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The Rebound

It was supposed to be shorter (; ̄д ̄)

(Also posted on AO3)


Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.

“Another?” she asked.

Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”

“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”

“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.

“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.

Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.

He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.

Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.

Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

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sex bomb

Harry works at lush and you’re a writer 

masterlist x

a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you

 Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.

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Undercover Pt.3 (M) ~ Mafia!BTS AU

 Sorry for the wait, been going through a lot recently. - Admin Tamra


PT. 1 PT. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft BTS

Genre: Smut, Angst

SMUT WARNING

“Hello?” You answered, quickly clearing your throat and sitting up. 

 "(Y/N)? Baby? Can we talk?“ Jungkook spoke, he sounded exhausted and it was only 8AM. 

 "I don’t know, are you going to try to use me for sex again?” You asked, remembering what happened the day before. It disappointed you that that’s all Jungkook wanted. 

 He sighed, “No. But I’m on my way, and im going to explain everything.” You hung up, and got out of bed. Your hair was a mess and you hadn’t even showered since you got home last night. Quickly turning on the hot water, you washed your hair and body. The hot water felt amazing on your tense back, the stress was definitely catching up. 

 When you got out of the shower, you walked into your bedroom to see Jungkook sitting on your bed on his phone. 

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Waking Without You

just over 1700 words, a continuation of this. Trigger warning for unintentional drug overdose. 
[AO3]

Even hates waking up without Isak.

Since they moved in together it hadn’t really been an issue.  Sure there are the odd night when Even visits his parents and ends up staying the night, or Isak parties too hard with the boys and ends up passed out at Jonas’, but Even is lucky enough now to be able to say he wakes up almost every day tangled up with Isak.

This is why when he stirred in the middle of the night and found himself severely lacking a sleepy snugly boyfriend his lips pushed into a pout.  Was it too much to ask for to just have one night where he got to cuddle his boyfriend for the night before they had to deal with a new day’s bullshit?

His annoyance, however, flew out the window when he heard retching coming from their bathroom.  It wouldn’t have been a surprise to Even if Isak had caught some bug going around; Isak had hardly slept the past couple of weeks and his immune system was probably through the floor.  It didn’t help that he ate like shit.

Even was beginning to realise that it was a miracle Isak wasn’t sick more often.

He took a breath and rolled himself out of his duvet cocoon, ready to go comfort his boyfriend.  He grabbed a hoody off the floor and pulled it on to keep the chilly night air from biting at his sleep warm skin and crossed the flat.

“Baby?” He croaked out, too tired to be embarrassed by his sleep roughened voice. He could still hear retching when he knocked on the bathroom door.  He figured Isak hadn’t heard him and pushed the door open, unaware that his world was about to turn on its axis.

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Ain’t Nobody In The World But You

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Plus Sized!Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark (mentioned)

Warnings: Insecure reader, swearing, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy)

Summary: Based off of a request.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: So I used some pretty harsh words in this one, this is just what I feel when I’m having a bad day… Hopefully those words don’t trigger you. Please send warnings I’ve missed into my ask box. I also listened to ‘You & I’ by John Legend while writing the smut.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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An Unexpected Surprise - Cody Christian Imagine

Request by Anon: Hey! May you do an imagine where Cody and (y/n) rarely fight but when they do it’s a hell of a mess and the current situation is that he and the (y/n) are having a fight, a really big one bc he accused her of cheating on him, bc maybe she’s coming home late and she’s always on the phone, but what really is happeningis that the reader is organizing a surprise birthday party to him, so when he finds out he’s really regretful for thinking she ever could do that to him and a happy and fluff ending? 

Warnings: Arguments, being accused of cheating, some curse words

Word Count: 4,056

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself with this prompt. I hope you like it. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Cody’s POV

The first sign

It’s funny how time flies by when you’re not looking at the clock, but when you do watch the clock, time seems to move slower. I drummed my fingers against the kitchen table as I slowly watched the second hand take its sweet time to move around the clock. Y/N was 29 minutes late. She’s never late and I was beginning to get worried something might have happened. If she was working late, she would have called or texted me to let me know. But tonight, she didn’t and I couldn’t help but think of the worst.

Just give her one more minute, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone. Instead of looking at the clock on the wall, I looked at the time on the phone. Why must the last minute take the longest?

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Now It's Three In The Morning

Originally posted by notheartbroken


She calls him up for a good time but something’s wrong. //loosely inspired by “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by arctic monkeys. fluffy, not smutty sorry. i was in my feels. 

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anonymous asked:

Fanfic where Betty is distancing herself from Jughead? Like she's thinking about breaking up with him cause of all the serpent stuff... Then Jughead does some big romantic gesture (you could decided whether its a gesture or whether its just Jughead telling Betty why he's so in love with her) and Betty realises she could never leave him. Sorry its long lol

So I wanted this up yesterday but I suck. I trawled through my prompts to see if I could find anything that I could write as a (now belated) birthday gift for the wonderful @peacelovebughead because she deserved some birthday love! And then it got super angsty, so I’m sorry, love! But yeah, this is for you - happy birthday again, Jess!


Betty sighed as she gripped her phone harder, pressing it closer against her ear as it continued to ring. She felt like she heard the incessant noise so often lately that it was ingrained into her head. Her lower lip began to tremble and she pulled it between her teeth, biting down hard to hide the motion. She wouldn’t cry, she refused to cry.

“This is Jughead, leave a message.” The clipped tone of her boyfriend’s voicemail settled heavily over her heart.

They promised they’d try. They told each other, whispered into the creases of each other’s skin shrouded in the shadows of FP’s trailer, that this wouldn’t change anything. It showed in the way Jughead would drop his jacket every time she stepped foot in his line of sight, relieving his shoulders of the leather burden that Betty could feel across her own back like a crushing weight whenever she glimpsed the green and red embroidery.

She thought it would be a relief to see him remove his newly accrued armour in her presence, peeling back the layers he’d so sardonically told her he was in possession of that one night in a Pop’s booth, until he was her Juggie again. But, if anything, it only set her more on edge, confirming the sneaking suspicion that he was playing two sides now, both feet sinking in quicksand and spread across a rapidly widening chasm.

For the first few weeks he’d shown up outside the front step of Riverdale High, leaning against his dad’s truck, one leg casually crossed over the other, as he waited for her to finished cheerleading practice or work on the Blue and Gold. His dark curls and deep flannels stood out against the white snow, beckoning Betty towards him with a magnetic pull that had only been increasing in strength the longer they remained together. If she thought about it, she’d always felt that feeling.

Even when she was little, Jughead would always be there. Betty chastised herself for not realising it sooner, in the moments when they were asleep in his childhood bed. She pressed herself tightly against his warm side as she watched his eyelids flutter, face beautifully relaxed and slackened in sleep. Running her fingers across his soft cheek, over his parted lips, Betty had memorised every quirk in his features; the way his mouth permanently tilted at the corner, how one nostril was slightly bigger than the other, every single perfect placement of the moles and freckles against pale skin. The pads of her fingers continued their travels, over his sternum, barely brushing his chest. Jughead stirred slightly, nose scrunching adorably as she tickled him with her feather-light caresses. Whenever she’d cried over Archie, or tucked herself into a corner beneath the wooden slats of his tree house, he’d find her. Sitting somewhat awkwardly beside her, he listened as she talked without interruption, letting the dam finally burst. He was always bringing her back from the edge, the one she’d been tiptoeing along for as long as she could remember. And now it was her that was making him fall between the cracks of the town, pulled under by the current of North versus South.

The first time he missed a pick up he’d text her. He had stuff to take care of. Betty was well educated enough in cinema and literature to know ‘take care’ was never code for anything desirable. She chewed her lower lip all through practice, tearing the skin until it tasted metallic against her tongue. Cheryl snapped at her more than once for being distracted but she didn’t have it in her to be ashamed for making them run late. Her fleecy, pink jumper had just settled back over her shower-flushed skin when her phone buzzed in her locker.

Pop’s? Twenty minutes? The familiarity of the words, knowing he was safe enough to text her, relieved some of the choking tension in her chest. She hurried to collect her things, scrambling with her bag as she flew down the hallways, icy wind hitting her damp hair and making her shiver as she stepped through the front doors to an empty parking lot.

Betty’s fingers were nervously playing with the straw of her vanilla milkshake when the bell above the door finally signalled his arrival, hair dishevelled and distinctly beanie-less. She blinked, so used to another sight that it took her aback for a moment. She didn’t even notice the jacket at first. He slid in opposite her, not before leaning down to place a chaste kiss to her cheek, cold lips against flushed skin sending a shiver down her spine. He grabbed a handful of fries from the basket in the centre of the table, offering her a smile as he chewed.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it earlier,” he offered in way of apology, choosing not to expand further. The rustle of leather on vinyl caused her eyes to snap down suddenly. He followed her gaze, lifting his arm slightly as he looked down at himself, as if unaware that he’d put the clothing there himself. He squirmed uncomfortably under her steady eyes, tugging at the lapels in a way that made Betty think he couldn’t decided what to do with himself.

“It… It’s cold, Betts,” he muttered, as he chose not to discard the garment, fingers whitening as he gripped at the fabric.

“I didn’t ask you to take it off,” she replied, voice light and indecipherable. He narrowed his eyes slightly. She widened hers. He nodded, not quite sure whether he was being played.

“Okay,” he said slowly, running his fingers through his dark waves.

“You’re not wearing your beanie,” she stated, not raising her voice in question. Jughead sighed, looking out of the window as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, scraping the skin roughly.

“What we’re just gonna sit here and discuss my wardrobe now? Was Veronica too busy for that conversation?” he snarked, tone holding more venom than he’d intended to shoot her way. She started, uncomfortable prickle spreading throughout her body. Shame replaced the hardness around his eyes. “Sorry,” he mumbled, dropping his gaze to the tabletop like a scolded toddler. She blinked a few times, fists uncurling, shaking her shoulders and straightening them minutely as she stood. Jughead’s eyes snapped up, mouth parting in fear as he expected her to leave. She rounded the table, tapping his bicep in an indication for him to move over. He did so, arm winding round her waist as soon as she was settled beside him. Her fingers lifted to his hair, running through the free curls, fingers scratching delicately against his scalp as he let out a mild hum of appreciation.

“Just means I get to do this,” she smiled, ducking her head to meet his nervous blue eyes. He lifted the corner of his mouth in return, gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips before they leant towards each other, pressing their lips together in a light but reassuring kiss.

She almost missed him the first time he showed up to take her home on his bike. He was leaning against the side, timid smile gracing his lips as he caught sight of her honey gold hair.

“What’s this?” she asked, slowing her steps as she cautiously approached the vehicle, eyebrows knit in concern. Jughead turned to look over his shoulder, as if confirming that she was seeing what he was seeing. A hand came up to rub the back of his neck nervously.

“Err, it was a gift. Some of the guys needed the truck and I still wanted to pick you up. I didn’t think you’d mind,” he shrugged, eyes gentle but still guarded.

The guys. The phrase bounced uncomfortably inside Betty’s head, the casualness causing her to bristle.

“I-I don’t know, Juggie,” she said cautiously, looking at the shiny chrome and thinking it reflected in the same way as the black ice currently coating the Riverdale roads. Jughead sighed, standing to his full height as he placed a palm on each of her shoulders.

“Come on, Betts. It’s fine, I know how to drive it. You’re safe with me,” he coloured his words with a little more meaning that just road safety. “Live a little?” he tacked on, raising an eyebrow in challenge at her as his mouth quirked into a smirk. She rolled her eyes, shifting her weight from foot to foot as her mouth pulled into a betraying smile. He kissed her slightly wrinkled forehead before mounting the bike, holding out a hand to help her on behind him.

Her fingers ached by the time they made it to her house, stiff from the cold and the unrelentingly tight grip she’d had on his shirt the entire ride home. Sure, there was an element of freedom in the feeling of frigid winds combing its way through her hair, making her eyes stream as they blew through the town. But there was an hint of uncertainty in it all, some wary part of Betty’s brain clicking into overdrive as she felt every jolt, wobble and vibration beneath her.

The most disconcerting thing, she thought as she was watched Jughead speed off down the street, glad her mother wouldn’t be home to hear the loud revving of the engine and come to investigate, was how at ease Jughead had seemed. He gripped the handlebars with a practised finesse. His back was free of any kind of tension. He weaved easily through the traffic, slipping almost like a dark shadow across the streets of the Northside, only noticeable due to the bright golden light that clung to his waist.

It should have made her happy, that Jughead was finding his place in the town that had thrown nothing but hardship after hardship at him since he could walk. But she couldn’t let go of that feeling that a storm was coming, ten times bigger than the one that had already swept through their sleepy town life. And it might have something to do with the fact that she was caught in an unwinnable standoff with the unblinking eyes of a threaded snake the whole ride back.

He didn’t pick her up anymore. Hell, he wasn’t even allowed to come on school property, especially not on his bike, branded with the emblem of a much despised gang. When she had asked him, with little questioning in her voice anyway, if he was there he hadn’t been able to meet her eyes. But the blossoming bruise forming over his right cheekbone, swelling his eye slightly, and the blood on his knuckles already gave Betty her answer.

The local news was already reporting it - in fact, it was all they were reporting. It was the biggest blow out between the North and South sides that Riverdale had ever seen. Tensions had been boiling, pressure building up until no one could take it anymore and things just snapped.

“They are dangerous, Jug!” she yelled, ponytail swinging as she shook her head at his disagreement.

“They’re like my family, Betty, they’re the only people who have offered me protection…” She cut him off, her own blood beginning to boil like that which was currently running through the streets, getting washed into the drain by the ongoing thunderstorm that had burst through the heavy clouds. Her voice rose above the pounding of raindrops on the trailer’s roof.

“You call this protection?! You’re hurt, Jughead. You were thrown into the middle of a town-wide fist fight, and that is supposed to be protection? Your idea of family is pretty messed up if you think-” She cut herself off abruptly, eyes widening in panic as he visibly recoiled from her words. “I didn’t mean…”

“Yeah,” he laughed humorlessly. “You did.” He nodded to the ground, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. “And you’re right, it is fucked up.” He met her eyes and the lack of anger there stole her breath. She ached to take the few steps that separated them but her legs wouldn’t move. “But isn’t it always?” he asked, defeated. Tears pooled along her waterline, over-spilling with little warning, leaving hot, itchy trails down her cheeks. She wiped them away furiously, material of her sweater scratching her skin red.

“You promised me, Jug. You said that this wouldn’t change anything between us,” she lamented, voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t just the fact that he didn’t turn up to take her home, didn’t fetch Fred’s ladder to climb through her window anymore. He didn’t talk to her anymore. She could feel the hard shell he’d broken his way out of to be with her resealing around him, stronger than before. He shrugged his shoulders once.

“I guess I lied,” he murmured.

Neither of them was willing to let go. She’d cleaned his knuckles, pressed ice to his forehead and whispered soothing words to him as he curled around her while he fell asleep that night. But Betty knew you couldn’t escape the inevitable forever.

The beep of the voicemail echoed in her ears.

“Jug,” she sighed, hating the way her voice hitched. She took a breath before trying again. “Jughead, I haven’t heard from you all week. I’m really worried and I think… I need to see you, in person,” she choked out, casting her eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. She didn’t want to cry anymore. She ended the call, flicking off the light in the Blue and Gold office before shutting the door and making her way to the exit.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looking up from the top step of the high school. There, in the parking lot a few feet away, was Jughead Jones. Her Jughead. He was leaning against his dad’s truck, one leg casually crossed over the other as he looked up at her, deep circles beneath his eyes. His beanie was planted firmly on his head, hands shoved in the pockets of his denim, sheepskin lined jacket, tired smile trying to tilt his lips upwards.

“Juggie,” she breathed as she made her way towards him with slow, evenly paced steps.

“Happy Birthday, Betts,” he murmured. Her shoulders collapsed with a disbelieving laugh.

“You remembered?” she asked, coming closer still. His brow furrowed.

“How could I forget?” he told her, hands reaching out to her timidly. She settled herself between his legs, palms coming up to rest against his chest, rubbing the fabric of his shirt between her fingers. “It’s the most important day of my year, “ he finished with unwavering conviction. Betty tilted her head, warmth spilling in her chest.

“Jug,” she whispered with a wry smile. He looked down, fingers tightening around her waist, as if his touch could stop the words from coming.

“I know what you’re thinking, Betty. And I’m hoping that you’ll just wait, and come with me,” he asked, looking up at her from beneath his lashes, eyes desperate. She’d go anywhere with him, at least there was a time when she thought she would.

“Okay,” she heard herself saying before she could even think. Apparently, she still would. They climbed into the truck, Jughead biting back his relieved sigh; he wasn’t out of the woods yet.

They drove in silence, Jughead leaving his palm upturned in the hopes that she’d lace her fingers with his. When she did his shoulders relaxed, bringing her knuckles to his lips to lay a delicate kiss there. He drove towards the river, parking up next to one of the trails that led into the woods and turning off the engine.

“Is this the part where you kill me?” she joked wearily, turning her teasing eyes from the trees to meet his. He smiled at her, letting out a laugh at her ability to still make jokes before opening his door and hopping out. He gathered up the blankets and the cooler from the bed of the truck and walked round to meet Betty.

“Come on,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of the trail. They walked, again in silence, only the rustling of wildlife and the rushing of the approaching river disturbing their quiet. Betty gasped as they broke through into a clearing just a few paces back from the river, not as deadly looking in the early spring. Tiny lights had been strung up throughout the branches, creating a million different constellations as their warm light bounced off the green leaves, trees just beginning to sprout blossom. Jughead shook out the blanket, placing the cooler down on top before settling down himself and opening his arms to her. She went to him, nestling between his bent legs, back to his chest, heartbeat over heartbeat. He pulled a milkshake out of the cooler and handed it to her. They sat for a moment, watching the moving of the water, cocooned in their private sanctuary.

“This was really nice of you, Jug,” she thanked him after a while. His arm tightened around her, as if he was sensing she was ready to flee. “You didn’t have to.” She picked at the styrofoam of her empty cup.

“Yes I did,” he interrupted hurriedly. “You’re my girlfriend, this is what boyfriends do,” he smiled into her hair, remembering conversations with her that felt like a lifetime ago. He felt the vibrations of her chuckle against his front. He licked his lips, suddenly dry.

“Betty, I’m sorry. I was scared that if I kept you as close as I wanted you that you’d get pulled in too deep as well, and it would be my fault if anything happened to you.” He pulled in a shaky breath. “I couldn’t give you up but maybe if you…” She twisted in his arms, eyes searching his. “I just wanted you safe,” he finished lamely instead. Her cool palms cupped his flushed cheeks.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you too, Jug,” she implored. “And we were in this together, from the start. At least, I thought we were…” Betty’s confidence wavered, her hands beginning to slip from his skin. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding them there.

“We are, we still can be. This,” he cast his eyes around the clearing. “Is to show you that Riverdale isn’t the be all end all. It doesn’t have to be the way it is, we can change it, make it better. One day,” he swallowed, clearing some of the thickness in his throat. “One day we could make it out, together.” Betty let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, leaning forwards to press a bruising kiss to his lips. His was thinking of a future - it was what she didn’t realise she desperately needed to hear.

“Also,” Jughead murmured after they’d parted. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet bag. Betty took it with shaking fingers, tipping the contents into her flattened palm. The tiny ring glinted in the lights. The silver metal was thin and light, a tiny three pointed crown making up the emblem on the front. She drew in a breath, picking the delicate jewellery up and slipping it onto her finger. She met Jughead’s eyes, his cheeks covered in a deep blush. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m claiming you or anything. But… I just wanted to give you something, as a reminder. I’m forever yours, Betty Cooper. Even if we’re further apart than we’d like to be right now, I’m still yours.”

Tears spilled down Betty’s cheeks and for the first time in months she didn’t mind that she was crying. Because Jughead Jones was hers, she was certain of it. And she was his.

Old Love.

- Bobby x Reader

- Angst, fluff

- An exhausted Bobby learns the hard way to be careful with what he wishes for. 

- Random drabble I forgot to post.

- Random S/O: @masual , @muujum thanks for the kind comments 😍😍😘

Originally posted by verygood-climax


The thunderous slam of the front door this late at night could only means one thing, an overworked boyfriend fed up with the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life. You understand his frustration of course, being worked to the bone without having a comeback in months would do that to even a saint. Adding the constant travel for show and lack of sleep had turned the boy with stars in his eyes into an insufferable grump. You never minded being his therapist, being the only person he could complain to without any filter. He’d often laid with his head on your lap, gritting his teeth angrily at one thing or another. You’d just let him talk with a hand smoothing comforting circles over his firm chest, melting his rage back into its cage. Some days he’d ask for your advice knowing just how unreasonable he could get, others, he simply needed a pair of ears. Although rare, sometimes the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life includes you. 

You hadn’t expect him tonight honestly, not after the blow out last night. Curl up in the cold king size bed that might as well have been two twin beds for the past week, you stay quiet, listening intently to any little sound coming from the living room. Jiwon loves skin-ship despite that tough macho image on SMTM and explosive stages of Ikon. He continuously expresses his displeasure in Hanbin lovey dovey gestures but you know for a fact he loves it. He just couldn’t get himself to let the poor boy knows he secretly revels in every moment because Hanbin being the cheeky monkey would never let him live it down. With you in the privacy of your shared apartment, there was not a second spent here that he didn’t have some sort of contact with your skin. You don’t even know what was the point in him buying a bigger bed when he cuddles up to you at night so close, you both use a mere 25% of the spacious bed. Lately however, he’d come home late at night when you’re already asleep and fall into slumber as far away from your body as possible. 

An exasperated groan follows by heavy footsteps yank you out of your reverie of happier time. He was searching for something and for the sake of your peaceful sleep tonight, you hope he finds it soon. Sure enough, a mere second later, the bedroom door swing open with a bang resembles much of the one earlier made by the front door. In burst Jiwon, eyebrows furrow and that sharp jawline clenches under what must be a raging storm. You wanted so bad to just run up to him as always when he gets home and envelop him in a big hug, telling him everything will be okay. Tonight, you don’t dare with the fury that’s flashing bright red on that handsome face. 

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anonymous asked:

So, uh, HC about MC who's depressed and often being told that she's useless and not worthy to be loved and she being left alone by her friends, so she pretend to be a happy-go-lucky person. So she helped RFA heal from their pain because no one ever help her before and she kind of understand how they feel. How will RFA V Saeran react if they found out about MC's real self? Sorry, if it's sensitive topic.

Hihi~! Admin Effe has already written a depressed MC [here] but I wanted to write this again specifically for your request—one I haven’t written it yet, and two, I write for my followers! (These turned into mini-fics, I’m sorryyy…) 

In all, I hope that my writing can brighten up your day, whether it’s been good or bad for you, even if only a little bit. If it’s not what you wanted, I apologize 
>-<

Warning: Angst / Fluff

–R.I.

Whispers, ancient whispers are echoing in your mind, swirling together to build a bigger, greater boulder of pain to bring you down. You can feel yourself struggling to escape them:

“She’s so annoying sometimes.” Someone who you thought was your friend had said that, not realizing you could hear their hushed tone.

“Hahah! Why would anyone ever like you?” You force a laugh, playing along.

Yet another friend walks away from you. Not physically, no, but you knew that your bond was weakening yet again. Dammit, why? What had you done wrong this time?

And then there were the unsaid whispers. Things that you knew others thought about you. Things that you knew others felt about you. Things that you knew were being said behind your back. They didn’t have to say it your face, but you could feel it. And especially…

“You don’t fit in.”

Your heart throbs in pain, letting the words sink in again… “You don’t fit in.”

Your eyes flew wide open, meeting a dark ceiling. Eyes shifting to the window, you notice that it’s early morning now. The sun had not yet risen. But you were already wide awake—you wouldn’t want to fall asleep and return to that dream, anyway. Sigh.

Your phone beeps with a message. Right. You were part of the RFA now. Today was the party.

The entire time, you’d acted all cheerful, happy-go-lucky and made yourself easy to get along with—just like you usually do with certain friends whom you trusted to an extent. But truthfully, you felt numb and empty. Well. You were depressed, after all. Not that anyone noticed. Nobody ever saw through your façade, you thought bitterly.

But today, you’d woken up from a nightmare (or rather, bad memories…) You weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep up your act today. But you had to try. You couldn’t let them find out about your real self. You just couldn’t. You’d hidden it so well, you didn’t want to ruin all your hard work, all your pretense…

…But some things just don’t go with the plan, huh.


Yoosung

(sry about your heart when reading)

He was so excited to finally meet you—he spotted you as soon as you walked through the grand doors to the party.

“MC! I’m so glad you’re finally here. Look around, this is all thanks to your hard work, gosh, I’m so proud of you and” he continued to ramble, but you could only smile half-heartedly in reply.

You didn’t really feel up to acting all happy and touched. Your smile slowly turned into a frown as you fought with yourself, thoughts mixing inside your head. You thought about how you were annoyed with him for putting this pressure on you. You weren’t as amazing as he believes you are.

But you also argued that you couldn’t let him down because, well, he actually expects something from you. It’s just a bit too much, and it really wasn’t easing the unpleasant feelings you already had from the morning. If anything, it only gave you more stress.

“…MC? Is something wrong?”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. You were trying to hold back newfound tears from the sudden build-up of stress, and his question only pressured you more. You managed to force out, “I-I just need to go to the washroom. You gotta go when you gotta go, right?” Your attempt to lift the mood failed, especially considering how you felt so miserable you could hardly even look up at him.

He tries to stop you, but you just turn around and left hurriedly, unable to keep up the act anymore. You had to go before you ruined anything—all the lies you’d built up, all the bonds you’d finally made… You couldn’t lose it all in one night. You didn’t want them to see who you really were, and normally you would be fine but today you just felt like absolute shit.

Yoosung quickly catches up with you, following you into the desolated hallway leading to the washrooms at the party hall. He grabs hold of your arm, jerking you backwards.

STOP!” you shout at him, feeling all the stress finally build up and release into that one word. Only one word, and yet it was so emotional, so powerful, he physically shuddered, taken aback.

But the words suddenly fell out like a snowball rolling downhill. Even as the words left your mouth, you found yourself regretting every goddamn syllable that your lips naturally enunciated. “JUST STOP. DAMMIT, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You’re not my knight in shining armour, you’re not a prince who will save the day. You don’t even know me, so why the hell are you acting so close with me?” Angry tears were overflowing from your eyes, and you just couldn’t hold it back anymore. Broken. You were broken.

Yoosung was stunned, but quickly got over it, his surprised expression morphing into pain. “MC… I know I’m not the most reliable person, but if there’s every anything you’re upset about, I hope that you can confide in me too… I may not be able to deliver smooth lines like Zen, or promise anything in the world for you like Jumin, or take care of all your issues like Jaehee… but I can be here for you and listen. At the very least, I want to help you carry your burdens and make it easier for you, even if only a little bit…”

His sincerity threw you off. Why was he saying this? After you’d just yelled at him like that? And he hardly even knew you. God, he must be a saint or something. Something in your heart stirred, feeling moved by his words.

You started to explain after a moment of hesitation, “I have depression. Everyone around me never seems to like me, no matter how hard I try, I can never meet their expectations… So I pretend. I pretend like I’m okay and I smile and laugh and make jokes but I’m actually really, really sad inside. Sometimes, I’m okay, but some days, like today, I just lose the will to act.”

Yoosung listened carefully, his eyes never leaving you. He waited, feeling that you had more to say.

“And… I’m really touched that you would want to help me, but… Yoosung, you don’t even know me,” you say sadly. “You don’t know the real me. You’re in love with a fake person, she doesn’t exist. You don’t know me…”

But I do know you.” The confidence in his voice made you look up at him, and he held your gaze. “The MC standing right in front of me, I know her. You take your time to give thoughtful replies, you always try to avoid hurting others, you’ve helped me move on from Rika, gently pushing me to move forward without too much force or too little pressure.”

“But-“

“Regardless if it was your real personality, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been here for me …and that’s why I’m in love with you. Even if I don’t know you, I do know what you’ve done for me. And if you’re concerned that we don’t really know each other, then it only gives me more reason to spend more time with you, so I can get to know you.”

You were speechless, the weight of his words sinking in. He really cared, and he really loved you. You could determine that much from the way he looked at you, affection laced with determination—the determination to stay by your side, even if you would attempt to push him away.

He gently pulled you in for a hug, with only a little force so you could reject him if need be. And you just melted into his warmth. Yoosung’s gentle love was just what you needed on a day like this.

His everything was screaming, I’m here for you.

Zen

You were reluctant to enter the party hall. You just weren’t sure if you’d be able to smile around everyone today. What if they didn’t like you? What if you messed up somehow?

Deciding to take a roundabout, you scaled the surroundings of the building. Maybe you would go in through a different entrance. And so you walked around the building in search of a smaller entry, where you wouldn’t have to be overwhelmed by the RFA as soon as you walked in.

The smell of smoke drifted through the air, and your eyes caught the sight of silhouette smoking a dimly lit cigarette behind the corner of the wall. Well, crap. You’d run into smoker territory.

The figure stepped out, and the moonlight helped you to faintly make out the smoker’s features. Red eyes.. white hair… wait a minute.

“Zen?” you unconsciously said aloud. Oops.

“Huh? What’s a lovely lady like you doing out here?” he said in surprise, immediately dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping the fire out. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Are you… my fan?”

You frowned at his actions. “You really shouldn’t smoke so much. It’s bad for your health! Haven’t you paid attention to anything Jaehee’s said?”

Your familiar voice paired with your words made him realize who you were.

“MC?!” he exclaimed, eyes widening a fraction. Then, he cocked his head to the side as he lowered his voice to a gentler tone, “…What’s wrong?”

Startled by the sudden question, you furrowed your eyebrows. Had he somehow been able to sense your distress? It was dark out, so he couldn’t really see your expression, and you didn’t think you’d said anything to give it away.

Instead, you laugh lightly, “And why do you ask that?”

“Well, nobody walks around a building for no reason, when they could enter it instead,” he mused, a faint smile upon his lip. “There must be something preventing you from going inside.”

You bit your lip, lowering your eyes as you processed his words. He was right.

“It’s nothing, really,” you begin, but stop yourself. Zen was an actor. He must’ve seen through a thousand professional acts already; there was no way you could trick him with your lousy, weak acting right now. Not when your memories had haunted you awake. You sigh, “I just… had a bad dream.”

“About?” he coaxed, nodding in acknowledgement.

You shifted uncomfortably. “Bad memories, I guess?”

He approaches you quietly, reaching his arm towards you and stroking your cheek. “Well, I don’t know what happened, but if you don’t want to attend the party, you don’t have to.”

You met his eyes in surprise. “But… but I’ll let everyone down! They’ve been waiting for so long, and we put in so much work…” your voice faltered as you trailed off.

“If you don’t feel good, then you don’t need to force yourself to do anything. Your top priority is yourself, not the party or any other responsibilities you have,” Zen stated firmly, his hands on both of your shoulders to hold you close.

You find yourself nodding reluctantly.

He cast you a boyish grin. “Come on.”

The two of you end up ditching the party completely. Instead of attending the RFA party, you lost yourself in the night—lost, in the wind that blew against your face as Zen drove you around on his motorcycle; lost, in the carefree moment where you didn’t have to worry about anything; lost, in a night that you would never forget.

As Zen had taught you, it was nice to just unwind instead of forcing yourself to do things.

Jaehee

(I wrote this in HC instead, sowwy!! >_<)

  • As soon as she saw you at the party, her neutral, ‘work’ expression immediately morphed into happiness.
  • “MC!” she called out to you happily, rushing over to your side. She smiles at you, “I’m glad you could make it. Come, I’ll take you to the others. They’ve been waiting to see you.”
  • Her excitement makes you feel pressured to keep up your act around them
  • You excuse yourself to the refreshments table to grab a drink, really trying to avoid them
  • Instead, you wander off to the bathroom, washing your face. But water had dripped onto your clothes.
  • Frustrated, you slam your hands against the table. (Poor table!! What did it ever do..?)
  • Jaehee had just entered at that time, and was surprised by your outburst
  • “MC… please don’t hurt yourself.”
  • She looks sad as she says that, eyeing your pinkened hands from the impact of the hit.
  • As she quickly bandages your hand, she says softly, “I care about you, so please.. don’t hurt the person I love…”

Jumin

Although he would never tell you, he’d been waiting for you to show up at the party since he arrived. In fact, he’d arrived early in case he could catch you, and he’s been eyeing the entrance ever since.

So when Seven exclaimed, “Oooh! MC’s finally here~!” Jumin had been the first one to greet you, walking off swiftly, a determined expression on his face.

“Good evening, MC,” he said stiffly despite masking a smooth voice. “I’m glad to see you’ve arrived safely. Thank you for… hmm?”

He pauses in the middle of his sentence as he notices how you’re not listening to him.

You were lost in your own thoughts, a mess of wondering how to react, what to say, and if you were looking as happy-go-lucky as you appeared in the chatroom. An unfocused smile was forced upon your face, to which was eventually dropped as you realized how the buzzing noise (oh my, Jumin, you’ve been degraded to a buzzing noise, Zen snickers) had suddenly stopped.

“Are you not feeling well?” Jumin asks you concernedly. “I could call a do-“

“No!” you exclaim. “No, it’s not that. I’m okay,” you reassure him.

Although you had told him that, he couldn’t help but worry about you. So for the rest of the party, he followed you around, observing your expression, action and movement. No matter how thick-headed he was, it didn’t stop him from detecting your sadness. (After all, he paid special attention to you!)

After the party, he approached you again, offering you a glass of wine to symbolize a celebration of your success. No words are needed to communicate, as he watches you down the glass. You were frustrated. You’d managed to hold off your irritation and sadness throughout the party, but you really couldn’t handle any more.

You decide to leave early so you could avoid interaction with the other RFA members, but Jumin follows you outside, offering you a ride home. “Please, let me escort you,” he says softly.

You stare at him questioningly. You could go home just fine.

“You know, hm, how do I put this,” he stumbles across his words. “When I’m sad, I have Elizabeth the 3rd with me… or I drink with a friend.”

…?

“So if you’re not feeling well, I could accompany you,” he finishes.

Ohh.

What a roundabout way of offering to stay by your side.

And so you spend the rest of the night with him, quiet as you drown in his comfort.

Seven

You were dropped off at the parking lot of the party, and you sighed as you got out of the car. A red car beeped in the distance, and you naturally directed your sight to it.

A familiar man was leaning against the car, fingers tapping away on his phone. In an instant, your own phone buzzed in your pocket, and you smiled slightly at the notification.

Bringing your eyes back up, you called out, “Se-!”

He had already found his way to you. He’s insanely fast, wow. You were a bit awed by his sudden appearance, but quickly forced a smile at him.

He returned a cheeky grin, but it fell from his face when he noticed how your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “Is MC saaad~?” he pouted, poking both your cheeks at the same time.

You struggled to respond in a fun way as he had, but you found that you couldn’t even reply. It was hard to put your feelings into words right now. You just.. didn’t feel happy, to say the least.

Noticing the atmosphere, Seven dropped his act, a serious expression in his eyes as he analyzed your features. He’d already noticed how your tired tone, as well as how your eyes seemed dull today.

Instead of commenting, grabbed your hand, eyeing you for resistance. You didn’t really care, and let him. Quietly, you followed him.

Both of you were usually cheerful and childish in the chatrooms, and you’d gotten along really well, but you had also noticed how he was probably the same as you—faking his personality. That’s also why you felt so attracted to him. Because you knew that there was more to him than who he showed in the chatroom.

He took you in the RFA party building through a staff entrance, leading you up the stairs. You did feel a bit curious, looking around the fancy hallways as you passed them. The stairs were curved in a spiral, and you quite appreciated how it looked, although it wasn’t as convenient to walk on.

He took you to a large room, where you could see everyone down at the party. “If you don’t feel like attending, you can come here to watch how it’s going, at least. Take a look at what you’ve accomplished. You gathered so many guests through your own efforts, and you’ve made the party a huge success. You’re an inspiration, you know that, right?” he looks at you with a gentle smile, different from his usual goofy attitude.

But that quickly changed as he let out a fart.

“Awh, dammit! You have no idea how hard I was trying to hold it in!!”

V

You nervously eye the guests making their way around the party. Everyone seemed to be busy talking and you had no idea what the hell they were talking about.

A hand touches your shoulder, and you jump slightly, startled. You prepare a kind smile as you turn around, and find yourself looking at a familiar bluehead.

“…V? Is that you?” you ask in surprise.

“You’re MC, right?” he beams at you.

You could’ve sworn he was blind or something. How did he recognize you without having met you before?

As if he heard your thoughts, he explained, ”I’ve been getting eye treatment, thanks to Jumin. Well, he kind of forced me, haha. I’m slowly starting to regain my vision.”

You nod in understanding. That made sense.

Suddenly, he furrowed his eyebrows, a frown curling upon his lips. “Excuse me for being insensitive in asking this but… would you be alright with telling me what’s on your mind? You seem to be really down right now…”

You’re shocked that he can tell, even though you had made sure not to show any signs of it. How had he detected it immediately? Rather than covering up for it, you ask, “How did you know?”

His eyes sadden as you confirm his worries. “Well, I’ve always been sensitive to others’ feelings, but after becoming blind, I’ve become even more sensitive… Not to mention, my… my ex had depression, and the vibes you’re giving off are really similar…”

“I see,” you murmur, feeling awkward discussing about his ex.

“If you ever need someone, remember that you can talk to me, okay?” he says, making eye contact with you to catch your reaction.

You nod with a faint smile, half forced but half sincere. “Thank you. Not all days are good for me, and today was just one of them… But I know I’m not alone.”

Saeran

You’d been on your way to the party, slightly dragging your feet in dread, when you were suddenly blindfolded and pulled into a van. What the fu-

“Good evening,” a creepy voice whispered in your ear.

Normally, you would have been freaked out, but today, your depression was acting up. You hadn’t really been looking forward to the party today anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal to you. In fact, you had sincerely dreaded going. And yeah, you’d just been kidnapped but god, you just felt so damn irritated right now.

“Take the blindfold off,” you growl.

“Hm. A feisty one, it seems? But, as you wish. I’m not here to attack you anyway,” the voice spoke again, before removing the blindfold from your eyes.

You glare at him with hate, anger and sadness. It wasn’t like you meant to direct all your bad feelings at him, but you couldn’t help it. There was no one else to take it out on.

But other than that, you stared out the window silently instead, with crossed arms. An awkward silence eventually overtook the atmosphere, and Saeran frowns, your negativity rubbing onto him. You were clearly depressed and frustrated. Secretly, he sympathized with you.

“Hrmmm…” he stares at you, then suddenly pulls the car to a stop. “Wait here,” he orders as he leaves the car.

Although you could’ve used the chance to escape, you didn’t. In a few minutes, he returned with drinks in his hand. “Here. For you,” he mutters, thrusting the drink at you.

He continues to drive, as you stare with wide eyes. This was… an odd situation. Why was he being so, well, nice?

Feeling your surprised stare, he casts an irritated glare at you. “I’m not heartless, you know,” he mumbles. “I can tell you’re upset. I’m not going to be an asshole right now. (Maybe later, but not now.)”

Eventually, you pull up to an open field. What an odd place to bring you to, you thought. Was there a secret base underground or something?

Saeran opens your door, and holds out a hand to help you out. What the- this was feeling more like a date than being kidnapped.

“We’ll stop by here first,” he said. “Just to let you, uhm, freshen up… or something.”

His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. He clearly wasn’t used to cheering people up, but you found it kind of cute.

The two of you sat at the trunk of the van, staring up at the starry sky, relaxing in the cool night air.

By the end of the night, Seven would arrive and take you back, but that could wait until tomorrow. For now, you enjoyed your time with the odd, somewhat cute kidnapper.


Some things don’t go with the plan… but sometimes, it isn’t all that bad. You hadn’t planned on letting anyone discover your true self behind the happy-go-lucky act, or your true feelings… but in exchange, you’d gained a friend instead: someone who would stay by your side and fight your battles with you, even when you pushed them away. 

And although it wouldn’t take away your depression, nor would it make everything better for you… it was enough to make you smile for now. And now is all that matters.

3 Billion Dollars - G Dragon Mafia!AU [Part 5]

Originally posted by big-bang-bitches

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t go exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: Maybe fluff, most likely angsty

Warnings: Death, swearing, mentions of kidnapping I think

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}

A/N: Sorry for not being able to post anything lately, we had lost power due to 60 mph winds. I hope you like it! This one is a long one. Also, update on the Playlist Scenarios; Tumblr Girls will be posted tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to finish it by today. Sorry again for the delay and I hope you enjoy! 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Ji Yong knew you saw those girls. He knows that you’ve seen worse, but the feeling of anger and annoyance showed up when he thought of it. He tried protecting you for so long. He didn’t know how you would handle it. He still doesn’t know how you’re currently handling it. You were really quiet in the car, which wasn’t exactly unexpected, but he did expect for you to cry way more than you did. He was worried about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

He looked down at the bodies on the ground. Blood slowly dripping out of the hole in their heads. There were four of them. Two topless hookers and two idiot men. They knew that someone important was coming. Everyone knew to be on their best behavior, but nope they decided to ruin not only their name but Ji Yong’s image on you.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Trust me.” Seunghyun said, knowing what’s bothering him. Ji Yong shrugged, thinking of your face as he killed your brother. The pure shock and pain that filled your eyes. It was hard for him, but it’s not like he hasn’t killed before. “I know. She’ll have to move on sooner or later.”

“Ji Yong, come here for a second.” Mr. Kwon said. Ji Yong nodded and walked towards his father. Mr. Kwon was talking to three guys at the time. All of which looked like they had been through the worst things you could imagine. They were covered in sweat and dirt, and one of them was bleeding. Mr. Kwon didn’t seem too happy with what they said, despite the smile he gave them. “Yes, dad?”

“Now boys, please repeat to my son what you just said to me.” The boys stood in fear, nodding their heads at uneven, fast speeds. One of the boys went to open their mouths, only to have a hand clamp their mouth shut. Someone else spoke up. “They got away sir.”

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Old friends (1/?)

This is my first time writing so I’m sorry if this is terrible! I’d really like any feedback or help ! 

summary:  y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Warnings : swearing, ( that’s it for now )

Pairing: none yet ;)  Sam Wilson x reader (Platonic)

( things in bold are readers thoughts)

    Its been almost 2 years since you’ve seen Sam Wilson, 3 years since you moved to NewYork  from the small town you grew up in . Sam was the first person to treat you kindly, and you became very close over the years . From Netflix marathons to being his wingwoman at bars, to comforting him when he has nightmares from his time as paratrooper, he became your bestfriend. But since he became an avenger apparently he cant be bothered with visiting anymore. You saw him a couple times between the events of D.C and Sokovia but after that it was radio silence from him. You can’t be that mad though, you know about what happened between the avengers that split them up , and even sent Sam to jail. But that’s over with now, they are all back together somehow, who knows how that worked out.  Even though its been so long , Sam still has a lease with his apartment next to yours. So that means he has been getting a shit ton of mail, whether its important or his weird music & movie magazines . You have at least 7 bags worth of his mail sitting on the counter in your kitchen, and you’ve finally had enough.  “ I cant keep staring at this shit.” You grab all the bags , your purse and your keys and make your way out to your car. Looking at your phone , you see you’ve got an hour before your shift at the hospital. You start making your way to Stark tower, hoping Sam is there so you can yell at him .“ Just because he’s a stupid superhero saving the stupid fucking world doesn’t give him an excuse to not come see me or even fucking call me.”

15 minutes later you pull up to the curb in front of the tower, grabbing all the bags you make your way through the doors to the front desk.

   “ Hello, how can I help you Miss?” says the girl behind the desk . She was young, maybe early 20’s, short blonde hair and green  eyes . Sam had totally hit on her . Poor girl .

    “Hi , I was wondering if Sam Wilson is available, I’m an old friend and I have some of his things here ” you lifted the bags to show her and she just rolled her eyes at you.

   “ Ofcourse you are , listen Miss I get you are a fan, but Mr. Wilson is a hero, he has more important things to do that entertain a fan right now.” Oh hell no, not today bitch .

   “ Listen ,” you look at her name badge, “ Melissa, call Sam down here and Tell him y/n is here . I’m really not in the mood to be late to work today , and frankly I’m not in the mood to deal with someone like you either. So do us both a favor and just call him .“  She looked at you and hit a little green button on the desk infront of her,

   ” Security, I’m going to need you down here .“ Are you kidding me. ” And bring down Mr.Wilson with you . “ She looked up to make eye contact with you, ” Might as well let Sam watch his crazy fan get escorted out , maybe itll make his day .“ she had a little smirk on her face. Oh just wait, jokes on you idiot. You shoot a playful smirk right back.  20 seconds later, two very, very muscular security guards walk up on both sides of you . You look between the 2 and back at Melissa.

 ” Ma'am you are going to have to leave.“  You don’t see Sam anywhere so you sigh and grab the bags of mail and start to walk out. You hear the ping of the elevator that is behind Melissa.

” You called me down here sweetheart? “ SAM.

  You heard her giggle and felt your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.

 "You had a crazy fan in here for you , I figured you would enjoy watching her get escorted out .”

   You whipped around and saw him leaning on the desk, he look up at you for a second and looked back at Melissa, but did a double take and his mouth dropped open.

“ Yeah Sammy, you enjoying this ? ” you winked and smiled at him .

“ Y/n/n !" 

 You felt your smile get bigger when you saw how wide and genuine Sam’s smile was. He ran over to you and you dropped the million bags of mail to throw yourself in his arms. You didn’t realize how much you actually missed him .  To you , Sam Wilson was your comfort , your home. After leaving your family and friends to come to New York, he filled all the missing spots for you. He was your family, and he was your friend.  But you still have a right to be mad,  You’re mad y/n, don’t forget that. At that thought, you pushed off of Sam and punched him in the shoulder.

 " Ow what the hell y/n ! Why are you so strong now !? and what’s with all the bags?” he rubbed at his arm and glared at you .

    “ You actually know her?! ” Melissa spoke and stared at you and Sam.  ahahah kiss my ass bitch

    Sam laughed and looked at you , “ why didn’t you just tell Melissa you knew me?” Oh sweet sweet Sam. So naïve .

    “ well Sammy, you see I did, and your friend over here so kindly told me to pretty much fuck off and went ahead and called jackup tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum to show me the exit .  And these millions of bags are full of all your mail that has been sitting my apartment since you apparently forgot you had a life before you threw those damn wings on. "  Your voice was raised slightly, and you could feel your heart starting to race . Sam was just staring at you with wide eyes, actually they all were, the guards and the desk snob.

” y/n , im sorry i didnt even think ..“

 " Yeah i figured you didnt. Sammy. ” You dropped the bags at his feet and started to make your way to the doors .You can feel your eyes start to water , but you try to push them back. Dont cry, dont cry.

    ” y/n wait !  “ You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, you turned and looked Sam in the eyes, and you could feel a few stray tears slip down your cheeks. 

“ I’m done waiting Sam. I don’t know what the hell your issue is, but last time I checked friends don’t abandon each other. All I needed was a damn call and you couldn’t pull your head out of your birdy ass to fucking make it ! ” by now the tears were gone and you were pissed. Sam looked terrified, did he forget how you were when you were mad ? All the night you were pissed about work, or your family when he had to calm you down or let you go a round with his punching bag?

 

Sam opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off before he could.“ Is there a problem out here Sam?” You peered around Sam to see a muscular tall blonde man, and an equally muscular man with shoulder length brown hair and a metal arm peeking out of his tshirt.

  a metal arm? OH SHIT . 

You were staring at Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. and they were staring right back.  ” No, there’s no problem Steve. Just talking with a friend.“ Sam sounded calm, but you have the feeling he doesn’t want either of them to hear this argument for some reason. ” Really bird boy? because it sounds like you friend was about to hand your ass to you. Weren’t ya doll? “ Barnes smiled at you and you could tell he was trying not to laugh. But you didn’t hold it in,  you laughed and nodded .

Damn.  I just.. damn . How are they so attractive.  

 ” Back off Barnes before I stick you back in the freezer. “ you saw Bucky roll his  eyes and Steve just looked annoyed.

 ” Hello ma'am , I’m Steve Rogers, and this is Bucky Barnes.“ Steve stepped forward and put his hand out.

   ” Hi Captain Rogers, I’m y/n. Its great to meet you  . “You shook his hand, when you let go you looked over to Bucky and nodded you head. He smiled back at you and you heard Sam Huff.

  ” y/n why don’t you just come inside so we can talk .“ Sam gave you his famous puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. You melted a little bit.

Before you could answer Bucky beat you to it.” What the hell is  that face Wilson? Maybe that’s why girls never come up with you “ You couldn’t hold back you laugh and ended up snorting in the process.

All 3 men looked at you and smiled. You feel the blush creep on your cheeks, and look down. ” oh God that was so unattractive" you mentally face palm yourself.

“ I think the exact opposite Doll.” You look up and see Bucky smirking at you, and Sam just kinda looks like he’s going to barf.   “ Can you control yourself grandpa, y/n isn’t interested in old men. What do you say y/n, lets go in and talk maybe ill even make you some hot chocolate.” Sam winked at you ,  Damn he knows how much I love hot chocolate.

 You look down to your phone and see the time. 10 minutes until you have to be at work.  " Sorry Sammy, I have to be at the hospital in 10! “ You started backing away towards your car .” It was nice meeting you guys !“ you waved to Steve and Bucky. Before you could process what you were doing  you called over to bucky,” And Bucky, I’m very interested in older men, especially soldiers “ You winked and got in your car.  You heard Sam yell ” OH HELL NO" and started laughing. you looked in the mirror as you pulled away from the tower and saw Bucky just standing there smiling while Sam stomped around .

  I cant believe I actally said that. what the hell is wrong with me, he probably thinks I’m insane

You pull into the hospital 2 minutes late, and start your 14 hour shift. All you can think about is Sam . You wish you could of stayed , but it wasn’t worth losing your job over. Your boss is not a nice man, and you cant give him any reason to get rid of you . Maybe one day you’ll go back and talk things out with Sam, maybe things could be normal again.   You go through work with no problems,  nothing interesting today . You made it home and by the time you made it to your door you were exhausted.

  I would do anything just to be in bed already . 

When you walked in you dropped your purse on the counter and went to grab water bottle before you make it to your bed. When you go to open the fridge you notice a paper that wasn’t there this morning.  You rip it out from under the magnet,

      Y/n/n ,Bet you’re shocked I still have a key ;) , I know you’re mad, and I don’t blame you.I don’t know you schedule anymore, but I’m at the tower for the rest of the week. Come by and hear me out. 

 love, Sammy.

P.s. Since when did you learn how to flirt, I’m proud . I’ve never seen Barnes turn so red. Good job, but just don’t ever do that infront of me again. Or with him. ever.  

 He’s there until the end of the week, its already Friday. 2 days, 2 days to maybe have a chance back at normal . do it !You put the note on the counter by your purse and head towards your room. 

Nap , shower, then Go see Sam.  Don’t lose your bestfriend again y/n.

Saying Goodbye

Originally posted by jaredpadaleckis

Pairing: Jensen x Daneel, JJ x sister!Reader, Hayley (OC)
Word count: 1,336

Part 10 of Letters From the Dead


You slept all through the night, which surprised even you. As you slowly sat up, you groaned. Your head ached, you were still in your bathing suit, and Hayley was leaving that day. “Ow.” You muttered, stretching your sore muscles. From the way it felt, you didn’t move much last night. Thankfully, someone left you your painkillers and a bottle of water. The package said to take two, but you opted for just one. If you needed one in a bit, you’d take the second.

Getting up, you pulled off your bikini and saw the clock from the corner of your eye. 4:38. Great, you were up before dawn. Your bathing suit was tossed into the hamper before you went to your dresser for underwear and a shirt.

As slowly as you could, you pulled the shirt over your head, making note to not wear your hair up for awhile. You didn’t want to risk waking anyone, so you grabbed your laptop and turned it on. As it booted everything up, your phone lit up on your night stand. Grabbing it, you raised an eyebrow when you saw Miles’ nickname.

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Imagine Chris being worried about you.

A/N: Part 2, yay! Not much to say here, just building things up for y'all. 😏 You can read the previous parts here - (Mini Series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off - ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’; ‘Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away: Part 1’) Enjoy. X

“Bet you thought I was going to answer the phone. Well, I’m not because I’m busy so-”

Chris hung up before your voicemail could finish talking, sighing because it was the seventh time he’d gotten your voicemail in three days. He was starting to get worried because he hadn’t spoken with you since Sunday, which was when he’d questioned if you were really okay and you’d lied to his face. The two of you agreed to have a proper conversation after that one, but it was yet to happen. Every time he called, you’d watch it ring and let it go to voicemail then text him back with an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer: “I’m in class.”, “I’m on my way to work.”, “I’m in the library.”, “Dodger and I are going for a walk.”, “Ava and I are on our way to a movie.”, “I have to call my mom.”, “I’m going grocery shopping.” Out of the seven times, you’d only told the truth twice about why you had to miss his call.

Now Chris didn’t know if he was really that unlucky and you were really that busy, or if you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t have to deal. You knew him, as well as he knew you, so you got what he meant when he said “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?” The last thing you needed was a worried boyfriend- something Chris would’ve become if he’d confronted you and you’d broke down crying- so you decided it was better if you avoided him for a while. In your mind, it was a good idea because yes, he’d be worried, but he’d be less worried than if he knew the truth about your struggles. You knew he had enough on his plate with a project as big as Infinity War and that he didn’t need you to be on it too.

In your mind, you were being a thoughtful girlfriend; in Chris’, however, you weren’t. And though Ava knew how things would end if you didn’t reconsider your bad idea, she said nothing because since she spilled the beans to Chris- you’d politely asked her to stay out of your relationship. She agreed, of course, because as your best friend she’d always respect your decision- even if it was “a fucking stupid one.” That comment was unsaid because she knew you didn’t need a fight with her when a fight with Chris was obviously on its way. All of this, everything that was happening right now was the calm before the storm. Eventually Chris would get ahold of you and everything you thought you could avoid would come crashing down onto you.

“Bet you thought I was going to-”

“God dammit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he slammed his phone onto the table; Sebastian looked up with a raised brow. “Sorry,” Chris muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I just-” he huffed, “I’m trying to get ahold of Y/N and she won’t pick up and I’m kind of freaking out. She’s clearly going through something, but she won’t talk to me about it. And I don’t- What the fuck is going through her mind?” Sebastian pursed his lips at Chris’ obvious frustration. “Does she think this is a good idea- to just avoid my calls like my worries are just going to disappear?”

“I think it’s a good idea to breathe, maybe?” Sebastian suggested and Chris took a slow, deep breath. “Okay, now that you have some oxygen in your lungs,” Sebastian teased then chuckled when Chris shot him a weary look. “Just relax, man. I’m sure everything’s fine and you’re just overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting, she-”

“That sounds like something someone who’s overreacting would say,” Sebastian cut him off with pursed lips and Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled. “She’s a university student, what do you expect? Do you remember your university experience? 'Cause I do. Things get busy and chaotic and overwhelming, but it’s nothing that we couldn’t handle. So stop worrying so much, Y/N is a capable girl. If she’s not telling you things, maybe it’s because she can handle it.” Chris huffed and Sebastian sighed, “I know you feel like you have to protect her 'cause she’s younger than you, but maybe you’re being a little overbearing?”

Chris had nothing to say because Sebastian made some pretty solid points. Like you, he had a best friend to knock some sense into him, buff tense situations, and talk him out of some dumb decisions. Perhaps Sebastian was right, perhaps he was being a little overbearing. But he couldn’t help it, you were important to him and he knew you weren’t the kind of person who talked about things unless he pressed. That was one of the differences he’d found between you and your second person protagonist, you were more concern with how he saw you which meant you’d lie to him if you had to. He realized that the two of you really needed to discuss that before it became a bigger problem than it already was, and he knew it would because honesty and communication were two of the most important factors in a successful relationship. Clearly those were the areas the two of you lacked in considering everything that’d happened between the two of you.

“I’m sure she’ll talk to you when she’s ready,” Sebastian consoled. “Until then- I don’t think you should push her. I don’t know her as well as you, but I feel like she’s one of those girls who- y'know, the-more-you-push-the-further-she’ll-run? She seems like the type, and it’s not a bad type- it’s just tricky.” Chris sighed and nodded in agreement. “But she obviously cares about you, so don’t give up on her. After all, you don’t know what her reasons are. Maybe she doesn’t want you to worry and that’s why she’s not telling you anything.”

“I’m not going to give up on her.” Chris wasn’t sure about a lot, but he was sure about that. “She’s a puzzle, that one, but she’s one of those puzzles that when you figure it out and finish it-” he smiled when he thought about you, “it’s going to be beautiful and incredibly satisfying.” Sebastian found himself smiling at Chris’ smile; he was very happy for him friend, that was for sure. “And I know for a fact that she’s not telling me anything because she doesn’t want me to worry, that’s exactly the kind of person she is. But,” he sighed with a small smile, “that’s one of the many reason I love her. What?” Chris chuckled when he heard Sebastian chuckle.

“Nothing,” Sebastian shook his head. “I’m just- Y/N is the first girlfriend you’ve spoken so openly about.” Chris narrowed his eyes, but his smile remained on his lips because his friend was right. “You’ve never talked about any of your other girlfriends before- well, not when the relationship was still so new. But with Y/N? I mean- you keep photos of her in your trailer, you introduce us over FaceTime, you talk about her all the time and it is- This is a new side to you that we all love,” Sebastian admitted and Chris’ smile widened.

“Yeah, well-” Chris’ smile reached his eyes when he thought about the future he was planning to have with you. “She’s different.” Sebastian nodded, because obviously you were. “I know I can spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to. I really, really want to,” he admitted with a soft chuckle and Sebastian smiled. “I um- I just want her to live her life first, before she settles down with me. I don’t want her to miss out on anything, y'know?”

“That’s sweet,” Sebastian nodded. “I like her with you, I think we all do. She’s…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word then settled on what Chris used earlier, “different. But it’s the kind of different you want to welcome into your life.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, I think you knocked it out of the park with Y/N. I haven’t met her in real life, but- I’m fairly confident about what I just said.”

“Me too,” Chris nodded with a smile.

“So try and remember what I said earlier, so you don’t do anything dumb to lose her,” Sebastian reminded him and they both chuckled. “'Cause man, Chris, you’d be a world class idiot to lose a girl as amazing as Y/N, who’s obviously perfect for you.”

“Believe me, I know,” Chris chuckled as his mind flitted back to the conversations he’d had with Ava, your mom and dad, your older brother, his mom, Scott, Carly, Shanna- literally his whole family, Kevin, Scarlett, Robert, both Chrises- basically everyone and anyone he’d spoken to about you. He didn’t need more people to tell him what he already knew; you were special and he wasn’t going to let you go. “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

“Yet I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“Yeah, me too,” Chris chuckled.

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Part 3

Your Favourite Shitty Student

| Warnings: Smut, teacher kink, and daddy kink. |

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“Fuck.”

She sighed as she sat up from the grass and stretched her back. She was sitting behind her school, why? Because she wanted to piss off her favourite teacher.

She decided she had held out long enough to promptly annoy him, and decided to head to History, the class he taught.

She inhaled before opening the door to his classroom, she was 27 minutes late, but she didn’t care, she wanted all the attention from her teacher that she could get. And the best way to get attention from a teacher, was to be a shit student.

Turning the knob, she walked in, and all eyes landed on her, except the teachers, he didn’t even need to turn around to see who it was.

“Miss [Y/L/N], see me after class.” He said in a tired voice, clearly irritated by her actions, but she just grinned.

“Yes, sir.” She took her seat towards the front of the class and the teacher continued his lesson, though, she wasn’t paying attention.

She was too busy admiring the way his white button down shirt and black jeans fit his lanky body, and how his chocolate brown eyes followed the words he scribbled onto the blackboard. How his large hands gripped the chalk he was holding, how his brown hair swept to the side. This teacher was unlike her others; he was young, laid back, and extremely attractive. Everything about her teacher drove her insane. She bit her lip to hide a smile as she thought of all the ways his hands could hold various parts of her, and how soft his pink lips would feel on hers.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and while the other students gathered their things to go home, she sat still, wondering if her teacher would address her and tell her off or if this would be another silent detention like the last three, leaving her to her thoughts, her filthy thoughts.

As soon as all the students left the classroom, the teacher sat back down at his desk, and began scribbling something onto some papers, he was grading them, or so she assumed.

10 minutes passed and he still hadn’t said anything, but unknown to him, he was driving her wild.

Every once and awhile, he’d mess with his hair, ruffling it, making it stick up in spots. Or he’d crack his knuckles, the sound echoing through the near empty room. And most importantly, he’d loosened his black tie and undone a few buttons on his shirt.

This fucker was killing her softly, so she decided to be bold, unusually bold. She stood up from her desk, and walked over to her teacher, leaned down, and laid her hands upon the top of the desk.

He didn’t look up from what he was doing, he just continued to look down through his glasses at the work he was doing. She spoke up in the most sensual voice she could muster. “Guess what, Mr. Howell.”

He raised an eyebrow, still not looking up at her. “What is it, Miss [Y/L/N]?”

She leaned down even further, hoping to force him to look at her.

“I’m not wearing any knickers.”

She smirked to herself, quite proud she had managed to state that without stuttering or turning red. Mr. Howell, however, was not phased by this. At least, not to her.

‘What a dirty student I have.’ He thought as he shifted in his seat.

She wouldn’t give up though, she’d sat through his tortures for too long, and he was going to learn what she thought of him.

She walked around his desk, behind his chair, and wrapped her arms around his torso, straightening him in his seat and resting her chin on his shoulder. “You fucker, don’t you realise what you do to me?” She whispered in his ear.

He removed her hands from his body and swiftly got up from his chair. And suddenly she realised how tall he actually was. He stood at over a foot taller than her.

“Miss [Y/L/N], I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. But I am your teacher, and you don’t need to talk to me this way.” He spoke, but he didn’t sound angry, he sounded somewhat disappointed. However, she wasn’t about it stop anytime soon. She grabbed his tie, and pulled him down so she could look into his eyes. “Shh, Mr. Howell. I want this, I want you. I don’t fucking care if you’re my teacher. I need you.” She emphasised the last three words by whining slightly, brushing her lips against his.

“I don’t want to get arrested.” He said quietly, guiltily enjoying her attention. She smirked, “You won’t, if we’re careful enough.” She pressed her lips against his, and he kissed back, placing his large hands upon her hips. She let go of his tie and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pulled away from the kiss and whispered into his ear, “Sit back down.” As she walked over to the classroom door, locking it and rolling down the blinds.

She walked back over to him, and straddled his lap, slowly grinding her bare core against his clothed crotch, causing the area below her to get harder. “I wish you knew what you did to me.” She whispered into his ear as she kissed down his neck. “I wish you knew how I touch myself at night, thinking about how our bodies would fit together-” She kissed his collarbone. “-or how you sound when you’re pleasured-” She unbuttoned his shirt and yanked off his tie. “-or how you’d feel inside of me.”

He gulped slightly, shifting underneath her as she felt his member twitch uncomfortably through his jeans. She just laughed, and crawled off of his lap, fiddling with his belt buckle. She slid down his jeans and underwear in one pull. She got on her knees in front of him, and took his member in her hands, pumping it slowly.

“You know, Mr. Howell, you’re a hell of a lot bigger than I ever imagined you’d be.” She smiled and kissed the tip of his member, causing him to moan softly.

Slowly, she took his length in her mouth, his member hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, as his hand found its way to her hair, gripping it tightly.

Leaning his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes and moaned out occasionally. She started going faster, and his moans became more frequent and louder.

“Fuck,” he stuttered out. “I can’t last much longer.” She smirked and bobbed her head faster, him coming unglued under her.

He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all. She smiled fondly at her teacher, and sat back down on his lap, rubbing his chest softly.

“You taste good, daddy.” She said as she kissed his lips softly. A faint blush upon each of their faces. As one hand cupped her cheek and the other laid upon her thigh, rubbing it as softly as she was rubbing his chest. They shared a slow, passionate kiss.

But then, the class phone rang, startling both of them and breaking them apart, a line of saliva connecting their pink lips. She broke the string of saliva while he reached for the phone, clearing his throat before answering it.

“Hello? Yes, she’s here.” He looked up at her and mouthed 'It’s your mum.’ She nodded, laying her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them softly, his hand still on her thigh as he listened to her mum on the other end of the line.

“Yes, I had her stay after class for being tardy, yes, she has detention for a week, yes, I’ll send her home now. Okay, bye.” He leaned back up and hung up the phone, looking at her fondly. “Sorry for giving you detention.” He smiled.

She just laughed. “It’s fine, as long as I’m the only person stuck with you.” He nodded. “Oh trust me, you will be.”

She got up from his lap, and they both stood. He pulled his trousers back up and she began fixing his shirt and tie. He smoothed out her hair and kissed her forehead softly.

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” He smirked as he rested his forehead upon hers, playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Yeah I know, but I’m your naughty girl.” She kissed him, and walked to her desk to pick up her bag. Walking to the door, she turned around and looked at him.

“Oh, and Mr. Howell?”

“Yes, [Y/N]?”

“Open my desk when I leave.” She waved at him and left the room.

He stood by the door, watching her walk down the hallway and out the front doors. He walked over to her desk and saw a piece of paper, sprayed with her favourite perfume, and neatly folded with “Mr. Howell” written on it.

He unfolded the paper and grinned to himself when he read it.

“Here’s my number, call me tonight, and by the way, Mr. Howell? I love when you wear your glasses, even though we both know you don’t need them.

- Love, [Y/N], your favourite shitty student.” 

The Grayson Dolan Special (G.D)

Summary: You and your friends are going to a 4OU show. You decide to go get your hair done, and you end up getting more then just highlights. ;)

A/N: This is for @cassmoreiraxo. She had a dream about getting her hair done by Mrs. Dolan, so hopefully I did it justice! Hope you like it babe 😘
(Also the prices I used in this are actually real. Mrs. Dolan does charge $120 for a women’s cut… Guys I’m not kidding…)

Word Count: 4290 (I know its a lot. I had no self control I’m sorry!) 

Warnings: Some cursing.

Originally posted by teenvogue

After a whole 3 months of saving up my tip money from work, I was finally here in Morristown, New Jersey, with my friends Angie, Aisha, Miranda, and Maddi. We were all going to see the Dolan Twins tonight at their first show in Freehold, New Jersey. I woke up in our hotel room super excited, because tonight was the night of the show. I heard light snores coming from Maddi who was laying next to me in our shared bed. I looked around the room, and all the girls were still sleeping. I chuckled lightly to myself remembering how we were all up late last night helping Miranda come up with ideas for her imagines, and talking bout how excited we were to meet the boys. I didn’t realize how early it was until I checked my phone. It was only 7 in the morning, and here I am wide awake. I knew there was no point in going back to sleep because I was already up, so I decided to go take a shower. 

 I got out of the shower, grabbed a clean towel off the rack and wrapped up my hair. I dried myself off, and started putting on my clothes. I kept my outfit simple, because I wasn’t going to be dressing up till later tonight for the show. I put on my Adidas sweats, and a plain white crop top. I removed the towel from my hair, and began to blow dry my hair until it was completely dry. I starred at my reflection in the mirror and I was really annoyed with the way my hair was looking. It looked so dry and lifeless. I was clearly in need of a touch up because my roots were starting to grow out. Not to mention my split ends, and faded out highlights. I cursed myself thinking about how I should’ve just did my hair like the girls told me too, back home before we all left for this trip. I didn’t want to go anywhere with my hair looking like this. I do hair for a living, how does that look when a hair dresser can’t even keep up with her own hair? I pulled out my phone, and started googling some hair salons around the area. I’m really picky about who does my hair, since I usually do my own. I scrolled pass a few salons but none of them seem to catch my eye, until my thumb landed on a salon called Bloom. I saw that it had a 5 star rating, so I immediately  clicked on the website. I was scrolling through the website and the pictures of all the hairstyles, and hair cuts looked amazing. I quickly noticed the prices and started to cringe a little bit. A women’s hair cut was about $120, and to touch up my roots where close to $97. In total of everything that I wanted done it would all come out to almost $400! “WHAT THE ACTUAL F….” I started to yelled, but I cut myself off remembering that my friends were still asleep. I popped my head out of the bathroom door to make sure I didn’t wake anyone.

 "What the hell are you doing? It’s like 8:30 in the morning?” Angie asked which startled me a little. She gave me a questioning look. “I think I’m going to go get my hair done. It looks pretty gross. Want to come with me?” I asked hoping that she would, I didn’t wanna go alone especially in a new place I’ve never even been too before. “It’s 8:30 in the morning and you want to go get your hair done? Yeah have fun, I’m going to sleep. Wake us up when you come back.” She said as pulled the covers over her head. “But I-” I tried to speak, but Angie cut me off with her fake snores. I rolled my eyes, and went to grab my Adidas Superstars and quickly slipped them on. I grabbed my purse, my phone charger, the keys to our rental car, and the room key, before leaving the hotel room. I walked down to the lobby, and out into the parking lot to our car that we rented for the weekend. I got in the car, and pulled the address of the salon up on my phone. The salon was only 15 minutes away, so hopefully by the time I get there they’ll already be open. 

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 I pull up to the salon and I was surprised by how big it looked. The building was painted a nice cool tone gray, with huge windows, making the building look very modern. The open sign was lit up, signaling that they were open. I got out of the car, and started making my way inside the salon. I stepped inside, and my jaw dropped. It was beautiful! The outside was big, but the inside was even bigger! The walls of the lobby area were covered in a rustic yellow paint, making it match the gray wooden furniture. The hair stations had black and gray painted walls, with gold chairs, and a huge vanity mirror at every station. I stood there in awe, taking in everything. I’ve never seen a hair salon so beautiful. “Good morning, can I help you? the receptionist asked, which caught me off guard. “Uh yes.” “I was wondering if I could possibly get my roots touched up, my highlights redone, and maybe a trim?” I asked as I was looking at the pictures of hair models on the wall. “Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked looking back down at her appointment book. “No, I actually found you guys online, and decided to stop by because my hair could really use some help.” I said messing up my hair, causing the receptionist to let out a small laugh. 

 The receptionist took down my name, and instructed me to wait in the waiting area. I was waiting for about 10 minutes when a lady who looked like she was in her early 30s, with beautiful blonde hair that stopped a little below her shoulders, walked up to me. “Y/N?” She asked with a smile on her face. “Yes, that’s me!” I answered getting up from my seat. “I’m Rachel, if you would follow me please.” she said as she turned on her heels and walked me towards her work station. I sat down in the chair and she placed the styling cape over my body. “What did you want to do today?” she asked running a comb through my hair. “Well I was thinking of touching up my roots, touching up my highlights, and a little trim.” I said looking at my hairdresser through the mirror. She ran through the prices with me, and my jaw dropped. It was going to be $120 just for the haircut, then $97 for my touch up like the website said, but I didn’t realize how expensive my highlights would be. My highlights were going to be $177, plus the additional $160 for the blow out. “So your total for everything will come out to $554.” She said it so casually like as if it was normal for someone to spend that much on their hair. I stared at her with wide eyes, still trying to comprehend the number she just said to be. I stayed quite for a while, and decided to do it. “Fuck it, you only live once right?” I said causing her to laugh. She started to part my hair into sections, using the clips to clip back the sections of hair she wasn’t working on. 

 An hour in, and she had managed to cute my hair, and finish touching up my roots. Now all that was left, was to do my highlights, and then the blow out, and we were good to go. We had small talks here and there, avoiding any awkward silence between us. Turns out she has been doing hair for 8 years and shes been working here since they opened in 2014. “Doing anything special tonight, since you got this new look?” She asked me as she was wrapping up some strands of my hair in the foil. “Well me and some friends are going to see these boys called the Dolan Twins. They have a show in Freehold tonight. I’m pretty excited!” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing the boys in person and not in a phone or computer screen. Especially Grayson, I mean of course I loved them both, but it was just something about Grayson that just makes my heart melt. I can see my hairdresser from the mirror looking like she was getting ready to something, but she got interrupted by someone calling her name. She excused herself, and walked towards the back room. I decided to Snapchat the girls, but as expected none of them were up because none of them read my snap. I opened up my Tumblr app and began scrolling through it reading a few imagines that I came across to kill the time. I was deep into my reading, when a voice broke me out of my concentration. 

 "I’ll be taking over for Rachel, she has someone coming in for a haircut in a few. You don’t mind do you sweetie?” the lady asked. “No, not at all. I understand.” I said looking up from my phone and into the mirror. I felt my eyes bulge out of my head, and my mouth hung open. It was Lisa freaking Dolan. As in Grayson Dolan, and Ethan Dolan’s mom! She works here? I asked myself. Trying to find a logical answer for what is happening. “I’m guessing you know who I am?” she asked with a chuckle. I couldn’t find the words to speak, all I did was nod my head, still in shock. “Well welcome to Bloom. This is my salon.” she said with a smile. Now I see where the twins get their smile from. I’m currently sitting in Mrs. Dolan’s salon, and Mrs. Dolan is putting highlight in my hair. What the actual fuck is happening? I took out my phone getting ready to snap something. I flipped it over to the selfie camera, put on the flower crown filter on. I held my phone out in front of me getting a good angle of both me, and Mrs. Dolan. She noticed, and bent down so she could fit in the frame. She flashed a smile, and I quickly took the picture, sending it to the girls. They were gonna flip when they see this! I was on my phone, while Mrs. Dolan was finishing up the last section of my hair. “Rachel the boys are here!” Mrs. Dolan said causing me to look up from my phone. I was looking at myself in the mirror when two familiar figures caught my eye. 

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“No way!” I whispered in disbelief. I guess Mrs. Dolan heard me so she gave me a playful wink. I noticed that they were walking over towards my station, so I just went back on my phone trying to act as natural as possible. Trust me on the inside I was freaking out! They look so much taller in person, and not to mention how muscular they were. I’m guessing they just rolled out of bed, and decided to stop by because their hair was all over the place. Grayson was wearing his Adidas sweats, with a white t- shirt that hugged his arms just right. I couldn’t help but notice we were pretty much matching from head to toe. Goals or what? His hair wasn’t the usual slicked up quiff. It was fluffy, and flopping over to the side. He ran his rather large hand through his hair and that was enough to kill me! Ethan was wearing gray Nike shorts, with a black t-shirt and even with no effort he still looked beautiful. The boys both gave their mom a kiss on the cheek, and it took everything in me not to squeal at the cuteness. I saw they boys look at me so I smiled at them. “Boys, this is Y/N. It’s her first time here.” Mrs. Dolan said, introducing me to the boys. Ethan bent down and gave me a side hug since I was sitting me the salon chair making me shorter then what I was already am compared to me. “Hey Y/N, I’m Ethan, and this is my twin brother Grayson.” he said, and Grayson flashed me the most gorgeous smile revealing his pearly white teeth, and the dimples in his cheeks. “I know who you guys are. I’m actually going to see you guys tonight in Freehold with some friends.” I said, trying my hardest not to sound nervous. 

The boys and I talked for a little bit, I was telling them about the girls, and about how because of them that we all met and became friends. They were honestly the sweetest guys! The boys ended up sitting in the station next to me, and Rachel started on Ethan’s haircut. Mrs. Dolan had finish highlighting and washing my hair, now I’m walking over to the drying station to sit under the dryer. As I started to head over to the drying station I heard Ethan say ”I don’t think that’s where her eyes are Gray.” Was Grayson starring at my ass? I could feel myself blush at the thought of Grayson starring at my ass as I’m walking away. 

I sat down under the dryer, and noticed Grayson walking up taking a seat next to me. He doesn’t say anything he just hands me his phone and I see that Snapchat was opened. I pulled out my phone and opened up the app scanning his phone over my snap code. I added him back and gave him back his phone. “See you tonight.” was all he before turning around going back to Rachel’s station to finish his haircut. He started snapping me, and eventually he asked for my number and we started texting. The dryer went off signaling that my hair was done. Not longer after the dryer went off, another stylist by the name of Michelle came over and told me to follow her to her station. I sat down, and she started on my blow out. I was still texting Grayson, and everytime I looked up from my phone and would catch Grayson starring at me in the mirror with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. I couldn’t help but blush. 

I starred at myself in the mirror, super pleased with how my hair turned out. My hair was now a light brown color, with blonde highlights. The hair stylist gave me soft bouncy curls, that cascade down my back stopping a few inches above my butt. “It looks amazing!” I said, thanking the stylist. I made my way over to the receptionist desk to pay, but she just looked at me and shook her head. “It’s already been taken care of! OH! Grayson wanted me to give you these.” she said handing me a purple envelope. I turned my head around to look at Grayson who was sitting in the salon chair getting his haircut. He winked at me and a smile formed on my lips. I said bye to the receptionist as I walked out the salon, and starting walking towards the car. 

“Oh My God!” I partially screamed as I opened the envelope. I was speechless. There were 5 VIP/Meet&Greet passes for tonight’s show. My phone went off, and it was a snapchat notification. From Grayson. He sent me a snap of me walking out of the salon, and the caption read “I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave.” with the peach emoji, eyes, and the smirk. I snapped him back before plugging my phone up the aux as I headed back to the hotel. On the way back to the hotel, I stopped by Starbucks, getting some coffee for all the girls. I couldn’t wait to see the girls faces when I tell them everything that went down this morning. 

* * * *

I got out the elevator and headed towards our hotel room. I reached in my back pocket for the room key and opened the door. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” “WAKE UP!” I screamed. How are they possibly still sleeping? I tried throwing pillows, hairbrushes, and even shoes at them trying to get them to wake up. Nothing worked, all they did was groan and pull the covers to over their heads. 

“I met the twins today.” I said, and as if on queue they all darted up 

“You what?”

“You’re joking?”

“Did you dye your hair?” 

Everybody was speaking at once. “Bitch explain!” Maddi said sitting up on the bed. I told the guys about everything that happened, how I ended up finding that salon, and about how Mrs. Dolan ended up doing my hair, about the twins, everything. “You guys should check your snaps next time I send something.” I smirked taking a sip from my Starbucks drink. They watched the snap I sent them with Mrs. Dolan and I, and they all looked at me in disbelief. “Ok, but did you really spend $554 on your hair?” “I mean your hair looks really good, but $554 is a little bit over priced!” Aisha said stroking my hair. “Bitch a bit? That’s my car note!” Angie said taking a bite of her bagel. “That’s the thing though. I kind of didn’t pay….” my voice trailed off looking at the girls who all had a confused expression. “Ok, I’m confused again.” Miranda said. I giggled remembering how Grayson was sweet enough to pay for my hair. He didn’t have to do that, but it was sweet. I was bought back from my thoughts with the girls all yelling at me, asking to tell them what happened. “Well when I was getting ready to pay, the receptionist told me it was already taken care of. Apparently Grayson paid for it an-” I got cut off. “WHAT?” the girls all said in unison. “I regret not going with you. I’m so stupid. Why do I like sleep so much?” Angie said, causing me to laugh. “That’s not all though.” I said walking towards my purse to get the purple envelope. “Y/N I swear to god if you tell me you 2 had sex, I’m gonna kill myself!” Maddi said, her accent causing all of us to break out into a fit of laughter. “She went for a haircut and ended up getting the Grayson Dolan special.” the girls were still laughing at Maddi and her jokes. I didn’t say anything I just pulled out the 5 VIP/Meet&Greet passes and held them up. Tonight was going to be the best night ever.

We needed to leave around 5 in order to make it to the show for 7. It was an hour and 15 minute drive from Morristown, New Jersey to Freehold, New Jersey. So we wanted to make sure we had enough time just in case there was traffic, and plus we were going to need to find parking. Hopefully the line to enter wouldn’t be too long that way we can get a decent spot in the audience.

We were all finishing up getting ready in the hotel room. I helped them with their hair, and we all helped each other with our make up. Angie finished helping me putting on some highlight, so I was in the bathroom getting dressed. I decided to wear my black high waist shorts with a 4OU t-shirt that I made into a crop top. I didn’t need to do anything to my hair, because it still looked good from this morning. So I decided to wear the infamous pink “But I’m A Savage” hat, that I happen to be obsessed with! I put on my black hi-top Vans and looked in the mirror. I was pleased with how my outfit looked and how I looked in it. The shorts hugged my curves in all the right places. Especially in the booty area. I walked out the bathroom, and everybody looked stunning. We weren’t over dressed. We kept it simple and casual, but still very cute.

* * * *

We pulled up to the venue, and it was 6:20pm. We probably would’ve gotten here sooner but Angie insisted she knew a short cut. It didn’t take us that long to find a parking spot, I guess since most of the fans were younger they didn’t really know how to drive yet so their parents dropped them off. We parked, and started walking over to the enterance. “Great! Look how long the line is!” I huffed. After 15 minutes of standing in line, we were finally inside. The guy at the door checked out tickets, and started speaking into his walkie talkie. We looked at each other confused, when he began to say our names to the person on the other end. After a couple seconds, some guy Maddi had recongized as the twins security guard approached us. He greeted us, and told us to follow him. We heard comments coming from the other girls but we honestly didn’t care.

We ended up somewhere backstage, and the security guard told us that we would be watching the show from here. We were all standing on the side of the stage, talking, and waiting for the show to start. 

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The lights went dim, and the video for their intro came on, and the crowd went crazy! We watched the show, our stomachs hurting from laughter. They were finishing up their Q&A and starting to wrap up the show. I starred at the boys in awe. I couldn’t believe I was here. This was unbelievable, I got my hair done in Mrs. Dolan salon. I got to meet the twins, Grayson Dolan asked for my Snapchat, and now I’m here, backstage watching the show with the 4 most amazing friends ever! This day couldn’t have gone any better. I was pulled out of my thoughts from one of the girls shaking my shoulders. It was Aisha. They were all telling me to go. Go? Go where? "What?” I asked confused. But then I heard my name being called. It was Grayson. I starred at him confused, not understanding what he was trying to do. Grayson walked towards me, and held my hand pulling me out onto the stage with him. “Guys this is Y/N. I met her today, and she’s honestly super amazing. She was at our mom’s hair salon getting her hair done, and we exchanged snaps, and I gave her my number and we sort of just clicked.” I was in complete shock at what was happening. I’m honestly surprised I haven’t ran off the stage yet. “Earlier in the show, I was dared to do something totally crazy, and something I’ve done before.” “Well I’ve never really asked anybody out on stage before so….” He paused for a moment, licked his lips. “Y/N do you wanna go get pizza with me after the show?” The crowd started cheering, and a bunch of “awws” were coming from the side of the stage. “Yes, I would love too!” I said. I was probably as red as a tomato right now. Grayson pulled me into a hug, and I felt his right hand cuff my butt, causing me to bite my bottom lip. The girls started wolf whistling from the side, causing me to hide my face into Grayson’s chest. “And if you guys want hair like Y/N come to Bloom, and hit up our mom!” I twirled and flipped my hair, playfully curtsying at the girls in the audience before I walked off the stage and back to my group of friends.

“WE LOVE YOU! PEACE!” the boys yelled before running backstage. We waited for the boys in their dressing room. We were talking about the show, and how it was the best experience we had, and how happy we were to have experienced it together. After about 30 mins, the boys showed up. “You ready Y/N?” Grayson said when he walked into the room. “Of course she’s ready.” Angie said, making everyone in the room including Ethan and Grayson laugh. I told the girls bye, and that I’ll see them later before I started heading out the door with Grayson. 

“You kids behave!” Miranda shouted. I flicked them off, and closed the door behind me. Grayson held my hand in his, as we made our way out the venue, and into his truck, heading out for our date.

PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.

PART 4 COMING SOON

2 • knee socks

Genre: angst | smut | fluff

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: I feel romantic guys. I hope you understand my lateness but I was not satisfied with this and I will post just when I think it's good. So I hope you enjoy this moment between this two. Thank you for reading my stories!!!

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| my teacher’s house | 

My life wasn’t a bed of roses. I had everything I wanted and when I desired but I didn’t have one thing: love. I guess that’s why I got surrendered by it when I saw his face for the first time. People think that for having what I want I lived in a happy life. My father could be a doctor and my mom one of the best lawyers of the city but, when he came home with his shirt marked in red and she started to spent her money on alcohol, the situation drowned. They didn’t love each other anymore and working takes full charge of their lives. What matters if you are rich and have a good job if your life is fucked up?

I knew the moment I stepped at the front door that my parents were arguing. I could hear they shouting angry words at each other and even things being broken. I decided not to enter and sat down at the doorway. Will my marriage be like this too? Not loving each other and just worrying about money?

After one hour I entered the house and saw the living room destroyed. The family pictures were on the ground, the glass covering the rug with its little pieces. This never happened before and I could guess what was the reason behind their argument. Another woman. I heard footsteps coming my away and turned back, seeing my father holding an ice bag on his forehead.

He chuckled and threw the phone he held on the couch.

“Your teacher called me” I looked to the ground while preparing for what was coming next but I got surprised when my dad let out a smile, “He said you are one of his best students and that you put so much effort on your tasks. I’m proud of you Y/N”

Wait. Mother hasn’t told him about my detention? And why did Mr. Park called my dad? And more: he told good things about me although none of those were part of the truth. I stood there with a confused face and my dad noticed, asking me about it. Of course, I wouldn’t tell him the truth.

“Uhm… Thank you appa” I said and went to my room.

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Pretty Lucky - Peter Parker

 Word Count : 1,284

Warnings : None

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The familiar tap on your window, a random beat each time wakes you from your sleep in your comfy fluffy blanket covered bed. With a slight groan in your sleepy state, you make your way over to your window, seeing Peters familiar figure crouched outside waiting on the balcony staircase.

You open it with your brows raised questioningly, his Spiderman mask is off so you can see his disheveled brown hair and his brown eyes and newly busted lip. You frown and quickly move for him to come in, he silently makes his way in and is soon sitting on your bed facing the way he came in.

“I would ask what happened but I can already assume you slipped up during a fight.” You finally speak walking over to your bedside drawer, getting out the first aid kit you’ve been keeping in there since the first time Peter had shown up with a cut arm.

You’ve known about Peter being Spiderman for about 2 months, you found out because you saw him trying to change out of his costume but getting caught in it by his boxers halfway through and falling straight on his ass. Which led to him frantically trying to explain everything while you just stared at him wide eyed before you yelled.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were spider boy?!”

Which then led to him mumbling a quick.
“It’s spiderman… Not spider boy.”

But that was then and this is now, obviously not a lot has changed, you’re still the best of friends but now you know that he is actually badass. Kind of, he is still a complete dork.

“One of the guys took a swing at me while the other held me down, got away, though,” Peter says with a proud smile, and you just roll your eyes before grabbing his chin and dabbing it with a sterile wipe, earning a hiss from him. After inspecting, cleaning and deciding he doesn’t need stitches, you patted his head to tell him you were finished and he jumps off your bed, going to your drawer that has a spare change of clothes for him to change into.

“Thanks, again. Oh, don’t forget we have to work on our Spanish project that’s due this Friday.” He says and you groan in annoyance and fall back on your bed and whine. “Can’t you do it? You’re smart, plus you owe me for doing your English homework last week.”

Peter chuckles and you hear his light footsteps make their way towards you, soon he is laying down on his back next to you.
“I would, but this assignment is a lot of work, and you’re better at the writing parts. You’re smart too ya know?”

You huff and turn on your side to face him and he mimics you, with a slight pout you agree. “Fine, but you owe me lunch.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
———————-

“So who are you going on a date with?” Peter asks, throwing a random ball up and catching it while you fix your hair, you look at him through your dresser mirror and reply. “You remember Matthew from Geometry?”

“That guy?” Peter exclaims in disgust, sitting up and looking at you with wide eyes and he continues. “He dates every girl in school, has sex with them and then just drops them like their nothing.”

“Well, I won’t be that easy. Plus my uncle had set me up with him, apparently, Matthews dad works with him.”

Peter frowns, and grumbles. “If he tries anything-”

“I know I know, you’ll kick his ass. But I will probably beat you to it.”
——————-
To Peter: Please come pick me up. He is being horribly creepy.

From Peter: What the hell is he doing?

To Peter: He keeps trying to make a move on me, he’s coming back gtg. Please hurry!!!

“Hey, sorry about that. The line was really long.” Matthew apologizes sitting closer to you in the booth than he originally had, you grimace when he puts his hand your thigh and move it off of you. He gives you a questioning look before throwing his arm over your shoulder and starting up the boring conversation you were having before.

Not even 10 minutes later you see Peter looking in through the restaurant window, soon your phone starts ringing. You look to Matthew and excuse yourself before stepping outside and pretending to answer the phone but you really just go over to Peter who was now leaning against the brick wall of the little restaurant.

“Thank you, so much.” You exclaim to him, he smiles brightly and takes your hand and the two of you quickly hail a cab and go to his place.
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“He was so touchy, not that I’m against that but like we had just met.” You explain, taking off your jacket and heels you had worn, spreading your feet on the hardwood floor to soothe your sore arches. “And now I have to lie to him and my uncle about what happened.” You huff and fall back on Peters twin bed, all the while peter was watching you rant for a good 10 minutes.

“I’m glad it didn’t go well.” He replies, you furrow your eyebrows and sit up to look at him. “Thanks, means a lot.” You deadpanned, he quickly held up his hands in defense and said.

“Not like that, it’s just- he’s a douchebag and he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t think anyone does, Peter.”

He nods in agreement and he adds with a blush tinting his cheeks. “Well, that’s just because- no nevermind.”

“Oh hell no, you know how much I hate it when people do that. Tell me what you were gonna say.” You demand, standing up to be in front of him. Even though he is taller than you, you still tried to make yourself look like the bigger person.

Peter nervously scratches the back of his neck and he mumbles not looking in your eyes. “I don’t like any of them. Because I want you all to myself.”

To say you were floored would be an understatement, to say you were about to burst with joy would also be an understatement. You just look at his face with wide eyes, your mouth opening and closing to find the words to say. When Peter finally meets your eyes regret fills his eyes.

“I understand if you don’t like me-”

“Shut up.” You interrupt, finally saying something, he opens his mouth to say something put you shush him and put a finger and his lips and you whisper.

“Do you like me too, Peter?”

Peters’ eyes widen and he nods and questions. “Too? You mean you like me too?”

You smile and nod, “Of course you dumbass. I always have, always will.” The smile on Peters’ face doesn’t falter as he puts his hand on your cheek and quickly asks.

“Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Definitely.”

You swear your heart bursts when his lips finally touch yours, its like they were made to fit yours. Peter breaths into the kiss like it were the most amazing thing he has ever done, which is quite impossible to believe considering who he is. You both smile widely when you pull from the kiss to catch your breaths. Peter tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and he whispers.

“Am I lucky or what?”

You smirk and intertwine your fingers with his and reply with a cheeky wink.

“Ya, you’re pretty lucky.”

Kiss Cam

A/N: So, this is a year old one shot I wrote for @fairyghibli, but @illustraice asked me to post it here….

Summary:  Allura was excited for her first basketball game, but was she about to get more than what she was expecting?
Words: 1383

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Today was the day.

The day that Allura was dreading the most.

It didn’t start off that way, no. The morning had been fairly pleasant, it was hard for her to contain her excitement. Her boss gave her a pair of basketball tickets for helping her close a huge deal. This was to be her first experience at a basketball game and she was extremely excited. She was ready to see what it’s like to actually be there in the stands surrounds by enthusiastic fans. After all, they didn’t have basketball where she was from.

But her friend cancelled on her.

Allura was upset, but her determination didn’t waver. Until her fiancé found out about the tickets…

She loved him, she really did, but the spark was slowly dying. He never did things with her anymore, always out with his friends or busy working at his dad’s company. She was tired of being his trophy. When he showed interest in the game, Allura wasn’t sure if she was scared or excited. She wanted to use this opportunity to rekindle the flame, go out with him, have a good time together, but she was scared that this would backfire.

Her fiancé, Roger, was the one driving. As the wind flew through her silver locks, she couldn’t help sink lower and deeper in the seat.

Roger looked at Allura from the side of his eye. “Babe, what are you doing?” He turned his attention back to the road.

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