more selfies today than in the last month i really like how it turned out




FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

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anonymous asked:

I wish you write a fic where Aaron is on his way to a meeting and it's a long train journey. To kill time, he starts scrolling through his phone. He goes over all the stupid text convos with Rob. And then looks through the photos that he's taken of him and Rob. And reminiscing the little story behind each one. And he realises how happy he is with Robert. We don't usually get things from Aaron's POV and how much Robert means to him. Would really like it if you wrote this insanely fluffy fic. :)

i changed it slightly if thats okay (very slightly) but this was the most!! fun to write anon, so thank you for this gorgeous prompt! (it got a bit long, so enjoy.)

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aaron reminisces about some of his happy moments with robert on a train journey home (1,811)

Aaron settled into his seat on the train, a cup of tea in hand as he began his long journey home to Emmerdale. He’d had to get the train down to London for a few meetings, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the three hour journey home. He didn’t deal well with long journeys at the best of times, and he was bone tired and just longing for his own bed, in his own flat (and maybe a pint, before he slept for at least two days.)

London was busy, and exhausting, and it was the first time in a long time he hadn’t gone with Robert by his side, his husband there to distract him from boring train journeys and busy cities with a smile and an overly enthusiastic list of things for them to do together.


Aaron barely held in a sigh as he thought about his husband. They’d been fighting a lot lately, over ridiculous things, and it was driving Liv, and his mum, and everyone else insane.

Rooting for his phone, Aaron sat back in his chair and glanced at his screen, seeing he had a few messages from Adam, and Liv. Replying to the work related texts from his best mate first, he turned his attention to Liv’s snapchats, wondering what ridiculousness his sister had sent him now.

“Robert, why does your face look like that?” Liv asked, her camera pointed at a serious looking Robert, who was hunched over his computer.

Robert glanced up, rolling his eyes at Liv, his blonde hair ruffled and out of place. “If this goes on your snapchat story, I’m going to let Aaron make dinner for the next month and you can get scurvy.”

Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at Robert’s response, and the cheeky face Liv had pulled in the next snapchat she’d sent him.

Liv was brilliant, she really was.

Feeling more lonely now than he had before, Aaron started to scroll through his photo album, skimming through the thousands of photos and videos he’d somehow ended up with. He’d never really considered himself a sentimental person, but he had a lot of good things to document over the past few years.

Pausing at a recent photo of Robert, Aaron felt his heart swell with love for the man in the photo. He’d taken it one lazy Sunday morning, Robert in bed with the duvet pulled up around his waist, reading a new book.

He was always lost in his own world, when he read, Aaron remembered, totally lost in the pages until he’d read it from cover to cover. After a quiet, sleepy round of Sunday morning sex, Robert had decided he’d stay in bed and enjoy his book for a while - Aaron had gone to get them both a cup of tea when he’d come back to see Robert so enthralled in his book, he’d had to take a picture.

It was one of those little things he’d learned about Robert after they’d decided to give their relationship a proper go, his love for reading. Aaron knew the easiest way to keep Robert happy, or brighten up a day was to just buy him a new book, the newest science fiction novel or murder mystery.

Aaron wasn’t a reader, really, but he liked seeing his husband so invested.

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Newbie - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 1)

Requested by Anon: Can you write an imagine where you are the new physical therapist of the Penguins and help Geno with his rehab? It can be OTP-like or BROTP-like :) Thanks in advance

A/N: Hello! So, I’m going to rant a little about this. This is such a good idea, I love it; but I feel like it would have been weird and unnatural to write about a relationship that it’s too new to actually be a friendship or a romantic relationship. But I love the idea, and I’d love to make a series out of it, not only with Geno but with the rest of the team as well… a PT diaries or something like that. Thoughts?

Word count: 1171

Warnings: none.

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I reread the medical report, making sure I haven’t missed anything. It is my first day at the job and I don’t want to mess it up. This is the opportunity of a lifetime and I want to give a great first impression.

My name is (y/n) and I’m the new physical therapist of the Pittsburgh Penguins. I’ve been a Penguins fan since I was a baby, and to be part of the organization and getting to interact with the players makes me want to pinch myself to make sure this is real.

There is a soft knock on my new office’s door and the door opens, my boss and a tall figure getting inside the still really messy room.

“Hello (y/n)” Dr. Wright, head of the medical stuff, says and I give him a smile, “how are you doing?”

“So far so good.” I answer, looking at the man standing behind him.

I have been reading his file for the last hour and it takes all I have for me not to get on my feet and ask him to take a selfie with me.

“I’m glad to hear that.” my boss gives me a nod before turning around, “I’d like to introduce you to Evgeni Malkin. He is going to be your first patient.”

I stand up and walk around my desk and standing before the men, shaking Evgeni’s hand. He is way taller than I am, so I need to tilt my head slightly to look at his face.

“I’ve been reading your file.” I inform them and Dr. Wright looks pleased, “you have a couple torn tendons in your knee.”

“How painful is it going to be?” Evgeni asks.

“I’m pretty sure you are in a lot of pain already…” I say, grabbing the folder from my desk and looking at the x rays and diagnose, “I think you are going to need at least a week of therapy before even thinking about skate again, maybe more”

Both men take a moment to think about what I’ve said before Evgeni looks at me again.

“When do we start?” he is impatient to start his recovery and I don’t blame him.

“Right now, if you are ready” I suggest and he gives me a quick nod.

“I’ll go change” and he pretty runs out of the room.

I look at door for a second, before turning my face to my boss. He is smiling and I can’t make up why.

“First day. Don’t let him give you too much crap” he advices and I chuckle, “he is a big fish in the locker room, if he respects you the whole team will”

“Thanks for the advice” I say to him, grabbing my new Penguins hoodie and putting it on, ready to head to the gym where I’m going to be working for a long, long time, I hope.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here, (y/n)” Dr. Wright says as a goodbye and we both walk away.

I’m getting the things ready when Evgeni walks in, wearing a pair of workout shorts and a hoodie. His knee is swollen and bruised and I frown.

“It look pretty nasty” he just shrugs.

I nod in agreement, lifting a balance board and carrying it to the center of the room. The board has what it looks like a rubber ball cut in half attached to the bottom and Evgeni looks at it.

“I want to evaluate how bad is your pain before getting a rehab plan ready for you” I explain to him, “and I think that massages and maybe acupuncture will be needed”

“Sounds good” he just answers.

We start working. It is easy to work with him, he does exactly what I tell him and doesn’t complain at all when I make him repeat something.

“How bad is the pain?” I ask him for the hundredth time while he is standing on the balance board, one of his hands on my shoulder.

“What’s the scale?” he wonders and I laugh.

“One to ten, how bad?”

“A solid eight” he says and I raise my eyebrow, he is in a lot of pain and he is not even wincing.

“It doesn’t look like you are hurting that much” I comment and he smirks.

“I am Russian. We are real men in Russia” he states and I look at him, trying to figure out if he is kidding or not. He isn’t.

“I’ll keep that in mind” I joke and he smiles, “hop down”

He steps down and I shake my head.

“HOP down” I emphasize ‘hop’.


“Just a small one” and I push him back on top of the board, his hand quick to grip my arm so he doesn’t lose his balance, “c’mon, big boy”

He gives me a dirty look before hopping down, wincing when he lands.

“Ouch” he says before he can hold it and I write it on my notes.

“Alright, we are done for today. Sit down, let’s ice your knee” I pretty much push him down, making him sit on the floor.

I walk to the small fridge/freezer and grab a pack of ice and two bottles of water, handing one of them to Evgeni before wrapping the ice on a towel and carefully holding it against the back of his knee.

“Alright, it’s your time now” he says and I give him an interrogative look, “The team expects me to give them a full report on you”

“Is that right?” I roll my eyes and he laughs.

“It’s my duty as alternate” and I can’t help it but to laugh, “ready?”

“Do I have another choice?” and he shakes his head, “go ahead then”

“What’s your name?”


“Where are you from?”


“Any nicknames?”

“I’m sure that you’ll give me one”

“Very true. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Husband? Wife?”


“That’s surprising” he says and I bite my cheek in embarrassment.

“Anything else?”

“Team you like the least?”

“(Team you dislike)”

“Favorite player?”


“Pittsburgh Penguins, of course”

“Ask me that question in a couple months”

“I will” he assures me.


He looks at me straight in the eyes and I hold his gaze until he starts laughing.

“Call me Geno” he says.

“What an honor” I joke and he smiles even bigger.

“Don’t hold the sass, you are gonna need it” he tells me and I nod.

“I can handle a bunch of big guys”

“I don’t doubt it” and he pulls his leg away, “too cold”

I nod and get up, offering him my hand to help him up.

“You have my blessing in the locker room” he informs me and I laugh.

I start picking stuff up and putting it back on its place.

“Tomorrow at 10am, Geno”

“Yes, ma’am” he says and I frown.

“Call me ma’am again and we are gonna have some trouble”

“Understood…ma’am” and he walks out the room.

God, these guys were going to be a handful, but I love a good challenge.

Pool Parties, Booze, and Kids: A Short Story in Domesticity

Summary: After an invitation from one of Phil’s old Uni friends turns out to be a pool party for his 4 year old son, the topic of kids comes up. And neither of them are really afraid to hold back. 

Genre: Domestic fluff

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This idea just kind of came up after a pool party I went to (are pool parties even a thing in the uk idek). Set some time in the summer of 2014, based on the assumption the book/tour was already an idea in their head. First fic so comments are majorly appreciated?? Anyways, hope you enjoy :’)

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The summer that year seemed to be exceptionally – and unbearably – hot.

And Phil was not passing up a chance at a pool.

Phil.” Dan leaned on Phil’s doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows strung up. “I don’t exactly want to go to this ‘party’. Who is it even for anyways?

Phil sat on the carpet next to his bed and groped through his dresser, searching for the swimming trunks that hadn’t seen the light of day in god knows when. “I told you it’s for an old school friend.” He was too focused on finding them to focus much on Dan’s whining.

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YouTuber!Au Series

Word Count: 1227

Genre: Fluff

“Ready to get lost? Today we’re going to Busan!” Mingyu smiled widely at the camera as he stood in front of the Seoul train station. After the time he’d gotten lost while vlogging in LA on his trip to visit Joshua for a collaboration, Mingyu found that getting lost in a new city was a really fun video that was well received by his viewers as well and made it a point to get lost in a new city once a month since. 

“I asked Woozi hyung about good places to visit and he told me about this small beach on the northern part of the city and a sashimi place nearby so the goal today is to explore and eventually find those places.” He quickly made his way into the station to grab his ticket and start his journey for the day as he continued to talk, making sure to film everything as he went.

Signing the receipt after paying for the ticket with the selfie stick in one hand was a bit of a struggle, but Mingyu managed to do it before wandering off to grab some snacks to eat in the hours he’d be spending on the train. His eyes scanned the aisles of food, looking for the familiar green box of his favorite crackers. 

He wandered the little convenience store inside the station with one arm out to continue recording and the other trailing along the shelf when he felt himself bump into someone. Or did they bump into him?

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” Mingyu apologized as he bowed deeply.

“Sorry I should’ve looked where I was going and not just at the food.” You said as you bowed furiously in apology as well, causing the two of you to hit heads due to the limited space between the two of you. 

You both shot up and apologized again, unsure what to do. Your hand went to your head to rub the spot that had been hit and Mingyu muttered out another apology that you tried to refused. 

“Does it hurt? I’ve been told I have a hard head. Do you want me to buy you ice for it?” Mingyu questioned. You shook your head and promised him that it was fine as he continued to say how he felt bad. His filming was forgotten as he began to fuss over the you, his meticulous sides coming out. 

You told him that it was fine, the awkward silence enveloping the two of you once again as neither knew what else to say or how to get out of the situation. After a good few seconds you just mumbled out a bye and went to find yourself a drink for your train ride. 

Mingyu blinked a few times before remembering his purpose for the convenience store trip and the camera in his hands. He quickly repositioned the camera to continue his filming and to continue his quest for the box of whale shaped crackers he loved. 

They were located in the next aisle over and Mingyu happily grabbed two packs before heading over to the register to purchase the food. From there he proceeded to the water fountain to fill his water bottle and then headed over to the platform to board the train.

“Ok, so I just got on the train and it’s currently about…” he adjusted his backpack strap with his free hand before he fumbled around in his pocket for his phone. “9:24 AM and the train leaves at 9:32 so - CRUD!”

Mingyu’s phone fell out of his hand as he tried to slide it back into his pocket and missed. He brought his camera down and started to lean down to pick up his phone when his forehead was hit by the back of someone’s head as the person tried to stand up. 

“Ow,” you said as you rubbed the back of your head with one hand and held Mingyu’s phone in the other. “You know you should really invest in a better phone case. This isn’t going to last long if you keep dropping it like this.” You said to try and make the encounter a little less awkward than the last one as you handed him the phone. 

“We also need to stop meeting like this.” Mingyu said as he brought his own hand up to his forehead after taking his phone back from you. 

“It’s only the second time.”

“In like fifteen minutes.”

“Fair enough.” 

“I’m Mingyu.” He said as he tried to stick out a hand to shake before realizing both of his hands were full. Awkward appeared to be a reoccurring theme whenever you met him. 

You introduced yourself and the two of you managed to make conversation (albeit a bit awkward) and you learned that he was a youtuber that lived in Seoul. The two of you proceeded to find seats together and you pulled up his youtube channel on your phone as he vlogged in his seat for a bit. 

His channel was a clutter of things and you found everything from cooking videos to random challenges to what appeared to be the only regular series other than Chefgyu, “Lost with Gyu.” You discovered a lot about his personality and saw that he was a bit talkative and actually just an overexcited puppy in the form of a really tall human being. 

“Do you want some?” You looked up from the video you were watching to find that Mingyu had stopped filming and was offering you some snacks. You thanked him and took a few.

“I didn’t realize you knew WonWooJi, I love that channel!” 

“Oh yea, Wonwoo hyung always comes over when he’s too lazy to cook and Woozi hyung also likes to nap on my couch. I actually did a video on their channel that should be coming out soon.” The two of you fell into a much more comfortable conversation than before, having found a common conversation point. You continued to talk about youtube for a while before the conversation turned to you and you talked about what you did.

“Sounds tiring.”

“It is at times though I do enjoy it at others, but that’s why I’m going to Busan for the weekend. Just taking a day off before it’s back to the grind. I’m honestly kind of just winging this trip. Thought of it yesterday and the only real goal is to get some good food.” Mingyu smiled as you talked.

“Sounds like we have a lot in common. I’m winging it too. The plan is to get lost and have some good food. I wouldn’t mind having someone join me.” Mingyu offered. 

“Are you inviting me on your little vlogging spree right now?” Mingyu nodded his head, but quickly said that you didn’t have to if you weren’t comfortable with the camera or with him since technically, you two were still strangers who’d met once. You told him that it was fine. 

“So do you want to get lost with me?” You nodded with a smile on your face, starting a friendship that would eventually blossom into something more as Mingyu’s viewers watched, them even shipping you before the two of you did.

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famous!(y/n) | luke au

a/n: first of all i am PISSED because i had this entire thing written and then my laptop shut down and i lost the entire thing and i am on the verge of tears okay. secondly, this was cute to write and i hope you like it. i like the concept! i may do more nonfamous!boy in the future :) 

word count: 1900


“(y/n), over here!” 

“(y/n), is that your boyfriend?”

“Hey, (y/n), what do you think about all of these rumors?”

The paparazzi blinded your vision with the flashes of their cameras in your face as soon as the exit door from the nightclub opened. You were put right on the street– or into the eye of the paparazzi, you liked to call it. Questions were being yelled at you, along with others screaming your name in hopes to get a picture of you looking in their direction. 

You held your head down, walking quickly through the mob of people. You glanced behind you, trying to find sight of your boyfriend, who walked with his hands shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. His head was down, mirroring your actions in attempts to avoid his face being seen. 

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Tyler Joseph Fic Part 4

This is the last part to my Tyler Joseph fic that I have yet to name, hope you guys enjoyed it xx. 

Christmas morning came and went in what felt like an instant.  Tyler always said the holiday should be a week-long event, because it always felt like a lot of hype and excitement that just ended way too suddenly.  

Tyler was starting to feel guilty for lying to his family, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be grateful that he did. If he hadn’t spun the web about Y/N, the last few days wouldn’t have happened, and Tyler would have gone on continuing to stubbornly dislike her. Maybe Tyler would tell his family the truth in the future, but not today.

On Tyler and Y/N’s last day in Columbus, Josh called, inviting the two of them over for the afternoon.  When Tyler looked to Y/N for a yes or no, she nodded her head excitedly.

Despite how close by Josh lived, the two of them still opted to take Tyler’s car to avoid walking in the blistering cold.  

“I feel kinda bad that we barely saw him at the party,” Y/N admits.

“Oh don’t worry, Zach told me that he ended up leaving early.  Apparently he had plans with this girl named Debby,” He made air quotes around Debby’s name and chuckled.

“Wait,” she said, “What’s with the quotes?”

Tyler burst out laughing, “There’s absolutely no way,” he said, “Josh’s supposedly been seeing this girl for month and I’ve never met her. He showed me a picture of her one time,” he added with a shrug. “But I’m pretty sure it was just a selfie he stole off of some random model’s instagram account.”

Y/N let out an obnoxious snort, followed by a fit of laughter.  She covered her mouth with her hand and doubled over in the front seat.   Now that Tyler was giving her a second chance, he found that he thought pretty much everything about her was adorable, especially the things he once found annoying. Tyler used to roll his eyes at the stupid way she laughed, but now it seemed endearing and kinda funny.

“Maybe we should set him up with someone!” she suggested, face lighting up in excitement. “Does he prefer a specific type or is he flexible?  Because I know a friend of mine mentioned a friend of hers who—”

“No,” Tyler interrupted. “We aren’t setting him up with anyone. That’s how people end up with fake girlfriends in the first place.”

“Worked out okay for us, didn’t it though?” she asked. She winked at Tyler, but still looked anxious for affirmation, like she still wasn’t positive Tyler was actually giving her a second chance.

Tyler smiled at her. “I’d say so, yeah.”


The ride back to Chicago was much more enjoyable than the ride from.  Tyler thought it might have something to do with the fact that he no longer despised his passenger, but there was no telling for sure.  

Even though the ride was less dreadful, the two of them were both still exhausted by the time they pulled into the lot of the apartment building.  

They lugged their bags up the stairs in silence, only stopping when they got to Y/N’s door.  

“What a weird trip,” she said, smirking.

Tyler nodded in agreement.  It felt weird to be dropping her off at her door after spending the past three nights in the same room together.

“Thanks for inviting me though, I really did have a good time.”

Tyler nodded. “Yeah, anytime I guess,” he said awkwardly.   He wasn’t really sure what the protocol was for dropping your fake-girlfriend off at her door after a weekend spent together. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

She nods while opening her door.  

Tyler starts to walk towards his own door when she calls out to him.

“Hey Ty?”

“Hm?” he says, turning around instantly.

“Mark’s throwing this New Year’s party at his place.  I wasn’t going to go, but I thought with you, it might be fun.  Would you maybe want to go with me?”

Tyler smiles.  “It’s a date.”


The week flew by in a blur of work, sleep, and Tyler panicking about his first official date with Y/N.  He knew he shouldn’t be nervous.  He’d spent three entire days with her for Christ’s sake.  But this felt different.  

“What should I wear?” he asked Josh over the phone on the day of the party. “Maybe a sweater? Keep it casual?  Or maybe it’s a fancier party and I should dress up a bit?  Should I ask her?  Oh and should I bring a gift?  I bet other people are bringing gifts.”

“Tyler,” Josh sighed, “You need to relax.”

“I am relaxed Joshua,” he snaps.

“She invited me, you know?”

“What?” Tyler asks.

“Y/N invited me and Debby to the New Year’s party.”

“You and Debby?  It’s not even her party…”

“I know, that’s what I said.  But she told me she checked with that dude, what’s his name? Matt?”


“Right, Mark.  She checked with Mark and he said it was cool. She told me that she knew I was your best friend, and she wanted me to be there if it meant you’d have a good time.”

Tyler’s chest deflated a bit and he let out a heavy sigh.  

“She said that?”

Josh hums in response.  “She did.  She likes you man… A lot.  So just relax, okay?”

Tyler nods before his face breaks out into a huge grin, “Wait a minute… Are you coming to the party then?”

“That’s the plan.  As long as I can crash as your place.”

“And are you bringing Debby?” Tyler sneers.

“She’s going to see if she can get work off, but hopefully, yeah.”

“Can’t wait to meet her, bro,” Tyler says, his voice thick with sarcasm.  He still wasn’t convinced that she was real, but he didn’t comment any further.

When it came time for the party, Tyler texted Y/N, just to make sure she was ready.  Her response came moments later with her telling him to get his butt next door, respectfully.  He smiled at her intensity and grabbed his coat.  

He knocked an odd little rhythm on the door before stepping back.  He waited, bouncing lighting on his heels before he heard footsteps and an off voice call, “Coming!” from inside.  Suddenly, there were knots in his stomach again.

When Y/N opened the door, her face immediately broke out in an immense grin.

“Hey there,” he said, smiling back. “You look great.”  

He surveyed her outfit.  Simple.  Dark jeans and a black, knit sweater.  But he meant it.  She looked incredible.

“Thanks,” she said, closing the door behind her and clutching her purse to her chest.  “You ready to party?”

“I was born ready,” he snickered, extending his arm for her to take.  She side-eyed him, but willingly took his gesture.  

“It’s still strange— you showing affection when there’s no one around to impress.”

“Well, you never know when they might be watching,” Tyler teased as he led the way down the stairs and out of the building.  

Mark only lived a few blocks away, so the two of them decided it would probably be easier just to walk over.  There was a small dusting on the ground, but nothing that couldn’t be trudged through.

“I heard you invited Josh,” he says.

She looks up, looking guilty, “I hope you’re not mad.  I didn’t want to overstep— I just thought you might like it if he was there.”

Tyler waves his hand like he was swatting away her nonsense.  

“Good,” she says smiling at the ground, “I also kinda wanted to see if his girlfriend was real or not.”

Tyler laughs out loud, pleased with her deviance.  “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

The party was already bustling with people by the time Tyler and Y/N arrived.  They saw the lights flashing from the outside window on their way in, and the noise only increased the closer that they got.

“Mark’s in media, he knows a lot of people,” she explains.

When they get to his door, Y/N doesn’t even knock before pushing her way inside.  

Tyler is initially speechless at the size of Mark’s apartment.  Even with the crowds of people hanging around, the place looked huge.  

“I should add that Mark’s very successful in media,” she says after taking one look at Tyler’s gawking face.

She takes his hand and drags him inside, right in the midst of the madness.

Tyler finds himself third wheeling most of the night.  Y/N knows, quite literally, everyone at the party.  She pulls Tyler around, introducing him to people above the loud music before dragging on to the next group.  He wonders if this was how she felt at his family party.  

“No fucking way—“ he says suddenly.  A puff of pink hair comes into view and Tyler nearly chokes once he sees the pretty blonde attached to his side.  

Tyler turns and nudges Y/N’s shoulder excitedly.  

When she catches wave of what he’s looking at her face lights up and she laughs.

“Holy shit!”  

The two of them make their way over to Josh and his date with smug looks plastered over their faces.  

“Josh!” Tyler calls, breaking free from the crowd and hugging him.

“Hey man,” Josh says, giving him a pat on the back.  Once they’re done, he moves in to hug Y/N.  He squeezes lightly before backing off and putting his arm around the girl.

“Tyler, Y/N, this is Debby… my girlfriend.”

Tyler wishes he could wipe the shit eating grin off from his face, but he can’t, so instead, he plays it off as just being over-friendly and rolls with it.

Tyler finds himself having more fun than he thought.  A few drinks and introductions later, and he’s started a beer pong game with Josh as his partner, versus two guys he barely knew.    

With only ten minutes until midnight and the New Year, Y/N sneaks up on Tyler and grabs his hand.

“Hey, come with me,” she says.

Tyler notices the bottle of wine in her hand and looks at her questionably.

“Where are you going?”

“Just common.”

Tyler lets her lead him across the room blindly.  He’s buzzed and happy and frankly, he’d follow her anywhere at this point.  

He stops in his tracks when she reaches the sliding door leading to Mark’s balcony and smirks.  

“Well? Are you coming?” she asks as she steps outside.  

The air is brisk, but when Tyler looks up at the sky, he gasps at how clear it is outside.  

“Look at the stars,” he mumbles, gazing at the thousands of shimmering speckles across the sky.  

“I thought you’d like that,” she whispers, passing him the bottle of wine.  

Tyler takes a swig and the two of them pass it back and forth, settling in on the ground with their legs dangling over the balcony and just staring up.  

Only when they hear the music die down inside and the countdown begin do they look back at each other.

“Ten!” they call from inside.

Tyler meets Y/N’s eyes.  


They were shining beautifully in the moonlight.


He feels the familiar butterflies return to their place in his stomach.


She’s smiling at him.  


It’s wide enough to make her eyes crinkle.  


He’d never seen laughter lines so sweet.


He’s anticipating what’s about to happen.


He bites his tongue.


He leans in.  


Tyler presses his lips to hers with intent.  He scoots himself closer so that he can cup her chin, where he strokes the skin softly with his thumb.  Their lips move in unison and he only vaguely hears the crowd cheering “Happy New Year!” in the back.  

When he finally pulls away, he can feel his cheeks growing red, but he immediately decides that he can just play that off as the cold’s fault.  

She smiles back at him sweetly and whispers, “Happy New Year, Tyler,” before turning to look back up at the stars.  

Tyler can’t help but stare at her instead, because man, she was so beautiful. And in all honesty, this time… he wanted to take his time figuring her out. There was still so much to learn about her, but he knew that something about them felt right.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, eyeing him after clearly noticing him staring.

Tyler sighs softly, meeting her gaze and smiling softly, “You.”

Weightless: a Jackson fic

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Baby Boy//Josh Dun

Requested: Can you do a pregnancy imagine w josh? Like all the way from telling him you’re pregnant to labour day?:)

Note: This was seriously too cute of a request so I had to do it for both J and Ty, thank you anon. You’re the reason why my heart is a pool on the floor. Hope ye enjoy!


               “Oh my god.” You whispered, smiling down at the small stick in front of you. Checking the instructions you felt tears fall down your cheeks. One line = not pregnant, two lines = pregnant.

               Two lines. Two lines symbolizing that there was a small bean growing inside of you, a small bean that you and Josh had made—together. God the hormones knew how to make you seem overly attached, and kind of psychotic. Putting your hands over your stomach you smiled widely; you were going to be a mommy. Hiding the test in the garbage you walked out of the bathroom, walking out to the livingroom to plan on how you were going to tell Josh about the little miracle inside of you. It had to be special.

               It wasn’t until later that night, when you were silently nibbling on crackers and listening to Josh snap at someone on the phone when the thought dawned on you—what if he doesn’t want to be a father? It wasn’t like the two of you were trying for a baby, like the idea had been thrown around. All the plans had been talked about after the wedding, which the two of you were trying to plan despite Josh’s hectic schedule. Biting your lip and looking down at the ring on your finger you held in a sigh; maybe you could wait a little bit to tell him. He can’t be mad, right?

               Your anxiety about the topic resulted in awkward silences and dead-end one sentence answers from you; which added to Josh’s already growing stress. Which caused him to get frustrated with you, therefore raising your anxiety which could not be healthy for the baby at all. This of course stressed you out, and it wasn’t until 3 days later that you finally snapped. You sat crying in the bathtub, the showerhead still pouring warm water over your hunched figure.

               You had just walked out from a fight with Josh, one where he accused you of sleeping around, and lying to him because of how you had been acting. Of course you could never do such a thing, so you let it spill.

               “What has gotten into you? I try having any sort of conversation and you fucking shut it down!” Josh snapped, voice raised more than you had heard it in the 3 years the two of you had been together. “Are you fucking someone else? Because if you are please give me that fucking ring back, this engagement is off!” He slammed his hand down on the counter in frustration, it looked like it hurt; you wanted to rush to his side and make sure he hadn’t caused any damage but you were frozen in place. You dared not to speak a word in fear of making the situation worse—although your silence did the same effect. Josh was angry and wanted answers, and you were anxious and couldn’t speak.

               “I’m carrying a baby, it’s yours. Believe me or not I am probably 3 months along with your baby.” You voice was barely above a whisper. You wondered if Josh had even heard you, considering you barely heard yourself. “I’m sorry but I can’t bring myself to kill something so innocent because someone deems it “at the wrong time” or “an inconvenience”. Leave if you want to but I’m having this child.” Through tears you saw Josh’s blurry face turn soft, and shocked. The regret carved in his features broke you, it hurt you to levels you couldn’t describe. You sat and let him scream, let him get all these ideas because you couldn’t bear to speak truth. “I’m going to shower.” You sobbed before rushing upstairs, ignoring Josh’s pleas. The way he spoke your name broke your heart even more.

               “Y/N, please.” It had to have been the 10th time Josh had whispered this exact sentence through the door, since you began showering he had been sitting outside. Waiting for you to allow him inside the bathroom. Yes, the door may have been unlocked, but he dared not to intrude. “I want to talk. Please.” His voice broke at the end of his sentence, causing your sobs to grow louder and harder. You were shaking as the water ran cold—how long had you been in here? Suddenly you heard the door swing open, and felt a pair of warm arms cradle your cold body. Josh had crawled into the tub beside you and pressed his face into your neck. Shielding you from the cold water with his back.

               He had came into a freezing cold shower, fully clothed just to make sure you were okay. The thought caused you to sob once again—except the emotion behind the tears changed. Suddenly you were filled with love.

               “Don’t cry, don’t blame yourself please.” He whispered. “I love you, I love him or her, please just don’t go. I know you weren’t expecting it and neither was I but I want to be a dad. I want to cuddle them to sleep, buy them cute outfits, take cute selfies with them. I want it.” That was all it took for everything to become so much more real.


               “I’m nervous.” You whispered, the two of you were currently sitting in the waiting room, today was your first ultrasound, and some bloodwork and other tests. For some reason, you felt yourself nervous throughout the day. “I don’t know why. It’s just..weird. We’re going to see our baby.” You smiled up at Josh who was sitting beside you, smiling at the thought.

               “I know, I’ve been nervous since the day you told me you were pregnant.” He laughed, followed by a nurse walking in and calling your name.

               “So I’ll lead you back here to do the bloodwork; then we’ll get daddy back for the ultrasound.” She smiled, leading you into a room with a big chair in it. You bit your lip, bloodwork had never been your thing. But if it meant keeping your little baby healthy then so be it. This calming thought lasted all of 2 minutes when the lab technician came in, causing your leg to bounce in fear.

               “Nervous?” She asked giving you a caring look before preparing the stuff she would need. “It’s really not bad, how about we talk about the baby. How far along are you?” She asked, putting the tourniquet on your arm.

               “I’m just over 5 and a half months. A little late for an ultrasound people are telling me, well everyone except the doctor.” You shrugged, apologizing soon after realizing the lady was feeling for veins.

               “It’s no worry, you’re doing great. So what are you guys hoping for?” She asked, you looked at the other side of the room before responding.

               “I don’t have much for preference, as long as my little one is healthy that’s all I want. I think my fiancé wants a girl though. Seeing him with our friend’s baby girl is adorable, he loves her so much.” You smiled, remembering the time Josh had eagerly offered to babysit. Watching him cuddle up with the little toddler (who proclaimed her love for her “Uncle J!!” repeatedly that day. Saying hanging out with the two of you was the most fun she had ever had).

               “Well you’re all done, and I hope you get a healthy little one, and if everything works out a baby girl.” She smiled, putting a cotton ball over your arm.

               “You’re done? I didn’t feel a thing.” You commented in awe, looking at her with wide eyes.

               “I’ve learned that when pregnant women start talking about the baby that they don’t tend to focus on the poke.” She smiled, taping the cotton ball on and leading you to another room, where Josh was sitting in the corner on his phone.

               After a few minutes of waiting, and whispered talks about shopping for baby stuff afterward; another lady came in. She had pressed some weird looking wand across your stomach, moving it around until a steady thumping filled the room; looking at Josh with tears in your eyes you smiled. That was your baby, it’s little heartbeat.

               “Sounds like a healthy heartbeat. Are you ready to see your little one?” Both of you nodded eagerly, fingers intertwining as another wand was placed over your stomach; this time showing a black and white picture of a little mutant-looking thing. Your mutant looking thing. “The doctors orders say that you would like to know the sex, is that correct?” When the two of you nodded, the woman leaned in. Looking intently at the screen before letting a small sigh out. “I can’t seem to tell the sex, I’ll be right back.” She left the room, grabbing another ultrasound technician, who said the same thing.

               “I’m sorry, the baby isn’t in a position where we can see the sex characteristics. If you still want to know, talk to your doctor and he can probably set up another appointment.” The two of you nodded, a little disappointed that you didn’t get the answer to the magic question.

               “Hey, Y/N.” Josh whispered that night, as the two of you lay in silence. “Would it be bad to say I don’t want to know the sex anymore? I feel like it would be a good surprise.”          

               “But how are we supposed to prepare the nursery and buy clothes? Wouldn’t we need to know.” For some reason the idea of not knowing gave you a little anxiety.

               “Not all clothes have to be gender specific, we can buy that stuff after our little one gets here.” After about 5 minutes of reassurance, you felt alright with the idea of not knowing the sex until your baby was born. Some things are better left a surprise.


               “I don’t like this!” You screamed, throwing the piece of paper your doctor had given you on the table. “What is a birthing plan even? I don’t know what I’ll want when I get there. If I need pain medication, give me a little bit. If I need a C-section for the babies safety then so be it! I am 8 and a half months pregnant, I don’t want to think about this!” For some odd reason you were beyond frustrated with the idea of a birthing plan. Your doctor had said it was a way for you to plan everything a little bit before the birth happened, but your little one using your kidneys as a punching bag last night kept you awake. Which meant you were hormonal, tired and grumpy.

               “Take it one step at a time, okay?” Josh spoke in a soft tone, approaching you in the way one would approach a rabid dog. “The first thing we need to address is do you want to delivery vaginally or C-section?”      

               “If I don’t need a C-section I don’t want one.” You snarled, still frustrated with it.

               “Okay, what if something goes wrong during labour?”

               “Then an emergency c-section is fine.”

               “See, we just got through the first one. It wasn’t that bad was it?” You wanted to be mad at Josh for making you do a stupid paper you had no intentions of doing; but the smile he had and how cute he looked with his crinkly eyes made that impossible.


               “Come on baby, my back hurts and these stupid Braxton hicks are getting annoying.” You mumbled, looking in the mirror at your gigantic baby bump. So far it had been 3 days since your due date came and went; and your baby was taking its old sweet time getting here. Though the near constant Braxton hicks was a good sign, right?

               “Hey Y/N, is it okay if I steal Josh?” You heard Tyler ask, walking into the bathroom where you stood when you felt your body completely tense. “Did you just pee yourself…?” Tyler asked, slightly disgusted with the sight in front of him, before it clicked. “Oh god your water broke. I’m not stealing Josh.” He mumbled quickly before making a mad dash downstairs, frantically screaming at Josh about the “traumatizing” sight he just witnessed.

               “It’s time?” Josh yelled, running at full speed up the stairs as you stood in shock, the puddle around your feet growing. When you only looked at him in shock, followed by the pain of another early contraction he nodded to himself, grabbing a baggy sweater and pajama pants for you to change into. “I’m going to grab the baby bag, our bags and get the car ready; okay? If you need any help call me or even traumatized little Tyler—he’s my best friend so he’s kind of obligated to help you. Even if you’re spraying water all over the floor like a water hose.” If it weren’t for the pain of the contraction, you could’ve sworn you would’ve flipped your pregnant shit on Josh for his last comment.


               “God I hate you.” You growled, squeezing your eyes closed as pain shot through you. You had requested medications, but the doctor said you were too dilated at this point for them.

               “Is she okay?” You heard Josh ask worriedly to the nurse, who explained it was the transition phase of labour, you could’ve sworn you heard something about you transitioning to Satan. “It’ll be over soon, think of our little baby boy or girl. They’ll be snuggled in their cute onesies, and snuggle against you and me. We’ll have our happy adorable family.” Josh whispered, cringing slightly as you squeezed his hand once more.

               After what felt like forever of labour and then delivery you heard a shrill cry fill the room. Your heart sunk, then filled with a copious amount of love. You’re little one was finally here.

               “It’s a boy!” You heard someone declare, your eyes filling with tears; some happy and some distressed.

               “I’m sorry it’s not the girl you were hoping for.” You whispered to Josh as they had begun cleaning your son.

               “No no no.” Josh began, brushing the hair out of your face. “I love him to death; I haven’t even met him yet but I love him.” You saw tears run down his cheeks as your son was brought over to you. You held him close, tears never ceasing. Your son was absolutely perfect; tiny but perfect.



You ran into the nearest coffee shop, clutching your books to your chest. You check if any of your textbooks were wet and, seeing that they’re still readable, shrug your bag off of your shoulder. You pulled off your hood, sighing in contentment at the cold air.

“Bad day?” you whipped your head around to see a guy sitting at the table you put your bag on. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I’ll move.” You move to get your bag but the stranger holds up a hand and stops you. “No, it’s fine. We can share.” You tilt your head in confusion but smile gratefully.

“The complete opposite actually, just finished my mid-terms.” you answer his previous question, doing a little happy dance. He chuckles at your enthusiasm. “I’m Cole, by the way.”

You stop dancing at the mention of his name. You knew that name. 6 years ago, you would have been squealing at only the sight of him. 6 years ago you would have fainted in this very spot. “Cole… Pendery?” you ask shakily, clearly not processing the moment. He smiles sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. It grew slightly longer and a few strands of white were peeking out.

“Yeah. That’s me.”  You wince slightly at his tired tone. You sit down next to him, pulling your knees to your chest. “What’s wrong?” He looks at you strangely, copying your position in his chair. “Nothing’s wrong… It’s just that.” He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I didn’t think anybody would recognize me after everything… you know.” he gestured wildly with his hands and you nod in understanding. “It’s just a lot to process that I’m not in the band anymore.”

“Do you miss it?” You ask, shyly taking his hand in both of yours. To your delight, he squeezes them tightly, finding comfort in your touch. “I miss it everyday. The fans, the singing, performing, my brothers…” You listen to him talk of his time in IM5, nodding at the right times and patting his back whenever there was a moment of silence.

He wipes a single tear from his eye, letting out a silent sob. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who regrets ever leaving.” You stare at him in shock, almost at a loss for words. “Hey… That’s not true.”

You take your laptop out of your bag, pulling up tumblr in just under a minute. You type in the IM5 tag and he stares at the screen in confusion before transforming into the smile that was in your dreams years ago.

I wish IM5 were still together!!! :(( But I still love them!

Look at this picture of baby Cole! Ain’t he cute?

Why have I never seen this cover before? This is amazing! #5er5ever

“You see? The fans will always support you. Past, present or future.” You say and he smiles even wider. You close your laptop and place it on the table in front of you. “Now why don’t you give the boys a call? A reunion is long overdue, no?”

You never thought he could grin even wider but he did as he pulled out his phone and clicked the contacts he’s been dying to call.



It was a busy day at the diner. Dinner rush was a bitch sometimes but you needed the money to continue college. You sigh as your boss yells at you to cut your break short and serve a customer that came in. “I’ll go deaf every time he talks.” you mumble to yourself, getting a notepad and a glass of water before going behind the counter.

Your fellow waitress points towards a guy at a bar stool and you walk over to him. “Good evening, sugar. What would you like?” You ask the guy in the snapback and he looks up at you. “Yeah, can I get a black coffee? I have a lot of work to do tonight.” He gestures towards the sheet music next to him and you nod.

After setting his black coffee in front of him, you glance at the sheet music he was working on. “You writing a song?” He chuckles at that and shakes his head. “Nah, just going through a few songs. I have my first concert next week.” You raise an eyebrow at him and maybe internally squeal that you’re serving a celebrity.

“Oh? Are you in a band?” You ask, leaning against the counter. He smiles sadly, shaking his head again. “Not anymore. Going solo since 2017.” He says, doing some unenthusiastic jazz hands. You look at him in confusion. “That’s great Mr…” You gesture towards him and he smiles.

“The name’s Dana Vaughns." 

Your eyes widen at his name. "Dana? From IM5?” you ask, your breath catching when he nods. “Correction: I was Dana from IM5. Now it’s just Dana.” That sad smile crept up to his face again and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

IM5 split up last year and you were one of their biggest fans. The ironic thing was, 2016 was one of their biggest years with a world tour and 3 albums released since 2012. They were more talked about than any other celebrity that year and was dubbed as IM5 Heaven Year by the fans.

In the middle of 2017, they had a falling out and went their separate ways. Will wrote an entire album and climbed up the charts in under 3 months.  Gabe was currently making a rap career and is slowly building up the charts as well. Cole was an Oscar winning actor. David had his own chain of dance studios world wide. 

You slapped yourself when you didn’t recognize Dana. He was your favorite, being the one who was closest to your age. You never saw him in news unlike Will or Cole. He didn’t post any youtube videos like Gabe or David. All this time, you thought he may have retired or gone to school.

But the reality is that he is a struggling artist and that made you want to cry. You didn’t want to believe it but the evidence was right in front of you. You took his hand in yours, smiling at him comfortingly when he looks up at you. When he returned your smile, you grabbed a plate of cookies behind you. He raised an eyebrow but you continued to smile.

“Where’s the concert? I might just be in the first row.” you say, laughing at his shocked yet grateful smile.



“And one and two and three and… Hold your balance Y/N.”

You blush when David lightly reprimanded you. You were slightly star struck because you were taking a dance class with David Scarzone. David Scarzone the former member of IM5 and overall amazing dancer. You didn’t know that it was his class you were signing up for until he entered the room.

Now it was your 3rd week in class and you still couldn’t learn fast enough.

You nod at him when he looks at you questioningly. You pull your face back into a serious and concentrated expression before starting the routine again. This time, you made sure to get the timing right, hold your your balance and let the rhythm flow through your body.

After the routine was finished, you felt the most exhilarated than you have ever been since day one. Once David dismissed the class, you bounded over to him. You told yourself that you would get a picture with him before the class ended next month. The earlier the better.

“Um excuse me?” He turns around and gives you an easy smile. “Good job today, Y/N. You’ve improved and I’m proud of you.” He places a hand on your shoulder and you beam at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you. And for being in of the best teachers ever…”

“Aw you don’t have to say stuff like that.”

“But it’s true!” You say, fumbling for a bit as you tried to reach your phone buried deep into your bag. “I’ve always wanted to learn dancing from you. Even before you joined IM5, I have loved the way you dance. You inspired me to pursue dance in college.”

You were almost rambling when you finally got to your phone. So much so that you didn’t notice his head drop and his reminiscing smile at the mention of IM5 but even if you did, it was gone before it even happened. “So… I was wondering if we could get a picture? I want to remember these moments.”

You bounce excitedly on the spot, holding your phone tightly. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods. You squeal silently and hold up your phone for a selfie. “To the best dance teacher ever!” You say as you take the picture, his arm around your waist and his smile wide.



You were late.

“Excuse me!” You mumble repeatedly as you tried to get to your job quickly. The people going in the opposite direction were definitely not helping. You glanced at your watch and gasp, running faster in the direction of the local day care.

You curse silently when you finally arrived to your classroom. You lean against the door to catch your breath when it suddenly opened. You collapse to the floor with a loud shriek and land on your butt. “Oh come on…” You say, looking up to see the new teacher looking down at you.

You blush as he offers his hand to you, apologizing for his actions. “Sorry, Y/N. I just had to find out where you were. The kids are sleeping right now. Took me 5 songs.” You take his hand with a laugh and he pulled you to a standing position.

“Thanks, Gabe. I appreciate it.” You pat the dirt off your pants and gave him a grateful smile. He returned the smile and gestured towards your classroom. You shake your head, taking a little peak at the sleeping angels in the room. “They won’t wake up for another hour. Wanna grab a coffee in the lounge?" 

Gabe hesitates for a second before nodding. You lead him towards the teachers’ lounge, heading straight towards the heavenly coffee maker. "Do you take sugar?” you ask him and he shakes his head. “Just creamer, thanks.” He leans against the counter, watching you prepare your cups.

After 5 minutes, you were both sitting in comfortable silence at one of the tables. Gabe has been working at the day care for a week now. You never really had a real conversation with the guy. You never really heard his speaking voice, just his singing voice. When you would pass by one of the classrooms, you would hear him sing the kids to sleep but you would walk away before you heard him speak.

“How are you liking the day care? Kids not giving you a hard time?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah. I’m great with kids. After my band… went our separate ways, I figured it would be a nice break taking care of kids.” He shrugged, sipping his coffee.

You noticed the dark expression when he spoke of his old band. You knew of them, of course. You still had a few posters up in your room. You never told him about it because you didn’t want to make things awkward. You just wanted to be his friend, not a crazed fanatic. So you mellowed down the fangirl in you and focused on being that friend.

“It’s nice, actually. Being in the day care. It gives me time to think about things. Think about what I want for the future.” He finishes his coffee and sets it down on the table. “Have you thought about it lately? You know, your future?” He looks at you and you stare back at him. You still see that boy in IM5, just older and maybe just a little lost.

“I have… And I want to just settle down. Get a beautiful wife. Have a kid. Continue working here. Maybe I’ll continue a small music career. It’s a nice change from what I used to do.” You smiled at him and nod, placing your coffee cup next to his. 

“Yeah. You deserve a break.” He smiles at you gratefully and you smile back. “Why don’t you help me wake up the kids. They’ll love to see you again.” He nods again and you both walk to your classroom, just when the hour passed.



“And this was a song from my days in IM5. Bet you guys remember that time.” The crowd cheers as Will starts to play Superman. You sing along, feeling a few tears sting your eyes. You were at VidCon, watching Will perform on the main stage. After IM5 ended, he continued to work on music on youtube.

After many a year, he finally got to perform on the main stage. You were happy for him yet at the same time sad that he wasn’t performing with IM5. You knew that they still talked to each other. Heck, Will even collabs with them in his videos. You just wished that they could perform together, even for one last time.

Maybe that would make Will truly smile again.

Sometimes you feel like you were the only one who knew. The way he would smile in his videos never reached his eyes. You could hear the raw emotion as he sang on that stage. Your heart ached for him. He was usually the happy one of the group, so full of smiles and an angelic voice.

He still had the angelic voice. Time made his voice more mature and his vocal range varied beautifully. If only time healed his wounds too. He finished the song and bid goodbye before exiting the stage. You push through the crowd, trying to find him. You finally spotted him at his meet and greet table, texting on his phone. You knew that people would go to him any minute so you took your chance and walked towards him.

“Hello.” He looks up, placing that smile you knew was forced on to his face. “Hello.” he said, putting his phone down. As if on autopilot, he grabs the album he released recently and a marker, ready to sign it. You shake your head and push the album away, making him look at you in confusion.

“I just want to talk to you. You seemed down lately.” You went for the straightforward approach, knowing that you wanted an answer. His smile faltered and he hung his head, scratching the back of his neck. You went around the table, grab a chair and sit next to him. “Will? Please talk to me. I just want you to be happy.”

When he finally looked up, he couldn’t look at you. He looked around and stood up, closing the curtains that surrounded his table. “What do you mean?” he asks almost shyly and you felt your heart constrict in sympathy.

“Your smile never reaches your eyes anymore. And though your voice is still amazing, it doesn’t have the soul it used to have. I know you’re not alright, so tell me and I’ll help you.” Years ago, you never would have had the courage to do this. Years ago, you would be too blinded by his body rolls or perfect pitch to care about his feelings.

But this was right now. And right now, he was unhappy.

He took a deep breath and sat down next to you again. He turned his chair to face you and you did the same, taking his hand in yours. “Maybe it’s stupid. Me missing the boyband days. I knew it was never going to last. But I just hoped that we would be together as a group, as brothers forever. I let myself hope too far.

"I still can’t process that I’m alone now. I’m getting by on youtube videos and a part time job in Barnes & Noble. I still see them, you know, my band mates but… It’s not the same. I want to perform with them. Feel that rush of adrenaline as the crowd cheers for us. I want to hang out with them and jokingly complain about the hectic schedule when in reality, I absolutely live for it.”

He pauses, letting the tears fall down his face. “It must seem selfish of me to think of this.” You shake your head and pull him into a tight hug. “It’s not selfish, Will.” You say on to his shoulder. You pull back and cup his face into your hands, making sure he looks at you straight in the eye.

“You will always be part of IM5, in your heart. You still see your brothers, maybe not as frequently as you like but at least it’s better than never speaking to each other again. You still love and care for each other. That’s what the fans loved about IM5, you were a down to earth boyband who just loved making music together. No matter if you were not that famous. We loved you for you and I’m sure the band will still love you as well.”

His tears were falling freely now and you felt yourself tear up as well. “You mean that?” Your only answer was to hug him again and this time, he hugs back fiercely. Clutching on to you like a lifeline. 

“Thank you.” he whispers into your ear and, finally, you hear the smile in his voice.

Woo… That was a tough one. I hope you guys liked it! :3

anonymous asked:

The Matsu's react to their s/o initiating the first kiss?

What is this? Someone is actually posting on this blog?! (We’re really sorry for being dead for a month, all I can say is screw school) ~Mod Jyushi

Osomatsu was not having a good day. Not only had his brothers been ignoring him, but he’d lost all his money at pachinko. When he was walking home he just happened to run into you. He didn’t see you at first because he was staring at the ground. You walked up to him and noticed how down he was. You decided to cheer him up by walking with him home. He looked startled that you would be so kind, but immediately perked up a bit. When you got home, you made him some food and when you set it down on the table, you gave him a kiss and said ‘Eat up!’ Oso didn’t respond for a few seconds, but when what happened registered in his mind, he said, ‘Damn, I didn’t know I was getting dessert first.’

You and Karamatsu were hanging out on the roof of the Matsuno residence. Kara was playing his guitar while you listened quietly with him. You both did this a couple times a week, whether it was Kara playing his guitar, singing, or just hanging out on the roof for fun. You enjoyed these with him, albeit you had to help him so he didn’t fall off most of the days you went up. Today was no exception, and you grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket just as he was about to fall. He fell back and landed on top of you, with both hands on either side of your head. His ears flushed a bright red as he moved to get off of you, but you stopped him. His eyes widened as you pulled him down and crushed your lips together. When you pulled away to catch your breath, all Kara could say was ‘How did I end up with someone as great as you?’

Choromatsu was having the time of his life. You had gotten VIP tickets to a Nyaachan concert for his birthday. When you gave them to him, you were sure he was going to faint on the spot. Now the two of you are currently in the middle of the concert, enjoying Nyaachan’s songs. You looked over to Choro, and his face was one of pure happiness, and you couldn’t help but laugh and enjoy yourself a little more knowing you were sort of responsible for it. Just as the last song played, it turned out to be your favorite one, to which you screamed a fun scream and jumped around a little too excitedly. Choro tried to calm you down a bit, only to have you grab his face and give him a quick, hard kiss on the lips. When you finally calmed down, you looked towards Choro, only to find him passed out on the floor from over excitement.

It was a normal day with Ichimatsu, the two of you hung out and fed/played with the stray cats in the area. You were currently scratching a long haired tabby when an idea popped into your head. You picked up the cat with little resistance and walked up to Ichi with the cat held up in front of your face. ‘Hey Ichi, does it look like this guy has something in his eye?’ You asked him. He looked up from the cat he was currently petting and stood up to look at the one you were holding. ‘I don’t see anyt–’ he started to say before being cut off by you. You’d carefully lowered the cat and locked lips with him, surprising him. When you pulled away, his expression was one of shock, but it quickly returned to normal, though his ears were beet red. You chuckled at his reaction, but jumped when he pressed his lips against yours again. You both stopped when you heard meows and felt the suddenly forgotten cats on your legs.

You were watching Jyushimatsu play baseball, and it was the 9th inning of the game. The score was tied 8 to 8, and it was Jyushi’s turn to bat. All he had to do to win the game was get one other player to home plate, and the bases were loaded. He stood up to the batter’s box and swung his bat over his shoulder, getting into batting position. His face was serious. Your eyes locked for a split second and he smiled at you, confident. Time seemed to stand still as the pitcher started his throw. There was a hush of silence from the crowd when WHACK! The ball went soaring over the other team’s heads and over the fence. The crowd went wild. By the time Jyushi made it back to home plate, you were running up to him and tackled him to the ground. Before you even knew what you were doing, you kissed him on the cheek and congratulated him. He smiled even wider than he already was and celebrated his victory(and kiss) with you.

You and Todomatsu had spent the whole day together. It started with a nice breakfast at Sutabaa and a walk through the park. Totty ended up taking hundreds of selfies throughout the day, and posted the ones you approved of on his social media. Afterwards, you both hung out at your house for a couple hours talking and watching old movies together. The two of you seemed to get closer and closer by the movie, with your head resting on Totty’s shoulder as you sat on his lap. Soon, a sappy 80’s romance movie came on, which got the gears in your head turning. During one scene, the couple are dancing together, so you stood up and dragged Totty up off the couch with you. He protested a bit from moving from his comfortable spot, but quickly picked up what you were doing. His face turned into one of mischief and grabbed your hands and twirled you around. You both tried to copy the movie’s choreography, but failed miserably. What did end up happening was that you tripped over your own feet and toppled onto Totty. You both laughed at your silliness, and you noticed the couple in the movie were kissing now. Feeling brave, you lowered your head and lightly touched your lips to Totty’s which caused him to stop laughing immediately, as his cheeks started burning red. When you looked at him again, he was shocked, but soon recovered and responded with ‘I think I just died and went to heaven, maybe another kiss can revive me?’

Drarry Muggle Au

i dunno i just had this idea and i thought it was cool so yeah here ya go

p.s. let me know if you want a part two cause i kinda wanna write a part two tbh

“Dad! Hurry! We’re going to be late!” Scorpius yelled from the foyer. He had already put the leash on their German Shepherd puppy, Apollo. Draco was rushing to gather the things he needed, throwing them into his bag as he dashed around the house. He wasn’t ashamed to be using a “man purse.” It was very efficient and convenient. Draco wondered why more people didn’t use them.

“Get in the car, I’ll be there in a moment!” He called back. Today was the last appointment Apollo had for his puppy shots before he was able to be outside like a normal dog.

Draco had found Apollo at the shelter a few weeks ago when considering getting a dog for Scorpius’ 8th birthday. The woman working had said that the people had adopted the mother a month before not knowing she was pregnant and returned her when they found out. Apollo was the first puppy Draco noticed. He was the smallest one and was all black, unlike his littermates who had brown on their faces and stomachs. He just knew Scorpius would love him. They’ve been joined at the hip ever since.

“Dad! Come on!” Scorpius was hanging out of the back window, Apollo’s head sticking out beside him, tongue hanging out happily. Draco pulled the front door shut behind him and locked it, hurrying to the car to get on the road. They were running late but it would be busy at the office anyways.

They arrived at the Veterinarians office sometime later, Scorpius and Apollo singing along to songs on the radio to make the ride go by faster. Draco couldn’t help but smile at his son. He was sort of surprised at how well he had been doing with Scorpius on his own since his wife had left them. Sure, Scorpius still saw his mother once a month but Draco was doing most of the work on his own.

Draco gathered his things and threw his bag over his shoulder in a fluid motion. Scorpius followed Draco to the door of the office, Apollo at his heels. Just as Draco predicted, the office was packed with all kinds of animals. Dogs and cats, lizards, snakes, chinchillas and rats, and there was even a parrot that was having a conversation with someone on one side of the room.

What really caught Draco’s attention though, was the new secretary that sat behind the desk, trying to look important but he was obviously nervous. He was thin and sort of lanky with messy black hair that stood in ways that defied gravity. He was wearing a pale yellow polo shirt with the name of the office embroidered on the small pocket. There was a name tag beneath it that read “Harry.”

“Hello, I’m here with Apollo Malfoy,” Draco said after reaching the desk, catching Harry’s eyes as he looked up from digging through his bag. His bright green irises pierced through Draco as if he was looking straight through him. Harry gave a smile and began typing at the keyboard.

“Okay, you’re all set. Would you like to have a seat? It’ll be around 15 minutes before they’re ready,” Harry informed him.

“T- Thank you,” Draco said, flustered trying not to blush but failing as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks. It had been a long time since someone had made him feel this way at first sight.

Scorpius went and sat down with Apollo, taking a seat on the floor in front of the last empty chair. Draco sat in the chair and took out his phone, attempting to act natural as he scrolled through his emails. He decided he would text Pansy cause she always knew what to do in these situations.

“Pans! I’m at the Vet’s office and there’s a new secretary! He’s hot and i don’t know what to do! Send help!” Draco pushed the send button and sat patiently, waiting for a reply. His phone dinged a moment later and he opened the message.

“Really? Take a sneaky pic!” Pansy had replied. Draco laughed and sighed heavily.

“Let me wait until more people clear out of here.” He replied.

“Okay, but you better not let me down, lover boy!” Pansy teased. Draco let out a laugh again which was louder than he had anticipated but it didn’t seem like anyone really noticed with all the commotion around him.

He and Scorpius sat for a long time, waiting to be called as other people went in and came out with their pets until they were the only ones left in the waiting room. Draco read over Pansy’s text again and took in a deep breath. Harry was leaned back in his chair reading a book, seeming more relaxed now that it wasn’t so crowded. Draco positioned his phone in way so that he could get a clear picture without it looking like thats what he was doing.

He breathed in very deeply and exhaled as he pushed the button to take a picture on his phone. All was well… until, Draco noticed a flash of light and it took him a moment to realize where it was coming from. His phone. The flash was on. Draco scrambled to put his phone down but it was too late. Harry was already looking up at him from the pages of his book, smirking.

“You could’ve just asked for a selfie you know,” He said with a laugh. Draco felt himself blush intensely.

“S- sorry. I- um-,” Draco stammered, not sure how to explain himself.

“Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you give me your number and we can take a selfie and forget about this, yeah?” Harry smirked again. Draco didn’t know how one man could be this attractive but here it was, right in front of his eyes. Draco rose from his seat slowly, careful not to disturb Scorpius who had fallen asleep stretched out on some of the chairs, Apollo curled in a ball on the floor beneath him.

Draco made his way to the counter. He was sure he had never been this nervous in his entire life.

“Here,” Harry said. He came out from behind the desk and pulled his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to Draco to put in his number. He handed the phone back to its owner and turned to go sit back down.

“What about that selfie?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, right.” Draco produced his phone from his own pocket and opened the camera. He held it up and got ready to take the photo when Harry snatched it from his grip.

“That’s not a good angle,” He said. Harry held the phone up a slightly different way and Draco got ready. He smiled and waited for Harry to push the button, but what he did when he took the picture took Draco by complete surprise.

“There.” Harry gave his phone back and returned to his seat behind the desk, leaning back in his chair and opening his book like nothing had happened.

Draco made his way back to his seat in awe. He pulled up the photo on his phone to make sure it had actually just happened. Sure enough, the picture on his phone showed him smiling anxiously and blushing while Harry had his lips placed on Draco’s cheek, his eyes closed.
“Apollo?” A nurse called from a door across the room, startling Draco from his amazement.

“Y- yes, thats us,” Draco replied. He turned and shook Scorpius a bit to wake him up. They gathered their things and went into the exam room.


Draco followed Scorpius to the car, he and Apollo running and jumping on the way there. Harry had not been at the desk when they left. He was either on break or had finished his shift but at least he had his number. Whether he would ever get his, he wasn’t sure but he hoped he would soon find out.

Scorp and Apollo piled into the back seat as Draco started the car. Scorpius excitedly rolled down the back windows and he and Apollo were sticking their heads out, Scorpius imitating his best friend with his tongue hanging out.

“I know you’re excited boys, but you still need to be safe with your seat belt,” Draco said in his fatherly tone that he rarely actually used with Scorpius.

“Okay,” Scorpius said with a huff as he followed orders and put his seat belt on. Draco pulled out of the office parking lot and headed away from home.

“Dad! This isn’t the way home! Where are we going?” Scorpius asked enthusiastically.

“You’ll see,” Draco replied, turning and smiling at his son who looked confused but very happy. Draco drove across town waiting for Scorpius to figure out where they were going. They were only a couple blocks away but Draco wasn’t sure Scorpius had really been paying much attention anyway.

“We’re taking Apollo to the dog park?” Scorpius asked joyfully, finally figuring out where Draco was taking them.

“Mhmm,” Draco answered, nodding and smiling. Draco turned into the parking lot and found a spot close to the entrance. Scorpius was already taking his seat belt off before they had completely stopped. He hopped out of the car and went running towards the gates. Draco grabbed his bag and followed Scorpius, helping him with the gates so no ones dogs would get out.

Draco made his way over to a bench and sat down, able to still keep an eye on Scorpius while he did some leftover paperwork from his last shift at work. He glanced up every few minutes to make sure his boys were still okay. Once he had finished his paperwork he took out the book he was currently reading and got sucked into the pages.

“So, we meet again,” a familiar voice said in his ear. Draco jumped a bit, turning his head to see Harry from the Vet’s Office sitting beside him. Harry laughed at Draco’s reaction, knowing he had startled him.

“I suppose we do,” Draco replied, closing his book and putting it away. He was trying to be smooth but he had a feeling it wasn’t working.

Harry gave Draco a smirk and looked out on all the dogs playing in the park. He spotted Scorpius and pointed.

“He’s yours huh? Didn’t think you looked old enough to have a kid,” Harry said nonchalantly. Draco blushed.

“Uh, yeah. Things with his mother didn’t really work out,” Draco said simply, not really feeling like going into much detail with a stranger- a hot stranger at that.

“Probably cause you’re gay as hell,” Harry gave a laugh and smirked at Draco again, who blushed even harder. He looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Scorpius then came running up, Apollo at his heels.

“Hi, Dad!” he said happily. He saw Harry and gave a confused expression. “You’re from the Vet’s office aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, I am,” Harry replied. “I’m Harry.” He held out his hand and Scorpius shook it.

“What are you doing here?” Scorpius questioned.

“Well, I have a dog of my own. He’s right over there,” he pointed to a beautiful red husky sniffing around on the other side of the park. “His name is Colby. Colby come!” He yelled. The dog lifted his head and looked our way before spotting his master and bolting towards us.

“He’s so cute! Can I pet him?” Scorpius asked, practically jumping up and down.

“Of course,” Harry replied. Scorpius bent down and started petting and playing with Colby. Apollo came up to the dog, who was about three times the size of him and bowed, going into play mode.

“Look! Apollo made friends with him! They can have play dates together!” he exclaimed.

“Definitely,” Harry replied. He turned and gave Draco a wink, “and so can we,” he said in Draco’s ear. Draco shuddered. How was he so confident?

Scorpius and the dogs had run off, leaving Draco and Harry alone. Harry brushed his hand up Draco’s thigh, testing the waters to see how Draco would react. Draco couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way. He had never felt this way with Astoria. He could feel his bulge growing in his trousers. Harry glanced down, noticing it too. He bit his lip, making Draco gasp.

“Well, I better be going,” He stood abruptly. “Colby!” He called. Colby came running from where he was happily playing with Scorpius and Apollo.

“Bye Harry! Bye Colby!” Scorpius yelled. Harry waved and Colby barked a goodbye as they left the park, Harry turned his head, smirking, and winked at Draco. Draco quickly pulled his bag on his lap to cover himself. He could feel how hot his face was.

What the fuck just happened?

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Highschool!Jungkook slight angst? idk what to call this fml

Words: 1.3k its short i know

i actually came up with this idea while listening and reading bangtan’s song and lyric. The tittle of the song is “I Like It.” Its not my first time writing, but its my first here, in tumblr i guess. So i hope you guys will like it eeheee.

Don’t wanna be fool, wanna be cool, wanna be loved, same love as you.

It has been a month since the breakup and Jungkook is slightly devastated. It’s hard when your ex moved on so quickly. And it’s unfair since he’s the only one that’s constantly checking up his phone for your text, for your call, or even for a slight contact. Like how you used to like his posts on Instagram. The sound of his alarm doesn’t bother him at all because he’s been awake since.  He gets up from his bed and turn off his alarm. Getting ready for school. He missed it, your morning call, your good morning texts and your cute voice messages.

After getting ready, he walks slowly with his bag and his phone while sitting on the kitchen stool, drinking his coffee. The bland taste of the coffee disgust him as he started to stare at his brother who made him the coffee.

“Yah, Taehyung. You forgot to put sugar in this coffee didn’t you?”

Taehyung stared at him with wide eyes as he grinned.

“Sorry, kook-ah” he said as he scoop a spoon of sugar from the small bottle when Jungkook stopped him.

“It’s okay hyung, let’s go or we’ll be late for school” he said as he stood up and walked to the front door. Putting his shoes on as his hyung followed him from behind.

You’re not even mine anymore, but why do I feel like you’re been taking away?


The class has started, Jungkook is sitting on his usual seat as he saw your slim figure walked into the class. Oh how he missed those soft straight hair, and how he missed your usual habits of licking your lips. He missed it all. He didn’t realized he has been staring for the last few minutes until the teacher walked in and started on his lectures. He still keeps his eyes on you, but he didn’t know he is being obvious. But he is.

You realize his staring, his constant likes on your Instagram account. His texts and comments. But you are trying to ignore him. Not because you’ve moved on, it’s because of how you already got a new boyfriend, and then realizing that you still love him. It’s his fault anyway, breaking up with you for some dumb reason. Making you bawl your eyes out and practically begging for him. But he left you all alone, so you don’t think he deserve the second chance. But the problem is that you still love him. All these years of dating can’t be pushed away just like that.

The teacher had been continuing his rambling for quite a while and you didn’t realize that you had started to check your phone for any updates. You scroll through your Instagram account and saw some few new likes from your new updates. New comments like “let’s meet up and play” and “why are you so pretty.” These comments that you had just ignored. Because of your boyfriend, Jimin? Or is it because of Jungkook? No, don’t think about him. It’s time to move on.

Ha-ha, you’re doing so well without me, I don’t wanna see it, stop partying so hard.


Jungkook couldn’t focus for the past few minutes and let out a happy sigh when the final class is finished. He sees your figure walk towards the exit door as he scrambles through all of his stuffs and gets up (lowkeyly) trying to follow you. His pace halted when he saw another guy waited for you in front of the class and embraces you. And finally moves toward the school exit door. His hands clenched and he looks down towards his shoes. Tears building up but he tries not to cry in front of the door and finally shuffles from there.

You tag tag a photo that you took with your new boyfriend.


Jungkook saw it again today, your new post on Instagram. He made your posts notifications on when you both are still dating but he never turns it off. He still wants to see your beautiful selfies and he always fought his urge to like the picture. But he don’t want to be just another from the 30 something guy. He wanted to text you, but it’ll seem like he’s losing. If he don’t do that, if he doesn’t say anything, he don’t think you’ll even care. He tried to shake off his thought on you. But he loves you too much. It’s too hard for him to move on. Why does it seems so simple to you? Doesn’t these 3 years of dating means to you?

The weather outside of his house seems to mock him as he sulk on his bed. The only time he’ll be alone without Taehyung try to get him up and do something productive. Good thing he has another school activity today. Being the head prefect is hard. Having a hyung like him means a lot. They always had each other’s back.

He rose up from his bed and walks toward the desks. Sitting on his office chair and take the photo album on his hands before slowly turning the pages. His tears slowly fall as he looks at all the memories you both had made, the memories that easily thrown by you. After seeing the album, your pictures. His old feelings, his laugh. It’s you. He needs you. He need you back. He made promise to himself, he’ll take you back.

After we broke up, you look better, pretty woman. Annoyingly, you still look good, oh pretty woman.

Y/n slam the door shut, the date with Jimin doesn’t goes to well when Jimin had ditched him for something more important. You guess you wasn’t his priority then. You don’t need this kind of guy in your life, maybe you need to break up with Jimin and settle down.

You puts your purse on your dresser and took your phone in your palm before crashed down on your bed. You let out a tired sigh as you slowly take your phone and scroll on your Instagram feed. You saw his post. Jungkook’s post on Instagram. You missed this. You missed his laugh. You miss the cuddly moments together. You missed him. How long will you survive without him? You don’t know. You won’t, probably.

Are you well these days? I got curious and went to see and the likes are shining. You, who is living well without me. Why did I think of you?


The last echo of his voice in the empty house kills him. He ruffled his hair angrily as he stood up and took his phone. This is it, I’m going to man up, and apologize. Y/n is more important than your stupid ego, Jungkook.

He took his phone and searched your name. “My Love” it is still. And he pressed call. Hoping that you will say hello. Or press the green button is enough.


“Oh my god, Y/n” He said. His relieved sigh is prominent to you and you’re trying not to let out a chuckle but failed. He smiled listening to your chuckle. She misses me. I know that.  

“Yes, Jungkook?” you said and he smiled. Missing your voice. If you were right in front of him, he’s sure he’ll hug you. But you’re not.

“I miss you, I miss us.”


“I know you miss us too, I know it. Even if you don’t realize it, you really do. I know I sucked the last time, but I really wanted you to know that I’m sorry, and I want us to try again. This month without you was like hell, it’s devastating. How can I survive my whole life without you? Just break up with Ji-

“I did.”


“I did, I broke up with him. I miss you too and yes, we’ll try again. I love you.” He couldn’t help but feel his smile widened cheek to cheek. Then he replied.

“I love you too”

Don’t wanna be fool, wanna be cool, wanna be loved. Same love as you. Baby I want it.

Lovers From The Past (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 14

It’s finally here! ^^ I have nothing else to say than; I really hope that you’ll like it and enjoy~

Summary: Ji Yong takes of for BIGBANG’s world tour and you try to cope with him being so far away, now that you finally have him back in your life.

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SecretLittleWriter Song-Inspired Imagine #1

I decided to write you guys a little imagine, since I’m making sure my requests and fanfiction are absolutely perfect.  And, as an avid music listener, I tend to get random inspiration from whatever song I’m listening to at that moment.  Earlier today (I can’t say today anymore because I’ve been working on this for a week oops), I was listening to Taylor Swift’s “Ours”, and I got the idea for this imagine.  If you don’t like Taylor, or haven’t heard this song before, I suggest you listen to this song before reading this because I find the song adorable.

So, without further ado, here’s my first imagine!

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The Captain’s Crew

“Yo, Captain, they’re talking about Jack Zimmermann! Ain’t he your boy from back in the Q?”

Parse blinks and looks up from where he’s wrapping a stick. “Huh? Oh, yeah, he was… I mean, it’s not like I talk to him anymore, so.” He shrugs and goes back to what he was doing.

“Oh. But I thought when we played the Bruins last year you…”

Swoops’ head snaps up and he catches Jeff’s eye, who shakes his head slightly but emphatically, and suddenly Grump is there leading the kid away on some urgent business way the fuck on the other side of the room.

“Jesus Christ,” Swoops mutters under his breath.

Jeff comes to sit in the stall next to him and briefly knocks shoulders. “No kidding. We need to do something?”

“Just keep running interference as much as we can, I guess.”

Jeff sighs. “Yeah. Doesn’t seem like enough, though, does it?”

“Not really.”

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Requested: Hey could you write about Shawn being in love with a girl that plays the guitar and sings and posts covers online and they meet at his concert for the first time and she shows him her hometown?



Your buzzing phone signals that someone is trying to facetime you. Glancing at your screen to see who is calling, you see that it is Shawn, and just seeing his picture brings a smile to your face. You accept the call. “Hello?”

“Hey y/n, I saw your new cover!”

“You did?” You ask in surprise. “I just posted it like twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, I get notifications every time you post,” He admits, and you laugh.

“Well, I’m honored. Thank you.”

“Of course. Can you believe I’ll be there in Portland in just four days?” He says, a huge smile spreading across his face.

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A Second Chance

Prompt: Henry has always had a knack for using the camera. But when Killian begins to notice photographs that don’t include him, his concern for his and Henry’s relationship grows. Captain Swan/Captain Cobra. Rated F for feels and fluff.

He first noticed them shortly after he moved in, and to be quite honest, he’s surprised that he didn’t become aware of it before that day. After much explaining that the little black box wasn’t magic, Killian finally grasped the concept for Henry’s camera. He had a vintage Polaroid one, the kind that spits out the picture as soon as it’s taken (and then the viewer proceeds to shake or blow on it because they assume it will help it develop faster).

Killian found the first one a few days after he had came to live with Emma and Henry. He was unpacking one of his boxes of books when he spotted the photograph on the coffee table. Now distracted from his task, Killian dipped down to pick up the portrait, grinning when he saw how lovely his Swan looked. The picture was of Emma in the kitchen making pancakes, one of the few items she knew how to cook without burning the place down. Smiling, he flipped the picture over to see that Henry had written a description on the back.

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Friends- Vernon Scenario

pairing: vernon x reader 

genre: fluff

word cont: 1, 252 

You were an instagramer with about 50k followers, not that much but still all your followers were friendly and kind. One day you decided to post a smiling picture of yourself which is a bit unlike you since you always had somewhat of a serious face in selfies you took. Soon comments rolled in, complimenting your smile and all. Then you noticed, going through your messages on Instagram, a guy who had a good-looking picture as his profile messaged you. He caught your eye the minute you went through your messages.

“He’s kind of cute..” You mumbled your thoughts of him as you opened his message.

Vernon: Hey, this might seem weird but I stumbled by your instragram? and like it seems cool. I really like your posts and your videos are really funny lol. I also like your face? Like makeup? I seem so awkward but what I”m trying to say is I think you seem pretty nice and I’d just like to be friends.

You smiled at his cute bit strange message but then realize the weird videos you post about yourself and get bit embarrassed that a cute guy like him saw those videos. You checked out his instragram and saw that he has over 2 million followers and it actually really really hot from the photos he posts. Even his friends are hot. You scrolled through his instragram even more, getting deeper into it you found videos of him doing a dance to hotline bling and clips of his mixtapes.

You even found a few cute and funny pictures he posted which made you smile, looking at them. You thought that was the best part of his instrgram, that he posted many meme-like pictures of him.

You finally went back and messaged him back.

Y/N: Haha thanks. I like your instagram too. I don’t think your weird at all, you’re pretty cool from your mix tapes. I’d love to be friends with you.

The two of you started to talk and got to know each other even more. Everyday it was surprising that he’d continue to start conversations with you and you went along with it. Soon it became a habit and you guys truly became friends, texting each other day and night.

As days and months went by, you guys became closer and closer, calls, facetiming, everything internet friends all do. You’d even start sharing secrets and start telling stories to each other. You guys became pretty close and surprisingly you’ve gotten to meet with him a few times but he’s always busy with plans so most of the time your hangouts don’t last long.

As your relationship became stronger, you knew you liked from the beginning, more than a friend but you would never tell him that now because you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had built and loved.

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