now all i have to do is sit through a 10 hour flight to get there

Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it


“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”


“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.


Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”


“Let’s go home.”


Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

Little Witch (Part 2)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 563

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr. Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.

“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.

The whole group looked at Steve and Clint waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was going on.  

“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply without moving his eyes from the girl inside.

“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get at least some information.

“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about bringing a girl here.”

There was silent for a minute and when Clint saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again, he recounted the story.

After the girl had recognized the American hero – Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.

“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda had spoken softly.

“How did you find me?”

“We have some sources that let us know when someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us, we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her attention.

“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes. She hardly had come with a decision.

“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning, the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.

“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint noted as he finished the story.

“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean, she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”

“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”, her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”

“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t surprise me if she had gone through the same.”

“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded through the corridor they were all standing in.

“You made him check her?!”

“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”

“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”

At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.

“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her eyes widened from happiness.

“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”

“How did you become? You were born with it or?”

“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother, Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”

“And what were they doing to you?”

“They used something like a scepter and did different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.

“So your stay there was like a holiday in comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.

“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have done to some people, but-”

“But you can never imagine or feel what they did to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing but the girl stopped him.

“I see you’re trying to make me feel comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.

“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”

“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.

Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.

“Do you know what powers you have?”

“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”

“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”

“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.

“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”

Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten years ago.

“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s face as he murmured a positive answer.

The door opened and Wanda entered holding a tray with food.

“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”, seven people followed the witch in the room.

“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and wave.

“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”, but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.

There was a huge burger with French fries and curry sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another one.

“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”

While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all, maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.

“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the girl but he did needed answers.

“Let her at least take a shower before overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c) he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer. He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a way and revenge.

“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the two teenagers inside.

“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.

Part 3

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In case you’re having a bad Father’s Day (or even if you aren’t), here are some headcanons about David Wymack on Father’s Day that will hopefully make you feel better:

  • it’s habit for him to wake up early from so many years of morning practice, but today when he drags himself out of bed Abby’s already up making eggs
  • he wanders into the kitchen, puts the coffee on, and gets out some plates, and then he and Abby just sit at the table, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet light
  • at first he doesn’t even remember it’s Father’s Day; it’s not like he ever had any reason to celebrate it with his own father
  • but around 9am they hear the doorbell ring and Kevin walks in with Thea, Amalia, and his other two children
  • Kevin hugs his father and it’s slightly less awkward than every other time they’ve hugged
  • (just like last time was slightly less awkward than every time before it)
  • Kevin and Abby hug and Abby almost refuses to let him go
  • they spend the morning sitting together at the coffee table in comfortable conversation, talking about the Exy finals and all the new Foxes Wymack has signed
  • there’s four cards on the table, three with drawings in crayon and big, blocky letters, and one classy, understated store-bought card 
  • (which Kevin will never admit he spent five hours looking for and which both Kevin and Wymack will secretly treasure for months)
  • Thea’s outside in the back garden with Abby and the kids, playing around with a bunch of carefully planted petunias, when the doorbell rings again with Dan and Matt

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Mile high club.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader 

Warnings- smut and swears.

Just a little something I wrote on the plane.

You had done it together about a million times before. But this one was different. This one was the flight to end all flights in the sense of the amount of sheer time. Dan had surprised you with a birthday present of a lifetime. A flight to (your choice) it was going to be a two-week excursion of sunshine and relaxation. The only problem was just the thought of sitting on a plane for that long cramped, hot and most likely near some random dude made you want to go back home and just cuddle. You and Dan had tried all you could to get seats in the same row together but I wasn’t possible. So you would be across the walkway from Dan. Not even able to hold his hand or bug him. The worst would be the lack of ability he would have to distract you from the hours of travel. 

The two of you were sitting in the terminal eating some unhealthy snack before take off. You couldn’t help but want to cuddle into him. I mean the guy did buy you an experience of a lifetime. “Daniel.”

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Auston Matthews #5

Anonymous said: Can you do an imagine where Auston surprise you at college? Super fluffy maybe? I love your writing. It’s so good.

A/N: sorry it took me a while to get to your request, all excuses aside i hope you liked this :)

Word Count: 1,325

‘You have a surprise when you get back to the dorm.’ Since getting the text from your dorm-mate nearly an hour ago you hadn’t stopped thinking of what she could possibly mean. Maybe she got another bag of that stupidly good popcorn for you again from the store. You could seriously binge eat the whole bag while having a good study session and then finish it while watching some Netflix. 

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Luck of My Life

So I finally had the time to make it… Here’s chapter 1 of the childhood friends AU idea I had before- just in time for day 12 of adrinette month! <3 These kiddos are 9 in this chapter. 

Chapter 1

Adrien couldn’t stop crying as he stared at the remains of his toy in his shaking hands. This was the third time this week. He so badly wanted to scream, but he was worried that it would attract more attention. He may be allowed to cry, but he drew the line at wailing. He was an Agreste, he could stay strong. No one needed to know what he could do.

His sniffling sounds brought over his mother though.

“Oh kitty,” she said soothingly. “Don’t cry. I’ll buy you a new one. You can control it next time.”

He gave her a sad look that displayed all the longing he had to be normal. “But mama, I can’t! I’ll just destroy it again. I’m a monster.”

His mother gently shook him from his despair. “You’re not a monster, sunshine. Life may have given you this power, but it doesn’t make you a monster. You have a kind heart, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

She cupped her hands over his, and took away the toy’s remains. “Now, let me take this. I’ll go buy you a new one. Thankfully no one saw you destroy that- they might not understand.”

She kissed his forehead and guided him to the playground swings. “I’ll be back. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.” Adrien gave her a small lopsided smile while wiping away his tears. “Thank you.”

He sighed as he watched his mother leave. He was alone again. It wasn’t crowded in the park today- only 3 other children were there. None seem to be paying him much attention. One kid was off at the sand box building some sort of castle as he hummed under his breath. Another kid was hiding behind a tree, writing something down on a notepad she carried along while watching the boy in the sand box.

The last child was holding a cat stuff toy on one hand as she swung across the monkey bars. Adrien flinched when he realized that her gaze was on him.

Did she see him destroy the toy?

Fear suddenly gripped his heart. This was what his parents warned him about, people will finally look at him differently. He was going to be Paris’ monster. The child that destroys everything he touches. The child that brings bad luck.

He braced himself for the inevitable scream from the girl, but instead she gave him a toothy grin. He stared at her for a few seconds before giving her a small, confused yet questioning smile.

It must have looked weird because she giggled and dropped herself off from the monkey bars with a graceful flourish.

She approached him enthusiastically, not showing any signs of fear. Adrien relaxed, she couldn’t have seen him destroy the toy. But as she came closer, she had a glint of excitement in her eyes that showed that she knew something.

“I saw you.” She said simply.

Adrien’s heart dropped. He gripped the chains on the swing and readied himself to run away. The young girl realized what he was about to do and consoled him.

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t go! I won’t tell anyone.” She said frantically. “I-I just wanted to say that- that, you have a gift!”

He stared at her smiling face sadly, and almost regretfully, he told her. “It’s not a gift.”

“But it is!” the girl insisted fervently. “That’s what my parents tell me.”

“You don’t understand!” he said bitterly, new tears now streaming down his face. He embarrassedly hid his face in hands.  

“But I do!” she said patiently. “I have a gift too.”

He raised his head and looked into her eyes- her bright bluebell eyes. “You do?”

She sat down on the ground in front of him and smiled. “I do.”

Adrien gaped at her. “I’m not alone?”

“You’re not alone.” She repeated.

Adrien just stared at the girl in front of him, taking in her midnight dark hair, her gorgeous eyes, and her pretty freckles. This girl was just like him. And for a moment, everything was okay.

“Why are you sitting on the ground?” Adrien questioned after long moments of silence. “Aren’t you worried you’ll get dirty?”

“Well, there is not other seats around, and I didn’t want to leave you alone when you are sad.” She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Almost at once, Adrien shot up from the swing and said, “Then sit here! You shouldn’t get your pretty dress dirty.”

“No, no, it’s alright!” she waved away his offer. “You were there first, it wouldn’t be fair.”

“N-no, I insist.” Adrien gave her a solemn look. “My daddy said that that’s what a gentleman would do.”

The girl contemplated it, “No, it’s alright. I’m fine on the ground.” She said firmly.

Adrien hesitated, but upon seeing her steely eyes, he gave in. “Alright, if you won’t take it, I’ll just sit down here with you.”

Adrien plopped down on the ground and gave her a friendly bump on the shoulder. “I’m Adrien. Ca-can we be friends?”

“Mari.” She responded, returning the bump with a wide beam. “And of course!”

They stayed there for a while, just talking about anything. Before today, Adrien didn’t allow himself to believe that he could ever make a friend. His first real friend.

It would be about half an hour before Mari’s parents would come by, and Adrien tried to make the most of it by joining her in the playground.

“I have to go,” Mari said as she saw her parents approaching. “But before I do, I want to give you something.”

She pulled him into the playground castle. It was a closed place, hiding them away from the rest of the slowly gathering crowd.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” she said nervously as she stared at him through her bangs.

He gave her the sincerest look he could possibly muster. “I promise.”

“Okay.” She said softly.

She stared at her hands, slowly opening and closing it as she shook ever so slightly.

“Uh, Mari?” Adrien asked questioningly.

“Shhh.” She said, giggling quietly. “I’m trying to focus.”

A bright red glow covered her hands. “Now, what’s your favorite color?”

“Black and green.”

She grinned and the red glow grew. All of the sudden, a stuff toy dropped out of nowhere onto her awaiting hands.

Adrien stared at it.  It was a medium sized black cat stuff toy. The ears were long and pointy and the electric green eyes were a little too comical to be realistic. A mischievous quality was almost visible and familiar to him, grinning at him in a liberating way.

“It’s for you.” Mari said shyly.

Adrien withdrew the hands that he didn’t even notice was reaching out to touch it. “I couldn’t.”

Mari’s face fell. “Oh, I understand. It’s alright.”

“No!” Adrien said anxiously. “It’s- it’s just that I’m worried it will get destroyed.”

“It won’t.” Mari said surely. “It’s my gift.”

Adrien tentatively stretched out to touch it. The moment his fingers hit the soft furry toy, he instinctively pulled back his hands as if he was afraid the toy would burn. When it didn’t, he let out a gasp and he took it slowly from Mari, cuddling it close to him.

“Your power is beautiful.” Adrien said gently.

“You’re beautiful.” Mari murmured.

Adrien felt a warm feeling spread itself across his chest. This girl didn’t see him as a monster. The most beautiful girl in the world thought he was beautiful.  Adrien felt lighter than he’s ever been.

“Thank you.” Adrien tried to put a much emotion as he could in those two words.

She only smiled tenderly in response.

When Mari’s parents arrived, Adrien almost couldn’t bear to say goodbye. But after assuring him that she would be there the next day, he beamed and shyly gave her a gentlemanly kiss on her hand.

“Goodbye, my lady.” He said to her retreating back. “See you tomorrow.”


Only, he didn’t. The next day, his family boarded themselves on a flight to China to find a healer- someone who can cure him of his gift. He came back 2 years later, without a cure, and without his mother.

He wouldn’t see his lady for another 10 years. By then, he didn’t even remember her face or her name.

He only remembered her eyes, her smile, her power and her kindness.

He remembered so little, but without a doubt in his mind, he knew he found her that fateful day he decided to use his powers for good.

He found her- his lady.

Ladybug, whoever you are behind that mask, I love you. 

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The One That Got Away [Chapter 4]

Chapter 4 of The One That Got Away

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

The big day was finally here and you were feeling anxious as you looked around your empty apartment. If these walls could talk, they would tell countless stories of the memories you and Jaebum shared within them.

Everything that transpired still felt surreal; like a bad nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. You still hadn’t heard from him since that night and you couldn’t blame him.

You were broken and so was he. It was best to let him mend on his own, any contact from you would only deepen the wound.

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One Day at a Time (chapter 3) Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: This is inspired by Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on a friend’s Tinder account recently. Lin gets chatting to you on tinder and you decide to meet, and quickly begin dating. You are about to fly to London to see if you can make the long distance thing work when you get a message from your recent ex saying they want to see you again, leaving you confused and unsure.

Warnings: Is this fluff? Is this angst? Who the hell knows. Note to self: don’t try writing what’s meant to be a fluffy fic while going through a breakup irl. Also I swear a lot.

A/N: Lin’s views on HP sauce are not my own and are based on this tweet. I honestly can’t stand the stuff. 

Word count: 6171 (I’ve been working night shifts, I got bored.)

Tags: I think this is everyone who wanted a tag, I lost my original tag list so I’m sorry If I’ve forgotten anyone:   @coolschmoolzines @ruth-hamilton-delrio @iputmyselfintothenarrative @invisiblerambler @mofoing-democraftic-republican @thedoctorsnerdgirl @21phantasticromances @buckybarneshairpullingkink @nesthemonster @rebel-with-cause


The first sight to greet you when you landed in London was the toilet basin. You weren’t sure if it was bad plane food or something you’d picked up from another passenger, but by the time you finally landed and made your way through customs you were sick, dizzy, and longing for bed. Perfect. This was just perfect. You had flown halfway across the world in the biggest act of bravery of your life only to be rewarded with a gut wrenching text from your ex, and a mild fever and sickness from your own body.

You headed out of the bathroom stall and made your way to the arrivals lounge. Your head was pounding and you felt just about ready to collapse, but you reassured yourself with the thought of seeing Lin again. You headed to the arrivals board where you’d arranged to meet, and scanned the crowd hoping to see him. You were sure you were in the right place, but maybe you’d got it wrong.

You checked your phone which was still struggling to switch over to a UK network. You’d kept your phone off for whole flight, not wanting to fixate on Kay’s message, although that was easier said than done. Your thoughts had jumped back and forth between Kay and Lin throughout the entire flight. You’d thought about Lin while watching the Paul Rudd romcom on the plan, you’d thought about Kay while picking at the compartmentalized mystery plane food, you’d thought about Lin as you overheard the unmistakable sounds of Illmatic coming though the passenger’s headphones in front of you, and now as you stared at your phone you thought of Kay and the message she’d sent you.

“Come on, come on” you grumbled to yourself, willing your phone to work. Eventually it began to show signs of life, vibrating non-stop as you received a handful of messages all at once. You set your suitcase down to read them.

Lin: Bit of a day! It’s RIDICULOUS how excited I am to see you, hurry up plane! X

Melissa: Safe travels, stay safe, and please bring home Cadburys, a souvenir Big Ben, and a terrible British accent. xxx

Kay: Please talk to me. I need to see you.

Melissa: RED ALERT! Kay has just shown up at my apartment looking for you! She says she’s trying to get in touch with you??

Melissa: Ok I  know this is none of my business but I don’t trust her. Don’t think about Kay, go have fun with Lin, I repeat: DON’T THINK ABOUT KAY.

Kay: Melissa says you’re away at the moment. Call me when you get back? I miss you xxx

Lin: Argh I might be late coming to meet you at the airport, we are behind schedule today, I’m coming as soon as I can though!! xxx

Lin: Nooooo!! Shooting is delayed by a couple of hours, I’m definitely not gonna make it in time I’m so sorry. I’ll send you directions back to my place and meet you there. I’m so sorry. I’ll be back soon! Xxx

You stood staring at your phone, which vibrated for the last time as Lin sent through directions to his place, and you sighed. This really wasn’t working out how you imagined. The fizzy feelings of butterflies in your stomach felt like so long ago now and you suddenly had the urge to turn around, jump on a plane and go home. What were you doing here? Why the hell did Kay have to send you that message? Why were things suddenly so much more confusing?

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Secret Kisses.

Requested from set #1

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

30: “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

22: “Me and the boys will handle this.”

24: “Your cute when you’re all worried.”


You hadn’t meant to, but you  had gained a crush on a certain super soldier. He was always so nice and caring. You could ask for the simplest of favors and he would say yes eagerly. You had become the Avengers mission consultant, and would sometimes help patch them up, and on occasion would go on missions after all you were a SHIELD agent before joining the Avengers team.

“Goodmorning Y/n.” Steve says walking into the kitchen, you smile and nod at him. “Did you sleep well last night?” he asks opening up the fridge to grab an apple.

“Yes I did actually. How about you?” you ask taking a sip of your coffee.
“It was alright. I had to stay up to finish my mission report last night so I didn’t get much sleep.” Steve says taking a bite of his apple.

“Well, you should take it easy today than.” Wanda gave you a skeptical look you kicked her from across the table, “we wouldn’t want captain America getting sick or anything.”

“Thanks Y/n but Sam and Bucky are in the training room and it’s probably not the best idea to leave them alone for too long.” Steve says chuckling a little, before walking out.

“What was that for?” you ask Wanda who just rolled her eyes.

“When are you going to tell him you like him?” she asks taking a bite of her toast, Wanda had known about your crush on Steve since day one, and she’s been trying to push you to get together with him.

“Look, I like the speed everything is going at.” you defend.

“Ya by the time you’re 50 you two should finally be having your first kiss.” Natasha teases walking into the kitchen herself.

“Ew which means that Steve will be like what 150 years old.” Wanda says scrunching her nose.

“Shut up you two. If anything is going to happen between me and Steve we’ll be the ones making it happen, not because you two want it to happen.” You say scowling at the two girls who seemed  to be teaming up against you.

14 hours later.

It was now 11PM and you were still up trying to fix out all of the paper work and mission reports to send to headquarters. You were running solely on coffee and energy bars. Which was not a good mix. So once you shut your laptop you curled up on the couch and closed your eyes, quickly falling asleep.

Steve’s POV:

Bucky had woken up screaming again and didn’t want to go back to bed, so I suggested a movie. So while Bucky went to pick out the movie I went to supply us with snacks.

“Um Steve?!” I quickly ran out to Bucky to see what was happening. He pointed to the couch where I saw Y/n asleep, she had all the paperwork and mission reports surrounding her and her laptop on the floor next to her. “Should we wake her up?” Bucky asks.

“No, I’ll take her to her bed.” I say going over to her and scooping her up bridal style. Her head fell onto my shoulder and one of her hands fell onto my chest, I carefully started walking towards her bedroom, trying not to wake her up. She looked so peaceful.

Y/n POV:

You felt yourself being lifted up but you were too tired to even want to open your eyes, it wasn’t until you heard a low soft voice whisper goodnight into your ear that you faintly opened your eyes but you quickly closed them again and felt a soft kiss being placed on your forehead. You quickly fell asleep again.

The next morning you only faintly remember being moved from the couch to your bed, but you had no clue how you had gotten there. It seemed like it was magic.

“Goodmorning.” you say happily entering the kitchen to find everybody else already up. Steve looked up and said good morning before returning eating his waffles. “Hey does anybody know how I got to my bed?” you ask getting a cup down for coffee.

“Yeah Steve carried you to your bed.” you heard Bucky say and than you froze. But quickly continued what you were doing.

Steve’s POV:

“Yeah Steve carried you to your bed.” Bucky said smirking a little as everybody turned to look at Steve. Y/n didn’t seem to think anything of it though.

“I didn’t want to have to wake you up.” I say giving Bucky a glare. He just shrugged and continued eating.

“Well um_ thank you.” Y/n says smiling at me. I nod and avoid everybody’s eye contact. I could tell Sam was laughing and Natasha had one eyebrow raised at me. While Tony was probably just rolling his eyes.

“Well I’m going to go to training.” I say getting up and leaving as fast as I can. I had only been alone for 7 minutes before the rest of the team showed up.

“So when are you going to ask Y/n out or are you just going to make googly eyes at her until she kisses you?” Sam asks picking up a weight.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve says lifting his own weights.

“Oh come on Steve! It’s pretty obvious that you two like each other.” Bucky says while sparing Natasha.

“Ya come on old man just make a move already.” Natasha yells out. Steve shakes his head.

“I_ I don’t know how okay. I’m waiting for the right moment.” Steve says frustrated that his team was talking about his personal life.

“You’re never going to have the perfect moment you just make a move.” Sam points out and everybody agrees.

“Can we not talk about this please?” everybody nods “Thank you.” Steve says lifting his weights again.

“So do you think Y/n will have to make the move?” Tony asks, and Steve sighs while the rest of the team start to talk about it.

6 hours later.

“It’s just a small data extraction job, and to cause the least commotion we are only going to be sending Steve in. Do we understand?” Natasha says and everybody nods although you were annoyed. Couldn’t they send another person with him? He wasn’t going to be safe by himself and no offense to him but he sucked with computers.

“Hey I’ll be fine.” Steve says smiling at you, you hadn’t realized you were giving the expression of what you were thinking.

“I know. Just be careful.” you say and he nods before heading towards the jet to leave.

10 hours.

“Where is he?” you yell and everybody goes quiet.

Steve had gotten to the Hydra base perfectly fine but there were a lot more agents than what we had expected and he was all alone and his com had gotten blown out. Nobody knew what was happening and this was getting to you. Was he gone? Had you not gotten the chance to admit your feelings because you were too scared?

“Y/n he is alright.” Sam assures you nod but you didn’t believe him no you wouldn’t believe anybody not until you saw him walking in those doors. Not until you could run up to him and hug him not until you could look into his blue eyes. No you wouldn’t believe anyone. Not unless he was right in front of you. And as if the world was reading your mind the doors opened to reveal Steve, was bruised and beaten but he seemed mostly alright.

You ran up to him and hugged him Steve enveloping you into his arms also, but soon you pushed away and looked up at him.

“What happen? You didn’t contact us, I thought you were dead.” you scold while you felt tears threaten to spill over and out of your eyes.

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.” Steve says smiling at you, he than looked up at the rest of the team who had remained quiet during your guys’ moment. “But I didn’t get the data.” he says shaking his head.
“Hey just as long as you got here in one piece that’s what matters.” Wanda says.

“But we still need that data.” Tony shakes his head, “and now they know we want it so we need to act fast.”

4 hours later

“Okay so we’re taking Y/n on this mission, she will be the one gathering the data that SHIELD needs. So Captain, Bucky, and Sam will go in with her while the rest of us take out the guards on the outside.” Natasha explains and everybody nods.

“It should only take up to 3-8 minutes for the data to download. So you’ll need to be distracting them while taking them out.” you say while putting on the tactical gear. You started putting on one of the belts but it seemed to be too big, you huffed and frowned.

“Here let me help you.” Steve says walking over to you and grabbing the belt. He pulled the belt and it tightened making you take a step towards him. “Thanks.” you say smiling at him.

“Of course.” Steve says looking down at you,

“Hey lovebirds. We need to get onto the jet.” Sam says walking onto the jet himself, you felt your face heat up while you saw Steve’s face also go red.

You all ran onto the jet for the 7 hour flight that you were about to sit through. You spread yourself out across a bench, and close your eyes. You might as well get some sleep before this mission.

Steve’s POV:

Y/n had fallen asleep and it was time to jump out of the jet. “Here I’ll get her you guys go ahead.” I say while everybody started putting on the parachutes.

“Hey Y/n.” I kneel down to be on her level, getting close to her ear, “Y/n, hey doll wake up.” I lean down and softly kiss her forehead, before shaking her a little she slowly opens her eyes and smiles. “Hey, we need to get going.” I say smiling at her. She nods and gets up and walks over to get her parachute on.

“You know whenever you wake me up you don’t kiss me.” Bucky says putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Shut up Barnes.” I say shaking my head and smiling a little.

“I’m just saying. Maybe I want a good morning kiss.” Bucky jokes while the door opens.

“Just jump out of the plain.” I say while Bucky salutes me and jumps out Sam following him than the rest of the team.


Once everybody hit the ground the fighting started, and you had forgotten the adrenaline rush you got from being in the field it made you wonder why you ever left.

While you, Bucky, Steve, and Sam all made your way inside you had taken down a few guys but it was mainly the boys taking out the Hydra agents.

“Y/n once we get to the computer you start working we don’t want to be here for longer than we need to.” Steve says and you nod looking for the computer.

“I think it’s in here.” you say entering a very nasty smelling room. You felt yourself go into shock as you saw all the blood that covered the walls in this room.

“Hey are you_ Y/n come on let’s go.” Steve says grabbing and dragging you out of the room. You remembered why you left again. “Hey are you okay?” Steve asks while Bucky and Sam fought the agents away.

“Yeah I’m fine.” you lie Steve obviously seeing through it. “I think the computer is in the next room.” you say running towards it. Bingo, you quickly ran towards the computer and started hacking and plugged in the usb. That is until about 20 hydra agents entered.

The boys all got ready to fight and you quickly ran to their side.

“Me and the boys will handle this.” Steve says nodding, you looked between the hydra agents and Steve a couple times before returning to the computer.

It had taken 10 minutes for the data to download because they had added some extra encryptions to the file you needed, but finally you were on your way out. “I got the file we can go.” you confirm grabbing the usb drive. Steve ran up to you and grabbed your hand.

“Steve watch out!” Bucky yells but it was too late, a hydra agent had already shot but in an instant you pushed him out of the way taking the bullet yourself.

“Y/n!” Steve yells grabbing you before you could hit the ground. “Hey Y/n stay with me okay? Stay with me.”

You slowly faded into darkness though.

Steve’s POV:

I heard the echo of a gun fire and before I knew it I had hit the ground but it’s wasn’t because I had gotten hit no, I felt myself being pushed. I looked up to see the bullet enter Y/n. She quickly started falling so I got up and caught her.

“Hey Y/n stay with me okay? Stay with me.” her eyes closed though. “No! Y/n you have to stay with me okay.” Sam and Bucky quickly ran over to us.

“We need to get her to a hospital and fast.” Sam says while getting onto the com to inform the team to tell the medical base to be prepared for your arrival.

The entire flight to the medical station I didn’t leave her side. How could I?

15 hours later.

Y/n was still in her coma. Everybody had gone to get some food for me, but I couldn’t leave her side. “Y/n you have to make this do you understand? I_ I can’t lose you, not like this.” I say a tear running down my face. I slowly lift her hand to my lips and softly kiss it, before standing up and placing a kiss to the side of her mouth. I laid my forehead on hers.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” I look up in shock. “You only kiss me when I’m sleeping, why?” she asks frowning a little.

“You’re alright! Thank god.” Steve says smiling.  

“You never answered my question.” Y/n says tiredly.

“Because, I’m an idiot. So Y/n now that you are awake. Can I give you a proper kiss?” Steve asks, you look up at him and smile and nod.

He slowly looked at your lips before closing his eyes while you close your eyes too. His lips crash onto yours starting out as a soft and innocent kiss but turning into more.

“Oh my god! It happen!” you hear wanda squeal so Steve turns around to see the entire team standing here.

“Gosh finally! I was sick of the googly eyes you two kept making.” Tony says sending you a wink.

You smiled, up at Steve whose face was now red as the rest of the team cheered you two on.

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😊You Don’t Have To Go (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: College is approaching which puts a stress on Ethan and your relationship. Based off of You Don’t Have To Go by Christian Collins!

Warnings: None

A/N: Working on E smut which I plan to have posted within the next few days! Here is something for you guys to read while you wait :) H/C means Home Country

Originally posted by thedolangifs

4 and half hours left.

Today was different for Ethan and I. Normally Ethan will come during breaks and we spend time watching Netflix and cuddling or cooking things together. We spend as much time together as possible before he has to leave and go back to work. But this time things were different. Things would be farther.

I was upstairs in my room packing up the last bits of my room deciding what goes with me and what stays home. Cute lamp from target? Goes! Giant bear I got when I was 10? Stays. Ethan is sitting in a swivel chair on his phone. He is not happy and I knew it. Our relationship has gone through two years of a few states away from each other but not another country. I was accepted to the University of Padua in Italy for medical research and I wasn’t turning down the opportunity and Ethan knew that.

“Hey babe.” I said and nothing. I looked around my naked room and saw my bags on the floor ready to go. I had to be at the airport in a few hours and I don’t want to spend my last memory with Ethan mad at me.

“Y/N! Ready?” My mom hollers. I look at Ethan who grabs two of my suit cases and my backpack and I grab one bag and kiss his cheek. He doesn’t react which bugged me. This could be our last day together for awhile and I don’t want to spend it arguing. I walked down the stairs first as Ethan followed and we shoved everything in my car. “Okay your dad and I are going to Il Dolce! Do you or Ethan want anything?” My mom asked.

“No thank you.” Ethan says and I nodded in agreement with him. My mom shakes her head and leaves him and I alone. I decided to be bold with him. He walks up the stairs and I follow behind him. We go to my room and I shut the door behind us.

“Why are you acting like a jerk on our last day together?” He looked at me and laughed.

“Are you serious Y/N? You’re going to Italy! How the hell am I supposed to get to Italy every other month?! I’m here on "business” and they don’t have much business in Italy for me.“ Ethan says with a smirk on his face. I don’t respond. "I mean you could be a doctor or whatever it is you want to do here at home. You don’t have to go all the way to Italy!” Ethan looks at my cluttered bed. I look at him. “You don’t have to go.” He says quietly and I knew I didn’t have to go, but I wanted to. Going to another country for schooling was too cool to just pass up. I sat down next to him on my bed.

“Babe I know you’re upset. Believe me I would be so upset if I was in your shoes, but you need to understand this is my dream. This is what I want in life. This is where I need to be right now. Believe me I love you Ethan with all of my heart. Don’t think for one second I don’t, but you need to understand that I want nothing more in life then to have you there for me. If you could I would want you there with me. I know I’m just rambling but I need to do this for me. Now if you don’t want to be together that’s fine but I need to know now.” I said and Ethan sat there and stared at his lap.

“I need to go.” He said and he stood up and walked out of my room. I sat there on my bed and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He left. After everything we’ve been through he just left me hanging. I loved him so much why would he leave. I stood to my feet and wiped my eyes. At least I have my answer now. I walked down the stairs and watched some Friends before I left.

   *2 hours left*

About 30 minutes later someone walked through the door. It was my mom and my dad with smiles on their faces. “Hey Y/N how are you doing?” My mom asked as she shut the door behind her.

“I’m good just watching some show before leaving. How was Il Dolce?” I responded smiling.

“Delightful! Oh Y/N we’d better get going your flight leaves soon.” My Dad said and I stood to my feet and unplugged my phone from the charger. No texts or anything from Ethan. I can’t say I was heartbroken. But I did feel a loss but maybe this is a new start for me. Plus I’ve heard Italian boys were where it’s at. Even though I knew I loved Ethan, I knew that this was a new chapter in my life that I had to start whether I wanted to or not. I got inside of my blue volkswagon and my parents got in their car and we started driving. I was playing Love Yourself as I drove down the road. My parents were in front of me as I sang my heart out. I was thinking about all the cool things in Italy. My roommate, my classes, my dorm room, and all of the foreignness it brings!

We arrived at the airport and we checked in. They loaded my bags. I looked at my mom and dad and smiled. “We are so proud of you Y/N.” My mom says squeezing me. I smiled and squeezed her back.

“Even though Ethan isn’t here, we know he would want this for you even though he may not act like it.” My dad said and I nodded. I guess they heard the news of Ethan and I and I didn’t even have to tell them.

Now boarding flight A17 to Los Angeles. Flight A17 to Los Angeles.

I guess this was it. Ethan wasn’t here. He wasn’t going to show up. Just my parents and me. “That’s my flight.” I said and a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Y/N don’t be a baby. You’ve got this. You’re going to do wonders in the world I just know it! Do you understand me? Don’t let some boy get you down! You’ve got this. I believe in you! Now go save some lives and make sure to write and call.” My mom said to me and I stood straight up. She was right. I don’t need to let a boy ruin my day or night or anything in between. I grabbed my Victoria secret bag carry on and walked through security. I gave my ticket to the blond haired ponytail lady and I turned around and waved at my parents. Smiling I walked on the plane. I pulled my headphones out and plugged them into my phone. I straightened my thick framed glasses and I posted a cute snap on my story captioned with “Single and ready to mingle. Italy here I come.” And turned my phone on airplane mode and enjoyed my flight to LA. Then to Italy.


After my 20 hour flight I landed in Rome. I grabbed some food and went straight to my dorm. My roommate was super cute. She had bouncing red curls and a braced smile. She was absolutely adorable. “Hi my name is Annie! I’m your roommate!” She says and I smiled.

“Nice to meet you Annie! I’m Y/N! Where are you from?” I smiled to her.

“Ontario, Canada! You’re from H/S right?” She asks and I nod. Soon we heard a knocking on our door. “That’s my brother will you get that for me?” She asks and I nodded. I ran to the door and opened it revealing a familiar face with even more familiar lips as they pressed against mine. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled closer. I deepened the kiss, but then remembered I was in Italy. I pulled back and looked at him.

“Ethan what on earth are you doing here?! In Italy?!” He grabbed my hands and smiled.

“I am so sorry. I was being dumb. I was too focused on me and what I wanted and I didn’t think about you at all and I am so sorry Y/N. I don’t expect you to forgive me but please don’t leave me. We’ll make it work. I know we can.” He says and I smiled.

“Ethan I love you so much. You know I do, but I just need to take time for myself. I just want to be single for a little bit.” I said and Ethan’s heart looked like it had broken to a million pieces. I felt bad looking at his sad eyes. I looked down to my feet. I started to smile and I sniffled to keep the act going. I started laughing and I pulled him for another kiss. “Wow sometimes you are so dumb.” I said and we both laughed as we kissed again.

“Don’t do that to me Y/N!” He whined which I just laughed and kissed him again.

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#95 w/ j-hope pls!

Prompt request: “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Hoseok’s dance competition takes place during his birthday, leaving you in Seoul and him in New York. Luckily, you, being an amazing girlfriend, are able to pull some strings.

Word count: 1.3k works

“I miss you, babe,” Hoseok said, pouting dramatically. The video call was grainy and the sound was terribly distorted, but it was enough. “I’m so lonely.

“It’s only been a week,” you laughed, even though you felt the same way. “I think we’ll survive.”

“I know, I just wish you were here,” Hoseok said, serious this time. “I don’t like being away from you. And I don’t even get to spend my birthday with you!”

“I don’t like it either, Hobi,” you agreed with a sad smile. You yawned loudly, almost succumbing to the immense tiredness you felt. “I need to go to bed soon.”

“I keep on forgetting about the time difference,” your boyfriend said sheepishly. “Go to sleep now. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck at semi-finals today,” you grinned widely, your eyes turning into little crescents that Hoseok adored. “I know you’ll advance.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Hoseok laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

“Bye, Hoseok,” you said, moving your cursor to end the call. “I love you.”

“Love you, too!” he shouted, making a heart sign with his arms. You laughed as you ended the call.

Immediately, you jumped up. You grabbed the backpack that sat beside your bed. With our passport in one hand and your boarding pass in the other, you slipped out of your apartment. As if you were going to miss your boyfriend’s birthday!

You hurried downstairs where a taxi was waiting for you. Once you had settled in the car, you told the driver you’d tip him extra if he could get you to the airport as quickly as possible. After all, you had a plane to catch and a cute boyfriend to see.

The flight was long. Torturously long. Luckily, it was one of those planes that had WiFi, so you were able to talk to Hoseok. Just like you expected, he and his crew advanced to the finals. He was in a hip hop group that originated from Seoul but was notorious worldwide. They were going to face off against another crew from London.

Best of all, Hoseok didn’t expect a thing.

Currently, you were waiting for the airport shuttle with a few other passengers. Since you had some time to kill, you pulled out your phone to message Hoseok.

SENT 10:53 AM

Happy birthday boo!!!! Good luck today 💕


Thanks Y/N 💘 I’ll win for u!!!!

SENT 10:55 AM

Ur always #1 in my heart 😘 but I know you’ll win anyway

The shuttle finally pulled up in front of you. You boarded the bus and sat near the back, your backpack clutched tightly against your chest. You were nervous travelling in a new city alone, but for Hoseok, you’d do anything.

A little while into the ride, you remembered to message Jimin. He was a member of Hoseok’s crew and had also agreed to help you with your birthday surprise.

SENT 11:26 AM



wtf ok

SENT 11:27 AM

Just remember to stick to the plan ok


i don’t know how u convinced me to do this

SENT 11:29 AM

For the sake of true love???? Anyway, if anything goes wrong it’s on u

After about an hour, you arrived at the hotel Hoseok was staying at. Luckily, he wasn’t sharing a room with Jimin. Your wingman provided you with his suite number, so you attempted to navigate the huge hotel. The competition was also being held at this luxurious complex, since it was equipped with a stage and theatre.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jimin’s suite. You knocked on the door furiously, and you could hear Jimin cursing as he hurried to let you in.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he hissed, throwing the door open and ushering you in. “Please relax.”

“I can’t,” you said, flopping onto Jimin’s unmade bed. “I’m so nervous. How is Hoseok? Confident? Sad? Excited?”

“He’s pretty calm, actually,” Jimin informed you, sitting beside you. “You know how he gets, though. He’s been reviewing our choreography nonstop.”

You and Jimin talked for a few minutes before a text alert interrupted your conversation. Jimin checked his phone and stood up.

“Hoseok wants us to practice one last time before we compete,” Jimin explained as he slipped on a pair of sneakers. “You know where to go, right?”

You nodded, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of seeing Hoseok perform. Once Jimin left, you dumped the contents of your backpack onto his bed. You had thrown in an outfit to wear. It was chic and all black, which you figured was suitable for a hip hop dance competition. After half an hour, you had gotten changed and applied some light makeup.

Your phone buzzed quietly. You patted around the messy bed, finally locating the device. It was a message from Hoseok.


I know you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to say I love you a lot. I’m pretty nervous, but thinking about you makes me feel better. I’ll do my best for you

You felt yourself smiling, a few tears pricking your eyes. You blinked them away and stood up. The finals were starting soon.

The other crew performed first, but they were no match for Hoseok. His team performed crime-inspired choreography. It was raw and powerful, and each member moved in perfect unison. Then, Hoseok performed a solo piece. Each move was sharp and strong, and the fluid dance was punctuated by athletic displays if flips and rolls.

It was no surprise that the judges announced that, unanimously, Hoseok’s crew had won.

The entire crowd roared in congratulations. Even Hoseok’s opponents were cheering. You watched happily from the sidelines. But once Hoseok and his crew took the mic to accept their victory and the trophy, you knew what you had to do.

You snuck backstage, greeted by the Hoseok’s sound technician, Namjoon. He grinned at you, realizing your plan, and shot you a thumbs up.

Slipping through the curtains, you were immediately met by blinding lights. Hoseok was addressing the crowd.

“This means so much to all of us,” Hoseok said. “These dancers became my brothers, and we have sacrificed our blood, sweat, and tears to get where we are now. I would never have become the person I am today without them. I’d also like to thank my girlfriend who has supported me through everything, and even though she couldn’t be here–”

Jimin tapped Hoseok’s shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence. Hoseok looked him, confused, until Jimin motioned to look behind him. Slowly Hoseok turned, and then he saw you.

It was like time slowed. You saw his eyes widen in slow motion and his lips moved silently. You both stood there, unmoving, for several moments.

Then, time caught up, and you were in each others arms. Hoseok spun you around, before setting you on your feet and kissing you roughly. His hands held your face gently, and your kiss turned salty as Hoseok began to cry.

Gently, you pulled yourself away.

“You really came,” Hoseok whispered, smiling radiantly despite his tears. “I love you so much, Y/N. Seeing you makes me happier than any damn trophy I could ever get.”

“Happy birthday,” you laughed, a few of your own tears sliding down your cheeks. “I would do anything for you. And I missed you too much to stay away.”

Hoseok pulled you into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of your head. In the background, the crowd applauded thunderously.

“For the record,” you said, “I told you that you would win.”

- Girl in Luv

I really wanted to post this request on the 17th. But I got stuck working till 12:30 AM so missed Hobi’s bday 💔 Also I wrote another story but I hated it?? So here I am, it’s 4 AM, and I hate myself. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed. J-Hope, stay gold!! Happy birthday


I’m so sorry for the wait on this request and I am also sorry if the story sounds redondant! A lot of people already wrote a story based on what happened to Kim K. in Paris and it is really hard to do something different. I hope you like it though xx

Warning : No hate towards Paris, I mean I’m legit french so why whould I send hate to my country ya know !

“Goodnight, guys! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N waved at the small group of french fans that had showed up in front of her hotel. She climbed up the stairs tiredly, followed by her bodyguard. “I love Paris. They’re really nice, aren’t they?” She stated, letting out a content sigh. “Yeah, they actually are.” Hey bodyguard replied, sending a smile. “I’ll join you upstairs, I’ll go and check the lobby.” He stated, before walking back downstairs, leaving Y/N alone.

Having a bodyguard following every single of your steps wasn’t common but when you had about 10 million followers on social media and had some numbers one singles all around the world, it was pretty much necessary. And Y/N had had the change of knowing her bodyguard, Dave, for a long while as they were long time friends. Y/N was on a trip to Paris for the weekend to promote her latest single and she had always been amazed by the beauty of this city and the kindness of its people.

After giving a little private show for a famous radio, she had spent a few minutes with her fans standing outside of her hotel before climbing to get some rest. The first day of her trip had been amazing so far.

Once she had found her room number, she was about to walk in when she noticed that the door was opened. Nerves suddenly flashed her body as she gently pushed the door , allowing her to step inside and as soon as she did, she felt her heart flinch. And she was now left motionless by fear. A gun was pointed to her head. Too men stood there, black hoods over their heads, hiding their identity. “Give us what you got.” One of the men said, his accent barely understandable and Y/N glanced down to her finger. The sight of the sliver ring blurred by her tears. Without even thinking, she slid the ring on her finger and within a second, on e of the men had it in his hands and in a bag where she could catch a glimpse of a few of her belongings. She knew she should have screamed for her life but fear had caught up on her and she was paralyzed.

“Hey!” She jumped at the sound of Dave calling out after them and the men quickly ran off. Her bodyguard tried to run after them but they were too fast and before anyone could understand what had just happened, they were already far gone.

“Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Dave rambled, a hint of panic in his voice as he gripped onto her arms carefully. And despite the worried stare of her friend on her, she couldn’t was speechless. Y/N shrugged him off before walking to the couch and sitting down on it slowly, taking a moment to register the actions, feeling the coldness of the gun on her forehead all over again and she was suddenly hit by a wave panic as her breathing became less and less easy for her. Dave sat down next to her, phone pressed against his ear as he was calling the police but Y/N didn’t care about them, she needed to talk to him.

A couple of minutes later, the police was already around the room, checking everything as they had put a blanket over Y/N’s shoulders, as if it was going to change anything. “Call him.” Y/N ordered as her eyes finally moved from the floor to look up to her friend. And it didn’t took long for Dave to understand. He pulled out his phone and dialled the number that he knew all too well.

“Hey. Something happened. Her room got robbed. Yes, she’s right here. No, Joe, just calm do-” Dave spoke, replying to Joe on the other side of the phone and the tears were now unstoppable from Y/N’s cheeks as she was still shaking from horror. She could her the voice of her lover raising in volume as Dave explained what had happened. Y/N reached out of the phone, exchanging a look with Dave before grabbing the phone and bringing to her ear, doing her best to stay calm.

“Love, are you okay? What happened?” Her boyfriend asked, anger evident in his voice as she let out a sigh. “They put a fucking gun to my head. I’m terrified, Joe. I need you.” Y/N rambled as she felt as if she couldn’t stop talking now that she had heard his voice. “Shhh, baby please just take a deep breath and focus on my voice, alright?” Joe ordered, his voice calmer as he was trying to sooth her down and Y/N nodded, forgetting that it was technically impossible for him to see her since he was in England. She took in a deep breath, just as told and listened to her lover’s words. “I just booked the first flight that I could get, I’ll be there in about 3 hours. Love, please just try to stay calm, It won’t take long for me to get here, I promise. I love you, alright.” Joe said, speaking slowly as he was about to get out of their shared house and drive to the airport. “I love you too.” Y/N replied, barely above a whisper as she smiled to herself at the thought of simply wrapping her arms around him.

And Joe was right. A few hours later, he was now in Paris, walking through the dark streets as it was late. And it didn’t took long for him to find the hotel and quickly climb up the stairs to the floor where her room was.

“I’m her boyfriend just let me in!” Joe exclaimed, anger running through his veins as the french policemen wouldn’t let him in, barely understanding what he was saying. Y/N stood up at the sound of the voice and stepped out of the room, where her eyes fell on him and without hesitating, she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him as if he was about to fly away. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere now.” Joe whispered in her ear as he dropping soft kisses along her neck, running his fingers through her hair, not even paying attention the people watching him. “I want to go home.” Y/N stated, as she buried her head into the crock of his neck, inhaling his reassuring scent. “Tomorrow, don’t worry. We’ll cancel everything. Your safety is what matters the most.” Joe admitted after they had pulled away, brushing his fingers against her cheek his blue eyes staring deeply into hers.

And this time he was able to see the nod that she gave him as Joe pressed a soft kiss on her lips, before Dave got in charge of giving them another room in another hotel, closer to the airport so they would be able to go home as soon as they could.

All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!


You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.


“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.


“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.


“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”


“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”


You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”


It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.


“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.


spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.


a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.


LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.

Un-Thinkable (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader and Roman have a secret and it’s beginning to rip a hole in their hearts. Will they ever act on it?

**A/N: ** This is the trilogy to “Mercy”. The song for this is “Un-Thinkable (I’m Ready)” by Alicia Keys. This should be the final part of the entire miniseries. I hope y’all like it.

**S/B: ** I know I said Valentine’s Day but the suspense of releasing this last part was killing me.

Read Part 1: Mercy  Read Part 2: This Woman’s Work

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“Moment of honesty

Someones gotta take the lead tonight

Who’s it gonna be?

I’m gonna sit right here

And tell you all that comes to me

If you have something to say

You should say it right now….”

     8:06 a.m., 8:07 a.m., 8:08 a.m. The time kept ticking as Roman laid up on his couch in the early hours of the morning. He was ready to leave for New York over an hour earlier but Seth had told him to wait. The banging on the door startled him up from the slumber, he began to drift off to.

      “I’m comin’. Hang on.” He got up, fighting between being awake and being asleep. Seth made his way inside with Dean following slowly behind him, pulling out a chair at the dining room table.

       “What’s the delay?” Roman asked. “I had to reschedule the flight heading to New York to ten.”

       Seth stared at Dean, who quietly shifted in his seat. “Tell him, Dean.”

       “I shouldn’t. I already told you too much.”

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 6

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] | [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9] [Pt 10]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,885

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET THIS UP. BLESS. It involved strategic planning on my part that was accompanied by lots of failure before success, but I’ll write about that elsewhere :p Just know that not having Wifi sucks, and that I really appreciate everyone who looks forward to this story <3

The following morning, after a quiet breakfast, Jin helps you into his car and drives you home. On the ride, he explains to you how to take care of your wrist, and what to do if it begins to worsen for some reason. You find yourself smiling fondly as he speaks, still eternally grateful for the kindness he has shown you in the last 24 hours.

“Thank you, again,” you whispers as you grip the door handle and push the car door open, Jin having pulled into a parking spot in front of your complex just seconds before. You get one foot out the door before Jin reaches his hand out and grips your forearm gently, causing you to pause.

“I…you…,” he says, struggling to find the right words as he meets your quizzical stare head on.

Jin can’t just let you leave like this. He can’t just let you walk away and into Namjoon’s hands—he would be a fool to let you do that. But…he also knows that he can’t stop you from going to Namjoon. At the moment, you’re Namjoon’s to protect—Namjoon got you into this mess, after all—but that doesn’t mean Jin isn’t going to try and help you. The least he can do is give you a safe space—an area where there’s a neutral party—and that place is with him.

“You know where to find me. Here’s my personal number,” he says, quickly snatching his business card out of thin air, placing it into your palm. Blinking, you stare at the card, Jin’s soothing hands enclosing around yours, and then look up at him.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because while I believe you’re a girl of good intentions, and have the capacity to make smart choices—the path you’re starting to head down…the path Namjoon will likely entice you travel—it’s a dangerous one. And I want you to have someone to go to when you need a moment of serenity.”

“And that someone is you?” you question. Jin squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“I would like for you to think so.”

“Then I’ll remember this,” you say, waving the card trapped between your fingertips. At seeing the promise in your eyes, Jin smiles smally and releases your hand, watching you as you slip from the passenger seat and stand beside his car. After closing the door you wave, thanking him one last time, and start away.

You don’t look back to see whether or not Jin is still watching you. You’re already preoccupied—mind working to find a solution to your current situation—a solution that will let you live peacefully and maybe continue to see Namjoon at the same time—but you’re beginning to realize that such an solution may not be logical. Such an answer may not even exist.

You know that you’re being stupid about this—you’re beginning to harvest feelings for a man that had kidnapped you and had sex with you. A man who had taken advantage of you and is involved in the mafia, apparently. Your life is beginning to seem like a movie scene—but this isn’t a movie!

You’re a real person—with a real life! You want Namjoon but you also want normalcy! But at this point you feel that neither is attainable!

What are you going to do?

Sighing, you finally make it up two flights of stairs and to your apartment door. You unlock said door effortlessly, shoving inside and kicking your shoves off at the landing—too busy with your endless thoughts to notice that a pair of shoes not belonging to you are also there.

Depositing your bag a little further in, at the legs of your kitchen table, you run a hand through your hair and make a b-line for your bedroom—because even though Jin’s guest bed had been comfy, you’d been unable to sleep soundlessly with so much going on.

However, before you can get to your bedroom door—just as you’re walking past the sofa—a strong arm wraps around your middle and you scream, being flung backwards. You land on something rock solid and clearly un-couch like—and at the realization that the thing you’re sitting on is a person you yell again, attempting to break free.

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This is actually a combination of three requests for a Josh imagine.

Yay Jish.

Edit: I love Debby Ryan with all of my heart. She was the first name that came to mind when I was writing this. In retrospect, I should’ve made up a character to use instead of Debby.

Warnings: Alcohol mention, its kinda sad bc sad Jish, SMUT. kthx.

Words. 4.7k jeebus.


You and Josh had been best friends for years and years. Your parents had taken him on vacations with your family when you were kids, he was one of your dad’s groomsman at the renewal of your parent’s wedding vows. He had been there with you through everything.

You woke up as you heard your phone ringing.

“Hello?” you ask, trying to fight off a yawn as you woke up and checked the clock to see it was 11.

“Sh-she br-broke up with m-me.” you hear someone sob on the other end of the phone.

“Joshua, hon? Is that you?” you ask as you sit up in your bed. You hear him whimper his response into the phone.

You sat and listened as he tried to tell you about the break up with Debbie through his sobs. Your heart was being torn apart as he cried and told you what happened. You had been in love with Josh for years. You never pursued it as you wouldn’t be able to function if you lost him.

He had been your best friend forever. You couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t your best friend. Sure, you had other friends, but you had always had Josh.

The two of you talked on the phone for 4 hours and 32 minutes. He would calm down and say he was okay and then immediately break into hysterics again he only hung up because he had to get ready for a show. He would be okay for a little bit. He would have Tyler and he could hit his drums as hard as need be. You were still worried about it.

He acted tough and all, but you had seen him at his worst and you could tell that he would try to slip back in to it if you let him. You texted Tyler as you sat and thought about what you could do.

“Tyyyyyy” you texted.

“What do you want, punk?”

“Josh and Debbie broke up. I just got off the phone with J. He is destroyed.” you tell him.

“He didn’t even tell me. He is currently warming up and I’m afraid he is going to hurt himself with how hard he’s playing.”

“He is taking it really badly. Can you get him to chill out on the drums and save it for the show?” you ask.

“[Y/n], you know he is only going to listen to you. He has always only listened to you.” he tells you matter of factly.

“Damn. I know. Just, please keep him safe.”

“Why dont you just fly out and surprise him. He would love it. You can just stay on tour with us after. You can meet all the other guys on the tour. Make a good thing out of this. It’ll be fun. We have an actual bus this time. No van benches for youuu.” he tried to convince you.

Of course he knew that wouldn’t turn it down. You cares about Josh too much and he knew that Josh needed you.

“Fine. Where’s your next stop? I will buy a plane ticket.” you said. You had made an agreement with Tyler that he would reimburse you for the ticket because Josh needed you. You bought the ticket to the next stop. You were to board the plane at 7:35 am tomorrow morning to their next show. You packed a duffle bag and started a group message with the guys from Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco and their managers.

“Hey all - It’s [Y/N], (Josh’s best friend) I just wanted to let you know that Joshua is in a bad place right now. At Ty’s request, I’m flying out tomorrow to rendezvous and surprise him and try to get him out of the post-break up rut. If you could not tell him, that’d be great but I wanted to let you all know that he is having a rough time right now. Thanks!”

The tour had just started and it wouldn’t be over for 6 months. You were used to getting up and going at a moments notice so you didn’t have much aside from your camera equipment. You were a photographer and made a good living off of it through band photography.

You had everything packed in about an hour. You decided to watch a couple movies and clean up your apartment.

You heard your phone ring with Pete’s ringtone. “Oh fuck, that’s what I forgot to do. I want pizza.” You had recorded it accidentally recorded it the last time you saw him and you thought it described him pretty well.

“Peter Wentz, what can I do for you?” you picked up the phone as you continued cleaning.

“Do you need someone to pick you up from the airport tomorrow? I’m picking up Meagan and can take you too.” he asked, skipping formalities.

“Oh yeah sure if you’re there when I land. I land at noon.” You determined that he would pick you up at noon and take you to the venue where everyone else would be. You thanked him and hung up.

It was 7:30pm and you were curled up in your bed with a graphic novel. You weren’t tired but you needed to fall asleep early so you could get to your flight. You finally fell  asleep at around 9:45. You slept restlessly and woke up 20 minutes early.

You pulled on your skinny jeans and sweatshirt and headed to the taxi that you had called. The drive was fast and you arrived at the daunting airport and paid the taxi driver. You walked in and checked in. They gave you your boarding pass and went to your gate. You made it as soon as they called for your flight.

You handed the woman your pass and she waved you through. You took your seat and put your bag in the overhead compartment. Without much thought, you put in your headphones and blocked out the rest of the world.

Only 2 hours in the air. Then you would be home. Or with Joshua at least.

For the first time ever, your flight went off without a hitch. A man about your age sat next to you but didn’t try to start conversation. The children on the flight didn’t wail and the person behind you didn’t kick.

About three fourths of the way through the flight, a young girl recognized you.

“Oh hi, youre the one who always takes pictures of bands and is friends with Josh and Tyler, right?” you smiled as she realized who you were.

“Yeah, I am.” the two of you talked for a few minutes until the air hostess asked everyone to sit down and buckle your lap belts. You closed your eyes as the plane began to descend. The landing was the scary part for you.

Soon enough, you were exiting the plane with your bags and a burning desire to see Josh. You walked through the crowds of people and soon enough, ran into Pete and Meagan.

“[Y/n]!!! You’re here!” Meagan exclaimed as you set your bag down and hugged her. Meagan had been at the same studio session as you when the boys were first signed and the two of you had kept up.

“Of course I am!” you exclaimed, laughing a little at Pete who was staring at Meagan, entranced. Pete said that the car was in the parking lot and the three of you set off. Meagan and Pete held hands and you clutched your duffle bag for dear life. Soon enough, you got the the car and sat in the back so Pete and Meagan could catch up.

You decided to text Tyler.

“Little bird has landed. I repeat. Little bird has landed.” you smiled at yourself and sent the message.

He sent you a picture of Josh sitting at a table in the venue with his head on the table and his arms wrapped around his head, almost as if he were playing Heads Up 7 Up. The picture broke your heart.

“Your destination is 6 minutes away.” you heard as the GPS navigated.

You told Tyler that you would be there soon and he didn’t reply.

6 minutes later on the dot, you arrived at the massive arena. It took all of your restraint not to run to find Josh but you had to go through security because you had a bag. Of course it was just clothing and camera equipment so you were allowed through.

You walked quietly down the halls until you heard talking. You had lost Pete and Meagan somewhere down the hall but you found the room where everyone was pretty easily. You walked in and saw that Josh hadn’t moved from his spot at the table. Tyler was talking to Brendon. You saw Kenneth and Dallon talking to Joe and Andy was talking to Fall Out Boy’s manager.

You put your bag down next to Tyler as you silently acknowledged each other. He motioned to the others not to say anything. You walked over to Josh and softly laid your hand on his shoulder. He tried to move away but you held his shoulder.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Joshua.” you said quietly. He immediately recognized your voice and raised his head and looked at you. His eyes were rimmed in red and he made a small noise of surprise. He stood up and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him and softly traced patterns on his back.

He was shaking and quietly sniffling as you held him. She was the one that he thought he could have forever. She was the one he was desperately in love with. Yet you were the one holding him in the middle of a concert venue while he cried and he closest friends tried not to notice.

After about 10 minutes, he stopped shaking to the point where you thought you could have him walk into the hall.

“Come on Joshua, hon. Lets go into the hall so we can talk.” you said softly and wrapped your arm around his waist and led him quietly past the others in the room. You made eye contact with Dallon and gave him a sad smile. You and Dallon were pretty close in the sense that he knew that you were desperately in love with the boy you were supporting.

The two of you had bonded over your lack of desire to go to a party so you had stayed with him and hung out. He was lovely and the two of you had hung out on other occasions. Through him, you had become close with Breezy as well.

You made it to the hallway and Josh slowly slid to the floor with his back against the wall. You sat in front of him and took his hands in yours. You held his hands as he focused on breathing and not crying anymore. You looked at him and he returned the eye contact.

“[Y/n], why are you here?” he asked, his voice hoarse and quiet. You wiped a tear from his cheek.

“I texted Tyler yesterday to tell him what happened and he asked me to come out and stay for the rest of tour. So, I got on a plane this morning and Pete picked me up from the airport and now I’m here.” you said, breaking eye contact and focusing on your hands tangling and untangling with his.

“Thank you.” you heard him whisper. You softly ran your hand down his cheek like a mom would and stood up. You tell him that you are going to go talk to the other guys for a few minutes. You walk back into the room and immediately you feel tears pooling in your eyes. You try to compose yourself as you walk over to Dallon, Joe and Kenneth.

Dallon was the first to wrap you up in a hug. He was about a foot taller than you so it was an awkward hug but nonetheless, it was comforting.

“Hey Dal. I missed you.” you say quietly as he presses a soft kiss to your head. You slowly pull away as a tear runs down your cheek. You wipe it away quickly and put on a smile.You know that everyone can tell you are on the verge of crying. There are tears in your eyes and you have a very obviously faked smile on your face. The guys didn’t bring it up as you tried to laugh and tears snuck down your face.

You wiped them away and went on with the conversation. You sat on an amp next to the guys as they talked about the new equipment they got to use. You leaned in to Dallon’s side and texted Breezy.

“Your husband is being a good person. Thank you for marrying him.”

You received a reply almost instantly. She asked what was going on.

“Joshua is having a bad time so I flew out to help out and now I’m using your husband as a backrest while sitting on an amp in this weird ready-room.” you told her. She told you that she was able to talk anytime if you needed it. You thanked her profusely and poked Dallon.

“Hey Dallon, I love your wife.” you told him.

“I’m pretty fond of her myself.” he said as he smiled down at you. You tried to keep up the small talk with Joe and Kenneth but you ran out of energy to talk to them quickly. You stood up and walked to the little seating area in the corner of the room and curl into a ball in the armchair, putting your head on your knees. Tyler had since gone out to sit with Josh. You couldn’t calm down for whatever reason so you let the tears slide down your face where no one could see them. You heard someone walk up to you but you didn’t bother moving.

“Hey kid, why don’t we go on a walk and talk?” you heard someone say. You realize pretty quickly that it was Andy. You raise you head slightly and wipe your face, standing up and covering your face with your sleeves as he lead you out.

The two of you passed Josh and Tyler sitting on the floor and keep walking. Soon enough, you’re standing on the stage.

“Okay, I don’t really tend to speak out but I’ve known you for a little while and I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore. It’s really obvious that you fell for Josh a long time ago. He obviously hasn’t caught on. Im not sure how he hasn’t. I mean, you flew across the country to hold him while he cried over another girl. You’re obviously a strong girl but that’s enough indulging him. Either tell him that you are in love with him or move on.” he says softly as your tears begin to fall again.

“I can’t just tell my best friend that I’m in love with him. I know his parents. He was in my parents wedding vow renewal. He was there when I first broke my arm. He was there when I got my first camera. I was there when he got his first drum kit. I can’t risk losing him but fuck this. I can’t sit here while he tells me how broken he is over losing her. I can’t do this.” you say, your voice slowly rising. He pulls you into his chest and you lose control, you sob and cry and your body is shaking.

He slowly pulls you to the ground until you are curled in a ball sobbing, sitting in his lap while he holds you. You hear Meagan walk in and say something to Andy about after the show but you didn’t catch it. She put a bottle of water in your hand and walks away. You slowly compose yourself and stand up.

“I don’t know why you did that, but thank you Andy.” you say quietly and tell him that you’re going to walk around the venue. He quietly acknowledged you and you walked away. You walked slowly through the venue until you found the door leading outside.You found a quiet spot to sit.

About an hour later, one of the security guards came up and told you that you may want to head inside unless you want to meet a lot of fans very quickly. You got up and went inside, retreating to the staging area backstage as the guys started their soundchecks.

You were essentially in a daze. You didn’t focus on the music playing or the crowds screaming. You sat next to Meagan on some old risers and focused on your shoes.

Black combat boots. Scuffed. Old. Used. Loved. Worn. Laced to the top. Sloppily tied. Red laces. Black leather.

People would have paid so much to be sitting and watching the show you were watching but you couldn’t move. Meagan eventually coaxed you on stage as all the guys said thank you for the night. You had a smile plastered on your face. Obviously faked. Josh stood next to you and Patrick on the other side. They introduced you to the crowd as ‘Josh’s other half’ and everyone’s favorite photographer.

You were soon allowed to shuffle off of the stage. You found a chair to sit in. Everyone was deciding what they wanted to do for the rest of the night. It was decided that everyone was going to a bar.

Oh good. Loss of inhibition with the guy you could barely keep your feelings from in the first place. Fun times. You shared a cab with Dallon and Kenneth to the bar that everyone was meeting at. Dallon had to practically drag you inside.

You situated yourself in the corner of the table where the guys were sitting. You leaned on Dallon and regretted coming to the tour.

Pete brought you a drink and you honestly had no clue what it was but you drank it. It dulled your thoughts a little and drank whatever anyone gave you. You didn’t care. About an hour and a half later, you were tipsy, Brendon and Pete were hammered and Joe was highly intoxicated. Everyone else, minus Andy of course, was buzzed. The decision was made that everyone would head back to the venue and hang out in the Panic! at the Disco tour bus.

You took the same cab with Kenneth and Dallon. Everything made you giggle. Dallon telling you to fasten your seatbelt made you giggle. You didn’t mind the feeling much. You walked with Kenneth to the bus as Dallon helped Brendon. You sat in the corner of the couch on the back of the couch and Tyler sat in front of you.

Everyone was talking at once. Random things were being spouted until someone started the conversation of how excited they were to see their spouse.

“I guess mine is already here” you heard Josh say over the din of the drunken conversation. Meagan made a bigger deal out of it than you wanted.

“Wait, Josh, what do you mean?” she spouted. You loved Meagan but she lost any sense of control when drunk.

“Well, [Y/n] is practically my wife. I mean she flew across the country because I cried. Who the fuck does that?” he said. No one laughed. No one thought it was funny.

“Josh, you don’t even deserv-” you heard Dallon start to interject, you could hear the anger in his voice.

“Apparently just me, then.” you said quietly, interrupting Dallon.  You stood up and started to walk across the bus to the door. You needed to get out. You were hurt and tired and drunk.

“Wait, [Y/n], you know I think you’re like my sister. Don’t worry about it.” you cringed at the idea of him thinking of you as a sibling.

“Wow Joshua, way to comfort me. It’s like I flew across the country to comfort the guy I had fallen in love with when he was down. That’s obviously crazy. Fuck off, man.” you shot back at him, the words feeling like venom. You regretted it immediately. You had just told him and everyone else that you were in love with him.

You immediately walked out the door. The cold air stinging your skin but waking you up. The tears were already falling down your cheeks. You sat down next to the door of the Twenty One Pilots bus and sobbed. You heard someone walk up to you.

“[Y/n], please. Talk to me.” you heard Josh whisper as he put his hand on your back. You stood up immediately, needing to get away from his touch.

“Joshua, I gave you your time to talk. I’m fed up. Please just fuck off.” you said as you turned away and started to walk away.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” he says softly.

“Well sorry doesn’t magically fix everything now does it. You know what? Maybe it does. Hey Joshua. Im sorry I have fallen in love with you over and over again for years. Does that fix this shit show? No? Didn’t think so.” you spat at him.

You tried to walk past him but he pulled you to him. One arm wrapped around your waist. His other hand on your cheek as he pulled your mouth to his, instantly colliding. You held your hands up as if to show that you were innocent. He licked your bottom lip lightly as if you ask to deepen the kiss. You let him and rested your hand on his chest, the other tangled in his hair. He pressed against your body until you were pressed against the bus.

The arm around your waist drifted lower until he had his hand lightly resting on your butt. You felt a pressure against your leg. The two of you had your tongues in a constant battle for dominance. You felt his hand slowly slide up the side of your sweatshirt. His hand resting on your cold skin, giving you a little warmth.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss and put his forehead to yours, looking intensely in your eyes.

“[Y/n], can we go inside? You’re obviously cold and I would like to continue this if at all possible.” he said, almost growling.

You bit your lip lightly and hesitantly nodded. The two of you slowly walked into the empty bus. He locked the door behind you as you sat on the couch. He walked up to you and sat down quickly pulling you back to his mouth as he pulled you on to his lap until you were straddling him. He tugged at the bottom of your sweatshirt and broke the kiss as he pulled it over your head. You did the same to him and removed his shirt.

You pulled his mouth back to yours as if you needed it. He tried to unfasten your bra but he kept fumbling. Instead of helping him, you ground your hips against his. He whimpered into your mouth and bit your lip softly. He finally got your bra unhooked and slid it off, allowing his hands to massage your breasts harshly. He stands slightly and moves you so you were laying on your back on the couch as he hovered over you.

“Can I take these off?” Josh says as he tugs at your pants. You nod as you help him to slide your pants off. You pull at his and he obliges. He lays over you again and kisses you again as he lightly massages you through your underwear. You moan against his mouth as he gives you a little friction that you wanted so badly.

He starts you kiss your neck lightly and suckle softly. Your eyes shutter closed as he moves your underwear slightly and slowly inserts a finger in to you. He sucks harder at the sweet spot on your throat and kisses down your chest, sucking and biting at the skin. You slowly pumps his finger in and out of you. You softly buck your hips into his hand. He quickly presses another finger in to you and quickens his pace as you cry out quietly.

He takes one of your nipples into your mouth and lightly bites at it as he sucks and leaves light kisses. He pushes a third finger in to you, thrusting into you with his fingers. Without warning, he removes his fingers completely. You are breathing hard as he pulls off your underwear and removes his own.

“Josh wait. Stop please. We need to think about this. We are both upset and slightly drunk. Can we really make the decision to change our entire relationship right now?” you ask, regretting it, all you want is to be with him. You wanted him to fuck you. And you wanted him to fuck you hard and preferably now.

“I’ve been in love with you for years and I really don’t want to wait. I love you. I love you. I love you. If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do this but I want you.” he says in a low voice. Without thinking it any further you pulled him back to your mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He put one hand behind your head as if to keep your mouth to his and one hand on your hip. You could feel him hesitating at your core. You mumbled against his mouth;

“Pleas- Holy fuck!” you were going to plead with him to just take you but he thrusted into you, catching you completely off guard. He didn’t start off slow. He didn’t treat you like his toy. He knew that the two of you had a lot of time to make up for and he didn’t relent.

He was immediately thrusting into you. You couldn’t meet his thrusts as he was holding you down. You were being dominated by your best friend and boy was he pounding into you. You could hear skin hitting skin and his soft moans. It was the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

His voice was low and his mouth was occupied by your so his moans dissipated into a growling hum. Your stomach was tying itself in knots and your mind was racing. You pulled away from his mouth as you felt your core tightening.

“Joshua! I’m gonna- oh fuck! Josh! I’m gonna cum!” you moaned as he kissed down your neck and his thrusts became sloppy. You could feel him twitching in you and his breathing was erratic. Your stomach tightened as you felt your face grow hot and you released around him, causing him to release into you. You cried out in ecstasy and he moaned into your neck as he slowly slid out of you.

Your breathing was heavy and his was erratic. You hadn’t realized that you had dragged your nails down his back but you had and his back was red now. He had littered your body in bruises from his mouth. As the two of you calmed, he slowly stood up and offered you his hand to help you up.

“Can you stand? I’m sorry.” he said as you tried to gain your balance. Your legs weren’t holding you very well and you were sore. You told him that you could barely stand. He held you softly as he helped you put your underwear on, his hands lightly brushing against your legs. He then took his shirt from the floor and helped you put it on. You sat on the couch as he put his boxers back on.

He helped you walk to his bunk and told you to get comfortable. He walked away and picked up the clothes in the floor and put them in a suitcase and he unlocked the door so the others could get in eventually. After, he slowly crawled into the bunk with you. He pulled the blanket up so it was covering your shoulders. He pulled the curtain shut and pulled you against his body. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his heart race as he traced circles on your back.

“Hey [Y/n]? Do you think I could maybe be your boyfriend? I can’t live without you regardless of label. But I want the label. I love you so much.” he said softly. You told him yes and he hummed contently as you fell asleep in his arms.

Love you the mostest


Pete Dunne - “I don’t need you to get ahead”

Prompt: I had Pete feels after he won the UK Championship
Requested: No 
Warnings: None
Words: 3100+

Your dad was not very happy when you decided to follow in his footsteps and join the wrestling world. How couldn’t you though? Your dad was William Regal, one of the greatest wrestlers the UK has ever had. He knew from a young age that you wanted to be a wrestler and had the makings to be an amazing one at that. You were born in Blackpool but once you started school your mother and you moved to Birmingham to be closer to your mother’s family, with your dad being in America more often than not your mother needed all the help she could get. 

Living and going to school in Birmingham was where you met your best friend, Tyler. You met on your very first day for school and since have been inseparable. He was a few months older than you and was like a protective older brother - when you started high school together some people thought you were twins with how protective he was of you. Tyler had a love for wrestling almost as much as you. During the summer when you would go and travel with your dad, you and Tyler would beg and plead with your parents to let him go as well. Since your parents separated when you were young the summer was the only time you really saw your dad. You were able to get him to come when you were 10 until 14, that’s when everyone thought you were dating and your dad being the overprotective man that he was decided he didn’t want you unsupervised on a 10+ hour flight with Tyler.

Birmingham is also where you met Pete Dunne. He was older than you and Tyler by 3 years and was the bad boy of your high school. Every girl wanted him. He was also in wrestling too. You and Tyler trained at the same gym as Pete and after watching him the first time you knew he could make it big if he keeps attitude, temper and reputation in check. Tyler didn’t like Pete. Pete started taking notice of you as you got more confident in your skills. Pete had a reputation at school and on the indies as a ladies man and went through a number of girls. As soon as Tyler turned 18 he booked his first match. The indies were massive in Europe and it gave you hope that both of you would be able to break into the WWE through it. With NXT, WWE was signing a lot of indie talent. It just so happened that his first match was Pete. It was an amazing match for two such young guys and it made everyone take notice of both of them. 

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Shades Of Blue

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None! Fluff 

Originally posted by mn-yg

Based on: au where your vision is shades of your soulmates eyecolor so if they have blue eyes you see shades of blue and it stays that way until you meet them but opposite. So if your soulmates eyes are blue you can see every color but blue and then you meet for the first time and look into their eyes and see this new color you have only heard of in the stories 

Also inspired by the song Liohn - Blue


He’s always sleeping; black hair fanning around his pale smooth skin as he rests his cushioned cheek against the window. His arms are always folded across his chest as the empty coffee cup sits in front of him beside the opened laptop. Most of the time his headphones are hanging loosely around his neck, but today they remain over his ears playing something with a loud beat even I can hear at the counter across from where he sits.

My eyes can’t help but wander over his features each day. There’s something about him I admire rather it be his soft pink lips or the small button nose that scrunches up slightly while he shifts in the booth. Seeing as I work the evening shift into the late night, when I arrive he’s never awake.  Usually a friend of his comes in to grab him around 2 am and tugs at his sleeve until he stirs into consciousness. However, my shift ends at 1:45 meaning by the time I gather my things to go, the next worker takes shift at the 24 hour café while I leave through the glass door just as the unknown man goes to open his eyes.

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pinkconsultingsociopath  asked:

Okay so based in your fun adventures in the airport, imagine a modern!au hamburr where they're strangers both stuck like you, who meet while waiting for their flight, Alex the caffeine-driven politician travelling to international meetings and Aaron "did not ask for this" Burr the museum conservator who was overseas to see new paintings

H E L L YES. I’m gonna actually gonna write this out:

When he sees the red letters spelling out the word “cancelled” next to his 3pm flight, Aaron takes a deep breath through his nose, willing himself to stay calm. It’ll be fine. He’ll just get another flight, and everything will be fine. He’ll still be able to get home soon.

Or at least that’s what he thinks. 

One of the airport workers tells him that there are no other flights until 7 that evening that are going to New York. She hands him a new boarding pass and a complimentary food voucher before waving him away and calling for the next person. Aaron walks off, pulling his suitcase behind him as he wonders what he should do. He could leave the airport, just go back into London and walk around and get some food to kill time. But that would involve getting another taxi, and Aaron is running low on cash. He’s pretty sure the driver won’t accept his food voucher as compensation. 

Aaron checks his suitcase and goes through security, hoping that somehow his flight will magically move back up to leaving at 3 if he goes through all the usual motions. But the screen still shows it as being cancelled, so Aaron just walks around, nervous energy building inside of him. He’s tired, and just wants to get home and sleep in his own bed. Being stuck in an airport is the last thing he wants. 

Around 5:30, Aaron walks over to check on his flight, and feels like the floor is being ripped away from underneath him; the screen is now telling him that his flight has been delayed until 10pm. Aaron groans, and a man standing next to him turns and smiles at him sympathetically.

“You too, huh?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. “You on the flight back to JFK?”

“Yep.” Aaron says, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “I’ve been here since 12:00, have probably walked the length of the airport three times.”

“I’ve got you beat; been here since 10:30. And I used my entire food voucher to buy one cup of coffee. They didn’t tell me that I had to use all fifteen dollars at once, so all I’m running on is an espresso and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. And yeah, it’s a combination that’s as gross as it sounds.” The man smiles at him again before holding out a hand. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, by the way.” 

“Aaron Burr.” Aaron says, shaking the outstretched hand and giving Alexander a small smile. “And I can buy you something to eat, if you want. I haven’t used my voucher yet.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine! I don’t want you to use yours on me, I’ll be fine.”

“Come on.” Aaron says, motioning with his head towards the Starbucks that’s behind them. “We’re both gonna need another coffee to get through this.” He watches as Alexander considers his proposal, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. “You’ll be doing me a favor, anyway. I hate airports, and the company would be nice.” Aaron waits as Alexander continues to think. What he said is true; Aaron hates airports, hates the stress of navigating through them and the endless hours of waiting. He really could use the company.

“Well, alright.” Alexander agrees with another smile, and Aaron feels some of his stress subside.

Alexander follows Aaron over to the Starbucks and grabs a table while Aaron gets in line. Aaron orders them both a cup of coffee, and adds on two blueberry muffins as well before joining Alexander at the table and handing him his drink and food. 

“Thanks.” Alexander says, taking a long sip from his cup and humming happily. “Really, I appreciate it. I’ll love you forever now that you’ve given me coffee” He takes another quick sip and then wipes his mouth, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. “Sorry, that was kind of a weird thing to say.”

“You’re fine.” Aaron says with a chuckle as he takes a sip of his own coffee. “Although I might need to know a little more about you before I can return the sentiment. What were you in England for?”

“Work.” Alexander responds, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You know Senator Washington? I’m a part of his staff, and I guess that includes accompanying him on his trips to Europe. I was supposed to fly back with him two days ago, but I decided to book a flight for today. I’ve never been to Europe and wanted to stay as long as possible.” He takes a bite of his muffin and shrugs. “Although getting my flight delayed by seven hours isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my time here. What about you?”

“Also work.” Aaron says with a nod. “I’m a museum conservator. I was up at the Victoria and Albert Museum.”

“Don’t hate me, but I’ve never heard of a museum conservator. What do you do?”

“The job description varies.” Aaron says with a wave of his hand. “I usually work with the general public, telling visitors about the different artwork and answering questions about the exhibits. But I travel a lot too, usually to help organize exhibits. The Victoria and Albert Museum has an exhibit going on called Curtain Up, and it’s celebrating theatre in London and New York, so I was up there to observe and help with everything.”

“That sounds amazing.” Alexander says, his eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that?”

“I’ve always loved history, so the idea of getting up close and personal with it just seemed like the best thing. And I do love it, but the traveling can get a little exhausting.”

The two of them continue to converse easily back and forth, and Aaron is somewhat surprised to find that he’s enjoying himself. Alexander is interesting and has a lot of stories to tell, and it helps  time pass quickly. And if Aaron finds himself looking Alexander up and down every now and then, his eyes lingering on Alexander’s lips, well, who can blame him? It’s been a long day, and Alexander is good looking.

Around 8 o’clock, the two of them walk over to their gate together and sit down. They sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, but then Aaron sighs, feeling a slight headache coming on. It really has been a long day.

“You wanna play a game?” Alexander asks, the corners of his mouth lifting up in another smile. “Pick a person in the airport, and I’ll tell you their story.”

Aaron raises his eyebrows, but then lets his eyes scan around the room, finally landing on a young woman sitting in a large coat sitting across from them; there’s a book open on her lap, but she isn’t even looking at it. Instead her eyes are also scanning the room, and one of her legs is bouncing up and down as she taps her fingers against the armrest. 

“Undercover cop.” Alexander says instantly, but Aaron laughs and then slaps a hand to his mouth as the people around them look over. “Not kidding. The large coat, the tactfully placed book that she isn’t even reading, the glancing around. Totally an undercover cop.”

“Bullshit.” Aaron says with another laugh. “She’s probably just a nervous flyer.” 

“But that’s not as interesting.” Alexander points out with a smirk. “Don’t worry, you’ll get better at the game if we play more. Take that guy over there.” Alexander says, pointing at a man in a striped shirt who is laying down on his back across four seats, one of his hands covering his eyes as the other is held out to his side, his hand rotating every now and then, probably in an attempt to crack his wrist.

“Uhm…” Aaron squints as he tries to come up with something. “He’s a mime.” Alexander snorts, and Aaron can’t help but smile as well. “A really bad one. He probably spent the last week in England trying to get recognized for his talent, but now he has to go back to his mime family to tell them he’s failed.” 

“His mime family?” Alexander asks with a laugh, and Aaron shrugs. “Alright, not bad for your first one. My turn again.”

They play the game for the next hour and half until they finally get called to start boarding the plane. The rush of people causes Aaron to lose Alexander in the crowd, and a feeling of disappointment rises in him as he thinks about the fact that he might not see him again. But when he gets on the plane and makes his way to his seat, he’s surprised to find a smiling Alexander looking up at him from the window seat.

“Well, well, well.” Alexander says. “I’m beginning to think that fate wanted us to meet today.”

Aaron smiles as he throws his bag into the overhead compartment before sliding into the middle seat next to Alexander. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the safety announcement begins, so he just shoots Alexander another smile, which he returns, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly.

Once they take off, Alexander puts in his headphones and sets up a movie on the screen in front of him. Aaron can’t see it well, but from the tune Alexander is singing under his breath, his able to conclude that he’s watching Aladdin. When Aaron glances over, Alexander takes one the headphones out.

“Am I being annoying?” He whispers, but Aaron shakes his head. “Good…do you want to watch with me?” He holds out his headphone to Aaron, which he takes with a smile.

In order to see the screen, Aaron has to shift closer to Alexander, and when he does, he thinks he sees Alexander smirk from the corner of his eye. Aaron drifts off somewhere in the middle of the movie, and when he wakes up again, he’s slightly embarrassed to find that he’s gotten even closer to Alexander, his head resting against his shoulder. 

Aaron sits up slowly and looks over at Alexander to find that the other man is sleeping as well, his head leaning against the window and his mouth hanging open. Aaron smiles and is about to close his eyes and drift off again when suddenly Alexander shifts next do him, mumbling something under his breath as he moves so his head is now leaning on Aaron’s shoulder. 

Aaron tries to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake Alexander. After awhile, his head droops until his cheek is resting on top of Alexander’s head, and he falls asleep that way, Alexander’s breath warm on his neck and his hair tickling his skin.

They both wake up at the same time to the announcement that their plane is going to land soon. Aaron thinks he sees a faint blush on Alexander’s cheeks as he removes his head from where it had been tucked unto Aaron’s neck. Aaron smiles at him sleepily, feeling surprisingly well rested, and that makes Alexander smile back.

They walk off of the plane together around fifteen minutes later, making their way over to baggage claim. They don’t say anything as they both grab their bags, but Aaron feels like he needs to say something. It feels weird to just leave without saying goodbye. He’s also hyperaware of how much he doesn’t want to say goodbye. 

“Well…” Aaron finally says as he reaches the exit. “I guess…uhm…it was really nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to Alexander, not knowing what else to do. Alexander takes his hand, and when Aaron moves to let go, Alexander holds on tighter.

“Can I give you my number?” Alexander blurts out, his eyes wide as he waits for Aaron’s response.

“Yeah.” Aaron breathes out after a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Alexander lets go of his hand so he can pull out a piece of paper. He quickly scribbles his number onto it and hands it to Aaron, who looks down at it briefly before placing it into his pocket.

“Ok.” Alexander says with a wide smile. “Uh…yeah. It was really nice to meet you too, Aaron. I’ll, uh, see you around?” His smile grows wider when Aaron nods, and then he’s stepping forward to place a kiss on Aaron’s cheek. He steps back quickly, face flushing again as he grabs his suitcase and wheels it out of the door, looking back one more time to smile and wave at him.

Aaron stands there for another minute or so, feeling again like the floor has been ripped away from him, but this time it’s a much nicer feeling. He exits the airport as well and makes his way home, aware that he hasn’t stopped smiling since Alexander kissed him goodbye.

When he gets home and drops his bags onto the floor, Aaron only hesitates a moment before pulling out his phone and the piece of paper in his pocket. He dials the number quickly, holding his breath as he waits.

When Alexander voice crackles loudly from the other end, Aaron smiles again, feeling suddenly very thankful that he had gotten stuck in an airport.