stupid heads and the mic covering his face up in that first one

“Hey mom ! ...I mean Mrs. Stark...” - Tony Stark x Reader x awkward!Peter Parker

Summary : Peter calls Tony and his wife (the reader) “dad” and “mom” by accident and…oh it’s awkward. 

Just a silly little story. Wrote in ten minutes on the verge of exhaustion, because I have almost no free time lately and…yeah. Uh. Hope you’ll still like it.

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far. 

It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him. 

But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure ! 

He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV ! 

He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really. 

People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever. 

With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.

The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.

It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :

-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ? 

And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :

-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ? 

And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know. 

There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything. 

He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.

This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…

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EXO scenarios: The moment they realize they like their s/o (ot9)

Requested by super sweet anon <3 Some of them are a bit long because I’m a terrible person :(

Originally posted by imgoinkokobop

Kim Minseok/Xiumin

“Say it again.”

“(y/n), you’re the most generous and wonderful person in the world.” a small pause. “Are we done?”

“Nope, a few more times. But not now.” she smiled teasingly and grabbed a box of cleaning supplies.

 Minseok liked to clean. It was a common fact about him. Everyone knew how crazy he was when it came to it. Usually he would do it by himself but recent injury limited his moves so he needed a hand. Although (y/n) volunteered to do it, she made him do things he wasn’t proud of in return.

 They walked over to the kitchen and began cleaning. She did the dishes while Minseok was putting everything in original order. (y/n) insisted on lifting some of the heavier things instead of him.

“You know I can do it? I don’t need both hands to do that.” he told her while watching her put the bags of flour on one of the higher shelves.

“Yeah, you need to show off your guns etc.” she turned to look at him with soft expression on her face. “You need to cure yourself and letting it rest is one of the ways to do so. I’m here to help you so let me do it.”

 Minseok nodded in understanding, a bit taken back by her seriousness. The first thing he thought of was to just cover it with something cheesy.

“(y/n), you’re the most generous and wonderful person in the world.” left his lips in robot’s tone.

 She laughed at that and returned to washing the dishes. Minseok felt relieved because his heart was close to jumping out of his chest. He busied himself with wiping the counter, from time to time stealing glances at his friend. It definitely felt nice being cared for by (y/n). He wondered whether he could make her heart pound the same way she made his heart do.

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Kim Junmyeon/Suho

 Junmyeon knew that Chen didn’t like his sense of humor. Still, it didn’t stop him from trying to get to his friend’s fun side. But when he heard someone else laugh, his purpose disappeared into oblivion. Jongdae turned to look critically at (y/n). She was shaking because of Junmyeon’s joke.

“No, don’t tell me you too!” Chen groaned and hid face in his hands.

 Laughter that was plugged before by (y/n)’s sudden reaction suddenly came again with much more force. Suho joined the woman. Jongdae got up to leave because of that. He gave them a look that said weirdos but Junmyeon couldn’t care less.

“That was hilarious!” (y/n) finally let out when both of them calmed down.

“I’ve got more.”

“Tell me another one!”


 They spent the whole evening laughing at his jokes. Junmyeon couldn’t understand how they had never interacted that way.

“And Chanyeol told me that your jokes are terrible! My stomach hurts because I’m laughing so damn hard!” she told him meanwhile clutching her tummy.

 He patted her on the back and shook his head. His cheeks were hurting because he couldn’t stop smiling. Somehow it didn’t bother him at all. The presence of (y/n) made the whole experience enjoyable.

“Maybe we should start spending more time together so I could tell you more.” he suggested smoothly.

 She looked at him shyly. Junmyeon raised an eyebrow and tickled her side sending (y/n) into fit of giggles. He could get used to hearing it at the regular basis.

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Me or him?

(Request) Summary: Hey can you write about being in the new infinity movie and y/n has a lot of scenes with tom holland & Sebastian stan. While on press tour Sebastian starts falling in love with y/n personality and the press thinks that tom and y/n are cute since they laugh a lot during interviews while Sebastian more reserved. Can it be a lot of angst and fluffy.

Y/N was lapping the attention up, she was currently standing on Tom’s balcony enjoying thousands of people screaming at the mere sight of her. 

“You know,” she starts, whilst heading back inside to sit on the sofa with Tom, “I always dreamed of doing that as a kid, like some Marilyn Monroe or something. Stupid really,” she finishes, intertwining her feet and admiring the leather knee high boot adoring them. Tom grins at her and sets himself back on the sofa and turns his face, which is now lulling on the back of the sofa, to her,

“your a natural love, I can’t believe the world has only just seen the beginning of you. You should have been snatched up.” Y/N laughs and places a hand on his knee

“As lovely and corny as that was I didn’t go looking for it. I waited tables until last year remember.” Tom, however, is zoned in on the hand placed on his knee. Brain working one-hundred miles an hour trying to calculate what that mean if anything at all. Before reaches a conclusion his assistant knocks on the door to say the car is arriving. Y/N beams at Tom and jumps up, slipping out the door after sticking her tongue out at him. As they walk down the hallway another door opens and out step Sebastian Stan who has a shit eating grin when he spots Y/N. Shutting the door he joins them in their strides towards the elevator,

“How are you two love birds?” Sebastian jabs Tom is the ribs and he pushes Sebastian’s hand away. All now situated in the lift no words are exchanged until they reach the cars and Y/N shouts “me and Tom are just friends, his too young anyway,” before getting in a car with Sebastian, who, shoots him a wink.

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Arriving at the panel they all meet up with the crew and Y/N is whisked away by Scarlett for a change of wardrobe but Sebastian grabs Tom’s arm and keeps him behind the rest.

“Man I just wanted to apologise about back there. I got a bit to big headed didn’t I?” Tom narrows his eyes as response and Sebastian continues as they climb to the forever ending table showcasing water and mics.

“I just see what you see in her you know. The hair, smile, eyes, funny, smart, kind, genuine, sweet…” Tom creases his eyebrows and squints his eyes at the almost dribbling Sebastian before patting his shoulder and sliding into the directors chair next to Paul Rudd. The devil herself taps her now heeled covered feet over the stage and some fans that have snuck around early scream, scaring the life out of her so she jumps back, laughs and continues on. Throughout the entire panel Sebastian sits, staring, at Y/N hoping she doesn’t notice the burning pain searing in he head from his eyes. Paul nudges Tom and bats his head towards Sebastian,

“I reckon loverboy has fallen in love. What do you reckon?” Tom’s head whips around to see Sebastian’s wandering eye but before he can call him out on him an interviewer asks a puzzling question.

“So Y/N your clearly a favoured cast member but you and Mr Holland over there seem to be very close anything there?” Y/N looks down and seems to be blushing, she finally composes her pink tinted face she replies.

“Me and Tom, whilst very close, are also colleagues therefore I wouldn’t date him. Or anyone on my job in that fact.” Tom tries to stay quiet and not look like a kicked puppy but it becomes slightly hard until the end of the first panel ends and they all head to allocated rooms. Tom, who happens to be passing Y/N room hears Sebastian’s voice and its slightly hurt. He turns to walk away but a rage seems to heat in his throat. Knocking on the door Y/N quickly opens the door just enough so her head is stuffed out, faltering with a smile she stutters,  

“I’m really sorry love its not the time.” Tom goes to turn to leave but decides his had enough therefore bursts part her to see Sebastian nearly pulling his hair out. He quickly stands to his swaying feet when he sees Tom and his face goes back to the set in stone mould. Sebastian slips his hand into his jacket pocket and he says,

“mate its really not the time.” Tom bites back,

“Its never the time! Look Y/N I need to tell you something but if your not with me your with Sebastian so I’m going to say it now.” Y/N raises her eyebrows as if to indicate for him to go on so he does “I really like you, I like everything about you. We laugh, we have fun why can’t we just give things a go?” Y/N stands like an open mouth fish and its not looking at Tom but Sebastian who is just as shocked.

“Um I suppose its not a good time to mention I just told Y/N I like her is it?” Sebastian whispers into the tension thick air. Y/N goes over to her mini fridge and grabs a bottle of water, unscrews the cap and gulps down eight large sips. She kisses her teeth and starts explaining

“Um, Tom your great and its not that I…Tom I want us to…Tom things between us are…” She huffs and rubs her hand across her forehead, “go wait in your dressing room Tom.” His so shock that he finds himself only understanding what happens when he is sitting in his own room and listening intensely for the knocking of the door. The next panel is in twenty minutes but he is considering faking illness, flying home or faking his own death. Five seconds after Tom has figured out how he can sneak out of the convention the door knocks. He opens it too Y/N who is chewing on her nails anxiously,

“Can I come in?” He steps aside and lets her inside where she makes her self comfortable on the sofa. “I spoke with Sebastian,” she starts and Tom realises she doesn’t want to hear about it, not yet anyway.

“Why don’t we leave this? It is a bit heavy after all.” He gets up and heads for the door but Y/N starts talking again and so does Tom. Soon it becomes a battle of who is going to win until Y/N butts in louder than before,

“I told Sebastian to fuck off. Happy now?” Now its Tom’s turn to look shocked, “I’m 23 years old Tom I can’t date someone more than ten years older than me. I’m going back to Hawaii after we’ re done here, come with me? Lets see what happens.”

I’m really sorry this was half assed but I’m trying and its not clicking I’m so sorry whoever reads this its just been a hard day xx 

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They Serenade You

Brandon: Get You by David Caesar (ft Kali Uchis). It would be a rainy day and you and Brandon would be inside the house cuddling while having a nice little lazy day. You guys’ day would’ve consisted of binge watching netflix and hulu, play fighting, and attempting to bake cookies (it was Brandon’s fault). You were slightly exhausted as the movie was boring and laying on Brandon’s chest was so comfy. Just as your eyes were beginning to close there was a loud clap of thunder as lightning lit up the room, And with that all the lights went out. You groaned as you got up and grabbed two flashlights and headed back to your boyfriend. Brandon however, was no longer laying on the couch but was now sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and his guitar resting in his lap as he began tuning it.

“Why are you on the floor weirdo” you giggled as you mimicked his position right across from him and handed him a flashlight. 

“It’s more comfy” he answered as strummed his guitar. You turned on a flashlight and stood it up in between you so you could see the beautiful man before you as he got lost in his music. Brandon knew you were staring but he didn’t mind, in fact he looked up at you and winked causing you to blush and give him a sheepish grin. A familiar tune of acoustics started to chime into your ears before Brandon started singing.

Through drought and famine, natural disasters

My baby has been around for me

Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling

None of that could ever make me leave

Your eyes widen slightly out of shock but just as quickly relaxed in awe as the man before you continued to sing.

Every time I look into your eyes I see it

You’re all I need

Every time I get a bit inside I feel it

Brandon loved how into it you were and it made him feel all warm that your were enjoying yourself that much. So he continued.

Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you

Ooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you.

He couldn’t help but smile because every word was true to him.


Austin: Wanted by Hunter Hayes. It was a really bad week for you. Lately everything had been going bad and you’ve hand ended up in tears more than one occasion. Austin knew it and he felt bad that he didn’t know how to make you feel better and forget about all the bad things that had happened. The idea didn’t struck him till one day you were on the phone with a friend with pandora in the background and he just so happened to walk by. 

“I would love for someone to sing to me.” you sighed to you friend. It was just a little fantasy you’ve always had since you first heard the song and that was all it was till austin heard those words leave your mouth. A couple of days would go by before Austin came up to you and told you to go out and treat yourself Friday under one condition, you’d stay away from the house till he told you it was time to come home. You thought it was very weird but you went along with it and did just that. As you got back from your day of treating yourself (and the text from austin saying you could come home) you opened the door to see flower petals scattered around the floor. You gasped, eyes watering, heart and stomach filled with anticipation while slowly following the flowers to the backyard. That’s when you saw all the boys dressed in suits. Of course the one who stood out to you was Austin as his usual blonde hair was tamed and slicked back as his all black suit slightly glistened in the bright lights wrapped around the tree. He then grabbed the mic in front of him and gave a thumbs up to the boys.

You know I’d fall apart without you

I don’t know how you do what you do

‘Cause everything that don’t make sense about me

Makes sense when I’m with you

You were crying hysterically with happiness as Austin came up to you and wiped your tears away as he continued to sing the rest of the song.

“You’ll always be wanted” Austin finished as he kissed you cheek.


Nick: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur. You and Nick had gotten into yet another fight this week, but this one was way worse than all the others. There was screamin, harmful words throne at each other, and various smashed objects around the house.You were now locked in the bathroom crying up against the door as Nick tried to apologise to you over and over. But it was too late. The damage was done and he could feel as though you were slipping through his hands. He was losing you. Nick couldn’t stand the thought of losing you (it was what got him so angry in the first place), so he went to grab his guitar and explain to you how he felt the only way he knew he could. 

 I met you in the dark, you lit me up

You made me feel as though I was enough

We danced the night away, we drank too much

I held your hair back when

You were throwing up

You slowly stopped crying as the song started to make you smile. Even though it wasn’t his everything in the song was you guys. It was you. You could here as the song continued Nick got more emotional and was holding back crying. Seeing Nick anything but happy made you sick to your stomach and as angry as he can get he would never hurt you and you knew that. You whipped the last bit of tears of your face as you stood up and opened the door. 

“Just say you won’t let go” he finished the song looking at you with his face all red and tears threatening to fall.

“I won’t” you assured him as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close.


Edwin: Lights Down Low by MAX. Edwin watched you extremely annoyed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You’ve been out the shower for like thirty minutes now and you couldn’t help but frown at your reflection. You saw stretch marks, old scar, anything that wasn’t “perfect”, while him on the other hand saw the very definition of perfection. “Why are you with me Ed” you asked as you pinched on your rolls till it hurt. Edwin groaned as he got up from the bed. You though he was flat out going to leave so you started to tear up til you saw him go to his phone, scroll, and tapped the screen. That’s when the familiar melody filled the room through the speakers. You didn’t dare to look at Edwin till you heard his voice instead of Max’s.

Heaven only knows where you’ve been.

But I don’t really need to know.

I know where you’re gonna go.

You stared at your boyfriend in awe before looking down at your feet embarrassed and ashamed. Edwin walked right over to you and gently grabbed your chin making you look at him.

On my heart where you’re resting your head.

And you just look so beautiful.

Just like you were an angel.

For the rest of the song he danced you around as he sang. Turning you into his arms at one point so your body was against his, arms wrapped as you both looked in the mirror. The whole situation was a little one but it would be one you’d never forget. You smiled at Edwin and he happily returned the favor. “I love you” he whispered to you as he kissed your temple.


Zion: Should’ve Kissed You by Chris Brown. “Why is he such a fucking dumbass” you thought to yourself as you angrily kicked stuffed around in your room. Today you went on a date with your best friend, who just so happens to be your crush, and you thought everything went perfectly fine (amazing even) until he walked you back home and you leaned in for a kiss and he backed away and told you that he would text you later. You paced back and forth getting ready to cry at how stupid you felt but little do you know Zion was just as angry and was on his way back over to your house. A couple of minutes had passed and you managed to calm yourself down (thanks to know one else being in the house). You were still upset but you thought sleeping would help the pain go away or stop at least. While scrolling through your phone you heard music blasting out from in front of your bedroom window. You lunged out of bed slightly frightened then walked over to you window to see who was the bastard blasting their music at 11:45 at night. Once you got to the window you realized Zion was the culprit with his speaker on the floor and phone in hand. 

“Zion! What the fuck are you doing” you angrily whispered at the boy staring up at you. 

“I have something I need to tell you” he shouted causing you to aggressively shush him. Just as you were about to curse him out and tell him to go home the song clicked in your head. He smiled a big toothy grin once your face was in realization. That is when he started.

Why am I mad, I don’t get it,

It seems like every time you give me signs, and I miss it

I did it again

I admit it

I left you standing there, and now I regret it

You covered your mouth in disbelief at the fact that your crush was singing to you but it being this song. This song made it all the better.   

I should’ve kissed you

I should’ve told you

Told you just how I feel

And next time I won’t stop

I’ll listen to my heart

'Cause what I feel is real. 

 You seriously couldn’t contain yourself any longer and ran downstairs in pajamas and all to get to Zion. Zion happily opened his arms to you but instead you grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him the way you always wanted to. Once the kiss was over yo let go and Zion started to laugh. 

“I didn’t even finish the song” he laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. 

“That’s for making me wait so long” You joked. the both of you laughed till one of your neighbors interrupted the moment.

“This isn’t say anything! Take your asses to sleep for crying out loud!” The both of you laughed again and apologised before going back into your house and cuddling for the whole night. And trust and believe there was a lot more kissing done.

  
     *I hope you guys enjoy! I tried really hard*

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

                                             Part T W E L V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it. 

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Crazy For You

YoungK and word prompt - train :) (gosh I went for someone else this time, be proud of me Mami :D) As always, I love your fics <3

Note: Yas finally a Day6 prompt! ilysm ♥ I am proud of you even if you request changki or other things! you’re amazing @laviette plz excuse this terrible fic I tried to make it great like you.. i couldn’t

Disclaimer: I don’t own gifs/images used.

Originally posted by iday6

If anyone was to ask someone at Younghyun’s local high school what he’s like, they’d tell you that he’s handsome, charismatic, all tied in a bad-boy image. He plays in a rock band with his friends, and doesn’t give anyone the time of day with romantic attention. It’s a cliche ideology, really; the heart breaker. But everyone has a reason for the way in which they act. In Younghyun’s case, it’s all because of you.

You’re a contradiction to his image, but creative all the same. You carry around art books instead of a bass, and paint brushes instead of a mic. He’s enthralled by you, the way your fingers work their way around the artistic equipment, and how they create such beauty on a canvas.

He’s spoken to you a lot, but rarely on the grounds of the school. The two of you live near each other which is why you find yourselves taking the same train home. That was when he realised that he had finally fallen for someone.

At first he thought he’d gone crazy. It was late, around 11pm as the two of you waited for the train to roll at the station. He watched you; you were wearing a black and white striped top beneath a black pinafore dress. You had a rucksack on your back, and a large folder in your arms, carrying your creations of the day. He thought it was the tiredness that washed is brain, but each day that past he found himself feeling a little stronger towards you.

It was the virus in his heart that caused him to turn this way; turning away other girl’s affection. They weren’t the same as you, in comparison, they were plain and easy. He endured a lot, his only wish to keep you safe and happy. That was why he took a punch to the eye while beating up the old drunken creep that tried to touch you up on the station one late friday night, the reason he gave you his jacket when you shivered even though his whole entire body felt like ice.

A shriek snapped him from his thoughts. He shook his head, “crazy” he mumbled to himself as he ruffled his fingers through his hair.

“Whose crazy? You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Younghyun looked beside him, almost jumping out of his skin from shock. “Jeez {y/n}, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

You giggled, “It’s not my fault you were away with the fairies.”

Younghyun playfully rolled his eyes, hoisting his bass that was wrapped in it’s case further up his shoulder, only now realising it had been on the verge of falling. He looked at you, and he wasn’t sure how blood wasn’t rushing to his cheeks.

“Well anyway, to answer your question I wasn’t talking about you… well I was… but not- what am I talking about right now? I’m so tired.” He covered his face. He’d jinxed it, the blood was now rushing to his face.

“You’re not wrong. You’re crazy” He watched you smile through the gaps of his fingers.

“Crazyfurmou.” he mumbled.

“Pardon? I didn’t catch that.”

He loved his hands away from his face, “Crazy for… you. I’m crazy for you.”

Neither of you noticed the people moving around you, or the train that waited at the platform until the shrill of the whistle broke the moment like shattering glass. Younghyun felt stupid, and felt as though he probably looked even more stupid because of his now embarrassed emotions.

You stretched out your hands, he looked down, remembering how captivating they were and watched as they intertwined with his own. He was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. No one had ever made him feel this way before; it scared him to think how much he’d be affected by your first kiss when he felt so exhilarated by a simple hand touch, never mind anything else.

You pulled him onto the train, taking a seat on the mostly deserted cart. You sat closer to the window, gripping his hand. You looked back at him, seemingly jumpy even though you’d been the one to initiate the touch.

“What? Did you not mean-” Your face flushed, your hand loosening on his, but he gripped tighter.

“This is what I meant, {y/n}”

Your face relaxed, your hand turning more comfortable in his again. You opened your mouth to speak, and Younghyun was expecting you to question him about this, you didn’t. You closed your mouth again, settling for a comfortable silence and Younghyun decided that he wanted to stay on this train for the rest of his life.

My Hero (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Request: OOOO what about “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?” with Jared?? I feel like it kinda fits him lol

“can i hold your hand?” with jared :00

Word Count: 1554

Warnings: just some swearing

I put 2 requests into one bc i felt like they rlly fit well together also wow i love jared so much in this


You laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it spun idly. For once in your life, you didn’t have some huge project to worry about, or a show to watch, or something you should be cleaning. Your schedule was empty, and you were oh-so-painfully bored. You sighed, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

You called the first person you could think of who wouldn’t have anything actually going on on a friday night.

“Hey Jared,” you said once he picked up.

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Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually)

Warnings: Language, violence, explosions, mean aliens, pie

A/N: I have no idea what come over me, or why I’m suddenly delving into the Marvel franchise headfirst. All I know, is this is pretty long, but then again, I did write it. I have no self-control, I swear. Enjoy!


Bucky.

“Barnes!” you gasp, lying flat on the ground where you’ve been thrown by the explosion of a nearby car. You’re really getting sick of being knocked around all the time, tossed through the air by some kind of freaking alien or asshole in a suit.

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When They Surprise You During MAMA 2017- BTS

YouType : F 

Theme: When you both are suppose to do a duet together for 2017 MAMA - but you both ‘ broke ‘ up so you had to do the song alone - THAT was until he surprised when it came to his part. 


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Another Prompt Fill

Since both came in together…  Great minds, apparently.

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“Your great-aunt Eudora died,” Molly said, glancing over to Sherlock before going back to her slides.

“Oh good, when’s the funeral?”

“Day after tomorrow, reading of the will to follow. I didn’t know that was an actual thing people actually did. Like, do you lot just gather in mahogany-panelled libraries with your embroidered hankies and veils and mesh gloves and just faint dramatically when the surprise illegitimate child walks in?”

“I know they say television is a window to the world, but sometimes it would do you some good to actually go outside,” Sherlock said, shouldering her aside to see what she was looking at. “Ooh, is that brain?”

“Colon polyp, actually, though in this bloke I don’t think there was much difference. Real Darwin Award material, thought a curling iron was a vibrator with a warming feature.”

“And that killed him?”

“He tried to cool it off by running it under the tap. While it was still plugged in.”

“Which end?” Sherlock continued to look at the slide.

“Both.”

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Monsta X in Chicago

this is going to be long, as I got carried away on the 4 hour plane ride back to the west coast. 

Monsta X was amazing. There is no other way to describe the experience to be honest. Their performance, their chemistry, their energy was incredible. I would 150% travel to see them again. It was one of the best shows I had ever been, kpop or not. 

From the beginning you could tell that they were completely taken aback by the crowd and how LOUD we were. I love going to shows in Chicago because the energy is always turned up to the max. They had said that they never get reactions like that in Asia so it was really unexpected. Which made my heart hurt a little bit. They deserve so much love and affection. And you could tell how much our reaction meant to them. 

You could see it on their faces. I.M kept repeating that he would never forget that night. He said it probably 4 or 5 times. Kihyun would stare at the crowd with a huge smile on his face as we cheered so loudly. When they did their introductions Wonho definitely got the loudest reaction which made everyone in Monsta X smile. When someone down the line was introducing himself Wonho took off his jacket and the crowd ERUPTED and no one in Monsta X knew why until they saw that he had his jacket off. Jooheon asked us to cheer for Wonho’s muscles several times throughout the night. 

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE TIGHT WHITE PANTS THEY WERE ALL WEARING.

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Could Be Fun

Request: 16 and S.Coups!!

16) A party with your bias group ends with a game of seven minutes in heaven

Member: Seventeen’s S.Coups x Y/N

Type: Fluff


You clutched to the red solo cup Hoshi had pressed into your palm nearly two hours ago. You stirred the clear liquid within by flicking your wrist, watching the bubbles swirl with your every movement. You hated the way it smelled, but you sipped on it nonchalantly, trying to keep your mouth busy so you wouldn’t have to speak. 

Or do anything else with it. 

You heard a collective cheer sound from the living area as two more names were drawn from the jar Mingyu was holding. He and Jun had spent the better part of the evening scrawling guests’ names onto tiny slips of paper and depositing them into the jar, prepping for what they described to be “the most epic” game of seven minutes in heaven anyone had ever seen. 

You tilted your head, leaning up on your tiptoes to see Jeonghan being shoved toward the small closet where the boys’ kept their coats. A gaggle of girls floated behind him dragging a girl with a mint green pixie cut. Both were pushed into the closet where the door was promptly closed. Hoshi, the master of ceremonies, leaned against the door and signaled the time beginning for this round. 

You turned back around and leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath before you drank another swig from your cup. You looked up to the ceiling and closed your eyes, trying to remember exactly why you had agreed to show up to this party. Mingyu had blown up your phone, occasionally peppered in with a passive aggressive text from Wonwoo every now and again, but it was the call from Seventeen’s leader that really sold you.

You had known Seungcheol almost as soon as you had moved to Korea. You had attended some of the same classes in university and grew close as you had similar senses of humor and interests. It was only natural that you would become close with his members as well since they were constant pillars in his life. He was a devoted and busy leader to his group so you had grown apart at various points of your friendship, but you were always close with one member or another during the time in between. You were the group’s unofficial noona (as the spot of eomma was already taken.) 

When Seungcheol’s name had appeared on your phone’s lock screen, he had insisted that the party wouldn’t be a true party unless you had plans to attend. Somehow with his simple request, he had struck a chord within you that you weren’t even aware was there. 

And here you were.

You opened your eyes again just as you felt a small nudge against your arm. You looked down to see Dino breezing past you, a bag of chips in hand. 

“Sorry,” he hummed, his eyes wide. “Vernon and I needed snacks.” 

“Where have you guys been?” you questioned, taking another sip from your cup. “I’ve been here all day and haven’t noticed you at all.” 

“Playing monopoly,” Dino sighed, chewing on his lip. “With Joshua hyung…”

“He doesn’t approve of this, does he?” you chuckled, waving around at the party pulsing around you. 

“It’s not the party that bothers him,” he continued. “It’s the closet kissing game.”

You tried to stifle your laughter at Dino’s name for Seven Minutes in Heaven. “Ah, I see.”

“He wanted Seungkwan to play with us,” he hummed. “But you know how he is when the members pull out the karaoke machine.”

You looked over to the dining room where Jun had set up the karaoke station. Come to think of it, every time you had glanced in that direction, Seungkwan had been holding the mic and singing his heart out. Various party goers had come and gone, but one thing remained the same. Diva Boo was not giving up his spotlight. 

You turned back around as Dino gave a small wave and tiptoed back down the hallway, disappearing into one of the bedrooms where you heard a distinct click of a lock. You shook your head and laughed, pulling yourself up to slide onto the counter top. Maybe if you knocked, the boys could leave you a spot for the next round of Monopoly. 

You kicked your feet as you looked around the kitchen, eying up the snack selection. If it’s one thing the Seventeen boys knew how to do, it was to provide an impressive snack display. 

“Want a carrot?” Jihoon muttered as he stepped in front of you, picking at a vegetable plate. He chewed idly on a piece of broccoli before spinning around. “Maybe some celery?”

“You know me, I go to parties for the vegetable selection,” you grinned. “Having fun, Woozi?”

“Hardly,” he grumbled. “If you didn’t hear, I was the first one to get shoved in that closet. Ignoring the fact that it smells like a hamster’s cage, the girl I was paired with wouldn’t detach from my neck.”

He adjusted his turtleneck to show a large, dark, purple hickey glowing on his fairly pale skin. “My manager is going to kill me. And it’s not like it even felt good. I know she was nervous, but I would have been content with playing rock, paper, scissors for seven minutes to be honest. No one asked her to morph into an octopus and attack me.”

“Who was it?” you asked, wide eyed. 

“She didn’t even tell me her name,” Woozi sighed. “And she disappeared quickly thereafter. Probably to avoid assault charges.”

You laughed and leaned forward, reaching around Woozi to grab a carrot. “The night could always become more exciting.”

“Seven minutes is up!” Hoshi shouted, pounding on the door. He tugged it open to reveal a smirking Jeonghan and a blushing female. “How’d it go?”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Jeonghan said smoothly as he sauntered out of the closet. The girl with the mint hair groaned as she shuffled off into the opposite direction, her hands covering her face. 

“Yah, what a showoff,” Woozi clucked from beside you, shaking his head. He scrambled to sit on the countertop as well and began gnawing on a piece of celery. “Have you been chosen yet?”

“I didn’t let Mingyu put my name in,” you nodded. “He knows I would kill him.”

“Really? I could have sworn I saw-” Woozi began as Mingyu began to shout for everyone to quiet down. 

“Alright people,” MIngyu called out. “Let’s get one last couple in before we call it a night….we have…oh! Another Seventeen member! Please step up…our fearless leader, Choi Seungcheol!” 

A deep groan erupted from the corner of the room as Seungcheol was pulled to his feet and thrust in the direction of the closet Jeonghan had just emerged from. 

“And…Y/N!” 

You gasped as your head snapped around. Your pupils shook as you attempted to focus on Mingyu and give him the best death glare you could manage. 

“I thought you said you weren’t going to put my name in that stupid jar!” you argued just as Jun turned the corner and grasped your arm. 

“Mingyu may have said that, but I did not,” Jun chuckled. “Next time, get it on paper.”

“Yeah, and then you’d argue that I didn’t get it notarized,” you grumbled. You looked over to Coups, his cheeks bright as cherries. You didn’t want to make it seem as if you were displeased at the idea of being locked into the closet with him because that wasn’t the case. You were displeased by the idea of being locked in a closet in general, especially as a form of entertainment for the partygoers around you. Seungcheol’s comfort shouldn’t have to be compromised to make the party atmosphere more interesting. 

But you couldn’t get that argument out as Jun tugged you along and shoved you into the dark and damp closet. 

Coups was thrown in after you, the wood door slamming with a fair amount of strength. He stumbled forward, knocking you into the thick coats behind you. You were both breathing heavily, a mix of nerves and adrenaline, as you stood chest to chest. You were very aware of his body heat and heart pounding just a few inches from yours. 

“Am I standing on top of shoes?” you whispered. 

“Hold on,” Coups sighed. You could hear shuffling noises as he fumbled around in the darkness. Finally you heard the click of him tugging on the pull string to the lamp. “Yes, those are shoes.”

“You had to confirm?” you chuckled. “Don’t you live here?”

“Not in the closet,” he muttered, looking around with a wince. 

Your eyes traced across Seungcheol’s jaw slowly, across his cheekbones and down his nose. Your breathing grew more shallow as you continued to look at him. He really was handsome. It was amazing how when forced into situations like these, you started subconsciously seeing people differently. 

You chewed on your lip as you continued to look at him, curious if he saw you as a sister or as a friend…or if there was anything more. He kept his eyes averted, busy counting the coats behind you. 

“Are you having fun?” you asked after a few moments of silence.

“Right now or in general?” he chuckled, a warm smile on his face. His eyes finally lowered, meeting yours for the first time. 

“We hear an awful lot of talking in there!” Mingyu shouted, pounding his fist on the opposite side of the door. 

“Aigoo, won’t you be quiet,” Coups shouted back, giving a half hearted knock on your side. He turned back to you and shook his head. “I’m sorry about them. I knew you wanted to keep your name out of this.”

“And you did too,” you whispered. “I heard you pull Jun aside.”

“Mingyu told me I should’ve gotten the agreement in writing,” Coups clucked. “I can’t wait to get that beanstalk in the practice room tomorrow. He’s going to dance until his knee caps fall off.”

“That’s an interesting body part to fall off,” you giggled. “I surely thought his feet would go first.” 

“He’s got weak knees,” Seungcheol muttered. “You should try getting a piggyback ride from him sometime. Falls right over.” 

You chuckled, leaning back into the coats. Your foot slipped as you moved, your ankle bending around one of the boots you were precariously teetering on. Bouncing from the coats behind you and attempting to regain your footing, you fell forward, placing your hands on Seungcheol’s chest to steady yourself. 

“Are you alright?” he whispered, patting down a stray hair now at his eye level. You nodded as you pushed from him, but he kept you held close. “We only have a few more minutes in here…um…we should probably you know…at least mess up our hair or something? Make it look like something happened?” 

“Why play into it?” you hummed, your face only inches from his. “You’ve never been one to give into pressure.”

“Well…it’s kind of fun,” he nodded. “Throw away your inhibitions and kiss someone because the universe happened to match up your names randomly.”

“I’d hardly call Mingyu the universe,” you chuckled with a wink. 

Aigoo,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“So what you’re saying is…it would be fun if we kissed…because you believe fate made MIngyu pick our names out?” you asked, lifting your brows. 

“When you say it like that…” Coups grumbled, looking down to his feet. You instinctively placed your fingers on his jaw, lifting up his face to force him to look at you again. 

“It could be fun,” you whispered carefully with a small nod. Seungcheol’s eyes snapped forward to stare into yours, a slow smile pulling at the corner of his lips. 

“You think?” he hummed, his voice barely louder than a breath. 

“I think,” you nodded. Seungcheol’s lips hovered before yours for a moment before he placed them cautiously on yours. His movements were tender and sweet, filled with a rawness you weren’t prepared for. He reached up slowly, cupping your face in his long fingers, keeping you still. You felt your cheeks growing hot as he held you, letting his lips tell you more than he ever really had. 

“Times up!” Hoshi shouted, yanking the door open. Coups quickly dropped his hands from your face and sprung backward. 

“You two…you two were kissing…?” Mingyu trailed off, his eyes wide as he looked back and forth between you and Coups. 

“Well, seeing as how you couldn’t see through this door,” Coups whispered, looking over to you with a wink. “Sounds like gossip to me.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hide the chuckle desperately trying to escape your mouth. You opened them again to focus on Seungcheol’s lips.

“My previous ability to see aside,” MIngyu continued, furrowing his brows. “I can see perfectly fine now and I’m pretty sure Y/N’s lipstick isn’t your shade…so why is it on your lips?” 

Seungcheol’s eyes grew wide as he looked to you and touched his lips gingerly. Mingyu grinned and leaned forward, patting Coups on the shoulder. “Nice try though.”

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Always // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: can you do jaehyun song based scenario with Disenchanted-MCR??

words: 3330

category: song rec + angst

warnings: attempted suicide + mentions of depression

author note: i couldn’t figure out this song so i looked up a bunch of theories and one was about depression, so i took that and ran with it. I’m a bit hesitant about this, since it’s a very serious topic and i don’t known if i did it justice. feel free to give me any constructive criticism if i didn’t portray depression correctly. please enjoy this anyway.

- destinee

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

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Crisis of Confidence

I’m having the worst time writing. Like many of us writers, I think that my writing is shit. When this happens, I turn to fan fiction. But even now, I’m dying over this.

So here’s a snippet. I normally wouldn’t do this, but I I’m posting an unfinished piece to see what people think. This is my first attempt at a Reader narrator, and I think that’s throwing me off. Thoughts?

Seth RollinsXReader

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You’re in the middle of a mixed tag team match. Your partner, Seth Rollins, currently had a choke hold on Chris Jericho. Charlotte glared at you from across the ring. You were the new number one contender to the women’s championship. The match was weeks away, but this would be the first time in months that you were paired against Charlotte. She was more than intimidating. You were determined not to let your fear show.

Jericho broke the choke hold, wiggling away from Seth quickly enough that he tagged in Charlotte. Because of the stupid rules, that meant you were in.

“You got this,” Seth said as you switched places.

You vaguely registered the fact that he was especially attractive when he was sweaty. The thought completely drifted away when you locked eyes with Charlotte.

Her smile was smug. And for good reason. You slowly circled each other. You felt like prey being stalked. The feeling didn’t sit well with you.

You attacked first.

In a blink, you were on the ground. Charlotte had the cover. You kicked out at two.

You scrambled away on your butt. You needed to focus. You needed this win.

“Get up, dammit,” Seth yelled.

You growled in general annoyance. Using the ropes as leverage, you pulled yourself to your feet.

You could do this.

You charged Charlotte, grabbing her around her middle. The crowd roared as you flipped her over your head in a suplex. You hooked her leg.

Jericho broke the cover by dragging you away by your leg. You flailed, kicking at him. Seth appeared, superkicking Jericho, who let you go as he fell.

Fuming, you started kicking Jericho’s middle.

“Whoa, whoa,” Seth grabbed you by your middle and dragged you, flailing, away from Jericho. His bare chest was slick and warm against your back. For a moment, you didn’t hate the skimpy sports bra you were wearing.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You elbowed him in the stomach, rolling away when he dropped you. You turned on him, fuming. He was bent over, clutching his stomach. “I don’t need your help!”

When he straightened, his face was set in anger. He started to say something, but you pushed him as hard as you could. The crowd reacted with “oooh”s.

Seth barely budged. His jaw clenched as he glared at you.

Then an arm was around your middle and Charlotte pulled you into a small package. Surprised, you didn’t react in time.

One, two, three.

The bell clanged and Charlotte let you go.

You covered your face with your hands. Once more, you let your temper get the best of you.

When you opened your eyes, Seth was standing over you. His hands were clenched into fists.

“What was that?” He demanded.

You slowly climbed to your feet and ignored him. Charlotte and Jericho were already down the ramp, celebrating their victory. You watched them, angry and defeated.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, I’m talking to you.” Seth’s voice suddenly came over the arena. You turned to find him with microphone in hand. “What’s wrong with you? You claim to be a fighter, huh? You’re the best thing to happening to the women’s division, huh?”

Without a microphone, you raise your chin, glaring at him the best you could.

“You’re nothing but a pain in the ass. A whiney little girl.”

Your anger boiled. You stomped over to Seth. He didn’t move when you pushed at him again. Damn his strength.

You grabbed the microphone out of his hand. “I’m a pain in the ass?! That’s rich, coming from the cockiest jerk in the company. Tell me, Seth, when was the last time you won a match when it mattered? Huh, ‘champ?’ When push comes to shove, at the end of the day, you can’t. Get. It. Up.” The crowd went crazy at that.

You dropped the mic at his feet. In your haze of hurt and anger, you made the stupid mistake of staring at him and taking a step closer. The look on his face was dangerous. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to take his brand of shit anymore.

That’s when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. Then his mouth was on yours and your head was spinning and the crowd was roaring or was that the blood in your ears?

You kissed him back because damn if you haven’t thought about it. And like everything else, he knew what he was doing.

He broke the kiss first. His self centered smirk turned your passion back into rage.

Two can play this game.

Bracing yourself with his shoulders, you jumped up, pulling his face back down to yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The bastard held you as if you weighed nothing.

Then you maneuvered so your legs were at his shoulders and your head was near the ground. And you threw him in a hurricanrana.

You left him, stunned, in the middle of the ring.

Everyone stared at you backstage but no one talked to you. You stormed into the women’s locker room and punched one of the metal lockers. The wrap around your knuckles numbed the pain.

“You ok?”

You looked up. Bayley, Nia, and Sasha were in the locker room. You didn’t even know that they were still here.

“Peachy.” Your cutting tone proved that you weren’t so peachy. You swung another punch at an open locker. It slammed shut with a satisfying bang.

The door to the locker room swung open. You glared at the entrant.

Seth FREAKIN Rollins. With his bare chest and his drying hair and his god damn arms.

“Get out,” he growled, casting a glance at the three other women.

You ignored everything around you as they left. You started unwrapping your knuckles, really pulling at the tape.

“What the fuck was that?”

You continued ignoring Seth, turning your back on him. One hand was free from the tape. You worked on the other hand.

“Don’t fucking turn your back to me.” His hand on your shoulder. It took all your effort to not flip him over your shoulder. Or try, anyway. You knew he only sold that hurricanarra because it would look cool, because the audience would pop, because his reputation could take it.

That pissed you off even more.

But you let him spin you around. You slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch me, Rollins,” you said.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, right at the root. “You don’t talk to me like that.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

He leaned in so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His hair tickled your cheek. “Make. Me.” He whispered, his breath hot against your neck.

You snaked your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp as you pulled tight, and tugged at his hair. Hard.

It surprised him enough that he released his hold.

You put a good five foot distance between the two of you. He was bigger, but you fought dirty. There was a reason most of the fans hated you.

“What is your problem?” You yelled.

“My problem?” He cackled there, that infuriating cackle. “Sweetheart, you’re the one with the problem.”

“Yeah, and that problem is named Seth Rollins.”

“Please.” He oozed attitude. “I’ve seen you look at me, babe. You’re just pissy because I won’t fuck you.”

Won’t. That one word hit you in the stomach like a bullet.

Won’t.

You weren’t like most of the women in the division. You didn’t care about looking sexy or being sexy or pretty or anything. You wore pants and boots, not cute bright ones like Bayley, but dark ones. You didn’t wear skimpy tops. You wore sports bras and a tank top. Your hair wasn’t long and curled. You kept it shoulder length and out of your face in two french braids. You were here to kick ass. To dominate. To show them that the women could be just as good as the men.

But it worked too well.

Because even Seth Rollins won’t look your way twice.

You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes but you refused to cry, especially not in front of him.

Instead, you ripped off the last of the tape from around your hands.

And somehow your anger grew even more.

“Why did you kiss me in the middle of the ring, then?” You asked. Calmly. Too calmly.

Smug. Egotistical. You needed a thesaurus to describe his smirk. “Because I needed to shut you up somehow.”

You smiled. But it was your crazy smile.

“So you’re a tease,” you said.

“I’m not a tease.”

You sigh. “Then I was right. You really can’t get it up.”

He laughed. “This is your plan? This is how you’re trying to seduce me?”

“Rollins, if I were trying to seduce you, you’d be on your back and I’d be sitting on your face.”

“I don’t think so.”

You stepped toward him. “Is that a challenge?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping closer to you.

“Why?”

You were chest to chest now.

“Because,” his lips hovered over yours. “I’d have to be interested.”

Your breath hitched as his lips grazed yours, soft, barely there. More like a whisper than a kiss.

“And I’m not.” His heat was gone suddenly. You blinked, unable to focus for a moment. When you did, he was smirking again, across the room, arms folded, biceps bulging. Then he was turning, walking away, leaving.

“What?” You asked. Everything was confusing for a moment. He had that effect on you.

“I said,” he spelled it out slowly, as if your english wasn’t too good. “I’m not interested in you.”

And then he was gone. Final words and all.

You tugged at the last of the wrist wraps and pretended that your eyes weren’t blurry with tears.

Return To Me

Emma Swan is dying. Her last remaining hope is a heart-transplant, and those aren’t easy to come by. But, as luck would have it, fate finds her worthy, and on a stormy autumn night, Emma is given a second chance at life.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Boston hospital, Killian Jones has been devastated by the sudden loss of his wife.

Inspired by the 2000 film of the same title with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny.

Author Note: Shout out to my home girls @welllpthisishappening and @bleebug for looking this over for me and being soundboards for my gushing feelings. They’re awesome.

Find on A03 here.

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Chapter One.

“Care to dance, captain?”

Killian had been staring at his wife, not bothering to hide the adoring expression on his face. She’d noticed. For her part, Milah found it sweet. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, crow’s feet well-earned throughout the seven years they had been together, and nothing made her heart leap quite like the smile that reached all the way to her husband’s eyes.

He rose, gave a slight bow, and extended a hand to her. “It would be my honor, m'lady,” he said, and she laughed, shaking her head at his theatrics. She took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor, where a dozen couples were already swaying serenely along to an old, sweet love song.

The Boston marina had been decorated exquisitely, hardly an expense spared, for the gala that evening. Museum heads, entrepreneurs and business executives alike had all been invited to the black-tie event, whether they had donated in the past or potentially would in the future, in hopes of raising both funds and awareness for the ship restoration program Killian manned. It was his passion, and this gala was the highlight of his year, as far as his career was concerned.

His eyes flit around the room, trying to make out the faces scattered throughout the immense ballroom to see if he recognized anyone. The turnout was phenomenal. This was fortunate for him, as most of the funding for the grandiose event had come out of Killian and Milah’s own pockets. But, by the looks of things, it had been well worth it.

The marina, as expected, held a pristine view of the harbor and sea. The wall facing the ocean was nearly all window, from floor to ceiling, and as night had fallen, the effect was absolutely mesmerizing. A lighthouse in the distance flashed, and the moon cast its white light over the water, the dark waves nearly as beautiful as the stars looming over it.

Most of the lights had dimmed after dinner, once the dancing began. Only the grand, ornate hanging chandeliers spread throughout the ballroom were lit now, casting a warm glow over the guests as the dance floor began to fill.

Milah was a sucker for this sort of music, those crooning, golden voices that seemed to capture an entire era and take their listeners back to a simpler time. It made her melt, and Killian was fully aware of this. The song playing faded into one they both knew well, and Milah couldn’t help the happy little sigh that escaped her as Killian began to sing along softly for only her to hear.

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michael clifford + mgc / smut

>synopsis ~ michael was the boy who played at the pubs down the road, you were the girl who wouldn’t stop thinking about him
>requested ~ nope
>word count ~ 4.2k
requests are sent in here // masterlist

Michael Clifford was an esoteric boy.

He sat on the pavement beside one of the oldest book shops in town, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a book nearly as tattered as the shop it came from balanced in his hand. He had hair too blond to be natural, and eyes too beautiful to be ignored. When it rained, he headed inside the shop, and leaned up against one of the bookshelves. He was never away from the music section, unless he ambled over towards the section of beliefs and was reading a book with something to do with astrology – or was it worldwide beliefs? You were never sure, it was either one of them, though. He never looked up from between the pages, unless it was to let one of the employees know that no, he doesn’t plan on standing there the whole day, although he really does.

How did you know? You went to that book shop every day. At first, you weren’t very sure about that strange boy who never left the front of the shop. But, word got around quick, and despite you being so new to town, it was only a matter of two weeks for you to hear about Michael Clifford. It wasn’t much of hate-filled rumours, but more of him being one of the few people in your dull town that actually did something – music. Every regular at the downtown pub – which was, quite frankly, pretty much everyone – knew him and his famous open mics. Unlike the other performers, he never spoke to the crowd, or tried to crack jokes to break the ice. His music and strums across the guitar were enough for everyone, and he ended every night with a bow, and blowing a two-fingered kiss to the crowd which had all the girls swooning. You went to his show one day, and you weren’t sure if anyone noticed the kiss was rather sarcastic – his approach to making fun of every pop heartthrob there was. You went back there every Friday after that, but found your relief for curiousity when you found him at the bookshop near your house.

It wasn’t that much of a secret you had a crush on this Michael Clifford guy, and although you tell yourself time and time again you’re just one of the many girls, there’s a part of your heart that swelled at the very thought of just being with him – holding his hand, touching him, being the true reason he blows kisses to the crowd. Not only the superficial romance, either – you wanted to know when he wrote all the songs he performed. You wanted to know what his first guitar was, and how he started playing, and how long for. You wanted to ask him why he always came to the book shop, and what did he know about astrology and worldwide beliefs. You wanted to hear how his voice might sound as he spoke to you, how it might sound when saying your name. You would twist around in bed just thinking of him, a schoolgirl crush by a girl who just finished school.

When you next saw him at the book shop, he still remained reading beside the beliefs section, his hands around a book titled Planets in Transit. Swallowing, you loitered beside him, pretending to scan some of the books laid out before you. Your fingers trailed across the covers, until they reached where his back leaned against the shelf, obscuring the rest of the titles. You raised your eyebrows to him, not sure what you were hoping for him to do. Look at you? Speak to you? Have an epiphany and suddenly think you’re gorgeous? He didn’t even glance up from his book when he mumbled ‘sorry’ and moved from your way. Disappointed, you sighed, turning your head to the books he uncovered. Picking up a book, you read through it. Something about astrology, you already knew. Looking up at him, you sigh, mustering the courage to talk to him.

“Hey,” you said bluntly, this time making him look up from his book with an incredulous expression.

He glanced from you to his book. “Hey?”

The embarrassment hit you like a truck. He must’ve seen the flush on your face as he smiled to himself, shaking his head and closing his book. You saw that as a chance to continue your conversation, despite wanting to dig yourself a whole and bury yourself. “Yeah. Hey. How are you? Where do you plan on playing your next gig?”

He frowned, turning around and putting his book back. “Oh. So that’s what this is about.”

Quizzical, you stepped forwards. “What?”

There was a pause, and he tapped the book he just put on the shelf. “You’re only talking to me because I’m ‘that guy who performs at the pub’, not because you’re genuinely interested in me.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m so done with people doing that.”

Scoffing, you crossed your arms. “You think I’d waste my time like that? Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that famous.”

His eyes met yours. Your response obviously took him back, as he began to stand straighter, clearing his throat and standing back to scan the bookshelves. You immediately think what you said was a mistake, that you were supposed to be kind for your first impression, and your heart leapt into your throat. You didn’t face him, and started to walk out of the beliefs section. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Of course not, you’re not the type of girl to waste your time,” he told you, and you stopped, still not facing him. Your fingers loosened their fists, and you heard him approach you. “My presumption was obviously wrong, then.”

“Rather.” You pressed your lips into a line, this time, spinning on your heel to look at him. Bravely, you lifted your gaze to his, which held much amusement to your interaction with him. The annoyance burned out, and you sighed, crossing your arms and looking back at the bookshelf. “So, I take it you don’t enjoy talking about the only thing there is for you to take pride in?”

Laughing, he raised his eyebrows, clearly charmed by your moody character. “Who said music is the only thing I take pride in?”

“Well, I’m assuming. It seems like we’re both rather good at that, doesn’t it?”

He gave you a smile, which, you hated to admit, made your heart flutter. Attempting to hide your flushed face, you stalked off into the fiction section, picking out a random book and hiding yourself behind it. He followed you there, and touched your shoulder, leaving you burning a brighter red than you thought you would. Taking the book from yourself, you stared up at him, toeing your shoes on the ground. You had no idea why you were suddenly so confident towards him, but it all came crashing back down into a sea of regret and embarrassment.

“You’re quite interesting, if I may say so myself,” he remarked. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so pretty with such a sharp tongue.”

You clasped your hands to stop them from trembling. “Well, that’s one I’ve never got before.”

“You’ve never been called pretty?”

“Oh, I’ve been called pretty lots,” you lied, “and I’ve been told I have a sharp tongue. Just never in the same sentence.”

“Why might that be?”

“Most boys don’t really enjoy admitting that a girl who has a quicker wit than them is pretty.”

Impressed, he leaned his shoulder against the bookshelf, and watched you rummage around the books and scan the blurbs fake intently. He didn’t think of you as much, at first, but it was your mind that stirred him – the quick responses, the comebacks, the flare in your eyes when he questioned you. Promptly after he saw just how smart you were, he saw the beauty lying within you as well, making him forget a moment when he saw you as ordinary. He gave you a measured look, then stepped closer towards you. Swallowing, you kept your gaze on the books.

“So, pretty girl, what’s your name? Or would you rather me keep calling you ‘pretty girl’?” He bit his lip.

'Pretty girl’ does sound fitting, but my name’s Y/N.” You tapped your foot beside the bookshelf. “What’s your name?” You looked at him, tease playing in your eyes.

He chuckled. “Don’t act like you don’t know my name. You’re the one who approached me.”

“Oh, okay, Mitchell, was it?” she said, and he rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Michael, what else is there to know about you, other than the fact that you’re a self centred musician who plays at open mics at the pub down the road?”

Shaking his head, he licked his lips, which you couldn’t help but to glance down at. Jutting his chin towards the door, he told you, “come on a walk with me, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“Where will we be going?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“I can’t go with you, then.” You turned back to the books, pretending to not care whether he leaves without you, or not.

“What a stubborn girl.” He lowered his lashes, then lifted them to catch a glimpse of you once again. “We’re going to the park beside the pub. I wanna play guitar for you.”

You waved your hand around the area. “Where’s your guitar?”

“Ah.” He began out of the door, holding it open for you to follow him. “That’s something I can’t tell you, yet.”


Turns out, he had his guitar kept in the back of the pub, seeing how often he went. You both remained in the field, you lying down amongst the grass, and him sitting cross legged beside you, tuning each of the strings while watching your chest rise and fall as you breathed. He couldn’t understand how he was so attracted to you in such a short time – just by seeing how you acted, the way you spoke, it was enough for him to be smitten. You reached up and played with your hair, accidentally pushing it over your eyes. He pushed it away, and you gave him a surprised raise of eyebrows.

“I should at least be able to see your face, shouldn’t I, pretty girl?”

“I was afraid I would take your breath away if you stared any longer.” You bit your lip as he watched you, strumming a chord distractedly.

“It’s a risk I’d be happy to take,” he told you, and you looked up at the clouds, until you saw from your sideview that he had taken out a cigarette box. Catching your stare while picking out a cigarette, he rose an eyebrow. “You smoke?” Setting the it between his teeth, he looked down, cupping a hand around it and lighting it. Smoke breathed out through his mouth.

“I could.” Leaning up, you took the cigarette from his mouth, and took a drag. He watched your lips as they blew out smoke, and took it back from you, inhaling and blowing it away from your face. You grinned. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“You don’t know a lot about me.”

“So tell me.”

Sitting back on the grass, he balanced his guitar on his lap. “Well, you already know my name. I’m eighteen years old, and the one thing I want to do more than anything in this world is to become a musician. I, if not made obvious, have the dying need to matter in this world.” He played some barre chords across the neck, keeping the cigarette in his mouth. His words were mumbled around it. “I grew up in a house with me, my mum, and my dad, and we were a rather economically unlucky family. But we loved each other a lot. We still do. We own the pub, which is why I perform there so much.”

You smiled up at him, nodding for him to continue.

“I dye my hair. Too much, in fact. It was red last month, blue the month before, black the month before.”

“Isn’t black hard to dye out?”

“My point exactly.” He inhaled another drag. “I love – or as you would say it – 'believe’ in astrology. It helps me explain things, and it helps me make sense of things I usually wouldn’t. It lets me understand people and just, I don’t know, get a head start on them.”

“That’s cheating.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re getting to know someone without actually getting to know them.”

He laughed. “You could say that.” Reaching over, he pushed your hair behind your ear. “What about you, pretty girl? What is there to know about you?”

You tilted your head. “That wasn’t apart of the deal.”

“I just made it apart of the deal.”

Biting your lip, you sat up, eyes flittering towards his mouth. He caught you, and set his palm on the side of your face, nearing you closer. You could’ve kissed him, right then, but stopped yourself.

“That’s another story for another day,” you said gently, and pecked his bottom lip, barely feeling anything other than its chapped surface and his sharp intake of breath.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “If I take you somewhere else, somewhere quieter, will you follow me?”

“What would we be doing, in that 'somewhere else’?” You pulled away from him slowly, gauging his reaction.

“Everything you want us to.”

You took his hand, and he stood up picking up his guitar as you followed him out of the park and around the short walk to the back door of the pub. He said hello to a rosy woman wearing an apron, laugh lines around her mouth, and a head of greying blonde hair working at the counter of the pub. You assumed her to be his mother, and gave her a warm smile while he introduced you to a couple people, before setting his guitar in the back and taking you up a winding staircase to the upper floor. It was a storey of rooms, and he lead you to the first bedroom on the right, the door covered in band stickers. Opening it, he walked in, and you were surprised at how tidy it was – books tucked neatly into all the shelves, bed neatly made, a desk stacked with textbooks, it all seemed rather unlikely for his appearance.

“Is this the part where you kiss me?” you mumbled as he pushed you up against his shut door, your arms around his shoulders while his hands found your waist.

“How did you know?” He leaned over, and his mouth met yours in a hot kiss.

You sighed, the revelation of the day’s tension wearing off for each kiss you shared. He took your wrists and pinned them to the door above your head, leaving you helpless beneath him as he pressed his lips down your neck. Closing your eyes, you felt him hitch up your shirt, setting his cool hand on your waist before releasing your arms and lifting it up, waiting for you to pull it over your head. His green eyes were dark, and met yours in apprehension that made you blush just noticing. You took your top off, throwing it on the floor and tugging him close to you once again, but he stopped you, staring down your body.

“The body of an angel,” he marvelled, his fingers running from your collarbone to the curve of your breast. “Fucking hell, I want to touch you so badly.”

You smirked, pulling the string of your skirt and letting it fall to the floor. You remained standing in your white underwear, with Michael centimetres from you with his arm resting right beside your head. He stroked your thighs, letting his palm slide between them and edge around your clothed core. You inhaled, grasp moving to his arm and trying to move him closer to you. Not complying, he grinned, lowering his eyes and kissing you. His lips were always warm, and fitted along yours perfectly. Your hands messed his hair, and he spun you around, walking you onto his bed before letting you fall back onto it. He pulled his shirt over his head, his blond hair sweeping over his forehead as he did so.

“Speaking of the body of an angel…” you said softly, and he smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. You sat up, and he pushed your bra strap from your shoulder, kissing the space he revealed for himself. “Michael…”

“I love how you sound saying my name.” He played with the cup around your breast, then unclipped your bra, tugging it off your shoulders and inclining close to you, his lips ghosting over yours. “You sound so sweet.”

The cold air in his room hit your nipples before his mouth met them. His tongue lapped at your tight nub, flicking his gaze up to yours to check your reactions. You breathed out, stroking his hair and arching your back so your chest drew more towards him. Your heart raced so hard, you were afraid he could hear it, so relief washed over you when he pushed you gently back onto the bed, his fingers moving your underwear down and running over your clit. You could barely believe that the boy you saw walking across the stage at the pub every week finally knew who you were, calling you 'pretty girl’ just because he knew you secretly liked it.

Propping himself up beside you on his elbow, he ran his hand down your stomach, a shiver residing your skin. The pad of his middle finger circled your clit, while his hand parted your thighs wider, so your leg was draped over his hip. You sighed at his touch, dropping your head to the side and closing your eyes, inhaling the scent of his naked chest beside your face. You could faintly hear the sound of all the diners in the pub downstairs, and the clatter of cups, but you were already lost in Michael’s heavy breaths, and the soft whimpers leaving your mouth every moment he picked his pace up on your clit. Straying it, he moved to your core, running a finger up before pushing it in. He set a hand on your lower belly, feeling how it rose as you took in a breath.

“Shit…” you said under your breath, and he curled his fingers, your heart leaping in delight. “God, you’re good at this.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in close, catching your mouth in a kiss and slipping his finger between your folds. You melted back into the mattress, lips hanging off his as you moaned into his chest, digging your nails into his soft skin. He smiled into your hair. “You’re so responsive, baby.” Proving his point, he slammed his finger into you and curled around your G-Spot, making you quiver and bite your lip, nose nudging a birth mark below his collarbone.

You could feel his knuckles brush the inside of your thighs through each pump he left from his finger, slowly sliding another in and stretching you out the slightest bit. Your eyes fluttered open, and you caught him gazing at you, his lidded eyes staring at you while his lip was bit between his teeth. You struggled to keep your regard on him, and when he picked up his pace, you submitted to darkness once again, whining into his chest and grinding your hips up. Reaching down, you ran your fingers over his wrist, trying to feel how he moved when he touched you. Your stomach tightened, and you moaned, digging your nails into the bed. The sound of his fingers moving into you was enough to make you even wetter. He pulled out completely, and you watched him kneel up on the bed, taking your hand so you followed suit. You sat in front of him, lips flushed, naked, and hair messy over your tired eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, looking at you a while longer before unbuckling his jeans, just the sound perking you up a little more. He pulled them off his legs and kicked them on the floor, leaving him in his grey boxers with a semi bumped underneath it. He palmed himself, the sight of you making him harder. “Do you wanna suck my cock, Y/N? Hmm?” You nodded, but that didn’t suffice for him. Taking your head in his free hand, he put his thumb in your mouth, dragging it across your bottom lip. “I want you to say it. I want to hear you say it.”

Please let me suck your cock, Michael,” you said, eyes locked on him. He moved his thumb from your mouth and hooked it into his boxers, shifting them down so his member sprung up. You wrapped your hands around him immediately, gazing up at him in gratitude. He stared back at you with his lashes lowered, lip between his teeth as you turned back to his length. He was bright red at the tip, a vein running down his thickness. “Fuck.”

He hummed, stroking your shoulder. “I can’t wait for your mouth, Y/N,” he said, the catch in his voice letting you know he was growing impatient waiting.

Smiling you, pumped him a few times, the warmth of him in your fist stirring your stomach. Leaning over, you flattened your tongue against him, licking all the way up to the tip before popping your mouth over him. He took in a sharp breath, and you took more of him, slowly moving down to his base before moving back up again. The mattress creaked as he reeled, gripping onto the bed frame to keep himself balanced. You pulled away from him, wiping the saliva from your chin and touching his glistening shaft, before wrapping your warm lips around him once again. Flicking your eyes up, you met his gaze, dragging your tongue to his base and flicking it along the soft skin of his. He groaned, throwing his head back as your mouth ran over him, back to the tip. Your hot breath along his erection made him grip the headboard until his knuckles were white, and he exhaled when you swirled your tongue around him once again.

“Oh, my fucking God,” he muttered, and pushed your hair away from your face once your mouth was around him once again. He held you in place, bucking his hips up between your lips. He hissed through his teeth. “I love fucking that little mouth of yours, baby. You’re makin’ me feel amazing.”

He pulled out, running his tip along your bottom lip. You looked up at him. “Michael, I’d hate to sound impatient, but would it be so hard for you to fuck me into this mattress? Like, right now?”

He chuckled. “Turn around, Princess. I wanna take you from behind.” You did as told, your forearms pressed against his bed. Staring at his wall, you anticipated for him to do something – anything – to rid the ache between your legs. His grip found your hips and he slid his cock between your thighs, filling you up completely. You both tensed, for a minute, and he stayed still for a moment. “Oh, shit, you’re so tight.”

You hummed, leaning into his pillow, grinding your hips onto his as he adjusted. He began to thrust into you, letting you feel every inch of him touching you. Gasping, you scratched at the bed sheets, and dropped your forehead onto his pillow when his finger moved around to rub your clit. It was wet with his own saliva, which made your thighs shake. You could hear the screech of a microphone from the pub downstairs, and you thought how Michael would usually be performing right around now. Instead, he fucked into you while you lay in his bed, whimpering and your body begging for him to continue. You both were a mix of heavy breaths, his mouth blowing hot air onto your naked spine. He went to whisper something, but it caught in his throat as he felt you clench around him, and you were trembling by then, too.

“Oh, baby,” he maundered into your hair. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“M-me too.” You ran your hand along Michael’s arm, which still stayed wrapped around you. His fingers were drawing lazier around your clit, but you were still on the edge. Glancing down, you kept your palm resting above his tattoos. You took in a broken gasp, shutting your eyes. “M-m-michael, I-I…” You cut off with a loud moan, voice cracking and fists tightening into your palms.

He followed after, gripping bruises into your waist and staying inside you for a moment after his climax. You could feel him whole, and had an aching emptiness when he pulled out, landing next to you on the mattress. You lay on your front, too tired to move. His warm fingers pushed your hair behind your ear.

“So, pretty girl,” he whispered, “I hope this isn’t the last time I see you.”

Silence Please! [EraserMic]

A/N: YESYESYEssss I only started shipping them more and more during the time that this prompt remained in my list and I didn’t attempt to write it yet. Now that I ship it on full level let’s see what I can make of it.

There’s a small reference to this ShinDeku fic but no need to read it at all<3 ;3 btw I had no idea how to refer to Present Mic but I found his first name Hizashi was most used (at least in my search results of fics and stuff) so I decided to stick with that. 

Summary: Of all people Hizashi is probably least fit to be on library surveillance duty. Aizawa likes to prove that to him, the stubborn little shit he is!

Word Count: 1471


“Silence please! SILENCE PLEASE!” Hizashi roared excitedly at the quietly chattering students, and he watched them shuffle back to their seats. He reordered the books they had been checking and he hummed happily. Library duty, the best thing ever. Not only did he enjoy radio and TV. 

He liked books as well. Plain old traditional books, and eager (and not so eager) students hobbling through the narrow rows and browsing the shelves, and chasing after them when they were making too much noise. Such good times.

“What on earth are you doing here, Mic?” Hizashi looked up to see Aizawa glare at him, eyes peeking out from above his bandage- collar, and he himself grinned like a cheshire cat upon seeing his gloomy colleague.

“Oh just on library surveillance duty! What are you doing here then, Eraserhead?” he replied as he gracefully put the books back into place. Aizawa sniffed mockingly and rolled his eyes.

“Whoever put you here is just as crazy as you are. You’re probably the loudest one here and causing the most ruckus. I could hear your stupid voice from outside the library, which was why I came here.” Hizashi laughed loudly at this and hopped towards the next row of book shelves.

“Ahaha! You heard my beautiful voice and came to see me! How nice,” he chirped, and he felt a rush of excitement when Aizawa came after him.

“Not exactly. I came to take over. You’re too loud for a place like this,” Aizawa muttered as he stalked after him, but Hizashi shrugged carelessly and made his way through the valley of books. 

“No, I can do this. You are wrong. I can be quiet.” Present Mic held his finger in front of his lips and smirked, but Aizawa returned the smirking-favor as he pulled down his collar and looked at him with a certain glint in his eyes.

“Can you though?” Hizashi was too late to detect the teasing, mischievous way he spoke, and he stumbled against the bookshelves as Aizawa made a leap in his direction. 

Hyah!” Hizashi fell forward but was caught by Aizawa and pinned against the books, their bodies unbearably close and his breath got stuck in his throat.

“E-eh. Yes…?” He was a bit confused as he looked at Aizawa’s face that was now very up close. Aizawa then tore his gaze away for a brief moment as he scanned the quiet row before he looked back at Hizashi’s nervous eyes.

“Wasn’t this where you caught two students before?” he asked, and Hizashi gulped when he felt Aizawa’s fingers digging into his sides. Was he doing this consciously though?

“Hngh! Before I got hypnotized? Yes. You heard about that?!” Aizawa slammed one hand over his mouth and leaned in, that awful smirk still covering his face.

“Everyone did. Everyone heard what a silly dork you are, and now, you are still being loud. I dare you to shut up for at least five minutes and I’ll leave your precious library to you.” Hizashi gaped at his friend like an idiot.

“F-five minutes? I can do that.” He wasn’t sure why he was sounding so nervous and unsure about it though.

“We’ll see about that.” Hizashi was reminded of five fingers resting on his side the moment Aizawa dug in, and he greedily gasped for breath while he tried to control his voice.

“HAghh – h-hey!” he hissed, but Aizawa strictly shook his head and Hizashi shoved both his hands in his own face to shut himself up. Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God. 

“So, Mic…” Hizashi turned his head away and frantically snorted in his hands as he continued to be tickled, and Aizawa leaned closer and ended up whispering against his neck:

“Are you still ticklish?” Fuck fuck fuuuuck, abort mission! This man was a devil! He heavily shook his head and felt himself drool in his own hands. Anything but that! Aizawa now used both hands to grab his sides, and he made a frantic bow and fell partly against him as he shook with held back laughter.

“Looks like you are,” Aizawa snickered, and Hizashi made an ugly sobbing noise as he felt those assaulting fingers urge his loud voice to come out and laugh the whole library to a mess.

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Big Cat, Lil Cat

I wrote this (my first ever fanfiction) for @omgsuchegobang ​ ‘s Fluff Me To Death Challenge. I hope it’s not too much of a disastrous first attempt. Here we go!

Rating: G

Words: 679

Barry’s phone vibrated on his desk. Picking it up, he saw that he had a text from Dan.

Hey, can you edit the footage we just recorded?

Barry frowned at his phone in confusion as he typed out a response.

Sure? Why didn’t you walk out here and ask me in person?

Dan’s response was almost immediate.

I’m kinda stuck here right now. I’ll explain later.

Barry shrugged and pulled up the footage on his computer. 


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I Forgive You (Mino x Reader)

Requested by anon. This is my first Song Minho scenario so I am superd hyped for that. Enjoy!

Originally posted by kyuunqsoo

When you got in YG as a trainee you were a hopefull 18 year old, full of life and confidence. You were very sure about your success, thank god for your mom who taught you to always be strong and work for everything. For two entire years you practised until you bleed, you sang your heart out, you were always the fastest to catch up to a choreography, the first one to walk in the studio and the last one to leave. 

The coaches noticed that and they decided to give you a personal mentor, a person that would guide you and someone that had already got a taste in fame, you would be in safe hands. Well, that’s what you thoughtWhen you got informed that your mentor was the famous Mino you almost jumped through the roof, he was a star and he knew the whole thing like the back of his hand.

 You thought he was going to be nice, like an older brother of some sort, a person that would be with you and help you stand on your own two feet, Instead of him making you stand on your feet, he was pretty much kicking you down. He always had something negative to say, “you were off key”, “you missed a step, "you need to work on your pronuctuation”, , “the choreography is messed up”, “you’re not trying hard enough”, “you need to focus”. 

He knew he was crossing the line, but he honestly did not want to do this. Taking care of a trainee was not on his plans, you knew nothing about the struggles, he knew that ambitious smile and the eyes full of hope all too well, you would be crushed so he might as well do you a favour and do it now. 

He didn’t pay attention to you, until one time where he was about to leave and saw you dancing and singing again and again. He noticed how gracefully you moved your arms, how soft your voice could be but also how strong and booming you can make it, how you focused on the sweaty figure in the mirror, your eyebrows furrowing. He realised how much you wanted this, he also realised how beautiful you looked, your strong figure full of muscles, some people would say it was too much but you looked beautiful, every single muscle on your body was putting in the work, that showed determination. He liked that

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He started seeing the difference. You didn’t smile anymore when you walked in, you didn’t ask questions, you didn’t try to reason with him, you became a little robot that listened to his words and did whatever it was told. He broke you and he should be happy, that’s what he wanted to do, make you see that it’s not easy and the world doesn’t taste like peaches.

 If that was true then why did he feel so bad? He missed the annoying questions, that stupid bright smile, now you were just blank.“Alright, that’s as much as you can do.  I got to go, close the lights"He said and picked his back. he wasn’t going to leave, he just wanted to see what you were going to do. Like always, you turned the music up and went through the choreography again, but he saw something different. 

You were so passionate before, now you focused on technique -like he told you to- you could feel the emotions while you sang, now it was just melodic and on key -like he told you to-. You did everything exactly like he told you to, but he didn’t like it. You also didn’t like it either. You were used to putting countless hours in and spending your whole day here, but now it was tiring. You kept going until you missed a step and fell down, you threw away the mic making a loud crushing sound and covered your face with your hands. You didn’t want this, you were tired, you were not good enough for this. All those thoughts made your head spin, as the tears runned donw your cheeks getting mixed with sweat.

He thought you just got tired, but then he saw your body jolt in sobs. You were crying, he had never seen you cry before, he had never even seen you sad, hearing your sobs was painfull to him. He couldn’t believe in his eyes, the strong happy girl was crying. Something took over him and made him walk in"What are you doing?

"You just turned your back to him, you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to dig a hole and cry, one of the reasons was him. He left his bag to the side and approached you, crouching down to your level and reaching out to touch your shoulder.

”(y/n) I asked you-“

"Leave me alone”

You managed to say. He was suprised by the amount of sassiness and the amount of pain he heard in your voice.

“Why are you crying?”

“Why do you care? You’ve made my life a living hell, all I wanted was to learn from you, I looked up at you. Now you made me like you, perfect at techinque but empty inside. Are you happy?”

“No”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. I thought you were a nice person, that you were willing to help me, but you becmae worst than any teacher. I hate you minho. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No”

He replied honestly. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, you were too tired to care so you just leaned in and cried on his chest, while he rubbed your back soothingly.

“I am sorry (y/n)”

“No, you were right. I am not meant for this life, look at me crying like a weak person”

“Don’t ever say that. You are one of the most passionate people I know, you are full of positivity, too much positivity that sometimes it even became annoying. I miss that annoying ambitious girl”

You let out a giggle at his words. He brought his hands to your cheeks and wiped away the tears slowly, althought they were replaced with new ones pretty quickly, so he wiped them away again.

“Little girl. Innocent little girl, why did you listen to me?”

He asked you. You looked at him confused, he just smiled and leaned in to give you a kiss on your sweaty forehead. It was the first time he showed affection to you.

“You were perfect, ready to take on the world. I just had to ruin it, I am sorry (y/n)”

He whispered against your skin. You pulled back and looked up at him, biting your lower lip.

“What are you talking about?”

“I was the stupid one. I thought that you were stupid for being so happy and hopefull, turns out I was the stupid one. I lost the spark you have, you still have that fire that every singer wants to have, the passion is pumping through your veins, your heart beats in the beat of your song. You are a singer, an idol, you are perfect”

He wanted to kiss you so bad. it was extremely hard for him to not do it, he couldn’t do that to you. You were just starting your career, he had already debuted. You were ready to go out there and make yourself known, he couldn’t hold you back. The public had already their eyes on him, if a scandal broke out it would crush both of you.

“Thank you Minho… I forgive you”

“I am supposed to say thank you. For reminding me what it’s like to be passionate and restless, you breathe and inhale music, don’t ever lose that. Promise me that”

“I promise”

“Good. Now wipe your tears and change your clothes and lets’ go, I’m buying you dinner”