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Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”


When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.


Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

The Nutcracker - Michael Clifford

Originally posted by angelofficals

I really need to get back on track with this. Like ASAP. It’s really bugging me.

There’s one thing Michael would never admit about the holidays. And that was that he loved the Nutcracker. He despised everything about ballet from the stupid slippers to the fluffy tutu’s that were, in his mind, just a waste of fabric…yet, somehow, that boy was infatuated with one of the most classical parts of Christmas. And somehow, this boy ended up at the show every year. He had been going since he was younger, his best friend’s mom taking the two to see the ballerinas since it was her favorite thing in the world, her dream one day to be the lead in the show. It was his Christmas tradition whether he wanted to admit it or not.

When they were twelve, y/n had come running through the fence in their yard, envelope in hand with the casting roster to the show for one of the major production companies in their province, y/n getting a role as a sugar plum fairy, her entire being jumping with joy at the fact she was going to be on the big stage, even just as a sugar plum fairy because, “you can’t get better if you don’t take the roles you’re given.”

This happened for the next year and next year until she was eighteen where she was offered a full time position in the company performing in shows year round, gaining leads in swan lake, Giselle, and Sleeping Beauty, yet still not gaining the one roll she had been striving for since she had started as a dancer, her hope dwindling down with each passing year.

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Jungkook Scenario: Rumor Has It.

Request: Hello! Love the writings! Can you write one where jungkook is a rich ceo and y/n works at his company and jungkook tries to hit on her but she hates him? Thank you very much!

Genre: Fluff / CEO AU.

You were tipping measuredly, doing your work with the intention of minding your own business and not sparing even a glance to your co workers in your section, but even still you could feel their gazes on you, how they were probably preying on what you were wearing, if your skirt was too short or your pants were too tight, if your makeup was well done, if your hair looked right. You knew they were paying attention to every single little detail to later talk about it behind your back. 

You really didn’t want to grab anyone’s attention, you just wanted to do your work, earn your money and go home to your cat, but of course that was too much to ask for.

You had almost a year working for the company, at first you were the assistant of a field reporter so you weren’t that much time at the office, but you had been promoted to do what you had studied for, now you belonged to the editorial team of the magazine. You were happy with that since you were doing what you wanted to do, and you had thought your co workers were going to be at least decent, but of course you had been wrong. The four of them were four vultures picking up whatever they could to turn it into shreds, their favorite thing in the past two months was you.

-Good morning Mr. Jeon- you heard the four of them said in a chorus making you stop moving to look from the corner of your eyes at the man standing just out of the editors section, your boss was a handsome man, all sharp edges and broad shoulders covered by his black suit, he nodded at the other four and then his eyes went to you, expectantly he stared down and you weren’t sure if he wanted to say something or if he was waiting for you to do so, what you were sure of was the preying eyes of the four vultures were on you just to catch whatever interaction you might have with your boss at the moment. 

-Good morning- You glanced up for a second as you spoke and then went back to look at the computer. 

-Good morning Y/N- he responded, you felt his eyes on you for a few seconds before he walked away. 

You sighed but you knew you couldn’t be totally relaxed, you thought on what craziness your coworkers might be thinking because of this little interaction. But then everything was Mr. Jeon’s fault. You met him when you were promoted to your current position and since that day he had taken interest in you. You on the other hand didn’t want any trouble at work, so you tried to keep your distance but Jeon had always other plans, as he usually made his secretary look for you soliciting you to be the one giving him the report on the edition process, other times he called you to ask for your opinion on ridiculous matters, or random company issues, and even some times he just tried to blatantly hit on you.

You had to admit that you’d be corresponding him if you were in any other situation because to be honest he was deadly hot. But here in the office it just made your life more difficult as people were starting to think there was something between you, but he didn’t seem to take the hint that you wouldn’t be corresponding him.

-The asshole- you muttered despite yourself, thinking that you should be putting some limits, it didn’t matter if he was the CEO, you had to make your point to him to stop bothering you. 

So you decided it, this time it would be you requesting a meeting with Jeon Jungkook.

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Mine - Brett Talbot.

Requested.| Not my gif.

You and Brett were together for two years now and you couldn’t be any happier. Thanks to Brett you knew all about the supernatural world and tried to help any way possible.

I’ll be there soon babe! – Brett.

You sat on the stairs in front of the school. You always waited for Brett to pick you because you didn’t want to take the bus. Since Brett goes to a different school you had to wait an extra ten minutes.

“Need company?”

You turned your head to see Theo taking a seat next to you. You were confused on why he was here with you. Was he trying to plan something?

“No offense but what are you doing here Theo?” You asked.
“I thought you needed some company, (Y/n). You could use someone to talk to” Theo shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s only ten minutes. I could use the company” You stated.

You and Theo started having random conversations. You didn’t notice that Theo was scooting closer to you and being flirtier each minute. You phone then started to vibrate.

I’m here babe! – Brett.

“Looks like my ride is here. I’ll talk you later, Theo” You stood up.
“(Y/n), wait” Theo grabbed onto your hand.
“What is it?” you raised your eyebrow at him.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out” Theo smiled.

Brett had wondered why you were taking so long so he decided to go looking for you and he didn’t like what he was seeing. Theo had his hand wrapped around your hand. Brett let out a growl causing Theo and you to look his way.

“Step away from her Theo” Brett growled.
“Look, we were just talking” Theo let go of your hand.
“Theo, I think you should go” you stated.

Theo nodded before walking away. Brett began following him but you stepped in front of him, placing your hands on his chest.

“Brett, please stop. It’s not worth it” you stated.
“Let’s go” Brett said calmly.

The car ride was silent and your heartbeat was going crazy. You know that Brett was listening to your heartbeat because he was gripping the steering wheel. Brett drove into the driveway of your house.

“Are you not going to talk to me, Brett?” you turned to face.

He didn’t reply or even look your way. You rolled your eyes before exiting the car and heading inside to your room. Brett was mad at himself because you were only trying to make things right so he headed inside to your room.

“Took you long enough” you sat on top of your bed.
“(Y/n), I’m sorry” Brett apologized.
“Brett, I know Theo was flirting with me but I didn’t care. I have no interest in him” you got off the bed to walk over to Brett.
“I just don’t want anybody taking you away from me” Brett stated.
“No one is going to take me away from you. I promise” you whispered.

Brett leaned down to press his lips against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You wouldn’t want it any other way. Your heart will always belong to Brett.


Silent Treatment (Taehyung)


Word Count:773

Request: a scenario where taehyung and u fight, then you give him the silent treatment and he begs for ur forgiveness but ur a tad stubborn??? fluffy and happy ending tho!

A/n:I really hope you enjoy reading it! I’m really excited to get back to writing, hopefully you really like this!~Joy

You were sitting in the living room, arms crossed as Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, his hands started to rub his temple. “Y/n I’m sorry, but I can’t help what the company says is good for the company.”

“So you’re just going to pretend we aren’t dating? You never once brought me up to your managers when they told you that you would be dating a beautiful model?” You yelled, as you started to pace around the room.

“And get my ass kicked? We promised to keep our relationship a secret so you wouldn’t get murdered by my fans!” Taehyung spat back, you stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him.

“Excuse me? I can’t believe you’re blaming it on me!” You cried, as you started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Taehyung screamed, as you kept walking, as you approached the door of the bedroom you shared you looked back.

“I’m going to bed!” You yelled, as you opened the door, slamming it loudly.

“Come back here! I’m not sleeping on the couch tonight!” Taehyung yells back.

“You can go to your super hot and super rich Girlfriend.” You yelled back through the door.

You decided there was no point in talking to Taehyung, he would move on to you there was no point giving yourself hope. When you woke up Taehyung was already at work, so you decided to chill in the living room, watching movies alone. You occasionally checked your phone for texts that Taehyung might have sent to ask how you were doing, but there was nothing. 

You looked at the snow, falling peacefully, as if it was a slow dance. Usually snow kept you happy, a feeling where you knew everything was going to be alright, but yet all you wanted to do was cry. The snow made it even worse, it made you think how unfair life was, and how you would never be good enough to keep the ones you loved. You didn’t get too deep into your thoughts, Taehyung opened the door, and smiled at you.

“Why were you just staring at the window? You seem bored” Taehyung observed, as he tried to give you a hug, but you only walked away. “Again with this?”

You only ignored him, there was no point, you knew he was going to leave you. Why would you try? You knew it would only hurt you more when she stole him away from you.

You only went down to cook dinner, you knew Taehyung was helpless without you when it came to food. So you made him some food, adding a sticky note on the wrapped up food. ‘Heat it up before you eat’

You ate in your room, you didn’t want to try to talk to Taehyung at the moment, you finished eating, grabbing your plate you went out of your room to go clean the plates, once you opened the door you stepped on a piece of paper, looking down you saw a pink sticky note written ‘I’m sorry’ If you weren’t in the mood you were right now you would be so happy, and you would head to Taehyung to give him a kiss, but you didn’t.

You kept walking, you knew nothing would come out of being stubborn, but just knowing that Taehyung could leave you for someone he could actually hold in public and kiss her without having to worry about the consequences with the fans, or the company, you knew you had no chance competing with her. 

you continued to walk towards the kitchen, in there was Taehyung holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling brightly as he held one sticky note with ‘I’m so sorry I should have said something, I’m sorry for lashing out at you, forgive me?’ written on it. You couldn’t help but smile, you realised you had nothing to worry about, because Taehyung loved you more than he would ever love her.  “I’m so sorry I got so jealous and insecure I thought you were going to leave me for her” You confessed, as Taehyung let out a giggle.

“Y/n I ended it with her this morning, I even told bighit about us” Taehyung smiled, as he gave you a hug.

“I can’t believe you would do that for me? Did they beat you up?” You asked, as Taehyung only laughed.

“Nope they were super accepting, they thought it would be better to show me happy when I officially can take you to dates and stuff like that” Taehyung smiled, as you smiled back. “I love you Y/n, don’t you ever forget.”

“I love you too!”


Request: Can I request something with Draco that’s rly fluffy? Like on a way where you’re cuddling up to him and stuff and he just doesn’t rly react or anything? Like maybe yeah he enjoys it but I feel like him being really cold would be more in character with him?

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

Draco’s PoV

It was Christmas Break during our sixth year and most people went back home to spend it with their family. I, however, was left nearly alone in the Slytherin dorm. I had no company aside from (Y/N), but she was enough. 

This year has been the worst to endure, by far. With my father’s judgement and ridicule along side the impossible tasks set by Voldemort himself, I was ready to crack. I had recently been pulled aside by Snape and confronted on the issue. 

I tried to avoid him now. 

I stuck mostly to my common room, staring at walls and wishing for this all to be over. This was what I was currently doing. I was sitting on a love seat, staring at the fireplace in the corner of the room. (Y/N) made her way up to me and sat beside me. 
“Are you okay, you seem distant,” she said. 
“I’m fine,” I mutter. 

She must have taken that as a request to come closer, because that’s what she did. She grabbed my hand gently. “It’s hard for everyone. My parents are most likely going to divorce because of this war. My mum’s a supporter, and my dad’s in the Order.” 

I looked at my hand. I’d always wanted to have hers in mine. But, I yanked my hand away. 
“Please stay out of my business.” 
“Fine. You’ve always had help and support and love here, and do you care? No. Because you’re an island. On your own in the middle of a big war where you’re a pawn. I know it! You know it! You turn us away every time! Don’t come running to me, Malfoy.“
She stormed off and I was left on my own again. I stood up and paced the room. She was right. I couldn’t be an island where a continent was against me. 

“You know I can’t come up those stairs, (Y/N),” I call. 
“That’s the point!” she screams back. 
“I’m trying to apologize. Let me take the upper road.” 
“I tried that and you pushed me over the hill into a ditch!” 

I kick the door frame and sink to the floor. I mess up everything. I can’t even receive affection without screwing it up. I slowly raise and go to my dorm. I sink into bed and try to forget the day. As I began to drift out of consciousness, I felt a hand grabbing my arm. I turned around to find (Y/N) standing over me. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. I sit up in bed and pat beside me. She crawls in and wraps the blanket around her. We’re sitting opposite each other, avoiding eye contact. 
“I’m sorry, too,” I reply. I grab her hand and our eyes meet. “About your parents, avoiding you, and my reaction to you caring for me.” 
“I had no right to meddle around in your business.” 
“You have every right. You were trying to care for me. I pushed you away.” 
“I’ll always care for you, Draco. I l-,” she pursed her lips and went to stand up. 

I held onto her arm. “Please don’t leave. I care for you (Y/N).” She sat down, closer to me, and I pulled her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my chest. Her breathing slowed and I realized she was asleep. 

I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t get to sleep. I felt what I can only imagine is love for this girl, and couldn’t help but feel she felt the same. I had someone I cared for and Voldemort could hurt. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn’t someone who cried, but this situation broke my heart. 

I couldn’t leave her, but also couldn’t stay with her. It wasn’t safe. 

I lifted the sleeping girl off of me and quietly got into the bed beside mine. 

Not A Date (Part 1)

first imagine written and published here, hop ju liek et :)

She strode into the bullpen, still mildly shivering from the chilling October winds and dropping temperatures. Hence, the hot cup of coffee in her hand as she settled at her desk, removing her coat when a man caught her attention.

“Hey, Reid.” She greeted with a warm smile to her colleague across from her at his own workspace, his head snapping up from the book he held before him. His face lit up at the sight of her, he stood and gave her company at her desk.

“Hey, (y/n). How are you?” He asked her genuinely, leaning against the side of the desk. He watched her remove her scarf then sit and settle into her swivel chair.

“Great, just hung out with the best friend yesterday, went shopping. Hey, how was that Halloween Throwback event? It started last night, right?” She asked, sipping away at her coffee that he knew she preferred much more than the BAU coffee.

“Yeah it did. I-I didn’t go though.” He trailed off, igniting a look of shock and confusion to contort her features that he knew so well from examining her many times before. She leaned in and rested her arms on her knees, now slightly concerned as she watched his mouth do one of its quirks that she knew he did when he felt uncomfortable, upset, or conflicted.

“What, why?! You’ve been talking about going to that old Halloween movie screening since the first day of this month! I’ve never seen you so excited about anything.” He smiled softly at her but it faded once he spoke.

“Garcia backed out, she has a date.” He confessed, yet her brows came together.

“You aren’t going ‘cause she’s not going with you?” He nodded silently, pulling an awkward smile as he shrugged.

“Pretty much.” He said, and she got to thinking. Last night wasn’t the only night for the movie marathon screening, what if she asked him out! The thought of them both alone together made her stomach turn…yet it also excited her.

“Doesn’t that thing run for like four nights?” She inquired, an idea budding in her head.

“Two more nights, so three nights every year. I guess I’ll just catch it next year.” He said trying to joke it off but his smile faded as he turned to return to his desk.

“Cool, cool. Hey, Spence?” She called, making him look at her after he sat at his own chair.

“Yeah?” She paused while their eyes locked on each other, until he observed her beautifully shaped lips turn into a mischievous smirk that made his eyes narrow at her.

“Would you like to attend a Halloween movie marathon with me?” She asked with a subtle flirtatious tone in her voice. His smile dropped at the thought of guilting her into this. It’s not that he didn’t want to go out with her, in fact he’d secretly hoped they’d hang out alone outside of work without the others for a long time. But his intention was not to force her to ask him, not at all. If he ever built up the confidence to ask her out once he knew his feelings were mutual, he’d want to be the one to ask— not the other way around.

“(Y/n) you don’t have to-”

“I know…but I want to. You in? C'mon, please say yes.” Her eyes pleaded against his and her smile was hard to resist. When she clasped her hands together into a fist in front of her he chuckled softly.

“Yes, I-I’ll go with you.” She suppressed her newly formed butterflies and bit her lip as she smiled back at him.

“Did you want to go tonight after work or tomorrow night since it’s the weekend?” Her voice asked lowly, an attractive smile on her face as the reality of them going out together alone became a reality and caused him stomach to fill with nerves. Yet he was also excited and already began to anticipate their outing. He took a breath and answered her with a sense of serious confidence.

“How about tonight?” He proposed as more of a statement than a question, a look of determination mixed with vulnerability in his hazel eyes that she loved so much. She nodded with a bashful grin on her lips, then shot him a wink.

“Lookin’ forward to it.”

“Me too.”

They both smiled at each other like excited school children and from then on they both began excitedly counting down the hours until their work day was over.


Sherlock: “please don’t linger by the door and just come in”

Mycroft: “merely observing brother mine. I can assure you you’re not that interesting to linger upon”

Sherlock: “I would tell you to sit down but Y/N is occupying the chair right now and she is by far nicer company than you are”

Y/N: “you must be Mycroft, nice to meet you. I’m Y/N”

Mycroft: “ah yes, my brother has talked quite a lot about you the past couple of months”

Y/N: “has he now? Only good things I hope?”

Mycroft: “he has spoken lovingly about you. If I didn’t know any better I would say he is in love with you but we both know that my brother isn’t familiar with the concept of love”

Sherlock: “shut up Mycroft and tell her the truth”

Mycroft: “I’m sorry?”

Sherlock: “you obviously knew Y/N was going to be here. Hence the new suit and clean shave. Just ask her on a date and stop lingering in my apartment”

Y/N: “you want to go on a date with me?”

Mycroft: “how about a fancy restaurant?”
Y/N: “I would rather have Speedy’s actually”

Mycroft: “are you sure?”

Y/N: “positive”

Mycroft: “then Speedy’s it is”

Luke Hemmings Smut

“Have you seen Michael?” Y/N asked, coming into the living room.

Luke, Michael’s roommate, nodded his head. “He said he had to go into work for a few hours and that I should keep you company.”

Y/N smiled. She liked hanging out with Luke. They always had fun together, a stress free day.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, patting the empty spot on the couch next to him.

Y/N sat down and glanced out the window at the rain and frowned. “I don’t know. I was hoping we could go into town but it’s raining,” she sighed.

Luke nodded, his blonde hair bobbing against his head. “Why don’t we have a movie marathon instead?”

Y/N looked at the pouring rain, thinking it was the perfect day to relax with Luke on the couch. The best part was she didn’t have to change. She could wear her running shorts and too small t shirt for the rest of the day. She could also get away with having her hair messy. She could tell Luke was still in his pajamas too. His gray sweatpants hung loosely off his hip with his black t shirt showing off his muscles. She blushed at the thought.

In no time at all they had finished the first movie and were onto the second. She still hadn’t heard from Michael and was starting worry that he would be gone most of the day. She had driven almost two hours so that they could spend the weekend together and now here she was spending it with his roommate. Not exactly how she imagined the weekend would play out.

Her body was beginning to ache from the position was she in. Luke was lying across the couch and she was leaning against his stomach but now her back was starting to bother her. Without a second thought, she laid down against Luke, so that they were spooning. This was a much more comfortable position. His arm draped over her stomach and he pulled her against him.

As the movie played, they could both feel the sexual tension rising in the room. She could feel his erection pressing against her back and he was making no effort trying to hide it. His right hand was slowly moving lower down her stomach, towards her aching core.

She knew this was wrong and she didn’t want to hurt Michael but she had always had a thing for Luke. Even before she began dating Michael. Luke was just a great guy to be around and always made her feel good, even when she was at her worst.

She felt Luke’s hand creep slightly slower and she stood up surprising him. His blue eyes, now dark, watched her walk to the kitchen and out of sight. She needed to calm down. Her body was aching for Luke.  

Standing on her tiptoes, she struggled trying to get a cup from the cabinet. Her fingers grazed across the glass but she wasn’t able to wrap her hand around it.

She felt Luke from behind her as he reached up to grasp the cup. His front was pressed against her back and she felt his still evident erection. He placed the glass down on the counter but made no attempt to step away from her.

Instead his hands landed on her hips, moving her t shirt aside, making small circles with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his shoulders. Taking Luke’s hand in her’s she moved down to the waistband of her shorts.

His hand slid beneath the material and down towards her core. He pushed aside her underwear as his fingers ran across her folds.

“Already wet,” he muttered.

She moaned as his fingers teased her before slipping two in. She groaned as his fingers moved in and out, working their magic.

“Fuck Luke,” she moaned.

Three fingers moved across her folds and came to a stop on her sensitive spot. He began rubbing them against it as his other fingers, moved inside her.

She could the familiar knot already beginning to form in her stomach. It normally took longer for her to reach her climax and she was doing her best to hold it back but she needed release. Her body couldn’t take it anymore.

She felt her walls clench around his fingers and felt her legs grow weak. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the counter, steadying herself. She felt Luke take a step back and she waited a moment before turning around. He was standing against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, a smile plastered across his face.

She glanced at his gray sweatpants, that hung loosely across his hips. His erection was still evident and she was ready to please him the way he had pleased her.

Taking a step across the kitchen, her hands reached towards his waistbands. Her fingers played with the elastic and when Luke didn’t say anything, she gently pulled them down along with his black boxers.

He was much bigger than she had anticipated and she smiled when she saw what she was working with.

She kneeled down, placing her bare knees on the cold tiled floor. Taking him in her hand, she moved her hand up and down. Her finger moved across the tip, spreading the pre cum that had begun to form.

Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip, resulting in a moan from Luke.

She took him in her mouth, slowly moving her mouth up and down. His fingers tangled in her hair as moved along him, occasionally moving her tongue over the tip. She felt Luke relax the more she ran her mouth over him.

“I want to cum inside you,” Luke moaned.

She moved her mouth up and down one more time before Luke caved. “No more,” he whispered, gently pulling her head away from him.

She had just removed her mouth, when there was a knock on the door. Glancing at Luke, he pulled up his underwear and sweatpants.

“You get it. I’m sure it’s someone trying to sell something. I’ll be in my room, waiting,” he said.

Y/N nodded, running her hands through her hair and making sure that she looked acceptable before going to open the door.

When she opened the door, she came face to face with Michael.

“M-Michael,” she said, surprised. “I thought you were working. And why don’t you have your key?”

“I lost my key. I forgot to tell you. It’s a good thing you’re home. Where’s Luke?” he asked, glancing around the empty living room.

“In his room.”

Michael nodded, glancing at her. “Want to grab dinner?”

“Ok. Let me tell Luke.”

Y/N knocked on the door before opening it slightly. Luke was lying on the bed, staring at her.

“Michael’s here. We’re going to get dinner.”

Luke’s face fell, as his blue eyes glanced toward his obvious erection.

“Well I guess I’ll have to finish my self.”

“I’ll help you next time,” Y/N said, as Luke looked up her a huge smile on his face.

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From the other side

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Request: Can I get a namjoon scenario where you’re an American music artist on a show kind of like jimmy fallon, and the host asks you who your celebrity crush is and you say it’s namjoon. The people are like “who dat” and then the reader explains (maybe gets asked to dance to a song and they do so?). Then somehow the boys see it and show it to nams ^~^ sorry if this was too much

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I had a great help from @sunwasrising when adding the last bit, hope it’s okay! I didn’t know if you wanted a fake text, or a short story. So, I did this lol, and if you had a stage name? I have NOT edited or corrected the story, because I am a little busy and I’m hoping, there aren’t too many errors.

Y/S/N = Your stage name

Rock-records = Music company (I maybe, have watched big time rush)

“Welcome to Y/S/N!!” A female confidential voice, were searching your name. As the big blue boarders revealed your dressed-up frame, giving the audience your latest song. The crowd cheering and clapping at your entrance, as the speakers boomed with your angelic voice. After a few minutes of performing, a short-haired blonde approached you with open arms as her smile were pulling your lip muscles.

“Welcome to the Ellen show! Thank you for coming!” She spoke, guiding you to the white chair. Her contagious smile, made your cheeks hurt.

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I Trusted You

Originally posted by finnshelby1920s

It was inevitable, right? The little brother getting jealous of the older brother for spending too much time with his girlfriend. Obviously she wanted a real working man and not a young boy, right?

“I trusted you.” Finn said angrily right before walking out. You knew he was talking to you, but you couldn’t help think some part of it was directed at Tommy, who stood with you in shock.

You sighed as Finn fled hurriedly from the betting shop, needing some fresh air.

“Is he ok?” Tommy asked between furrowed brows.

“He’s fine.” You say rolling your eyes slightly as you go to follow him out.

You find him outside, smoking a cigarette.

“Finn?” You ask as you approach him.

“This is why I didn’t want you working here. Y/N.” He says, shaking his head. You were new to the company, only officially working with the Shelby’s for a few months now at your volition. You had basically begged him for a job one night long ago now…

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Winter Wonderland: Cillian Murphy

“Love, it’s time to wake up,” my husband, Cillian whispers to me as he softly presses his lips on my cheek.

“Five more minutes,” I groan out lowly, not wanting to leave the warmth of our bed.

Cillian chuckles to himself at my refusal to wake up. He shifts his body so that he’s laying back down next to me. His strong arms wrap around my small frame, pulling me close to his body. I snuggle into his chest, my ear resting right at the location of his heart.

I listen to the steady beat, my eyes starting to grow heavy once again. These are the days that I love, the days where we have no obligations and can just lay in bed all day just enjoying each other’s company.
“Y/N, I think you might want to get up,” Cillian says to me, what feels like hours later.

Slowly my eyes flutter open, I look up him with a confused look. He looks down at me, a smile playing on his lips, as he points in the direction of the window in our room. Furrowing my eyebrows I turn my head to see what it is he wanted me to wake up for. Snow. It’s snowing for the first time this year.

My face instantly relaxes, a smile forming on my lips. Magically I’m suddenly feeling awake and energetic. I return my gaze to Cillian as I sit up in the bed. My hands go to his cheeks, as I look into his piercing blue eyes.

His arms slither around my waist, pulling me close to him. He looks at me with a warm smile before softly pressing his lips onto mine. The kiss was slow and filled with love, all of are kisses are like this but they always make my stomach irrupt in butterflies like we’re kissing for the first time.

“What do you say we get dressed and go out for a walk in to snow,” Cillian says parting from my lips, his forehead resting against mine.

“Sounds lovely,” I whisper in return.

We part from each other, the both of us leaving the warmth and comfort of our bed to get dressed. I quickly get dressed, not wanting to waist anytime. I slip on a pair of dark wash jeans, an oversized green sweater, and a pair of snow boots. I turn to look at Cillian whose already looking at me. He’s practically wearing the same thing as me only instead of a green sweater he’s wearing a navy blue one.

“You ready love?” Cillian asks, holding out his hand for me to take.

I gladly take his hand with a smile. Cillian leads me to the front room, but before we head outside we each take a moment to put out our coats, mittens, hats, and scarves. We walk out into the cold weather, the brisk air causing a shiver to rush down my spine.

We walk along the path at a leisurely pace, neither of us hardly saying a word. I look around us, the snow blanketing the ground. I love it when it snows, it just makes everything look so beautiful.

“You look beautiful,” Cillian says, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

I can feel my cheeks instantly heat up from the blush forming on my cheeks. After being together for so long Cillian’s words still effect me, he still makes me feel like a giddy teenager. This is why I married him, why I fell so head over heels in love with him; no matter how old we get he will always cause butterflies to irrupt within me and will cause me to feel like we’re the only two people in the world.

Cillian stops in his tracks. I turn to face him, a little confused as to why he stopped. His hand goes to my cheek softly caressing it, his thumb moving from side to side on the cold skin. He smiles at me as he admires my face.

“I have something for you,” he says with a hint of excitement playing in his voice.

Cillian removes his hand from my cheek then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small red velvet box. Slowly he opens it, revealing a necklace a beautiful silver necklace with a snowflake pendant on it. A huge grin plays on my lips as my gaze moves to him from the necklace.

“Cillian, it’s beautiful. I love it,” I say to him.

“I knew you’d like it,” he replies with a soft chuckle. “I bought this to remind you off all the special times we’ve had in the snow in the past and will have in the future.”

We’ve been through so much when it’s snowed. Our first kiss, our wedding, and so many other special occasions had happened while it snowed. He is so incredibly thoughtful, I know I’ll never go a day now without wearing this necklace.

“I love you Cillian,” I say to him.

“I love you too Y/N, now turn around.”

I do as he says, moving my hair to the side. He takes the necklace out of the box, then puts it on me. I touch the snowflake pendent softly, my minding thinking back to each moment we’ve hand in the snow.

“I absolutely love it,” I say as I turn back around to face him.

“And I love how it looks on you. Now how about we go home and make some hot coco and warm up in front of the fire place?” He asks reaching his hand out to me once again.

I nod my head in response as I take his out stretched hand. I smile to myself as we walk back home, the butterflies in my stomach refusing to calm down. Being with Cillian is like spending every day in a winter wonderland; every day and every moment is special, magical, and memorable with Cillian, the man I love with my entire heart.

Workplace Frustrations (M)


DESCRIPTION: A few of the men were causing some trouble in Jin’s office. He couldn’t stand for that.

CEO!Jin, boss!reader

WARNIGNS: Sexism, death threats (they’re lowkey), smut, BDSM themes


REQUEST: Can I get a rough Jin smut? Thank you in advance~

Kim Seokjin had never heard a more ridiculous statement, from people on the verge of losing their jobs, the people in no position to defend themselves from their horrible actions, than the one that Mr. Kim and Mr. Dong said to him that morning.

He had been on the phone with his lovely wife, Y/N, who was busy trying to get her last interns trained, when he decided this would be a good learning lesson for the newbies at their company.

“We’re not sexist.”

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Surprise - Johnny Fluff

“You promised me you’d be home this Valentine’s day.” you hated whiney girls but sometimes you can’t help but empathise them when you boyfriend decides to ditch you on valentine’s day.

“Sorry y/n things caught up in the company, nobody’s going home. hey, Jaehyun said NCT u’s coming back with Hansol and Ten and I might be part of it.” His tone suddenly turned from that of an old man who hasn’t slept for 48 hours to that of a boy who just woke up on Christmas day.

“Seriously?” all hints of blame on the boy vanished after he delivered the good news. You knew how much it meant to him for one of his closest trainee friends, Hansol, to debut and be on the same unit as him and ten. They are practically inseparable during trainee days, you learnt it the hard way. On valentine’s day three years ago, Johnny promised you a date at the amusement park, he even said he would go on any ride you wanted him to which made you feel euphoric (Johnny is scared of rides btw maybe not in real life but for the sake of this fic let’s pretend he is until further notice). But when the time came, Johnny appeared at your door flanked by Hansol and Ten.

“Y/N, they were lonely so they asked me if they could join. I couldn’t say no, right?”

You stared at the trio and sighed. Not going to lie, it turned out to be one of the best dates you have ever had. You got to witness Hansol and Johnny being scared shitless by the rides and by the end of the second ride they opt out and went for ice-cream and candyfloss instead, leaving you and ten running wildly around the place trying to go on all of the rides in one day. Impossible but you and Ten had so much fun.

“Okay, I guess that gives you a good enough excuse. you want me to bring anything to the company?” you asked him half-heartedly

“Actually, yeah can you grab us some chicken? Half and half?”

“I’m not your deliveryman Johnny. That’s mean.” you tried to sound totally annoyed but couldn’t keep out the humoured tone in your voice. What is this boy on about?

“pleeeeease, we could really do with some food right now, we haven’t eaten since breakfast not going to lie.”

“what? are you serious?” you were furious at the fact that they are currently running around the company hungry. did they not let them eat? “okay I’m coming. wait for me.”

You called the chicken place next to your apartment while you rush around trying to get yourself ready to go out. It was still freezing outside and you’d prefer not to catch a cold.

You ran towards the shop and paid for the chicken whilst having a small talk with the owner. you knew each other well thanks to the many times you and Johnny visited the shop after his training.

Before you knew it, the tall building of SM loomed in front of you. The first time you visited, it had an intimidating aura, but after going out with Johnny for a while, it became a place you visited often. Slowly it became familiar with its maze-like corridors known like the back of your hand. sometimes visitors would come up to you and ask for directions, to which you would always reply with the right answers.

You stopped yourself in front of the room Johnny texted you he was in. That’s weird, you thought. The door was made of blurred glass so you could tell if someone was inside or not. people at SM has a good habit of turning the lights of when they leave the room. So, this one must be empty. You turned the door knob and pushed it open.

“SURPRISE!” someone shouted from the side of the room at the same time as someone switching on the lights. the place was filled with balloons and food. oh, so much food. you were dazed and dumbfounded by the scene in front of you didn’t realize Johnny creeping up behind you and gave you a back hug. the warmth his body gave you brought you back to earth and started to absorb everything.

“Sorry Y/N this was supposed to be a just-us thing but when I told them, they were jealous of the fact that I had a girlfriend and they didn’t on a valentine’s day so they ruined it by being part of it. Sorry babe. he whispered into you your as he rested his chin on your shoulder. his warm breath tickled you neck and you laughed at the feeling and it warmed up your body.

“Thank you.” you turned your head slightly to peck his cheeks.

As the cheeky boy Johnny is, he turned at the right time and caught your lips on his which made you twist your head around in surprise

“ew get a room guys!” Ten shouted from the corner as he witnessed this too-cute-for-him scene.

“It was you who insisted on staying, not me so if anyone’s getting a room it’s you.” Johnny snapped back and smiled his sweet boy smile.

“Wait did you lie to me about Hansol debuting?”

“No. It’s happening.” He replied with a gummy smile. 


Love Looks Not With the Eyes

Requested: the Reader is dared to ask Reid on a date, but upon realizing that she’s genuinely interested in him, decides to comes clean.

It was supposed to be a dare. Two years of working as the counter-terrorism team’s technical analyst had led to some close workplace friendships. One of which is Penelope Garcia, the analyst for the BAU. And by proxy, since he spends so much time around her, Derek Morgan. Y/N keeps Penelope company when her team is out in the field, and her colorful counterpart returns the favor when counterterrorism is gone. When there’s no case, she’ll occasionally go up a floor to visit Morgan and Penelope, and maybe grab lunch together. They make a good trio, all of them able to laugh and joke in order to lift the burden of their serious jobs, and yet hold a meaningful conversation at the same time. They are friends who understand each others fears, and share in each others happiness.

It’s at lunch when she off-handedly mentions to Penelope that she wants to go see an upcoming production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream that Morgan raises his eyebrows.

“You’re a nerd, aren’t you?” His tone is light, conveying no cruelty, only amicable teasing.

“Well, I work with computers all day, and I’m friends with Penelope. What else did you expect?” she laughs.

“No, no.” Derek shakes his head. “Not like that. I mean a bona fide, actual nerd. You probably read old literature, listen to classical music, learn things for fun. That sort of thing.”

“We can’t all kick down doors for a living,” she replies. This earns her a giggle from Penelope. “But you’re right. I do enjoy all of the above.” Since she was little, she’s loved books and words and stories. She embraces all things academia and actively seeks out plays and concerts. To some, it might seem old-fashioned, even lame. That’s fine with her. She loves what she loves, and her friends respect that.

Abruptly shifting gears, he asks, “You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

Perplexed, she tells him she isn’t. A conniving look is traded between Morgan and Penelope, and she braces herself for whatever crazy thing they’re about to suggest, or whatever witty joke they’ll make.

“How’d you like to go on a date?” Penelope asks. “With someone who has similar interests?”

“Where is this heading?” When Penelope gets that mischievous glint in her eyes, she’s learned to hesitate.

“We dare you to ask Spencer Reid out on a date,” Morgan says.

Her jaw drops. “Reid? No way. Absolutely not.” The awkward agent they work with? He’s brilliant, but where his mental abilities are top-notch, his social skills are severely lacking. Though he is good-looking, she would never consider dating him. Besides, he’s not quite handsome. More like pretty.

“Oh come on, Y/N! He’s totally got a crush on you.” A fact which she’s well aware of. Reid isn’t the best at hiding his emotions. Every now and then, when she’s walking through the bullpen in search of Penelope or Morgan, she’ll catch him staring at her out of the corner of his eye, or while pretending to be reading something. When she talks to him, he always gets flustered and ends up tripping over his words. It’s sweet – in the way a clumsy puppy dog is sweet. But she has no romantic interest in the guy.

“We double dare you,” Penelope adds, smirking. “If you do it, we’ll buy lunch next week. It’s just one date! How bad could it be?”

“Besides, it would make Pretty Boy very happy. You don’t want him to be lonely and pining forever, do you? Go out with him, talk about books and shit, and then you can politely refuse another date and my man can move on. It’s really a win-win here.”

After much begging, bribing, manipulating, and peer pressuring, she finally gives in. The next day, she marches right up to Reid and asks him if he’d like to go out sometime. He turns three shades of red before managing to agree, and they make a date for coffee that weekend. When the BAU gets called out on a case that Friday, she’s a little relieved that she has an extra week’s reprieve. What is she even supposed to say to him on a date? If it’s as bad as she fears it might be, she figures she can always discreetly text a friend and ask them to call her faking a family emergency. Dares are dares, however, and she intends to at least show up.

The following Saturday they finally go out for coffee. He’s already waiting at a table inside when she arrives, nervously tapping his feet and checking his watch. His clothing isn’t much different than what she’s seen him wear to the office – a button down shirt, Converse, a sweater – but it’s slightly less formal. No tie, and none of the trademark intensity he harbors when he’s focused on a case. The smile he greets her with is hesitant, but it looks good on him. Something that surprises her.  She’s never really seen Reid happy.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” he says as they sit down, coffee in hand. “Thought maybe you might decide you didn’t want to go on a date with me after all.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Not since she accepted a dare from Morgan and Penelope. This is for them. She just has to make it through one date. “So, um, tell me a little more about yourself. Outside of work, that is. Something I wouldn’t know.”

Reid ponders this, then says, “Well, I grew up in Las Vegas. I have three tropical fish. And I once kissed Lila Archer.”

Another surprise. Her jaw drops. “You mean that Lila Archer? The actress?” He nods sheepishly, and she tries to picture how exactly the shy Spencer Reid managed to kiss Lila Archer. Upon being asked, he tells her a little about the case they worked, in which she was stalked. He stayed with her to protect her, and one thing led to another.

“What about you?” he asks. “What’s something I wouldn’t know about you?”

She laughs. “I don’t think I can top kissing Lila Archer, but I do have a cat and a pretty extensive movie collection. Not to brag, but I’m also a pretty good surfer – and I don’t just mean the internet. I went to college in Florida, near the ocean, and every chance we got my roommates and I would go out on the water.”

“Do you miss it?”

Nobody has asked her that in a long time. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. There’s nowhere nearby to surf, and I rarely get enough time off from work to make a trip to a good beach. The Potomac really has nothing on the ocean.”

“Why’d you choose to come to Washington?”

“I was a CompSci and PoliSci major, and I wanted to do something that made a difference, you know? I found out about the FBI’s intelligence analyst positions at a job fair after grad school, and somehow managed to pass the Basic Field Training Course. It just felt really right. There are still times I doubt myself though, or wonder if I would’ve been better somewhere else.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re here.” There’s such sincerity in his words that the dread she’d been feeling all week begins to ebb away. From there, the conversation gets so much easier. They talk about school and work and the places they’ve lived. They discover they love many of the same books and movies, and that the few TV shows he watches happen to be some of her favorites. When he mentions that his fish are named Ophelia, Hamlet, and Horatio, she bursts out laughing. A flash of hurt crosses his face, thinking she’s laughing at him. Not wanting to offend him she quickly explains that her cat is named Robin Goodfellow.

“As in Puck?” he clarifies.

“Exactly the one! I’ve always loved Shakespeare, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream is my favorite.” And of the play’s characters, that mischievous Puck held a special place in her heart. “Of course Robin Goodfellow is a bit lengthy, so he mostly just answers to Puck. Just like the character.”

The more they talk, the more she realizes how much she has overlooked about him. Or perhaps she wasn’t looking at him carefully enough. Morgan is classically handsome, his physical appearance and confidence a winning combination that lures people towards him. In a crowded room, people – especially women – tend to gravitate towards him. Reid is different. He’s pretty, but his awkwardness and shyness mask what lies in his heart. For the first time in two years, she’s really seeing him.

For the first time she’s seeing his heart.

It is full and it is kind, and so overwhelmingly gentle. Reid is perfectly polite, but not to the point of formality. His laugh makes her feel warm, and when he smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkle and she knows she has his full attention. He’s dorky in the most endearing ways, and as a fellow nerd, she appreciates his love for learning and sci-fi shows and classic literature.

Three and a half hours they talk, until the shop begins to close up. Disappointment washes over her, followed by the startling realization that she’s disappointed because it means she has to part ways with Reid. It’s not a joke anymore. It’s not some annoying dare Penelope put her up to. She likes him. She really likes him. The last three and a half hours have been the best date she’s been on in a very long time. Just sitting and talking to someone who is so genuinely sweet and smart and interesting. She doesn’t want it to end.

Reid looks at his watch, and sighs. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the Folger Shakespeare Library, but it’s too late. They’ve already closed for the day.” And now he’s inviting her to visit the Folger Library? It’s been on her list of DC things to do for ages, but she never wanted to go alone, and none of her friends shared an interest in the Bard. Going with Reid though is a thing she very much wants to do. “Maybe we could go some other time?”

A second date. He wants to go out with her again. In that moment, she knows that’s what she wants too. Four hours ago she would’ve found the notion impossible and ridiculous. How much has changed in such a short time period. A laugh leaves her lips before she can stop it.

“What is it?” he asks. “Was I that bad of a date?”

“No, of course not! You were amazing. It’s just, well, it’s kind of a funny story. You see, the reason I asked you out was because at lunch one day Penelope and Morgan dared me to go on a date with you and I-”

“Wait.” The worried tone he had before is gone, replaced by harshness. Anger, as he narrows his eyes at her. “You’re telling me that you only wanted to go out with me because of a dare?”

Heat floods her cheeks, accompanied by shame. “It’s not like that! I mean, it was, but they just thought it would be funny to-”

He holds up a hand. “Just stop, okay? I thought you were different. I thought you were nice, and actually interested in me. But this is obviously just some joke to you! You know what? I’m tired of being the butt of the joke. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not some machine. I have a heart. I have feelings, and I’m done with other people trampling on them. Go home and have a good laugh about the weird guy at work with Morgan and Garcia. Leave me alone.” His voice rises higher the more frustrated he becomes, and when he’s finished he turns around and practically runs down the block. Away from her.

Y/N stands still on the sidewalk, shell-shocked from his outburst. Guilty. Ashamed. There’s a hint of despair as she realizes she may have just ruined her chances with the nicest man she’s met. Worse, she’s hurt him. Brushing away tears, she goes home alone.

For a week he avoids her. Disappears from the office when she comes by, ignores her when he passes her by chance. Text messages and calls never receive a reply from his end. Her feelings don’t reach him. Penelope says he’s hardly talking to her or Morgan unless it’s strictly work-related. After agonizing and analyzing, she finally finds the courage to corner him as he’s leaving one day.

The look on his face speaks enough. Eyes narrowed, mouth pressed into a hard line, jaw set. He’s furious with her, even now.

“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to,” she says, “but please just hear me out. For five minutes, Reid, that’s all I ask. Please just let me explain.”

Reid makes a show of staring at his watch. Every second is going to count. “Yes, it was a dare, okay? They dared me to go out with you because they thought it would be amusing. But it was only after they realized I shared so many interests with you that they suggested it. Maybe it was part of a joke, but deep down I think that they just want you to be happy, and they thought maybe we would be happy together. And I was. I really, really was. I didn’t expect that, but as the night went on I saw just how wonderful you really are. You showed me your heart and you were vulnerable and you were kind, and I like all of that about you. When we were leaving I knew I wanted this to be more than just one date.”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath and pushes forwards. “Which is why I told you about the dare. I knew if you found out from someone else, you would be upset and anything we could’ve had would be over. I thought if I was honest then we could laugh it off but I would be able to see you again. I really like you, and I’m sorry I hurt you. If you can forgive me, I would really like the chance to make it up to you.”

So many words are fit into such a minuscule amount of seconds that when she finishes, she feels a little lightheaded. Reid blinks a few times, then asks, “You really think we could have something?”

“Absolutely,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.

“This isn’t just part of some elaborate prank?”

It’s her turn now, to put her heart out in the open. Allowing him to see her for who she is and not what assumptions he’s attached to her.

“I swear it. You can ask Penelope if you don’t believe me. Everything I told you that night was true. Everything I felt was true as well. I just want to show you I meant it. I don’t care what we do. We can go to the library or the park. You can come over and meet my cat, Puck. As long as it’s with you. I just want to spend time with you, Spencer.” It’s the first time she’s addressed him by his first name, but it feels so natural on her lips.

After an eternity’s pause, he says, “Okay.”


“Yeah. Okay. I trust you, Y/N. I’m still hurt, but I’m willing to give you a second chance. After all, Shakspeare did say that “the course of true love never did run smooth.”

She grins. He’s quoting A Midsummer’s Night Dream, her favorite. “That William was quite brilliant. In that case, “Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.”” Puck’s famous final words. To her surprise, he does exactly that. Long fingers encircle her own, and when their eyes meet she is certain beyond all doubt that they are truly seeing each other. Looking not with their eyes, but with their hearts.

A few days later, when he repeats the gesture on their second date, she stands on her toes and kisses him. Pulling away, she finds him with the biggest smile on his face. Smiling at her, because of her. He looks happy. Honestly, truly happy.

She was right that evening in the coffee shop. Happy does look good on him.

Joe Sugg imagine || The Storm ||

Hello! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Y/N and Joe were in a really bad storm and Y/N was really scared but then Joe is cuddled up right next to her and he was doing a really good job of trying to keep you calm. (Even though Y/N was starting to cry) his company helped stop you from bawling. And it’s just so cute and fluffy. 😘❤️️

A/N: I wrote this at 3 am, on my phone at the airport… I hope it’s acceptable for you guys :) 💛

“No, no, no, no…” You kept muttering to yourself, your hands cupped over your ears as you took the steps of your staircase by twos briskly, trying to block out the massive crashes of thunder that shook the house with each roaring roll.
The rain pounded against the windows as it poured from the clouds black as coal.

“NOPE!” You yelled in a panic as you jumped the lightnings flash illuminating the bedroom an off shade of deep blue.
You pulled the deep red duvet over you in a rush, hiding entirely underneath it, curling up around yourself as tightly as you could manage, your body shaking.

“(Y/N),” you heard your fiancee Joes voice following you quickly, “baby, it’s okay.” He assured you over another clap of thunder.

“I hate it!” You exclaimed, you whimpered, like the big child of eighteen you were.

You had always been scared of thunder and lightning, the older you got, the more people made fun of you for being ridiculous, but not Joe, never in your life’s entirety of knowing one another did he ever make fun of your fears.
It was quite evident to the both of you and, the entire villages population you were meant to be together from a young age.

“I know, I know… It’s okay, Honey.” Joe cooed in a soft voice, as he pulled the curtains closed, “come here, I’ll protect you.” He started to pull the duvet off your head, you protested at first, before letting him.

Feeling him slip under the covers, he slide close to you, you turned your head, looking at him your (colour) eyes had glassed over with tears getting ready to fall, bottom lip trembling.

“(Y/cute/nickname)…” Joe said sympathetically, giving you a gentle smile, “you’re okay, I’m right here to protect you now and for the rest of our lives.” He pulled you close, so your head came to rest on his chest, you leg slide up to rest across his a little, your fingers curling against his black t-shirt.

You opened your mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a small squeak of panic as another roll of thunder plowed across the sky, you buried your face against his chest, reminding yourself to breathe and try not to entirely lose your shit.

“Its okay…” Joe kept a calm voice, not bothered one bit by the massive storm that sent him home early from work, his fingers brushed through your soft hair.

“It can stop anytime now.” Your voice muffled against his chest. “I think it’s moving on.” Joe sounded confident, his fingers leaving your hair and starting to rub your back in soft, slow circles that started small and got bigger around your back.

“How do you know?” You whispered, looking up at him, some tears had just reached the brink of falling down your cheeks.

“Baby…” Joe whispered, using his free hand to brush the tears off your cheeks. “You don’t have to cry.” He assured with a warm smile, “thatchers know this stuff,” with a confident nod he lent his head down placing a kiss atop your head.

“Oh, okay.” You nodded calming down forcing yourself to believe it, appreciating his attempts to keep you calm and from bawling.

“See?” Joe smiled again giving you a squeeze of reassurance.

“I love you, Joe.” You cracked a tiny smile, “I love you, too with all my heart.” He poked your nose with the tip of his finger, you moved your head up a little, trying to bite at his finger. “No biting.” He laughed, shaking his head, his blue eyes twinkling.

“No poking.” You whispered, squeezing his torso with another flash of lightning and clap of thunder.

“It’s okay.” Joe stopped tormenting you going protective again, “its moving away.” He promised, tucking the blankets tighter around the two of you.

He kept running your back softly, while you held into him, the storm started to drift away and your grip loosened on him as you fell asleep…