now if my phone would stop being annoying so that i can answer my emails..

anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario thing where mc was having a bad day and accidentally snapped at the rfa, v, and saeran and then feels really bad so she hides?

Well…we got way more into this than we originally thought we would. We apologize ahead of time for Jumin’s and Seven’s….enjoy. 


  • You had a horrible day at work
  • When you came home, you thought dinner would be ready since Zen was supposed to cook
  • But when you got there, there was no dinner
  • He comes out from the bedroom and gives you a quick hug before starting to talk about his day
  • Normally, you both talk about your day, but today was strange
  • He kept going on and on about his skills and looks and how others don’t treat him like they should
  • It was grating on your nerves and you just burst
  • “You’re not the only one in the house, you know. Did you even ask about my day? No! Of course not. You were too busy blabbering about yourself.”
  • You regret it as soon as you see his face
  • It gets worse when he goes into the kitchen and returns with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of your favorite take out food
  • Embarrassed and angry with yourself, you run into the bathroom
  • You forget to lock the door so he comes right in
  • You’re crying and apologizing at the same time
  • He just pulls you into a hug and you two make up


  • You had a long day at work
  • When you came home, you saw the house was a mess even though Yoosung had promised he would clean it
  • And to make it worse, he was asleep on the couch with the tv running in the background
  • Your bag drops waking him up
  • You don’t even know what you say
  • You’re just yelling at him for being lazy and irresponsible and he just deflates with every word
  • Looking at his face made you feel horrible, so you retreat to dining room
  • You see a bunch of exam papers and textbooks strewn across the table
  • You had totally forgotten that he had midterms soon and probably didn’t even sleep last night
  • He calls after you, so you quickly run into another room and curl up in the corner
  • You think you messed up badly since he doesn’t come after you
  • Then finally, he brings you a plate of food and sets it in front of you
  • “You shouldn’t skip your meals,” he says with a soft smile
  • You just start apologizing like crazy and he’s so patient and listens
  • You both go eat together on the floor and forget about the incident


  • Jaehee had been putting more and more responsibilities on you for the cafe
  • She had been asking you to cover more hours lately and wouldn’t answer calls
  • She asked you again to cover her shift and you snapped
  • “Just because we’re in this together doesn’t mean you can slack off on your job.”
  • Jaehee gets really stiff and excuses herself from the room
  • You feel badly about it, but you go on with your work
  • After all the short exchanges all day, you only feel worse
  • Then Jaehee hands you some papers at the end of the day
  • “I’ve been meeting with my landlord to discuss getting a two bedroom apartment. I wanted you to move in, since it might be easier to be closer to the cafe and all.”
  • Now you feel a hundred times worse
  • You rush out of the cafe and walk to the park to cool off
  • Jaehee knew your habits well and found you at the normal bench
  • She give this long apology and she’s just smiling at you
  • You think she’s going to retract the offer, but she hands the papers to you again
  • You both make up, and you move in a month later


  • For the past few weeks, Jumin had been a little more distant than usual
  • He was on his phone a lot, answering emails, having late meetings
  • Normally, you were understanding and let it go
  • But today, you had a really bad day and you were exhausted and coming home late
  • So, when Jumin told you that he a dinner at a fancy restaurant planned for you within the hour, you just snap
  • “You can’t expect me to be ready for these sort of things. It takes time to find a dress and get ready. Remember, I wasn’t the one born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
  • The smile he was wearing gradually fell off of his face
  • “Oh…” is all he manages to say
  • You leave, already feeling bad
  • When you get to your room, you find a dress perfectly fitted to you already laid out, along with matching shoes, and even a stylist ready to help for hair and make up if you so needed
  • To make it worse, the stylist just grins, “You must be excited! Mr. Han has been planning this surprise for you all month.”
  • You. Feel. Horrible
  • You rush back to Jumin and he just starts apologizing to you for being inconsiderate of your time and schedule, and how he canceled the reservations, and starts saying how he’ll try harder to make you feel happy
  • You just start crying because you feel like the worst person on the planet 
  • You apologize and try to convince him it wasn’t his fault at all
  • He just holds you and says he understands how it feels when stress gets the better of you
  • His sweetness makes you feel worse, but it was okay in the end since you had a nice night in


  • Your work had been really busy, and on top of it, an RFA party was coming up
  • Thankfully, there was only one thing left for the party, and that was to mail a time-sensitive document to a potential guest
  • Since you were working late, Saeyoung agreed to run it to the post office
  • That day had been a bad day at work and you go to Saeyoung’s place, you find the document still on his table
  • You hear the door open and he casually walks in
  • You ask him where he went, and he says he went on a drive to destress
  • You wave the document in the air and he slams his hand on his forehead
  • He apologizes, saying he totally forgot and you just blow up
  • “Why do you always end up messing things up?”
  • There’s just a long silence and then he just nods, “Oh…I see.”
  • He excuses himself and locks himself in his workroom
  • You already feel bad, but you run out to the post office before it closes
  • When you get back, Saeran is in the living room, glaring at you
  • Apparently he heard what you said to Saeyoung earlier
  • Saeran explains that he had a short relapse the night before so he was throwing some things and Saeyoung was trying to get him to calm down
  • Of course, that led to him driving Saeran to the therapist early in the morning and spending the rest of the day cleaning and replacing/fixing all the broken things
  • Saeran just finishes chewing you out, “Don’t assume about situations you don’t fully know. It’s unnecessary…and annoying.”
  • You just crying because you know Saeran wouldn’t have opened up like that unless Saeyoung really took what you said to heart
  • Upon hearing the commotion, Saeyoung emerges
  • He asked what happened and Saeran just shrugs and leaves the room
  • You run forward to hug him and start apologizing and saying how horrible you were to him
  • He accepts your apology and doesn’t let go until you stop crying


  • You had a horrible day at work and it didn’t help that your family had pulled you into some drama
  • So, when Saeran dropped by unexpectedly, your nerves were already on edge
  • You’re trying to cook yourself a meal and he’s just venting about Saeyoung
  • You just get really tense and mutter, “I have enough family problems without having to listen to yours.”
  • Only he heard it
  • He gets really quiet and looks down at his shoes
  • Guilt slams into you and you just run right into your room and lock the door
  • You release some of your stress, crying here and there
  • About an hour later, you figured he would’ve left so you open your door
  • You find him sitting on the floor
  • He stands and wipes a tear from your eye “Are you done?”
  • You sniffle and ask if he’s angry at you because you were sorry
  • He gives a shrug
  • “I say a lot of stupid stuff to you sometimes. It was just my turn to be on the receiving end.”
  • You just tackle him in a hug


  • You came home after a long day at work
  • V was waiting and asked how your day was casually
  • You start venting to him, but in the middle, you realize his responses are so bland
  • He just nods from time to time and gives some ambiguous grunts
  • For some reason, it snaps your nerve
  • “I know you’re not listening to me, V. Don’t pretend to listen just because you’re trying to be nice. Be sincere for once.”
  • He’s very calm when he faces you, but you can see hurt in his eyes
  • He just gives you a sad smile, “I’m sorry your boss blamed you wrongly, and that your coworker distracted you so you had to work through lunch. And I’m sorry if I seemed like I wasn’t paying attention. I’ll try to be more enthusiastic next time.”
  • Cue the guilt flooding in
  • You drop whatever you’re doing and curl up into bed
  • He waits a little while before coming over to you, bringing you pudding
  • He pushes your hair away from your damp face
  • “Don’t feel too bad. I know you had a bad day.”
  • You know it’s not an excuse and apologize
  • But he just makes you eat the pudding, because who can be in a bad mood while eating pudding? 

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Life in Color (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Modern AU. An artist in every sense of the word, Bucky sees color in everything, vibrant as they fill his world with magic. What happens when the colors fade?

Word Count: 1154

Originally posted by bovaria

Wanda had warned you that James probably wouldn’t be awake at a normal hour, but knowing Tony Stark, he’ll be calling to ask about the painting by noon. Not wanting to tell your boss that you hadn’t even tried yet when his inevitable phone call happens, you decide to take your chances showing up at 10:30. You pass an attractive man with blonde hair and blue eyes in the hall. He gives you a small smile and you can’t help but wish that you were here to see him - whoever he is - instead of James.

When you reach his apartment, you knock on the door only to be met with no response. You knock once more, harder this time, causing the door to fall open a little. It feels a little intrusive, but the door was unlocked and opened on its own. There’s nothing stopping you from pushing it open just enough to step inside, so you do. Besides, with the way his lifestyle is often reported, you wouldn’t be surprised if you discovered him overdosed in the bathroom or murdered by a vengeful lover in the bedroom. You’re doing a civil service by walking into the apartment.

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EXO-M Scenario: He apologises after wrongly accusing you

Request:  Can you do the Scenario of “He apologises after wrongly accusing you” but about EXO-M. Thank you

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Now, Kris, i feel like that he would be too embarrassed to admit it was him. So after finding out that you did not cheat and was actually telling him the truth that it was your cousin that you were photographed with. The next morning he would try and act as if it did not happen at all. He would stroll into the kitchen and put his arm around your shoulder and kiss your cheek as he would happily say ‘Good morning baby!’. But after receiving nothing in return, he would first grumble annoyed before grabbing your hand just as you were about to exit the kitchen and pull you in for a bear hug.

“I am sorry Y/N, i promise to trust you more often”

Originally posted by dyogalaxyperfect


Xiumin would waste absolutely no time apologising to you. Even if he was at work. He would receive an email from one of your close friends, explaining the entire situation and after understanding that it was just a simple misunderstanding, he would be riddled with guilt. Every time he went on break, or even just to get a drink of water, he would messaged you i am sorry multiple times. Even getting to the point to where Suho would have to forcibly remove the phone from his hands in order to get him to return to practising for their latest comeback. When he finally arrived home, he would race to your shared bedroom and just cuddle and kiss you endlessness. 

“i am so so so so sorry baby, you know i love you right”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme


I think that Luhan would actually be very shy about the whole situation. After getting over the embarrassment that he had yelled at you, insulted you and left the house after basically kicking you out. He would speed down to the closest flower store and grab a bunch of your favourite flowers after seeing the latest headline confirming it was your brother you were seen hugging. He would then also stop at a mini-grocery store to buy you a bunch of your favourite snacks. Once he returned home, he cautiously went to your shared bedroom, praying that you were still there. But when he found you asleep on the bed, with your bags packed and you hugging one of his hoodies, his heart automatically melted. He carefully unpacked your suitcase and moved you so that he could snuggle in beside you. You woke up after feeling someones presence and was confused to see Luhan there.

“Baby, i owe you so much right now, i am so happy you are still here in my arms”

Originally posted by 7thvelvet


Lay would be completely straight-forward about the whole situation. He loved you with his whole heart. You were his entire life, the reason he got up, the reason he pushed himself so hard, it was all you. So when he saw the photos surface, he was truly heartbroken. He could not believe it with his own eyes. So the minute he saw the fans photo of you and your brother on his Instagram, he would drive down your apartment and knock on door ferociously., almost as if he was trying to break it. Once you finally opened and let him in, he just gave his phone to you with the picture on the screen. You laughed before explaining the situation to him and actually asking if he wanted to meet your brother. He just smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss

“Im so happy, and i get to meet your family!”

Originally posted by squynhty


Chen would be absolutely fuming. Once the news show he was watching showed the picture, he was more than mad. He was ranting off to his band-mates, stylists, helpers, anyone who got in his way got a rant in return. So when you decided to surprise him at work, it was no wonder that you got the cold shoulder from everyone. Even Kai, who you considered your best friend out of the band. When you finally found Chen and had asked him what was wrong he would laugh before looking at pointing at you. “Whats wrong with me?What wrong with you , you dirty little cheat!” he would start screaming before going off once again. However, you stopped him mid-rant the minute you said “Chen, that is my cousin, and i hugged him to congratulate him on his wife being pregnant for the first time.” The minute you said that,Chen would run up to you and place multiple kisses all over your face.

“Im so sorry, i was wrong, i will tell everyone the truth , i swear”

Originally posted by sooranghaes


Tao would be a bit like Lay, he  would be absolutely heartbroken, but instead of confronting the situation, he would avoid it. All day , he barely said anything. In morning practises he just kept looking at himself in the mirror, ignoring his band-mates when they tried to talk to him. During interviews, he gave one word answers and when it was time to eat, he merely just played with the food on his p-late. It got to the pint that when they returned from a long day of work, instead of going to sit on the couch and talk about their day as they usually do, he just went to his shared room and locked himself in. Suho decided to call you over and you were there in a heartbeat. You opened the locked door using the master key they had just borrowed you and went to sit on the bed next to him. Having figured out what was wrong, you showed him the picture on your online and then a picture from a recent photo-shoot, showing how it was clearly photo shopped. Tao did not say anything but instead went to hug you tightly.

“Im so glad you are still mine. I am sorry for not asking you first Jagi”

Originally posted by httpxamy

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anonymous asked:

14 burrcules? :D thanks!!

It had taken a long time to convince Hercules to open the store.

“I want to, you know I do.” Hercules stared hopelessly at the screen.

Aaron pushed gently into his side, trying to offer some comfort. “I know, honey. You can do it.” He tipped his forehead into Hercules’ shoulder, earning a soft rumble in return.

“I don’t think I can. It’s so hard.” Hercules moaned. Aaron felt his light tremble, pressed this close against him.

Aaron leaned over his boyfriend, avoiding the laptop, and gently placed his hand over Hercules’. “You can. I’m with you every step of the way, alright? It’s going to turn out great, and even if it doesn’t, I’ll still be there.” He nearly breathed a sigh of relief at Hercules’ soft smile. “Besides, you said I make a great model. It would be a shame not to show the world, right?”

Hercules laughed. The sound was beautiful, and Aaron felt himself relax more. They both relaxed, but they weren’t done. With his hand on Hercules’- and Hercules’ hand on the mouse- Aaron slowly pressed down. The left mouse button made a tiny click, deafening in the silence of the room.

“It’s… uploaded.” Hercules breathed, and then breathed again, deeper and calming. “My first clothing item, on my first online store.” He was pale, and sweating; but he was also smiling.

Aaron leaned up and gently tapped their noses together. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” Hercules blushed. It was a pet name Aaron saved for special occasions, precisely because it got the reaction that it did. He tilted his head and leaned up just a bit more for a kiss.


“Oh my god, I’ve got my first sale!” Hercules squealed, in a pitch almost too high for Aaron to hear. He held the phone away from his ear for a moment. “It’s the hat with the butterflies!”

“That’s amazing!” Aaron could feel himself light up. The whole work day had been a mess, but a bad day was nothing compared to hearing Hercules so happy. “When was it sold?”

“Ten minutes ago! I can’t wait to get off shift and ship it! And I should work on another, what if the rest sell? Oh my god, it’s only been two days since it launched!”

Aaron could not and would not prevent the deep belly laugh working it’s way out. “Dear, honey, one thing at a time!” The stress and anxiety of the past few days were completely gone. The big “what if no one buys anything at all” was answered. Hercules was selling- actually selling his work. “I’m very proud of you though, you know that?”

From the other side of the phone, Hercules scoffed; but even through the separation, Aaron could feel his pleased smile. “I don’t even know what they’re going to think of it. I’m just way too excited.”

“You’re allowed to be excited.” Aaron tried to push as much of the fondness he felt into his voice.

Hercules hummed, and didn’t say anything for a moment. “Yeah, uh, well, I should be getting back to work, and I know it’s not your lunch break right now.” Another pause. “But thanks. I know you know this, but I couldn’t have sold it without your help. Your support means a lot.”

Aaron’s heart skipped. He’d never get used to Hercules’ sheer honesty, or the way he always tried to make it clear just how much he appreciated emotional support. And speaking of, “If you want, we can celebrate when I’m off work.”

“Yeah,” Hercules’ voice was suddenly weak. “We can do that, yeah. I’ll see you after work, them.” He hung up quickly. Aaron did not bother hiding his smirk as he slid the phone away and turned back to his laptop.

“What the fuck, Burr.” Thomas was peering over, paused in the middle of walking to another office, papers clutched in hand. “Since when do you have a life outside work?”

Aaron laughed, mood too good to be even slightly annoyed by the comment. “None of your business, Thomas.”

Thomas shot an even stranger look, brows furrowed almost comically. Aaron ignored him and got back to work.


“Hey, how’s that store thing going, anyways?” Alexander sloshed his drink as he dropped into the booth. Aaron scooted back to allow him room.

Hercules laughed. “It’s been going great, man! Only a month and I’ve already sold a bunch of scarves, and a couple hats. For once, it’s actually great that work’s cut my hours so badly.”

Laurens made a long, pained noise. “Don’t give me flashbacks about fast food shift work. I’m so glad I’m out of that hellhole of a system.” He took a long pointed swig of his drink.

“The cafe’s treated me well, for the most part,” Hercules shrugged. “It always smells nice and the only people who go there are people who expect to wait for their lattés.”

“Just make sure you never work at Wendy’s.” Lauren’s said, puttng a finger gun to his own head.

“Come on, less work talk, more drink!” Lafayette placed another tray of drinks on the table, wiggling into the other end of the booth. This brought a round of cheers, Hercules whooping especially loud. Aaron snuggled into Hercules’ arm contentedly, reaching for a glass. What was once an intimidating excess of volume was now life and liveliness and comfort. Hercules brought his glass to Aaron’s, and he obliged, clinking them together just because he knew Hercules would giggle at it.

“Oh, and speaking of the store, I think I had an email notification, sometime on the way over.” Hercules rooted for his phone, careful not to jab Aaron, pressed against him.

“A new sale?” Aaron peeked at the phone, but it was tilted just slightly too far to read.

Hercules shook his head. “No, I made those go through another filter. This one’s a review.” His tone was excited, a silly smile working its way up his face. The review system had so far been a godsend for Hercules’ confidence. Aaron was just glad that people were finally beginning to recognize Hercules’ talents.

“So? What’s it say?” Aaron grinned up at his boyfriend. Hercules didn’t respond, suddenly hesitating. His brows crept down and together, lips turning slowly to a frown. Aaron’s grin slipped. “Dear?” Hercules’ phone hand dropped, slipping the phone away.

“It’s just-” Hercules’ voice hitched. He jumped as if not expecting it. Hercules started blinking rapidly. “I’m okay, it’s-” He cut himself off again.

“Herc, what’s wrong?” Alexander smirked. “Get a bad review?” He teased. The smirk melted away when Hercules suddenly burst into tears. “Wait, what the fuck?”

“Alex, shut up!” Aaron hissed. “Get out! He needs space!” From the other side of Hercules, Aaron tried to shoe Alexander off.

“What’s wrong with Hercules?” Lafayette asked, slipping into something almost as bewildered as concerned. Hercules started shaking. Aaron could hear him hyperventilating.

“He’s having a fucking panic attack!” Aaron snapped, “Stop gawking and get some water! And stop everyone from staring!”

Lafayette stumbled off, but he wasn’t Aaron’s concern right now. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Aaron whispered, his words not meant for the others. “Can you take big breaths?”

Hercules tipped his head so that his face wasn’t visible, but nodded. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” Aaron ventured. Another nod. Quickly, Aaron clasped them, together in both of his. God, Aaron hoped he was doing this right. He’d only seen Hercules in a panic attack twice before, and he was determined to be useful.

“No one’s looking, okay sweetheart? I sent them away.” Aaron tried to assure, remembering the advice Hercules gave once, of what he personally needed during an attack. Sure enough, Laurens and Lafayette and Alexander were all out of the booth, creating something of a human shield. A glass of water had been slid towards them.

“Are you good with breathing? Do you want help?” Aaron squeezed his hands. Hercules tipped his head up slightly. His eyes were puffy.

“I’m- I’m good.” Hercules pushed out, voice shaking as much as he was. “Can I… h-hug you?”

Aaron answered by climbing into Hercules’ lap and stretching his arms over and around Hercules’ broad shoulders. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Aaron felt his boyfriend’s heart rate slowly go down.

Hercules eventually spoke again. “Sorry,” He started. “It was just a bad review. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that.”

Slowly, carefully, Aaron pecked Hercules on the cheek. “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. Panic attacks are nothing to be ashamed of. They happen.”

Hercules seemed to melt into the embrace. “I know. I thought I was ready for this, though. Of course I knew this was going to happen eventually.”

Aaron smiled. “You were ready for it, though. It happened, and now you’re feeling a bit more okay, right?”

“I… guess I am.” Hercules returned the smile.

A sharp cough interrupted them. “Uh, sorry for that,” Alexander scratched his head, sheepish. “I didn’t realize you had anxiety.” To his credit, Alexander did look appropriately guilty, eyes averted.

“It’s fine.” Hercules said, always quick to forgive. “You’ve all never seen it, and I’ve never said it. The whole anxiety… thing,” Aaron leaned into Hercules neck and smiled. Hercules may step around the word, but he’d gotten so far since being unable to come to terms with Anxiety. “ It’s the reason I’ve never tried selling my stuff before. But now I’ve got Aaron to help me out.”

Aaron yelped as Hercules’ fist came down on his head in a gentle noogie. “Oh my god! Honey, what the fuck.” He shot a reproachful stare. Hercules burst into laughter. Even with puffy, red rimmed eyes, it was a beautiful sight. “Sweetheart, why?” Aaron whined into Hercules’ ear. He flushed.

Aaron loved his boyfriend.

The Stromes and McDavids - Part II

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Word Count: 1487

Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers/Erie Otters)

Warning/s: mild swearing

This is a repost of my own work!

Originally posted by konecny

“Dyl.”, you groaned, continuing to shove waffles into your face.

Connor was standing behind the counter, watching you and Dylan curiously. After the weird car ride home from school, during which Dylan made bizarre comments about your attention being somewhere else all the time, he had continued his investigation in the kitchen. But you were having none of it. Dylan could be persistent and annoying when he wanted to be.

“She’s seeing someone but she won’t tell me who it is.”, Dylan snarled.

Connors’ eyes found yours, a frown on his face. You snapped away from his gaze, glaring at Dylan with anger rising in your chest. Where the hell did that all come from? Everything had been fine two weeks ago!

“Dylan, stop it. I’m not seeing anyone.”, you snapped.

“Really? You’re always on your phone, constantly checking your emails and you are so mysterious, always leaving the room to answer a phone call, claiming it’s Ryan!”, your brother listed, really frustrated with you.

He was right, you were hiding something but you didn’t have a boyfriend. It would be weird considering that three weeks prior to Dylan’s questioning, you had been kissing Connor in some dark closet at a party.

“Because it is! I’m not dating anyone. Am I not allowed to call Ryan in private? Stop digging through my business. It’s annoying.”, you cautioned, putting your food down.


“Idiot!”, you shot back, loudly jumping off the counter. 

You walked up the stairs, leaving the boys in the kitchen. You were having none of Dylan’s shit. He was mindlessly throwing accusations at you out of pure curiosity but you were stressed enough already. All Dylan heard was your door slamming shut, making him flinch. Connor waited for a few seconds before he sighed.
“I’m gonna talk to her. Be right back.”, he excused himself, walking upstairs.


His soft knock was what interrupted you while you were hiding your face in your pillow. You wanted to scream. Of course, Dylan wouldn’t drop this. Which meant you had to tell him soon.

“Come in, Con.”, you called out, flipping over.

Your hair was going absolutely rogue. A few streaks were lying across your forehead as you watched Connor. He came in, closing the door behind him in the process. Connor looked at you for a second, before he came up to the bed and lay down next to you, propped up on his arms.

“Did the idiot send you?”, you mumbled.

Connor extended one of his hands. He shook his head, gently putting your hair back into its place. Instead of pulling his hand back, though, he rested in on your cheek. His mind was whirling. He looked distracted for a second before he moved his body closer to yours, leaning in for a kiss.

Shock took possession of your body, as you watched Connor come closer and closer. You hadn’t really talked about the kiss at the party and you sure as hell didn’t share another kiss after that.

You really wanted to kiss him, that wasn’t the problem. But if you’d allow it, he would be affected by your secret too and you didn’t want that. So you brought your hands up in front of you, pushing against his chest carefully.

“Connor. Stop.”, you murmured. 

Connor’s eyes fluttered open. He looked at you for a second, so close that you didn’t allow yourself to breathe. But then he pulled back, giving you enough space to sit up. The disappointment was visible in his eyes as he sat up himself.

“So you are seeing someone.”, he stated.

“I’m not. Really.”, you emphasized.

“Then why would you stop me from kissing you? Three weeks is a really short time for someone to just completely change their mind.”

“It would only make things complicated. And with Dylan and graduation… I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“So you don’t want to kiss me because it would make things complicated? Really? Couldn’t you have thought about that three weeks earlier? Or about Dylan? Because you didn’t seem to mind the way I can remember!”, he snapped. 

You brought a little more space between the two off you, shocked by his reaction. But before you could say anything, he continued talking.

“I never said anything to you about feelings and stuff! You kissed me. And now you’re telling me that you just don’t want to mention it again? You’re confusing as hell-”, he rambled.

“Edmonton.”, you interrupted.

Connor gave you a confused look, his frustration obviously gone. 


“Connor, I’m leaving Erie.”, you confessed, biting your bottom lip.

Connor looked like someone just hit him with a truck. You had never mentioned Edmonton aside from the usual hockey talk, and now this. When did you plan all of this?

“Edmonton?”, he asked, at a complete loss for words.

“More specifically the University of Alberta. That’s where I want to go after I graduate. And it’s also the reason that I have been talking to Ryan more than usual. He’s been helping me send in my admission.”

“Alberta?”, Connor asked again, still confused.

“Connor, I’ve known for a while that I won’t stay in Erie. And I wanted to go to college. Study law. So I sent out Admissions. Toronto, Edmonton, and a few others. But Edmonton is where I want to go to. It’s my dream school. I kept it a secret until now. Because I didn’t want everyone to know in case they don’t accept me.”, you explained with a sigh.

Connor was silent, just staring at you. He looked from you to his hands and back before he finally settled his gaze on you.

“So you’re just going to leave?”

“It’s not a big deal, Connor, really.”

“Not a big deal? Moving across the damn country is not a big deal to you?”

“What did you expect? I mean it’s not like you or Dylan are staying here. So why am I supposed to? That’s how it’s going to be. Dylan is going to get drafted. You too. I will go to college. It’s called growing up.”, you answered softly.

But Connor was still disappointed, you could see it. He stood up from your bed and walked to the door.

“Connor?”, you asked, totally confused.

“I gotta go. Dylan’s waiting. Have fun in Edmonton.”, he pressed out, so forced that you could actually hear his clenched jaw out of his words.

“Ok, what’s going on?”, Dylan asked later, standing in your doorway. 

You shifted slightly, patting the bed next to you. You were both laying there, staring at the ceiling. After Connor stormed out you were thinking about everything, not able to focus on anything else.

“Connor was angry as hell when he came down. What did you do to him?”, Dylan joked.

“I told him the truth.”, you breathed.

“About what?”

“About my plans for the future. Which is coincidentally the same reason why you think I have a boyfriend.”

Dylan turned his head to look at you, both of you sitting up. You got your computer from the bedside table and turned the display on, the UAlberta’s starting page still open. You watched Dylan’s gaze as he stared at the header in confusion until realization dawned on his face.
He turned around to you, watching you for a second before looking back to the computer.

“You’re gonna move to Edmonton?”, he asked, obviously surprised.

“If I’m getting accepted, yes.”

“They would be stupid not to take you. But is that what you want to do?”

“Yes. It’s my dream college, Dyl. And I wanted to wait with telling you because I know you can act like a special snowflake from time to time.”, you snickered.
Dylan chuckled, lying back down, this time on his stomach, facing the screen.

“So come on.”, he ordered.


“I at least want you to show me which faculty you want to study in. And which sports teams they got.”

You smiled at how good your brother was taking the news, as you settled down next to him.

“You know that Connor is probably angry because he likes you, right?”, Dylan suddenly said as you were just about to open the next page. You looked at him before you nodded slightly.


“And does he know you like him too?”

You looked at Dylan in shock. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He was calm, just straight up asking his questions.

“Kind off.”, you admitted.

Dylan nodded, before he turned back to the page, reading the first words.

“Well then, tell me about the… uh, Pandas?”

be professional - pt 2 // the barbeque

Here you go, another part of “be professional” as requested 

Thank you for all the lovely feedback and PMs and thanks to @space-whales for beta-ing this chapter and also thank you @butim-justharry  for giving me the idea of the whole “incident” and of course thank you to @hookedonapirate for inspiring to write the whole story (I love you, sweetie!)

now lean back and enjoy!

“You gotta be kidding me. I surely won’t go to this barbeque” Emma said and looked at Milah shocked.

“Yes you will. I am your boss and I’m telling you to go to this barbeque. So do it and stop complaining.”

“Why don’t you go yourself?” Emma said indignantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Scheduling conflict .” Milah replies smugly.

“Sure…” Emma fetched the invitation and stomped out of Milah’s office rolling her eyes.

She slumped into her chair, looking at her monitor with annoyance. She wished she could talk to someone but Mary Margaret was sick at home and she didn’t want to talk to anyone else in the office.

The last three weeks Milah was more annoying than usual. Since Killian decided to work with Emma instead with Milah, her boss was even ruder to her.

She barely met customers, and she was relegated to menial jobs when she wasn’t working with Killian. She hated this current circumstances so much. Her desire to quit grew stronger by the minute.

The only good days were when Killian was around or when he asked her to come to his office. They normally worked the whole day, brainstorming or debating, creating new ideas and looking for ways to realize them.

Working with Killian was easy. Simply being with Killian was easy. She felt comfortable around him, he treated her as an equal . He never belittled any of her ideas (no matter how stupid they were), he made her feel good - made her feel like he took her seriously. She liked it. She looked forward to every time he made an appointment with her.

But, he told her earlier that week that he would be out of state at least until the weekend, so they were not going to see each other until Wednesday, when their next meeting was scheduled. Milah seemed to be satisfied with the arrangement, it gave her more time for her to bully Emma.

Suddenly her phone rang and a big smile appeared on Emma’s face.

“Mr. Jones. What a pleasure to hear from you,” she chirped into the phone.

“Emma, how often have I told you to call me Killian?”

Emma chuckled. “And how often have I told you it isn’t always possible to call you so?”

“Oh I see, love. Is the Golden Queen around? Is she still bullying you?”

Emma sighed, looking at Milah’s empty office. Her hand wandered to her ponytail, winding it around her fingers.

“Well she is somewhere around here, I guess. But I assume that is not the reason you are calling, is it?” She intentionally ignored the reference to the bullying. Killian was not her friend and as much as she wanted to trust him totally, she didn’t. She has faced disappointment too often in her past - had her words often used against her.

“No, love. I wanted to ask if you were able to finish the two tasks I asked you to do?”

Oh. “Yes, I did finish them. Shall I send you everything via email?” Emma said. She took the huge document file from her desk drawer and also opened a folder on her PC.

“That would be great. I also have some new ideas I need to discuss with you next week.”

“Good to hear that I am not the only one working here.”

“Oi, love, that hurts! Why do you think I don’t work over here?”

Emma leaned back and smiled. “Well, if I were to guess, I’d say you are lying by a pool or sitting at a cocktail bar near a pool, with all that noise in the background.”

“Attentive, too. Well…” he trailed off. She practically heard him blush in that moment. “That’s the privilege of owning a company and deciding where to meet a business partner,” he says.

“You are meeting a business partner at a pool? She must be very pretty.”

A deep laugh resounds over the phone. “No, lass, you are wrong. To be honest, she is a he and he is not my type. But, he owns this hotel complex and so I take advantage of it while I’m here.”

Emma smiled and tried not to think about what Killian was wearing at that moment. She tried even harder not to think about how he looked just in his bathing trunks.

“Isn’t there any work to be done?” Milah’s voice brought Emma back to reality, hitting her hard. She looked up and saw the angry expression on her face. Milah looked at Emma’s phone. “Tell Killian that calling you is the same as meeting you in person. He has to make an appointment so I can supervise your interactions. So, stop flirting and go back to your actual work.”

Emma’s jaw dropped, unable to say anything. How did Milah know she was talking to Killian and what did she mean by flirting? She wasn’t flirting at all! Was she?

“Emma? Was that Milah? What did she want? Lass, are you alright?” Killian said, his voice soothing her. She wanted to answer him, but Milah spoke again.

“Give me the damn phone, Emma. I’ll tell him myself!” Milah held her hand out for the phone impatiently. Emma mumbled a quick sorry and handed it over.

“Killian, what the hell are you doing? You cannot call whenever you want and distract my employees. If this was a personal call I’ll have to talk to my employee again about the rules and their consequences. If it was a business call, you should know that you must first call me before talking to her.”

Milah went silent and looked at Emma, her face growing angrier and angrier. Emma swallowed and tried to avoid her look. After what seemed like an eternity, she handed the phone back to Emma.

“Meet me in my office in ten minutes, I have work for you.” With that, she turned back to her office.

Emma’s face turned white. She slowly lifted the phone to her ear. “Killian? Are you still there?”

“Aye, love. Are you alright?” Emma didn’t respond. “Don’t let Milah get to you. She is just jealous or something. I don’t know. I promise, she won’t fire you for talking or working or,” and he paused a moment, “flirting with me.”

Emma blushed immediately. “I wasn’t flirting!”

“Really, Emma? Because I was. Anyhow, I have to end this call. As much as I prefer talking to a beautiful lass instead of a hairy old business partner, I have to go now. Please don’t forget to send me the files. Bye, love.”

“Good bye, Killian.” Emma couldn’t help but smile broadly. Did he really say he flirted with her and that she was beautiful? She looked around and took a deep breath before she opened her email to send him the files.

Emma parked her old Volkswagen Beetle in the parking lot in front of the huge park where the barbeque was held. She took a deep breath and looked at herself in the rearview mirror one last time. She was wearing a sunflower print dress, matching the colour of her car. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly curled, but naturally so. She wore ballerina flats as she thought that high heels wouldn’t be appropriate for a park. She only wore little make up, liking her natural look better.

She took the invitation and her purse and left the car. There were a lot of people. Emma knew none of them. She went to the entrance and showed her invitation. The man smiled at her and pinned a pink dahlia on her dress.

She thanked him and followed an elderly couple in. She looked down at the flower in disgust, hating the brightness and the colour of it. The couple decided to go to the large pavilion and Emma again followed them. There were so many people and so much to see and do.

Emma decided to explore the whole park before picking where to stay. Milah had instructed her to look for some specific people, so she would do that while she explored. She was surprised to see dogs around, but she has never been to such an event before so much of it was surprising to her.

She strolled along the gravel paths, crossing a lawn where people sat on picnic blankets. Waiters were rushing around with refreshments, three large barbecues stood to one side with three chefs watching the meat, sausages, and vegetables as they cooked.

Next was a lawn full of sunbeds of different shapes and sizes. Emma wished she could lie down, enjoy the day, and relax. But she knew that was out of question. Eventually, after she found everyone she was looking for, she would come back and try one of these cosy sunbeds herself.

She passed a cocktail bar and decided ing it was time for something to drink. She downed a glass of champagne and leaned against the bar to look around while the bartender refilled it politely. There were several bar tables around the bar itself. Further back there were about thirty small tables, on each a small vase with a pink dahlia in it. Emma rolled her eyes and grabbed her glass, moving on.

She passed another food area, but this time the smell of seafood filled the air. Emma’s mouth watered, but she decided not to stop until she explored every area.

Deep in thought, she noticed that she was standing next to a small soccer goal. A moment later a ball flew by almost making her drop her glass. She looked around, and a youngster in khaki shorts raised his arm smiling apologetically. Emma shook her head slightly and moved on.

All over the lawn people played soccer or frisbee or volleyball. Mostly young people of about twenty, but also older ones. For the first time all day, Emma felt kind of normal. Everyone here was someone important or at least the kid or wife or husband of someone important. Hardly anyone would send someone else to go to such an event. Not like Milah.

She downed her glass and headed back towards the pavilion, resolved to fulfill the task Milah had given her. Within two hours she had talked to everyone on her list, she had eaten more than she normally did in a week and drank more than she probably should have.

A bit tipsy, she turned around, looking for the relaxation area, thinking of the cosy sunbeds, dreaming about lying down to enjoy the rest of the day. She started to walk when a red frisbee landed next to her. She didn’t hear the shouts and picked it up, looking around for the owner when, suddenly, a large black dog knocked her over.

She landed on her back, the big black dog staring at her. Emma squeezed her eyes shut and panicked. Her heart raced and her breathing was frantic. She didn’t know what to do exactly, should she try to push him away or should she lie as still as possible. She didn’t know if the dog wanted to harm her or play with her.

She slowly opened her eyes. The dog now sat next to her, still staring. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his whole body shaking from panting. He didn’t look dangerous at all. Emma slowly sat up, her eyes still fixated on him.

“Buckley, here!” A male voice commanded and the dog ran past her. Emma exhaled sharply. She didn’t even notice she was holding her breath. The moment she wanted to get up, the man spoke again, this time closer to her. A large hand appeared in front of her, offered to help her up.

“Apologies, lass. You have a frisbee in your hand and Buckley, here, is kind of obsessed by these little discs. Didn’t you hear me shout, I…” The man now was standing in front of her, his hand still reached out.

Emma looked up the same moment the man spoke again.

“Emma?!” She nodded and smiled but didn’t say anything. “Emma, are you okay? Are you hurt? I am so sorry.” He helped her up and looked at her concerned. Emma winced, her tailbone hurt and she was sure there would be a black bruise on her thigh tomorrow.

She sighed and tried to look brave. “Killian? What are you doing here? I thought you are in Florida the whole weekend.” She shifted her weight on her other foot and winced again. A sharp pain shot from her tailbone to her hip causing her to squeeze her eyes shut briefly. When she opened her eyes again, she saw concern in Killian’s eyes. “I am alright. Honestly. Is this your dog?”

“Aye. She is a bit of a spitfire. My apologies again.” He patted the dog’s head and smiled at Emma.

“No need to apologize. But maybe I should give her this back?” Emma bent down and gave the dog the frisbee. When she looked back at Killian he scratched behind his ear.

“And yes, love, I was supposed to be in Florida the whole weekend but the negotiations went faster than expected, thanks to you.”

“Me? What could I have done to help you?”

Killian smiled at her but when he looked her over he frowned.

“Lass, I think I have to buy you a new dress. This one looks like it’s ruined. I doubt you will be able to remove the grass stains and I am afraid that your dahlia is ruined too.” He pointed at the broken flower, hanging loosely from her dress.

Suddenly Emma started to laugh. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the ridiculousness of the whole situation itself but she couldn’t stop. Killian looked at her bewildered before he shrugged and joined in.

Buckley looked at them confused, and laid down after some minutes. Killian was the first to speak again. “You sure you didn’t hit your head, love?”

Emma nodded but winced once again, rubbing her tailbone. “Yes, but maybe I should sit down for a bit, just to be sure.” She looked at Killian mischievously, again not sure what caused her boldness. Killian, gentleman as always, tucked her arm into his and lead her to the sunbeds Emma was so fond of.

He sat down and pulled her next to him, commanding Buckley to lay down next to the bed. A minute later a waiter appeared. Killian ordered a rum for himself and a glass of water for Emma. When the waiter came back with their drinks, Killian laid down and looked at Emma.

“So tell me, love, what are you doing at this event?”

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Dan and Phil Preference

Dan and Phil play a prank on you that goes wrong…


You and Dan have been dating for close to a year now and your relationship is out in the open to his fans. Today Dan is doing a live show on YouNow and his fans are asking about you. “Yeah, (Y/N) is staying with me and Phil while her house is being renovated.” Dan answers their rapid questions. “Right now?? She is… I believe in the living room answering some emails or on tumblr… Probably the later am I right??” He laughs and reads some of what is gping on in the chat box. “Kayla says I should go prank her…” He thinks for a second. “You know what I should… It would be sweet revenge after she stole my phone and wrote that tweet the other day don’t you think??” He reads some more of the comments coming in on the chat. “How should I do it guys?? Scare her?? Yeah good idea because I can use this creepy Dalek mask Phil left in my room…” He holds up the mask. “Don’t ask.” He then picks up his laptop and walks to the living room. He slides the laptop along the floor slowly so you wouldn’t notice it on the floor. There was a perfect view of you sitting on the couch laptop in front of you, hair up in a messy bun and in a pair of Dan’s sweetpants and t-shirt. All of a sudden Dan jumps in the room and yells with the mask on. You throw your laptop across the room and scream bloody murder. Dan takes off his mask and laughs while you cover your face and cry. Dan stops laughing and his face falls. “Oh my gosh (Y/N) please don’t cry I didn’t mean to do this it was just a prank to get back at you for the other day.” He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his shirt and continue to cry. “You better… be glad I love you or I would beat you up.” You smile through the tears and Dan wipes your eyes. “Just remember babe” You look up at him. “This means war.” 


“Hey guys this video is going to be a little bit different than what I have done before…” Phil begins another video for his fans. “I had originally planned to do a surprise video for my girlfriend (Y/N). You all know (Y/N), you know the pretty girl I hangout with all the time and brag about…  Here I will just put a picture here.” He waves his hand beside him and a picture of you making a silly face pops up. “Anyway like I had said I had planned to make a video surprising her with a trip to New York to see (your favorite band/singer). I had it all organized where I would hide the tickets in the book she is currently reading. It was all working out perfectly until this happened…” - The video cuts to another video with you holding your book. “Phil I swear if you moved my bookmark again I am going to hide all of your contacts for a month… And why in the world do you have the camera out.” You asked with a slight smile on your face. “Don’t worry about it babe, just open your book.” Phil says from behind the camera. “You’re scaring me Phil…” You say wearily as you open your book to see the tickets. “What in the world… Are these tickets to (your favorite band/singer)??” You ask looking up at Phil and the camera. “Yup!! Surprise!!” Phil says in a chipper voice. You look at him strangely. “Why??” You ask with an confused look on your face. “Why?? Because I love you and wanted to be a good boyfriend??” Phil says with quizzical sound to his voice. “You know I hate (your favorite band/singer)…” You say raising your eyebrows. “WHAT??” Phil’s voice jumps three octaves. You keep a straight face for a long awkward moment and then laugh. “Gotcha!! I love it babe so so much. THANK YOU!!” You yell and continue to laugh. Phil is silent for a while and then you take the camera from him to show his face… priceless. - The video goes back to Phil in his bedroom. “Do you see what I have to put up with?? She can be so mean sometimes.” He laughs. “But I love her… If you thought that was bad enough though you should see what happened the next day.” He gives the camera a grimace. “A little back story to the next clips is that I wanted to get back at her for her little prank on me… I wanted to give her a taste of her own medication but it didn’t work out as planned. - This video starts off with you standing at the book case looking annoyed. “Phil Lester I swear that if you don’t come get my book down right now I am going to leave you for (your celebrity crush).” You cross your arms over your chest. “No you won’t. You love me too much.” He gives a little giggle. “So says you” you say as you turn back to the bookcase. “Care to tell the viewers what is going on??” Phil asks you. “Well if they must know, my boyfriend Philip Lester has decided to get revenge on me and put my book on TOP of the book case where I can’t reach it.” You glare at the camera fighting back a smile. Phil laughs and continues to record you as you struggle to get your book down. After a few attempts and lots of laughter from Phil you finally get your book down… And a few other things that were on top of the book case… One being a giant books full of some of Dan’s stuff. Luckily your face was there to catch the giant box… Breaking your nose. You scream and drop to the floor holding you face. Phil throws the camera down and rushes to you. All the viewers can hear are many apologies from Phil and your laughter. - The video is now back to Phil in his bedroom. “So that is all I have for today… Moral of the story is… Be careful how you prank people??” He gives his sweet awkward smile and then ends the video. 

I know that Phil’s got super long didn’t it?? Haha thank you so much for reading I appreciate feedback 

Snowed In

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,762

Summary: Dean and the reader get snowed in on Christmas Day. 

Christmas Request by: @winchestdiaries

“You look like you’re trying to melt the snow with your mind.” You joke looking at your boyfriend.

“They said we’d get four inches tops. There’s over a fucking foot right now.” Dean growls staring out the window.

“You should write a strongly worded email to Channel 7.” You say mocking him.

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The Best Damn Apology

Fighting with the love of your life sucks, but the making up part of it can be so worth it. Smut ahead. Enjoy :-)

“Zoe, Megan is still out sick and the Comic Relief press release is due today,” Ben, my assistant said to me.

“Where is it? Is it on the server so I can access it and edit if need be?” I asked.

“Well, since she’s been out sick the past three days, it wasn’t even started,” he replied.

I looked at the clock and sighed with frustration. I had to leave in two hours in order to make my flight and this incomplete press release was the last thing I needed.

“You mean to tell me there were three days of no one covering this for her?” I asked.

Ben bit his lip. “I had no idea. Leila was supposed to be covering her work, but this slipped through the cracks. She said she knows nothing about the event and she has a meeting in twenty minutes so she can’t work on it.”

“Get her in here, please,” I said, trying to remain calm.

Ben nodded, leaving my office and I sat back in my chair, massaging my temples. I was growing annoyed with each passing minute. My vacation was almost about to start and the sheer lack of competence in some of my co-workers was pushing me over the edge. I was the head of the PR department at Jimmy Kimmel and I had a lot of people answering to me, but if they didn’t get their work done, I had to answer to my boss. The last thing I wanted to do was have to explain to her why this assignment didn’t get done.

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Miniminter aka Simon Minter ~ Sidemen

Originally posted by sillyminter

You’ve been working hard lately for college, work, and Youtube. But you’ve been getting stressed and overwhelmed because the holidays are coming up and you are graduating during that time.

Requested by: No one

Written By: Head Honcho - Zoe

Reader: Female

Warning: Swearing, fluff, long, lil’ bit of banter/rage/anger in the beginning, you sort of have a little temper too (most because of the stress though)

A/N: You do live in America and have been dating Simon for a great amount of time now. You also haven’t visited Simon in almost six months because of college business and stuff.


“Hey guys, we’re back with the Sidemen–”

“and co,” You add.

“I was getting there.” Simon defends. “We’re back with the Sidemen and my lovely, lovely, girlfriend, (Y/N).”

“Hold the applause, hold the applause.” You request.

“Already plannin’ on it.” Josh informs, Ethan lets out a booming laugh.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Anyways!” Simon enthusiastically interrupts. “We’re playing another old game today as you probably can tell by the horrible graphics, but put that aside and lets start.”


“I like how you all pick the girl with the least amount of clothing on.” You point out as you look at the racers the guys picked out.

“Excuse me, you picked the guy with the biggest bulge!” Simon points the screen even though no one but the camera can see it.

“I wasn’t looking at the bulge, I was looking at his stats!” You lie. “They’re very… good.”

“Sure, love, sure.” He shakes his head.

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“Who do you think is going to be the lucky one today?” Anthony questioned.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Hopefully it’s me again.”

“Oh come on! You just went like two days ago! If anyone should go it’s me!”

“I’ve gotten greedy. I’m dying to go back to his trailer and eat some more of his fancy food.” You smiled. Everyday you and Anthony would try and figure out who would be the lucky cast member to join RDJ at his “compound”. He had like a million trailers and even had a gate with a security guard!

You were so shocked when you were invited to lunch with him a couple of days before. He was so nice and gave great advice over what was to come.

“He made me fall in love with quinoa. It’s amazing.” Anthony gushed.

You chuckled before reaching over and grabbing a French fry off his plate.

You had filmed a scene with Anthony and Chris earlier that day and hadn’t really seen anyone else on set.

It had been three weeks since you and Sebastian last spoke. You felt like you couldn’t face him after admitting your feelings to him at the gym. He tried texting and calling you. He even approached you a few times on set but you would tell him that you didn’t want to talk.

It was definitely weird and awkward between the two of you. You hoped that no one would notice but Chris did. He was there for you to talk to when you needed. The two of you had gotten closer and you considered him a friend.

“Hey Seabass!!” Anthony yelled out. You looked behind you and saw Sebastian was not too far away. He waved at Anthony before continuing to walk to his trailer.

“Have you noticed anything strange with Sebastian lately?” Anthony asked you.

You shook your head, “Nope, I haven’t.”

Before Anthony could ask any more questions pertaining to Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth walked over to the table.

The sun was pounding down and it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter by the minute. The table that you sat at quite often at lunch was under a sort of awning and provided much needed shade.

“What are you guys going on about?” Chris asked as he sat down next to you.

“Wondering who gets to go to RDJ’s for lunch.” Anthony answered.

“Oh that’s Scarlett today. I think she’s already over there.” Elizabeth said.

“Damn it!” You and Anthony said at the same time.

“You guys are so weird.” Elizabeth laughed.

“It’s quinoa we are talking about!”

“Are you done for the day?” Chris asked you changing the subject from quinoa.

You shook your head, “I just have a fitting and then I’m done. It’s for my costume for the scene at the end of the week.”

“You want to do a gym session tonight?”

“No! After the one from yesterday I think I’ll be sore like this forever. You are probably the craziest person that I’ve ever gone to the gym with.” You laughed.

“Not my fault you can’t keep up.” Chris winked.

“Oh I can! And I will……just give me a day to recover.”

Chris bumped into you with his shoulder, “It’s a date.”

“Who’s going on a date?” You looked up and saw Sebastian standing next to Anthony. You had been so caught up in your banter with Chris that you hadn’t noticed he was walking towards the group.

“(Y/n) and Chris.” Anthony answered. Sebastian took the empty seat next to him which was directly in front of you.

“Oh is that so?” He looked at Chris and then back at you.

“We are just going to the gym. It isn’t a date.” Chris clarified with a smile.

Sebastian seemed a little pleased which you hated. He had that annoying little smirk on his face that you thought was sexy.

The conversation changed which made you thankful. You continued eating your lunch feeling Sebastian’s gaze on you every once in a while.

You had been surprised that you managed to go so long without having a conversation with him about what happened. He had been so adamant about trying to talk to you but stopped suddenly. You didn’t know why he did. Maybe he got tired of trying to talk about what happened.

Once you were done eating, you grabbed your trash and threw it away at a nearby trash can. “I’ll see you guys later.” You waved before heading inside the studio to the dressing room. It was where all of the costumes were stored and where the fittings were held.

You walked in and didn’t see the usual people that worked there. You figured they were on a lunch break. Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you sat down on one of the chairs and waited.

After replying to a few texts and emails, you heard someone walk in. Looking at the doorway, you saw Sebastian.

He closed the door and leaned back against it, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You rolled your eyes, “You probably asked someone where I was.”

“No, I have a fitting too.”

“Well, they aren’t here.”

“I see that.”

You went back to looking at your phone while he continued standing by the door. You would’ve tried to leave if he hadn’t been blocking it. He had a good amount of pounds on you and you didn’t even want to attempt to move him.

“So, I guess now is a good time as any to try and talk about what happened.” Sebastian said after a few minutes of silence.

“No it isn’t.” You replied stubbornly. If it was up to you, you wouldn’t ever want to talk about what happened. It would be like opening old wounds. Like pouring salt into a fresh cut.

Sebastian moved from his spot at the door and walked over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, “(Y/n), I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about Elaine.”

“Sebastian, stop! I said I don’t want to talk about this, okay?” You got up from your seat and started walking to the door. Sebastian was quicker than you. He hurried and stood between you and the door so you couldn’t leave. You backed up so that you weren’t as close to him as you were.

“(Y/n), stop trying to shut me out! We need to talk. It’s been three weeks since we have had a conversation and that whole time I’ve been—”

“You’ve been what?” You questioned.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel.” He finished.

“You want to know how I’ve been feeling? I’ve felt like crap for three weeks! I’ve felt like an idiot thinking that there was a possibility.”

“(Y/n) -” Sebastian trailed off. He reached out to grab your hand but you moved away from him.

“No, don’t ’(Y/n)’ me. I thought that there was a possibly that you felt the same that I did.”

“I do! (Y/n), of course I do!” Sebastian yelled.

You froze in the spot you were standing in. “What?”

Sebastian walked towards you and this time you didn’t back away. He got as close to you as he had been in a really long time. You could see yourself in his beautiful eyes.

“Do you remember the last time that we saw each other?” He asked softly.

You nodded meekly, “Yes, I do.”

“You wore this yellow sundress and your hair was curly. You were wearing that heart locket that I got you for your birthday that year. It was a few hours before I would be boarding a plane and I knew that it was the last time that I would see you for a long time. I promised to call as soon as I got to the U.S. You were sad and I could tell that you were about to cry. You remember what I did after that?” Sebastian questioned.

You felt his hand touch yours before it trailed up your arm and across your collarbone slowly.

You lost your train of thought because of his touch. “You um, you kissed me.”

You saw him smiling a little, “I remember it being the sweetest kiss. I could feel the way your lips felt on mine for days after that.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked him.

“Because, you weren’t the only one to feel something when we first saw each other weeks ago. Seeing you made me remember how nice it was back then. Yes we were young but it was pure and innocent. You made me feel things back then that I didn’t know I would feel if I ever saw you again.”

He cupped your cheek with his hand. You felt like you did all those years ago.

“Sebastian,” you whispered. His head was getting closer and closer to yours. “We can’t-”

He rested his forehead against yours, “(Y/n), I want to kiss you so badly. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so much in my entire life.”

Sebastian’s nose bumped yours a little. You could feel him moving even closer to you. His free hand moved to your waist. Your hands went to his arms.

You saw his eyes fluttering shut as his lips grazed yours ever so lightly. If your eyes hadn’t been opened, you wouldn’t have known if it had happened.

Before he could kiss you, someone knocked on the door. Sebastian let you go and you felt your heart sink. You felt guilty instantly. If someone hadn’t interrupted, you knew that you wouldn’t have had enough self control to stop him from kissing you.

He walked over to the door and opened it. You saw him stiffen at who it was.

“Seb!” A woman with long dark hair and green eyes exclaimed when she saw him. She threw her arms around him and you were wondering what the hell was going on.

“What are you doing here?” Sebastian asked the woman.

“I asked a few people and they said you had a fitting here. I got a week off from work to come and visit you.” She smiled.

Sebastian turned and looked at you. You could see that the smile that was on his face a moment ago was gone.

“(Y/n), this is Elaine, my girlfriend.”


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Ghostbusters - Nate Maloley

Originally posted by xx-chxnel


Prompt: You’re skate’s tour manager and he falls for you 

Request: “can you do a nate maloley fan fiction where your his tour manager and he falls for you ??” - @xvshady

Warnings: mild cursing

Word Count: 535 (short short shorttt)

Your Name: Submit What is this?

Your job wasn’t hard, except you had to have your phone with you at all times; you were the tour manager of Nate Maloley or as his friends call him, Skate. You’re not gonna lie you did think Nate was attractive, but you’re his manager and it would be totally unprofessional.

You were sitting on their tour bus with your computer on your lap going through your emails when Nate sat next to you “Hey ma” he said slynging his arm over your shoulders. “Hey Nate” you said anyone could hear how tired you were. “Why do you sound like someone sucked the life out of you?” he asked “I’m tired” No i’m not i really like you but i can’t date you because of all the drama that would happen you thought. “Well how about I take you out, you know as a stress reliever” he said smirking i thought of the pros and cons of saying yes but you just agreed to it “Great, let’s go” he said standing up his hand reaching for yours “Wait now?” you asked confused. “Yes now you’re stressed, and what you’re doing right now is going to add more stress” he said dragging you out of the tour bus. “Where are we even going” you asked even more confused “You’ll see”

You walked for about 7 more minutes before stopping in front of a movie theater. “Oh what movie are we seeing?” you asked once again, you started thinking maybe you were being too annoying asking all these questions. “Ghostbusters” he answered smirking, you had a smile on your face because when ever you were little you used to watch it every day. Once you guys finished arguing over who’s gonna pay for the ticket and popcorn, you made your way inside the theater and to your seats. You guys sat at the top right corner where no one could bother y'all if they knew who Nate was. Halfway through the movie Nate made the yawn and stretch move; but You decided against it and just moved in closer. You felt protected in his arms, like no one could hurt you when you were with him.

Once the movie ended you and Nate left the theater and went to a park nearby “Thank you, for today” You said giving imm a small smile “No problem” he replied bumping your shoulder with his. “So you’re probably going to say no, but before you do just please hear me out” he suddenly stops walking he continues talking “I really like you y/n and even if you are my tour manager, so what? Does that mean i can’t date you? Just because you help out with the tour? Well guess what i don’t give a damn and i’m gonna date you, if you say yes that is.” He said taking your hands in his “So will you be my girlfriend” he asked you with pleading eyes. You were hesitant at first but you made your decision “Of course.” Once you said those words he smiled a smile that reached his eyes; he picked you up and spun you around, you got weird looks from strangers but you didn’t care.

icantforesee  asked:

hiii okay first off thank you for the magic!au's they sound really good, so I have another request, and you don't have to do this right now, I mean you can take all week I don't mind, you probably have other stuff to do as well, but I love the idea of Harry being a really good baker or cook so I was wondering if you knew any harry!baker / harry!cook au's (larry fics ofcourse :P) thanks so much, you're a babe.


So. It’s gonna be fun, I know it :

Baker-Chef!Harry AU.

- Relief next to me , by @haydolce : AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. (333k)

- shine by @lourrynavy​ ; Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along. (40k)

Tis the Season for…Love?       by teaandtumblr : Then he approached the display cabinet. And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN. What. The. Fuck? Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.  OR Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.(145k)

- Learning to Eat  by @mbpgku : Celebrity chef Louis Tomlinson has a problem. He’s opening his first restaurant in 9 weeks, and he has yet to hire a pastry chef- apparently people think he’s ‘standoffish’ and ‘rude’ and ‘quick to temper’. Whatever. He ends up saddled with an annoying, happy-go lucky rookie who also happens to be obnoxiously good looking. His tv presenter and pop star best friends only add to the drama, and for fucks sake would everyone please stop quoting Julia Child?! Kitchen AU where Harry helps Louis re-learn how to eat.  (METAPHORICALLY) (38k)

- i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam , by @mytinylou​ : Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes.  “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera!  I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back.  It’d be the nice thing to do.”Or the AU where Harry loses his camera.  Louis finds it.  They fall for each other via email. (8k)

- Float Down Like Autumn Leaves (Stay Now) , by @getmesometacos  : The AU in which Louis has a 6 year old daughter with a costume emergency that puts her school’s annual Halloween party at risk, Halloween decorated cupcakes are hard to find and tall men look absolutely ridiculously cute in giant vegetables costumes. Co-starring Harry, who makes really good food for the kids. Featuring Niall, who works in a bakery but has a part time job as a babysitter. And as much as he doesn’t believe in love at first (or second) sight, Louis is really infatuated and really wouldn’t mind seeing Harry again.(16k)

- Could It Be Magic? by halleluzayn : And just like typical Zayn is, he says, “They do look quite good together.” Because despite being unofficially named the sexiest man in the universe by Louis and Niall and agreed by Josh, Zayn has a pretty low self-esteem when it comes to people that he genuinely likes. He thinks he’ll never be a good match for them because apparently they deserve much better with Louis replying with but you are better! (Or the one where Harry comes back from America, the Horan’s pretty much own the whole town, Niall loves the “Bubble Man”, Liam is a cheating bastard and Zayn and Louis should really ask first before they make assumptions.) (18k)

- we’re still going, eight in the morning , by @nooelgallagher​  and @yoursongonmyheart: Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.DJTommo is now following you!@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!Direct Message from @DJTommo!Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan….Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting. (31k)

- all the lights are full of colour, by @infinitelymint : So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.  Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle. (26k)

- Every Good Boy Deserves Cookies , by @stunning-stylinson​ : “Y-yeah?” Louis asks breathlessly, “And then?“Harry giggles and moves his bum back to meet Louis. “Add the vanilla and crack the eggs, beating it all in with salt,” Harry says.Or where Harry is a chef who teaches a class and Louis swears it’s only Harry’s bossiness that turns him on, not the recipe for cookies and Harry likes being praised. (8.5k)

- leave it to the breeze  , by @hattalove :  Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter. or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. also featuring liam as louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur. (81k)

Update : (last update on April 11th 2017)(under the cut)

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Things I have learned from Fifty Shades Freed (part 4/?)

1. You know that book called the Never Ending Story? Well, this is like that, only that it’s a million times worse and it’s actually literally never ending
2. I haven’t even hit the half mark
3. Have i mentioned this book is OVER. 500. PAGES. LONG.
4. Like, who thought this was a good idea. And I wouldn’t mind the length if it weren’t so fucking repetitive. It’s literally the same shit over and over again.
5.he doesn’t seem to think he’s done anything wrong” – that’s because he’s a sociopath, Ana, I though we already had this discussion
6. Ana: “Sex is his coping mechanism” – no shit, Sherlock, do you want a medal? Here:

7. “I hate fighting with you,” he whispers. – it’s literally all you people do. This, and hump hump humpity hump
8. The decorator or whatever she’s called for the house they bought is coming over and she’s blatantly hitting on Christian, so Ana is feeling territorial and I’m feeling bored as fuck because I feel like I’m watching a really reeaaaaaally bad soap opera and I’m just waiting for the evil twin to pop out any time
9.Mine. Yeah, bitch—mine. My inner goddess is wearing her gladiatrix outfit and she’s taking no prisoners” – my face right now is just a big pile of what the fuck even is this book

10.Miss Provocative-And-Unfortunately-Good-At-Her-Job” – E.L.James, you need to stop it with these „nicknames” because YOU’RE NOT GOOD AT THEM, OKAY?
11.You’re right to be nervous, Gia, because right now your work on this project hangs in the balance. But I’m sure we’ll be fine as long as you keep your hands off my husband.” – yaaassss Ana, slay. Hey, I can respect the fact that she’s protecting what’s hers. Pity she’s not protecting her dignity, self esteem, self worth and literally all her personality, but hey, I take what I can get
12. I’m getting a headache because of all the circular conversation and the same fights and OH MY GOD MAKE IT STOP
13.   These people turn everything into something sexual and it’s getting gross and annoying. Case in point: Ana is cutting Christian’s hair. So heat, much sexual, wow.

14. Even if he is an overbearing, megalomaniac arse, he’s my overbearing megalomaniac arse” – no, Ana, no. That doesn’t justify his behavior ffs
15. Also, arse? Isn’t that specifically British? Y’all live in the U.S. ‘MURICA
16. I feel like these books have thrown back women’s rights by centuries.
17. “I am Miss Wet Blouse 2011

18.If I’m going to fuck you seven shades of Sunday, I want you to keep still” – NOBODY TALKS LIKE THIS JESUS CHRIST
19. I’m the new eye rolling world champion because this is so so bad.
20.After all our arguing today, my frustration with him, his with me—we still have this. We will always have this” – this being the sex. Because sex is always the answer in any dysfunctional relationship. Nonononononononono
21. No joy unfurls and stretches lazily” – THIS IS NOT A LOGICAL SENTENCE WHAT EVEN WHO WRITES LIKE THIS
23. Caps lock should indicate to you all how bitter and annoyed i am because this book is infuriating. It’s like book 1 and 2 banded together to create this pile of utter shit. FIfty Shades Freed: Back with a Vengeance spite of his control freakery, his megalomania, this is where I belong” – OMG STOP JUSTIFYING THIS SHIT. This is not romantic. This is fucked up.
25. Ana’s inner monologue is like hearing the screech of millions of birds attacking me while I walk calmly through the park.
26. Yes, it’s torture, in case you’re fond of birds and my previous statement didn’t really reach home with you.
27. “My subconscious nods sagely at me. Yes … we done good today. My inner goddess gloats” – these books have sold millions of copies these books have sold millions of copies these books have sold millions of copies

28.   Me while reading this godawful piece of „literature”

29.And I am a child again to be scolded” – the definition of their relationship. HOW IS THIS ROMANTIC IN ANY WAY
30. They’re fighting again someone please come and end my misery but not before i drink a few glasses of wine so that i can find sweet sweet release
32. The emails are back. Lord have mercy, the emails are back. Someone save me. I’d gladly run towards fire at this point.
33.   “What are you doing with Kate?”
Oh no. “We’re just going out for a quiet drink.”
Christian says nothing.
“I thought Kate was coming to the apartment.”
“She is after a quick drink.” Please let me go out!

34. 10 points to Gryffindor for identifying what’s wrong in the above exchange. I’ll tell you what: EVERYTHING
35. 10 points for me yaaaassss
36. She’s staying in hahahahahahahah shoot me
37. Sample of words the author throws at me in order to mask the stupidity that is this book: punctilious, priapic, hoplophobe
39. “Mine,” he breathes. “Do as you’re told. Hang up.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hang up and grin stupidly at the phone.
– this is so fucked up i cry
40. Ana and Kate still went to the bar, in defiance of His Majesty, Lord Christian, and now he is uber angry. How dare she defy him. Yadda yadda yadda I’m too old for this shit
41. Ana’s ex boss – you know, the one who attacked her and set fire to Christian’s whatever-the-fuck-it-was – was caught in their apartment. DRAMA SO MUCH DRAMA ALL THE DRAMA

42. I need a break and chocolate

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Things I have learned from Fifty Shades of Grey

Things I have learned from Fifty Shades Darker

definitely, definitely no logic 1/2

an: I watched ONE EPISODE of Gilmore Girls and got so upset about Jess Mariano that this happened. I cannot watch GG. I CANNOT. Why did they put it all on Netflix???

This is all speculative post-series Literati - I never got over his last appearance and this was all I ever wanted from them. Will be done in two parts.

definitely, definitely no logic

The first time is an accident. She runs into him in a suburb outside of Philly (she’d meant to visit him once she had a moment to spare for herself, but as usual plans and Jess didn’t ever work out quite right) in a coffee shop, arguing with a woman she recognizes as her two-rows-up fellow reporter, the one who got here because she’d been sleeping with the editor of some up-and-coming political news website (Or so the rumors said. She’s not much for letting rumors be the final judgment on a person.)

She recognizes his voice as she’s pleading with the barista to please, don’t leave room, for all that is holy don’t leave room in her red-eye, and her gaze darts to the corner of the room - he’s got a stack of papers littered on the table around him, a mug of something still steaming, making watermarks on one of his stacks, and a blazer thrown over a plush loveseat, and Margot Fletcher has stars in her eyes.

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Stress Relief


Request: Do you think you could do a one shot where you and Sam are in college and he sneaks into your dorm room at night and lots of fluff please?

Request: What about a Sam x reader where she’s super stressed for finals, but he hangs out with her and helps with whatever he can and eventually one of them admits they have feelings for the other and its just really sweet? I love your imagines btw :)

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One Direction Preference

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People at School Find Out You’re Dating

Notes: so most are like the request, but one of them because that’s just what happened. plus, they’re all like college based schooling. hope you enjoy!

Liam: Now that people knew, they asked you questions. They asked what it was like, how you met, what it was like for you to never see them. You didn’t want to be rude and ignore them, but you couldn’t exactly put into words. People who you had never even spoken to were coming up to you and saying hi or asking how you were. Your professors, however, were not fazed by this newfound information. “Is there anyway I could email this to you?” You asked your World Lit Professor. He wasn’t amused. “Everyone has to turn it in to me during class time.” He was shuffling through his folders and putting his papers from class back into his bag. “I know. I’m just not going to be in town at the end of next week when the paper is due.” “And why’s that?” He was quick to ask you harshly, but you felt he didn’t deserve a reply for acting such a way. “You’ll get my paper by email because I’m not going to be in town.” You spat at him, quite annoyed. “Just because your boyfriend’s in a famous band doesn’t give you special accommodations.” It took all you had to not punch him, so with the self-respect you still had, you just walked out of the classroom while rolling your eyes.  

Zayn: You were relieved actually. Now, you didn’t have to hide your relationship, or worry about it coming out to the public because well, now it already was. The hardest part seemed to be over. But as time would pass, you quickly realized how hard it was to live a normal life. Anytime you went out, the paparazzi were following you. One day you were at the store enjoying a shopping day when people rushed up to you. They were young girls, wearing One Direction shirts and holding their phones. “Oh my gosh. You’re Y/N.” They startled you, making you whip around, almost hitting them with your hands. “Uh…” You began. “We love you so much.” You chuckled; they didn’t even know the real you. “You and Zayn are like so cute. Oh my god.” They began rambling. “Can we like take a picture with you? Or like can you sign our shirts?” This was such a random act. All you wanted to do was go shopping, but instead you ended up signing shirts and taking pictures with them.

Louis: You were on break from school when it happened, and you hoped that when you would return for the winter session, that people would let it die down. But of course that didn’t happen. “You date Louis from One Direction? How the hell did someone like you end up with him.” Someone yelled. You did your best to ignore the comments and what people were yelling, but as your life was now being commented about and brought into the limelight. “I hope this doesn’t make you hate me. Or hate being with me.” Louis told you one night. “No.” You shook your head. “Why would it make me hate you?” “Because. Now you’ll be on the front of magazines with lies written about you everyday. It’s not an ideal lifestyle.” There was a light laughter in his voice, but you knew he was serious. Louis himself had grown tiresome of the lifestyle, and his only wish was that you wouldn’t grow to feel the same way about him.

Niall: “Maybe you shouldn’t go to class today.” He texted you. “Why?” You answered, about to get into your car. “Just because. I don’t want you working to hard.” You laughed at his reply. “I have finals in like a week. I can’t miss anymore!” Niall didn’t reply for a little while, giving you time to drive to class. But when you got out of the car, someone came rushing up to you. “Your Y/N right? Niall’s girlfriend?” You felt your heart stop beating and your breath hitched in your throat. No words were being said from either of you. “I saw you on the news this morning and I just have to know.” She was way too eager for a morning class, but by the tone in her voice, you could tell that she was quite serious. Your phone buzzed in your hand, the screen lighting up with a new text from Niall. From her invasion of privacy she saw your screen. “I knew it! I can’t believe that you’re actually dating him.” She started to ramble on, but you ended up walking away so fast that you couldn’t hear another word she said.

Harry: The paparazzi now followed you into your classes, and as you walked from building to building. For so long, you had been able to keep it a secret. But one leaked photo had to ruin everything. “I’m so sorry they’re doing this.” Harry told you over the phone. He called during class and you didn’t want to miss it, so you left a little early. “It’s ok. We both knew we couldn’t hide it forever.” “Things are going to be a lot different now Y/N.” His voice was so stern. You knew this too it just hadn’t resonated yet. “I’ll get over it.” You told him with a light-hearted chuckle. “I know you will.” You heard his smile in his voice, and suddenly you felt the need to see it. “Hey, what do you saw i fly out to wherever you are and spend the weekend with you?” Harry wouldn’t protest to that, but he would try to convince you to stay and go to class. Your world had truly just been flipped around, but you knew with Harry by your side that eventually everything would go back to being somewhat normal.

Hand Me Down

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Hand Me Down

Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

Hey love ur writing! Can u do a Dean x reader based off of the song ‘Hand me Down’ by Matchbox Twenty. I imagined it as them dancing to the song, and maybe add in some jealous!Dean. Whatever u wanna do! Thanks(:


          Dean watched as Y/N sat joking with the man at the bar, he felt his grip on the beer he was holding growing tighter as he watched the two head out to the dance floor. He struggled to keep it together as she moved with him watching as the guy’s hands wandered down her body. He watched as she smiled at the sleeze who was touching her. He knew what would happen, same thing that has happened in the past. She would go hook up and never hear from the guy again. He knew it would get to her. He knew he would find her in a few days trying to hide her sadness.
           It was her only down fall she was so trusting. She came from a small town, moved to the big city. Things weren’t the same, it wasn’t a matter of knowing everyone. People here didn’t care who they screwed over as long as they got what they wanted. Y/N was too trusting, too innocent, too sweet, too her.
           Then the self-hatred would start, it always did. Nothing he said changed it. Tonight would be no exception, Dean knew this guys type, what he wanted, all he wanted. Hell Dean was one of them, well, maybe not so much now. Not since Y/N walked into his life. Literally, there had been a mix up with motel rooms and he had stumbled into hers when she had just come out the shower in nothing more than a small towel.  He smiled at the memory. How awkward it had been, how red her face was. They hit it off though, after all the awkwardness left. She had not long started hunting and ended up tagging along with the boys. She wasn’t half bad.      

She had an amazing ability to assess situations and read the play so much better than anyone they met. She could figure out if a plan would work within seconds, and to think on her feet and change things. It amazed him constantly. And yet no matter how well she read the hunts she couldn’t read a person.
           Dean caved not willing to watch her go through it again, he walked over and tried to interrupt the dance,
           ‘Hey sweetheart, can I have this dance?’ He asked. She smiled at him that gorgeous smile that made him melt. God let her say yes. Her date had other plans
           ‘Sorry buddy, she’s got a partner.’ The guy she was with pulled her in tighter, Y/N gave Dean an apologetic smile missing the tension in his jaw. She knew he cared for her. But she never figured it was anything more than a friend. When they first met, she thought there might be but as time wore on she realised it was friends and hunting partners only. So she decided to distract herself looking for someone else to keep her mind occupied. Dean struggled not to hit the guy in front of him. He struggled not to yank Y/N from his arms. But he kept his fists tight by his sides.
           ‘Sorry Y/N/N,’ Dean tried so hard to be polite, but from the look on her face he knew it wasn’t sounding that way. ‘I’m heading off soon, might pay to wrap things up. So I can take you home.’ He glared at the other man.
           ‘You came with him?’ The guy asked, surprised.
           Y/N nodded, ‘He’s my housemate.’
           ‘Well babe, I can drop you home later if you like?’ The jerkoff offered, Dean felt his chest tighten, his jaw tense.
            ‘A late night probably isn’t the best idea.’ Dean spoke through gritted teeth. ‘We have that work thing tomorrow.’ Y/N looked at him funny, there was no work thing. They had just finished a hunt. She was confused, really confused.
            ‘Work thing? What work thing?’ Dean watched as her eyebrows knitted together, as she tried thinking about what they were meant to do. The mild panic that she had forgotten something important. It was a cute look. He watched as she bit her lip, as her hand went searching in her jean pocket for her phone to check her calendar and email.
             ‘It’s not in there Y/N/N, Sam messaged me about it earlier. Research mostly.’
            ‘Oh well that’s no big deal. I mean it is but I can handle a late night and to let off steam.’ She smiled at him as she let out a sigh of relief and ran her hand through her hair. Dean watched as it fell straight back down in her face. He smiled softly as he pushed it aside. And tried again.
           ‘You sure? I’m happy to stay a bit longer if you want, but not all night.’ He glared at the other man standing there, who was looking between the two. Whose look had changed, Dean saw it and struggled to contain himself. The jerk off knew he was interested in Y/N and now she was part of some game she didn’t know about.
            ‘It’s ok. You go, I’ll catch up later.’ Y/N’s night continued as expected, they went back to the guy’s house, fooled around and then things turned. He kicked her out.
            ‘Nothing personal, that was great. But the misses will be home soon.’ Was all he said as he pushed her out the door. Y/N couldn’t believe it. Once again, what seemed like a decent bloke turned out to be an arse. She struggled to fight back the tears, what was wrong with her? Did she come across as that sort of person? The one who you use to cheat on your girlfriend? The one who is only after a one-night stand? Did she dress like a hooker? A slut? She looked down at her jeans and tank top she didn’t think she did. Was she just a horrible person? She wiped her mascara stained cheeks and started walking back towards the bunker.
             Dean was siting at home waiting for her. It was 1am, she should have been home by now, unless that arsehole really was looking after her? Dean shook his head at that thought there was no way he had mistaken him for a crappy bloke. By 1:15 he was pacing the passageway. He picked up his phone for the thousandth time since midnight to call her but put it back down. He just needed to know she was ok.
             Y/N had gotten lost on her way back to the bunker and his really didn’t help matters. She caved and messaged Dean, hoping that it wouldn’t wake him if he were asleep. She knew once he was asleep he slept soundly, but some nights he didn’t sleep at all. You awake? It was barely 30 seconds form her message being sent and her phone rang.
            ‘Sweetheart what’s wrong?’ With that Y/N burst into tears. ‘Where are you?’ he tried again, trying to disguise his panic. He knew how the night would end but this was new.
             ‘I really have no idea.’ She sobbed. ‘I walked and wasn’t paying attention. God, I’m such an idiot.’ She spoke more to herself than him.
             ‘It’s ok, I’ll come find you. Just tell me the name of the street. I’ll be there soon. I promise.’ True to his word, Dean showed up 20 minutes later. He barely put the car into park when he flew out and wrapped his arms around her.
             ‘I’m sorry.’ He mumbled into her hair.
             This made her laugh, ‘Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything.’ Dean wiped tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead.
            ‘I knew he was a jerk and I didn’t stop you.’
            ‘I’m a big girl Dean I don’t need you to chaperone or sort through the men in my life. Although some days I think I may need it.’
            They drove home in silences, Y/N cleaning up her face before getting ready for bed. Dean knocked on her door and came in sliding into her bed next to her. She told him about her night, what had happened. He was pissed, once again she was used and abused.
           ‘You should have called.’ He growled, annoyed at how long she had been walking the streets.
            ‘I am sure you had better things to do; besides you don’t need to be running around after me. I feel bad I got lost. I should have paid more attention.’
           ‘Sweetheart it’s why I am here, if you need me call. I don’t care what time it is, if I am asleep, awake, in the middle of something or bored. If you need me call, you are my priority. You take precedence over everything else.’ He wrapped his arm around her, running a hand through her hair.
          ‘Maybe I just need to give up on the whole dating thing.’ Y/N yawned. ‘They all seem crappy anyway. It’s not like I will miss out on much.’
          ‘Or maybe you just need the right guy.’ Dean answered, knowing she was only half listening. ‘One that will treat you right, like you deserve.’ He listened as her breathing changed. Smiling to himself, tomorrow was going to be hell for her. But he will be here to listen as he always was. Tonight though, he got to lay with her in his arms.

The Curious Case of the Neighbor in the Night

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This scenario won 2nd place in the fluff category.

            You were jolted awake by loud banging sounding from your kitchen. Groaning, you rolled over to gaze at your alarm clock, the bright green numbers reading 3:42 a.m. As you sat up, you became more and more confused.

            “I live alone,” you thought to yourself, “who could be here?” You looked around your room for something that could be used as a weapon against the potential burglar. Finally, your eyes settled on the razor you had on your vanity for emergency brow-trimming. You walked to the vanity and clutched the razor in your hand, stalking over to your bedroom door.

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Imagine #70 Just your house cleaner (part 11)

“I’m your boss, you do what I say. Now go change, I like it better when you are in one of my shirts” He winked as you walked to go change and he tapped your ass.

You walked back in his bedroom to get his shirt he gave you last night to sleep in. You couldn’t stop smiling about the fact that you finally could say that Neymar Jr is your boyfriend. When you walked back down you noticed he was watching TV in the living room so you decided to make him breakfast.

“What do you want to eat?” You asked as you kissed him on his cheek from behind.

“I’ll have some eggs” He smiled as he lifted his chin to see you standing behind the sofa. You kissed him this time on the lips and walked to the kitchen.

You always enjoyed cooking and making him breakfast, but this time it was different. You were not just cooking for Neymar, but for your boyfriend, the person who will spend most of the time with you, who thinks about you, and who you are able to kiss anytime you want.

While you were finishing his plate, you heard him walk inside the room. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You smiled and looked back at him.

“Someone is in a good mood?” you smiled and turned around.

“Mhm” Neymar shake his head as he lifted you up, so you sit on the counter. You put your arms around his neck and looked straight in to his eyes smiling.

“What’s the plan?” You asked and noticed his expression changed. “What?”

“Well… They emailed me that I have a phootoshoting later…” He said as he rubbed his head a little bit confused of what your reaction will be.

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll call Rafa” you said teasing him, because you knew he thought you liked Rafinha at first.

“(y/n)” He said getting serious.

“What? I don’t want to be alone all day” you kept playing with him; you enjoyed seeing him get jealous.

“I’ll cancle my meeting” he moved away to get his phone making you laugh as he was serious. You jumped down and stopped him.

“Babe!” You jumped in front of him and put your arms around his waist laughing at him being annoyed, “I was joking.”

“So you won’t call Rafina?” he asked raising his eyebrows still with an upset face making you smile.

“I don’t even have his number” you smiled and lifted up a little to kiss him, this innocent kiss changed in to a deep passionate kiss.

You felt Neymar’s hand going under your shirt, you were naked, not wearing a bra, so you got shivers at his touch.  

“You should know that I don’t like to share” Neymar said as he pulled away from the kiss.

You didn’t answer, you just proudly looked at him and went for another kiss. His hands were now on your ass as you were pressed against his bare chest. He was about to take off your shirt when both of you were stopped by his phone ringing.

“Aghhh…” Neymar rolled his eyes.

“Noooo” you made a puppy dog face, because it was just about to get fun, but he had to answer. He let you go and walked to the table to see who was calling.

“Yeah? When? I finish at 4pm I think… Okay then, I’ll be there. Bye.” You heard Neymar talking on the phone with someone.

“Who was it?” You asked as he walked back to you, but not as happy as before.

“Messi. Somehow, they decided that the training will be and we will have it later this afternoon at 6.30” He said as the two of you walked back to the kitchen to take your plates.

“I see. And when are you leaving for the phootoshoting?” You asked a little bit upset that he won’t be at home the entire day.

“I have to be there in two hours,” He said knowing you would be unhappy about it.

“Oh, okay.” You said and walked to the table being followed by him. He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t just cancel everything for you, plus the two of you were together for just a day and no one even knew.

When you were looking at social on your phone, you noticed Neymar posted a photo of him that he took while you were making breakfast with the caption “Good morning, it’s a beautiful day! Hope you all have fun”. It was then that you remembered about his fans, him being famous.

You didn’t know how this will go, if he even wants people to know. You looked at him and noticed he was smiling at something on his phone. It took just one thought and your mood changed completely. You were afraid to ask him if he wants people to know, because he might get mad or think you want it all too fast.

You finished eating and walked to clean you plate while he was still finishing. You walked to get dressed and thought about going to your place, since you were still living there even if you were mostly at Neymar’s house.

“What are you doing?” Neymar asked as he saw you were taking your coat and all your stuff.

“I need to go see my apartment, I still live there.” You said not looking at him.

“Oh, then bring all your stuff here.” Neymar said as if it was nothing special.

“What? No, I can’t do that.” You looked at him confused.

“Why? You have everything here.”

“No Neymar, this between us just started and I don’t want to rush things.”

“I’m okay with it, but there is one thing I would have to ask you.”

You looked at him afraid of his question.

“I don’t want us to be official already… I mean, I broke up with Bruna not long ago and then people will start to ask and follow us. I don’t think we need this right now.” Neymar said as he walked closer.

“I understand.” You forced a smiled as he pulled you in his arms already making you feel better.

“This doesn’t mean I am not happy with you okay?” He said like he knew this made you upset. “You can come with me on training if you want, they won’t tell anyone about us”

A smile immediately appeared on your face and you looked up to face him “I would love to, but won’t Luis get mad?”

“Of course not, but I will have to careful not to get distract” He winked and kissed your forehead as he let you go, because he had to get ready.

After you took some of your stuff from the apartment and called your family back in Brazil you went back to Neymar’s house. As much as you wanted to tell your parents about your relationship with Neymar, it was still not the time. Also you were still hiding everything from your best friend, for the first time in your life she had no clue about what was going on with your romantic life.

After a while Neymar finally came back home, he grabbed something to eat and the two of you were already headed to his training. He was telling you about his phootoshooting and you enjoyed listening to him, his raspy voice was music to your ears and he was so deeply in to the conversation that you couldn’t help but stare at him.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” He smiled confused.

“I’m admiring you” you smiled and he put his hand on your thigh and continued talking about his day until you came to the stadium.

You were a little bit nervous even though you knew some of his teammates, but meeting someone like Mess and Suarez was unthinkable.

“C’mon, let’s go” He said as he grabbed his beg from the car and you followed him inside. He was greeting everyone while you were walking behind him like a lost, confused puppy.

“I’ll go change now, wait for me here okay?  The boys are already in the changing room.” He said before leaving you alone in the corridor.

While you were waiting for him and you could hear the boys talking and laughing at the other sie of the door you noticed two man walking towords you. You could recognize one of them was Luis Enrique.

“Hey, are you allowed to be here?” Luis asked looking at you a little bit mad as he didn’t know how you got inside.

“I came with Neymar Jr, I’m sorry. I can leave if there is any problems” You said trying to spek in Spanish as good as possible.

“Oh, Neymar?” He looked at you raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, he said I can come, but I can leave.”

“Oh no, no. You can stay if you are his friend; I thought you were a fan who made it through.” He smiled and left with the other man.

You were relived he didn’t get mad and then noticed someone opening the door of the changing room.

“Who do we have here?” You heard Ter Stegen who was the first one to come out, “who do you want to take a picture with?” he asked kindly, but before you could answer Pique followed.

“What a beautiful girl we have here, how did you even get inside?” Pique looked at you, he was so tall you had to look up.

“(y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice, it was Dani, who came closer and hugged you. “How are you?”

“I’m great thank you.” You smiled and heard the others saying that you were probably one of Dani’s friends, but you didn’t want to say anything.

“You really are cute, beautiful eyes I have to say” sudenlly Marc said and you just thanked him blushing.

“Okay okay now everyone back off” Neymar said as he walked to you, because they were all around you like you were an alien.

“Neymar, you were the last one so you need to get in line,” Marc laughed.

“Actually I was the first one so she is already taken” Neymar said as he put his arm around your shoulder and walked through them.

“Ohhh!” Everyone started laughing any acting crazy, which made you smile but you got shy.

“Neymar, you have good taste! You’re lucky!” Adriano shout behind him making him look back and wink at him proudly.

“And this is my team outside the pitch.” Neymar joked.

As they walked to the pitch and you just bend over because something fell you saw Neymar attacking Pique who was looking in your way as ou moved back up and sit.

*Neymar POV*

“You know your girlfriend looks hot. She’s got a nice ass.” Pique said as (y/n) was looking down for something with her ass directly in our way.

“Don’t you look at her like that!” I moved Piques face away from (y/n) and he started laughing.

“Don’t worry, I have Shakira!” Pique laughed and ran to the others.