sorry he just looked really beautiful at this part

The Date

5:50

I let out a long sigh after checking my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. It wasn’t anything fancy really. Just a beat up flip phone that had been in my family for what I assumed was generations. Playing with it did help with my nervous energy but now I was exhausted. Was he really not going to show up? I checked through my texts again, hoping to see one from him, but alas, there was nothing.

The restaurant that we had chosen was nice enough, not too overdone. It had a modernish rustic kind of feel to it. But most importantly it didn’t require me to wear a dress and that’s really what counted. I’d dressed up in a white crop top with black and white striped flowing pants paired with my favourite choker and sunglasses. The outfit was perfect for a hot summer day, but now as evening quickly approached, a chill began to set in the air.

Fiddling with the neatly folded napkins was a nice way to ignore the pitying glances of those around me. I flipped my phone open again. 6:01. I gritted my teeth. As much as I tried to fight it, I was getting annoyed. Like spit at your feet and flip you off kind of annoyed. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the same kindly waitress who has asked my order twice in the past hour already. This time I was debating on just getting a takeout and taking a cab home.

“Would you like to order now, miss?” A knowing glint was in her eyes. I smiled thinly at her, hands in a death grip around the water glass as I brought it to my lips. “You know what, thank you for asking Theresa, but I think I’ll just leave.” That’s right. I’d been here so long I even knew her name without needing to glance at the silver tag clipped at her chest. “Why don’t you get something to take home first, dear?” she suggested. “It’s on the house.”

This time my smile was genuine. “Thank you,” I said. I knew what I wanted without even looking at the menu. I’d spent my first hour waiting here memorizing it. If they needed a new waitress I was sure I would get the job without even blinking. “I’ll have the chicken fettuccine alfredo, please.” Theresa scribbled it on her notepad then looks up to smile at me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, you just wait right here.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do,” I mutter as she walks away. I sighed again, this time at the irony of that statement. Thankfully the wait for my food wasn’t long. Theresa handed me the bag. I thanked her again and rose from my seat hoping to scurry out the door without anyone staring at the miserable girl who’s date didn’t come. It wasn’t working. I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on me. My cheeks heated in anger and embarrassment. Perhaps I would use my time while eating to plot how I would make him pay for this. Ignore his texts all week maybe. Or I could post an embarrassing photo of him and tag all our friends. Hmm, so many options.

I was so caught up in my revenge plot that I didn’t even notice the boy who has sunk into the set across from me in the booth giving me an apologetic smile. He shook out his leather jacket and placed it beside him. “Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,” he says loudly enough for the whole room to hear. My eyes must be as wide as saucers as I gape at him. “I’m Cal, by the way. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a complete dick,” he quietly adds. I force myself to relax for the eyes still watching us. I guess I had to go along with whatever the hell this was. My hand tightened on my bags, prepared to bolt if this stranger was really just a jerk who thought picking on me would be funny. Relax, breathe. “Of course, I understand. But you’re here now and that’s all that counts,” I say smoothly, fighting to keep my voice from shaking. What the hell kind of situation was this? I cursed in my head. Trouble seemed to trail me wherever I went. My response silences the whispers and giggles. The words sounded warm and charming though I felt anything but.

Say something else Mare, the poor fool is just sitting there looking at you. Oh right. “I’m Mare. Mare Barrow,” I introduce myself to this odd stranger. Well odd was one word for him. Another was jaw-dropping. Stunning. Hot. It was unfair how attractive he was with that glossy black hair in a messy bed head kind of style that suited him paired with warm amber eyes that looked like flickering flames when they hit a certain light. He had a nice stubble along his cheeks and chin and was dressed in a casual green sweater and blue jeans with his brown leather jacket. His lips curled into an amused smile when he noticed me checking him out and I blushed furiously. Something about him was oddly familiar and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it. If we’re being honest, I was checking you out too,” he says nonchalantly. Under the table I pinched myself just to make sure that I was awake and that this wasn’t some crazy dream. But it wasn’t. This was a crazy reality which was even worse. What’s so bad about being on an unplanned date with a hot guy? a traitorous voice inside my head whispered. Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Cal settles into his seat looking strangely relaxed. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he put his feet up on the table. He casually sips on some water while I gawk at him. “Well,” he sighs, “I suppose you have some questions.” “Umm, yeah?” I say in an its so obvious tone.

“What’s your full name?” He purses his lips at that one. I can’t hep but feel slightly suspicious at his reaction. “Okay, you caught me. My real name isn’t Cal, it’s–” he hesitates, silent laughter dancing in eyes. “It’s technically Tiberias Calore the Seventh, but that’s kinda long so people just call me Cal.” He seems nervous while speaking and it take everything I have to not burst out laughing. I didn’t know why his nervousness was so endearing to me. “What about you Miss Barrow? Is that your real full name?” he asks me. Cal rests his chin on his hand while observing me.

“It’s Mare Molly Barrow, but I mostly ignore the middle part,” I confess, shrugging.  "Second question, what are you doing here and why are you helping me?“ He grins at me, waggling a finger. "Nuh uh, that’s two questions.” I roll my eyes. “Well I as going to ask you sooner or later, and may I remind you that you’re the one who jumped in on my non-existent date, so I get to ask the questions here how I like.” Cal doesn’t seem fazed by my response at all, in fact, based on his expression that he approved it. Like he was expecting me to bite back.

“I expect no less from you,” he says, that same infuriating yet adorable mischievous smile plastered on his lips. Goddammit Mare, stop staring at his lips. Once I register his words I feel my face scrunch up in confusion. “Expect?” I repeat, dumbfounded. “Do I know you?” He chuckles at my confused expression. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping to place his face. I knew I recognized him, but from where? He lets me puzzle it out, watching and sipping on his water all the while. A one-night stand perhaps? Nope, I didn’t do those. A friend of a friend maybe who I didn’t remember? “I’ve got nothing,” I finally sigh. 

“We used to go to the same high school,” he shakes his head in mock hurt. “I can’t believe this. You don’t remember me.” He has to be lying. There was no way that I could forget someone that attractive. “When did you graduate?” I ask him, watching carefully for any sign of a lie. “Last year. I was captain of the senior football team,” Cal says, this faraway look in his eyes, like he was reliving it in his mind’s eye. Perhaps he was. A faint flash of a memory flitted across my mind. I was up in the bleachers with Kilorn watching as a game took place below. It was my first time going to such an event, and all I remember was wanting to go home. I didn’t even notice when the captain scored thee winning goal, but I pretended to cheer along with everyone else. I was sophomore when he graduated which is likely the reason I didn’t remember him much, other than that. "How did you recognize me?“ I ask him, suddenly aware of the thought. Was he a stalker or something? Or just really good at remembering people?

He notes my tense posture and his face softens. "You don’t need to be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” I don’t relax. His jaw clenches and he gives me a strained smile. “How could I forget the girl who spray painted the principals car?”

 My shoulder stiffen in surprise at his words. Ever so slowly my lips part into a smile and I laugh. Cal watches me, smiling as well. It was genuine, soft crooked smile that tugged at my heart. “Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that,” I groan, hiding my face between my hands to conceal the red blush flaring on my cheeks. Slowly, softly, he takes my hands in his and I stare at him. He blushes as well at my struck expression. “Sorry, I just…I think your blush is…” He fumbles with the words, tripping over them. “You look really beautiful and I–” He stops when he sees my wide eyes. “Ugh that came out wrong, sorry–” he says, looking very much like he would love nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there. “You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him softly. He smiles hesitantly. “And thank you.”

“I’d always wondered why you did it,” he muses. “That’s what puzzled me about you.” I stare at him in wonder. I had no idea that he’d even knew my name, much less thought about me often. “I’ll tell you if you answer my questions and stop avoiding them,” I say. “Alright,” he agrees. “I came to visit my friend on his first day of work here. I hoped to see him, but I haven’t, which probably means that he’s doing a terrible job at this and I need to yell at him.” “But,” he adds, “I’m sure his boss has that covered.”

“Secondly, I came over here because you looked sad and slightly pissed. Well actually, more pissed than upset,” he laughs. That fades as he turns serious. “But I heard people whispering and…” He looks down, fiddling with something. I had a feeling he was trying to avoid my gaze. “The things they were saying were terrible, so I thought maybe I could help out this girl that they were talking about.” I wasn’t sure I was breathing normally anymore. It caught in my chest and squeezed painfully. I knew people’s opinion shouldn’t matter to me, and it didn’t, but I couldn’t stand the whispers. It reminded me too much of sophomore year when hushed words would follow me wherever I turned. They thought I couldn’t hear them, but they were wrong. Look, it’s the troubled girl who spray painted the principals car, one person would whisper, and another would accompany it. I heard she did it on purpose. Why would someone do that on purpose? Someone would snort. Because they’re stupid and lack a brain, another responded.

“Then I saw you, and I recognized you. You were sitting there and I thought that whoever didn’t show up was a total ass,” he scoffs. “That ass is my ex, by the way,” I say, tilting my head at him. He flushes. “Sorry for the language.” His brow furrows slightly. “You were meeting your ex?” he asks, confused as to why someone would even do such a thing. “No, but he is now,” I clarify, shrugging. He laughs and that same heart-wrenching grin returned.

“So, I’ve answered your questions. Now it’s your turn to answer mine.”

I nod. Fair enough.

“I did it because for some idiotic reason I wanted to get suspended. Teenage rebellion, I guess,” I joke halfheartedly. The truth was I did know why I did it. That was around the time Tramy had been leaving to follow in Bree’s footsteps and join the military. I had been so angry at everything and everyone. My parents tried to console me at first, but then they would get exasperated, my mother most of all. And that hurt. Everything had come crashing back, my bitterness of being the shadow to my sister, the pretty, sweet talented sister that I could never live up to, the anger of never being seen by my parents as nothing more than nuisance though I knew deep down that it wasn’t true. They loved me in their own way. Only Shade could put up with me, and he was my first friend as well as my older brother.

I’d poured all of that emotion into that stupid action, hoping to get back at my parents somehow, show them that they were right. I was the only the bitter shadow they thought me to be. I struggle to keep the tears in as I explain this all to Cal who patiently listens to me without interrupting. When I finish, he stands up and my heart sinks. He was going to leave, my story had scared him off.

Instead of running off as I expect him to, Cal slowly reaches out to touch my shoulder, his eyes holding a silent question. I nod once and he comes to sit beside me. Cal wraps his arms around me, and I lean on his shoulder, pressing my face into his broad arm. He brushes my hair back from my face and I bite my lip. We stay like that for a while in comfortable silence. I even spot Theresa giving me a wink from across the room, and I try to stifle my laugh.

“I should go now,” I say quietly at last, shattering the silence that had wrapped us both. “What time is it?” He takes out his phone from his pocket and I note that it’s the newest model. Thank goodness I’d asked him first so he wouldn’t see my flip phone that dated back to prehistoric times. “It’s 8:51, he informs me.” I jolt and jump of my seat. Cal’s face contorts in worry. “What is it?” “I was supposed to be home by seven, or at least call my parents,” I explain breathlessly, quickly gathering my things. Don’t panic, don’t panic, I chide myself. I scrambled through my purse for my bus pass, letting out a cry of frustration when I come up empty handed.

“Hey, calm down,” Cal urged. “I’ll give you a ride back, no big deal.” That stills me. “You…you’d drive me home?” He smiles softly. “Of course.” The words sooth me, but only slightly. I didn’t want him to see where I lived. Our sorry excuse of an apartment flashed through my mind. I would have to get him to drop me a couple of blocks ahead then walk the rest of the way. “Thanks, again.” He shrugs. “No problem.”

We head out together. I shiver when a cold gust of wind sweeps across me, and I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to keep my teeth from chattering. Cal shrugs of his jacket and hands it to me. I stare at it then him. “Aren’t you cold?” I inquire. He shakes his head. “I don’t get cold often strangely enough.” I accept the jacket and put it on.Thankfully it was lined to keep out the cold but thee fit was much too big. I looked like child playing dress up. Cal’s eyes widen when he looks down at me and I suddenly feel self-conscious. “What, what is it?”

He looked slightly dazed. “Nothing’s wrong.” I struggle to cross my arms due to the bulky jacket. “Tell me the truth.” Cal sighs. “You don’t let anything go, do you?” “Nope,” I said, popping the p. "Alright, I was thinking that the jacket looks better on you than it does on me,“ he confesses. Stunned, I don’t say a word. I can only follow him to his car hoping that the darkness would conceal my blush. It was unfair really how flustered he often made me.

My jaw almost drops at the sight of his car. It was gorgeous. Like I’d date it kind of gorgeous. It was a shiny red Volvo trimmed and plated with chrome, shined to perfection. I would bet that it looked even better in daylight. Cal glances at me, enjoying my look of awe. "What are you thinking right now?” he asks. Fine. It was a fair question after all. “I’m thinking that like to date your car,” I tell him. He huffs, amused. “Sorry, but she’s mine.”

 "Who said it was a she?“ I counter playfully. "I fixed her myself. I think I would know,” he responds with a wide smile. “Ugh, gross!” I exclaim, smacking him in the chest. I can feel his laugh reverberate in his chest, and I pull my hand away after I realize that it’s been there too long. He catches it deftly and links his fingers with mine. I inhale sharply. He doesn’t pull away once we settle into our seats and neither do I. He asks for my address and I instruct him where to go seeing as he wasn’t familiar with the area. We pass through the tall buildings which slowly level out to townhouses. I knew that they formed the border that separated my side of town from the nice part of the city

“Turn here,” I point. He obliges and we pass through the neat row of houses. 227, one of them reads. “This is it,” I say, hoping he won’t notice the lie. The house was close enough to the edge that it wouldn’t be a long walk on this chilly night. I begin to shrug off the jacket when Cal stops me. “Keep it. As I said, it looks much better on you anyway.” I stare at him in disbelief, the jacket still hanging loosely around my elbows. He fixes it so that it rests on my shoulders and fastens a few of the buttons. I sit there and study him as he works.

“It was nice talking with you,” I say, slightly breathless at his proximity. He looks up and stills as well, suddenly realizing the same thing. The moment felt suspended as if hanging by thread that could fray and snap at any time. I couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful his eyes were. They reminded me of warmth, of autumn. I wasn’t entirely sure he was breathing anymore as he touched my cheek lightly. With his other hand, he raises my own to his lips and presses a kiss to the back. “It was nice talking to you too,” he whispers.

As I start to pull away, he keeps a gentle grip on my hand and I turn back around. “Yes?” I ask him, just as unwilling to let go. “I–” he stutters. “I have one more question for you that I forgot to ask earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering,” he says softly,  "if you would like to go on a real, actually planned date with me.“

I knew I didn’t even need to think about it. I was sure of my answer.

I smile at him, broad and without restraint. "Yes, I would love to go on a planned date with you.”

He lets out a relieved laugh. “Good.” Cal looks at me almost shyly. “I’ve never been on an actual date.” I pat his hand reassuringly. “You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.” “I hope so,” he replies.

“Just show up in that car and you’re set.”

He laughs again. “Noted.”

We exchange our numbers and I’m careful to keep my phone hidden but he spots it anyway. "Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s any consolation, I think it’s pretty cool. They don’t even make them like that anymore.” I roll my eyes fondly. “Of course. Only a dork like you would notice that.”

“I confess, I am a bit of a nerd,” he smiles teasingly and my heart flutters.

“Goodbye, Mare.“

"Goodbye, Cal.”

As I walk the rest of the way home I can’t stop the infectious grin that worms its way onto my face. My heart felt light like I would float away at any moment. Is this what you were supposed to feel like after a date? I’d never felt that way with my ex. Internally I sigh at the thought of having to break up with him. I’d do it in person. I could do that much.

 When I finally get home, mom and dad sigh in relief when I find them at the kitchen table with Gisa. “Where have you been?” She demands. Sometimes I felt like she was more like a mother than my actual mom was. “Calm down. My date wasn’t showing up and I bumped into an old friend from high school and we lost track of time–”

“What do you mean lost track of time,” my dad growls. I sigh heavily. “Calm down dad it wasn’t like that. We just talked.” “That’s what they all say,” he mutters under his breath

.“We’re glad you’re home, darling. Next time, please give us a warning,” mom says tiredly.“I know, I know. Sorry mom,” I sigh again.“Next time?” Gisa huffs. “There will be no next time young lady. Now go to your room.” I crack a small smile at her adult behavior. “Alright, fine,” I concede. 

“Wait, where’s Shade?” I ask them. Mom and dad glance at each other while Gisa plays with her hair. “He went out to look for you,” she explains. “We– we thought that something had happened and–” I hold up a hand and she stops speaking. “I got it. Seeing as I’m not dead, you should probably call him and tell him that I’m home.”

Mom jumps to her feet. “Of course, how could I forget.” She practically trips over himself to get to our old home phone. I leave them to it and go to my room. Once I shut the door, I climb into my bed, inhaling the smoky scent of the jacket. It smelled just like him, and I lie there with a stupid grin at the thought of seeing him again.

It was only a matter of time.

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Based on this prompt

Look at the stars...they’re balls of gas

so this was supposed to be a little thing but then well here’s 2K of fic

No Warnings that i can think of…..Miscomunication …let me know if I need to tag something 


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Teuvo Teravainen #5

Requested by Anon:  Hi! Could you make a Teuvo Teräväinen one where you’re just laying in bed or on the couch cuddling. Just some innocent fluff with some light kisses 🙊 Love your blog and appreciate how you manage to write all these requests and also answer so many asks. Kudos to you 👏🏼

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Word count: 885

Originally posted by dyllarkin

The alarm clock rung so close to your ears that you’re afraid you might go deaf from its ringing alone. Of course, just like in Teuvo fashion, he put his phone in between your pillows instead of putting it by his bedside table, like every normal person does.

You opened one eye and clicked the stop button on your boyfriend’s phone. Groaning, you noticed that it isn’t even light out yet.

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Snapchat- Josh Dun

Sorry this is just a short piece. I’m in the middle of a few different multiple part pieces right now. Enjoy!!!!

You were standing at the kitchen counter making breakfast for you and Josh peacefully. That was until he came in all hyper.

“Hey guys look at my girlfriend. She’s super shy and hates when I call her beautiful. Isn’t the right beautiful?” Josh teased with his phone recording on snapchat. You rolled your eyes at the camera.

“Really Josh, ugh I hate you.”

“Awe, love you too babe.” He added the video to his story and then started recording again.

He quietly wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you pulled you into a kiss. He pulled away and then said. “Told you guys she loves me.”

“Josh were you recording?” you said noticing his phone in front of you.

“Yup” he ended the video and put it on his story again with a huge grin on his face.

“Hey snapchat king, do you mind not taking videos of me right in the morning. I don’t have makeup on yet.”

“You don’t need makeup you’re beautiful.” He said as he played with the filters on snapchat.

“You might think so but your fans hate me to begin with so…”

“I honestly don’t care what they have to say bad about you because none of it’s true. They don’t know you like I do.” He said putting down his phone and turned all his attention to you.

“Well in the past 7 months we’ve been dating I’ve been told I use you for the fame, I’m only in it for the money, I’m ugly, Debby was better, You don’t even love me, and that’s not even the bad things I’ve seen.” You started to get emotional because you never let the comments bother you but today they did.

“Well like I said none of it’s true. I know you’re not in this relationship for anything but the sake of this relationship. Y/N you’re so beautiful and I love you.” Josh pulled you into a hug kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too Josh.”

body positivity

authors note: this was a requested imagine about body confidence. sorry it’s kinda long. but let me know if you want a part 2 ;)

“Beautiful.” Your boyfriend Shawn mumbled under his breath as he looked at you looking at yourself in the mirror. You had just ordered a new swimsuit and you couldn’t wait to try it on. When you were younger, you struggled with your weight, and you never really loved yourself. It took time, and effort, but eventually you got sick of hating mirrors, and you got tired of feeling sad about how your body was created. You learned to love the skin you’re in, and accept who you are. You were no where near a VS model, or anything like that, but you were still beautiful. You were on the bigger side, and even when you worked out, there were certain parts of your body that stayed large. But you didn’t care anymore. With the help of yourself, your family, and Shawn, you were happy with your body.

“I never thought I’d be wearing one of these.” You smiled at yourself in the mirror with your new swimsuit on. You used to never show your body in public, at beaches, or pool parties. You would usually wear a t shirt and shorts, so right now was kind of an exciting time for you. You felt healthy, and happy with yourself, so you grabbed your phone and snapped a picture of yourself in your new suit.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N.” Shawn put his arms around you, and kissed your cheek, as he looked at the picture you just took.

“Women crush everyday!!!” Shawn yelled, and you laughed.

Soon, you had posted the picture, writing a nice caption, hoping to inspire those who didn’t have confidence in themselves. Your comments blew up with positive feedback, and people thanking you for your bravery of posting a picture of your body, and so on. You could feel your heart bursting with love. All you wanted was to help people who didn’t feel good, to feel good about themselves, the way your friends and family helped you. Knowing that you were starting to do that, made you so happy.

“What do you say, we head to the beach so everyone else can see your beauty? Plus, I need to show you off in person, and to the people who aren’t just the internet.” Shawn grinned and grabbed your hand to kiss it. You just laughed and said, “I love you.” And you were both off to the beach.

——-

The water was getting cold, so you turned it off, and hopped out of the shower, and putting a robe on. You wrapped a towel on your head, attempting to rid the leftover sand in your hair from yesterday at the beach. You walked into your bedroom, to find some clothes, and grabbed your phone off the nightstand. You had millions of notifications, that didn’t exactly look positive. You unlocked your phone to see a featured Snapchat story from “The Daily Mail” about your post on Instagram yesterday.

“Y/N Y/L/N shaming skinny people, to make herself feel better.”

You almost dropped your phone, reading the the headline. Heat was now rising to your face and you were angry. Your anger became ten times worse, once you checked Twitter to see your mentions filled with people hating on you for supposedly shaming people who aren’t plus size. You noticed that a lot of Shawn’s fans were still supporting you, and backing you up though. You even noticed Shawn tweet something about it. Just as you were about to read it, he came upstairs, walking into your room saying, “You see it yet?”

“See that dumb article? Yeah and I’m kinda pissed. Why would they do that?”

“Don’t worry about it baby, they just want attention. But you got me supporting you, my fans, your family and friends and everything. Don’t stress.” Shawn was calm and it made you feel a little better. He was right. There was only a small amount of people who believed that article. It made you sick though, to see people twisting your words into something like that.

The rest of the day wasn’t that eventful. Your anger almost disappeared, because of how many people you saw backing you up, and you just felt better. You had so many strong feelings towards this topic, that you decided to tweet about it instead of just staying silent and favoriting nice tweets from your supporters. You tweeted a couple paragraphs, one at a time explaining how that article completely twisted your words. You also thanked those who were backing you up and you apologized to anyone who misunderstood you. You made sure to let everyone know that both skinny, fat, chubby, or whatever, everyone was beautiful in their own way. Shawn had tweeted about it several times too.

@/ShawnMendes: hey, @/thedailymail stop twisting people’s words. thanks :)

@/ShawnMendes: please respect y/n. she’s only trying to make the world a better place.

@/ShawnMendes thank you to those supporting y/n. i appreciate it !

You felt so lucky to have someone as supportive and sweet as Shawn. His fans were just as sweet too.

After you and Shawn’s tweets, the drama died down a bit. Everything was okay again, and you felt so blessed to have people on your side. Every once in a while, whenever you’d sit in bed or at the dinner table with your nose in your phone checking for more drama, Shawn would take your phone out of your hands and kiss your nose.

“I love you no matter what k? Just don’t forget that.” He would say this almost every hour or something, and it melted your heart. Several days had passed now and just when you thought things couldn’t get better now, all the time you spent with your eyes on your phone and phone only, weren’t being wasted, when you saw a new article put out from Cosmopolitan.

“Shawn Mendes’ Girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N slams the media with her body positivity posts.”

The whole article was about how you stood up for yourself after that article twisted your words. The writers from Cosmopolitan were basically praising you for everything you’d done after what happened. You felt shocked since all you did was clear things up, and you didn’t feel like you deserved a whole article about how great you were. But at the same time, you felt grateful.

Not to long after, you received an email from Cosmopolitan saying that they wanted to interview you about the whole situation.

“SHAWN GET UP HERE.” You yelled downstairs to him.

“What what?? Is everything okay?” He immediately came running up, worried.

“Cosmopolitan wants me to do an interview with them. Do you know what that means? An interview also means a photo shoot, which also means modeling which means a possible job opportunity and-” You stopped talking to take a breath, trying not to get too ahead of yourself. But you were just so excited.

“That’s incredible Y/N.” Shawn exclaimed and picked you up, and spun you around.

When he put you down, he grabbed your face with both his hands and kissed you. You kissed back, harder, feeling so much love for yourself and him. It was really interesting to you to see a bad situation turn into something good. Your heart was beating indescribably fast and you couldn’t control your emotions.

“I love you!” You and Shawn said at the same time, as you pulled away from the kiss. You both laughed and you kissed him again, feeling a certain type of happy that you never thought you’d feel.

William Nylander Imagine (Part 2)

Here is the second Part. I know that i said the next part would be longer but it turned out short again, sorry. Please enjoy :)

700 words

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9)

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This time William did drop his phone. The device fell to the tile floor of his kitchen and laid there for a few seconds before he dropped to his knees and picked it up. The screen was cracked in the middle but the call was still connected. He held it at arm’s length from him but his brothers voice still sounded clear, indicating he’s yelling.

“Will?”

He switched the call to speakerphone and set down on the floor, his back against the cabinets.

“Will are you still there?”

“Yeah I’m … I’m still here. Uhm … what?”

“Listen, you sound pretty fucked up bro. Are you sure you can hear this?”

“Uh … yeah… yeah it’s…cool, tell me.”

“Okay. How about you just sit down and try not to have a panic attack. I’m gonna send you some links. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“And bro? You owe me big time.”

With that Alex hung up and left him alone. The floor was cold and it started to creep up to him. He couldn’t remember how long he sat there but he snapped out of his daze of “Y/N is a mum” when he heard his front door open. He wasn’t very generous with his door keys, the only ones that had one are his brother, his parents, and…

“Willy?!”

Kappy.

The Finn called his name again and this time William stood up and made his way out of the kitchen. He didn’t want his friend to think he wasn’t alright. While he was walking into the living room he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the wetness of his eyes away. He didn’t cry but it was a close call.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

Kasperi wordlessly handed him his phone. On the screen was a message from a familiar number.

my brother is having a mental breakdown 

can you check on him ?

-alex

He handed it back and sat down on the sofa.

“I’m fine.”

Kasperi sighed loudly and sat down next to him.

“Dude… you’re not. I’m your friend man, I can tell when something upsets you. Now tell me.”

“My ex has a kid.”

Next to him Kappy exhaled loudly.

“Wow. Okay. It’s not yours though, is it?”

“No. I haven’t seen her in like, three years. It’s just hard, you know? Back then I thought she was the one but she just left me. It’s whatever. I’ll live.”

“If you say so. Hey you got any any beer? Alcohol mends broken hearts.”

Half an hour later the boys were watching last nights game on tv when William suddenly remembered something. He brought his hand up and dragged it over his face.

“Hey can you give me my phone? Alex said he’d sent me some info about her.”

Kasperi picked his phone up from the table the boys had rested their feet on. He knew William’s pass code and tipped it in not giving the phone to him.

“Are you sure you want to see that?”

“Yeah. To get closure or whatever. I’m over her, I just want to see how she’s doing.”

Unsure if he could believe his friend Kasperi decided to check the links Alex had sent first. He found them easily and after he clicked on the first one he found the some ask page that talked about Willy’s love live. As he read through the story he decided that maybe his friend wasn’t as over it as he said he was and moved a bit further away from him on the couch.

He clicked on the second link and had to try really hard to not drop his jaw, instead he let out a whistle.

“Damn … Are you sure she’s your ex? She looks a bit too good for your sorry ass.”

Maybe teasing wasn’t the best way to go but the picture he saw was beautiful. He was about to comment on your figure when he saw the mum part about you. With you on the picture wasn’t just one baby like he assumed. Two tiny faces with rosy cheeks and matching hats were smiling brightly. Kasperi took a closer look at the picture when he realized something and immediately increased the space between the two of them even more and looked at his friend questioning, phone clutched tightly to his chest.

“How long ago exactly did you two break up?”

Hot Coffee

Request: Wonho + 19

19) You and your bias eat at the same cafe every morning and your orders are always confused

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N

Type: fluff


I hissed as I felt the familiar sting of hot coffee hit my tongue. I immediately swallowed, causing the liquid inferno to scald the back of my throat and fill my stomach with warmth. Clicking my tongue a few times confirmed that I had indeed burnt my tongue, causing the weird irritated feeling towards it’s tip. I scowled at the table and sighed. It had been one of those mornings. 

I chewed on my lip, trying to deter myself from the inconvenient mouth sore, and lifted my eyes just in time to lock them with a handsome stranger sitting in the booth to my left. He smiled warmly at me, tilting his head and maintaining eye contact. 

My breath caught in my chest and my eyes grew wide at the sudden engagement and I immediately looked away. I began to curse under my breath as I tried to find something to focus on that didn’t make it seem like I was a complete freak of nature. I felt his eyes on me as I struggled to find my phone in my bag and begin tapping at it nervously. I was too awkward for social interactions this early in the day. 

“Here you go sweetie,” the kind waitress said, suddenly appearing and causing me to jump in my seat. I looked up at her, shaking my head of the cobwebs the stranger had unknowingly left there. I gave her a nervous grin and nodded politely as she set a plate down in front of me. 

“Oh miss!” I called weakly as she began to walk away. I looked back down to the plate as she continued on her way, easily ignoring my failed attempt at confrontation. Nothing on this plate looked like anything I’d begin to eat. 

“Good morning,” a deep voice cooed, sliding into my booth in front of me. I looked up to the familiar stranger and froze. He was holding his cup of coffee and a plate and set it lightly on the table. 

“Uh…I…hello,” I stuttered, blinking quickly as I continued to stare at him. 

“This may seem sudden,” he began, his face still kind. “But I think I’ve figured out something that’s been plaguing me, and through association, you.”

I continued to look at him, becoming overly aware of the burn on my tongue ad my mouth grew more and more dry. He probably thought I was a complete weirdo at this point. 

“So every morning I come to this cafe,” he began. “And I think six days out of seven they manage to get my order wrong.”

I began laughing because I knew exactly what he meant. I had been coming to this cafe for the better part of the past few months as well, and had just taken it as part of the process that they got my order incorrect. It was part of the charm at this point. 

“I noticed you the other day,” he smiled. “I’m Hoseok by the way.” He paused, waiting for me to speak. 

“I’m Y/N,” I nodded. “Sorry…I’ve noticed you before as well.”

“Oh good, so my stares haven’t gone unnoticed,” he chuckled, a beautiful grin lighting his face. “I know it’s impolite to stare…but you’re really, very pretty.”

“Oh,” I gasped, my cheeks plunging into a deep heat. “Yeah, you too.”

I grimaced as soon as the words left my mouth. Handsome. He’s handsome… 

“I didn’t tell you you’re pretty because I expected a compliment back,” he laughed. “But I’ll accept being pretty. Anyway, that’s not part of the story. That’s just a fact that is. I’ll continue.”

I nodded as he took in a breath and looked down at his plate. “I’ve discovered that every morning when I send my order back, you have seemed to do the same.”

“It’s part of the process,” I giggled nervously. Hoseok gave me an encouraging smile. 

“Well, when they brought both of our orders back, I noticed that they brought what I had just had to your table, and what you had sent back to mine,” he said slowly, making sure what he had said had made sense. 

I tilted my head as I looked down at the plates in front of us. Sure enough, what I had ordered was sitting in front of him. 

“I’m guessing this is yours then?” I hummed, sliding the plate in front of me towards him. 

“Ah, yes, I’ve been craving this all morning,” he smiled, looking down to his food happily. He picked up his fork and immediately began digging in, stuffing his mouth as if he hadn’t ate in weeks. 

I caught myself watching him and quickly averted my eyes back to my plate. I’m unsure why, but I thought after we switched he would have quietly gone back to his table. Not that I was complaining. He seemed nice enough and he was incredibly easy to look at. I even felt a weird comfort having someone in my usual booth for once who wasn’t my mother. 

Almost as if he was reading my mind, Hoseok looked up, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry, do you not want me to sit with you? I can go back to where I was.”

I laughed softly, immediately shaking my head. “No, you are more than welcome to sit here and finish your meal. It’s nice to have a little conversation to warm my brain up for the morning.”

Hoseok smiled as best as he could with his cheeks full of food. He chewed quickly and swallowed, immediately chasing it down with a sip of coffee. 

“Aish,” he hissed, shaking his head. “That burns.”

“Too hot?” I chuckled knowingly. He nodded with furrowed brows. “That part of the charm too? Remind me why we come here again?”

“Well I don’t know about you,” he sighed. “But I’ve been coming here to catch a glimpse of you.”

I choked on my eggs as the words left his lips. 

“I was thinking, maybe we should start eating breakfast together? Clear up the order confusion,” he continued, his face hopeful. 

“Or…” I said slowly. Hoseok’s face rapidly fell into a frown as I spoke. 

“We could try some new cafes together,” I finished quietly. 

“Oh, Oh!” he gasped, his smile rejoining his face as his eyes shook looking at mine. “Oh, I’d like that.”

Originally posted by swagplusderp

Behind the Scenes (19/21)

Author’s note: Sorry I haven’t updated in a while, things are like all over the place right now. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Angst/Flufff?????? But is it really? (Suga)

Word count:4678

City: Bangkok, Thailand

Summary: Jimin has his own feelings about Y/n and Jungkook’s date night and Suga finally get Y/n to talk to him.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


JIMIN POV

He couldn’t stop staring at them. It was the first thing that came up on his phone and all he could do was just stare.

Y/n looked beautiful in her red dress and Jungkook looks as fine as ever. Seeing Jungkook hold Y/n in his arms, made Jimin’s chest tighten. It was the exact poses they did for the last comeback and he felt just as jealous of Y/n as the day he was glaring from the sidelines of the photoshoot about a year ago.

He knew he had no right to feel the way he was feeling. He knew this was all part of their “show”, to make their fake relationship look as genuine as possible. But, in those pictures, at least to him, they just looked too…real.

Jungkook’s hands were much lower on Y/n’s body than he’d ever witnessed. Jimin continued to torture himself by zooming in on Jungkook’s beautiful face only to notice his lips curling into a smile, a smile that wasn’t in the original pose. Just in general, the was the Jungkook was holding her was much closer than before. In the second picture, the one where Y/n was holding onto Jungkook by his hair, Jimin felt his heart hurt more. Still there was a slight smile on Jungkook’s face, one too subtle to be fake. Unlike the original photoshoot, y/n’s lips were actually on Jungkook’s neck and that’s when Jimin tossed the phone to the other side of the bed. He couldn’t look at it anymore, it was making him physically sick.

“Why are those pictures affecting me this way?!?” he sniffled. “They are just stupid pictures! There is a shit ton of other ones of them together! Why does this hurt so much?” he whimpered.

He sat up. “Ya! Stop thinking this way!” he told himself. “There is nothing going on between them. Y/n wouldn’t do that to me. Even if she did like him, she would have told me. I can trust her, she is my friend… And besides… These feelings are pointless anyway, he’s never going to love me back.”

Y/N POV

The two hour plane ride from Kuala Lumpar wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t the best. The up side to the whole ride was that it was only you and Jungkook that sat together. There were no worries about feeling too much guilt compared to when you were actually next to Jimin. However, you had to deal with Jungkook constantly pestering you the whole time to go down in him in the bathroom. You slept with him only once and he got his greasy persona with you right back. Because of it, it wasn’t entirely easy to say no to him. The way he was wording everything was tempting, but it was more fun to deny him. Each time he came up with either a more persuasive argument or resorted to ridiculous begging. Despite his entertaining actions, the biggest reason you always said no was because you were scared the two of you would get caught by other plane passengers, or worse, any of the other boys.

The only upsetting part of the plane ride was that you and Jungkook sat behind Suga. Suga wasn’t his usual plane riding self. Without fail he was the type to put his headphones in and go to sleep, especially when he was hungover. However, today he was different. Of course, he was hungover, but this time he kept himself awake. From time to time, your giggling got a bit loud and each time it happened, you would see his bloodshot eyes peek back at the two of you through the plane seats. You got an ugly feeling in your stomach every time you noticed him.

-

“Jungkook, your hands!” you giggled

“What about them?”

“We haven’t even been in this hotel room for five seconds and your hands are already on my ass!” you said as you turned around to face him.

“I can’t help it!”

“I know! The-“ his lips interrupted you. “whole plane - ride you were – trying to – get me to – “join the mile high”- “club”. Ya, Jungkook!”

“What?”

“I’m still mad at you!” you laughed

“Still?”

“Yes! You let me wake up all alone!”

Jungkook sat at the edge of the king sized bed and pulled you close. “But I was brushing my teeth!”

“But you didn’t even wake me up with a good morning like you always do! I couldn’t help but get freaked out… Plus, it felt like the first time we slept together and I woke up all alone and I didn’t like that feeling.” You pouted.

He groaned and fell back on the bed. “But you looked so cute sleeping! I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You crawled onto the bed and grabbed the one if the biggest pillows. You brought it over your head and threw it down at the unsuspecting boy’s chest. “I know, but then you had that fuck boys mirk of yours when I finally found you!” you grunted as you landed a heavy blow in him again.

“Ooooooh ok! That second hit was uncalled for!” he smiled. “Hit me one more time and see what happens!” he threatened with a bunny smile.

Without a second thought, you smacked the fluffy pillow on his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it!” His body rolled across the bed and he armed himself with the biggest pillow in the pile. “This calls for war!” he shouted, swinging the pillow aimlessly.

JIMIN POV

“C’mon Tae, open up, open up!” he thought. He peeked back over his shoulder towards Hiro’s room, paranoid that the disgusting ma was going to walk out at any moment. “Dammit Tae!”

“What’s up?” Finally V’s shining face appeared at the door.

“Hey, can I stay with you for a few hours? Hiro has been throwing looks at me since we left Malaysia.”

“No problem, but why don’t we go to Y/n and Jungkook’s room? She was looking better this morning. Plus, their room is on the other side of the hall”

“Yeah, let’s go, like now. I am too fucking paranoid.”

As they made it closer to Jungkook and Y/n’s room, they could hear muffled sounds coming from somewhere.

“Do you hear that?” V asked.

“Yeah, I wonder where it is coming from.”

“I bet there is some honeymooning couple here or something. Sounds too “odd” to be something innocent.” V smirked.

Jimin squinted at him. “I’m sorry, I thought I was walking around with Tae, not Jungkook.” He laughed.

The sounds only grew louder as they came to their destination. Both he and V threw each other a look as they heard the sounds more clearly. “What is that pounding sound?” V whispered.

Instantly, Jimin felt the failure pain in his chest. It felt like someone was squeezing his heart.

“Is that squealing- no, screaming?!?” V asked suddenly worried.

Jimin couldn’t get himself to listen anymore, he just began knocking frantically.

Suddenly a messy haired Y/n busted out of the room. “Save me!” she begged as she jumped behind the two of them. She laughed as she used them as a shield and put the pillow over her head for more protection.

Next Jungkook appeared, a pillow loaded above his head. “Oh hey guys!” he beamed, hiding the pillow behind his back.

Y/n giggled behind them, mostly clinging to V.

“What are you guys doing?” Jimin asked. All worries faded away seeing Y/n finally smiling. “Finally, she seems happy again.” He thought. “How could I have been jealous of those pictures. I should have been happy that Y/n even left the room. Now that I think about it, she looked happy in those pictures. What matters it that she is happy again.”

“Um, nothing.” Jungkook mumblied trying to catch his breath.

He looked over at again. Her twinkling eyes were peeking over his shoulder. “You liar!” She squeaked.

He put an arm around her. “Don’t tell me you are attacking our precious Y/n with a pillow!” Quickly, Y/n’s face fell, probably playing along with what he was starting.

“Um… No…” Jungkook huffed.

Jimin made intense eye contact with his fellow 95 liner. “Tae, you know what to do.” He said in a low voice.

V gave back an ominous nod. With a serious aura, he turned to y/n and held him hand out. “Pillow please.” Once equipped, he turned to the maknae. “Prepare to die.”

At exactly the same time, the two boys began attacking each other with their puffy weapons. He and Y/n watching as V got Jungkook to retreat back into the room. It wasn’t long before Jungkook got the upper hand and had him backed into the closet.

This was the moment where Jimin was able to make his move. He ran up behind Jungkook and pinned his arms behind his back.

“Jimin?!? What are you doing?!? Cheater!”

“Tae, quick!” He grunted as he struggled to hold back the boy he cared for so much.

Tae jumped out of the closet and took his revenge, unleashing his worst.

“Aaaaaaaah! Ouh! Noooooo, not the face!” Jungkook screamed with every hit. “Stop! Fake Jagi, help! Avenge me!”

“ok!” he ran back and grabbed Jungkook’s fallen pillow. “she quickly returned and began attacking him too.

“How dare you! How dare my fake jagi betray me!”

“You said to help, so I’m helping Tae!” she laughed.

“Agh! I surrender!” Jungkook cried as he collapsed dramatically

Jungkook’s limp body fell deeper into his arms and he enjoyed every second of it. He didn’t care that he was getting stray hit here and there from V and Y/n, he just like being so close to Jungkook.

BANGKOK LAST DAY

Every day you faced the likes of a guilty Suga. He never came up to you, he only ever just stared at you with sad and heavy eyes. You couldn’t stand it. There was a horrible mix of emotions every time you spotted him. It didn’t help that your other senses picked up on the presence of Rap monster’s boisterous last victim, Boonsri. Boonsri was a lot like Eunhee in that she was what one would consider “hot”. She was also not the shy type in any way, however she was probably the most naïve of all the girls. Rap monster played her like a flute and it was terrifying, no matter what he was saying she hung onto every word. Still, you felt guilty of her inevitable doom and the loss of the other girls was still heavy on your mind. You felt like what was happening to them was your fault. you had the chance to tell them to run, t you never did. you were always to scared what your consequence was going to be. In the end, you still wished it was all you instead.

There was only one way that you coped with it all and that was by throwing yourself all over Jungkook. Almost every night since the “anniversary” date, you willingly took part in playing with each other’s bodies to get everything out of your head. It never really worked, at least not for long anyway. It was always after doing the deed that a whole new set of worries came into your head. The thoughts of “Why the fuck did I do that?”, “How would Jimin react to this? Can I ever tell him? What do I do?”, “What if Namjoon busted in right now and caught us?”, “Why can’t I stop thinking about Yoongi?”, always haunted you.

-

This night was no different from the last. Jungkook had barely closed the door to the room closed and his hands were already on you.

You smiled. “Finally we are alone.” You said as you turned around to pull him into a kiss. You walked back to your bed, pulling Jungkook with you until he was on top of you.

You nipped his neck immediately getting a reaction out of him. “Oh someone is feisty tonight.” He whispered into your ear.

“And what’s so wrong with that? You aren’t tired, are you?” you teased.

“I’m never too tired for you baby.”

Your hands went to unbuckled his pants, already feeling him hard against you.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Shit!” you both hissed. You both froze, waiting for another sound. For a long moment there was nothing. Jungkook spoke first. “… Ok, I think-“  again there was a knock.

“Who could it be?” you whispered.

“Um… You go check… I got a situation going on down here.” He said looking down at himself.

You slid off the bed, fixing your clothes as you looked through the peephole. Although you couldn’t see his face, the blotch of dyed hair gave away who he was. You quickly walked away from the door not wanting to see him. “It’s just Suga.” You huffed.

“Don’t tell me he wants our beer again.”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You mumbled as you walked up to him.

Again there was a knock at the door. Jungkook looked at the door annoyed. “Let’s just ignore it. He’ll leave and annoy someone else.”

You had more frustration inside you that you wanted to let it out. You jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs and took his hands, placing them under your shirt. “Now where were we?”

You let out a yelp as he flipped you onto the bed and got back on top of you. He threw off his shirt and his lips came crashing down on you.

Again there was a knock on the door, this time followed by a call on Jungkook’s phone. Now you were out of the mood, upset even more. “Just answer the damn phone.” you grumbled. “It could be the monster.”

With much annoyance, Jungkook pulled out his phone, but quickly tossed it on the bed when he saw the caller ID. “Nope, it’s the drunk.”

“Let’s just get this over with.” Not caring for Jungkook’s protests, you got back up and opened the door. Coming face to face with a frowning Suga brought up the mix of feelings back up, but you maintained your blank expression.

“Y/n…” his voice gave out too soon. “… Y/n can we talk?”

You stuck to your word of not speaking to him and you only glared at him not saying anything.

His nerves intensified under your dark gaze and he looked all over, trying to find the courage to talk again. “Y/n… I-I… I need to apologize…” He finally said.

“For what?” Jungkook’s voice came up behind you.

Suga let out a frustrated sigh. “I just need to talk to her.”

“Y/n, do you want to talk to him?” Jungkook asked you in a way that was practically picking on Suga.

You couldn’t even get yourself to say no, you just closed the door in his face. Immediately Suga began knocking on the door frantically. “Y/n please!” you heard.

“Jagi, you don’t have to talk to him.” Jungkook reassured

You looked at the door. You couldn’t help but doubt yourself and part of you wanted to talk to him. “Yeah, I know.” You barely let out.

There was a weak knock at the door, signaling he was about to give up.

“Fuck it!” again you opened the door

Suga stood surprised that you actually opened up again.

You stared at him waiting for him to say something, say anything really.

“S-so can we talk?”

You nodded.

“Really?… Can we t-talk alone? Maybe in my room?” again he was scared to ask.

You turned around and faced Jungkook who was behind you. “You stay here, I’m going to his room.”

“You sure? What if Namjoon comes?”

“Then just take him to Suga’s room!” you instructed. You didn’t see the point in him worrying so much, you knew you weren’t going to be gone long, at least you weren’t going to let yourself be.

-

You sat on one end of his couch annoyed. “Why did he want to talk? Why can’t he just let me be mad at him?!? And seriously of all the times of the day, like now? Now he wants to talk?!?”

Suga sat about 2 feet away from you, still struggling to find the words to speak first.  “So, uh… I’m… Well y/n… I first want to say sorry about what happened in Kuala Lumpar…”

You crossed your arms. “And what for exactly?” you asked harshly.

“Well, I had the necklace fixed!” He quickly got up and retrieved a small white cardboard box out of his laptop bag. He sat back down and offered it to you.

You looked down at the little jewelry box in his hand. You scoffed at him, “I don’t give a fuck about the damn necklace.”

His frown returned and he placed the box down on the coffee table.  “…I’m sorry for getting drunk…” Finally he said an apology you actually wanted to hear.

You looked up at him “And?”

“And for doing so even after what you told us… I should have been there for you after that night… I fucked up…”

“You sure did!”

He hung his head low. “…I know…”

“I broke down in front of the two of you and neither one of you gave a fuck, neither one of you quit your shit for me!” you spat.

“I know…”

“Why? Why?!? If you knew, then why do it?!? If you know I hate it so much, if you know I need you guys?!? This is what I meant! You guys aren’t my friends! You guys don’t care about me! You only care about yourselves! Just tell me why! Why don’t I mean anything to you?!? Why make me feel close to you guys when neither of you fucking care?!?” you wiped away the tears that spilled out, not wanting to waste anymore on him.

Suga didn’t say anything, he just kept his head down.

“Well?!?… Seriously? You aren’t even going to fucking say anything?!?” You stood up from the couch. “You know what? Fuck you! I’m going back to my room!”

“Wait!”

You turned back to him. The shrunken version of the man you loved, now only stood a few feet in front of you. “Why the fuck should I?!?”

“Just let me explain? Please? Just please?”

“…Fine, but after this, I’m leaving!” you stated as you sat back down on the couch.

Suga sat down, this time a bit closer than before. He ran his hands over his blushed face before he spoke again. “Ugh, I know what I’m about to say isn’t a good enough reason…” He said softly. “Especially to you of all people… It’s just… I just… I-I can’t take any of it anymore… I’m still so stressed. This tour is taking a lot out of me… but a lot of it all deals with you… I hate seeing you and Jungkook together… I know it’s all fake but I hate it! I hate that I don’t trust you with the maknaes even when they are the ones that have been looking after you. I hate that my attempts to get Hiro to back off didn’t work, that he still hurt you. And for the life of me, I can’t stand the fact that you won’t talk to me, that you don’t trust me. I feel like I failed you…” his voice trembled.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him.

“I mostly hate myself!” his voice cracked. His eyes were red and watery, “I hate that I couldn’t step up to the plate and be there for you when I should have. I lost sight of things and you are the one that’s getting hurt… What’s really getting to me lately is that I hate myself for what I let happened to Aik- Ai-“ He couldn’t even say her name before he broke.

You teared up too, remembering your interactions with Aiko and all the others. “So why do it, huh?!? Why didn’t you just pay her off?!? I was at that meeting too! Namjoon said you can just pay them! You have money! Why didn’t you do that?!?”

Suga shook his head. “She wouldn’t take it!” he whimpered. “When we all reported to Namjoon I told him Aiko wouldn’t take money. I didn’t have time to find anyone else, so he-he gave me no other choice than to coax her in!”

Your blood boiled. Every part of you wanted to physically slap some sense into him, but you didn’t. “Then you should have lied to him!” you practically screamed. “You should have told him you’d pay her and he would have backed off!”

“I didn’t think about that! It didn’t even come to me until it was too damn late! I was too tired and too stressed to think!” he cried.

“Bullshit! You “fought so hard for me”! Why didn’t you fight for her?!? Why didn’t you fight for Aik-“ even you couldn’t say her name. “…Why not for her? You seemed to care so much for her. Why did you let it all happen?!?”

“I did try!” He finally looked up at you. His eyes were as red as could be, even more so than when he’s hungover, the rest of his face was red as well and streaked with tears. “I tried so hard, but in the end, I didn’t want you hurt!”

You moved up to him. “I don’t care about being the fucking mule! I would have gladly done it so they didn’t have to!” you shouted, poking at his chest with every word.

“This wasn’t about being the fucking mule y/n!” he shouted over you. “I was selfish and I chose to protect you!”

Your face cringed at him. “What do you mean you chose me?!?”

“What do you think it means?!?… I went to Namjoon before we took off for the tour. I begged him to let Aiko walk away… Time after time, I begged him and every-single-mother-fucking -time he gave me the same ultimatum…” his voice fell. “He told me that if Aiko walks- If she walked, he’d kill you.” His bottom lips trembled. “I had to choose between you or Aiko… Y/n, I love you! I fucking love you and the thought of not having you in my life killed me! I was selfish and I wasn’t gonna let him take you from me!”

You looked at him through watery eyes not too sure of you could believe what he just said. Your lack of words got to him and he got off the couch and turned away from you.

You sat silently, taking in everything. Your mind was going a million miles an hour as you tried to wrap your head around everything. “Was that why Namjoon hasn’t killed me yet?!? Did Yoongi just say what I thought he said? Why didn’t he ever tell me this? Did he really mean it, does he actually love me?” Quickly your thoughts began to snowball and eventually you came to one major thought. “Would I have done the same thing for him?!?” you looked over at Suga who still had his back to you. “If I had to choose between Yoongi and someone else, who would I choose? Can I be without Yoongi?” Even these past weeks of not talking to him hurt so much. No matter how mad you were, you can’t picture a day without him around.

You walked up to him. Without notice, you hugged him. You couldn’t stand being away from him anymore.

He jumped at your touch and turned around. “Huh?”

“I love you.”

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“I love you!” you repeated. You didn’t care anymore, you tiptoed so your lips could reach his.

Thankfully, he kissed back and you swore you felt a spark. The same spark you felt the first time you kissed. A spark you never felt with Jungkook no matter how many times you told yourself it was there.

He pulled out of the kiss making your heart fall, but he still held you close. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” His voice trembled.

“It’s okay.”

“No! I fucked up! I fucked everything up!”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” You whispered as you wiped his face with your sleeve.

He went through a small series of whimpers before he began to weep on your shoulder. You held him tight combing your fingers through his hair until he let it all out.

By the time he was calm, you both had moved to the couch. The two of you sat quietly letting everything sink in. You held his hand and eventually felt his thumb glide across your skin

You looked up at him, “Are you okay now?” you asked softly.

He shrugged “… That depends…” He voice was softer than yours.

“On?”

“Can you forgive me?” He was nervous to ask, it was obvious that he was.

You nodded. “But… are you ever gonna quit drinking?”

His answer wasn’t an immediate one and that didn’t make you feel so good. He thought about it for a bit before finally he answered with, “Yes… I’ll try”

“Yoongi, if you ever pull shit like that again, I will stop talking to you.” you said sternly. “I hate when you are drunk and I not going to waste whatever time I have left on your drunk ass. If you drink because you are upset, then come to me and tell me about. For whatever pushes you drink, you come to me instead.”

“…Ok” he said giving your hand a squeeze. He inched closer and you rested your head on his shoulder.

Again, there was silence for a long while until he broke it once more. “Y/n”

“Hm?”

“When we get back to Seoul tomorrow, I’ll be getting started on the album not long after the final concert… So I won’t be coming home with you guys for a while. I won’t really be home a lot in general…”

“…That’s fine” you lied. It hurt that you put so much space between the two of you and now that things were better, he’d be busy. Almost instantly did you throw away the idea of him sobering up. You knew how hard he pushed himself and that was one of the many reasons he drank. This whole making up thing was too good to be true.

“I’ll do my best to make time for you.” He reassured.

“You better!” you tried to smile, but you just couldn’t. “But make time to sleep and eat too.”

The corners of his lips curled up. “I will.” Finally, a smile, that was something you haven’t gotten out of him in a long time.

You looked down at your hand in his, feeling complete for the first time in a long time, but it was just then that you remembered your relationship with Jungkook. “…Also, let’s not have anyone know about our feelings for each other, not even Hoseok. I don’t wasn’t the monster finding out…” Nor did you want Jungkook ever knowing about the two of you. “…But also, I want to take this slow. I need some time to trust you again.”

“Yeah, of course.”

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“You were gone for a while; how did it go?” Jungkook asked you as you walked past him.

You did what you could to avoid his eyes. “Uh… emotional.”

He appeared next to you with a look of concern on his face. “A good emotional or a bad emotional?”

You shrugged, still not looking him in the eye. “Good… We are cool now.”

He nodded, not looking too happy about your answer. You felt him grab your wrist and he pulled you into a hug, but you didn’t reciprocate. “Well, I’m proud of you Jagi. It must have been hard to have to talk things out with him.”

You no longer felt comfortable by his touch. It all of a sudden felt so wrong now. You had to break up with him, but now wasn’t the best time. “I’ll do it when we are back in Seoul.” You thought. You pulled away from him. “Um… Let’s go to sleep before Namjoon gets back. I’m really tired now anyway. It’s been a long night.” You told him.


So… How do you guys feel about that confession? Do you guys like this Suga x y/n thing or do you want her to stay with Jungkook???????

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Archer tensed when he heard his husband’s voice. It took all he had not to let the tears flow at the sound. He could hear the sadness & regret in his tone. A part of him wanted to back down, pretend that nothing had happened & move on. Yet there was a bigger part of him, an undeniable doubt he was afraid would always linger. 

I don’t know, Toby. I’m sorry but I.. I just don’t know, okay? Archer choked turning to face the older man.

Sadly Tobias nodded, knowing deep inside that there was nothing he could do to stop him. All he could do was hope that this was only temporary & that soon, everything would be back to the way that they were. 

Quickly he moved forward, easily taking the younger man in his arms. I understand, gorgeous. I am so, so sorry but I understand. I love you.

I love you too, Toby. I just… I need to figure things out, Archer whimpered desperately, giving in & melting against his husband’s body. All things aside, he wasn’t sure how he would be able to let go. Looking down, he saw their beautiful daughter babbling to herself happily. His heart broke all over again for her at the realization that everything may soon be changing for good, for all of them. 

When Rocky surprises you on your graduation day

Thank you for requesting~ I really hope you like this, please tell me what you think about this! ^^ Also, this might be too early but CONGRATULATIONS on graduating! ^^

I LOVE Y’ALL, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ♥ stay awesome my readers, i have eternal love for y’all, silent or not~ ♥ as long as my writings make you happy, that’s all that matters ^^ and i’m sorry if this seems a little messy, i tried my best but it ended up kind of messy ><


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Fluffy one right here prepare yourselves this is gonna make you cringe and/or squeal hard

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by parkminhyvks


You were feeling nervous so you rubbed your slightly sweaty palms on your thighs that were covered by your dress.

“Why are you so nervous?” you friend asked, amused. “It’s just a ceremony.”

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled. “It’s a ceremony where I could fall in front of  hundreds of people. Nothing to be nervous about, right?”

She let out a laugh and gave you a warm hug. “I’ll make sure that even if you fall, you won’t be the only one. I’ll fall with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her. You had been friends for years already. The two of you had gotten close immediately and you had had a lot of fun during your years in the school you were about to graduate from.

“Let’s go in,” she said and started dragging you towards the building behind you.

You looked around while she dragged you. “Minhyuk promised me he’d come see me before the ceremony. I wonder if something happened…”

“Don’t worry about him too much. I’m sure he’ll show up before the ceremony starts.”


After hugging way too many people and taking loads of pictures with friends and classmates, you looked around, trying to find Minhyuk. After looking around for a while, you decided to call him.

“Where are you?” you asked with a smile when he picked up.

“Oh, that,” he said, making your smile fade away. “The ceremony ended already?”

“You didn’t come?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Something came up, a schedule. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t know this would happen and I had no idea about the schedule.”

Couldn’t you have skipped one schedule for my graduation that happens only once in a lifetime? you almost asked but shut your mouth before the words could leave your lips. What am I thinking about? It’s his career, I know he can’t just choose me over it. I’m so stupid.

“Are you really upset?” he asked hesitantly.

You shook your head a little. “No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll see you later, I promise.”

You hummed in response and hung up after saying goodbye.


“Hmm?” you answered Minhyuk’s call lazily while lying down in your bed. You had just taken off your dress and changed into more comfortable clothes.

“Are you busy?” his voice asked.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Want to drop by the dorm? The others have schedules so we could have a movie night or something, just the two of us.”

You smiled subconsciously. “I’ll come.”

You got out of the building and took a deep breath. The fresh air made you feel good.

“Yo,” you felt hands on your shoulders and turned around.

“Oh?” you looked at Minhyuk, surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the dorm.”

He chuckled adorably. “I came to pick you up. My manager dropped me off while taking the others to their schedules.”

You looked at his face that was covered with a mask. “Isn’t that the one I gave you?”

He nodded with a smile. “Of course. It’s the only one I wear these days.”

You smiled and shook your head a little. “You’re such a liar.”

“I’m telling you the truth!” he said and put his arm around you.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You don’t believe me?” he pouted.

“I’ve seen fan taken pictures of you wearing other masks,” you said with a smile. “Stop with the lies, silly.”

“I didn’t know you check out my pictures,” he had a smug smile on his lips and you rolled your eyes. “You like me that much?”

“Of course I do!” you nudged him. “You’re my boyfriend. Besides, the pictures are always very high quality. Who wouldn’t want to check them?”

Minhyuk laughed. “I swear I have the cutest girlfriend ever.”



Minhyuk opened the dorm’s door and let you in first. You took your shoes off and headed in to the living room. You stopped and raised your eyebrows.

“Surprise,” Minhyuk said sweetly and hugged you from behind while you stared at the decorated - but still messy, as always - living room.

“When did you do all this?” you asked. “Didn’t you have a busy day? I thought you had a schedule.”

“I did,” he said. “The first one was going to your graduation with the others who insisted on coming,” he smiled. “You looked really beautiful.”

“I didn’t see you there,” you said and turned around which made him let go of you.

“We left before you could see us,” he said. “It was all a part of our plan to surprise you. Anyway, the second ‘schedule’ was decorating the dorm and the third one was getting those five out of here.”

“You could have just told me,” you mumbled.

“Ay, where’s the fun in that?”

“I was really upset when you didn’t come to congratulate me,” you kept mumbling and looked at your feet.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you in for a hug.

“Don’t do things like this again, please.”

“I won’t,” he said and ended the hug. “Now, let’s celebrate your graduation.”

He made you sit down on the couch in the living room while he went to get the cake that had been prepared by the other members.

“What the hell?” you laughed at the cake. “It’s so cute.”

“They got too excited,” Minhyuk sighed and sat down next to you after putting the cake on the table in front of the couch. “The decorations are ridiculous.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “It probably still tastes good.”

You both grabbed chopsticks and took a small piece of the cake. Minhyuk let out a heavy sigh after eating the cake.

“It’s…” you reluctantly chewed the cake. “It’s not that bad.”

“You don’t have to say nice things. This is way too sweet. I knew I shouldn’t have let them do the cake.”

Even though the cake tasted pretty much like pure sugar, you ate a few more bites with a smile.

“You don’t have to force yourself,” Minhyuk said and gave you a glass of water.

You drank some and shook your head. “It’s okay.”

The cake was soon forgotten as you two started talking about random stuff. After chatting for a bit, Minhyuk got up and disappeared into his room. Soon after he came out with two gift bags. You looked at him, a little surprised.

“You prepared gifts?” you asked.

He nodded, smiling. “Congratulations _____,” he handed you the gifts and sat down next to you.

“This is so unnecessary,” you gave him a look.

“Just open them,” he chuckled and you opened the presents.

They were both from the members who had apparently decided to split into two teams to buy you a few gifts. You got a cute beanie and a pair of mittens that matched the beanie from one gift bag. The other one had a bunch of facemasks and a cute new diary inside. Both of the bags also had cute cards inside, congratulating you on your graduation.

“These are so cute,” you said, looking at the gifts.

“Wait until you see mine,” he said and pulled one more gift bag out of nowhere.

“How much money did you guys spend on me?” you asked, feeling a little bad.

He grinned. “Just look inside. You’ll love it.”

You accepted the bag and opened it carefully. There was a box inside and you pulled it out. You glanced at Minhyuk before opening it.

You gave him a look. “What is this?” you asked, confused and slightly weirded out after taking the box’s lid off.

“A small cactus,” he said.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” you said. “Why’d you give something like this to me? Is this a joke?”

He shook his head. “I gave it a name,” he suddenly said.

You frowned a little and looked at him. “Okay Minhyuk you are scaring me. Are you okay?”

He just chuckled.

“No, really,” you put your hand on his forehead. “Are you sick?”

He gently took your hand off his forehead and smiled happily. “Just let me explain. Its name is Rocky.”

“You really-“

“I got it for you because,” he cut you off and stopped for a second. “I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m on tour.”

You looked at him in disbelief for a little. “Geez Minhyuk. Most boyfriends get their girlfriends stuff like teddy bears for this kind of things. A cactus? Really?”

“I’m not like most boyfriends,” he chuckled but then it turned in to a pout. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s cute,” you said.

“Just like me, right?” he put his arms around you.

“You just don’t stop with the aegyo do you?” you looked at him with a small smile. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I just feel like being cute today,” he beamed. “By the way, when I was picking out the cactus, that one was the cutest one out of them all. I thought you’d like that one the most. The others were quite weird. Also, since it doesn’t need much attention, you won’t have to worry about it too much.”

Your smile widened and you leaned on him. “I see… Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I really do love you but please, never prepare another surprise for me, ever again. I was really upset.”

He gave a laugh. “I won’t.”

Title: By Choice (Part One)
Word Count: 5.5K+
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader
Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world.  
Warnings: None except the tiniest mention of the origin of Kurt’s scars.
A/N: Oh man… this was supposed to be a 2K words story at most but I went overboard, like… really bad, and now I had to split it up in parts. It’s my first story here and I’m freaking out, because it’s a little all over the place. So, if you can tell me what you think about it it would be awesome! Also, English is my second language, so forgive me if I make mistakes (and point them out if you want to, I love learning). As the story progresses, it will include some headcanons [x x x] (or variations of them) that I sent to @shayara. Also, the summary isn’t just for Part One, it’s for the whole story.


It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.

But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, he shone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.

However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that. 

One for every sin.

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Fear

Iwaoi Hip Hop Au - Oneshot

My part for the Iwaoi exchange with the wonderful @mandelkakan .
Amanda wrote this beautiful poem about Oikawa’s pining in the hip hop au and now I show Iwa’s struggle and why he pulls away.

Please click on it for better view!

The text in the bubbles is by me the other text are lyric parts taken by “Fear” by Atmosphere

Crushed

Request: Hey can I request a scenario where jk has a crush on a girl who younger then him who like him but he also has be sleeping around with an older girl the girl find out what he does is stop liking him because she feels hurt by his actions :-

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.786

A/N: sorry if there are any grammatical errors or sth like that it’s really late and just wrote this down really quick to get some writing done. I’ll reread it tomorrow so please excuse my messy me ^^ I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT

♛ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four


“Jungkook oppa! Look what I found!”, you screamed out in excitement, running towards Jungkook who was leaning on the fence while you had been looking at the beautiful flowers growing everywhere. His heart started beating faster when you called out for him and his already existing grin turned into a huge smile. 

“What is it?”, he asked curiously and wiped his hands on his jeans, just in case he had to touch your hand. He didn’t want you to notice his sweaty and shaking hands. 

You stopped in front of him, a little out of breath and slowly opened your palms. Completely focused, yet happy you came closer to Jungkook to let him get a better look. His breathing quickened and for a second he thought, he might pass out from the happiness mixed with nervousness he was feeling.

“It’s a ladybug”, you whispered as if it would fly away if you talked to loudly. Even though you were holding it in front of Jungkook’s face, he was only looking at you. Your sparkling eyes, looking full of curiosity down onto the ladybug in your hands. Your tiny nose that started crinkling every time you smiled or laughed. Your hair that was blown in your face from the tiny breeze and making your eyes squeeze shut every time it hit you. 

“Jungkook, you’re not even looking!”, you laughed and slightly pushed him with your shoulder. 

“Yes I was! It’s a cute, little ladybug”, he answered in return with a grin spreading on his face, mocking your expression. 

“Look there’s something orange on your finger”, he motioned towards your index finger and you looked down. The ladybug flew away and left her mark on you.

“No oh my god, it peed on me!”, you screamed while making a grossed out expression, shoving your finger towards Jungkook. He laughed hysterically and backed away, not wanting to touch the ladybug’s pee. 

“Here take this tissue and wipe it off, the sun is about to set”, Jungkook said while grabbing a tissue out of his pocket and handing it to you.

You stuck your tongue out at him, grabbed the tissue and leaned onto the fence. 

“Aren’t you coming?”, you raised your eyebrow at him and he smiled, slowly walking towards you, stopping next to you.

The sky turned a shade of pink, making the clouds look like cotton candy. It was a magical moment and Jungkook couldn’t believe he had the chance to spend it with you.

“(Y/N)?”, he mumbled, looking at you. You tore your eyes away from the sunset and looked over at Jungkook.

“Mh?”, you asked innocently, eyes big and a small smile on your lips.


The sun was shining directly into his room, making his eyes squirm and a groan escape his lips. When he stretched his arms, he felt a body lying next to him and he quickly opened his eyes.

Her face was covered with her messy hair and she only had a thin sheet covering her naked body. He could still make out her womanly curves and memories from last night flew back into his mind. How she moaned his name, while he thrust into her repeatedly, making her boobs jerk upwards and downwards. 

His body already started to react to his forbidden thoughts, so he decided it was time for him to get up and make himself a cup of coffee and leave before she woke up. It may have been his apartment but he knew how embarrassed Eunji would always get whenever they saw each other right after having sex. So he made sure to leave before she woke up, that way she could get ready in peace and he could go for a run, clearing his messy thoughts.

He put his boxers on, ruffling one hand through his hair and a yawn escaped his lips. Damn, Eunji never fails to run me out, he thought to himself. Making his way over to the kitchen, he tripped over her heels and groaned, putting them back into his bedroom, so Eunji wouldn’t have to look for them later on and he wouldn’t trip over them again.

As he was about to make himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell rang. He looked up in confusion and grabbed and unlocking his phone, while walking towards the door.

“It’s 7 in the freaking morning on a Saturday. Who the hell has the nerve to stand in front of my apartment at this kind of hour?”, he mumbled, scratching his neck.

He unlocked the door and the first reflex he had was to close the door as fast as possible. His hand though, wouldn’t move, so he just stared at your happy smile which turned into an amused one when you saw him standing there only in his boxers.

“Did I wake you up, Jungkook?”, you asked playfully and pushed yourself past him into his apartment.

“(Y/N)”, he exclaimed nervously. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

You noticed how his hand wandered towards his neck, a nervous habit he had while he bit down on his bottom lip. You just shrugged it off and pecked his cheeks, feeling confident enough to do that. Even though he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet, Jungkook had showed you how he felt about you, asking you out on dates multiple times and letting you come over even more frequently. He had been your crush for a while now, so seeing him feeling the same for you was making you shine like the sun itself. Nothing could bring you down lately and you were always in an exciting mood.

“I forgot my notebook here yesterday and I need it this afternoon, so I decided to come over and pick it up myself”, you explained and started walking towards his bedroom where you had left it the day before. You wanted to become a songwriter, so Jungkook suggested you could come over after class and he’d go through some of your songs with you before he went out with his friends. You had gladly accepted but when his time was running out, he practically shoved you out of his apartment, making you forget about the notebook that was still lying on his desk.

“No wait!”, Jungkook screamed and his hand shot forward but you were faster and jumped away.

“What why?”, you laughed and kept walking. “It’s not like I haven’t been in your room before Jungkook. I don’t care if it’s messy, if that’s what you’re worrying about.”

I guess you could also call it like that, was all he thought before he heard your gasp and a muffled thud coming from his bedroom. The door flew back open and your outraged yet disappointed figure made her way back to Jungkook, followed by an irritated Eunji, who still seemed half asleep.


“Why is the Leaning Tower of Pisa so crooked?”, you dozily asked a sleepy Jungkook who was lying behind you, holding you close to his chest.

“And why don’t we all speak the same language? Wouldn’t that be so much easier for all of us to communicate?”, you added, making Jungkook chuckle behind you and softly kiss your neck. You closed your eyes, letting a soft hum escape your lips and started caressing his hands.

“I don’t know (Y/N).. don’t you learn that stuff at school?”, he breathed against your wet skin, making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“No we don’t or else I wouldn’t be asking you, genius”, you declared, making him laugh again and gently turn you around to face him. 

“You’re so beautiful”, Jungkook whispered as he softly stroke his thumb over your plump lips and tried to memorize all your facial features. You felt the heat rise into your cheeks and tried to hide behind your hair but Jungkook wouldn’t let you, only stroking the hair back out of your face.

“No I’m not…”, you shyly replied. His eyes went wide in response.

“Yes you are. And I’m not only talking about your outer appearance. You’re just as beautiful from the inside as well. I’ve never met someone like you (Y/N)”, he stated honestly and stared into your eyes, almost losing himself in them. He was about to say those three magical words but something inside of him stopped him. Your eyes were filled with hope and wonder, Jungkook knew all you wanted was to hear it but he couldn’t. 

Instead he kissed you deeply, making you sigh into the kiss and butterflies erupt in his stomach.


“You think just because you’re older than me, you can play me like that?”, you screamed at him and pushed him as hard as you could, letting all the anger out you were feeling inside. 

“Did you really think, I wouldn’t find out? Or did you think, I wouldn’t care because we’re not even dating?”, that’s when it hit you. You two weren’t dating. He never told you that he liked you. He had complimented you, tons of times. But he never said how he felt towards you. You felt like an idiot, putting so much hope into all this actions when in reality he was only taking advantage of you.

“(Y/N) listen, it’s not what it looks like”, Jungkook started rambling, earning himself a slap from you. His hand flew up to his red cheek and a hurt expression spread on his angelic face.

“Don’t you dare, Jungkook”, a single tear slipped down your cheeks and you bit your lip, trying to hold the rest in. He didn’t deserve to see you crying.

“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?”, Eunji asked completely irritated, holding onto the sheet that was covering her still naked body.

Jungkook groaned and rolled his eyes at her. “Can you please shut up and put some clothes on? I need to fix this.”

Eunji gasped at his rudeness, yet turning away to change, leaving you two alone. Your grip around your notebook tightened and you started rushing past him, trying to get out of his apartment as fast as possible.

“You can’t fix this Jungkook”, you angrily shouted at him. “There is no such thing as this that would need to be fixed.”

He grabbed you by your wrist, stopping you from finally getting out of his apartment. 

“Don’t say that”, he hurtfully whispered. 

You didn’t dare to glance back at him, so you ripped your wrist out of his grasp and ran as fast as you could, slamming the door shut behind you. 

As you reached the next street corner, you finally let yourself fall onto your knees and let the tears stream down your face, sobs escaping your lips uncontrollably.

He never loved me.

©jiminelli

Can’t Refuse a Pretty Face - SF9 Taeyang Scenario

“Happy Friday, babe!” A familiar voice said cheerfully. You knew it had to be Taeyang from the kiss he pressed to the stop of your head immediately after. You closed your locker and turned around to face your boyfriend, blushing even before he kissed your lips- right in the middle of the school hallway, at that.

“Tae, we talked about-”

“You’re wearing my jersey too? No way!” Taeyang exclaimed, staring at your shirt which just happened to be his football jersey in honor of tonight’s big home football game. It was more public than you liked to be about your relationship with him, especially at school, and had been grating on your nerves all morning. He leaned in and whispered so that only you could hear, “You look hot in my jersey.” Well, that made up for it getting on your nerves a little bit. Just a little bit.

You glanced nervously at the group of Taeyang’s friends who were waiting behind him. Rowoon, Zuho, Hwiyoung, Dawon… They were a couple of other guys on the football team. You knew they were very close friends with Taeyang along with a few other boys on the team, but they were watching you and Taeyang too closely for comfort. In fact, it felt like the entire hallway had its eyes on you.

“Tae, can we talk for a minute?” You asked, although it wasn’t much of a question since you dragged him into a nearby biology classroom before he could protest. The room smelled like disinfectant and reptiles.

“What’s the matter, babe?” Taeyang asked, sitting on a desk once he determined that not horrible chemical would burn a hole in his jeans if he sat there.

You fingered the charm bracelet Taeyang had given you on your most recent birthday. Touching it always calmed you down and gave you confidence.

“I’ve told you before, doing that in public…” you trailed off.

“Me kissing you?” Taeyang asked. “Touching you? Talking to you? Showing the rest of the school that this beautiful girl is already mine?” Damn him and that gorgeous face and the way he was cocking an eyebrow at you right now but you still couldn’t get mad at him- not truly, anyway.

“It just makes me really nervous,” you said, leaving out the we talked about this just a few weeks ago part. You looked away from his eyes, not trusting yourself to stay true to your argument if he kept looking at you like that.

Taeyang stood up, placing one hand on your waist and the other directing you to look at him again. “I’m sorry, beautiful. Sometimes I just can’t resist it. I see the way other guys look at you, and I hate it. You’re so beautiful that everyone’s always looking at you, and I know you don’t even notice it. I want to show them that they can’t have you. You’re mine, and I’m not going to let them steal you away from me.”

“But can we have a little less skinship in public? You don’t have to worry about them stealing me away. I love you, Taeyang,” you assured him.

He pressed a brief, light kiss to your lips. “Alright. I’ll cut back on it. For you.”

“But,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulled you snugly against him, “in that case, we’re going to have to sneaking into empty classrooms more often.” This kiss was longer and deeper, filled with the kind of passion Taeyang had for only three things in this world: football, dancing, and you.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that, pretty boy,” you smirked, pulling back as the bell rang. You could hear him whining about something as you started to walk off to your class, but he caught up to you quickly and walked you to your first classroom.

••• Ari

(They became a football team. I have no regrets. Just imagine them in football jerseys. High school AUs are officially one of my favorites.)

Believe It or Not. Part 3.

Summary: Y/n is starting to catch on to the fact that Scott hasn’t been acting like himself lately and neither has Stiles. She decides she should just ask, when that falls through and she gets angry she storms out of class. Only to get an unexpected visitor.

Content: no warnings, more time with y/n & Stiles alone but no fluff, sorry guys I know it’s moving slow but I want to build them up strong(:

(Based off 1x03 “Pack Mentality”)

I was sleeping soundly, I didn’t even hear Scott come home. But I heard his screams. And once I did I ran straight into his room and on his bed, lightly trying to wake him.

“Scott! Scott please wake up!”

He was tossing and turning wildly, but after a few more times of me saying his name he shot up searching for his breath.

“Hey shh, you’re okay.” I tried to comfort him as I hugged him into my chest.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked hesitantly.

“I-I don’t want to talk about it.” He managed to squeeze in the words between tight breaths.

“You don’t have to.” I whispered in his ear, I held him until he fell back to sleep.
- - -
All that morning Scott seemed really freaked out, he barely said a word to me and I wish I knew how to help. I wish he would talk to me.

I was walking through the halls when both Scott and Stiles ran up to me panicked,

“Have you seen Allison?” Scott asked quickly searching my eyes for an answer.

“No Scotty I haven’t, sorr-”

And again, they just kind of ran away from me. You know im getting really sick of the two people I care about most acting like im not here. I never go a day without talking to them, and now I’ve gone two.
- - -
Im sitting in science class next to Stiles, we’re working on an experiment at the moment but I’m doing most the work.

“Stiles, can you hand me the instructions please.” Nothing, he just kept chewing at his pen.

“Stiles!” I tried again. And this time he heard me.

“Jesus y/n, what?” He snapped at me, rather rudely. I think he realized after it happened that his tone wasn’t necessary because we just stared at each other, that is until Scott turned around and whispered something to Stiles. Stiles leaned closer and so did I, I wanted to know what they were trying to keep so secret.

Maybe I should just ask?
I leaned around Stiles to look at Scott who saw me and looked at me.

“What are you guys talking about” I asked him.

Stiles looked back at me too and then they both looked back at each other, and then again back to me.

“What?” I repeated. “Don’t think that I don’t notice how weird you both have been acting. What’s so bad that you can’t even tell me?” I whisper yelled at both of them. And they looked shocked.

“Y/n-” Scott started, the he just faded off and looked at Stiles for help.
Stiles turned and looked at me, “We can’t tell you, okay? Please stop asking.”

“Fine. No problem, I’ll just stop worrying about my brother and my best friend, no problem.” I was almost crying. Im seriously just worried about Scott, he seems so scared. I can feel how scared he is. Maybe it’s twin telepathy but I want to help.

I got up from my seat and just left class, Mr.Harris tried to stop me but honestly I just wanted to go home I was so frustrated with them.
- - -
I decided I would just go to my room and get some homework done while I had the time. I grabbed a bowl of popcorn and made my way up stairs. When I got there I check the screen of my phone and had 4 missed calls from Scott, and 6 from Stiles. Maybe im overreacting? I don’t know, of course they’re allowed to keep secrets from me, but I don’t think this is about a girl. I think it’s about a lot more. I should probably calm down a little bit though, im still mad about them blowing me off.

It’s literally 7 and Scott hadn’t come home yet, I mean unless he’s all the sudden one of the most popular guys at the school, he’s always home.

I pick up my phone to call him, and then decide other wise. I just really miss him if im being honest. I miss both of them.

Another hour passed and he still hadn’t come home, but I heard a knock on my door. I went downstairs to answer it only to open the door and find Stiles standing there.

“Hi.” I said.

“Can I come in please?” I stepped aside so he could walk in.

“Where’s Scott?”

“Out on his date with Allison,” he sighed, “and Lydia and Jackson.”
I laughed slightly.

“Oh my god no! Poor Scott!” I laughed even more now picturing him getting himself stuck in the situation.

“I know Jackson can be a real dick.” Stiles added, whilst laughing with me now. We were now both sitting on the couch in the front room.

“Jackson?” I said, “What about his spoiled girlfriend?”

Stiles stopped laughing and I realized why.

“Shit Stiles sorry.”

He look at me and placed his hand on my lower thigh. I looked at his hand, and it’s like his touch set that part of my skin on fire and it was spreading through the rest of my body.

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here to do.” He looked at me and I swear I could forgive him just getting lost in his Beautiful golden eyes.

“Im really sorry about Scott and I. There is something else going on, and you have to know we both trust you it’s just- he’s not ready to tell anyone else yet.” He removed his hand from my leg, I wish he hadn’t. We never broke eye contact though.

“I just want to help him.” I whispered.

“In know, ” he said. “And you are, by being the one person in his life right now that has remained normal.”

I engulfed Stiles in a hug right there on the couch. He didn’t return it right away because he was a little shocked. But then he did and he just held me there for few seconds.

“Believe it or not, I’ve actually gotta go meet Scott somewhere soon.” He added while pulling away from me. I moved a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Shocker.”
I watched him walk out the door, but not before he turned around to give me one quick smile before shutting it.
- - -
I was already in bed when I heard mom come through the front door. She opened my door slightly letting the dim light in.

“Sweetie, you awake?” She asked quietly.

“Mhmm, good night momma.” I whispered back drowsily. And she shut my door. I heard walk down the hallway towards Scott before I heard here scream.

I jumped out of bed and ran to his room only to see Stiles in Scott’s bed and not Scott.

“Seriously Stiles what the hell are you doing here?” My mom yelled while holding a baseball bat.

“What am I doing? Do either of you even play baseball?” He shouted back and then Scott walked through his bedroom
door.

“Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?” She said as she turned to Face Scott.

“But we lock the front door,” he replied, “he wouldn’t be able to get in.”

“Exactly!” My mom and said in unison.

“Well have fun with this mom, im going back to bed.”
Scott’ll be lucky if he’s not in deep shit right now.

I gift you with something from my drafts that are actually full of peter parker stuff to celebrate the trailer, feedback is appreciated 

Originally posted by 8l0zza8

in which he doesn’t even notice hurting her because of the secret.

fem!reader x peter parker

She hated silence. She hated how the voices inside her head would wake when things were quiet, ready to ruin everything for her as they’d start to taunt her. That’s it, he realized, he hates you, he was never your friend, fuck, you’re even in love with him, that’s pathetic, he’d never, look, he won’t even reply to a simple text, you’re out of your mind to have ever believed what you had was real.

The thing is, she hasn’t talked to Peter in months now. Sure, she respected that maybe he didn’t want to be friends anymore, she knew that she wasn’t exactly the best person, and yeah, maybe a proper goodbye after such a long friendship would’ve been nice, but nevertheless she respected his wishes. The thing that she did keep pushing on was knowing if it was entirely her fault. Maybe she did something to tick him off? God, she hoped it was her and not him. Because if there’s something going on with him and he doesn’t want to talk about it, she’d scream. That boy was the most important person in her life and she’d never leave him alone if he was sad.

So now, as she looked upon her phone, she couldn’t even relate to when he leaves you on read memes, because Peter didn’t even read her text. The are you okay? message was left unread, silence filling Y/N as her bottom lip whimpered with a quiet sob.

And the next day at school she wasn’t surprised that Peter wasn’t there. That’s why she worried the most, because maybe he’s just trying to avoid her, but if he’s really not showing up for classes - anything could have happened to him. 

“Can it be, has the freak lost her guard dog?” Y/N turned around from her locker hearing her nickname, cheerleaders Y/N couldn’t recall the names of at the moment, the only thing coming to her mind being; not good.

“Maybe even stupid Parker realized how disgusting you are.” The taller girl said while picking at her nails, Y/N’s fists balling up as the other female in front of her laughed.

“He’s not stupid, you stupid bitch.” Y/N murmured, her breathing becoming heavy, yeah, they were right about Y/N being disgusting, but Peter - he sure as hell wasn’t stupid.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said, he’s not stupid, you stupid bitch-” Y/N was cut off by a hand coming in contact with her cheek, the ring hooked around the girl’s finger cutting into her skin as Y/N fell back against the lockers, blood now dripping down her face as everyone in the hallway looked at the scene in shock. A teacher walking by, thankfully, intervened, taking the non freaks to the principle’s as he left Y/N to go see the nurse. That she didn’t do though, she just slid down to the floor, the halls emptying after the bell. And silence filled her once again, her cheek stinging as she tried her best not to cry. It was funny, because she hated silence because of her demons, but now even real people told her the same thing the monsters did. And they were right, of course Peter was good enough to be true, Y/N was pathetic and she didn’t deserve him one bit.

But as the tears came the silence was cut off, a squeaking of shoes accompanying the whimpers. Peter has finally found time for school, in between crime fight, training with the avengers and just trying to be a normal teenage boy, it was quite hard to keep a steady schedule. And so, as he ran to class, he nearly fell he would have if it wasn’t for spidey sense as he stopped by Y/N’s locker, to find Y/N herself by it.

“Oh my god, what happened?! You’re bleeding!” He quickly kneeled next to her, trying his best to inspect her wound as she turned away, trying to stand up with her wobbling legs. He helped her up then, his own fingers starting to shake from panic and fear of what has happened to her. He hasn’t seen her in a while, as mentioned, it was hard being both his old normal self and the newest hero of New York. But that was stupid, if anything he should make time for Y/N, she’s been there with him through good and bad, and he loved her more than anyone else. And look at her now, tears and blood trickling down her face, he couldn’t help but blame himself.

“Go to chemistry, you’ve been absent for weeks, a test is coming up..” The female said, still not meeting his eyes as he stared back at her in disbelief. “I’m fine, Pete, can I still call you that? Yeah, I’m fine, go, I’m going to clean up.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N-”

“I’m fine, go. Chemistry — important. Me? Not so much.” She said, a sad smile on her lips. “Just, ugh, tell me, are you okay?

“What? I’m fine, Y/N, you though? Yeah, not so much! What even happened?” Of course Peter being the kind soul he was — he’s worried. Not because they’re friends, not anymore at least, but because he just cares about everyone. So Y/N repeated the lie of I’m fine again and pushed him towards the lab room, leaving with a promise that after she cleans her cheek she’s going to join him.

Peter’s leg twitched nervously as he sat in class, counting the minutes on the clock because Y/N still wasn’t here. He didn’t even hear what the teacher was saying, he didn’t even write anything down, hell, he didn’t even have a pen, he didn’t care. All he cared for was Y/N. Her bruised cheek, her strange questions and sad smile. He needed to talk to her, he needed to know. So when the bell rang and the girl he’s been crushing on since 5th grade was nowhere to be found, he didn’t even hesitate to jump out of his clothes, into comfortable spandex, as he left school, knowing that Y/N has ditched him and went home. And it hit him now — he’s been distant. Spider-man and all. And Y/N, being the sad beauty she was, took it as her fault, when it was entirely his. And he cursed himself as he swung through Queens, straight for Y/N’s flat, sticking himself to the brick wall as he climbed to the 11th floor.

As expected he found her in her room already, she stood in front of the mirror, placing an avengers themed plaster on her cheek as Peter looked at her through the window. He knocked then, Y/N jumping in her spot as she turned to the window, holding onto her chest, eyes wide as she gazed at Spider-man.

“Um, can I help you?” She asked, pushing her window open as she stared upon the spider.

“Can I come in?” She frowned then, the voice incredible familiar — no, it can’t be. That would be ridiculous — “Pretty please?”

“Peter?”

“Aye, keep it down, trying to keep a secret identity and all.” He climbed inside her room, shutting the window followed by the blinds as he took off his mask, gazing at her bruised/confused face.

“Why are you wearing a Spider-man suit? And how the hell did you get up here? Are you trying to get you get yourself killed?” She rambled, examining his outfit as she walked around him, Peter face palming because oh my god she couldn’t believe that he was in fact the Spider-man.

I am Spider-man, Y/N. Thats why I have been ignoring you — I wasn’t trying to, I just got caught up in all of these hero things and just — you know, those are stupid excuses. They’re not good enough for ignoring you, I’m really sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to, can you forgive me?” He was the one rambling now, growing uneasy under the girls watch, cheeks tinting pink at how beautiful she looked with her brows scrunched up and slightly swollen cheek with the avengers bandage on.

“Oh.” Was all she said as her mouth fell to an o, relief filling her just the slightest bit that Peter wasn’t dealing with some sort of break down or in fact not even quitting on their friendship. But the relief part was tiny compared to the stomaching she was doing at the new information she was doing, the boy she was in love with was a web slinging, wall climbing, a god damn spandex dressed super hero.

“Please say something else, like I forgive you, Peter—” he pulled the girl out of her thoughts, voice high pitched to mimic her voice. “—so I could stop dying in guilt here.”

I forgive you, Peter.” She repeated. “But I’m so angry with you for not telling me. What the hell, dude!” She now screeched, her hands roaming over his body as she intervened their hands to inspect his web shooters as the boy only gave her a weak smile, butterflies in his stomach because technically they were holding hands now. “Oh and I got punched by some girl because I called her stupid because she called you stupid.” She explained as if it was not a big deal. “But that was totally useless, because you are one stupid punk.”

“Thanks for that.”

No Weaknesses

Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Word count: 1546

Characters: Slight Loki x reader, Tony

Warnings: Loki trying to use reader’s weight to upset her

Summary: Requested by @jdartist09. Your boss, Tony, needs a favour.

Seven thirty, again. You sighed, wanting nothing more than to bury your head underneath the pillow as you listened to your alarm blaring next to your head. But if you didn’t get up now, then you wouldn’t have time to get ready, and you’d be in a bad mood all day. It probably wasn’t worth it.

So, reluctantly, you peeled the blankets off yourself and stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for work.

Once you’d had breakfast and dressed, you were feeling a lot perkier. Mornings sucked, but you’d learned to get through them. You managed to make it out of your apartment in plenty of time to get to work, and so you got to savour the walk there. It was finally sunny enough to justify wearing a pretty sundress you’d found on sale over the winter, and you enjoyed the feel of a warm breeze against your bare skin.

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A Shot in the Dark

A/N: I had so much fun writing the other one, that I decided to write another one! I’m having a hard time thinking of new and original ideas, so if you guys have any that you think would be fun to write, shoot them my way! A quick summary of this one: the reader is shot and while she is flat lines, she flashes back to the first time Spencer told her that he loved her. Enjoy! (P.s. I’m really bad at making up titles so yeah)


Warmth.

Why was there such a strong warmth in your chest?

Everything was so quiet - all you wanted to do was fall asleep. Your eyes started to droop when you heard a voice that urged you to stay awake.

“Y/N. Y/N, please don’t leave me. I need you to keep your eyes open. Y/N OPEN YOUR EYES!” you heard a familiar voice yell.

You used every bit of strength you had in you to open your eyes. You saw a blurry outline of what you knew was your fiancé, Spencer.

“Spence…” you managed to croak out.

“Y/N, you’re going to be okay, okay? I love you, please stay with me baby, stay with me” his voice broke through his sobs.

You wanted so badly to stay with him, but you just couldn’t do it. As you were enveloped into the warmth and before your eyes closed, you caught a glimpse of a sparkle that came from your left ring finger.

—————————

Suddenly, you could see yourself and Spencer sitting at your kitchen table at your old apartment. Was this a dream? Were you dead? You admired the scene you saw and smiled to yourself – this was when you and Spencer were just colleagues. You would enjoy a dinner and a glass of wine after particularly hard cases; you both knew exactly how to cheer the other up. You remembered the conversation at this specific dinner.

“… and after that joke, no one was laughing with me! A classroom full of well-educated college students didn’t get my joke about existentialism, can you believe that?! …Y/N? Are you there?” You had spaced out and barely heard a word Spencer was saying to you.

“Oh, um yeah, I’m sorry. My mind was elsewhere” You mumbled.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Spencer asked as he leaned in and rested his hand on yours.

You looked into those beautiful, brown eyes of his. Being in love with your colleague was complicated. You wanted so badly to express how you felt, but you just never knew the right time. Your friendship was so solid that you didn’t want to do anything to put it in jeopardy, but another part of you just wanted to tell him how you felt.

You gave a weak smile and replied “It’s nothing, Spence. I guess the case just really got to me this time. Children, you know? How could someone do something so cruel to these children who are so pure? This job really makes you question if there’s any good in this world…” you trailed off.

Spencer took a deep breath to formulate his thoughts and began, “Y/N, you bring so much good into this world. Not just what we do for a living, but you as a person bring so much happiness to the people around you. When you bring sweet treats that you bake the team when we’re feeling low, or when you volunteer with Garcia to counsel victim’s families, or when you come to my house in the middle of the night when I call you and need you… you light up every life you come in contact with. And that’s one of the many reasons I love you, Y/N.”

Your head shot up and your eyes locked with his. Did he just say what you thought he said? He took a deep breath and continued.

“Since the day that I met you, I knew there was something special about you – you light up a room when you walk into it. I cherish these one-on-one moments we spend after cases. You are so smart and beautiful and have such a big heart… look, you don’t have to say it back because I know we’re not even dating and I don’t even know if you feel the same way and you know what, I should know since I’m a profiler but I just don’t and…” He kept rambling on.

You took his head in your hands and locked eyes – that sure shut him up. That’s when you kissed him with more passion than you had ever kissed anyone before; he quickly reciprocated, his lips just as soft as you had always imagined they’d be. You pulled away just enough so you could look in his eyes and said “I love you too, Spencer.” He grinned and pulled you into another sweet kiss.

That was the first of many times that he told you that he loved you.

——————-

You could still hear the echo of him saying “I love you” when your eyes opened. You blinked to try to focus on what was around you; it was all so bright. You looked to your left and saw Spencer, sitting in a chair with his head lying on your bed fast asleep. You adored the sweet little snores that would escape his slightly opened mouth when he slept. When you reached over and brushed his brown, messy curls out of his face, he awoke abruptly.

“Oh, oh! Y/N! You’re awake! Are you in pain? Do you need any meds? I can call a nurse or get the doctor in here – do you remember what happened?” He began to spew out so many questions that you weren’t sure which one to answer first.

You smiled as he rambled. “I honestly don’t remember anything… what happened?”

“We split into two groups: me and you, and Hotch and Prentiss… you went down one hallway and I went down the other… the unsub was down your hallway and shot you… I heard the shot and came to you…” you could tell he was about to cry so you grabbed his hand and made small circles on it with your thumb. “I didn’t know if I would get to you in time… I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, baby.” That was when he broke down.

“Spence, it’s not your fault – it’s not anyone’s fault except for the unsub. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him. Tears started collecting in your eyes; partly because seeing Spencer crying broke your heart, but the other half was the pain you felt in your chest. Spencer saw that you were in pain and pressed the button to issue you more pain medication.

“I’ll be here when you wake up; I’m not going anywhere” he reassured you as you drifted off into a drug-induced sleep. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

I’m Staying Right Here- Shadowhunters (Simon Lewis)

Pairing: Simon x Female!Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Could you do a Simon Lewis imagine? Where like you and Simon are dating and Raphael doesn’t know. So Raphael flirts with you and Simon becomes really jealous? Also some smut of possible? And could it be like after Simon has been turned into a vampire.

Warnings: Suggestive sexual content, no actual smut

A/N: Didn’t really write a smut in it, just a suggestive one, so I hope that’s okay, since I feel like I’m writing so much smut these days and this is not a only smut blog, so I’m trying to even it out a bit, so sorry if you really wanted the smut part!!! Anyway I hope you like it anyway, darling! ENJOY^^

Originally posted by scalirasmundane

*gif not mine* 

Someone sat down beside you on the sofa, making you jump in surprise, not having heard the person even coming into the room. 

 «Did I scare you, my beautiful?» The guy beside you, a smirk on his face as he looked you up and down before his eyes met yours again. 

 «Just a little.» You smiled politely back, as you yet again looked towards the direction which Simon had disappeared to, saying he just had to do one thing before you could go on the date of yours. 

 «I apologize. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?» He asked seductively, running two fingers lightly over the skin on your upper arm like a feather. 

 «You’re not doing anything, Raphael.» Simon was suddenly standing in front of the two of you, his hands clutched into fists, staring daggers at the guy beside you, who’s name seemed to be Raphael. 

 «Well well, isn’t it the shadowhunter friendly vampire.» Raphael taunted Simon, as Simon’s expression only got darker. 

 «It is.» Simon spoke through greeted teeth, his fangs sticking out. 

You quickly got up from your seat, walking over to Simon and taking his hand, seeming to get him out of his trance. 

 «You done here so we can go?» You asked with a genuine smile, ignoring Raphael’s presence. 

 «I have now.» He smiled down at you, before gently pulling on your hand for you to follow him. 

 «Be sure to take care of your pretty little lady, Simon. Someone might come and catch her behind your back.» Raphael’s voice rang after you, but neither of you turned to look at him as you hurried out. 


~

Simon let out a deep breath as he slammed the door to his van shut, and looked over at you, giving you a weak smile. 

 «So, where to now, babe?» You asked, scotching closer to him so you could rest your chin on his shoulder. 

 «I was thinking, that little restaurant we walked past last time we were out and you made a comment about wanting to go there?» He asked hopefully, his charming smile on as always. 

 «I don’t remember which, but I can’t wait.» You said, biting your lip. 

 «And about what that Raphael guy said up there…» You placed you hand on his thigh, slowly inching upwards, making Simon’s eyes go wide. 

 «You don’t need to worry about me leaving your side, babe. I’m staying right-« You palmed him through his jeans making him let out a frustrated groan. 

«Here.» You finished as you pressed you palm a little, rubbing your hand against his jeans. 

 «Perfect.» He let out in a breath as you sat back in your seat, grinning innocently up at him. 

 This night was absolutely getting a happy ending.

My favorite scene of the chapter and it’s SO important. Many expected Laxus to go out in full rage mode once he finds out about what happened to Makarov. But this right here, this is actually so much better. Why? Because it shows just how much Laxus has matured and developed!

I believe he is angry, he is sad, he is grieving. He cared a whole hella lot for his gramps after all, even when it wasn’t always exactly obvious. But instead of getting absolutely angry he stays calm and strong, comforting Mavis even though something in him shattered as well.

It shows that his anger doesn’t just control him anymore. Instead of losing it he stays reasonable, even smiles that friggin adorable smile. That rebellious asshole phase that he went through is no more, and we knew that but this scene shows it so so beautifully. Instead the part that showed itself by the assholish behavior is now more the social awkwardness regarding some cases and situations that has always been there. So boy I really despise it when he gets portrayed as absolute asshole or macho guy because uh sorry but nope, that’s just not him, not like he appears to me.

Just wanna say that this scene is beautiful and important and pls acknowledge this adorable caring man right here.