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Possessive (Ethan)



There were only thirty minutes left in the game and tension was high in the crowded arena. The NY Rangers were down by only one point and needed just that to beat the LA Kings. You weren’t really rooting for either team, hockey wasn’t your thing, but you wore Ethan’s Rangers jersey with pride as you fisted your hand into the bucket of popcorn on your lap. Ethan cheered and cried next to you, gripping Grayson’s jersey tight whenever the Rangers were close to scoring a goal. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense, as he kept his eyes fixated on the game. He hadn’t paid much attention to you since you had left the hotel room and you tried your best to swallow down your disappointment. You thought of all things you could be doing in New York instead of sitting at some dumb hockey game but you tried your best to remain enthusiastic for Ethan’s sake. He rarely got enough free time between filming videos, editing, meetings, interview – everything. Not to mention he had been more stressed than usual and a little on edge so you figured a simple hockey game wasn’t too much to ask if it would make him happy.

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I can make a phangirl cringe.

So like yesterday, I saw a hat and I was like, wow that’s a nice hat! Then when I looked closer I saw that it was deep cherry coloured. I talked to the person selling it and she was sitting in a very comfortable looking
chair. I asked her how much the hat was and she told me to hold on a second because her hamster had escaped. She lured it back into its cage using milk. It was a strange day, but hey… Now
Every month i buy a hat from her store :)

prompt: “hey, have you seen…? Oh” + “well, this is awkward” + “it’s not what it looks like” 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: fluff with v minor tony swearing

prompt list: click here

a/n: please send me hd horizontal bucky gifs bc im running out and im not gonna post new fics without cute gifs im petty like that

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Pulse Part 9

Part 8

Genre: Angst, fluff is coming tho don’t worry
Words: 2,165
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, cute Peter Quill
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Steve approached his friend’s side after as he saw Bucky start to stand, albeit wobbly, to his feet. He could see he was staring to feel better, but wasn’t back to being quite himself yet.

“I-I can’t be here right now. Get me away from him, away from her, away fr-”

“Slow down, Buck. What is it?” His hand clasped Bucky’s shoulder both to support him and to encourage him to share what was on his mind. Only Bucky could see the frustration hidden behind his eyes. So much was going on, he didn’t need to be dealing with Bucky’s freak out right now.

He looked back to Peter sitting calmly in one of the chairs, scrolling through his phone to pass time, before looking back at Steve. “Just…” His voice cracked as tears filled his eyes.

Steve pulled his body into his own before he could get an explanation out. It was a crushing hug that Bucky desperately needed, but even the comfort of his life-long friend’s arms couldn’t push the heart-wrenching pain out of his chest.

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No Strings Attached: Pt. 3

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2173


The cab ride to the Mikaelson Compound felt terribly long. You had the need to just blow up Kol’s phone with calls and texts. But, you knew better that he would only ignore them so instead, you held back.

You gazed out the window and started slightly shaking your right leg from being so impatient to arrive at your destination already. We’re you really in danger or is it possible that Kol got jealous? Surely enough, you won’t stop until your question gets answered.

Finally after what felt like forever, you have arrived. You paid the cab driver with cash, letting him keep the rest of your change as you rushed out. Thank goodness Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jackson’s apartment because you planned on raising hell once you got inside.

“Kol!” You shouted as you marched inside the compound. “Kol effing Mikaelson!”

Klaus and Elijah just happened to be sitting at the table exchanging words while drinking scotch. “Oh, hey guys.” You greeted, then went back to using your eyes to scan around the compound. “I know you can hear me!”

Just as you grabbed onto the railing to walk upstairs, Klaus stops you to get a word in. “And may I ask what my little brother did this time? It seems that bloke has a habit of getting himself into a mess.” If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would be able to see the amused look Klaus has on his face. The tone in his voice says it all.

“Long story, Klaus.” You weren’t in the mood to vent.

“I assume you’ve been drinking, miss Y/N? I can smell the alcohol in your breath from here.” Elijah said.

“Yup. Your sisters too.” You continued to make your way up the stairs without caring if Klaus and Elijah wanted to add on or not, you needed to speak with Kol.

After looking in room after room, you found Kol hanging out on the patio taking his time drinking out of a blood bag.

“Okay so you’re playing the ignoring game now?I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” You spat, stopping just a few feet behind him crossing your arms in front of you.

Kol sighed before speaking. “You don’t give up do you?” He turned to face you, setting the now empty blood bag on the nearby table.

You made no answer. “Fine.” Kol sassed then continued, “Well go on, let’s have a seat.” He pointed over at the bed since his bedroom didn’t have any chairs or couches available to sit on. You swallowed, then followed through, perching yourself at the edge of his bed as Kol did too.

“Okay, so?” You questioned, keeping your eyes on him.

“I suppose, seeing you with that vile man made me uneasy. I wanted to snap his neck the moment I saw him speak to you. But seeing as Marcel has these rules, I simply cannot.” Kol said.

“First of all, that man was very polite to me. And secondly, how in the world did it make you feel so uncomfortable that you just had to ruin our night out?” You asked, fixing him with a stare as you await your answer.

“I’m aware that we had these bloody rules about not allowing ourselves to feel feelings for each other. I mentally punish myself for it everyday.”

“Um what?”

Kol took a deep breath. “I, Kol Mikaelson, have unintentionally fallen for my…fuck buddy.” He admitted while forcing a smile.

You stifled a laugh and fell silent for just a moment. If you could, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. How in the hell did you get so lucky?

“My apologies, darling. I know this is uncomfortable for you since it’s obvious you’re to trying to move forward with your life and all.” Kol stood up off the bed, he frowned, feeling embarrassed because he assumed you don’t feel the same way he does. “You asked, so I answered.”

“Oh no no no. I’m just processing this right now. Sit back down.” You patted your hand next to you on the firm mattress. “So when I told you yesterday that I wanted to start dating again. I actually don’t.”

Not a word came out of Kol. He just sat there trying to read your facial expressions.

“I ended up having feelings for you too, but since we made that stupid vow, I thought you followed it.” You confessed.

“Why not bother telling me, Y/N?” Kol questioned, resting his hand on top of yours.

“I could say the same to you, Kol.” You blurted, then softened your tone of voice. “But I hate rejection, so, I figured if I just distanced myself, the feelings would go away, you know?”

“I understand, love. Well since that’s all in order, what shall we do?” Kol quickly lightened the mood. He can’t ever be in his feelings for too long or else he’d go crazy.

You stretched, then made yourself comfortable on the bed by resting your head on the pillow. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

Even though Kol ruined your planned night out, you couldn’t help but get over it, especially since he looks so hot in his button up and you were still a little buzzed. Laying in his bed gave you dirty thoughts of all the sex you had with him. You flirted with the idea of Kol being on top of you right now. And of course, since you were his play thing for those last couple of months, you knew exactly how to get him in the mood.

You brushed your hair with your fingers to one side and teasingly bit your bottom lip, hoping it wouldn’t look too obvious that you’re trying.

“You’re a daft one, Y/N.” Kol chuckled, then crawled over to place himself on top of you. He planted his lips on yours which led to a hot and steamy kiss. You started to wrap your legs around his waist until all of a sudden, he stops and pulls back, giving you a devilish grin.

“Um, what’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Sorry, but that’s all you get, love.” Kol made known with that grin plastered all over his face.

“You’re annoying.” You scoffed and moved him off of you so that you can sit up on the bed.

“Oh don’t be so cross with me. Now that we both fancy each other on a deeper level, you’re going to have to work for it, darling.”

At first you didn’t understand, but you realized that Kol did have a point. “Yup, you’re right. So how do we approach this then?”

Kol took a second to think about it and then an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head. “I have a thought. How about I take you on a date or two and we move from there?”

“I’d love that.” The smile on your face could be seen from a mile away. You leaned over to give Kol a kiss on the cheek. “Pick me up tomorrow night at 7:00.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agreed.

You left the room so that you could end your night with Kol at that. Waking downstairs, you can still see Klaus and Elijah in the same spot. “Great.” You mouthed to yourself.

“Where’s Kol? Ah, let me guess. You rid of him with that dagger?” Klaus implied, taking a sip of his bourbon. Elijah just sat there and decided to mind his own business this time by keeping his opinions to himself.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You joked, then walked out the front so that you could wait outside for your cab. There was no way you were going to wait in the middle of the compound for your cab with Klaus. You were tired and just wanted to go home and get some rest.

As you were waiting, you thought about how excited you are to go on your first date with Kol. You mentally crossed your fingers hoping that this leads to something amazing.

(The First Date…)

You never thought of Kol being the romantic type. Who can blame you though because you were so used to being his booty call that being viewed as something much more will take some getting used to.

The night sky was pitch black as the time is a quarter to 9. Kol told you to dress up and have you meet him at his house. Arriving there, there was a stranger on the driveway dressed in a suit who had special instructions on where you to lead you. You figured Kol had compelled this man.

The man led you towards the backyard in a path that led to the trees which had beautiful lights and lanterns wrapped around and hanging. The end of the path brought you to a table meant for two with high end looking plates and utensils. The table was also minimally decorate with well lit candle and rose in the center of the table. The best part about it, is seeing Kol sitting at the table waiting especially for you.

“Hello, darling. You made it.” Kol smiled, then he got up to pull your chair out for you.

“I mean of course. But oh wow. You did all of this?” You sat down, still looking around amazed with everything.

“I may or may not have compelled someone to help me.”

“Of course you did.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully.

It didn’t take long for the compelled butler (as you call him) to bring out a cart filled with 3 course meals. “Not too shabby.” You commented.

After lots of food and laughter, the night ended successfully. Kol walked you to the car and innocently planted a kiss on the forehead. Butterflies took over your stomach on your drive home and you laid in bed with a gigantic smile on your face.

(Several Dates Later…)

It has been almost a month now that you and Kol had agreed on this whole ‘dating’ thing. To the fortune of both of you, everything has been going great and you were just dying to have sex with him already. You were hoping he was thinking the same thing too.

Today is your day off, so you decided to invite yourself over to the Mikaelson Compound to hang out with Kol. The plan was to watch a couple of movies and maybe even spend some time with Hope if she isn’t with her mom and Jackson. Today would also be the first time that the both of you had alone time in his room since this all started since Kol’s been really strict on taking you out on dates only.

Walking in, you see Rebekah playing with Hope. Kol was just hanging out on the chair scrolling through his phone. It looked as if he was doing it to kill time as he waited on you. “Hey guys.” You announced.

“Hi, Y/N.” Rebekah greeted you, then went back to smothering Hope in kisses.

After Kol heard your name, he looked up and put his phone in his pocket. “Ah, darling. It’s about time you arrived.” Kol stated, greeting you with a hug and a long kiss on the lips.

“Oh you two lovebirds.” Rebekah stopped to compliment.

“So, I brought my favorite Tim Burton movies that we can watch.” You said to Kol, pulling the movies out of your bag for Kol to see, then put it back inside. You would love to give Hope some of your attention, but whenever Rebekah is here, she always tends to hog her.

“Whatever you like.” Kol said while looking at you with loving eyes.

Of course movie time meant cuddling in Kol’s bed under the warm blanket. 30 minutes into the movie, Kol had his hand over your thigh. It wasn’t long until the temptation got to him which led him to slowly traveling his hand high towards your core. Since you’re the one that’s probably wanted it more than him, you were more than happy to allow Kol to do whatever he wanted to you.

You started breathing heavily and let out light moans while he slowly rubbed his fingers in circles through your panties. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, the both of you were ripping each others clothes off.

Before getting too aggressive, Kol stopped himself so that he can take his time with you. This was a first considering when you two were friends with benefits, you were practically attacking each other. But this moment, at this pace was a euphoric experience.

You’ve never made love to anyone like you’ve done with him and you have the confidence to say that he’s the best you ever had, enough to put you to sleep. As Kol was spooning you while you were asleep, he made sure to kiss you goodnight. “So much for finishing this movie, love.” He whispered in your ear.

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Maas University: Part One

Students littered across the campus of Maas University. Cassian had to slow to a stop twelve times before getting to his parking space. Peering out the windshield, Cassian gazed at the set of brick buildings. Memories of the best kind poured into him: meeting Nesta, his friends, his family. People he hadn’t seen in years.

He squeezed his wife’s hand before he turned the ignition off and peered over the seat at his children. Aysel still slept, her military jacket thrown over her, covering her ripped jeans and Halestorm band tee, her headphones still in her ears. Bay too had headphones in, his eyes trained on the book resting in his lap. “We’re here guys.”

Looking up from his book, Bay pulled down his headphones and looked out the window, his hazel green eyes filled with a quiet nervousness as he watched the students. He turned to shake Aysel awake. “Ays.”

Kohl lined blue-grey eyes fluttering open, Aysel pulled her headphones from her ears, music still blasting from them and looked out the window. Face lighting up, she shoved off her jacket and barreled out of the car, shouting, “I have arrived, bitches!”

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#342 [Seth Rollins]

Requested, #342, “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” - he’s with the whole Triple H feud, you’re also a diva so you just walk out to the ring defending Seth & you break kayfabe (Prompt from here.)

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“See you at the arena?”

“Yep.” You accepted your boyfriend’s kiss, and then watched him walk out of your shared hotel room, luggage trailing behind him.

Returning to your own packing, you glanced out the window trying to determine if you needed any type of jacket over your dress or not. Deciding to take the risk, you packed away all your items, and after confirming nothing was getting forgotten, left the room. You headed down to the lobby, where Charlotte was sitting in a chair, scrolling on her phone, her own luggage around her.

“Hey chica,” you greeted her, gaining her attention.

“Hello my love! Ready?”

“Let’s go,” you confirmed, as she stood up and got her things organized to leave.

“Seth already leave?”

“He did. Few minutes ago.”

“Ya know, I could always just third wheel it? Makes it easier.”

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a/n: i don’t really know what this is, but i based it off of a dream i had last night. also i didn’t know what to title this (if you have a better title, or want to request something, tell me)

You were sitting on your bed, typing something out on your laptop, when Shawn walked inside your apartment and collapsed onto the couch. You two were in America for a few weeks, while Shawn did some promo stuff for his tour. He was at a magazine interview all morning, so you thought you’d work on some stuff for your journalism class. “Hey, baby, how was your interview?” You asked, closing your laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

“Was boring.” Shawn replied, toeing off his shoes and stretching out on the couch. He laid his head in your lap, and your fingers began to card through his hair. “Mm, feels nice.”

“You tired?” You asked, smirking. “Why don’t you take a nap? Get some rest before that press thing we have later.” You suggested, knowing Shawn was supposed to attend a small gathering for people in his label.

“Can you nap with me?” He asked, stripping out of his black shirt and jeans.

You nodded, plugging your phone into it’s charger. You crawled into the hotel’s bed and curled up next to Shawn, after setting an alarm for a few hours.

The setting sun woke you up, and you saw it had only been about forry-five minutes since you fell asleep. You saw Shawn was still snoring away, so you carefully rolled off of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You exited the cool room and did your best to open the sliding door to the room’s balcony as quietly as you could, as to not wake Shawn.

You had grabbed your phone on your way out, so you sat on one of the plush chairs and scrolled through Instagram, liking some pictures that you saw. Setting your phone on the table next to you, you grabbed a book you had brought out with you and began to read.

Sticking a bookmark in the page of your book, you looked up when you saw Shawn step outside. “What time is it?” You asked, standing up.

“Little past five.” Shawn sniffled, running a hand through his sleep-matted hair.

“Ok,” You nodded. You two had to be in the lobby of the hotel in a little less than two hours. “Guess we should start getting ready?” You asked, wrapping your arms around Shawn’s torso.

“In a little.” Shawn said, kissing you. You early kissed back, and only broke apart when you two needed air.

“How was your nap?” You asked quietly, opening the door. The cool air from the air condtioner welcomed you, and Shawn shrugged.

“I’ve slept better.” He stretched, and your eyes were torn from his face to the sliver of skin peeking out from his shirt. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I need to call Andrew, check in on some stuff.” Shawn smiled.

Once you two had gotten ready and met up with everyone in the lobby, you all headed towards the hotel’s restaurant. Shawn grabbed your hand as you two followed Andrew to one of the tables, and you smiled at him.

Sitting down, you looked at the menus, and Shawn’s hand stayed on your knee while he looked at the menu and talked with some of his labelmates. You all ordered your food, and Shawn moved so his head was resting on your shoulder. “You comfortable?” You asked quietly, knowing it must’ve been awkward considering you were shorter than him.

“Perfect.” He said, lifting your hand to his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled, sqeezing his hand.

a/n: how do u finish something because i never know how to end these. also i got a desk in my room after about 269276 years of asking for one :D 

Of Flora, Fauna, and Fondness

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Summary: AU in which you work at a botanical garden and when I go, I get stung by a bee and have an allergic reaction and you accompany me to the hospital

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How the hell did I draw the short straw on this one? Dean questions as he bats the length of a giant leaf away from his face. It’s probably the tenth one he’s run into in this exhibit alone , the Mediterranean section of the botanical gardens. It was the 75th anniversary of the gardens, and somehow, Dean was the reporter that got stuck with writing the article for the paper.

Adding to the fact that Dean doesn’t know a single damn thing about plants, the gardens are currently packed to capacity with over eager tourists and their giant cameras taking photos of every freakin’ flower in the building. He has to push his way around exhausted parents with screaming kids to make it to the front desk to pick up some information for his article. The building is hot, humid, and smelly; he’s about to sweat through his jacket.

Notepad and pen in hand, Dean decides that it’s time for a break. He searches the maze of green for a bench, a chair - anything. He finally spots one across from a section of multicolored flowers when he feels a sharp sting in his arm.


He knows he shouldn’t have taken his jacket off, but it was just so damn hot in the building. He quickly glances at the area and he knows he’s been stung.

By a bee.

Which he is very allergic to.

It’s only a matter of seconds before he feels his chest tightening. He struggles to breathe and is overcome by dizziness. He makes a few staggering steps to the bench and falls into it, gripping his affected arm. He barely manages to shout a weak help due to his swollen tongue, and he knows this reaction is worse than the last time he was stung.

Dean feels a man sit down next to him, the words fading in and out.

“I’ve called…. 911…. help…coming…”

And then everything goes black.


Dean awakes later to a blindingly white hospital room. His throat feels like he’s swallowed a desert, and his arm still hurts like hell. He’s about to push the call button on his bed - if he can even find the damn thing - when a voice interrupts him.

“You’re awake.”

Dean jumps from the sudden sound. “Jesus man, no need to scare a guy like that. Almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Well,” the man counters, “if you did have one, at least you’re already in a hospital.”

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release the hounds

warning: this contains MASSIVE SPOILERS for the release the hounds episode Joe was in

Word Count: 1,790

Rating: PG-13

You had the drinks and the snacks out, and your comfy clothes were on, but you weren’t sure you were ready. You set everything up whilst Joe started his vlogging clip, explaining how the two of you would be watching the episode of Release the Hounds that he was in since you hadn’t seen it yet. 

“Now, I haven’t told her anything about it purposefully because I wanted to be able to see her true reaction. Are you excited?” He flipped the camera to you, making his way over to the couch to join you.

“I’m nervous! You came home covered in bruises and limped around for a right few days, I’m scared to see what they do to you!” You explained, keeping your voice light and playful, but you truly were a bit scared. It wasn’t a secret that you were a very protective person over the people that you love, so you weren’t sure how the show would make you feel.

“Awe, always lookin’ out for me. It’s not that bad really, I think you’ll like it!” He turned his attention back to the camera again, flipping it around so he could speak to his viewers. “Now, I’m not allowed to film whilst it’s on, cause I’ll get copyrighted and such, so let me know what you thought of it in the comments if you watched, and I will see you guys tomorrow, but remember! I’m not a sally bogger.” And with that he ended the clip, sitting his camera down on the table before turning down the lights and finally joining you on the couch.

He chuckled at the rate in which you were eating the popcorn, because he knew it was what you did during scary shows and movies.

“Babe it’ll be alright. Obviously I made it out alive, I’m right here,” he teased, pulling you close to his side. You knew it was irrational, but there was just something about action that made you nervous – probably because you cared for characters so easily. So seeing your boyfriend in the action was sure to be a disaster.

“I know I know, I just don’t like seeing you get hurt,” you pouted and he rolled his eyes, but he felt warm all over. It wasn’t often that you got to care for him, and he was enjoying it more than he probably should.

The intro made you jump as the show began, which drew a chuckle from Joe. He was going to enjoy this, he was sure of it.

The beginning already had you on edge, watching him be bounced around in a speeding car.

“They should really give you seat belts for that,” you groaned, cuddling up closer to him subconsciously.

“We were strapped in love, you just can’t see. I will say though, that bouncing about hurt my ass so bad.” He could tell you were already nervous, so he pulled you up to his side so he could wrap a reassuring arm around you. “Baby, you’re practically shaking. We don’t have to watch this if you don’t wan-“

“Shhh,” you shushed him as they climbed out of the van. He had been so excited to go, and even more excited for you to watch. You were going to make it through if it killed you.

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Impress Me, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader has to interview Lin last minute and has no idea who he is.

Words: 1542

Author’s Note: I fell in love with the idea that Lin’s dad will only refer to him as ‘Lin-Manuel’? I have no idea why? Lots of dialogue cause…you know…it’s an interview thing. Also…this is the 13th fic I’ve written for Lin…whaaaaatttt.

Warnings: Cursing. A baby I decided to name ‘Elizabeth/Eliza’.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 2

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Toothbrush in mouth, keys in hand, purse thrown over your shoulder, you descended the stairs of your New York apartment building.

Of course Chris was sick. Of course you were the only one who could fill in. Of course you had no idea who the guy you were interviewing was.

To top it all off, you were late picking up your niece from your sister’s place.

You found yourself pushing her stroller as she sat excited, glancing upward at any person who passed by and happily waving at them. Most waved back.

The cafe was closed. The lights were on, but it was quite early to be open. You knocked twice.

“Sorry, we’re not open until 9.” The barista said, taking in your disheveled appearance and the child you were pushing along.

“I’m here to do an interview. Lin-Manuel Miranda?” You self-consciously adjusted yourself.

“He’s here.” She held the door open as you struggled to fit the stroller through the entrance.

He stood as you approached him. He was nothing like the pictures you had quickly glanced at on google. He was clean shaven, short haired, and wasn’t dawning a period costume.

“You’re not Chris.” He stated, offering his hand to shake, “And neither are you.” He knelt down to your niece’s level. She waved at him, he happily and enthusiastically waved back.

“Chris had to cancel, but I have his notes.” You held up the giant packet you had to print this morning, “This is Elizabeth.” You slammed the packet on the table before moving her from the stroller to the highchair the barista had offered, “And I’m Y/N.”

You quickly ordered before you both took your seats, him sipping the coffee he had already been served and you frantically shuffling through the papers Chris had supplied.

“Do you know who I am?” There wasn’t cockiness, there was a genuine curiosity. You winced at the question.

“No?” He beamed at the answer, sitting up in his seat.

“May I?” He glanced at the notes in your hand. You hesitated. “Trade you?” He fished in the pockets of his coat before pulling out a gently used notebook. His personal notebook.

You considered it for a moment before agreeing, pushing the notes across to him. He took them, pushing his notebook across to you.

“Off the record?” He asked before you could get your hands on it.

“You know you don’t really have to say ‘off the record’? Your publicist approves everything before it goes to print.”

“I know.” He smiled, letting his notebook go, “It just seemed like a cool thing to say.”

You flipped through a few pages, his handwriting was large and scattered, as if he was trying to write faster than his mind out of fear the words would disappear. You glanced up at him for a moment to see him frantically scratching away at the packet with a pen. Sometimes his eyes would skim down a page and crumple it up, throwing it to the side.

Elizabeth begins to stir, preparing herself to cry. Before you could move, Lin offers her his hand, and she completely stops her fussing to tug at his fingers. He hums quietly, a song you couldn’t place, but comforted her enough for her to settle back into a calm state.

You didn’t comment, just ducked your head back into his book.

“Alright.” He finally said, pushing back what remained of the packet. “Ask me these questions.”

The questions he left you with only took a few minutes to get through, leaving you with nearly an hour left over. You set aside your notes, but continued recording.

“What do you do with your time now?”

At some point during the interview, Elizabeth had begun to stir again and Lin acted out of instinct, lifting her out of her high chair with your permission and began to walk in paces from wall to wall of the cafe with her tucked close to his chest.

You turned your chair and sat on it backwards to take in what he said in a hushed voice.

“Anything. I went on vacation, which is unheard of for me. I wrote a show on never wanting to leave my fucking neighborhood.” You also learned he cursed like a sailor, “If you could go on vacation right now, where would you go? Just hop on the first flight there with no consequences.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’d just hop on the first flight period. See where it takes me.”

“See, I couldn’t do that! The uncertainty…it’s insane. It’s consuming! I don’t know why it exists, probably that whole fear of death thing? Pretty crazy.”

And there it was. A completely different person than the person who had answered your pre-prepared questions. No longer scripted, and with a baby in his arms, he was completely open.

“Fear of death?” You pressed on.

“Everyone has it. Nobody likes to admit it. Every time you’re driving up a hill, too close to the edge don’t you think ‘Hey, what if I drove off?’. Everyone does it, I probably do it way too often.” He turned his attention back to Elizabeth, “Is she yours?”

“My sister’s.” You answered, “I’m not married, don’t have any kids.” You added before you could stop yourself.

“Good.” Was all he said as he settled Elizabeth, who he now fondly called ‘Eliza’, back into her stroller.

“Alright.” You mused, “You’re like, a pretty big deal, right?”

“Eh…” He answered, shrugging his shoulders and taking the spot across from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Impress me.”

“What? Like, rap? Something from Hamilton?”

“If you think that’ll impress me.” You challenged, nonchalantly brushing dirt off your pants.

“Alright.” He smirked back, making your confidence waver for a second. He pulled his phone out, quickly unlocking it and opening the contacts app, “Who do you want to call?”

He slid out of his chair and took the seat next to you, allowing you to hover over his shoulder as he scrolled through.

“You have Jennifer Lopez in your phone as ‘Jenny From the Block’?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have I mentioned you’re kinda a nerd?” He beamed as he continued his scrolling. “I know who I want to talk to.” He hummed, and you almost changed your mind when he passed Robert Downey Jr, “I want to call your father.”

This certainly took him by surprise as you happily snatched his phone away in search of a contact labeled ‘Dad’. When it came up with nothing, you remembered who you were sitting with and instead found him under ‘Mi Padre’.

You hit ‘Call’ before he could stop you and put the call on speaker as the two of you huddled around the phone. He prayed his father wouldn’t say something too embarrassing. You prayed that he did.

“Lin-Manuel, why are you calling me in the middle of the day? Some of us regular people have jobs.”

“I already love him.” You whispered to Lin.

“Padre, I’m doing an interview. I said she could call anyone on my phone and she picked you.” There was a pregnant pause, making you think for a moment you had scared him off.

“I would have called JLo.” Was his answer, causing you to laugh nearly loud enough to wake up Elizabeth. “Is that her?”

“Yes! Hello Mr. Miranda! Sorry if we’re interrupting something.” You prayed you hadn’t, not wanting to make a horrible first impression with him

“Lin-Manuel she sounds beautiful! Have you done something stupid yet?”

“Not yet.” Lin giggled, proud of himself.

“Well, it’s only a matter of time.” Lin’s smile immediately fell. “I have a meeting, I’ll call you after I get out. Ask the beautiful woman out, Lin-Manuel!” Before Lin could chime in, the connection was gone.

You imagined Mr. Miranda happily strolling into his meeting with a shit-eating grin.

“You had to pick him.”

“Let’s call your Mom next!” You snatched the phone, sprinting out of your chair, scrolling for any sign of ‘Mom’ in his contacts. Before you could get very far, hands were at your waist, stopping you from getting away. You tried to keep the phone away, wiggling into the cafe wall, but his reach was too long for you.

You attempted to wrestle it back, but he held it high over your head, leaving you pinned against the cafe wall, glaring up at him.

He smirked down at you before locking his phone and pocketing it, not moving away from you.

“So, should I take my father’s well-meaning advice?” He fidgeted under your gaze, suddenly appearing nervous, “Should I ask out the beautiful woman?” You hesitated for a moment, allowing him to fidget more.

“Fine. But I get to call Jenny from the Block next time.” You placed one finger on his chest, pushing slightly so you could move past him, ready to collect your things and to get Elizabeth back home.

As you sauntered on, you heard a grunt and a crash. You whipped around to find Lin had attempted to follow you, only to trip over himself and fall straight onto his ass.

“My dad did warn you it was only a matter of time until I did something stupid.”

What did I do wrong? - Chandler Riggs

Okay so this wasn’t asked for. But I’m hecka bored and I have nothing better to do with my life. This is gonna be a little cute.. imagine I guess? Let me know if this is actually something yall wanna see more of :) Ps. Please keep in mind I’m doing this on my phone and not on a computer, and there’s probs gonna be some spelling/grammar errors. * summary * You work on the set of TWD, playing the role of “Olive”, young girl who was found on her own and quickly become friends with Carl. After a unexpected scene, tension grows. While on set, and off (within the fandom) a ship name is made. But for some reason Chandler doesn’t seem to fond of it. ———- “Carl, please. You can’t go out there. Do you have a death wish?” I grab onto his wrist holding him from moving forward. He takes a breath and looks back at me. “I’m sorry. I have to.” He turns again and starts to walk away. My eyes start to water. “Wait!” I blurt out. What am I doing. Chandler turns to me confused. That wasn’t part of my scrip.We both know that.But nothing happens. He keeps his act up and stares at me. I run up to him and take my hands, holding his face. His face goes stiff as he keeps his eyes on me. Why am I doing this? Why is no one stopping me? Why hasn’t anyone yelled cut??? “Please don’t die.” I say. In that moment, without realizing it. I kiss him. He’s taken aback and pulls away after the kiss. “I won’t.” He says finally walking away. The cameras stop, the lights turn off and the entire room is silent. “Wow. That was… wow.” The director walks over clapping. “Just so you know, we’re keeping that in. Was priceless.” He says patting my shoulder. (2 WEEKS LATER) It’s been 2 weeks since I pulled off that kiss in set. Chandler won’t talk to me unless we’re recording, which I don’t understand. What did I do? I get that what I did was unexpected and uncalled for. But there’s no reason to just completely stop talking to me. The ship name “Carlive” took way not to long ago, practically leaving Chandler speechless. “Just go up to talk to him. He must have a valid reason. Ask him.” I was talking to Melissa. She’s always been my on set mom. “Alright. I just really miss him, his smile… laugh. The way he would look me in the eyes every time we would talk.. now he just acts like I’m invisible. Like nothing.” “Sounds like you’ve fallen Y/N” I sigh knowing she’s right. “Yea..” She smiles taking me in for a hug. “I think I saw him over by makeup” she says pulling away. Standing, I wipe off my pants and make my way to Chandler. I spot him sitting on one of the lounge chairs scrolling through his phone. Taking a deep breath I walk up to him. “Chandler.” Nothing. “Chandler?” Not a word. “Chandler. Come on.” Zip zap, bipiddy bap, would look at that. nothing. I sigh and take a seat in front of him. “You know what? I’m really sick your shit. I don’t know why you won’t talk to me, I don’t know what happened between us. You’re treating me like complete shit and I’m really not enjoing it.” I look at him still scrolling through his phone and that’s when I’ve had it. I take his phone out of his hands and shove it in my pocket. He groans and finally for the first time in 2 weeks, looks at me. “Can’t you explain. I just don’t understand Chandler. After what happened you’ve completely shut me out. What did I do!?” He quickly stands looking me dead in the eyes. “You wanna know what you did to me? You wanna know why I don’t talk or even look at you anymore unless I have to? You wanna know why I hate that fucking ship name so much!?” He’s suddenly got me pinned up against the wall his lips by my neck. My breath cuts short and I freeze. “Because you made me love you.” My eyes widen and I feel his lips ever so lightly touch my neck. “You made me love your eyes” kiss. “Your laugh” kiss. “Your lips” He looks me in the eyes placing his forehead on mine, then slowly kisses my lips. “You made me love all of you and the worst part is I’ll never get you… that’s why.” He pulls away and walks back to the rest of the cast. I let out a sigh and slowly slide down to the ground. “What the hell just happened?” —– OKAY SO YEA. idfk if that was any good. Probs not. IN WHICH CASE U SHOULD GO READ @strugglingfairy s STuFf cuz iTs acTuALlY sO gooD. Oh and this whole like… “What did I do wrong” type thing may or may not be very relevant to me rn cUz GUYS ARE CONFUSIBG YEA? anywhooo let me know if you want a part 2 or something? Idk. Kk love u bYe.

Originally posted by aliciasdaryl

A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear. 

I’d love to hear from you guys about what you like or what I can improve upon. Keep liking and sharing to spread the love <3 

Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like. 

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly. 

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God! 

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches. 

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here! 

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.





-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

 It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart. 

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”


“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more. 

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction. 

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.” 

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head. 

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door. 

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him. 

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in. 

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter. 

 “Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me. 

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”


I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. 

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. 

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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Yoongi huffed as he walked into the hotel room in Busan, the guys had a photoshoot that day, but all he could think about was how ever since you had become his assistant, he literally only saw you at work. Maybe this was a mistake. He thought as he laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. But she’s doing an amazing job. His mind rang and he nodded to himself. Since you had gotten there, everything moved much smoother for him. You just seemed to be one step ahead of him in every aspect, but then he looked down at his phone and saw that the last text you had sent him was work related. He missed you being there.

Trying to shrug off the feeling of loneliness, he opened his bag to unpack. Laying on top of everything was a candy bar with a note attached.

It may not be a coffee date, but think of it as a rain check. Enjoy Busan, takes some great photos. Wish I could have gone with. – Y/N

He smiled at the note, carefully folding it and putting it in his wallet. It was reassuring to have that little note with him, it made him know that you hadn’t forgotten about him. Another feeling bubbled in his heart as he placed his wallet back in pocket and tried to suppress it. He didn’t want things to change even more than they had with you, but since the very beginning, he realized that there was something about you that kept him coming back for more. He was drawn to your smile and your witty remarks, the way you would roll your eyes at him, and your ability to laugh off the small stuff. Yoongi knew he was falling for you, he just was too scared to admit it.

A knock erupted on his door and Jimin came bouncing in.

Let’s go explore Busan! Jungkook and I are all ready to show you guys around! He exclaimed and Yoongi grabbed his camera, nodding and closing his hotel door as he followed the excited member out.

You were back in Seoul, your office lit by your computer screen. You hadn’t realized just how long you had been sitting there working, until you looked up to see the sun had gone down and now you were shrouded in darkness. Turning on the lights in your office, you stretched, and walked around to wake yourself up a bit. Looking in the fridge, you saw a cold brew coffee and cracked the can open. Letting out a long sigh after chugging down a majority of the contents, you looked around your desk. I know Yoongi hides candy in here somewhere. You began looking around, getting on your hands and knees as you crawled under your desk to see where he might have put it.

It was at that moment that Hyun Wook walked into your office.

Is anyone home? He called out and it startled you, and you smacked your head against the bottom of your desk. Oh my god, are you okay?! Hyun Wook asked you with concern and you nodded as you sat down.

I was looking for candy. You murmured and Hyun Wook looked at you with confusion.

And you thought it would be under your desk? He asked and you nodded.

Yoongi hides it everywhere. You muttered and Hyun Wook shook his head, still seeming confused.

Ah, I was wondering, since the boss man is gone, want to grab a drink? He rubbed his hands together and smiled. It’ll be fun! There’s this place down the road that makes the best cocktails, we can have a couple and see where the night takes us. He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive motion and you shook your head, chuckling.

I’m good, Hyun Wook. I actually have a lot to get done here. Maybe we can all get a drink at some point? You asked and Hyun Wook shrugged.

I guess? I was kind of hoping it would be a you and me kind of thing. He mentioned and you looked at him with a bit of an idea dawning.

Oh, you meant — You pointed at yourself then at him and back at yourself. Ooooh! You exclaimed, you didn’t want to seem rude, but you never saw Hyun Wook like that. You always pictured him as the guy that made sure you and Yoongi didn’t kill each other, in all honesty, Hyun Wook was nice, but he just wasn’t your type. It seemed like Hyun Wook got the hint from your reaction and shook his head.

Hey, I shouldn’t have asked, maybe we all can go out sometime. He shrugged. But can I ask you something? You looked at him with expectation and he sighed. Are you into Yoongi? He asked and your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

No, no. …. You said in a less than convincing tone. To be frank, it was hard not to think about Yoongi in that way. The more time you spent with him, the harder it was to not picture him as something more. He would look at you and give you a sweet smile when you made sure his schedule was right or how he would seem disappointed when the two of you had to part ways, you just started to fall for that. You just hadn’t admitted it to yourself out loud yet.

Hyun Wook shook his head with a bit of a smile.

I should have known. He murmured and you gave him a wide eyed expression. If it means anything, the way he looks at you would make me think he feels the same. Hyun Wook said and turned on his heels and left. You sat back in your chair, still rubbing the spot that you had hit your head and sighed.

I like Min Yoongi. You whispered to the empty air.

Your phone buzzed with a message. Yoongi was texting you. Quickly unlocking your phone, you opened your messages and scrolled to his name.

Thanks for the candy, it’s an acceptable rain check … I guess. I took these while I was out with the guys earlier today and thought you might like them. Ignore Tae jumping around, you know how he gets when we go anywhere without the managers. – MY

You scrolled through the pictures, laughing at the photos of Tae smiling widely at Yoongi. There were pictures of the Busan sunset, and the skyline. You sat back in the chair and scrolled through the pictures, then you received another message.

I wish you were here. – MY

You smiled at the message and sighed.

I’m really falling for Min Yoongi. You said aloud and felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

Little Malec imagine?

So imagine Magnus tells Alec about what happened with Dot, with her trying to kiss him and Alec said he was alright with it even though he felt a little jealous or whatever.


They were all in Magnus’ loft coursing through numerous ancient books looking for a specific spell they needed to summon a greater demon. Books covered the floor, the tables and piles of old scrolls literred the chairs.

‘‘Maybe you lost it?’‘ Suggested Simon as he slammed an old book with gold adorned patters, tossing it to the side.

‘‘I did not loose it, it’s somewhere.’‘ Magnus twirled around the room, eyes flowing through the mountains of books.

‘‘Well maybe you let someone borrow it? Another warlock?’‘ Clary prompted, Magnus froze on the spot as realization flashed behind his eyes.

‘‘Oh.’‘ He mumbled. Alec sighed in exasperation as he ditched the scrolls on the nearby table.

‘’Oh? Oh? We’ve spent three hours sifting through these old papers looking for the damn spell when it’s not even here!’‘ Complained Jace, Alec threw him an irritated look.

‘‘Okay, enough. Who did you give it to Magnus?’‘ Isabelle asked, gracefully unfolding herself off the couch. 

‘‘Dot.’‘ Magnus stated reluctantly, pretending not to notice the slight grimace in Alec’s features. Magnus told him about the whole Dot situation, assured him that they were just friends and the past is the past and Alec assured him that he was fine with it and had comeplete trust in Magnus. That didn’t mean that Alec trusted Dorothea.

‘‘Well call her then.’‘ Jace replaced Izzy in her seat, glaring at the book crowded room.

Magnus pulled out his phone and dialed Dot’s number, quickly telling her what he needed and ending the call. Seconds later a portal materialized and Dot stepped through.

‘‘Magnus hey.’‘ She smiled sweetly at him, glancing at the other shadowhunters with apprehension. Magnus smiled refusing to acknowledge Alec’s sulk expression or the way he inched closer to Magnus.

‘‘Did you bring it?’‘ Magnus asked.

‘‘Yes, sorry it took so long, I totally forgot about it.’‘ Dot laughed, but it was short-lived as she made eye contact with the tall shdowhunter looming behind Magnus. Magnus looked between Dot and his boyfriend, he rolled his eyes and accepted the book from Dot thanking her kindly.

‘‘If there’s anything else I could help with, I’d be happy to?’‘ Dot offered.

‘‘Thank you but we can hadle it ourselves.’‘ Alec cut in placing his hand on Magnus’ waist. The group of shadowhunters behind them exchanged confused looks with one other as the event unfolded. Magnus rolled his eyes and turned to Dot smiling.

‘‘Thank you Dot, really, but there is no reason for you to get involved with shadowhunter business.’‘ Magnus added in, communicating a silent apology for Alec’s behaviour.

‘‘Well let me know if you change your mind.’‘ She suggested awkwardly.

‘‘We will.’‘ Alec responded curtly and Magnus resisted the urge to elbow him.

‘‘Bye then.’‘ Dot waved goodbye to Clary and Simon before quickly dispersing through a portal.

‘‘Biscuit, mind drawing me up this pentagram?’‘ Magnus turned to Clary showing her the page illustrating the pentagram he needed to perform the spell.

‘‘C’mon we’ll help you.’‘ Isabelle ushered them out of the room, pushing Jace foward as the blond one protested.

Magnus turned to Alec raising his eyebrows in question. Alec looked around innocently, crossing his arms.

‘‘So whtat was that all about?’‘ Magnus inquired surpressing a smile. Alec shrugged in response.

‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’‘ He stated simply, bussying himself by picking up a random book and flipping through the pages. Magnus laughed soflty as he closed his hands on the book Alec was holding, placing it down.

‘‘Alexander.’‘ Magnus sighed smiling, running his hands through Alec’s chest as the younger shadowhunter tried to resist looking down at Magnus. He gave up once Magnus’ hands laced behind his neck, pulling them closer together.

‘‘Fine, I-I just… well you know you told me what happened and I trust you but- well you know.’‘ Alec stuttered as a light tint of red coloured his cheekbones.

‘‘Know what?’‘ Magnus urged.

‘‘You know, I-I just, c’mon Magnus.’‘ Alec let out a frustated sigh, closing his eyes with a frown. Magnus couldn’t keep it in anymore, he started laughing placing his forhead on Alec’s shoulder as he shook with uncontrolled laughter.

‘‘Oh Alexander, I told you before, nothing happened between Dot and I, and nothing ever will.’‘ Magnus smiled up at his boyfriend with adoration.

‘‘I know that Magnus, I do, I was just…’‘Alec struggled with his words, feeling guilty for acting like an ass.

‘‘Jealous?’‘ Magnus offered and Alec looked away.

‘‘I’m sorry.’‘ Alec mumbled not looking at Magnus.

‘‘Alexander, it’s perfectly fine to feel jealous, I understand.’‘ Alec smiled greatfully at his boyfriend. Magnus laughed at his adorable boyfriend and thanked the angles for allowing this beautiful man to enter his life.

‘‘Besides, it’s kinda hot.’‘ Magnus added in kissing Alec on the nose and quickly slipping away to find Clary in he other room.

‘‘Magnus.’‘ Groaned Alec, no doubt his face drenched with hot red, as he followed his boyfriend.

Magnus span around as his boyfriend’s hands sneaked around his waist. Alec leaned his head down, capturing Magnus’ lips with his own. Magnus released a gasp of surprise before slowly sinking into the kiss releasing a plesant hum, he could feel Alec smile in victory as the shadowhunter’s hands tightened around Magnus’ waist pulling him in closer, in return Magnus’ own hands trailed their way enveloping Alec’s face with one hand and the other one stroking the back of his neck, pulling his hair gently as they continued making out, completely oblivious to the surroundings, all spells forgotten, no friends and ex’s, just Alec and Magnus, relishing each other in their tight embrace.

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Spotted ~ 1

Characters: Baekhyun x You

Genre: Fluff?/ Kinda Smutty But Also Not

Series? : Yes

Requested : No

Summary: Baekhyun spots you in the front row during an EXO concert and can’t stop staring you. You end up with his phone number saved in your phone. What’s gonna happen next?

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After being an EXO-L for so many years, you finally get to see your precious babies live. At first, you couldn’t even believe it when you saw the front row tickets being shoved into your hands by your best friends, Heidi and Ella. Their eyes glittered just as much as yours did. Heidi and Ella both pitched in together to buy the tickets as a treat and celebration for your promotion at work.

Your phone played the “EX'ACT” album as you showered and got yourself ready. Today, your makeup was extra on point along with your outfit. Your Baekhyun hoodie which had his favorite number (04) and his name printed on it, black ripped skinny jeans, and your black & white adidas.

“I’m waiting on my porch, Heidi.” You said into your phone and ended the call with some small talk.

About 5 minutes later, a black Sudan pulled up at your house and you excitedly hopped down your porch to go meet them. Ella and Heidi, your best friends since who knows when. They were all EXO-Ls yet had different biases (that’s a good thing). Heidi’s bias is Chen (she calls him “her snuggly poo”) and Ella’s bias is D.O. (her “Mr. Serious Man”). And Baekhyun is your only love. You nicknamed him “Eyeliner Prince” because his makeup was better than yours.

“I’m going to see Baekhyun today!” You squealed and even blushed a little at the thought of a sweaty Baekhyun right in front of your eyes.

“I can finally put this lightstick to good use, Y/N-ah.” Ella exclaimed.

The ride was extra extra slow. Your fingers tapped at your legs as you guys jammed out to “Growl”, “Overdose”, “Mama”, etc. After what felt like forever, you guys arrived at the venue. It was huge like HUMONGOUS.

You guys waited with other fans for like 10 minutes before the security started to show up so they can check tickets. They scanned your ticket and took your friends and you through a more private entrance.

They guided you guys into the venue. Your jaw nearly dropped to the ground as your eyes scanned the whole arena. 9 large posters of each individual members surrounded the arena and you couldn’t help but stare at Baekhyun’s poster. He was so handsome and sexy and charismatic and cool… you can go on and on about Baekhyun but you were distracted by something else.

EXO were still rehearsing…

Unlike other fans, the front row people got an advantage to watch the last bit of EXO’s concert rehearsals.

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Sweet Kisses (fluff/pastel!Dan & punk!Phil au)

Prompt: pastel!Dan and punk!Phil are roomates, and Dan bakes Phil treats and Phil likes Dan.


Phil woke up to the annoying sound that is his alarm clock, saw what time was it and saw it was 7:30 a.m, since he moved there he could wake up a little bit later, since a certain pastel used to bake him breakfast and he didn’t have to figure it out by himself. He started walking down the stairs and start feeling the already usual warmth and smell, followed by a blur of pink running around the kitchen

“Hello, Danny, what have you got in stock for me today?” He heard a small crash and saw Dan in pijamas turning around, cheeks flushed and mittens on hands.

“Ph-Phil! I didn’t know you were already coming down here!, What are you doing with your jammies on? You always get a shower and dress before coming down here!” Dan said, rushing to pick up whatever he had dropped.

“I was just hungry Danny” Phil said pouting.

“Aww, you’ll have to wait, Philly, the muffins are still baking.” Dan responded with a smirk.

“Hey, don’t call me that! My mum is the only one who can call me that, and I know you know that.” Phil replied, his cheeks turning crimson.

“What do you want me to call you? Mmm… Phillipe? Nah, not tough enough. I know! P wait, even better! BIG P!” Dan teased.

“Shut up.” Phil said, hitting Dan in the arm, and causing Dan to giggle.

“Oh well, Big P go get a shower so I can get the muffins ready will ya?”

“Alright Danny, see you in a minute”

He went back up the stairs and started to get the toiletry and towels to get a shower. He got right into the shower and started thinking.

What the fuck what that?



Big P?


One thing was for sure, this pastel was going to be the death of him.


He got himself dressed, black ripped skinny jeans, black combat boots, black leather jacket, the usual; He started going down the stairs again only to see Dan already dressed up, a lavender flower crown sitting on his head and a baby blue jumper. He looked adorable as ever.

“Phil!, Finally! The muffins were ready like five minutes ago!”

“How the fuck did you get ready and get the muffins out of the oven so fast?”

“It’s not important, besides a good magician never reveals his tricks does he?”

“Psh, shut your mouth Dan.”

“Whatever took you so long must be important, right Philly?”

“Okay, first of all, I only took like ten minutes, second, you called me Philly again.”

“Oh true, I had forgotten, BIG P.” Dan teased on a raspy voice, while showing off his nonexistent biceps.

“Aaaw, Danny if you want me to show off my biceps you just had to tell me so, sweetie.”

“Shut up, or I’ll break up with you.”

“We aren’t even a couple, honey.”

“Not yet.” Dan said with a cheeky smile and a wink.

Wait what? phil thought. He likes me? I mean, I wouldn’t mind him doing so, but wasn’t he like flirting with some dude at Starbucks the other day? He was extremely confused, so we just started sipping on his coffee and munching on his muffin hoping and praying Dan hadn’t noticed how flustered he was.

“Philly- sorry, Big P, hurry up, I need to get early to school today.”

“Why should I, I don’t.” Phil asked, even though he already knew the answer to that.

“Oh, c'mon you wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity of hanging out before school with me, would you?” Dan asked, with a pout and puppy eyes.

“Aw, c'mon Dan that’s not fair, you know I can resist your puppy eyes.”

“Lying makes you go to hell, Phil y'know that right?”

“Yeah, being gay does too.”

“Oh, right.”

Even though Phil knew he wasn’t lying.


They arrived at school at 8:00 a.m, instead of the usual 8:20, and Dan started heading off to the offices, Phil following Dan around since he didn’t have anything to do before classes started, so he just sat on an office chair scrolling through his tumblr feed and waited for Dan to finish chatting with the secretary about whatever he was telling her about and waited for Dan to wish the secretary farewell, and followed Dan right back out of the office.

“What was all that about?, I didn’t even have time to finish my muffin before you pulled me out of the house!”

“I just want to get permission to start a baking club”

“That’s awesome! I could totally use some baking lessons.”

“Yeah I know that, only I don’t teach you in our kitchen because I don’t want our apartment to get burnt down.”

“Shut up, I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me”

“If by love you mean roomate affection then you’re right”

“Shut up, Phil I know you really do love me.”

Phil just rolled his eyes eyes and tried to hide his blush while continuing to walk right next to Dan. Dan was saying the truth and that made Phil feel embarrassed.

If Dan knew it why tease him then?

Why did Dan flirt with him so much but never did a move?

Did Dan really like him back?

Phil decided he would answer this last question by making a move on Dan, he only had to plan his strategy.

When he and Dan separated in a hall to get to his separate classes, Phil started scheming his plan. He had been invited to a party that same weekend, so he would just invite Dan there and them lure him into a room and try and kiss him. Yeah, that could work. He only needed to talk to the hosts to get a room for Dan and himself. Thankfully he didn’t have lunch with Dan, and he did with Chris and Pj.

When lunch time finally arrived Phil stormed out of the classroom and into the cafeteria, even though he usually spent his lunch hour on the library, he knew this was were Chris, Pj and his gang were usually hanging out in. He wasn’t exactly part of the gang, but he was good friends with pretty much everyone there.

He stood in front of the table for a few seconds, before clearing his throat.

“Hey, Pj, Chris, can I talk to you both for a moment?” Phil said, akwardly shifting his feet.

“Of course mate” Chris said.

They both stood up and followed Phil to a corner of the cafeteria.

“What did you want to tell us, Phil?” Pj asked, a slight tone of concearn to his voice.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing threatening, really, I just want to ask you two a favor.“Phil

"Anything for you, old mate” Chris said

Of course Chris would help Phil, he always did. Since they were friends since they were little and helped each other out of the closet.

“Well you see, my roomate?” Phil started

“The flowery cute one?” Pj asked

“Yes, he, I really like him, and he has been really flirty lately, so I wanted to know if you could maybe give me a room in your house when the party happens this Friday, so I can make a move, y'know?” Phil said, putting his hands in his pockets, since he was fairly nervous.

“Yeah, why not, I’ll give you the key and tell you which room it is the day of the party, just don’t be to noisy.” Chris winked.

“Thanks buds.” Phil said, rolling his eyes and waving the couple goodbye.

Friday night was definitely going to be a good night.


A few hours passed and the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the classes. Phil walked out the main gate, and there was Dan, looking as beautiful as always waiting for Phil. Dan smiled and waved when he saw Phil, and he smiled an waved back, starting to walk right next to him, trying to ignore the fact that he was craving to kiss, hug, and hold hands with Dan. He just could keep his composure telling himself, ‘Just wait until tomorrow night, then you’ll know if you can do all that’ over and over again ‘til getting to the aparment the duo shared.

The walk home was mostly uneventful, except for a few brushes of hands and pickup lines from Dan’s part. And a bit of flirting and lots of blushing from Phil.

When they got home Dan plopped in the sofa and closed his eyes. Phil could and would definitely stare if he didn’t think of a distraction soon, so he just blurted out the first thing that came into his mind.

“Want me to order something for dinner?” Phil asked and let out a small breath. He didn’t say something stupid thanks god.

“No, today I’ll cook dinner, I have something to tell you.” Dan said in a really serene voice, that Phil loved, since he found it extremely soothing and calm.

“Of course, I do too, I’ll just be in my room”

“Okay” Dan said in the same tone, and Phil had to run upstairs to his room to not fall to the temptation of filling dans adorable face in pecks and kisses.

He ran onto his bed and plopped in it, just to start scrolling tumblr searching for romantic stories, the only place in his mind where he could posibly get an idea to get onto Dan the next night.

He finished deciding he’ll offer him a classy drink, like champagne or wine, then lure him into the room telling him he had something very important to tell him (which he did), tell him his feelings, and if he feels the same way, ask him to be his boyfriend and kiss. Easy, right?

He was researching which type of alcohol is the most classy and romantic, untill he heard the softest knock in his door. He obviously inmediately knew it was Dan, since he was the only other person who lived in that apartment.

“Come in, Dan” Phil shouted at the door.

Dan came in, looking gorgeous in a pale pink dress shirt and black skinny jeans, his hair that was regularly in a fringe pulled back into a quiff and the prettiest pink flower crown holding it in place. Phil couldn’t help but stare, Dan looked stunning. He made his eyes go up and down the boy’s body again and again. Why was Dan dressed so fancy? He was obiously enjoying every second of it, being able to stare at Dan dressed so beautifully, only asking himself why did Dan dress up like that in the beggining.

“Umm- Dinner is ready” Dan muttered, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.

Oh, right. Dinner.

“Dan! You didn’t tell me I had to dress up! Are there guests or something? Give me five minutes, I’ll sort something out!” Phil whisper-shouted while starting to jump around his room trying to get something nice to wear between his pile of dirty clothes on his closet and floor.

“N-no! Phil, I just wanted to look nice… For you.” Dan whispered the last part, and Phil was actually surprised to have been able to hear it.

Suddenly, Phil’s brain started processing what was happening.

Dan had cooked dinner, which he never did unless it was christmas or something special. It was April. So, he justed cooked dinner because he wanted to, and only Phil was invited. No friends, no family, no other people. Just Dan and Phil. Dan had also dressed up nicely, just for Phil to see. Also, Dan had told him earlier that he wanted to tell him something important. Suddenly Phil was really excited to eat.

“I want to look nice too, you made the effort, why shouldn’t I then?” Phil asked
“Y-you already look nice, Phil. There’s no need for you to dress up.” The pastel stuttered, his cheeks heating up.
“Okay, Danny” Phil said, a soft tone in his voice.
Dan took Phil’s hand and started guiding the punk downstairs, Phil couldn’t help but feel the warmth in his cheeks grow, because the boy he had been loving for so long was holding his hand. Their fingers were intertwined and he could feel the soft skin of the younger boy against his own rougher skin; he couldn’t help but have a big stupid grin across his face, he loved the feeling of Dan’s skin against his own. He knew that from all the accidental brushes of skin in the walk home, and the rare hug here and there. He loved touching Dan.
The pastel took Phil into the dining room, and Phil couldn’t help but feel shocked, the dining room looked beautiful, and overall, romantic.
His train of thoughts was interrupted by Dan stuttering something.
“I-is this t-too much?” Dan asked, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red.
“It’s wonderful Dan, I love it.” Phil said, giving Dan’s hand a squeeze of reasurance.
“O-okay, please take a seat, I’ll start serving dinner, okay?” dan said, walking towards the kitchen.
“Okay, sweetie” Phil said in the soft tone he had been using all night, since he knew Dan found it soothing.
While Dan was serving dinner, Phil took some time just to appreciate the effort Dan was doing to tell him whatever he wanted to, and phil was sure he would be happy about it, since the environment was really romantic. He was happy about Dan, about himself and about the aroma of whatever was cooking in the kitchen. He was happy.
After what felt like a few minutes, Dan came in with a pair of dishes of what seemed to be some kind of meat, it looked really juicy and delicious, with a side of mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. Everything looked so delicious, Phil just wanted to start eating on it.
“I-I know you love rib-eyes, so I cooked you some”
“Dan, you seriously shouldn’t have done this! You made a big effort and this meat isn’t cheap at all.”
“I know I shouldn’t have, but I wanted to. I wanted you to remember this meal.”
“Oh yeah, you told me you have something important to say to me, what is it dear?” He asked, since he was really fucking  curios what is so important that deserved all this special things.
“I’ll tell you when we eat dessert. You also had something to tell me, right?”
Well that didn’t help Phil be leas desperate at all. At least he got to invite Dan to the party.
“Oh yeah, there’s a party tomorrow night at Cris’ wanna go with me, Dan?” Phil asked, looking directly into Dan’s eyes.
“I-I’m not really a party guy, you know that Phil.”
Phil shook his head. Dan really wasn’t a party person and Phil knew that, he only got really excited with the idea of spilling his feelings to Dan, he hadn’t really thought about that part though.
“Oh, yeah. I was really excited so I didn’t really remember that. I am a terrible friend, I’m sorry.” Phil sad, shaking his head with a saddened smile.
“Don’t be sorry! It’s not your fault. I guess if I can be with you it can’t be that bad, I guess.”
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to! We can watch a movie and order a pizza if you’d like that better.”
Phil thought that could also be a great opportunity to confess his feelings to dan, after all, they would have the apartment to themselves.
“I can go if you really want to go.” Dan said, putting a piece of  meat into his mouth and looking directly into his plate.
“Nah, I’d much rather have you be happy with no alcohol.” Phil chuckled.
“So, movie and pizza then?” Dan asked, looking happier than before.
“Yup.” Phil smiled and they both continued to eat in comfortable silence.
Once they both had finished their meal, Dan insisted on picking up the plates, and Phil gave in.
While he was waiting for Dan to come back with dessert curiosity started eating him.
What did Dan have to say? Was the question that repeated itself in Phil’s head.
After what felt like hours, Dan got out of the kitchen holding some kind of pot with a pair of utensils and a plate of strawberries, the biggest grin plastered on his face. He knew Phil’s favorite dessert was fondue, and he had made it for him.
“Dan.” Phil said, with a surprised tone and almost gawking, he was really confused as to why Dan was doing all this, what was so important?

“What, Phil?” Dan said, leaving the things on the table right in front of Phil.

“Why are you doing all this? I mean, it’s perfect, but what is so important to deserve so much great things?” Phil asked, actually really curious.

“Well, Phil. Your curiosity makes me feel this is the right moment to tell you what I’ve been wanting to for so much time.” Dan said really confidently, until this confidence seemed to fade away. “Philly, I-I I love you. A-and n-not as only f-friends or roomates. I want something more w-with you.” Dan said, shaking and becoming as read as the strawberries in front of Phil.

“Dan, I-” Phil started, just to be inturrupted by Dan. “D-don’t worry Phil, I understand you not feeling the same way.” Dan said, starting to sniffle and get up from the table.

“No! Dan!” Phil said, reaching to grab Dan’s hands “I-I love you too, Dan. You’ve always been nice, and you’re really pretty, too. I-I love you too Dan.” Phil said, his own face turning red.

“R-really?” Dan said, looking at his feet.

“Yes, I do.” Phil said, kissing Dan’s soft and beautiful hands.

“Does this mean we’re, like a couple now?” Dan asked, his cheeks less red, but still flaming.

“I guess so, do you want us to be one?” Phil said, smirking and raising his eyebrows.

“I-I do!.” Dan said looking Phil directly in the eyes.

“May I now kiss the groom?” Phil asked, causing Dan to giggle.

“We are not getting married you spork.” Dan said between giggles.

Not yet, Phil thought.

“I still want to kiss you, love” Phil said, giving Dan a fond smile.

“Then you may, Philly.” Dan smiled.

Phil put his arms around Dan’s waist, and felt the weight of Dan’s arms on his shoulders. The kiss was soft and slow, it was full of love and maybe not passionate but still, full of love and breath taking. It made both of them feel happy and loved, and that was everything that mattered.

“That was amazing, Phil” Dan said, after the couple pulled apart.

“I know, it was the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had, It was great.” Phil said in a soft voice, stroking Dan’s fringe.

“As sweet as my treats?” Dan asked.

“Even better”


(A/N]) Well, that’s it! Hope you liked it!

Please keep in mind this is my first time writing a complete fanfic or story, so I’m really not used to this jazz. Also, Dan is shorter in this fic, in case you were wondering.

Also, My requests are always open! So feel free to send prompts if you’d like :)


A Family Of Bears [REQUEST]

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’m slowly working through all my requests, plus I started back at work so it’s all been a bit chaotic but I’m on top of it now and I’ll be getting those requests out for you.

I hope you like this scenario! It’s my longest one to date so the majority of it in under ‘keep reading’ so it doesn’t take up too much space on people’s dashboards. ENJOY!

Jade xo

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Your little two year old came charging into the kitchen like a police car with his sirens on, a big bundle of energy like he had been all morning. He clung to your legs, making it hard for you to finish cleaning the dishes. “When are we going to see Daddy? I want to surprise Daddy!”

You dried your hands on your jeans and lifted him on your hip. “Have you finished packing your backpack yet?” you asked, tickling him as you walked into the lounge. He nodded quickly through his giggles and wiggled out of your arms onto the sofa. “Let me see what you packed then.”

While he ran off to get his backpack, you grabbed your shoes out of the cupboard. You must have got up too fast because you felt a bit dizzy and your vision seemed to go fuzzy. By the time your son came whizzing back into the room, you were back on the sofa with your hand against your forehead.

“Here you go Mummy!” he exclaimed, handing you his backpack while he rolled onto the sofa next to you. When you opened it, you laughed at what he had packed: a few toy cars, his colouring book and favourite crayons and a lot of snacks. “They are for Daddy and Uncles,” he explained proudly.

“Well Daddy is always hungry,” you commented quietly, zipping up his backpack. “Let’s go and see him then!” you cried, getting to your feet and slipping into your wedges. “Go and put your trainers on.” He whizzed off with his backpack already on his back while you grabbed your bag, keys and phone of the table and joined him at the door.

He was jumping up and down waiting for you. “EXO, fighting!” he cheered, raising his fist in the air. You laughed at his cute pose and opened the door for him. “Let’s go! Come on Mummy!”

Already he was pestering you and you hadn’t even left the house.

The pair of you slowly walked down the hill to the bus stop. He kept trying to run off without you but he was so accident prone, you kept his hand firmly in yours to keep him safe. However as soon as he saw the bus stop, he yanked his hand out and practically sprinted to all the people already gathered. You tried to run after him but you started to feel dizzy again. Your vision blurred as all the blood rushed to your head and the ground fell out from beneath you.

The last thing you remembered was your little boy crying for his mummy.

Chanyeol sat back in the makeup chair and scrolled through the photos on his phone of his little boy while someone powdered his face and fixed his eyeliner. The photos were from their recent day out they had spent together, just the two of them. Chanyeol rented a bike with a little trailer attached so he could ride his son around the park. They had a little picnic and Chanyeol taught him to do roly polies … sort of.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, tilting his head up like the makeup artist asked so she could fix his eye makeup. As he did, he wondered what the pair of you were doing at home, laughing at the thought. Your little boy was probably running around making a mess and causing chaos and you were most likely chasing after him with a packet of wet wipes and a juice carton to distract him. Chanyeol wished he could be with you both: he was probably missing so much of his son’s life. At the same time though, he had to work hard for his family, meaning he had to do his best in the TV performance today.

Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his revere. It was one of the managers with a worried and sad expression on his face. He said your name and your heart dropped. “She’s been admitted to hospital. I’m not sure why, the doctors wouldn’t say,” his manager explained, running a hand through his hair like he did when he was stressed.

Chanyeol was instantly out of his chair, a million thoughts running through his head. “I have to go there now. Which hospital is it?” he asked, searching for his bag.

“National,” his manager told him, passing Chanyeol his coat and bag. “There’s a car outside for you.”

“Ok,” he said, taking a long breath to try and calm himself. He shrugged into his coat and walked over to the others. Judging by their worried expressions, they had already heard. “I need Sehun to sing my part,” he explained, his voice shaky as his worry leaked through. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

Baekhyun got to his feet and placed a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry about us. Just get to the hospital and make sure your girlfriend is ok,” he told him sternly, although his authoritive stance was diminished by the fact he had to look up at Chanyeol.

“And keep in touch,” Junmyeon added.

Chanyeol gave them all a quick and weak smile before slinging his bag over his shoulder and practically sprinting out of the dressing room.

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