my trip to your moms house

Sing For You // Hong Jisoo


the prompts: (1) whenever I think of joshua i get this “boy next door” feel. but maybe have it where joshua or the reader has just moved to the neighborhood and the reader hears joshua play the guitar near his bedroom window and he starts to notice her and play songs that convey his feelings for her. (2) personally i would love a joshua scenario with a flirty josh and oblivious reader cuz!!!! why not!!!

words: 3834

category: fluff

author note: he’s not that flirty in this like maybe a subtle flirt. anyway this is for my older sister, for her graduation gift. I’m proud of you, you loser, and I hope you like this scenario. (good luck choosing between joshua and yuta now muahaha)

- destinee

Originally posted by dinochans


When you and your family moved into that ugly green two-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac, you assumed there would be no one your age to hang out with. It was the summer after you graduated high school, and you were pleased to spend it leisurely, doing nothing but catching up on the latest Netflix series available. You would start working as soon as the summer was over, and so your goal was to spend as much time as you could enjoying being lazy.

The bedroom you chose was at the end of the hall on the second floor, far away from your parents’ room. There, you could watch Netflix on your laptop day after day, without a care in the world at who was outside (or inside) of your house.

Your mother was sociable, and always on the prowl for new friends she could chat with. That’s how she found Mrs. Hong, who conveniently lived next door along with her son, Joshua.

To say Joshua Hong was cute would have to be the understatement of the century, since he was downright princely in every sense of the word. Luckily, his bedroom seemed to be right across the yard from yours, so you were able to see him from time to time whenever he opened his curtains. He never seemed to notice you when he sat on his window seat to play his guitar. Sometimes, he would crack open his window and you could hear the experimental twang of the strings as he learned new melodies and songs. That wasn’t very often, though.

Usually, Joshua had friends over, and they would play in the in-ground pool in his backyard. You found out he had handsome friends too, and lots of them. Sometimes they picked him up in a beaten up old van. It obviously didn’t fit thirteen boys, so you always watched in amusement as Joshua would squish into the trunk with a few other boys. They were a wild bunch, and loud. They were the soul reason you bought noise-canceling headphones.

Some days, when you didn’t feel like Netflix or the internet, you would watch Joshua and his friends hang out, since it was rather comical to see them playing around. Especially when they had sleepovers at Joshua’s place. Apparently they were fans of truth or dare, unless Joshua really did have a boyfriend named Yoon Jeonghan, as he had shouted out for the neighborhood to hear one night. That was the first time you ever heard him speak, funnily enough. His voice was soft.

Soon, Netflix became boring to you as July found it’s way into the year. You found yourself at your window seat more often than not, watching Joshua as he fiddled with his guitar. He was quieter alone, away from the the hustle and bustle that his friends offered. With his and your windows cracked open, you could hear his gentle voice as he sang a familiar song. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop as you leaned against the window pane. Joshua’s soft voice sang you to sleep that night.


She is the sweetest thing that I know…“ Joshua sang, ”you should see the way she holds me when the lights go low. Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every—dang it!”

He exhaled in frustration as he once again messed up the simplest of chords. Where there was a D, he had played a C. He had never messed up something like guitar chords. He could play a song by ear if he wanted to, as he had been playing since he was in middle school.

He blamed you. Ever since you had moved in a few months ago and he saw you going out to collect mail, his mind hadn’t been the same. He found it cute how you would give the mailman a wide smile whenever he brought a package for you. Often times he didn’t even have to wonder very long what it was that you were so happy to receive, as you would open the package right there in the front yard. He got to see your interests, which mostly consisted of miscellaneous fandom merch or something even stranger like a box of food from who knows where. Although once, you received a tin of cookies and Joshua had considered introducing himself right there just to take a few of those chocolate chip treats home with him.

The point was, Joshua found you rather interesting and pretty, but he was too shy to actually strike up a conversation with you. His mother told him a lot about you, because according to your mother you were always watching Netflix shows or making strange conditions in the kitchen.

Joshua had the developing desire to keep learning about you. He wanted to know more about you, outside of your mother’s opinions and his observant assumptions. However, he wasn’t very outspoken when it came to girls. In fact, he barely even talked to them in high school. Even now, in college as a struggling music major, he didn’t really talk to girls. He was too shy and uninterested. He had his entire life to find someone that made his heart race. For now, he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Your moving right across from him sort of wrecked that plan, however, as now he found his heart racing every time he saw you outside.

As he repositioned his fingers to play the song again, he glanced out the window, towards your house. His curiosity for you was quenched when he realized your window was right across from him, and you were sleeping against the partly-open windowpane. He quirked a smile at your sleeping form.

Had you heard him singing? The thought flustered him, as he wasn’t sure he sounded good. Sometimes he just fooled around on his instrument, and it probably sounded stupid. He wondered how many times you had heard him singing his heart out to Ed Sheeran songs. Then, he cringed as he remembered his favorite activity to do when he felt bored was to freestyle his own raps for whatever reason. Perhaps you would find them funny. That would be a plus, right?

Whatever you had heard, Joshua was going to make sure you heard only the best songs from him. From then on, he kept a mental note that you could be listening to his songs.


You were awoken bright and early the next morning, to the usual legion of boys shouting and yelling.

Did they not know it was morning?

Splashing was quickly heard along with loud voices, so you sat up begrudgingly and looked at your phone. You groaned, Who went swimming at the crack of dawn, anyway?

They were disrupting your precious sleep, and so it was only logical that you would disrupt their precious fun. As desperate times call for desperate measures, you got out of your bed and grabbed the Nerf gun that lay in the messy underside of your bed. After finding a spare dart laying around, you crept over to your window seat and hid behind the decorative throw pillows you had set on the cushions. You pushed open your window and aimed for the first boy you saw near the pool: a tall, dark boy busy slathering sunscreen on his shoulders. You pulled the trigger and grinned as your target met it’s mark.

“Ow! Wh—” he turned around quickly, and locked eyes with you.

You squealed in alarm and ducked behind your cushions.

“Joshua! Your neighbor just shot me with a Nerf gun!”


You peaked your head over your throw pillow and watched as Joshua pushed himself out of his pool and walked closer to your house, his brows furrowed as he looked at your window. Then, he opened his mouth without a sort of Aha! expression. “It’s really early. My mom told me her parents were on a trip so I just assumed she was with them. We should keep quiet.”

You sighed in relief as all the boys seemingly agreed and got out to get some sun instead.

If you were honest, you might have watched the shirtless boys tan for just a bit longer before returning to your bed.


Cause I know that I let you down, but is it to late to say I’m sorry now?“ Joshua strummed his guitar rather recklessly to the Justin Bieber song.

His thoughts were that if he couldn’t speak to you, then he could very well sing to you. At least from his bedroom. He still felt guilty for waking you up on a Saturday at six in the morning. So he thought of the only semi-apologetic song he knew the chords to. If that was Justin Bieber, it would have to do.

He could see you even now, with your head against the windowpane, listening to him. You seemed to be listening casually as you scrolled on your phone, occasionally stopping to double-tap. When he stopped singing and playing, he chuckled softly because you had peeked up and looked over to his window, wondering why his voice had cut off abruptly. He quickly put his head down and waited until you went back to your phone before he looked at you again.

Was there a sort of unspoken communication between you two? He would sing and you would just listen along?

Joshua bit his lip in thought as he mindlessly strummed random chords. Maybe he could sing for you every night.

Before he could begin another song, his mother called him to help her make dinner.


He went downstairs into the kitchen, where his mother was busy tossing a salad. “Can you cook and cut the chicken for me?”

“Of course,” Joshua said, moving over to the fridge to grab the chicken.

“What happened this morning?” Mrs. Hong asked as they both worked together. “I was drinking my morning coffee, listening to you guys play in the pool and then all of a sudden all the noise just stopped.”

“Oh, well apparently Y/n didn’t go with her parents on that trip, and we woke her up. She shot Mingyu with a Nerf gun to let us know that we were being too loud.”

Mrs. Hong giggled and shook her head fondly. “Maybe you should invite her over. She might be lonely during dinner.”

Joshua groaned and turned to narrow his eyes at his mother, “Are you trying to set me up?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Mrs. Hong shrugged her shoulders coyly, “but it would be nice for her to come over and you two to meet properly.”

“I don’t know…” Joshua mumbled, his ears turning pink at the thought that his mom might embarrass him before he got to even properly talk with you.

Mrs. Hong rolled her eyes. “I won’t bring out the baby pictures, just go and invite her over before she starts microwaving pizza pockets or something.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Joshua sighed, making his way out the back door.

The walk from his house to yours felt rather slow for him. Especially since his legs seemed like lead, and his feet were dragging with anxiety as he thought of seeing you face to face.

He stood in front of your pea-green home and lifted his fist, knocking on the creaky screen door.

He heard quick footsteps from inside, and then the door was swung open. It was you, with a bright smile on your face until you saw him. Your smile quickly turned down in disappointment. “Oh. I thought you were the delivery man with my clothes.”

Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Ah… Sorry. I’m Joshua Hong from next door.”

“I know who you are,” you said sweetly. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Yeah. Um, my mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat dinner with us? Since your parents are out and everything.”

“Oh!” You looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry, but I’m going out on a date with this guy from the mall. I don’t have his number to cancel or anything.”

“Don’t cancel!” Joshua said hastily, ignoring the frantic and nervous beating of his heart as he thought of you going on a date with someone else. “If you’re going on a date then go! Have fun,” he laughed awkwardly and turned on his heel, marching down the stairs towards his home.

He walked into the kitchen, his stomach turning as he saw his mother’s hopefully face. “Is she coming?”

“No,” Joshua sighed, going to take the chicken out of the oven. “She has a date.”

The two of them agreed not to talk about you any longer, as Mrs. Hong could sense the melancholic tone in her son’s voice. He was a bit hurt, but he wouldn’t mention it as he sat down to eat with his mother.

The two of them sat down and prayed before digging into their light dinner, easy conversation distracting Joshua from his worry about where you might be going and what you might be doing on your date.

The loud honking of a car suddenly jolted the two. Poor Joshua had been drinking water as it happened, and so he accidentally spilt some of it down his thin t-shirt.

“Go see what that is,” Mrs. Hong told him, her eyebrows furrowed in worry that there might’ve been an accident in their neighborhood.

Joshua obeyed and walked over to the window over the sink, dabbing his shirt with a paper towel as he did so. He peered out the window to see a sleek black car in your yard, honking. Suddenly your door opened and you came outside, your hair flying behind you as you ran over to the car.

“It’s her date,” Joshua informed his mom, “He didn’t even ring the doorbell.”

Mrs. Hong rushed over and tutted, shaking her head. “Where’d she pick him up?”

“The mall,” Joshua said spitefully. “What guy picks up girls at the mall anyway?”

Mrs. Hong patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go call it a night?”

“M'kay,” Joshua said softly. “Thanks Mom.”


You returned home later and tossed your bag onto your bed. You plopped into your window seat and sighed. Your date had been a jerk, and after flirting with the waitress, he had made you pay for the entire meal (which wasn’t any MacDonald’s by the way). After that, he tried to initiate a make out session in the front seat of his car, to which you politely declined.

You opened your window slightly, hoping to hear some of Joshua’s singing. You wished you had just stood the jerk up and stayed with Joshua and his mom. You were sure that dinner would’ve reaped more benefits than the one you had been on.

You heard the sweet melodies of a Shawn Mendes song, followed by Joshua’s soft voice. ”‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can, and any girl like you deserves a gentleman…

You suddenly looked up and met Joshua’s gaze for a second before he finally looked away, still singing.

Had he played that song for you? Did he know that it was a botched date or was the song just a coincidence?

Either way, you grabbed a blanket and curled up in your window seat, letting Joshua’s voice lull you to sleep.


The next few weeks were rather quiet, save for Joshua’s nightly songs. Each night was a different love song, and you liked to listen to them as you feel asleep, imagining he was singing to you. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t ever talked, but the words were nothing more than greetings from him, and occasionally his friends, when they saw you outside.

Your parents had returned, yet they were still put most of the time, working. You spent the morning cleaning up the house, and had finished well before noon. Out of boredom, you decided to make cookies.

After a few hours, you were surrounded by cookies and cookie dough, your music blaring loudly with whatever random Spotify playlist you had chosen. In your excitement, you hadn’t realized that you had made literally fifteen dozen chocolate chip cookies, and there was no way to eat them all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling and hollering outside. The boys! You could give them each a dozen to take home and you’d still have two dozen left.

With that decided, you put the cookies in individual ziplock bags and stuffed them all in one of your mother’s oversized grocery bags. You turned off your phone and pocketed it before leaving the house.

The boys were all near the pool again, as they had been since the early morning when you started your chores. With a few steps, you were outside the pool gate, opening the latch and letting yourself into what looked to be an intense chicken-fight competition. There were nine boys standing at the pool edge with their backs to you. They hadn’t noticed your presence, as they were too busy cheering on the four boys in the pool. You snuck beside one of them to see Joshua sitting on the shoulders of the boy you had shot with a Nerf gun just a couple of month ago. His hands were linked with another boy’s, and they both were straining to push the other off.

In the excitement of the other boys’ cheering, you played along. “Go Joshua! Take him down!”

Joshua froze at your voice, allowing the other boy to shove him into the water. Each of the boys turned to look at you, and the one in the pool was the first to speak, “It’s Nerf girl!”

Joshua resurfaced and pushed his bangs off his forehead. “Y/n?”

“Hi, Joshua,” you said with an awkward wave.

The boy you had shot spoke again, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of the punishment, Shua. Jeonghan won so he gets to flick your forehead.”

All of the boys agreed, and so Joshua and the other three boys pushed themselves out of the pool. Joshua walked over to the towels and quickly wrapped one around his shoulders before making his way towards you. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged and held up the bag. “I made too many cookie so I thought I would share. There’s a bag for each of you.”

Suddenly, Joshua’s punishment was forgotten as each of the boys scrambled to get their bag of cookies. They each thanked you, but you could hardly reply after seeing their handsome faces up close. When there was only one bag left, you pulled it out and handed it to Joshua with a soft smile. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Do you want to come swimming?”

The thought of Joshua seeing you in your swimsuit made you blush, but it was hot outside and you were bored. “Sure. Let me go get my swimsuit.”


Joshua thought his ears were going to absolutely burn from the heat that crept up them. Your bathing suit made you look even more stunning, and Joshua was finding it hard not to stare as you smiled and laughed with the other boys. Everyone was taking a break to eat their cookies, which were no longer separated by dozens, but instead passed around and mixed up until nearly all of them were gone by you and the thirteen hungry boys.

“So, what’s it like living next to our Joshua?” Jeonghan asked you with a smirk as he leaned back into the lawn chair.

Joshua groaned, a cookie in his hand. “Guys… don’t bother her.”

“It’s okay,” you answered Jeonghan, ignoring Joshua’s pleas. “When you guys aren’t waking me up, that is. Actually, when you guys aren’t over at all, it’s quite pleasant.”

Jeonghan rose his eyebrows, “Hear that, Shua? She likes it when you’re the only one home.”

“That’s not what she meant—” Joshua started, but he was quickly cut off by all the boys’ suggestive cooing.

“Leave him alone,” you said, your own cheeks aflame.

Joshua found it endearing that you were sticking up for him. In fact, as the day progressed, and he talked more with you, he felt absolutely enamored with you to the point where he wasn’t sure he could hold it in any longer.


After you showered and cleansed all of the chlorine off of your body, you made your way to the window seat. As you dried your hair with a towel, you listened for Joshua’s song through your cracked window, ”Leave this blue neighborhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh, and it drives me wild. ‘Cause when you look like that, I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, oh, it drives me wild. You’re driving me wild, wild, wild…

The thought that he could be singing to you crossed your mind yet again, and before you could stop yourself, you pushed open your window and hung your head out. "Hey, Joshua!”

Having been staring at his guitar, he jumped when you called his name. The song stopped abruptly, and Joshua turned to see your head out of your window. “Yeah?”

You sent him a smile, “Can I ask you something?”

Joshua opened his own window all the way so he could hear you better. As he retuned his guitar to keep his nervous fingers occupied, he replied, “Shoot.”

“Are you playing those songs for me, or is it just a coincidence?”

Joshua’s eyes widened as he realized that you had caught on to his act. He cleared his throat, “A–Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

As he played his new song, he heard your laugh as it echoed across the way. “Joshua, stop! I wanna talk to you!”

Reluctantly, Joshua did stop. “Yeah. Okay, well, I guess I like you but I didn’t actually know how to convey it. I was sort of hoping my songs would charm you into liking me too.”

You smiled brightly, “Oh, they did. Especially those freestyle raps you sang about how much you wanted tacos.”

Joshua laughed nervously. “You heard that?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “It was cute, though.”

Joshua stared at your confident smile for another moment before biting his lip. “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

“I would love to, as long as you’ll keep singing for me. I expect a rap about how much you enjoyed our date as well.”

“You got it,” Joshua said. “Any requests before I head in for the night?”

You hummed in thought before replying, “How about Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis?”

Joshua’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh. That’s a good one. Okay. Right. Cool. Let’s go.”

He began to sing, and once again you curled into your window seat, listening to his soft voice conveying not only your feelings, but his own as well.

~the end~





Seeing their best friend fail at their choreography 



Fans bullying their significant other

Hearing you sing very badly



Asking you out

Discovering that you’re vegetarian 

Seeing you wearing a onsie


“Why Bother?”  (Bad Boy AU/Rocky/Eunwoo/Moonbin) 

Chapters:  1  2  3  4



Seeing you wearing a Hanbok for the first time

Love at first sight

Their significant other was jumped  (Possible trigger warning?)

You asking to shower with them

Discovering that you’re a rape survivor  (Trigger warning)


“Castle in the Air”  (Fluff/Angst/Poly!Vkook)


Seokjin + “I just had a couple of drinks.”



Exo-M:  Spending the night at your house for the first time

You hold their hand for the first time


Junmyeon + “Don’t tell me to stop, you’re not my mom.”



You fangirling over another idol



Vocal Unit:  You tripping over your own feet



The members see another member’s significant other wearing only his shirt

Topp Dogg:


Discovering that you’re vegan



Hearing you sleep talking in your native language


“Cold Pizza”  (Angst/Fluff/Jinhwan)



Seeing you cry over a death in a cartoon

Talk too much // COIN (Alex Standall)

Title: Talk too much // COIN

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: hii could you do an Alex Standall imagine based on the song ‘Talk Too Much’ by COIN? I love your blog :)            

Word Count: 922 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Why can’t I leave it unsaid?

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. And this request is what I think the song explains from the beginning but I just didn’t use everything too literal. It’s about being uncomfortable with yourself being just too honest sometimes.

Saturday, Spending my morning with Alex was amazing. Especially when it was raining and he spent the night before at my house. Mom and her new boyfriend were on a trip, and we had the house to ourselves.

He usually wakes up, made some coffee and then I wake to make breakfast. Even this morning we did that, something turned to be different. It was raining and no matter what we did, probably it would be this way all the day. I loved rain, but Alex seemed to be disappointed we had to stay home.

“We still can do things. Just, enjoy the day.” I said and he smiled a little.

“Like what? Like homework?” He grabbed me by the waist and then pulled me to his chest.

“Maybe. So, you won’t call me tomorrow at 11 pm asking for help.” We both laughed and then I went to the living room. “Why we don’t watch a movie or something?”

“Maybe, I should take your advice and actually do my homework.” He continued and took from his backpack his notebooks.

“Good, I’ll be here reading, okay?” I told him and he nodded.

After some hours, he stopped doing his homework, and this time just stayed there looking at me.

“I think mom hates me.” I spit out and he crossed his arms. “Yesterday, I told her something really cruel, and she hasn’t even texted me since then.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That she looked easy to everyone because she couldn’t be in a serious relationship.” He made a surprised look at me, and I nodded.

“You were probably too honest for her. But, that’s how you are.” He said. “Just remember that time you spent your day at the director’s office just because you answered a little rude to a teacher, like a year ago.”

He tried to comfort me, but certainly, I just felt worse. I never could keep myself in silence, I always had to answer something to them. Sometimes I got in a lot of troubles because of that, but it wasn’t my fault. I just, let everything inside me go out and I had no filter to say certain stuff. I could fight everyone, and I had no idea how I did it.

“I’ll try to finish my homework to see if we can make something later when the rain stops a little.” I nodded, and he went to his books.

I tried to read again, but what Alex told me left me a little anxious. Sometimes I was too honest with everyone because I felt in confidence with people. I tried to make them feel confident too, but no, not really. They ended a lot more scared of what I said at the end. People get mad to know they aren’t always going to be right about everything. I just didn’t know if Alex thought what everyone else did. They said I was just too rude. Alex came to me after an hour and he looked worried.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to give you my opinion.” He said scared and touched my hand.

“I’m too annoying, right? Everyone just says it all the time and it’s true. I can’t keep myself quiet, and I have no filter. I’m too rude for everyone else and probably already think that about me and-”

He interrupted me with a kiss. A touchy, and careful one. Our lips attached to the other like a key that opens a door. He felt so good. He knew exactly how to make me feel and I loved him so much. He got away a little from me.

“I guess your plan works, my love,” I said and he smiled.

“In that case, when I feel you’re into so much talk, I’ll kiss you once.” He got closer and gave me a little kiss. “Or twice, I don’t know. Just the necessary.”

I smiled and he kissed me now pulling me closer to him. I sat on his lap this time, and he continued kissing me. I liked it. I talk too much, and I needed his lips to come and shut me up. That’s just what I needed.

In Your Head - Part 9

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,922

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

There you were. Locked away in your room just staring at your phone. You must have written the text out 20 times. You almost called him 5 times. Part of you wanted to tell him. Another part didn’t think it was bad enough. It had been worse in the past, easily.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you jumped a little.
Hey Sweetheart, just thought I’d tell you goodnight. I had a great day with you. Love you”.

You sat there in guilt. You were pretty sure that he really meant those words.

It was finally late enough that you could leave your room without hassle, everybody else in the house was asleep.

You made your way to the bathroom. You weren’t sure what your back looked like and you weren’t one to have mirrors in your room. Your head had still hurt but the throbbed part had gone away hours ago. The only thing you were sure of were the small bruises around the inner part of your arm. Finger sized.

You quietly closed the door behind you and then turned on the light. Your lip was mostly fine as it seemed you had bitten the inner part of it.

You turned and lifted your shirt looking behind you to see in the mirror. A small stream of dark bruises ran across your spine.

Your put your shirt back down just trying to shrug off any feelings. You took a deep breath.

You slowly went downstairs, grabbed a bowl of dry cereal and went back to your room. You had finished all your homework already.

You finally texted Jughead back.

Thanks for wishing me a goodnight. I had a good day with you too. I don’t think I can hangout tomorrow but I love you too. I’ll see you Monday okay?”. It had been a little bit so you figured Jughead went to sleep.

As tired as you were with the last 2 days of events, you couldn’t find yourself getting sleepy. You decided to go back to one of your books.

With Sunday greeting you, you wanted it to go quickly. You had stayed away from your mother almost the entire day. Your Dad kept to himself in his office, only coming out to get something to snack on. You helped your brother with his homework and barely texted Jughead. That was your day. Quiet and kept away.

Monday morning’s alarm was signaling to the right of you. You did your morning routine while dreading going to school. However if it meant you got to escape from your house for about 8 hours, then that was at least something. You wore a long sleeved shirt making sure that today the sleeves weren’t pushed up and headed out.

You got off the bus and were greeted by Jughead. Your face suddenly turned into a large genuine smile. “Hey Sweetheart ”, instead of the usual kiss on your head he leaned in a grasped your cheek bringing his lips to yours. “I missed you”, the words escaped his mouth as his lips were parting yours. 

You gleamed with a smile as he reached down and grasped your hand. “I missed you too”. He walked you to your locker as usual but ever slightly more affectionate. 

You tried to keep your mind away from your mother and then you looked down the hallway. There was Chuck with a still swollen face. His eyes looked at yours and then to Jughead’s. You could feel Jughead’s body tense up. You held his hand with more strength and squeezed it before using your other to slightly touch his chest. “Hey hey hey…”, you were trying to calm him down now and his eyes that were so still on Chuck before now landed on yours. His face softened. “Nothing is going to happen here. It will be okay, I got you and all of our friends. Alright? Just ignore him and he will ignore you”.

His eyes went to his feet and he gently nodded, “Okay but can I walk you to all your classes?”. 

You smiled. “Well Veronica and I have back to backs together but after that okay. It doesn’t really stray from our usual day. You do realize you usually walk me to class.” You gave him eyes that were filled with a sardonic undertone. 

He got a little flushed. He played with the hair that escaped his beanie in the bottom part of his head. His arm flexed a bit while pulling on his hair. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’m just being overprotective”, his eyes looked to yours. You though, were staring at his flexed arm. And once again he had caught you ogling him. He gave you a smile.  

You laughed when you met his eyes. “Sorry”. 

Veronica made her way up to the two of you, giving you both a rather interesting smile. Her eyebrow going up at you as if she was trying to talk to you with just a look. “Alright lovebirds. We got to go to class”, she eyed the door to the math room. 

“See you later?”, his hand brought your body closer to his and he gave you a small kiss. 

“Why do you keep phrasing this in questions?”, you giggled and gave him a slight hug. He slowly walked away backwards while keeping his eyes on you.

You looked to Veronica and were once again blushed. “Oh, I have soooo many questions”. 

“You very well know I’m not going to say anything”, you gave a nod but knew she already had assumed correctly. Veronica slowly shifted your body to the left side of her and you weren’t sure why until you saw Reggie and Chuck passing through the hall on the other side. Veronica’s eyes steered forward only focusing on the door. You weren’t sure if she was being protective or trying to harness her own rage. 

You went to your usual seat and Veronica in front of you. You gently sat down with the brace of knowing that there was still pain when you sat down. Luckily no one’s eyes were on you. 

A few classes had come and gone and you knew you were headed your way outside once again. Lunch in hand, you saw everyone but Betty at the table already. You were excited to sit down but because your focus was on Jughead, you had forgotten about your back. You gave a small sigh of pain while you sat down. Only Jughead had noticed because Archie was talking rather loud with Veronica, once again conversing about the upcoming dance. 

The second you sighed, Jugheads head had snapped to you with his face full of concern. “You okay?” 

You once again gave a fake smile. You thought you were past this, but again you didn’t want to worry Jughead. Especially for something you considered minor. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a little tired. I was reading for a while last night and lost track of time”. At least that part was true - you thought to yourself. 

You passed him his chips and once again went on through your day. Treating it like any other day in school. The plus side of it being was that Chuck had seemed to be fearful enough of Jughead that he avoided you. No joking or staring at you. At least something had grown more positive.  


The last bell had rung of the day and there was Jughead waiting for you by your locker. “Hey, how was class?”, he gave a peck on your cheek. 

“Good. Honors English is easily my favorite class”, you were putting away your books.

“Can you hangout today?”, Jughead asked with hopeful eyes.

“Yep. I already asked my Dad yesterday. I don’t have to be home until dinner”. Your arms went above Jughead’s neck. He gave a smile before diving in for a kiss. While gentle, his lips were warm. His hands slowly glided up your back but you resisted the flinch. Kissing through the pain, your focus trying to maintain on Jughead’s lips. You once again smiled while parting his body. You grabbed your bag and put it on your shoulder. Hand in hand you made your way to Archie’s house. Although, you just saw it as Jughead’s place now.

He was once again pausing to kiss you along your walk. However this time, a bit deeper and longer than any walk before. You took a breather from his mouth, with a slight pant trying to get some air. “Okay, but we are actually doing homework there right? Archie’s going to be there, and not sleeping this time….”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. Sorry, I’m just becoming too greedy with you”. 

You smiled while your feet landed on the steps of the porch. “I forgot to tell you!”, it had slipped your mind, something your dad mentioned the day before. “My dad is taking my mom on his next trip this weekend. My brother’s staying over his friends house for two nights and everything!”. This usually happened once a year towards your dad’s birthday. 

“Sounds like we’re having a weekend together ”, you could tell he was excited but he gave you a very coy smirk. 

“Yeah. He usually does this around his birthday. He has a conference in Vegas and my mom actually likes it there…”, your thoughts slowly went back to Saturday but you snapped yourself out of it quickly. You gave a fast smile to Jughead. You really were looking forward to the weekend. 

He thought for a second, “Just don’t tell Veronica. She’ll want to throw a party or something”. 

“Ha. I wouldn’t let her”, you gave a small chuckle. 

You put your bag on the couch and began to get your books out on the coffee table. Jughead was slowly coming back from the kitchen complete with some snacks in hand. You sat down slowly knowing that if you prepared yourself you could resist the pain of your back bothering you. Out of a little fear you pulled your sleeves to the palms of your hands. Jughead seemed to slightly notice but also knew that you would do this when you were nervous. You began to work on your math homework while he typed away on his laptop. 

About an hour went by and with you now starting your French homework you could tell Jughead was needing a break. He was stretching his arms and started in again on a snack. You watched his body move but knew with Archie upstairs, who was strumming off and on his guitar, nothing would happen. 

“So did Jellybean call you last night?”, your question was genuine. 

“How did you know? And she goes by “JB” now,“ his eyes gave a slight roll. 

You gave a small laugh. “We were texting about books and she mentioned it”. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have given your number to her…”, his comment was a little exasperated. 

“Ha. No it was more talking her out of reading Anne Frank too early. I did get her to settle on Number the Stars though…” Your words trailed as you noticed Jugheads eyes following your lips now. 

You gave a smile and Jughead leaned in for kiss. He put your legs on top of his lap and pulled you towards him while his lips were still attached to yours. When you pulled your body towards him you resisted giving into the slight pain. You tried to remain your focus solely onto Jughead. You pulled your sleeves back to your palms and then proceeded to put your arms over his neck. His body now somewhat on top of yours. His kiss was getting deeper with his tongue battling a bit with yours. It got slower as if he wished Archie wasn’t home and you could feel your own body become a little heated. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt a little and you pulled back. “Juggs. We can’t right now but I promise the second my parents and brother are gone, we will have a great night”, your voice was stern but filled with glee.

He gave a deep breath, trying to cool himself off from what you could tell. “I know. It’s just hard not to want you with you being like that”. 

“Being like what?”, you were still unsure how Jughead found you this fascinating.

“You being you. You know, perfect”, his words trailed although they had come out before. 

You gave a coy smile. “You’re too sweet to me”. He dived in for a kiss once again but this time his hands went under your back as he tried to pull you on top of his lap. 

You gave a heavy gripe in pain. He let go of you instantly. He looked you up and down. 

“Y/N?! What’s wrong?”. He wasn’t yelling so much his words were heightened with angst and worry. 

You shook your head relaxing your body. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Really”. With determination he pulled at your shirt trying to lift it up. “Jughead! Leave it alone”, you were trying to whisper while pushing Jugheads hands away. 

“Come here”, he grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to his room. You knew what was going to happen and this was not what you wanted out of the day. 

He closed the door quietly and locked it while you stood in the middle of the room, pulling your sleeves down out of nervousness and fear, and began to cross your arms. 

“Let me see it”, there were no anger in his words as his face was once again soft. 

“Jughead, really I’m fine. It’s really nothing”, you came up to his chest with your palms on it. Trying to reassure him. 

“Please Y/N”, his eyes were starting to water a little. You tensed up. You didn’t want to show him, but you also knew the bruises had lightened slightly. You looked to the floor in both disgrace and guilt, purposely looking away from his eyes. 

You pulled your shirt off. His eyes went to the middle of your arm as he saw some light bruising. You turned around and moved your hair and he was now seeing your back. He paused before moving his body slowly towards yours and lightly grazing the middle of your back with his hand. 

His voice got stern again, “When?”. You knew Jughead only gave short answers out of seriousness. 

You turned your body around. “Saturday, when I came home. The house was a mess and I….” Your words were cut off by Jughead holding you in for an embrace. 

“You have to tell me when this happens Y/N”. Your eyes were filling a little bit with water itself as Jughead held you in close. 

“It wasn’t that bad Juggs, it was just quick. She just pushed me around a bit. Really I’m fine now. It’s just a….” His hands moved to your face, his sharp eyes looking back into yours. 

“Look. If you don’t want to do something about this right now I understand. But you need to tell me when this happens. Even if you think it’s nothing”. You looked back to your feet feeling ashamed. You nodded. 

“Promise me?”, his words were crackling with his voice a bit. 

“I promise you Jughead”, your eyes met his again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, he grabbed your hand leading you to the bed to sit down. He was looking at your arm again, closer.

“Yeah. I am. It just needs to heal a bit”. You jumped a little while Jughead was now slightly rubbing your arm. 

“Sorry”, his focus was on your arm. 

“I’m okay really. It wasn’t a big thing…”, you were trying to reassure him again but failing. 

“A “thing” is big enough for me”, his face once again stern. 

You felt ashamed again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you”, your tried to focus your eyes elsewhere. He gently grasped the side of your face to look back at his. 

“You know I’m not mad at you right? It’s not your fault”. 

“Well if I had just….” He once again stopped you from justifying it. This time grasping your shoulder a little while his hand rubbed it back and forth. You smiled. You gave a deep breath. “I know your not mad at me Juggs. I just feel awful not telling you. I really almost did a hundred times that night. I just thought I could get through it by myself”. 

“You don’t need to get through it by yourself. You have me, okay?” You nodded again while he brought you in for a hug, he was careful to not touch the middle of your back.

“When do you have to be back?” 

“Around 6”, you looked at the clock and it wasn’t even 4:30 yet. 

“Okay, well. Lay here with me and take a little nap then?”, he motioned his eyes to the bed. 

“Okay”, he laid back and you laid on top of him with your stomach. He was holding you gently while rubbing your hip, your shirt still off. 

He reached his phone out of his pocket and put an alarm on, then set it on the side table. His focus back on you. “I love you you know”. He went back to gently rubbing your arm. 

“I love you with everything”, your eyes looked up to his and you kissed him. You went back to holding his chest while falling asleep in his arms.

I'm sorry babe!

Shawn is running after the ball once again,he arrived at your little hometown yesterday,while you have been here for almost a week already.

“That’s not fair uncle Shawn!” You laugh at your nephews face when he cross his arms on his chest.

“Just because I’m taller then you?” Shawn gasp, pretending he is hurt by his words.

“No,because you are better than me. So I’m gonna lose every time I play with you! I’m tired of losing!” He complains putting his hands up and leaving the soccer field.

“You gonna be better than me bud,just wait until you grow up. Who knows,maybe one day you will be playing on Barcelona!” Shawn take the ball and throw it to your nephew back again.

“That would be really nice! Maybe I’ll have the help from Neymar,like he’s having from Messi!”

“That would be awesome!” The little one gets excited and runs until the house,screaming his dad,leaving the soccer ball behind him,on the field.

“Now I know why he likes you better than me!” You say,making Shawn laugh.

“Maybe because I’m a better uncle than you’re an aunt.” He jokes getting closer to the bench you’re on.

“Bitch please, I’m much better than you are!” You joke back,trowing your hair through your shoulders,he laughs at it,and begin to sit by your side. When he is about to put his arm over your shoulder, you run from it.

“What?” He asks confused.

“You’re all sweaty! You know I hate that!” You complain making that ‘ew’ face and you see him smirking. “Shawn,don’t you dare do that!” He keeps smiling at you and you keep getting scared. “Shawn Peter-” he’s hands starts to reach to you,so you just get up and run,hearing his laughs at the back ground.

You run laughing and listening to Shawn’s footsteps and laughs,but you look at him and unexpectedly,you trip over the ball,falling to the ground and hurting your ankle.

“Shit Y/n!! Are you okay babe? Where is hurting? Can you stand up?” He kneels down to talk to you and hold you,trying to help you get up.
“My ankle, i think I need put some ice in it.”
“I’m so sorry babe,come here,I’ll hold you.” His arms hold you,and you smile at this,he takes you inside the house and lay you on the sofa.

“What happened?” You mom enters the room and see your ankle red.
“I trip on the soccer ball!” You make a fun face and she laugh at you.
“I will get some ice and then me and Shawn are going to take you to the hospital to look at that.” She leaves the room and you look at Shawn,who have a sorry look on his face.
“I’m okay Shawn! If it wasn’t the ball on the way,would be on the stair or somewhere else. I never leave this house without an injury.” He laughs at you.
“I’m sorry,I shouldn’t run after you,specially knowing you’re so clumsy.”
“Grandma told you are going to the hospital auntie y/n. Are you sick?”
“Nah,I was just trying to learn with Shawn how to play soccer and tripped over the ball.” You nephew giggle
“That’s why I don’t let you play with me,you always get hurt!”
“Well,let’s say she is not like Neymar!” Shawn say making you slap him.
“Just wait my ankle get better and will beat you two,together!” Both boys laugh and all you can think is how Shawn is amazing with kids.

Timid Beginnings (Kim Taehyung)

Originally posted by maidxsama


Summary: Hi! I saw your post about having writer’s block so here’s my request: can I have a Taehyung imagine where you’re worried because you haven’t been in a relationship or let alone kissed any one and you’re afraid you’ll never find love? Then he confesses? Thanks!

Word Count: 1,380

Genre: Fluff, one shot


Hope you like this anon! I actually used a real cafe and the weather report for Daegu today lol. Thank you for requesting and enjoy! <3

You tapped away on your computer as you finished the last sentence on your essay, closing your computer and releasing your tense limbs onto the cushions of your bed. There are just a few more weeks of school, You told yourself as you took a few deep breaths. All of a sudden your phone rings from your desk on the other side of the room, the buzzing and vibrating of your phone creating a hollow noise against the hard surface. You ignored a few more rings before finally getting up to answer what must have been the fifth or sixth call.


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anonymous asked:

I feel like Monty deepdown lowkey wants love but he just puts up a front because all his friends act a certain way towards women so he follows along. Until he meets you and you sort of put him in his place and he apologizes to you which is the start of a beautiful friendship which blossoms into a love hes never seen or experienced (((': he'd get lost a long the way since hes never seen a true example of love

*there’s a read more because I went a little crazy on this one*

Monty definitely takes his cues from his friends, which is a damn shame because Bryce and Justin are clearly the biggest influence even when there’s genuine people around like Jeff, but their personalities drown out his.

I love the idea of Monty sauntering up to some girl at school and being like, “Hey, baby, wanna little Cruz control?” (because obviously Monty is going to make some stupid pickup line out of his own god damn name) And she just stands there, furrowing her brow and blinking at him until he gets a little flustered because most girls at least blush when he talks to them.

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Hiding from the pain (Montgomery De La Cruz/ reader) Part 2

Hey guys, this is part 2 of this series hopefully you like it. 

Zach face shocked as you expected 

Y/n: Zach I don’t know what to do I didn’t expect for us to kiss. 

Zach grabs my arm and leads me to a area of Jessica’s backyard where no one can hear us. 

Zach: Wait what happened?

I explain everything to Zach just in time when Jeff heads our way.

Jeff: Guys why are you here? We need help to put the things together for Jessica’s party let’s go. 

The three of us head back inside. Jeff in front of Zach and me. Looking at Zach with a disappointing face and Zach still having the shock face he had earlier. 

Sheri: Ok Zach can you help me with putting these lights here pointing to the dining room. 

Zach: Sure whispering to me. We are not done talking about this Y/n.

Y/n: Don’t worry I’ll look for you during the party. 

While Zach was helping Sheri I got some liquid courage and helped Jeff put chips in the chips bowl. Long after the party started and everyone from Liberty High attended. You walked around saying hi to many people and looking around for Zach to finish your conversation. You couldn’t find him so you decided you needed more alcohol. 

You saw Monty with Tiffany in the sofa. Tiffany sitting in Monty’s legs with her arm in his shoulder laughing at some pointless things. You didn’t notice Jeff heading your way. 

Jeff: Don’t get jealous he’ll be breaking up with her soon. 

Y/n: I’m not jealous anyways I don’t like him. Remember what he did to me?

Looking at Jeff with a mad face

Jeff: You don’t fool me, neither does he.

Jeff gives me a smirk and leaves. I thought about Jeff’s comment about Monty not fooling Jeff. What would he mean by that? He’s been hooking up with everyone since we broke up. He obviously was over me right? 

Looking at Monty and Tiffany, Monty seemed like he had enough. He picked up Tiffany and put her on the side of the sofa. He got up and started to scream at her. 

 Monty: I’m so done with you!

Tiffany: You aren’t done with me! No one is haven’t you noticed who you are dating? 

Tiffany with her arms crossed and looking at Monty as if he was the one who did the mistake. 

Monty: You’re annoying me we’re done. 

Monty storms off my direction looks at me in the kitchen and leaves to go outside. Tiffany leaves the party and I just stand there frozen. I decide to get another drink not realizing I had finished my drink while Monty and Tiffany were fighting. I get my drink and look for Zach. 

Sheri is sitting in the dining table and looking in her phone. I go up to her. 

Y/n: Sheri, why are you here? You should be out having fun not here alone. 

Sheri: I know I just I’m not sure why I’m not feeling the party mood. 

Y/n: Well I’ll drink for the both of us if you start to dance or play beer pong?

Sheri: Deal, but don’t get to drunk. Remember I have to take you home.

Y/n: Yeah sure 

Already slurring my sentences. 

Y/n: Have you seen Zach? I’ve been looking for him 

Sheri: He’s in the living room from the last time I saw him. 

Y/n: Thanks 

Y/n hugs Sheri and leaves to find Zach and finish the conversation they had earlier. She finds Zach talking to Troy and heads their way. 

Y/n: Hey guys, umm Zach I need to talk to you. Troy would you be a dear and let me have Zach for a few? 

Troy smirked 

Troy: Sure, I’ll talk to you later Zach and Y/n you look beautiful tonight. 

You blushed as Troy left. You and Troy had the same friendship as Zach, but it was more flirtatious. 

Zach: Let’s go upstairs I need to tell you about my mystery girl too. 

Zach grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. We go into Jessica’s room and Zach sits in her desk and I sit in the bed. The bed felt so comfortable after drinking a few drinks. 

Zach: Ok, so Monty and you kissed. How was it? Do you still have feelings for him? Are you going to go out with him again? 

Y/n: I don’t know honestly I haven’t stopped loving him. I still love him, but I can’t let him know. He’s done so much to me I can’t let him back in. 

Zach looked nervous 

Zach: You know he did cheat on you, but he was pushed to he didn’t do it on purpose. 

I was laying in Jessica’s bed it was so comfortable. What Zach was saying sounded blurry and I had my eyes open for him to talk, but everything else in my body was already sleeping. Then I decided to hear him what he was saying while I closed my eyes. 

Zach: Well that goes that conversation 

He chuckles

Zach: I was going to tell you who the mystery girl is. It’s Sheri I’ve been in love with her since 9th grade. I went out with Claire (ex girlfriend) because I couldn’t get over Sheri. I was nervous she would reject me. She was the mystery girl since 9th grade. When Claire and I broke up I was devastated. I was in love with the idea of Claire, but I wasn’t in love with her. It took me time to realize that. I want to talk to Sheri, but I’m scared she’ll reject me. 

Gasp in your mind you couldn’t let Zach hear you thinking you were asleep. Zach is in love with Sheri? You couldn’t believe it, but you liked the idea of them always have.You knew you had to help Zach with Sheri, but only after tonight you felt sick to your stomach you felt like you needed to go to the bathroom. 

Sheri walks in the room how convenient. 

Sheri: Y/n you’re drunk? 

Sheri starts laughing and so does Zach 

Zach: Yeah she knocked out mid conversation with me. She won’t remember what I told her anyways. 

I thought to myself haha you thought. They are both here what better thing to do than make myself look sicker than I am and make Sheri and Zach help me. 

Sheri touched Zach’s arm and said thanks for helping Y/n drunk. 

Zach blushed and said you’re welcome. 

I decided to head to the bathroom and as I was getting up I fell not realizing how much I actually had to drink. Sheri and Zach helped me to get up and head to the bathroom to the toilet. I wanted to help them to talk well now it’s a good idea I got drunk. They helped me get to the bathroom and Sheri sat in the floor with me and helped me with my nausea. 

Zach: You need any extra help Sheri?

Sheri seemed different in the good kind

Sheri: Umm can you help me right now with getting her to the car. I don’t think Y/n parents are awake so hopefully it’ll be easier to get her inside her house on my own. 

Zach: Sure thing

I wanted to tell Sheri Zach loves her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let Sheri know or Zach know that I was faking and hearing the whole conversation. 

I was done and washed my mouth. Sheri helped me go downstairs and head to her car. Monty was by the door looking at my direction he seemed sad. He was heading my way, but stopped the minute he saw Zach help Sheri and me. They helped me to Sheri’s car and I fell asleep. 

We got to my house and all the lights were off. 

Sheri: Y/n she said whispering wake up we’re here. 

Y/n: Ugh Sheri go to sleep!

Sheri starts laughing 

Sheri: Come on I don’t think you’re parents are home.

Sheri helps me to walk and opens the door to my house. She lays me in the tv room and I get my phone to see if I got any messages. 

Montlame de la Cruz text: Can we please talk Y/n? I miss you. 

I stare at the text and show it to Sheri. 

Sheri looked at me and said well answer the boy what are you going to say?

Y/n: Sure come to my house. My parents aren’t home and I think they won’t come. 

I showed it to Sheri and asked her to sleepover. My parents weren’t home after all. They also sent me a text. 

Mom: You’re dad and I headed to Aspen for the week. Don’t worry Clay’s parents know and they’ll check on you. 

You’re parents and Clay’s are good friends just as Zach’s and Jeff’s. Your parents always did random trips out of nowhere since you were in 8th grade. 

Sheri: Sure 

We headed upstairs and turned on the tv. 

Hey guys so this part was longer hopefully you enjoy it. I will be adding more to this story. it was more of Zach and Sheri story, but I’m thinking of what to do with Monty and the reader like why the rumors started and all that. You’ll be getting more parts of Monty and the reader next part. Hope you enjoyed it message me if you want any imagines. 

Be My Valentine Part 1 -- All I Want!verse

@tinuviel-undomiel said: All I Want for Christmas: Belle buys some sexy Valentine’s Day lingerie for Gold, but it’s Neal who walks into the door first.

 So did I promise y’all a followup for All I Want For Christmas Is You or what? I am still taking prompts and I’ll be filling them through Tuesday. Happy Fluffapalooza/Valentines Day!!

Neal was doing his level best with Emma and Henry. It was Valentine’s day, which was awkward as hell because he and Emma weren’t actually together. He’d hitched a ride up with Belle because she apparently had some plans with his father that Neal had no desire to know anything at all about. what was going on, but he hadn’t quite figured out the custody thing yet (he was pretty sure at this point that he was going to need to move closer) and he just wanted to see his son whenever possible.

So, he wasn’t entirely sure what he was feeling while he walked around with Henry chatting about work and school and what he’d been up to since they’d parted at new years. It was nice and wholesome in a way he hadn’t expected it to be. Half of him wanted to get Emma a flower or something, but the other half of him was terrified she had plans with somebody. He hadn’t actually asked, and worse yet he knew that she knew his last romantic endeavor was a fake proposal with a girl who was currently dating his father. Or at least Neal really hoped it was dating, because he hadn’t actually seen them around town yet.

“Hey Dad?” Henry said after a little while. “Is my grandpa really Mr. Gold?”


“Oh. So did you grow up in that big house on the hill?”

“For part of my childhood,” Neal replied. “My parents split up when I was about your age so I spent part of the time here and part of the time in Florida with my mom.”

“Am I gonna meet your mom?”

“Probably at some point. She doesn’t like the weather up here, but maybe in the summer we can take a trip down to see her and go to Disney or something.”

“I’ve never been to Disney.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you’re gonna have a lot of fun.”

Henry seemed content with that, and Neal was pretty proud of the idea. His mother and father seemed to have some sort of agreement that she’d never come north of Baltimore and his dad never went south of Philadelphia, and the space in between was some kind of no man’s land because if they ever got into the same state by accident the timeline would collapse in on itself or something. It had made for a really interesting adolescence, and he wasn’t really sure that his mother had ever forgiven him for going to college in New England.

Neal hadn’t made any real plans for the day. It had been a last minute thing on his part, although it was an awesome idea. He found his feet leading him back towards his dad’s house and he suddenly had a moment of inspiration. There was a lot of crap from his childhood in his old room, and he was sure there was at least a football around there someplace and that was definitely something fathers and sons were supposed to do together and if he was really lucky he should be able to find his old yearbooks and maybe an old gift from Emma he could give to Henry. It was early enough that his dad shouldn’t be home yet anyway, so he felt pretty good about leading Henry to the Victorian house and up onto the porch.

The door was locked, but Neal had a key and he let himself in and looked around cautiously before letting Henry in after him. There was no sign of either Belle or his father, and all he had to do was sneak upstairs quickly and get back out and they’d be fine. He was halfway to the stairs when he heard footsteps above him.

“You’re home early,” Belle said in a giggly, teasing voice and Neal didn’t have time to correct her mistake before suddenly she was at the top of the staircase wearing…things. There was a satin robe, but it was hanging open and exposing a red bra and panty set with matching garter and stockings and he didn’t even get as far as seeing her heels before her eyes went wide and she pulled the robe tight across her chest. “God dammit, Neal!” she shrieked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Which was the precise moment Neal caught up with the fact that his son was right there and clamped his hand over Henry’s eyes even though the proverbial show was over.

“I wanted to get something for Henry from my room!” he shouted back, because what the hell else could he do but feign the moral high ground?

“It’s Valentine’s day!

“Yeah, I noticed.”

She made a noise somewhere between a scream and a growl and vanished back behind the banister and Neal was completely sure he had no desire to go upstairs ever again, but before he could retreat his father was at the front door with a bouquet of roses and a bag that Neal was praying just had candy or jewelry and nothing from the drugstore and things were somehow even worse with him than they had been with Belle.

“Hello Neal, Henry,” he dad said, obviously trying to make believe that this was completely normal and not at all awkward. “It’s…nice to see you.”

“Henry and I were just leaving,” Neal said before this could get any worse. “Bye, Belle!” he called upstairs before rushing out the door and into the street as fast as Henry could go.

Neal was still pretty new at this parenting thing, and as a result he was still busily trying to repress this memory on the sidewalk when Henry finally spoke.

“Hey Dad? Who was that?”

Crap. He was way too new at parenting to have this talk with his son.

“With my luck?” he said at last. “That’s probably going to be your new grandma.”

“Oh,” Henry replied thoughtfully. “My other grandma doesn’t dress like that.”

“Yeah, neither did either of mine.”

Neal was definitely never, ever hitching a ride with Belle ever again.

Essays in Existentialism: Kids III

I love love love the kids au - a house filled with children and ever growing?! Yes. Would you consider expanding it? How do the family cope when lexa is hurt on the job? Does Dylan settle?

Previously on Kids

7:33 AM

“Mmm, Officer,” Clarke giggled and hummed as lips moved along her neck. “We don’t have much time.” 

“I’ll be quick.” 

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Meeting Grayson Dolan (part 1)

Hello, so this is my first story thing lmao- it’s probably not that good but I tried. I hope you guys like it though! And requests are open :)
Warnings: None (yet lol)

You’ve wanted to take a trip to Los Angles ever since you and your mom moved to California almost a year ago. You haven’t had time because you had to unpack and settle into your new house before traveling.
You’ve mentioned taking trips to your mom and she surprised you by planning a week long trip to L.A.

“Y/n! Start getting your stuff together honey! We need to leave soon!” Your mom yelled up the staircase towards your room.

“Okay. I just need to get changed. And don’t worry, I have my outfit picked out I just need to put it on.” You replied as you walked over to your bed. You threw on dark wash jean shorts, a black tank top with a black and red flannel. You put on a pair of old converse and threw your hair up into a messy bun. You then grabbed your suitcase and check quickly to see if you forgot anything which you did. You picked up your sunglasses and put them on top of your head then headed downstairs.

Once you got in the car you and your mom started talking about what you wanted to do while you were there. You obviously wanted to see the Hollywood walk of fame, go shopping at the grove, and you definitely wanted to go to the beach.

You got to the hotel a decided where to go first. You really wanted to go shopping so your mom got directions to the grove and you headed out.
You got to the grove and went into a few stores before you and your mom decided it was time to get food. Your mom was going to get a snack for later when you said you’d wait outside the restaurant. Just as you walked out a tall guy bumped into you and spilled your drink all over you.

You gasped loudly at the unexpected contact.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!!” He exclaimed.
“It’s uh. It’s okay. No worries.” You said looked down at your clothes. Looking up, you noticed him staring at you in a concerned way.
“I’m fine. Seriously.” You said noticing how attractive he is.
“Well let me at least buy you another drink.” He said opening the door to the restaurant you were in before.

“You don’t have to do that.” You replied.
“I know. I want to though.” He said smiling.
You let out an airy laugh then walked through the door to see your mom coming towards you and the guy.
“Hey, y/n. What’s going on?” Your mom asked referring to the stranger standing next to you.
“Oh mom. This is…” you looked over realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Grayson- Grayson Dolan.” He held his hand out to shake your moms hand. “I accidentally bumped into your daughter and spilt her drink on her. So I’m getting her another one- if that’s okay with you.” He said quickly.

Your mom smiled at you then replied, “of course that’s okay. Just text me when your done honey.” She said to you then left the restaurant.
“So your name is y/n?” He asked as the waitress brought us to a small table.

“Yeah. And wait. You said your name is Grayson Dolan? As in one of the twins on vine and YouTube?” You realized.

“Yup. That’s me.” He said.

“Some of my friends watch your videos but I’ve never gotten around to it. I bet your funny though.” You said smiling.

The waitress took your drink orders then left to get them.

He laughed then asked, “So are you from around here?”

“No. I’m actually not. I’m from Connecticut. But my mom and I moved here to California almost a year ago.” You responded.

“Oh that’s cool. I’m not from here either.” He said.

“Right. Aren’t you from Maryland or something?” You wondered.

“Um no, close though,” he said laughing. “I’m from New Jersey.”

“Ohhhhhh. I totally knew that.” You said returning the laugh.

“But it’s okay that you didn’t know that because now we both get to learn about each other.” He said looking at you smiling.

The waitress brought your drinks to your table. You thanked her then asked Grayson, “So you want to learn more about me?”

“Um, yeah. I do. You seem pretty cool.” He said looking down.

“Well look. I have to run. But I’ll give you my number and we can chat or hang out if you want.” You said confidently.

“That would be awesome.” He said while giving you his phone.

You put your number in his phone and he said he’d call you so you have his number as well.
You said goodbye and thanked him. When you were walking out you realized you never cleaned yourself up after the soda incident because you and Grayson were talking so much. You texted your mom that you were going to the bathroom to get clean and she said she’d meet you there. As you looked in the mirror you thought of what just happened with Grayson and couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey honey. Did you have fun? That boy was pretty cute huh?!” Your mom said smiling.
“Mommm…. but yes and yes.” You replied. That was the last time you talked about him that day but you thought about him very often.

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Hurts So Good (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 8~

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I held onto Scott’s torso as he pushed on his bike gear to speed faster, attempting to catch up to the sheriff’s car. My eyes narrowed behind the helmet as the memories from the night before began to replay in my head.

“He has a sort of hold on you,” Deaton began explaining as he and Scott helped me sit up. “He’s using you as his puppet or even as a shield to his host.” I kept my eyes on Stiles as he laid there almost helplessly.

“Why?” I asked softly before lifting my gaze up to the emissary.

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HK x Zombie ep #06

After 2 hours running a bike, we arrived home.

Kaito [ Hey look! I can’t believe! It’s look like nothing happened here.]

Koji [ well]

Kaito [ The door is open….]

Koji [ Let’s check around]

Kaito [It’s a message from my mom…

“From that day you went for a trip, this world has broken. If you are still alive and return to this house, I wrote a message, thinking that you would read this letter. I was bitten, your father ’s friend is at the government’ s protection center. they should have cure solution. We will move there……  For your safety ,do not look for us anymore, please escape to a safe place somewhere and hide.”

Koji [ I guess they are still alive.]

Kaito [ I hope so]

Koji [The window is blocked and I think that it is safe here after closing the door.  We can stay at here for a while]

Koji[Are you legs okay? Does it hurt?]

Kaito [ I feel better now, thank you]

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I Want To Write You A Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 16)

Part 15

You and Harry had packed up the car again and were about to head to breakfast before going to Anne’s house. You were standing outside holding your arms close to you. Yes, you had a jacket on, but it was just a light jacket that was not keeping you warm at all. 

“Could you hurry up, I’m freezing!” You groaned. 

“It’s not that bad,” Harry said peeking his head around the side of the car.

“Easy for you to say. You have a huge coat on, while I might as well have nothing,” you mumbled. 

“Hey, I told you to pack a coat,” he said. 

“In case you forgot, I’ve lived in LA for the last 7 years, where I’ve never needed more than a light jacket. So, I don’t exactly have one for this crazy weather,” you defended. 

He laughed. “Go up to my closet and pick one of mine out for you to wear until we can purchase you a proper coat,” he said. 

“Ugh, fine,” you said turning around and going back inside the house. 

You went to his closet and tried to find one that wouldn’t fit too big on you, but with your height compared to his, it was gonna be a challenge. You just randomly grabbed one and put it on before heading back outside. 

Harry smirked over at you and you rolled your eyes. “Shouldn’t we be going?” 

“Yep,” he said shutting the trunk closed. “We can stop and get some breakfast and then go,” he said. 

You nodded. “As long as I get warm soon, I’ll be fine,” you mumbled. 

Harry laughed walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm tonight,” he smirked. 

“Ew, no. We’re not doing that in your mother’s house,” you said. 

“Aw, come on. She won’t care and we’ll be quiet,” he said. 

“I care and we both know we’re not exactly quiet,” you pointed out. 

“True, but there’s always a first time for everything,” he smirked. 

“Nope, not gonna happen,” you said. 

“Ugh, fine. You say that now, but we’ll when the time comes,” he said kissing your head and getting into the car. 

You shook your head getting into the passenger’s side and Harry pulled out of his driveway. 


After stopping to get some coffee and bagels, the two of you were on your way to his hometown. You had taken over the job for the road trip playlist and Harry smirked when one of his many favorite songs started playing through the speakers. 

“You know this is our first trip together?” You said. 

“The first of many,” he smiled grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together. 

“I can’t wait,” you smiled. “I know during most of this trip, we’ll be seeing your family and then once we’re back in London you’ll have some work to do, but will we get to have some alone time together? I really want to see your hometown where you grew up and then maybe go sightseeing in London since I’ve never been, but if you don’t have time, I understand,” you said quietly. 

“Hey, don’t worry about that. Of course, I’m going to make time for my girl,” he smiled. “This trip is just about work for me, it’s about us getting away from LA for a bit and everything. If you want to make a list of everything you want to do, I’ll make sure we’ll do it. Although, I think buying you a proper jacket and winter wardrobe should be at the top of the list,” he joked. 

You stuck your tongue out at him. “It’s not my fault! I don’t buy what I don’t need and I don’t need winter clothes to keep me warm in LA,” you said. 

“Well, that’s gonna change, love, because being with me, we’ll be coming back here quite a bit and you’re gonna need to stay warm. I can’t have you catching a cold,” he said kissing your hand. 

“Anyway, so is your sister coming to your Mom’s house too or we are we just going to meet up with her in London?” You asked. 

“She and her boyfriend are making the trip up,” he said. “Mum wanted all of us together to celebrate my upcoming announcement.” 

You nodded. “Have you already met her boyfriend?” 

He nodded. “I have, he’s nice and I’m glad that he makes her happy,” he smiled. 

“Has your mom met him too?” You asked. 

“Yeah, they’ve been together for a while, so he’s met everyone in our family already,” he said. 

“Ah,” you said looking out the window. “So, all eyes are going to be on me then?” 

“Hey, it’s not going to be like that. They’re not going to set you down in the living room and ask you twenty questions. My Mum isn’t like that. As soon as we get there, she’s going to run out the door and come over to hug me like she hasn’t seen me in years and then she pull away and want me to introduce you to her. Then after that, we’ll go inside and she’ll have lunch all prepared and we sit around and chat,” he smiled. 

“About me.” you sighed dramatically. 

He laughed. “How else are they going to get to know you? I mean I can only tell them so much,” he smiled. 

“You’ve better only said good things,” you said. 

“As if there was anything bad to say,” he said looking over at you. 

“I think we both know that there is,” you mumbled. 

“Just because your family is the way they are, doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you,” he said. 

“It’s hard to believe that when I’m the only one in the family that my family dislikes,” you sighed. 

“They’ll come around eventually and when they do they’re gonna realize how big of a mistake they’ve made all these years,” he said. “And speaking of, have you thought about when you want to get into the studio to start working on your album?” 

“No, I haven’t really thought about it,” you admitted. “I was going to reach out to Ed and see if he would like to help me out with it and I was always wondering if you would like to as well,” you smiled. 

“Really?” he said looking over at you. “You want me to work with you on the album?” 

You blushed. “Yeah, I do, but I understand if you don’t want too. I know you just finished working on your own and it’s gonna be released soon, so you’ll be busy with promoting it and everything. Nevermind, don’t worry about it,” you said quickly. 

“No, baby, I do want to work with you,” he smiled. “I would love to work with you and help with it, I’m just a little surprised that you wanted me too.” 

“Why?” You asked. “Why are you surprised?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t, I thought maybe since I was your boyfriend, you wouldn’t want to mix that with your career.” 

“I think that’s a little late seeing as how we’ve already written a song together,” you laughed. 

“I know, but that was technically before we got together,” he pointed out. 

“It’s what got us together,” you smiled. 

“True,” he smiled. “I honestly think that will always be my favorite song.” 

You laughed. “You’re so cheesy.” 

“But you love me for it,” he smirked. 

“That I do,” you smiled. 


It wasn’t long before Harry pulled into the driveway at his Mom’s house. The butterflies in your stomach. Harry smiled looking over at you. 

“Ready, baby?” He asked. 

You leaned over to kiss him quickly. “Yep.” 

He smiled and the two of you got out of the car. Just like Harry had said before, Anne came running out, however, she didn’t run over to Harry first, but to you. 

“Y/N!” She smiled hugging you tightly. “It’s so great to finally meet you.” 

Harry gasped. “Mum! While I’m glad you’re happy to meet my girlfriend, I can’t believe you just bypassed me.” 

“Oh, shush,” she said. “I see you all the time, but this is the first time I’m getting to meet Y/N. Come inside, I have lunch all made and then we can chat after.” 

“Don’t mind me. I’ll just be getting the bags of the car. By myself, while everyone is inside eating without me,” he said dramatically. 

“Stop being so dramatic. You can come and eat some lunch too and then come back out to the get the bags,” she smirked. 

You laughed as the pout on his face as you went inside with Anne. You washed up a bit before joining everyone at the table. There were sandwiches and drinks laid out and Harry sat in the chair next to you. 

“How was the drive?” Robin asked. 

“It went well,” Harry smiled. “We talked and had music playing, so it made the time go by fast.” 

“This is your first time to the UK right?” Anne asked. “What do you  think about it so far?” 

“It’s freezing,” you laughed. “I’m not used to the cold, hence why I was wearing Harry’s coat earlier, but other than that, I really like what I’ve seen so far.” 

“That’s great, especially since you’ll be coming back more and more now that you and Harry are together,” she smiled. 

“Yeah, that’s why he’s forcing me to get some winter clothes,” you giggled. 

“Maybe tomorrow we can go on a shopping date with Gemma,” Anne suggested. “We could have a girl’s day out.” 

“I’d like that,” you smiled. 

“I have a feeling my Mum and sister are going to want to spend more time with you than me,” Harry whispered to you with a pout. 

“Aww, I’m sure you’ll live,” you smirked patting his cheek. 

He groaned and you kissed his cheek. 

After lunch, Anne brought you over to the living room, while Harry got the bags. 

“I can’t wait to show you all of these,” she smiled bringing out old photos. 

“Aww, baby pictures?” You asked. 

“Yes!” she smiled sitting down next to you. 

She opened the photo book and you smiled when you saw the first picture. “He was such a cute baby,” you giggled. “And tiny too.” 

“I know, it seems like ages ago since then,” she smiled. 

“AWW MUM!” Harry groaned. “Already with the baby pictures?” 

“What?” She asked him. 

“You were so cute,” you giggled. “What happened?” 

“I grew up into one sexy ass of a man,” he smirked. 

“Harry!” Anne said. 

“I’m joking,” he laughed sitting next to you. 

“Yeah, you got that right,” you joked. 

“Hey!” Harry said offended. 

“You’re going to fit in around here Y/N,” Robin smirked. 

You giggled looking over at Harry, who had his arms crossed and pout on his face. He stuck his tongue out at you and you laughed. 

“Stop being like that, and look at the pictures with us,” you smiled tugging on his arm. 

“Ugh fine,” he said sitting up. He put his head on your shoulder and looked at the pictures with you and Anne. 

You all spent the rest of the afternoon looking at different pictures and hearing stories about Harry while having some tea. Harry smiled as he watched you and his mom laughing and getting along. He kissed your head and wrapped his arm around you as he continued to watch the two of you.


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“Woah Lydia what’re you doing in here?” Stiles yelped as he turned and jumped, finding the redhead searching through the room.


“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Lydia asked with her arms crossed and an oblivious eye to the Lacrosse team who were all gawking at her.


“No… not since Danny and Jackson left.” Stiles shrugged.

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Prom...? (Taehyung/Reader)

Originally posted by ladynwh

Pairings: (Taehyung/Reader)

Prompt: Hey would anyone like to write a prom fic with Taehyung. I just had mine lol, I wore an A-line red dress that was off the shoulder. I even fell over from tripping on it lmao. I just thought a cute prom story would be fun. 

Genre: Prom AU!

Words: 1,900

Tags: Fluff

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You love him, right? *Kian Lawley*

For the holidays, you went in St. Clemente with Kian to spend Christmas with his family since yours doesn’t live in the same country. After the little road trip with Hazel in the backseats of the car, you finally arrive at Kian’s childhood house for the first time.

“I’m so nervous.” You admit to Kian.

“No, you don’t have to be. You already my mom and my dad.” He says as you both get out of the car. You get Hazel out and he takes your bags.

“Yes but there’s going to be your entire family.”

“My mom talked about you and my siblings are as weird as me you really don’t have to worry about them.” He says as he kisses your temple.

Since his mom heard your car coming, she already opened the door and smiling at you.

“Hello guys.”

“Hi mom.” Smiles Kian as he takes her in his arms.

“Hi darling, it’s nice to see you!” She smiles even bigger.

“Hello Mrs.Lawley. I’m happy to see you too.” You relax a bit when she hugs you.

“Come in!”

Once you are inside, you take Hazey out of her leash and Kian goes in his room to put the bags away. His mom takes you to the living room where you get to meet his brother Reo and his sister Tab. His other brother and sister aren’t here yet. Even if it’s the first time you meet them, they are all really nice to you. You were already laughing about something Tab said when you felt hands on your waist. Of course, it had to be Kian. You smile at him and he takes your hand.

“Come with me.” He whispers softly in your ear. You smile bigger and follow him. He takes you to his room and he just lay you down on his bed and goes behind you to spoon you.

“Woaw and I was hoping you’ll show me something special.” You laugh. “No I just want to cuddle. Izzy and Cole aren’t coming until tonight so I want to spend as much time with you as possible before I have to share you with my family.” He says as he kisses your shoulder.

“Well that’s nice.” You say and turn a little to lightly peck his lips before you take your original position. Since you left the door open, Hazel found you and she lays down in front of you. So, you kind of use her as a teddy bear. With Kian’s kisses in your neck and Hazel, you quickly fell asleep.

~Time skip~

You woke up by the sound of Kian’s voice whispering.

“Cole, what the hell are you doing?”

“Just taking a picture mate. You looked cute. It’s not every day that you bring home a beautiful girl.” Cole laughs.

“You sound like mom.” Says Kian as he puts his head back in your neck.

“What’s going on?” You asks, your eyes still close.

“Nothing, just Cole being annoying like he always is. Want to go downstairs?”

You nod and you get up, Hazel following you.

“I was just going to call you. Diner’s ready.” Says Kian’s mom with a sweet smile on her face.

You all sit down on the table as you begin to eat. Kian and you did the dishes since you’re the youngest and after you finish, you played board games which were really fun. At the end of the night, Kian’s siblings went in their room but you both stayed with his mom and dad. Kian put his head on your lap and all watch TV. Your hand went in his hair and you gently smile when you notice his eyes being heavy. 15 minutes after, he was fast asleep and I notice his mom looking at me.

“You love him, right?” She asks sweetly. “A lot.” Is all I can find to say.

“He loves you too. I’ve never see him this happy before and the way he looks at you is just so cute.” She laughs. “I’m glad he found you. You are a nice person.”

“Thank you Mrs.Lawley. It means a lot to me.” I smile as I still play with Kian’s hair.

“Thank YOU. You make my son happy, that’s all I ever wanted. And please, call me Karen.”


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Memories (boyfriend jb)

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“I still can’t believe they are really doing this.” I murmured quietly while looking through the window at the streets of my hometown. “C'mon baby, they had to do it eventually.” Justin took my hand in his and tried his best to make me less sad. “You are their youngest child and you moved away to LA to go to college and now you live with your amazing boyfriend, they don’t have a reason to stay in that big house anymore.”

“I know Justin, but that was my home for 18 years, there are so many memories there, with my siblings and all that, it’s going to be really hard saying goodbye to that house.” My eyes started tearing up again and seeing that Justin squeezed my hand harder letting me know he was there and somehow it felt better.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” I looked at him and wiped a few tears from my face “it really means a lot that I have you here now.” He smiled and kissed my hand while keeping his eyes on the road. “I’m always here for you baby, don’t need to thank me for that.”

Looking at him in that particular moment gave me insight in what love truly is once again. He is the busiest person I have ever met and he didn’t even think twice to cancel all his meetings and studio hours when I told him my parents are selling our house and I need to go home to get my stuff. He offered to go with me and he is willingly going to listen my dads’ nonsense for the entire weekend just because he knows I need him there.

“I love you, you know that?” I asked still not taking my eyes off him. “I know princess, I love you too.”

“Mom? Dad?” I called entering my old home and was immediately overwhelmed with everything around me because every single thing in that house was full of memories I didn’t appreciate before I knew they won’t be there forever. “You two are already here!” My mom walked out of the kitchen with her apron on as per usual. “The lunch isn’t done yet, but it should be ready soon.” She smiled and hugged me then Justin. “How was your trip?” She asked and started walking back to the kitchen with me and Justin following. “It was really good Mrs. Y/L/N, how was your day?” Justin asked as we sat down at the counter on the same chairs me and my siblings were having breakfast every morning when we were kids.

“See Y/N, he asks about my day, when was the last time you asked your mother how is she doing?” I rolled my eyes at her and got up to take a bottle of water from the fridge. “Mom, I literally ask you how you are doing every day when we talk on the phone.” I say and take a cookie out of the jar catching my moms judging look because I will spoil my appetite or something like that. “But Justin asks that like he cares.” “I am like that with his mom, I guess it’s a thing.” I replied and she threw me a smile.

“Y/N!” I hear my dads voice behind me and jump from my chair to get to him as fast as I can. “I missed you sweetheart.” He says while hugging me. “Missed you too, dad.” I move away from him and he and Justin shake hands. “Nice to see you Justin.” “You too sir.” Justin replies nervously and I take his hand into mine knowing it will calm him down. He looks down on me and smiles. “This is going to be a long weekend.” “Tell me about it.”

“I can’t believe this will not be my room anymore.” I said more to myself than to Justin and started opening the drawers on my table and looking through the stuff. “I can’t believe you actually had posters of me on your walls when you were younger.” He chuckled and sat on my bed. “Hey, I left this room a year ago, and if my roommate in LA wasn’t such an asshole” I looked at him and raised my eyebrow “I would still have your posters above my bed.”

“Y/N I have told you a million times that I don’t want to have posters of me in our room. It would just be creepy.” Silently he walked over to me and hugged me tightly. “Also, now you have the real thing, what do you need posters for?” He whispered seductively and kissed my neck. “Eh, I kinda liked you more on posters.” I said quickly and started putting books that I want to keep into one box. “Funny.” Justin replied throwing himself on my bed again. “We all know you love me.” “Never said I didn’t.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I kept this all this time.” I held the item tightly in my hands. “What?” Justin got to me and stared at the Starbucks cup quite confused. “I bought this the first time my parents let me go to the city alone with my friends, so after we saw a movie we went to Starbucks.” I put the cup on the floor and began rummaging through the box again. “The ticket to that movie must be here somewhere.” “Which movie did you watch?” He sat next to me and began taking random stuff and laughing at me for keeping so many unnecessary shit.

“Never say never.” I said proudly and picked up an old, almost ruined movie ticket remembering the day like it was yesterday. “Are you serious?!” Justin started laughing and took the ticket from my hands. “That is so cute baby.” He kissed my cheek. “You were my biggest fan since like forever.” “Yeah, you were so likeable back in the day.” He fake laughed and threw a pillow at me. “Stop being rude.” “I’m just messing around,” I got closer to him and kissed his cheek, “it’s kinda my way of coping with all this.”

“Babe?” I heard Justins voice calling from my room and the sound of him getting up from the bed. “What are you doing here?” He asked while rubbing his eyes as he sat next to me. “I used to spend so much time on this balcony,” I moved closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. “it was kinda my safe place, like I remember coming out here every night I couldn’t sleep and I would just stare at the moon like I’m a freaking werewolf until I felt better.” He laughed and kissed my head while pulling me closer to him because it was pretty cold and he was of course shirtless.

“I know it’s hard to let go of the memories princess, but just look at this as the beginning of a new chapter in a way. You are going to start making new memories in your new home, in a few years with your new family and it’s gonna be great.” He looked down at me and smiled. “And also, you have like the greatest boyfriend in the world who is going to be spoiling you till the rest of your life, so you are good.” He said and kissed my forehead. “I do truly have a great boyfriend.” I kissed him and took his hand in mine. “But he’s gonna freeze if I don’t take him inside right now.” I said and got up pulling him with me.

“Damn, why is it so cold here?” Justin asked while wrapping himself in like three blankets. “Maybe, just maybe it’s because you are walking around shirtless.” I replied after closing the window. “Oh, so you want me to get up and put a shirt on? Okay.” He looked me with a smirk and started getting up. “I didn’t say that!” I legit threw myself onto him so he was on the bed and I was on him. “I guess I’m going to have to warm you up myself.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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Snowed In

My first imagine! I wrote this for a friend - if your crush isn’t Australian and you don’t have a cat this might not be 100% relatable but hopefully you’ll enjoy anyway!

Word count: 4.1k

You check the weather for the tenth time, biting your nails nervously. The forecast just keeps getting worse. A huge snowstorm is headed your way, and your parents aren’t back from their surfing expedition yet. Yup, they decided to spend their weekend at the beach, again. Meanwhile you haven’t moved from your bed for hours, powering through multiple seasons of Teen Wolf. You can almost feel the cobwebs forming. 

You glance out the window. Thick tufts of snow are already falling outside, and it’s starting to get dark, too. Your parents should be home by now. Just as you’re about to check the weather again, your cell phone rings. It’s your parents. You pick up quickly.

“Hi honey, have you seen the weather forecast?” your mom asks.

“Yeah, are you guys gonna be able to get home?”

“Actually, we decided not to take any chances so we’re staying at the hotel one more night. Hope that’s okay…” says your mom anxiously.

You shrug. You’ll have to make your own dinner again, but you have no complaints about having the house to yourself. “Sure, I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t throw any ragers,” your dad jokes. “Oh wait, you’d need friends for that.” You facepalm. Typical. “Bye, dad,” you say, hanging up.

It’s past seven, and you’re craving mac & cheese. You go downstairs and set a pot of water to boil. You’re heading back upstairs to finish your episode when the doorbell rings.

You freeze, automatically wondering if it’s a robber or a serial killer, or something like that. This is always your first thought. You’re scared of everything, hence why you never answer the door when you’re home alone. It’s just too risky!

The doorbell rings again. And again. Must be a pretty determined murderer, especially since he’s standing out there in the snowstorm, which is raging at this point. You can barely see out the window, what with the snow coming down so thick. And the wind is howling like a banshee. Whoever this is, they must be desperate for braving this storm.

You contemplate for a moment longer, but another, more insistent doorbell ring prompts you to face your fears. You unlock the door and slowly open it.

On the step is no serial killer, no robber, no psychopath. It’s your crush. 

You stand frozen for a moment, your mouth agape. He stands frozen too, but probably because it’s literally freezing. Let him in, idiot.

“Hey (c/n),” you say as casually as you can, screaming internally. “What…what are you doing here?”

He avoids eye contact. He seems uncharacteristically awkward, but maybe that’s because he’s standing on the doorstep of a rando girl from school. “I…got kind of stuck in the snowstorm…” he says uncertainly, and you melt at the sound of his sexy Australian accent. “And my phone died, so…great timing, huh?” He chuckles and shivers.

“Okay, come in, idiot. You’ll freeze to death out there.” You stand back and open the door to let him in. He steps in, and snow falls off his Nikes onto the rug. His ankles are bare. He’s wearing shorts. And a t-shirt.

You blink a couple times and look back up at him. “A t-shirt? Are you insane?”

He still won’t look at you, rubbing his arms and looking at his feet. “Yeah, I was running a couple laps at the park. I had no idea there would be a big fucking storm. I started walking home but realized I didn’t want to die, so I went to the nearest house…didn’t know you lived here,” he adds, which you assume really means “I’m not a stalker, I swear.”

You nod in understanding, like this situation is totally normal and you’re not at all freaking out internally. You notice his hair is white from snow, and he’s still shivering like crazy. “Well, I should get you a towel. You should, uh, sit over there…there’s a heating vent in the corner.”

He finally meets your eyes, cracking a small smile. It’s barely noticeable, but for the usually emotionless (c/n), it’s a start. “Thanks,” he says hurriedly.

You run upstairs, mind reeling. As you get him the fluffiest towel you can find, it starts to really sink in. Your crush. Is here. At your house. The guy you’ve been obsessed with for the whole year. All you can really think is “holy fuck.”

You hurry back down and find (c/n) huddled in the corner, pressed against the heating vent. His eyes are closed, and he’s hugging his knees to his chest. He looks adorable. 5'11", cool, and confident but reclusive, he intimidates the hell out of you. Being hot and Australian doesn’t help. But now, curled up and shivering, with his guard down, he looks small and helpless and…so cute. You relish the sight, a little sadistically perhaps, before you go up to him and hand him the towel.

He opens his eyes and takes the towel. “Thanks, (y/n),” he says quietly. He dries off his hair and wipes melted snow off his face. Then he looks down at his shirt, and you notice it’s soaking wet. He glances up at you and quickly back down, before reaching back and yanking his shirt off.

You forget how to breathe for a second. Mental update: your crush is still in your house. And now he is shirtless. You kind of just stare, taking in the six pack, the glistening skin, everything. He dries off with the towel as you watch breathlessly. Then he wraps it around himself, and you exhale.

There’s an awkward silence, and then he asks, “Um, can I use your phone?”

“What? Oh, right, of course.” You reach into your pocket for your phone and hand it to him. He dials a number, and whoever is on the other end picks up after the first ring. “Hi, Mom, it’s me,” he says, and you can tell his mom is gushing worriedly because he says “I’m fine” about fifteen times. “My phone died while I was running laps, and then the storm hit. I went to a friend’s house though.”

You hide a smile when you hear this. Of course he wouldn’t tell his mother he went to a stranger’s house, so “friend” is the logical thing to say. But still, it makes you stupidly happy.

Then he asks, “Can you pick me up?” and you feel a small twinge of disappointment. It’s not like he’d want to stay overnight at the house of this random girl from school he’s barely talked to. But despite all the signs pointing the other way, you’ve always had a small hope that maybe, just maybe, he likes you back. Well, if someone liked you, they probably wouldn’t ask to get picked up from your house. You sigh a little, and tune back into the conversation. He looks worried now.

“You mean you literally can’t leave the house? It can’t be that bad-” he breaks off, looking out the window. The storm is raging on and a foot of snow has already built up. Incredible. It’s like Mother Nature conspired to force your crush into your house. At this point, a car wouldn’t make it out of the driveway, much less drive across town and back.

(C/n) seems to realize this, and he sighs. “Fine. I’ll stay over, and you’ll get me tomorrow, okay? Yeah. Bye. Okay Mom. Bye.” He hangs up, and looks at you reluctantly. “So…I guess I’m stuck here for the night. Sorry…”

You try not to look too happy. “It’s no big deal, really. I have the house to myself so there are plenty of empty rooms.”

He cocks his head questioningly, and you explain, “My parents are at the shore for a little surfing trip…they’re supposed to be home now but they’re stuck too.”

(C/n) smiles a little smile again, and your heart flutters. “Oh, really? I surfed all the time back in Australia.”

You chuckle. “Well, maybe you should give them some lessons, because they suck.”

He laughs a little, but maybe it’s an uncomfortable laugh because you suggested that he meet your parents which was a stupid thing to say to someone you barely know, even as a joke, and now he’s furrowing his eyebrows and you’re scared you fucked everything up, and he says, “What’s that sound?”

You listen. It’s the pot boiling over. “Shit, forgot the mac & cheese!” you mutter, rushing over to the kitchen. The water is obviously ready, so you dump in the macaroni and set a timer.

(C/n) is standing awkwardly in the living room, so you go back to him. “Well, if you’re gonna be staying a while, I might as well get you some dry clothes,” you say, glancing surreptitiously at the towel wrapped around him and the abs peeking out from under it. Reluctant as you are to cover them up with a shirt, he’s your guest now, and you need to control your pervy thoughts anyway!

You run back upstairs and search frantically through your closet for something a six foot guy could wear. You yank out one of your baggy t-shirts and your biggest, comfiest sweatpants. You turn around and almost have a heart attack. He’s standing right there in the doorway.

“Oh hey, didn’t hear you come up,” you say as casually as you can. Sneaky bastard - how was he so quiet? You hold out the clothes. “This was all I could find, let me know if it fits…” You trail off. He’s not paying attention. Instead, he’s looking around your room, taking it all in and probably judging everything like the judgy, intimidating ass he is. God dammit, you care so much about his opinion. Why don’t you ever clean your room?

He looks over at your bed, and of course, your mind immediately goes wild. (C/n). Your bed. What a combination. In reality, he’s probably just shocked at how messy it is. You have got to start making your bed. But your cat likes nestling himself in the folds of the covers. In fact, he’s curled up there now.

(C/n) sits down on your bed, and your heart starts Irish dancing. Then he stretches a hand out cautiously towards your cat, and you remember he has a cat too. You’ve talked about it plenty in class, since it’s practically the one thing you have in common. You remember joking that your cats should meet, and of course regretting the comment forever afterwards.

Now, he slowly rests his fingertips on the cat’s forehead and pets him gently. The cat wakes with a start, and you hope he won’t run away, since he’s never been great at meeting new people. But he sniffs (c/n)’s hand for a moment and then rests his head again, seemingly satisfied. (C/n) smiles slightly and scratches your cat’s ears, and the latter emits a low rumbling purr.

You clap a little. “I’m impressed. He’s not usually this quick to make new friends.”

(C/n) turns and grins at you. “What can I say, everyone loves me.”

You roll your eyes, trying to be cool despite the fact that he’s sitting on your bed and petting your cat and smiling at you and the towel has slipped off his shoulder onto the floor. Meanwhile, he turns his attention back to the cat.

Suddenly you feel like a third wheel. “Okay, um, here are some dry clothes. You can change here if you want, and I’ll go down and finish making my mac & cheese.”

“Change here? In front of him?” He gestures to the cat in fake shock.

“Oh, that cat has seen it all, don’t worry,” you respond, regretting it immediately.

(C/n) raises his eyebrows. “Has he now?” He asks teasingly.

“Just change, please,” you shoot back, your cheeks hot.

Downstairs, the macaroni is sticking to the bottom of the pot. “Fuck.” Idiot. You scrape it up and stir it a little. The timer goes off a second later, so you shrug and pour the pot into a colander, letting the water drain. You prepare the cheese sauce just the way you like it, and pour the pasta into two bowls as (c/n) comes down the stairs.

“Is that for me?” he says, pointing to the extra bowl.

“Nope, they’re both for me,” you say sarcastically. You offer him a bowl. “Hungry?”

His eyes light up. “God yes, I’m starving.” He sits down across from you and reaches for the cheese sauce, but you grab it before he gets there. “Me first.”

“Where are your manners? I’m your guest!” he teases.

“I cooked this delicious meal for you, so I get first say on the cheese. Besides, you’re not my guest, you forced your way in uninvited.”

(C/n) looks as though he’s not sure how to respond. “Oh. Sorry, you’re right.”

“Kidding. I don’t mind. Here, I’m done with the cheese sauce.” You push it towards him, hoping you didn’t make him feel uncomfortable.

He meets your eyes, and he looks serious. “No, really, I’m sorry. You didn’t have to let me in, and you didn’t have to let me sleep over.”

You just look at him. “Yeah, right; what else was I supposed to do, throw you back out into the storm?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, but I do know I owe you big time. Thank you.”

Okay, now you feel awkward. “It’s no problem. Seriously. Eat your food before it gets cold.”

He looks at you for a few seconds, then chuckles. “Okay, Mom.”

You’ve just taken your first delicious bite when suddenly everything goes dark.

“Shit!” you groan. “Seriously?” The power’s gone out. You can just barely see (c/n) across the table, and he looks faintly surprised but otherwise no different from his usual blank self.

“Okay, it’s okay, cause we have candles! Somewhere!” You jump up and run around the kitchen, searching through drawers until you find a couple of tiny candles. They’ll have to do. You bring them to the table with a box of matches, but when you try to light one it won’t work. Maybe because you just suck at lighting matches. Or maybe because your fingers are trembling a little.

(C/n) watches your failed attempts for a moment, hiding a smile. You really hope he can’t tell how nervous you are. Then he reaches over and takes the matchbox from you gently. “Here, let me.” Inevitably, your hands touch, and you have to remind yourself not to faint.

He lights a match with one easy strike and lights the candles. They emit a small halo of orange light. “Well, now we can see…slightly more,” (c/n) remarks, perhaps trying to be positive. That’s not one of his strong suits.

You shrug apologetically. “Sorry, that’s all I could find.” You resume eating your food, cause you don’t want that shit to get cold. You try not to think about how romantic the current setting is. A candlelit dinner with your crush. This only happens in your wildest dreams. You still can’t believe you’re really awake. You try to pinch yourself subtly. Yup, definitely awake. You smile to yourself and shove in another spoonful of mac & cheese.

A few bites in (c/n) seems to realize something, and groans. “Of course, I didn’t think to charge my phone before the power went out. Great.”

You’re not sure what to say to that. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll come back on in a few minutes.”

But it doesn’t. The two of you finish your food and sit there for a minute in awkward silence, as if waiting for the power will bring it back. You notice he’s shivering again. Of course, the heat doesn’t work anymore. No more warm heating vents.

“Okay, let me get some blankets,” you suggest. “It’s getting cold.”

He shrugs. “I’m fine.”

“No, you still look like you’re on the brink of death, and I can hear your teeth chattering. Come and get a blanket, dumbass.”

He follows you upstairs and back into your room. You pull a couple blankets off the end of your bed and give one to him. He’s busy petting the cat again. Your laptop is on your bed, so you sit down and open it up. Thank God, there’s plenty of battery left. Teen Wolf is still open.

(C/n) looks over. “What’s that?”

You try your best to explain the general premise, which is especially hard since you’re five seasons in. You give up, and admit, “I just watch it for the shirtless guys. And Dylan O’Brien.”

(C/n) raises his eyebrows. “Sounds good. Can I watch?”

“You want me to start all the way from the beginning?” you say, feigning annoyance.

“Nah, just start from where you are. If we’re just watching it for the hot guys, then plot doesn’t matter, right?” He grins teasingly.

You laugh. “Right. So don’t ask me questions if you’re confused.” You hit play, and scoot backwards on your bed until your back is resting against the wall. (C/n) joins you, wrapping his blanket around himself, which looks silly and, of course, adorable. He leans in to watch, and you’re extremely aware of how close he is.

After the usual opening teaser, the theme song comes on. (C/n) watches you jam the fuck out, looking mildly amused. As the episode continues, you point out Stiles every time he comes onscreen.

“There he is. That’s Dylan O’Brien. He’s kind of my husband.” You explain this to him matter-of-factly.

“Right. And you’ve met him how many times?” He tilts his head mockingly.

You sigh. “Zero, but it doesn’t matter. We have a connection.”

“I find that hard to-”

“Shut up, you’re missing important dialogue.”

“I thought plot was irrelevant? I’m just waiting for the shirts to come off, and so far, I’m disappointed.” Just as he says that, the scene changes. A shirtless Liam is making out passionately with Hayden.

“Happy?” You tease, poking (c/n).

“Hell yeah, but not as happy as you, I’m sure.”

You smile to yourself. He’s probably right, since Dylan Sprayberry as Liam is one fine piece of meat, and as far as you know, (c/n) isn’t gay. But you couldn’t care less about Liam right now. (C/first/n) fucking (c/last/n) is sitting next to you on your bed, watching a sex scene with you.

The camera catches Liam’s spectacular chest. “You know, as hot as they are, these characters are just utterly unrealistic. High schoolers are not this ripped.” A bicep flexes onscreen, proving your point.

(C/n) raises an eyebrow. “Oh aren’t they?” He turns to you, a sly smile on his face. Your heart starts beating way too fast. “I mean, look at me, I look just like that guy.” He points to Liam, who is pulling off Hayden’s bra.

You laugh nervously. “Okay (c/n), whatever helps you sleep at night.” Does he know how much he’s messing with your emotions? Your face is getting warm.

“Are you denying it?” he says, acting offended. He thrusts an arm out from the blanket and flexes it. “Just check out this bicep, and tell me that runt has more muscle than me.”

Well, it has certainly been a deliciously strange night, but this is something else. Your crush is on your bed, flexing his muscles for you? It just gets better and better.

In a sudden moment of daring, you reach out and touch his upper arm. “Hmm, not bad, but it’s just not quite as impressive as Liam’s incredibly buff arms.” You can’t believe you’re saying this, and you definitely can’t believe (c/n) is letting you feel his biceps. He’s not pulling away, and you look up and he’s smiling slightly, a devious look in his eyes.

“Fine, then. What do you say to these?” For the second time in an hour he pulls his shirt over his head, letting his glorious abs bathe in the light of the computer screen.

You officially forget how to breathe. Your face must be bright red by now, and you hope he can’t tell in the dim lighting. “I-um…” Breathe, bitch, breathe. You’ve seen these before. Earlier today, and also in the stalker picture your friend snagged during a swim meet. But here they are, just inches away from you. You swallow audibly and just stare, your mouth slightly open, like a goddamn fish. (C/n) laughs lightly, watching your reaction.

On your computer, the juicy bit has just ended, and dialogue is starting up again. Without looking away, you hit the spacebar to shut it up. You have a real-life shirtless boy to worry about. Liam is just being distracting at this point.

You slowly stretch your fingers out and brush them against his chest. Rock hard abs, but his skin is smooth and soft. Only an angel could be both at once, so flawlessly and effortlessly. You must be in heaven. You touch his six pack and trace the grooves in between, refusing to blink for fear that you’ll miss even a millisecond of this, or that you’ll open your eyes to find it was all just a dream.

Get a grip. Say something. This is getting weird.

“Uhhh. Mmm. You, uh,” you start. Bad. Do better. “You, uhh, you win,” you get out breathlessly.

(C/n) smiles innocently. “I do? Thank you.” He looks around, noticing the laptop still open to Teen Wolf. “Well, I think I’ve had enough of this,” he remarks casually, shutting the laptop and putting it on the floor.

The sudden darkness catches you off guard. You grope around for the light switch, but your lamp doesn’t turn on. Duh. Power outage. You wait for your eyes to adjust.

They don’t get the chance. A pair of hands is suddenly on your shoulders, pushing you gently down on the bed. (C/n) releases your shoulders, but then takes your arms and pins them down above your head with one hand. The other hand travels down to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up ever so slightly. His cold fingers brush against your belly and you shudder at the sensation. You hear a low chuckle, and it’s coming from right below your ear, his breath tickling your neck. When did his face get so close to yours?

Your brain has slowed as if it’s moving through Jell-O, but you’re starting to process what’s happening. You’re about to open your mouth to say something, you’re not sure what, probably gibberish, when something soft and cool presses against your lips.

Oh, says your brain, as it comes to a very slow realization. Oh. That’s his mouth. Those are his lips. They’re - they’re on your lips.

And now they’re moving, and yours are too. Is this making out? It’s making out. You’re making out. F*CK. It’s even better than in the movies.

You still can’t see a thing, so your other senses are heightened. As if your skin wasn’t already sensitive enough - everywhere he touches you, your nerves go crazy and a jolt of energy races through you.

His fingers have been moving lightly up your belly, which you are very, very aware of even in the haze clouding your mind. They brush against your ribs, and then stop. They move away and tug your shirt back down. You secretly want him to keep going, but you’re glad he didn’t. Or you’re not. It’s confusing. You’re surprised he doesn’t try to go any further. Somehow the cool, confident exterior and uncaring attitude had you thinking he’d be the type to be pushy in bed. But it looks like he’s content with just making out.

After an unclear amount of time that is both wonderfully long and way too short, he gives you a last kiss and pulls away. He settles down beside you, an arm slung over your side protectively. Or possessively. You’re not sure. Either way, he’s on his side, and you’re naturally a side sleeper, and you can feel his chest on your back, rising and falling in sync with yours. This must be what they call spooning. Also way better in real life.

You fall asleep to the sound of his breathing and the feeling of his arms, finally warming up, wrapped around you.