this is making me laugh the longer i watch

Summary: Actress, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], and Harry Styles meet for the first time at the Oscars. The interviewer and cameras catch the undeniable spark.

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“Have You Met [Y/N]?”

It’s the night of the Oscars. Actors and actresses fill the red carpet, pausing for pictures and stopping by for interviews.

Harry Styles, amongst others, is one of the most anticipated guests of the night. His spectacular performance for his role as “Alex” in his first solo film, “Dunkirk”, earned him a nomination for “best actor in a supporting role.” The film itself is nominated for several categories.

“How are you feeling tonight, Harry?” an interviewer from E!News, Zuri Hall, asks.

“Great,” he responds, rubbing his hands together and bringing it to his lips. “’m very happy to be here.”

“You look dashing!” she exclaims.

“Thank you,” he responds, smiling politely.

“I love the suit. Who’s it by?” Zuri asks, eyeing his all black ensemble with a hint of glimmer.

“Alessandro Michele— Gucci,” he answers.

The interviewer smiles in admiration of the handsome gentleman standing before her in his designer suit. “You have had quite the year,” she tells him, “or couple of years, I should say. Your album topped the charts and now Dunkirk.”

Harry chuckles humbly, refusing to admit his continuous rise to success. He simply says, “It’s always an honor to work alongside such talented individuals and to be entrusted with such a responsibility— every day has been a good one. I can’t thank ev’ryone enough.”

“What will you do if you win ‘actor in a supporting role’?” she asks.

Harry thinks for a short moment. “I think might cry,” he says jokingly, earning a laugh from the interviewer. “It would be quite the honor,” he goes on to say.

“Have you gotten a chance to catch up with anyone here yet?”

“Umm,” Harry hums, fingers slightly pinching his lips and his eyes roam around, “No, I haven’t run into anyone yet. I think they’re busy.”

The interviewers giggles and nods her head in agreement. Her eyes quickly scan the area and lands on [Y/N] walking by in a beautiful gown. [Y/N] is a young A-List actress nominated for her leading role in a romantic film. “[Y/N]!” she calls out as [Y/N] passes by her and Harry. [Y/N] catches sight of Zuri who gestures her over. [Y/N] lifts the bottom of her gown and walks carefully up the stairs. “I’m so sorry! I feel like I’m interrupting!” [Y/N] laughs and she’s greeted with a hug from Zuri.

“Hello,” [Y/N] says to Harry, extending her hand, “Pleasure to meet finally meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” he grins, exposing his deep dimples and smile lines. He takes [Y/N]’s hand and leans in to press his cheek against hers.

“Have you two not met before?” the interview asks in astonishment.

“No, we haven’t formally met,” Harry chuckles.

Zuri gasps. “Well I’ll be darned! [Y/N], Harry. Harry, [Y/N],” she introduces them, motioning from one to the other. “Harry hasn’t come across any of his co-stars yet,” Zuri tells [Y/N], “I thought he could use a friend.”

[Y/N] laughs, “Lucky me, I’m a fan.” She turns to Harry and says, “Congratulations on your nomination. ‘Dunkirk’ was a great film.”

“[Y/N] is nominated for “actress in a leading role’,” Zuri says to the camera.

“Thank you very much,” Harry bows his head, “Congratulations to you, too. You look beau’iful, by the way.” Harry smiles, looking adoringly at [Y/N]. 

“Yes! Give us a twirl!” Zuri says excitedly. Harry holds [Y/N]’s hand over her head as she twirls her grown for the camera.

A giggle comes out of [Y/N] as she smiles at the ground, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” she says to Harry, “And what about you? You look very handsome, if I may say so myself. Doesn’t he?”

“Oh, stop,” Harry laughs.

Zuri notices [Y/N] and Harry both smiling, looking fondly at one another. “Alright, I won’t hold the two of you up any longer,” she says. “You’ve got a busy night. Thank you so much for stopping by, Harry and [Y/N]. Good luck to both of you tonight.”

[Y/N] and Harry thank Zuri. The camera focuses on [Y/N] and Harry as they make their way off the platform. Zuri watches as Harry helps [Y/N] down the steps. “Here, let me help you,” Harry says. He holds out his hand for her to take as her other hand lifts the front of her gown off the floor.

“Did you come here with anyone tonight?” Zuri overhears Harry ask once off the platform. The camera remains on the two, capturing the candid moment. [Y/N] grins and shakes her head no. “I did not,” she tells him, “I’m a solo flight, tonight. How about you?”

“No, just me,” he answers. “You look beau’iful.”

[Y/N] giggles bashfully and fiddles with her dress, “You said that already.”

Harry buries his face in his hands as he feels his face flush red. “I’m sorry,” he chuckles, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize,” [Y/N] tells him, removing his hands from his face. “I love your music; I’ve got tickets to your show next month.”

Harry gasps, “No way! Where? Come back stage…” The two walk away from the camera’s view with Harry’s hand placed on [Y/N]’s back, leading her.

The camera refocuses on Zuri. “Did anyone else catch that?” she chortles at the camera, “Well, if that ever happens, you saw it here first, on E!News. I’m Zuri Hall, from E!News and your celebrity matchmaker.”

“The After Party!”

Tom Holland x Reader: Smut...Inspired by Tom’s new haircut.

Hi. Yes, I love Tom’s hair. This inspired me. Dedicated to @sarsmusings and @tomsh0lland because I love you both. I don’t have an editor. All mistakes are mine. xoxoxoxox

When Tom finally posted the picture of his new hair, you were beyond thrilled. He had you thinking the worst, but really it was incredibly…sexy. They weren’t his curls, but this new hair…it was driving you crazy. Also, the picture he posted showed just how hard he’s been working in the gym. You let out a frustrated groan.

There’s no way you are going to make it through the weekend without seeing his hair in person. You about Harrison a quick text, letting him know you’ll be surprising Tom with an impromptu visit to Montreal. He agrees to pick you up from the airport, and you quickly start packing.

As soon as you land Tom texts you a goofy selfie. I miss you. He added with the picture. You can’t wait to see his shocked face when you surprise him. When you get back to Tom’s hotel he’s not there, which fits into your perfectly. Quickly, you undress from your travel clothes and slip into Tom’s bed. Hopefully, he won’t be gone too long.

About a half hour passes before hear him outside. “Where are you going?” he asks Harrison. “Okay, well I’ll meet up with you later. I just need to shower.”

The door opens…slowly.


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The first look;

It’s not like she’s special.

She’s girl

All human

All soft.

But that can’t be it, can it?

She has grace.

She has teeth

You can see that she craves power.

(At least Athena can.)

The second;

God blood is like an ache.

Like fire.

It’s hunger.

Thirst never quenched.

Not even the earth and all the stars in the heavens can satisfy it.

It craves mortality.

Soft fingers.

Gentle touches.

The beat of a heart.

(It’s nearly satisfied when she sees her smile.)

The third;

She saw her by the ocean’s shore

and her chest felt like it was  being



Of the ocean.

Of the waves.

Of the way the salt water brought a smile to her lips.

(She can’t have her…but she wants to.)

The fourth;

‘You watch me.’

She’s not surprised.

Not frightened.

Only curious.

That might be more dangerous.


You haunt me.

You consume me.

You make me feel like I’m


It’s beautiful death in her smile.

(but that’s not how the story goes.)

The fifth;

She hates her.

She hates him.

Her anger quakes.

Control is just a concept.

No more.

No longer.

It makes you snap.

She laughs at your fury.

Laughs at your power,

And taunts you about your wrath.

‘You act like I claimed it.

I am not so foolish to grasp at heaven.

I am not so foolish to forget what lies in my blood.’

(And she doesn’t. She never did. It was you who forgot.)

The last;

You found her torn,




You pull her up.

You give her a gift.

If they hurt you turn them to stone.

And then you watch

The result of your corruption.

I loved you.

I loved you.

I turned you into a monster.

(Like you knew you always would.)

- A Series of Immortal Lovers (3 /?) / Medusa and Athena // L.H.Z

BTS Reaction to you waking them up


Jin, being the light sleeper he is, wakes up immediately hearing the loud crash in the kitchen. Automatically reaching out next to him on the bed to find you missing, he sits up rubbing his eyes and yawning. He gets up still half asleep and makes his way out of the room. Peaking at what you were up to, he rushed quietly back bed smiling waiting for you to finish making breakfast and being woken up by your kisses.

Originally posted by they-call-me-baepsae


Finding a sleeping Yoongi in his studio, You kneel down to level yourself with him, softly reaching out to smooth over his untidy hair. His eyebrows scrunch together and he starts to move away from your touch when you turn his chair forcing him to face you. He murmurs out some indistinguishable words before he passes a hand over his face. “Didn’t we agree on you sleeping in your bed while I was away?” He rubs his eyes and rolls his seat away from you so he can lean on his knees to come face to face with you. “I don’t remember that agreement” he gives off a slight smile which disappears when his eyelids begin to drop.

You lean over to press you lips against his regaining his slight consciousness and smile.

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut


He was always exhausted after practice, so it was no surprise to find him already asleep when you got home. You turned off anything that could make noise, when you got back to  him already awake and staring at you.

“Go back to sleep.“ You pout walking over to him,

“Come here, then“

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

Rap Monster

You’d wake up, to the semi loud breathing of namjoon sleeping. You peer over at him resting on your elbow. For a while you’d just stare at him until his eyes slowly opened and his dimples appear, “I can’t sleep with you watching me like that”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to stay in this bed longer but not to sleep” his eyebrows wiggle and you laugh ready to get out of the bed and start running.

Originally posted by melolagniaphilia


You got out the shower fully expecting to turn on the TV ready for a long night to wait for Jimin to get home. But it was a surprise to see Jimin already taking your place on the couch sleeping. Quietly you get an extra blanket and begin wrapping it around him but he wakes up, pulling you with him in the couch, “I’m home” he says in a sleepy smile.

“I can see that, how was practice?”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


You felt a chill run through your body. You groan as your sleep begins to slip away from you. You sit up to see V rolled into a burrito with all the blanket. You brush your hand over your hair deciding on whether to get up to look for another blanket or take it from him. You stare over at him and try tugging slightly. He doesn’t budge.

You see the end of the blanket slipping under V. You tugged again unaware that V was close to the edge of the bed causing him to fall straight off.

You heard him grunt and murmur something along the lines of “y/n … I don’t deserve this abuse” you scoff and laugh as you peer over at him still sleeping. “Taehyung get up, you’re still hogging all the blanket”

Originally posted by gravitaetion


“I told you not to stay up so long!” you groan. it was impossible to get out of Jungkook’s morning embraces by you force alone. you pushed away from him only to have him groan and tug you closer, even putting a leg ontop of you. You softly shift violently and effortlessly against him, accidentally bumping your head with his.

“Ow - Y/N!” he finally opens his eyes, still not loosening his grip. “Why are you like this?”

“Why am i like this?” you huff tired from the morning excessive “Why can’t I trust you to wrap up playing Overwatch by yourself?”

He unwraps himself , smiling lazily to pull you higher on the bed so he can nuzzle your neck causing a small laughter from you.

“One more game you say” you mock pushing yourself away from him to get up, when he pulls you under him, “get off” you laugh

“One more game i say” he smiles leaning down to press him lips against yours.

Originally posted by holdmettightbts



Warnings: smut, spanking, all that jazz. Oh and daddy kink ofc

The bass pounded against the walls as Ethan lead you through the crowds of people to the dance floor. You always wondered why your boyfriend always came to these parties when he never drank. You smiled as you reached your hands up to feel his chest as your bodies swayed to the beat of the music. You did have one drink in you but it wasn’t enough to make you tipsy but you did feel pretty confident. You slowly turned around as Ethan’s hands trailed down your back, watching as you ground against him. He pulled your back against him as he kissed your neck, leaving love bites. You reached a hand up behind you to lace them into his hair as your hips were still in movement.
“Maybe we should take this back to my place?” Ethan whispered in your ear, biting your ear lobe lightly. You smirked, turning around to pull him into a deep kiss.
“Let’s go.” You smirked, pulling his hand. You both got into Ethan’s black Subaru as he quickly started the car. You both put your seat belts on and Ethan pulled out onto the road. You bit your lip, looking over at him. His hair was ruffled, his jawline prominent from the street lights. You slowly slid a hand down onto his thigh as you snaked your hand upwards. You lightly gripped his member through his jeans as he shifted in his seat,
“Can this wait baby? I’d rather make it there safe than have to explain to our parents why I totalled my car.” Ethan quickly glanced at you as you bit your lip, returning to your seat. Your hormones were raging. You slowly slid your black dress up, sneaking a hand into your panties. You started rubbing your clit as you looked over at your boyfriend innocently as he drove. You let out a small moan causing him to look over to catch a quick glance. His right hand pulled your hands out of your panties.
“You think you can touch yourself without daddy’s permission?” Ethan’s jaw clenched as you felt him push on the gas pedal harder. You smirked as you slowly pulled your dress back down, you were throbbing.
“So impatient, I’ll have to punish you when we get home.” Ethan gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He quickly pulled into the driveway, shutting the engine off as he strode to the front door, you following closely behind as he unlocked the door. You both stepped in as Ethan slammed you back against the door.
“You’re such a bad girl. It’s like you want to be punished.”
“Maybe I do, daddy.” You smiled at him. He grabbed your ass motioning for you to jump as he carried you up the stairs. You were both lost in each other’s kisses as he laid you down on the bed.
“Don’t tell Grayson we fucked in his bed. Got it?”
“Got it.” You laughed as you realized you were in the room of his brother.
“I just couldn’t make it to my room. I can’t wait any longer.” Ethan said, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I want you to strip for me baby.” Ethan demanded as he took his belt off. He gripped the belt as he watched you shimmy out of your dress. You slowly unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor as you turned around. You gave Ethan a full view of your ass as you looped your thumbs around your panties, slowly sliding them down. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed as you slowly walked towards him,
“Bend over my lap, princess.” Ethan demanded, folding the belt in his large hands. You bent yourself over his lap as you felt Ethan’s warm hands grab your ass. You heard him groan as he took the belt and slapped it down on your ass. You bit your lip, your body jerking from the sudden pain as Ethan quickly rubbed his hand over it, watching the skin turn red.
“You’re such a bad girl. Trying to touch daddy while he’s driving.” Ethan let down another crack of the belt,
“Touching yourself without daddy’s permission,” your body jerked as he spanked you for the third time.
“Now, I want you to ride daddy’s face. Do you want that?”
“Of course, daddy.” You bit your lip, watching as he lied back on the bed, his head on the pillows. He motioned for you to go over as you slowly straddled his face. He reached his large hands up to grab your thighs as he lowered you down onto his tongue. You gripped the headboard as Ethan began eating you out. His tongue moved in circles as you moved your hips along with his movements. He stuck his tongue into you as you became a moaning mess.
“Fuck daddy.” You moaned, grinding down onto his face. He flicked his tongue inside you as pleasure over took you. You rode Ethan’s face as he ate you out. His rough stubble rubbed against your thighs as he pushed his tongue deeper into you. You moaned as he licked at your walls. He slowly licked up your slit and began sucking your clit. One of your hands flew down to his hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit. You moaned profanities as your thighs shook around his head. His biceps flexed as he held you still, licking up and down your pussy. You grounded your hips against his face as he flattened his tongue out for you to ride. You pushed down on him, wanting more as he flicked his tongue against you. You clenched as he licked over your core, going up to hum on your clit. You bit your lip as he flicked his tongue over it repeatedly once again making your legs shake.
“Daddy don’t stop!” You moaned, your climax approaching. He began flicking his tongue faster as you felt a hand move down to stick two fingers in you, wasting no time, he thrusted them inside you at a fast pace. You thighs began to clench around his head as he took your clit in his mouth, sucking harshly. You felt the pads of his fingers rub your g-spot. You clenched around your boyfriends fingers, moaning loudly as you orgasm rushed over you. You ground down on his face, gripping the headboard tightly as you came all over his fingers. You let out a small squeal as he took his fingers out of you and licked up your slit once again. Your thighs trembled from the over sensitivity as he continued eating you out.
“Daddy I can’t-” you began but he cut you off,
“Yes you can baby girl.” Ethan tapped your thighs, ordering you to lay down as he quickly took off his jeans and boxers. You watched as he took his throbbing cock in his hands as he ran the tip along your wet juices. Your hips bucked as he hit your sensitive clit. He slowly ground his cock along your pussy as he moaned, gripping your hips.
“You want it baby?” He asked, staring down at you as he continued rubbing himself on you.
“Yes daddy, fuck me.” You stared into his eyes. You didn’t have to ask him twice as he slid into you. You pushed your head back against the pillows as he thrusted into you, the headboard hitting the wall. You moaned, gripping the sheets as Ethan hovered over you. His mouth attacked your breasts as he sucked on your nipples. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him up for a long deep kiss. Your tongues danced together as his hips snapped into yours. Ethan moaned into your mouth as your fingernails raked down his muscular back.
“Fuck daddy, you’re so big.” You moaned, feeling him force his whole length inside you. Confidence radiated off of Ethan as a cocky smirk showed in his face. He stared down at you with hooded eyes, as he watched your mouth hang open in pleasure. He slowly brought a hand down to choke you as he bucked his hips into yours roughly. You moaned loudly, completely handing yourself over to Ethan as he fucked you relentlessly.
“Moan for daddy, let me hear you.” Ethan grunted as you arched your back, making him hit your g-spot. You screamed profanities as Ethan released his hand from your neck as he brought your leg over his shoulder. At this angle, he was able to thrust deeper inside you as he slapped your ass.
“Fuck, you dirty girl.” Ethan growled as you moaned, clutching onto the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white.
“Flip over baby.” Ethan demanded, pulling out so you could reposition yourself. Ethan entered himself back inside you, spreading your legs farther apart to fit himself deeper inside you. Your arms gave out beneath you as your face hit the pillows. Ethan reached forward, pulling your hair as he twisted it in between his fingers. Your legs began to tremble for the second time that night, your second orgasm approaching. Ethan slapped your ass harshly as he thrusted into you roughly. You looked over at the mirror and you watched as Ethan fucked you. He was concentrated on the way his cock slid in and out of you, watching as your ass bounced with every thrust. He ran his hands down your back to rest on your hips, pulling you back against him.
“I’m gonna cum daddy.” You whimpered, laying your head on the pillow as you gripped the sheets.
“Come on baby, let it out.” He grunted. Your toes curled as you clenched around his cock, your second orgasm washing over you. Your legs shook uncontrollably as Ethan continued his thrusts. You came all over Ethan’s cock with a loud moan. As you clenched around him, you felt him twitch inside you as he came with a loud moan. His hips bucked as he whimpered, gripping your hips roughly as you moaned.
“Fuck.” Ethan slowly pulled out as he discarded the condom. You threw yourself onto the bed as you both tried to regain your breath.
“Babe, we should go back to your room before Grayson gets home.” You looked over at Ethan worriedly.
“Good point.” Ethan’s chest heaved as he quickly got up, grabbing yours and his’ clothes. Just then the front door closed and you both rushed back to Ethan’s room.
“That was close.” You sighed, putting a clean pair of underwear on and slipping one of Ethan’s shirts on.
“Ethan! I’m gonna kill you!” You heard Grayson yell. You both shot each other a look.
“Ethan what did you do?” You whisper yelled. He shrugged, a scared look on his face. Ethan quickly put on a clean pair of boxers and sweats as he quickly rushed to Grayson’s room.
“Wha-” Ethan peeked his head around the corner to see Grayson pointing down at the used condom.
“You guys are freaking disgusting! You have your own room!” Grayson yelled. Ethan ran his hands through his hair,
“We couldn’t make it-”
“You guys are both cleaning my room within this hour. Everything you touched I want it clean.” Grayson ordered. You peaked around the corner with Ethan.
“Hey, y/n, you guys are a cute couple but could you at least not do the do in my room?”
“Sorry, Gray.” You shrugged behind Ethan. Grayson stepped out of the room, letting you two clean up the mess you made.

Turning Me On


Request: Hi! Is it possible for you to write one where you and Shawn are dating and y/n is a Victoria’s Secret angel and Shawn goes to the show to support her and at the afterparty they mingle with everyone and he reveals to her how turned on he is about her performance and tells her everything he wants to do to her?

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Turning Me On

“Shawn Mendes, welcome to the last Victoria’s Secret show this year” the interviewer said, sending me a plain smile.

“Thank you”

“Are you excited for this?”

“I am, really. I’ve never been to one before” I said, sending him another false but friendly smile.

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vesperfly  asked:

HI RI and others! <3 i hope it's okay to send a request! i don't /think/ you guys have done this before but ? ?? i sincerely apologize if i missed it. BUT it's actually my birthday today, so maybe some super fluffy HCs/scenarios/what have you for MC's birthday? ;w; just w/e RFA would do for it, be it a party or quiet day in. you don't have to do everyone if you can't/don't wanna, honestly as long as seven is involved i'm happy! thank you guys so much for your amazing work<333

omg vesp you know i’m weak for you bab ;^; I received your request at like, midnight, but I tried my best!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!! I adore your art and you’re always so sweet (and oops I just realized I still haven’t replied from weeks ago I’m bad at that aAAH) AND I’M SO SAD I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS YOUR BDAY SOONER ;v; I’m also so damn honoured you’d request here ;v;

Oooooh Happy Birthday! Dropping in to collab because I wanted to give you birthday wishes as well. I would offer fried chicken and beer, but that’s out of the question atm. Tehe~
I hope you got to spend a really happy birthday! (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

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A Birthday Date - 707 x MC [Fluff]



MC : Guys? Are you there…?
Yoosung : Oh, hi MC! I just logged out of LOLOL to check the chat room for a bit. What’s up?
Jumin Han : Good evening, MC. Did you need anything?
MC : Ah, well, I was just wondering if any of you are free tomorrow?
Jaehee Kang : Hello, MC. Mr. Han has a full schedule, while I might be working till late into the night.
Jumin Han : But if it’s urgent, I can always have Assistant Kang clear my appointments in the afternoon.
Jaehee Kang : (╬ Ò﹏Ó) Mr. Han!
MC : Oh no, Jumin, it’s fine, you don’t need to do something that extreme ;;;;
ZEN : Hey~ Mmmm I have a rehearsal in the morning, but I don’t know if my manager has anything planned for the afternoon. Is there an occasion tomorrow?
Yoosung : I’d love to accompany you, but classes go on until 7pm tomorrow. Oh! Could it be your birthday?
MC : ….. yes. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
ZEN : Happy Birthday, MC! (◕‿◕)♡
Jumin Han : It’s in my calendar, but I seemed to have missed it. I’m sorry, MC. And Happy Birthday. (♡˙︶˙♡)
ZEN : LIES. You totally don’t have it written down, Trustfund kid! (#`Д´)
Jumin Han : I do, you can even ask Jaehee.
Jaehee Kang : ;;;;;;;
V : Hello. Happy Birthday, MC. I’m quite busy as well, but if you want to celebrate, I could make time for you. (´• ω •`)
MC : You don’t have to, if you guys are really busy though! Your greetings are enough for me. I mean, we can always celebrate for another day, right?
Jumin Han : But wouldn’t it be less special if it’s not on the day itself?
V : That’s true.
MC : But I don’t really want to bother, so… also, it’s so sudden, so it’s okay! ;;;;
Jaehee Kang : Oh, MC. I would like to spend the day with you as well if I could… but as it is, I could only also wish you a happy birthday.
Yoosung : Seven’s not around, but have you tried asking him yet?
MC : He might be busy. He’s not answering calls atm. Oh, but it’s getting late, I don’t to keep everyone up! Good night!
Yoosung : Good night, MC!!
ZEN : Sleep well, jagi~
Jumin Han : Good night.
V : Night.
Jaehee Kang : Good night, MC. Don’t stay up too late. :)

You hadn’t expected to be woken up on your birthday so early in the morning on a summer day, let alone by your doorbell… Who could it possibly be, anyway?

Still a bit grouchy and dazed from sleep, you lazily headed to the front door and was surprised to find Seven outside your door with a bouquet of roses and a sleek box in hand. He was dressed casually, unlike the last time you had seen him at the RFA party where he wore a suit. His red hair was slicked to the side neatly, a silver earring sparkling on his exposed ear, and a boyish grin was stretched across his lips.

“Happy birthday,” he greeted you, his gaze gentle for a moment before taking in your appearance. A chuckle escaped his lips. “You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

“I just woke up!” you admitted with a light blush on your cheeks. You reached out to take the bouquet from his hands, smiling slightly. You hadn’t received many bouquets in your life… You took a whiff of the roses’ scent… only to realize it was made of candy!

“I figured you could still eat it, in case you weren’t a fan of flowers,” he explained when he noticed you stare at the roses. Seven handed you the box as well. He winked as he said, “Hurry up and get ready for our date!”

You stared at him questioningly, a bit confused. Rather, how did he know it was your birthday anyway? He hadn’t spoken up last night on the chatroom… Then, it dawned on you that he worked in the hacking profession, after all. Your smile widened as you thought of how sweet it was, for Seven to drop by in the morning just to take you out. You were already happy enough that one person remembered… and even more pleased that it was Seven, of all people.

He waited patiently in the living room as you tried to rush through your morning routine, not wanting to take too long. When you opened the box, you found a cute, black satin dress inside, and you realized it was meant for you to wear today.

You quickly slipped into it, slightly worried if it wouldn’t match you, but when you checked yourself out in the mirror, you felt more than satisfied with what your reflection showed. Damn. Who knew Seven had an eye for picking dresses? (Oh my god, but of course, he does cosplay, after all…)

You practically twirled out of the bathroom, eyes shining as you showed off the dress. You were beaming as you thanked him, “It fits me perfectly! Thank you so much for my birthday present!”

Seven stuck out his tongue playfully. “That’s not your present, silly. I’ll give it to you at the end of our date today, okay?”

He held out his hand, gesturing for you to take it, and then led you out the door. A blush rose to your cheeks. He’d said it again. He was calling it a ‘date.’

Actually, the two of you weren’t going out. At the same time, Seven often made jokes about these things, too… You didn’t know if you should get your hopes up or not. As far as you were aware, you had a one-sided, small crush on Seven. Ahem, emphasis on SMALL… After all. But you didn’t know if he felt the same, even though there were so many instances that it seemed like he liked you back…

“Are you okay with me taking you out today?” Seven asked you as he guided you to his car.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well… you might have wanted to spend the day with other friends. And everyone else in the RFA is busy today… S-sorry that it’s only me.”

“I’m happy that I can spend my birthday with you,” you admitted quietly, then put on your seatbelt as he started driving. He didn’t comment on your response.

Gazing out the window, you took in the scenery. It was the usual city scape, but it wasn’t too sunny, with clouds lazily rolling across the azure sky.

“So, where are we going?“

“I was thinking of taking you to an amusement park first, but do you want to go anywhere? I’m up for ideas,“ he glances slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he beamed at you.

“Seven, you do know that I’m wearing a dress, right?“

“Oh, don’t worry about that. There’s a cap and a denim jacket that’s big enough that you won’t get too hot,“ he tries to reach for said items with one hand on the wheel, but you stop him when he swerves just before you almost collided with an oncoming vehicle.

“I-I’ll get it, just please, focus on driving!!!“

“Ahaha, alright, alright.“

Your first destination was a trendy cafe that was well known for its artsy cakes and tasty breakfast sets. The shop interior had a cute but homey vibe to it, cream-colored walls painted with sunflowers, while the glass panels were decorated with yet more flower doodles. It also featured a teak wood flooring, and a vase of summer flowers adorned each table.

“Wait here,“ he says as he leads you to a seat by the window, in which you decide to watch the people outside as Seven orders your food.

He returns after a while, slipping a strawberry frappucino and a cake in front of you. The cake was the size of a cupcake; it had a blue to purplish mirror sheen to it, a sprinkling of edible silver glitter, while three yellow candy stars and chocolate bark graced the top of the confection.

“Seven, this… this…!“

“… is not your present. It’s brunch cake, so eat up!“

“Brunch cake? You’re feeding me cake for brunch?“

“Why not? It IS your birthday.“

“For real?“

“Nah. I ordered something else, but they’re bringing it after a bit,“ placing his hands under his chin, he avidly watches your reaction as you go from awestruck to confused, to wanting to just stare at it.

“Can I at least take a picture first?“

“Go ahead~“

The food arrives after a few minutes, and the two of you bond over a conversation about common interests, with him making exaggerated gestures, making you laugh at his antics. Brunch had gone longer as expected, but it never seemed as if it did.

Not soon after, you arrive at the amusement park, with you making a beeline for the roller coasters and other attractions, skipping the horror house despite him trying to convince you to enter it.

There were times when either of you would unconsciously touch each other; an arm around your shoulders, you clinging onto one of his arms, handholding… it just felt natural.

You stayed on until the theme park’s stage performance and parade, singing along to songs that you knew the lyrics to, and then making up weird lyrics on the ones you weren’t familiar with.

There was a fireworks display at the end, and you just couldn’t help but look in wonder as they bloomed brightly under the night sky. You’ve seen countless displays like these your whole life, but it was the first time that you watched it alone with someone you liked.

Seven watched you as your eyes shone in amusement, memorizing each and every expression that crossed your face. He had come close to confessing to you many times throughout the day, but he held back, knowing that today was all about you having fun on your birthday.

The confession could wait for another time.

“Hey. You want to see something cool?” Seven asked, one corner of his lips quirked upward as he side-glanced at you while driving.

He didn’t actually wait for you to respond before he pressed a button, and a screen in the car roof slid aside, revealing the stars glimmering in the night sky. That was surprising– it was summer, and it was rare for stars to be so bright at this time of the year.

“On our next outing… we could go stargazing, if you want to,” he murmured softly, the tips of his ears red. He was blushing, and he sounded almost insecure as he’d asked you that– did he think you didn’t like him? Was he really that oblivious?

You stopped looking up at the stars, instead leaning closer towards Seven. “I’d love to,” you replied, making sure he caught your gaze. You resisted the urge to also say, because I love you.

The car slowed to a stop, and you turned your attention outside to take in your surroundings. The… beach? At this time of day?

Nobody was around… Not to mention the fact it was a private beach.

“Um, Seven… I don’t know if I want to be breaking laws on my birthday by trespassing a private beach,” you brought up to him, nervous.

He looked at you like you were crazy, and threw his head back in laughter. “Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t make you do that, not tonight, at least,” he winked, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded without hesitation. No matter how casual and joking he acted, you knew he was a serious man with good morals in the end.

He pulled out a blindfold from the backseat, then held it towards you, indicating for you to wrap it around your eyes. Once he made sure that you couldn’t peek out from the blindfold, he turned off the car engine, got off the car and walked over to your side to help you out.

Although you trusted Seven, you were still a bit scared because you couldn’t see anything through the blindfold. “S-Seven…?”

You heard him chuckle, “Shh, just trust me.”

You felt yourself walking onto the beach sand as your shoes sunk in with each step, and the distant sound of waves rolling ashore made its way to your ears. Seven suddenly stopped in his tracks and moved behind you, untying your blindfold which slipped away as– BOOM!

An involuntary gasp escaped your lips as the noise startled you, and your eyes raised to the shining fireworks overhead which spelled: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Five figures splashed in the water, jumping out from hiding, revealing Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, Zen and V. They were soaked, but had huge grins plastered on their faces as they waved to you, screaming “happy birthday!!” and “you’re getting old, MC!”

They walked over to you, and Seven threw towels at them, with Yoosung complaining to him that he was freezing because you guys took too long to arrive.

“I-I thought you said you were busy?” you stammered, feeling touched that they had organized all this. (You were sure that those fireworks must have been expensive AND difficult to set up… )

“We’re never too busy for you, jagi~” Zen chirped, grabbing a gift bag from the sand. “I hope you like your present!”

You accepted it with a smile, and peeked inside the bag. “What is it?”

“I got you a blanket! Ahaha, I know it’s not much, but you’re always complaining about having stiff shoulders since you’re so busy…”

Yoosung pushed Zen aside with a huge rabbit plush toy in his hands. “Well, I got you something cute,” he bragged. “Although, it’s not as cute as you, of course!”

Zen clicked his tongue at the younger boy, annoyed with his interruption.

“Behave! It’s MC’s birthday,” Jaehee scolded them, huffing. She turned to you with a pleasant smile, softly saying, “Happy birthday, MC.”

She handed you a carefully wrapped present.

“It’s a planner that doubles as as sketchpad,” she explained, “so you can jot down your ideas whenever and wherever you are.”

You thanked her, and then Jumin walked closer, grabbing your attention with the bag in his hands. You recognized the brand immediately, and your eyes widened, knowing it would be pricy.

“I hope you’ll enjoy your stay at my private beachhouse. The others worked hard to keep it a surprise. Anyway, I got you a pair of red stilettos. It’s not much, but I do believe in the saying that great shoes will take you to great places. And of course, I only want the best for you.” He smiled warmly, handing you the bag.

You turned to V expectantly, who had a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“Look!! Isn’t it so cute~?” he said, excitedly holding out a cactus with multiple buds in a cute pot.

You didn’t actually know what to do with the cactus, but you thanked him anyway… It was a very V-like gift.

“I’ll start preparing the food!” Yoosung suddenly exclaimed, running off to the car.

Jaehee and Jumin offered to help, while Zen and V began setting up tables and seats.

Seven tapped you lightly on the shoulder, the moonlight shining down on his rouge locks. The dark of night made the atmosphere intimate between the two of you, and you felt your cheeks heating up as you kept staring at his face, admiring his long eyelashes and piercing eyes.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head, not trusting your voice to answer him.

He reached behind his back and held out a small box, and for a moment you wondered if he would propose, but you reminded yourself you weren’t even in a relationship and mentally punched yourself for even considering it.

You slowly opened the box, which revealed a sterling silver necklace with a winged moon pendant. You glanced up at Seven, who was staring intently at you for your reaction, and you quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed by his gaze.

He noticed the way you averted your eyes, and he laughed quietly in amusement. His fingers made their way under your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were forced to look him in the eyes.

“For my final birthday present to you… would you mind if I gave you a kiss?” he whispered.

You felt your eyes flutter shut in anticipation, and his face drew near your own… It shocked you a bit when his lips brushed softly past yours, and you expected more so you leaned in further, only to be met with the feeling of air.

Opening your eyes in confusion, you noticed how Seven was smiling mischievously again.

“Now now, MC, not when the kids are here~”

You remembered that you were in front of everyone in the RFA, and immediately backed away from the redhead, your cheeks redder than his hair. As you tried to escape him by moving closer to the others, his hand caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

He moved past you, murmuring softly in your ear, “Let’s continue on our next date, okay?”

He cast a meaningful gaze as he jogged over to the others, leaving you to stand there on your own, a big smile spreading across your face. ‘Next date,’ he had said. Seven had basically confirmed that he liked you, and that filled you with a relief like no other.

You had received a lot of gifts today, but this simple fact was a much better birthday present than all of them combined.

Help Me Get The Girl Part 8 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,828

Warnings: Language.  Light graphic content in relation to being physically hurt.

A/N:   Here is part 8 and I’m super excited to share it with you.  This chapter ties into the root of the plot of the story and it’s description.  There is drama but it’s not in the way you’d think!  It’s a moment that I want the reader to feel and realize that these things do happen and are too often brushed under the rug.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

Please let me know what you thought of this part!

Your POV:

           It had been two weeks since the ball.  Two weeks since my fight with Grayson.  Two weeks of Ethan trying to distract me.  Two weeks of Grayson and Grace cuddling up to each other.  Grayson and I were good at faking it in front of Grace and Ethan, though Grace was the only one to fall for it.  Ethan had never pushed me to explain what happened to him, but he knew that the issue was between me and Gray.  

           Today was a day for just me and Ethan.  We were heading to the used car dealership because my car had taken a nose dive again, so my family told me to go scope out a car I’d like. My car had been in the family for nearly 20 years and because I would be heading off to college in a year and a half, my parents decided that I could get a more up to date car.

E pulled into the lot, parking right outside the front doors.  “Why would you park here?” I whined, throwing my head back against the headrest.

           He turned to me, “What’s wrong with parking here?” he pulled the keys out of the ignition.  

           “Because now the salesmen are going to bombard us to buy a car and we’re just looking today!  Have you ever been to a dealership?” I put my hand on the door handle, looking at Ethan with determination, “We’ve got to move quick before they see us.  This is a serious mission, Ethan Grant Dolan, do you understand me?”

           “Sure?” he looked at me like I had lost my mind.

           “Ready…” my eyes searched around for salesmen, “set…” my grip tightened on the handle, “GO!” I ripped open the car door, slammed it behind me, and speed walked my way towards the closest row of cars to hide until the coast was clear.

           I hid behind a 2008 Jeep Wrangler, an older version of my dream car.  When I popped my head out from behind it I saw Ethan walking in my direction slowly, shoving his keys into his pocket.  Taking his sweet time, he started to round the row of cars only to have me grab his arm and pull him down with me.  

           My hand struck him upside the head, “Did I not just explain the whole plan to you?”

           His hand rubbed his head before ruffling up his hair so that it was perfectly placed, “There isn’t a salesman in sight.  You’re paranoid you need to calm down.” His expression shifted from teasing to seductive, “I can’t help you with that you know.” He jokingly puckered his lips, leaning closer to me.

           I palmed his face, pushing him away from my personal bubble.  It was then that I felt his tongue press up against my skin licking a thick line from the base of my hand to the tip of my middle finger. Quickly, I retracted my hand, screeching out profanities while I rubbed my hands on my pants.

           “Why the fuck would you do that?” I scolded him, wiping the rest of his slobber on the sleeve of his shirt.  “You’re so gross.”

           He shrugged, “You love me.”

           I rolled my eyes, “You’re the one licking my hand; I’d say it’s you that loves me!” I retorted, standing up, still alert and on the lookout for workers.

           When my yes drifted back to Ethan who was now standing up, he held our gaze. I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was just unsure of what was going through his head.  After seeming to analyze every facial feature I had, his eyes cast downward towards his shoes.

           I went to ask him what was wrong but he cut me off by suggesting we start looking around.  He thought that he was putting on a good act, but being his best friend I knew that he was faking it all.  His laugh wasn’t genuine, he hardly made eye-contact with me, and he kept a good amount of distance between the two of us when usually he is very touchy.

           Somehow we managed to make it through without encountering anyone trying to interest us in their most expensive car.  I didn’t find anything I liked because I was too distracted by Ethan’s out of character behavior.  We drove back in silence, my head resting against the window watching as the houses went by and the wind died down.  The tree branches were no longer swaying, the seeds of the dandelions were no longer floating in air, and Ethan’s car was no longer filled with never ending laughter.

           Ethan pulled up to my house, not pulling into the driveway as he usually does. When he put the car in park but did not turn it off I realized that he was trying to end our day together. Making no movement to get out I leaned forward towards him, taking his hand in mine.  He leaned even closer to me so that our heads rested against each other, the tips of his hair tickling my skin.

           “What’s going on, E.  Please, tell me.” I whispered, my eyes closed.  Deep down I knew he wouldn’t answer me because it was something he thought I wouldn’t understand.  But I wish he knew that I would try my best to understand.  I’d do anything for him.

           He shook his head, “Nothing.”

           “Don’t one word answer me, E.  I know something’s wrong.  You were fine earlier and then you decided to close me off.  Don’t close me off.” I brought my hands to his cheek, feeling his smooth skin shift to stubble.  “Come inside. You don’t have to tell me what’s going on, but come inside.”

           He nodded his head against mine, leaning away, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning off the car.  We both got out of the car and walked into my house.  He slung his arm over my shoulder as we both plopped down onto the couch in my living room.

           “I lied you know,” I told him, “I’m going to make you tell me what’s wrong because you’re my best friend and we tell each other everything.” I reminded him, leaning into his hold.

           Letting out a loud sigh he began to explain, “When we were there and we were bantering I realized that we have a year and a half until we leave for college. We’ll all go our separate ways and then what?  What will happen to our friendship?  Sure, I’ll always have Gray because he’s my brother, you—I don’t know what we’ll become.”

           I lifted my head to make sure that he was looking at me when I answered, “Ethan, I would never leave you behind.” I said with all seriousness in my tone.  “We’ve still got time to figure it all out!  Don’t stress yourself out over it.  Just know that you will always be my best friend and nothing will ever get in the way of that.  And who knows?  We might end up going to the same college!” I tried to lighten the mood a bit.  

           “Maybe…” he leaned his head against mine.  “Just promise me one thing.”

           “What’s that?” I responded immediately.

           “No matter what happens or where we end up—please make sure that you are happy.”

           I snuggled in closer, my left arm draped across his stomach, “As long as you do the same.  Ethan is there something you aren’t telling me?”

           Instead of responding he just pulled me as close as possible, his face buried into my hair.  So I let him fall asleep like that, knowing that he would tell me in time.


           Monday came and the school day seemed longer than ever before.  Lunch consisted of Ethan and I talking while Grayson and Grace made googly eyes at each other.  I tried my best to ignore the two of them but not even Ethan’s jokes could pull my jealous eyes away from them.  Ethan had managed to accept that it was going to be a while before we all went to college and had finally calmed down.

           Now here I was, attempting to walk down the freshman hall to find my brother.  Usually he would meet me at the front with his friends, but today he was nowhere to be found. Moving past groups of gossiping girls, slamming lockers, and teachers scolding trouble makers, I managed to find where his locker was located.

           The problem was—there was no Theo.

           Behind me the hallway was quieting as everyone headed home.  I rounded the corner to find Hank, one of Theo’s best friends bursting out of the boy’s bathroom like a mad man.  He looked the opposite direction then at me.

           “Y/N!” he started to run over to me, “Y/N, it’s Theo!”

           I jogged and met him half way, “What?  Where is he?”

           His friend’s hands were shaking, his fingertips coated in red.  “He’s- those guys- he didn’t do anything they just showed up!  Theo tried to fight back!  He did! I tried my best to help him, but I wasn’t strong enough!  We weren’t strong enough!”

           “WHERE IS HE, HANK?” I screamed in his face, my hands latching onto his shoulders and shaking him.

           “He’s in the bathroom!  I’ll go get the nurse!” tears streamed down his cheeks as he sprinted past me to get help.

           My feet quickly carried me to the boy’s bathroom and I threw the door open in search of my brother!  Out from under the final stall in the restroom I saw his foot sticking out. Slipping into the stall to make sure I didn’t hit him with the door I immediately gasped at the site.  There sat my baby brother leaned up against the wall, unmoving.

           There was a large gash above his left eyebrow, blood running down the side of his head.  I could see the purples and deep blues of bruises start to appear on his skin not only on his face, but on his arms.  Bending down to his level I started to say his name, my hands gently patting his cheeks to get some sort of response.

           “Theo, Theo wake up bud c’mon.” I said, pushing his hair out of his face.  “Theo…” I tried to fight back the tears but lost the battle.  “Theo, please!”

           I moved to his side, sitting down so that I could pull him closer to me.  With his body now positioned in-between my legs I cradled his head, trying my best to rock him awake.  Receiving no response my hand reached into my pocket as I continued to say his name over and over, begging him to wake up.

           Finally, I retrieved my cellphone and dialed 911.  It only took one ring for them to answer, “911 what’s your emergency?”

           I fumbled with my phone, my hands shaking so hard I could hardly keep hold of it, “My- my brother- my brother’s hurt and he’s not waking up!  Someone hurt him!” I cried into the phone.

           “Is he still breathing?” the operator calmly asked me.

           “Yes, but it’s very… I don’t know weak?  It’s weak!  Oh my God his breathing is so weak!  Please help me!” I rambled into the phone, shaking my brother a little harder.

           “Okay, ma’am, where are you?”  I could hear the clicks of them typing on the computer in the background.  It was like my senses had been heightened.

           “Arbor Heights High School in the boy’s restroom.  Please help him!”

           “Help is on its way.  How is his pulse?” she asked, her voice remaining gently and cautious.

           I used my free hand to push against his neck.  I could feel a faint thumping pattern against the pads of my fingers, “It’s there.  He has a pulse; I can feel it a little.”

           “That’s good, dear, help is coming I promise.  Would you like me to stay on the phone with you?” she asked me, sympathy laced in her tone.

           “I have to call my friend!  I need my friend.  I need him.” Without any explanation I hung up and dialed Ethan’s number.  He didn’t answer so I continued to call him until he finally did, “Ethan…” I wept into the phone.

           “Y/n, what’s wrong?” his concerned voice sounded through the phone.

           I pulled Theo as close to me as possible, prepared to protect him from any harm, “Are you at school still?”

           “Yeah I just finished retaking a quiz.  Y/n where are you?” I could hear him shut his locker in the background.  

           I gulped, “I’m in the freshman boy’s bathroom.  Ethan, please come here, Theo’s hurt.  He’s hurt so bad and there’s blood and I’m so scared.”

           “I’m coming.  Did you get the nurse?  Do you need me to call for help?” his questions came in rapid fire.

           I shook my head to myself as the nurse came in, “The nurse is here.  I called 911.  Please, just get here!”

           That’s when everything went silent and started to move in slow motion.  The nurse pulling Theo off of me and laying him down on the floor trying her best to help him, Ethan running in and picking me up off the floor to lead me out of the stall, and Hank standing in the corner of the room with his head in his hands.

           Each step we took got slower and the corners of my vision began to blur.  My body felt like someone filled it with sand, weighing me down in Ethan’s arms.  I saw EMTs rush past us as Ethan drug me out of the restroom.  Running up to us was Grayson, worry flooding his eyes as came to an immediate halt one he saw my current state.  It was hard for me to look at him because I realized how much I had relied on him to protect Theo.

           This was all my fault.

           A couple seconds later the EMTs came through the door with Theo on a stretcher, a breathing mask enveloping his mouth.  They moved quickly down the hall and I was right on their heels.  Both Grayson and Ethan followed me to the ambulance watching me as I hopped in the back.  

           “We’ll meet you at the hospital!” Ethan shouted right as they slammed the doors shut.


           I was sat in the waiting room, my knees pulled up to my chest, practically curled into a ball on the chair.  The sliding doors to enter the hospital opened to reveal the twins, both looking equally as shaken up as the other.  Grayson came over and sat to my right as Ethan sat to my left.

           “Have they said anything?” Ethan asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.

           “I’m still waiting.” I mumbled into my knees.

           “This is my fault.  I should have been there.” Grayson tried to take fault, sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

           I shook my head disagreeing, “No, Grayson, it’s my fault.  It was me who should have been there.” I started to cry all over again, this time much louder than before.

           We sat in silence until the doctor came out to explain what was going on. He informed us that it didn’t take long for them to stabilize him.  They said that he had a concussion, stitches to close the cut above his eyes and 3 bruised ribs.  I felt relieved, but with that relief came an undying fury.  I knew exactly who was behind all of this and I was damn well going to make sure that the next time he would be seeing me was in court.

           My parents arrived a few minutes later their panic state calming mildly when I told them what was going on.  Immediately my father, a district attorney, was on the phone with law enforcement getting everything figured out.  The doctors let us in to see Theo who was tired and weak.  He only managed to say my name before falling back to sleep.

           When I walked back out into the waiting room, Grayson was sitting with his chin resting against his hand.  Upon seeing me approaching he stood up, his body awkwardly waiting for me to come closer.

           “Ethan had to go help Cameron, her car broke down so he took his car to get her.” He hesitantly told me.

           “Why did you stay?” I asked.

           “I stayed because I care about you.  We drove separate so I was willing to wait as long as I needed to.”

           I gave him a single nod before throwing myself into his arms looking for comfort.  It felt as it did when we danced together.  I felt protected, cared for, and like it was only the two of us.  He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me to his body with warmth radiating off of him.

           “Take me somewhere.” I demanded.  “Take me anywhere but here.” I spoke my words into his chest.

           “I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He kissed my head and held me close.  “Anything.”


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Part 7

Jeff Atkins - One Shot (Alternative Ending)

A/N: So this is the promised alternate ending. It’s still a little sad since it is 13 Reasons Why but Jeff lives! Yay! I hope you like it! :)


I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t gone. If I hadn’t seen the things I saw. If I hadn’t done the things I did. Before going, I convinced myself that I could start over - that I could be a person that fit in. For a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other.


“Justin, Jessica’s looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled over the music before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room, careful not to drop the cup in your hand. “You made it. I’m loving the new hair.”

You were always extra affectionate when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to full appreciate the natural curl of it before you hugged her.

“Thank you!” She smiled with a chuckle, returning your hug. “Someone’s been drinking, huh?”

“Hell yeah! It’s my turn. I was designated driver last week, this week it’s Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corning talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usual secluded self.” You smirked, as her cheeks turned a bright red. “You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

“What?” Her eyes widened as if you’d just made the most outrageous statement she’d ever heard. “No. I - I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from the backyard. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled back with a laugh, then looked at Hannah with a smirk. “Only way this is going to be fair is if you catch up to me. Hannah’s going to take you on first!”

“Oh it’s on!” He laughed.

“Hannah! Hannah! Hannah!” Jeff and Monty started chanting getting the whole room to follow along.

Hannah smiled again, lowering her eyes to the ground.

“One game, just to get some liquid courage in you.” You laughed, placing a hand on her back as you lead her outside. “Then you go find Clay.”

She laughed, nodding her head as you joined the guys. Jeff wrapped his arm around you and she took one end of the table while Zach took the other.


 As the night went on, Hannah disappeared into the crowd to hopefully find Clay. After beating Zach twice, you ended up making out with Jeff to celebrate your victories. With your arms around his neck, you grinded against him to the rhythm of the song. His hands ran up your thighs grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Breathing in the scent of him, you bit his bottom lip, sweeping your tongue across with with a smirk as you looked him in the eye.

The things this boy made you want to do to him…

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered against your lips. “Tell your mom you’re staying at Sheri’s or something.”

“I’ll call her before we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friend’s house rather than your boyfriends, but - what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Look - “ You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.”

Jeff smiled proudly, watching his friend laugh and giggle. “See, I do give good advice.”

“Yeah, when people actually understand your baseball analogies.” You laughed.

“Hey - they make sense okay? I understand them perfectly.”

“Of course you do baby, that’s what makes you so unique.“ You shook your head with smile, teasing him about the overuse of the word.

The two of them looked over to notice you staring and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with giggling uncontrollably. His arms wrapped around your small frame, holding you against him as he laughed, your whole body shaking with his.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching as Troy walked over to bother them. “Go get him before he ruins everything.”

“On it!”

He ran over, physically picking Troy up off the ground to bring him back over to the ping pong table. You bit the corner of your lip, watching your lip as he held him up like it was nothing for him, all of his muscles rippling through his shirt.


You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours, his hands running up through your hair as he held your face.

“Seriously, I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He whispered, trailing his lips down to your neck.

You held back a moan as his hands ran down your curves again, holding you against his rock solid figure.

“Your hands are always on me.” You laughed, running your fingers through his hair as his tongue glided against your skin.

“You’re goddamn right.” He smirked, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he looked you up and down.

“You’re so bad!” Sheri laughed, playfully hitting your leg as you sat up on the kitchen counter. “This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.”

“Who would want that right?” Courtney said, trying to join in with your laughter.

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you liked Courtney. She was two faced  and one of the most fake people you’d ever met.

Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your blunt response and she turned around to walk away, almost knocking over Hannah who was coming into the kitchen. You could see the distraught look on her face so you waved her over.

“Hey. What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.” You asked, noticing the tear stains on her cheeks.

“I screwed it up.” She sighed, shaking her head as she stared at the ground. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look. You two have been playing this game for too long.” You jumped down from the counter, cupping her face in your hands. “Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him about it. Whatever happened - I’m sure it can be talked out. You have to go after what you want Hannah. Make things happen for yourself.”

Sherri nodded in agreement, “Otherwise you’ll go on hating life because things magically work out for you.”

She looked between the two of us and nodded. “Maybe I’ll call him tomorrow. I just want to go home. I’m sure he’s long gone by now.”

You smiled, lifting the corner of her lips into a smile which made her laugh. “That’s a start. Be assertive. That’s how I got Jeff.”

“It’s true.” You heard his voice before he wrapped his arm around your chest from behind. “I was an idiot 8th grader who was too scared to tell her and I guess she’d gotten word of it so one day after school, she marched right up to me, kissed me on the lips, and told me to ask her out. I knew right then that she was the one.”

Sheri and Hannah laughed. Sheri was there that day but Hannah looked at you in disbelief.

“Grab life by the balls, girl. It’s to short for all these games.” You advised with a laugh.

“Hey Sheri, you’re blocking me in.” Jeff spoke up again.

“Let me grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered before they left the room.

“Where you going?” You asked, turning your head to look up at him.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a quick beer run for the guys.” He answered as you turned around to lean against him.

“Want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along the side of his neck.

“Not if you’re having fun babe. It’ll be super quick.” He laughed as you nibbled along his jawline.

“I have the most fun with you.” You smiled pulling away to take his hands in yours.

“Good answer.” He laughed, throwing an arm around you as he lead you through the crowd.

You waited outside for Shelley to get situated in her car. With your arms wrapped around Jeff’s waist, you looked up at him, smiling as he spoke to someone else across the yard. You always found yourself admiring him whenever you got the chance. He was just a beautiful man inside and out.

He noticed and smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You laughed, taking one of his hands in yours. “You know what? Its way too nice out to drive. Let’s walk.”

“It’ll be quicker to drive.” He replied with a smile.

“So? We’ve got all night.” You said tugging on his arm.

He raised your arm up making you twirl before pulling you into his arms again, the look of love and adoration in his eyes making you blush. 

“Well when you put it that way.” He laughed.

You waved at Hannah and Sheri who were smitten watching the two of you.

“Drive safe!” You yelled out before you and Jeff started walking down the block. 


As I sat and watched you and Jeff walking down the street - laughing, dancing, playing - I found myself hoping to have someone love me the way you two loved each other. But I had too much baggage. I was too damaged.

As I looked back on these events, I realized my mistakes. I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you. If I would’ve stayed longer at the dance or gone after Clay right away. I should’ve gone after what I wanted.

And so we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

You didn’t have to look out for me all of those times. Nobody else did. You showed me that was genuine people in the world. You showed me that there was such a thing as unconditional love. You showed me that there was such a thing as pure happiness.

And for that, I wanted to say thank you.

I hope you live out the life you’ve always wanted. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you and Jeff. 


Your fingers brushed over the Walkman. Tears streamed freely down your face as the tape came to an end. You lifted your eyes to look across the field, immediately finding Jeff. As if sensing you looking, his gaze locked on yours and he blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch like you always did.

His smile brought a smile to your lips and you wiped away your tears. Listening to Hannah’s tapes made you realize just how precious life was. Just how precious the people around you were. Just how quickly they could be taken from you.

Baseball practice came to an end and you walked onto the field to jump into Jeff’s arms. He caught you, lifting you off the ground to spin you around. Every time you touched felt like the first even after all this time of being together.

Yet it felt better this time. You held onto him tightly like it would be the last time. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you lost Jeff. He was your reason for living and breathing. He your best friend. You’re soul mate.

 “Damn baby.” He laughed, putting you down. “I know you like the way I look in my game pants but…”

“Well you’re ass does look incredible.” You smiled as he threw his arm over your shoulder.

“I love you.” He laughed, pulling you into kiss your lips.

 “I love you baby.” You smiled resting your head against his chest to listen to the sound of his heart beating. “For now and forever.”

A/N: Also, if you have any requests for a Jeff imagine, let me know. :)

***As always, none of the gifs are mine. 

Darling (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So here’s another Bucky oneee, well I hope this was what you wanted!! Sorry that I couldn’t think of a better name😅I had some fun writing the last part and I really hope that y’all would like it…enjoy!!

Request: @purplekitten30: Can I request a Bucky x reader? He’s been dating her for over a year and she’s just a normal civilian who works in daycare. He comes by the daycare often to bring her lunch and sneaks goodies for the kids so they always look forward to his visit. Cause who doesn’t love fluffy Bucky with little toddlers?


“Alright, kids, so what story should I tell today?” You asked the group of children sitting around you, each of them turning to one another as they started chattering. You were working at a daycare and during this timing before your lunch break, you’ll read them a story so they could listen while eating. You watched them with a smile, raising your brow as you saw one of the boys, a three-year-old named Nathan crawling onto your lap.

You placed your arms around him loosely as he turned to face you. Smiling, you brushed back his slightly long hair. “Hello, Nate.”

He looked at you with his big eyes, his eyes twinkling with adoration. “Hi, Ms. Y/N.”

“Why aren’t you eating with your friends?” You asked, a chuckle slipping out as you looked at him.

“They’re too loud and I’m not hungry yet,” Nathan replied, before looking up at you with a big smile. “And I like sitting with you, Ms. Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but find him adorable, especially when he says things like that. Chuckling, you tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. “You mean sit on me, not sit with me.”

Nathan looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, that.”

You watched as Nathan picked up a drawing and showed it to you. You held it closer as you examined the drawing, seeing that he drew a figure with long hair and a grey arm, you recognizing who he was drawing. Looking at Nate, you smiled. “Why did you draw Mr. Bucky?”

“‘Cause I think Mr. Bucky looks very cool,” Nathan replied. You laughed and nodded.

“Yes, he’s very cool,” you said.

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Falling (Carlos de Vil x Reader)

Requested by @fuckkoffcourtney 
Prompt:  hi!! could you write a carlos deville from descendants x reader where reader lives on auradon and is a teaching assistant in remedial goodness 101 and she starts to fall for carlos as he does for her? thanks sm!

You would walk into the room where you have been helping in the remedial godness 101 class for the kids Ben invited from the Isle. 

Sure you agreed with your friend Ben that it would be a cool idea, but you had no idea how big of an impact it would have made on your friend group. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” You hear a voice say 

You would snap out of your thoughts and look up at whoever had asked you the question to see the one and only Carlos De Vil. You would admit, he has sort of grown on you. but you didn’t want to say anything until you were sure that he would be staying. Besides, (insert mother here), your mother wouldn’t be too fond of him, he was raised by villains, therefore he will turn out just like them. 

“Yeah, I’m fine Carlos. Thanks for asking. It’s just been a very long day.” You say, rubbing your temples 

“If you want, you can join me and Dude for a walk through the forest.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck 

You smile and look back at the clock and nod, mentally thinking about your schedule. 

“I think I could squeeze that into my schedule. I don’t have to meet with Ben until 5. I got a few hours.” You say, stacking your papers 

“Sweet.” He says 

You laugh as you stand up and put your books and papers in your bag, slinging it across your shoulder, walking out of the room with Carlos right next to you. 

“How did you even get caught up with helping in this class?” He asks 

“Let’s just say Ben is a very thoughtful friend.” You say with a laugh 

“He just volunteered you?” He asks, shock in his voice 

“When you’ve known each other for basically you’re whole lives, he doesn’t even ask me. He knows I’ll most likely do it.” You say with a smile 

“Well, it’s pretty cool having you help teach that class. I don’t know if we would have survived that class if it wasn’t for you.” He says 

You laugh and look at him with a little surprise on your face. 

“Of course you guys could have.” You says “Fairy Godmother is a very good teacher for goodness.” 

“That’s only because she doesn’t know anything else.” He says 

“True.” You say with a laugh 

He smiles as you two continue to walk through the woods in silence, an occasional bark from Dude. 

“How are you guys liking Auradon anyway?” You asks 

“It’s actually a lot cooler than we all thought. Other than all of the… what’s the right word?” He says 

“Rules?” You ask 

“That’s one thing, but not what I was getting at. I want to be nice but all of the prince and princesses everywhere are just so different from the isle.” He says 

“Yeah. Back at the isle is just the kids of our biggest villains who have tried to take our parents down.” You say 

“Exactly.” He says 

“Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Cause in my opinion, I think Mal was a good thing that happened to Ben.” You say 

“You weren’t upset that he broke up with Audrey?” He asks, shock lacing his voice 

“Not at all. Me and Audrey had our differences. I thought she was too controlling over Ben.” You say 

“That would make sense. You have been part of his life longer than she was.” He says 

You laugh and nod, looking down at the watch you always wore, and purse your lips. 

“I have to go. I have to meet Ben in about 30 minutes. Talk to you tomorrow?” You say 

“Yeah, of course.” He says, a smile on his face 


You would be looking at the papers Fairy Godmother gave you to go over for the next lesson in Remedial Goodness 101. You groan in frustration as you waited in the office, waiting for Ben, who was now 15 minutes late to his own meeting that HE planned. 

“Sorry that I’m late Y/N. Got distracted.” Ben says as he hurries in, shutting the door behind him 

“Date with Mal?” You ask, not looking up 

“Yeah. How is Remedial Goodness 101 going with them? I hope that it wasn’t too much for you.” He says as he sits across from you, handing you some water 

You finally look up from the papers as you put them back in your bag, taking the water from his hand and take a sip. 

“I want to say it’s going good. I’ve seen major improvement in them from when they first came to Auradon.” You say 

“That’s a plus. Do you think you are still needed?” He asks 

You shrug and lean back in your chair, looking at him. 

“Doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have a class that period, I’m usually in the library studying.” You say 

“You sure? There’s not a certain somebody in there.” He says 

You look at him, confusion then shock on your face and she mentally face palm. 

“What has Mal told you?” You ask 

“That she’s noticed how your attitude has seem to change since you and Carlos started talking after class more often.” He says 

You look away, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. He laughs as he sets his water down. 

“I knew it!” He says 

“Knew what?” You ask 

“I knew you liked him. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” He says 

“Alright, I’ll admit, I think I’m falling for him.” You say 

“That’s okay Y/N. Your parents would like him.” He says 

“Who knows.” You say 

You look over at him and he just has that look on his face. You roll your eyes at him, sighing. 

“You’re lucky I have faith in you. Or I wouldn’t believe you.” You say 

He laughs, shaking his head. 


“Carlos, you were out longer than usual.” Jay says as Carlos walks into the dorm room 

“Yeah, I know. I lost track of time while I was talking with Y/N.” Carlos says, sitting down at the table 

“Oh is somebody else falling for one of them?” Jay teases 

“I just might be. But I don’t think it’s a good thing. Cause our parents are just going to throw them in prison when they take over, so what’s the point?” He asks 

“Maybe your mom might let you keep her out of prison.” Jay says 

“Highly doubt Mal’s mother would though.” He says, logging onto his computer 

“Just go for it. Mal shouldn’t be the only one who is somewhat happy.” Jay says 

“We’ll see.” Carlos says as he starts his homework

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Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

Elton John was playing, my fingers tapping against the side of the tub as my eyes stayed shut and I hummed the lyrics to “Bennie and the Jets” while I laid in the tub full of rose colored water and bubbles. After doing all the laundry, washing all the dishes, and cleaning all the floors in the house I’ve decided I needed a break, a reward for all the hard work. Harry had been out all day, promising to come home from dinner because he was finalizing the set list for the upcoming tour.

Something I wasn’t worried about a bit, knowing that Uni was over and I had the time to spend touring around various countries with my love for months, listening to him perform day after day, something I could watch forever. 

The song soon changed to “Good Grief” by Bastille, the tapping getting faster and the water sloshing around the tub more at the excitement over the song. All the humming, tapping, and water sounds along with the song playing loudly distracted me from the fact the Harry had walked in, setting his phone on the counter before settling down on the toilet seat. 

I opened my eyes, smiling over at him where he sat, lifting an arm to give a little wave before bringing it back to the side of the tub where I drummed my fingers to the beat. “How was it?” I asked with a content smile as I watched him remove hi watch and shoes, placing them next to each other by the cabinets.

“Got it done, f’ th’ most part.” He smiled, his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to talk better. He looked down at the pink water, my eyes following his and landing on my knee.

“Stop it, haven’t shaved in years,” I over exaggerated, sticking my legs back down into the water so he didn’t have to lay his eyes on my cactus legs a second longer. I watched him roll his eyes and remove himself from the toilet and sit on the edge of the bath, reaching down into the water to grab my leg.

“I love your cactus legs,” He hummed, laughing as he ran a hand up and down my shins, making me giggle and roll my eyes at his weirdness. “Wan’ me to shave ‘em?” He plucked the razor from the organizer and pumped some shaving cream into his hand, taking my shrug as a yes and instantly applying the cream.

“If anyone walked into this they’d think we’re the weirdest couple, absolutely mental we are.” I laughed, watching as he carefully ran the razor down my leg, I smiled, watching the concentration on his face grow as he reached my knee, trying his best not to nick the skin and leave it bleeding.

“Y’know, I’m glad we’re this close,” He mumbled more to himself than out loud, I nodded in agreement. “Imagine if I wa’ grossed ou’ by this!” He snorted, moving onto the second leg and using the same amount of concentration at before.

“Hey, wan’ do this every time? You’re doing well!” I laughed, leaning forward and washing the cream off my legs. “What other boyfriends would do this, thank you, baby.” I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his pink lips, his hand immediately tangling in my wet, knotty hair. You two were so close, however, that he didn’t care.

being close w your bf is something I absolutely love, def more of this to come I love this! (thanks for all the notes on my first imagine BTW love ya to bits!)

Some good stories from property management

So I work for a man who hates idiots and has no patience for people who just want to get their way, it’s a paradise. I thought I’d tell you some of the things I’ve been able do that most workers wish they could do so everyone can have a little cathartic release.

We had recently lost a client but they were still in our system. An automatic email went out reminding residents to pay their condo fees. Most people ignored it since we had told them several times we didn’t manage them anymore, others called in and after a one sentence explanation they were sated and went away. But there was one man who would not be pacified so easily.

He apparently started calling while I was at lunch. He spoke to my boss and, of course, got no where. So he began asking for the accounting coordinator but it’s a small office and when I’m at lunch my boss answers the phones and he could never get past him. When I got back my boss warned me the guy would probably call again and to not let him speak to the accounting coordinator because he was rude and wouldn’t accept that he was wrong. He did call and ask for her, I lied and said she was at lunch and he could have her voicemail. I transfered him and went to tell accounting not to return the call since the man had already been helped and he was just looking for someone to harass.

An hour later and I have almost forgotten this man, until the phone rings and this conversation happens:

Me: Good afternoon, [company name], how can I help you?

Him: I need to talk to L.

Me: And what is this regarding sir?

Him: I’m from [property] and you people are ruining my credit.

Me: [launches into speak about how we don’t manage them and that we didn’t charge him anything and there are no late fees or anything from us because WE DON’T MANAGE THEM, yknow all the stuff he was told at least 5 times]

Him: let me speak to L.

Me: I can’t do that sir.

Him: why not?!

Me: because there is nothing she can tell you that I haven’t and since you are no longer a client she should not be speaking to you.

Him: what are you her gate keeper?!

Me: as the operator that is the majority of my job, yes.

Him: but I pay you!

Me: not anymore.

Him: I want to talk to her!

Me: that’s too bad, she can’t talk to you.

Him: I want her to tell me that.

Me:[making eye contact with L] you want her to tell you she can’t talk to you? [Watches L break down laughing]

Him: yes!

Me: sir, that’s impossible. If you have anymore questions please contact your actual management company. [Hangs up]

Now, this is not the end. As I’m sure you can imagine he called to complain about me. My boss answered the phone and I heard this:

“Well sir we can’t help you we don’t manage your condo. You need to call the new management company. If you want to make a complaint you can leave a message on the president’s voicemail [winks at me]. But I’m sure he’ll tell you exactly what you were already told. Alright, one moment.”

He transfered the call and my coworkers and I all died laughing because the person who had just transfered the call IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE COMPANY. We all begged to hear the message he left but the boss said he must have recognized the voice on the answering machine as the one he’d just heard cuz he didn’t leave a message.

Tldr: a jerk harassed my coworkers all day, I told him off and the president of the company not only supported me but also stuck it to the guy.

A Hard Ride

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1086

Summary: Things get hot and heavy in the Impala with Dean

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, car sex, mentions of public sex, fantasies, fluff, my attempt at some humor. 

A/N: I was just in the mood to write some short car sex but this story really got away from me and got way longer than I intended hope you enjoy it! 

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Just Say It

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3k

Summary: You and Yoongi are stuck babysitting 

Originally posted by butterflyguk

A shrill scream erupted in the small apartment. Jarring and incredibly harsh, the noise pierced my ear drum and drew me away from the manuscript I was editing to find my boyfriend’s dog jetting down the hall to avoid the grabby hands of the two-year-old that was hot on his tail. She screamed happily again, two lop-sided pig tails bouncing along with her as she turned the corner into my bedroom.

“Sol! Leave Holly alone!” I ordered throwing myself out of the chair to chase after the reckless child.

In the bedroom, I found the girl struggling to crawl under the bed, her little legs kicking behind her pathetically. I reached for her and pulled her out, another scream emerging until I had her in my arms. She struggled trying to make me drop her, but I wrapped her tightly in my grip until she stopped wiggling.

“I want to play with the doggy!” she whined.

“Not under the bed,” I replied.

I carried her out of the room leaving poor Holly to cower under the bed where he often disappeared to when Sol was around. He had been more courageous early in the day because she was sick and hardly moving, but when afternoon came the poor thing had to run for his life. I only hoped he’d stay down there until his dad came home, then maybe I’d be able to get some work done.

“You’re mean to me!” she grumbled when I plopped her down on the couch where she had spent most of her morning.

Toys laid in messy heaps around her, her blanket a crumpled mess in the farthest corner. I had given her my tablet to watch cartoons on when she had woken from a fitful nap, but she had seemed to have grown bored with them. Now I scooped the tablet up and extended it to her, a mindless game set and ready for her to play. She squealed seemingly forgetting that I was the worst person in existence as she took it. I only chuckled at her change in attitude and went back to work.

She had arrived at seven in the morning nestled in her father’s arms with a low fever, a runny nose, and a painful cough. Her dad, one of my boyfriend’s closest friends and an only father, had begged me to watch her for the day while he was at work and even though I reassured him that she would be fine, I felt the same anxious worry when she slept through the morning with only small coughs to interrupt the silence.  She was strong, though, and by noon was feeling well enough to chase poor Holly around the apartment. Even though it made it harder to work, I was so grateful to see her bounding around with energy.

“Holly’s not gonna like you anymore if you keep chasing him like that,” I teased, eyeing her over my shoulder for just a moment.

Sol’s bright eyes looked at me fleetingly; her little fingers tapping tapping tapping the screen of the tablet as violently as she could, as if hurting it would hurt me. I chuckled a little, watching her face scrunch up at the sound and couldn’t help how much she reminded me of her father.

Like Hoseok, little Sol was a bright bundle of sunshine that made anyone smile just by looking at her. She laughed at almost everything and never let anyone bring her down. She had an attitude though, and an air of charisma that was hard to miss. She was the carbon copy of her father and for that I was happy. The world always needed more Hoseoks.

I decided to leave her be and returned to my work trying to remember what I was doing before Holly’s misadventure. The manuscript I was reading was a medical drama that was filled with chaos, petty fighting, and a smidge of medical terminology to remind the reader that the characters were, in fact, trained surgeons. Reading and re-reading three pages gave me no indicator of where I was and I knew I was about to lose the fragile quiet in the apartment when I heard the lock turning on the front door, aware that Sol’s favorite uncle was about to enter the room.

“Uncle Yoongi!” she screamed happily and I turned just in time to see her scramble off the couch, her tiny legs struggling to reach the floor.

Yoongi stepped into the apartment with a bright smile directed at the little girl scampering towards him as he slipped out of his shoes. He threw his arms out and crouched down just in time to catch her, her own little arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she squealed again. Yoongi’s gummy smile appeared front and center on that gorgeous face of his. He was happiest when he could come home after a long day and see his favorite niece, especially when he got to hold her in his arms.

“Who let this little mouse into the apartment?” He said in a childish tone that entertained Sol to no end.

“Uncle Yoongi I’m not a mouse!” Sol screeched.

Yoongi laughed at the little girl in his arms and scrunched up his face. “A bunny then?”

“No! That’s Uncle Kookie!” she whined. “I’m Sol!”

“Sol?” he squinted in confusion. “What’s Sol doing here? This isn’t her house!”

“My daddy brought me because I was sick.” She gave a small sniffle for effect.

The attempt made Yoongi laugh. “You don’t look sick!”

“I am! I’ve been very sick!” She declared then graced me with her stare as she demanded: “Tell him!”

“Hey,” Yoongi tapped her head with his nose, “Is that any way to speak to someone older than you?”

Sol wasn’t looking at me but I knew the pout she gave Yoongi at the scolding. I pushed myself out of my chair and approached the two, trying to keep my calm when all I wanted was to be in his arms, too. “She’s mad because I didn’t let her chase Holly under the bed.”

Yoongi mimicked Sol’s pout. “Were you being mean to Holly again?”

“I just wanted to play!” she defended.

“Play? You’re supposed to be sick!”

“I am I am I am!”

“Why don’t you look sick then?”

Her eyes twinkled. “Because you’re here, Uncle Yoongi!”

“Am I the perfect medicine then?” Sol and I both made a similar face of disgust and Sol shook her head at Yoongi’s affectionate gummy smile. He looked between the both of us as if waiting for us to get the joke, before finally scrunching up his face too. “You’re right, that was corny.”  

I laughed. “You sounded like Jin.”

Sol frowned. “You sounded like dad.”

“Last time I try to be funny,” he pouted shuffling his way towards the toy-strewn couch.

I watched him carry the small girl and hid my smirk as he complained about all the toys and seriously, Sol, why is this one doll nearly headless? The light giggle that came from her warmed my heart. The tug at Yoongi’s lips showed that it warmed his, too. He cleared a space for both and plopped down, a pleased sigh leaving his lips as his tired body sank into the cushions.

“Hoseok didn’t leave with you?” I asked making my way back to my chair.

“He was staying at the studio for a while longer,” Yoongi replied distractedly paying attention to another toy Sol had picked up to show him. “Should be here in another hour or two.”

I smiled. “Lot of work?”

Yoongi eyed me. “Not as much as you.”

“Someone’s been keeping me busy.”

He looked between me and Sol for a minute before he scooped the girl into his arms and nestled his nose into her hair. She laughed and screamed, two things she seemed to always be doing, before Yoongi pulled away.

“Sol, why don’t we watch a movie?” he asked the small girl then looked up to me with a hint of a smile. “Let’s send the meanie into the room so we aren’t bothered, ok?”

Sol happily agreed and so did I, thankful for Yoongi and his ability to distract her with colorful things.

I gathered my stuff and carried them off into the room where Holly had found himself nestled in the pillows just far enough from the door to make a quick get-away. He relaxed more comfortably when I closed the door behind me and sat next to him, his tiny body snuggling up right next to mine. I could hear Yoongi and Sol deciding what to watch from the other room.

It was adorable how quickly Yoongi softened for her. Ever since the day she was born, he had been enamored with her, often refusing to return her to her rightful father until Hoseok threatened to take away his Sol privileges. He was just as protective, too, and just as anxious and nervous when she was sick. I had to fight with both men when Sol was dropped off in the morning, encouraging them to go to work because Sol would be in good hands. Only because it was me, they said, and I teased them throughout the day for it.

Finally able to work, I managed to get through more than half of the manuscript before my eyes started aching from staring at the screen. Holly had scampered off to his bed and remained there when I opened the bedroom door. I made my way into the living room stretching and groaning and found my boyfriend passed out on the couch with Sol nestled softly against his chest. The sight gave me pause, a smile tugging at my lips as I admired them both imagining that, for just a moment, Yoongi was holding our own little girl in his arms as they both watched TV.

The thought made my heart swell anxiously, a feeling I had pushed away more than once. I wondered how Yoongi would act with a child of his own. If his interactions with Sol were any indicator, Yoongi would make an amazing and caring father. He would entertain all ideas his child had, would do anything in his power to make them happy. He would treat them like they were royalty making sure that they felt loved every day. They would be everything to him.

And they would make him so happy.

The sound of a knock made all three of us jump, Yoongi and Sol dragged from their comfortable sleep. I opened the door and found a tired Hoseok already moving his body into the apartment before I even had a chance to say hello. He didn’t even bother to kick off his shoes as he b-lined straight for his little girl who was extending her arms up to him sleepily.

“How’s my baby girl feeling?” he cooed when he finally had her in his arms.

“I was sleeping,” she murmured.

“Dad’s sorry he had to wake you up, but it’s time to go home,” he said softly.

Yoongi began gathering Sol’s stuff in the backpack she had come with and handed Hoseok her blanket for him to wrap her up in. Sol had her head nestled on her father’s shoulder comfortably falling back asleep as the two men worked. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the medicine he had brought and returned to the living room to find Hoseok nearly out the door. He returned, a sheepish smile gracing his lips as I slipped the medicine into the backpack he carried.

“Thank you so much,” he sighed as he stepped out. “Seriously, I owe you my life.”

“Lunch will work,” I laughed and waved goodbye at the sleepy girl I adored.

“Bye bye,” she murmured as Hoseok carried her away.

Shutting the door, I sighed and allowed my body to relax in the quiet peacefulness. Arms wrapped themselves around me, a nose pressed into the crook of my neck, and soft lips smoothed over the spot just below my ear. I sunk into Yoongi’s embrace.

“Hi,” he whispered.

I laughed and turned in his arms throwing my own arms around his neck to drag him closer for a proper kiss. Gently, I pressed against him happy to feel his lips eagerly moving with mine but felt an urgency when his hands slowly dipped under the hem of my shirt to run feather touches up my spine. I tilted my head just so bringing the kiss much deeper, but he pulled away just before the fun began.

“Why were you staring at us?” he questioned with a light in his heavy-lidded eyes.

“I wasn’t staring.” I tried ending the conversation with another kiss, but he backed away again.

“I saw you staring at us,” He laughed. “You were day dreaming so you didn’t notice, but I saw you.”

The blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it. I didn’t want to tell Yoongi what I had been thinking about when I saw him holding Sol like that. We had talked about having kids, sure, but it never made it past a few jokes about how bad we would be as parents. I was embarrassed to bring it up now.

To my surprise, Yoongi kissed my reddened cheeks, one after the other while his touch returned feather light up and down my spine. “Please tell me.”

I bit my lip, his words melting my resolve, and I let my hands glide over the buttons of his white shirt to keep them from fidgeting.

“I was thinking about you holding our baby.”

His movements stammered to a halt until he dropped his arms to his sides leaving me completely open for him. I kept my head down, too nervous to look up.

“What?” his voice deepened.

The blood rushed higher until I felt it touching my hairline while my heart hammered away in my chest. I never liked talking about these things; I always felt too open, too vulnerable. But it was Yoongi. It was my Yoongi. I pressed my forehead against his chest.

“I’m sorry I just-“ I stammered through suffocating breaths. “I don’t know. You’re so sweet with Sol and you love her so much. I was just wondering what you would be like with a baby of your own.”

The lack of a response had me regretting every word. He remained perfectly still under me with his arms held tightly against his body. If it weren’t for the vicious sound of his beating heart, I would have worried he’d turned to stone.

After a minute, his hands softly wrapped around my arms and pulled me away from him. His expression was stoic, but I could tell from the energy in his eyes that he was on the verge of combusting. I just didn’t know from what.

“Really?” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

I turned my gaze to the ceiling. “I know, it’s lame.”

“It’s not lame.” Carefully, he brushed his thumb across my chin and pulled my face back down to meet his gaze. He was still on pinpricks, but his expression was warm. “Babe, you know I want kids. I want our kids. But we both need to be ready for that before we take that step.”

His silent words were still heard. I was always the one who wasn’t ready. I thought again of how happy Yoongi looked when he came home, how excited he had been to see Sol running to him with open arms. But in my mind, happy Sol was replaced with a more petite girl grinning up with the exact same mischievous smile I saw on Yoongi all the time.

“We’re financially stable, right?”

His eyes brows pulled together. “I-I think so.”

“And we love each other.” I shrugged. “I mean we’re not married, but that’s just because we don’t see the point.”

He squinted curiously. “Right.”

“But we could get married, if we needed to.”

A smile began to form.


“I mean, a kid’s not a total buzz kill,” I muttered. His arms snuck around my waist. “Hoseok’s still pretty cool.”

“The coolest.” It was a full-blown grin now.

I resisted the urge to attack him with kisses again very aware that I needed to say this before I chickened out. “Our kid would be the best.”

He pressed his lips against my neck right above the frantic pulsing of my heart. He gave a soft nibble then moved to press his lips just above my ear.

“Would you please just say it.” His voice was hoarse again.

I took a minute to compose myself and pulled away from him. If I was going to say this, I was damn well going to be making eye contact while I did. The anxious feeling took over again, but I let it sit in my chest until it felt more like excitement.

I smiled and nodded. “I think I’m ready.”

“Oh, fuck, finally.”

He pushed me until my back hit the door and devoured every breath I had with his desperate mouth. My hands burned to touch every inch of his body that I could reach, my head clamoring with how right everything now felt. I was Yoongi’s and Yoongi was mine. It had been pointless to postpone this for so long.

He broke away and clawed at the hem of my shirt, but stopped himself before getting it off. Eyeing me through his bangs, his lips tugged up in an endearing smile. “I love you.”

I didn’t have to say it back, because he already knew.

“Eyes only for you”

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader


Warnings: ~ 2,250 words Jealous!Dean (If that’s a warning), sunburn, one bad joke about lobsters

 Summary: Sam, Dean and you had a stressful hunt behind you and are definitely in need for a little break. After some arguing with Dean, he agrees to go to the beach with you for a few days. At the beach Dean isn’t quite as cooperative as you thought. But when another guy tries to make a move on you, he’ll eventually has to change his attitude about the beach.  

A/N: I’m in the need of some vacation and this little fic came out of it. I hope you enjoy spending a little time with Sam and Dean on the beach. Let me know what you think. Critiques always welcome. Enjoy!

“Deeeeeeaaaan. Pleeeeeeaaaase. Come on. Let’s go. Pleeeeeeeease!” I whined. Dean, Sam and I sat at the kitchen table, munching on our breakfast. The last hunt drained all three of us. What was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, turned into a cruel demon hunt. They had no mercy on us. They’d thrown me and Sam across the room against a concrete wall, bruising us from head to toe. Thank god Dean killed those sons of bitches, before they could do more harm. 

After that we were in the need of a break. Now I just had to convince Dean to get out of the bunker.

He just shook his head no, biting into another piece of bacon.

“C´mon baby. I really need some vacation and there’s this cute little cabin at the beach not far from here. Sam help me out here. You want to go to the breach too, right? RIGHT?” Sam laughed at my pathetic attempt to bring Dean to wear bathing shorts.

“Y/N’s right. What harm could do it to go on a little beach vacation? And by the way there’s a great library near the cabin. They got that book about vampires during civil war, I’m searching forever.” Dean rolled his eyes at his nerdy brother, but sighed defeated.

“Fine. But I don’t do shorts. Not even swimming shorts.” I was already jumping up and throwing my arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I squealed. “You won’t regret it!” I didn’t hear his response; I was already running to our shared room to pack for our little trip.  A few hours later we were on our way to the little cabin. My head rested on the seat between Sam and Dean, dreaming about the hot sand between my toes, the cool water and the hot sun on my skin. I grinned and kissed Dean’s cheek.

“What was that for?” He looked at me and returned my grin.

“For being an amazing boyfriend who goes to the beach with me.” I said hugging him from behind. He rested his hand above mine around his neck.

“Guys I’m still here.” Sam gagged at the sight of us. We laughed at him, cuddling even closer to annoy him more.

“Y/N, please tell me we got separate rooms.” He asked in fear of sharing a room with us. “Ugh no? I thought you’d like to watch?” His eyes widened at the mental picture I gave him. Dean bursted out laughing at the sight of his truly terrified little brother. I joined him, no longer able to keep a straight face.  

“I even booked separate cabins. I wasn’t sure *cough* if you’d want to be alone. *cough* You know to read that book you wanted to get.” He rolled his eyes, making us laugh again.  We already had such a great time that I didn’t even realize when Dean pulled Baby up a dirt path.

Behind a few trees appeared a little wooden cabin standing at the foot of a white sand beach.  The sight in front of us was breathtaking. The light blue water looked too good to be true. I’d jumped out of the driving car, if Dean wouldn’t have shot me a warning glare, predicting my intentions. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags, walking inside the little cabin. The interior of the cabin consisted of a small kitchen area with an adjacent living room and a wooden table with two chairs. Next to the living room was a door that led to the bedroom and the enclosed bathroom. Sam went to make himself comfortable in the neighboring cabin, leaving Dean and me alone.

“Sooooo … how about we change into our swim suits and go swimming? The water looks amazing.” I asked as I unpacked our clothes. Dean was already sitting on the couch, drinking a beer he got out of the fridge.

“Naaaah, I think I’m relaxing here for a bit, watching the game.” He told me, already turning the TV on for the ongoing football game.

“Come again? I thought we agreed on spending some time together.” I argued.

“Woah woah, wait you said, we would go on vacation and doing a little break from hunting. I never agreed on this whole swim suits and sand where-sand-doesn’t-belong thing.” I was perplexed at his words. Was he serious?!

“Are you serious Dean? After all the hunts where we couldn’t even spend a minute alone and you want to watch football?!” I snapped at him, making him look up at my voices volume.

“Hey! You never said how this hunting break will look like. I was never interested in going to the beach. I would have been fine to just relax a couple of days at the bunker. You wanted to go to the beach. Now go to the beach.”

“Fine. I’m so sorry to think you actually wanted to spend time with me. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go outside.” I angrily stormed out of the cabin, grabbing my towel and sunscreen on the way outside. I walked to the small almost deserted little beach. I threw my towel into the sand and decided for a swim. The water was cold, but not too cold to make me shiver. I slowly walked inside the water until it hit my waist. I dived inside. When I was under water, I forgot for a brief moment the fight I had with Dean. The water relaxed my muscles immediately. I swam for a while until I let myself float on the surface of the water. The sun was warm and calmed my stressed mind.

After a while I realized how hot it got and swam back to the beach. I unfolded my towel and laid on top of it. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a deep voice next to me.

“Everybody’s getting all tan and you’re here red like you and to attract lobsters during mating season.” I looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw an incredibly handsome man standing above me with a big smirk across his face.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled and motioned to my body. I looked down and gasped as I saw how red my skin was.

“Fuck! I forgot to put on sunscreen .” I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and tried to reduce the damage as best as I could.

“First time on the beach?” He asked and sat down next to me.

“Yes …. No, I just had a fight with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some sunscreen.”

“I’m sorry. Why did you fight?” He asked. I looked up and for the first time I saw his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean. Light azure blue with little dark specs around the iris. I didn’t realize I stared until he cleared his throat. I shook my head and told the stranger whose name turned out to be Dave why Dean and I fought. It was nice talking to him; having someone who’s not involved in the hunting world and just listens to normal couple problems. We talked for a while and he offered to lotion my very sunburnt back. I gladly accepted and opened my bikini to give him room to put on the sunscreen. What I didn’t see was hoe Dean watched our little conversation from the window of the cabin.

I moaned a bit of the gently movements Dave gave my back.

“How are you so good at that?” I asked him, enjoying the treatment. He chuckled and answered “I’m a masseur.” I sighed and nodded.

“That explains a lot …”

“Yeah it does …” I heard an all too familiar voice behind us. I turned around quickly and saw Dean standing next to us, arms crossed. He looked like he’d rip Dave’s throat out if he didn’t stop massaging me.

“I think I’m gonna leave you two alone.” I nodded and Dave left me and Dean alone. There was an awkward silence between us. Until Dean spoke up “so I’m not doing what you want and you do what? Go out and let some random douchbag touch you?! What the hell Y/N?”

“Dean … Let me explain.”

“No Y/N! I don’t want to hear your excuse. I thought I could trust you. So, every time we fought, you went out and cheated on me?” He yelled at me. That made my head snap up. I stood up, looking directly in his raging eyes.

“What the hell Dean? I never cheated on you! How can you think of me so low?” I yelled back at him, he made me angrier within every minute he was screaming at me.

“Oh sure. You didn’t cheat on me because I got here right on time. Sorry to interrupt your little act here.” He laughed cold heartedly.

“Dean, Dave would never sleep with me. Not that I want it anyway.”

“What do you mean he would never sleep with you?” He asked confused.

I pointed my finger behind him where Dave was standing a bit away from us.

“I don’t think his husband would be happy if he’d do that.” Dean turned around and saw Dave kissing another man.

“Oh …” He rubbed the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed.

“OH?! That’s all you have to say about your little outburst. You accuse me of cheating, yell at me for no reason and all you have to say is OH?!” I shouted angrily at him.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry. But you have to be admit. From afar it looked suspicious how this man rubbed your back. After all you’re my girl.  And nobody’s supposed to give my girl a back rub but me” He smiled weakly at me. I couldn’t restrain my smile. I grabbed his hand and pulled his body towards mine, kissing him on the lips. He returned the kiss, thankful that I wasn’t mad at him anymore. We broke apart and smiled at each other widely.

“You know I love you, silly. I have eyes only for you.” He grinned at my cheesy choice of words. Suddenly that grin turned into a smirk and before I knew it he hoisted me over his shoulder running towards the water with me. That was when I realized he was wearing bright red swimming trunks. He laughed as he dived with me under water. For a brief moment, I was scared being thrown into the water, but I knew Dean would never let anything happen to me. After all I was his girl.


Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 845

Warnings: none just some Dean fluff

Request: So I got this bad sun burn and I was wondering if you could write a fluffy dean fic about dean taking care of reader who has sunburn I don’t really know how this works this is my first request so if you can’t it’s okay Btw I love love love your writings

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

You should have listened to Dean when he told you to put on sunscreen. You should have listened to him when you left the Bunker this morning to go tan out in the field by the Bunker. You made a place where you could relax in the sun, read a book or enjoy a lunch out there while you tanned.

You hated using self-tanning places because those things weren’t ever real and plus, when you tanned, you hated tan lines to you usually went topless, sometimes going naked. This was the place where no one would be able to see you and Dean wouldn’t be so jealous.

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Music Series: Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

You’re killin’ me, Smalls…you’re really killin’ me…

Beautiful old song…dripping with sap and cheese. Thank you, Anon, for this request and for reading!

Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley, found HERE on Spotify. xo



Wise men say, Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Harry lay on one end of the long sofa, pressing his feet lightly against your own as you lay opposite, facing him, his long toes grabbing yours. You look around your book and see him smiling sweetly at you. You giggle at his goofiness that you find so endearing, and set your book aside.

In the quiet of the still, peaceful day, Harry cherished these moments with you. Quiet moments where no words are needed, just being in your presence made him happy. Early morning or late evening walks along the property line, holding hands and stealing kisses. Watching a movie together as you lay back against his chest, his arms around you, pulling you closer every now and then to kiss the top of your head lightly. Lying beside you in bed, simply feeling your body flush with his as you both sleep. Every day he fell more and more in love with you.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Harry watched as you harmonized beautifully with his family. They loved you, and they could see how much Harry was in love with you.

“She’s wonderful, Harry,” Anne told him on your last visit to spend time with his family. She and her son sat outside, watching you kick a ball around with some relative’s kids, as family came to visit Harry while he was home.

“She is, isn’t she?” Harry confirmed. “Love her a lot, mum.”

“I know you do,” she grins. “I can see it.”

“Going to make her my wife someday, you know,” he smiles.

Anne’s face lights up. “Are you?!” she laughs, hugging her youngest. “Oh, Harry, that’s wonderful! Babies!”

Harry laughs at his mother jumping immediately from the subject of marriage to grandchildren.

“Not sure either of us are quite ready for that, mum,” he chuckles. “But I’d be lying if I said I don’t think about it. No other person I would ever want as mummy to my children.”

He looked at his mother, who had a smile, but tears falling from her eyes, so happy for her child. She hugged him again tightly, as they watched you together.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

As you stood on the little foot bridge, overlooking a nearby pond, you glance at Harry who is looking at you, and chuckle.

“What?” you laugh.

“I just love you,” he replies. “More than I know how to explain. More than I have words for. More than I ever thought I could feel for another person.”

“I love you, too,” you return, kissing him sweetly.

You hear him begin to speak, but his throat catches, making you smile. Harry takes your hands in his, turning you to face him, and kissing you passionately, before looking at you with watery eyes. With more love in your heart for this man than you know what to do with, you watch as he slowly lowers himself down to one knee, squeezing your hands tightly, your brows scrunching inward slightly.

“I don’t have a ring,” he laughs, “Not yet, at least. But, I don’t want to wait any longer…I can’t. You mean everything to me, and I don’t want to spend another day without the promise that someday you’ll be my wife, and the mother of my children.” You smile as a crying laugh escapes your throat. “Will you share the rest of your life with me, love? Say you’ll marry me.”

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

anonymous asked:

okkk so do u take requests bc i got a charles xavier x reader 1 where they have a small fight over smth and since y/n didnt come from a great home(at all.)she gets geared up and ready for like 3+ hours of (unfair) arguing but when charles gives in almost right away and smiles @ them after(isnt passive aggressive or anything)shes like hold on.You're gonna use this against me later right and hes like no??and they eventually talk abt how bad her family was and stuff??if you write this ill marry you

I expect the ring delivered in the mail in two weeks

Warnings: mentions of abuse, self depreciation

“Charles look ou-!”

The brunette just barely managed to dodge out of the way as a chair smashed into the wall just in front of him, shards breaking off and impaling themselves into the plaster, a bright blue aura sparking and bubbling with energy around it. The vibrations caused the bookshelf close-by to waver, and you were left watching in horror as it came tumbling down.

No no! You flung out your hands out but only managed to stop the bookshelf from moving - the various pieces of fine china and glass statues were already pouring out.


You stared at the cracked and shattered remains of the precious figurines on the floor, slowly putting the bookshelf back down, your aura dissipating from around it.


“Oops?” Charles rose an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

Oh jeez.

“Yeah, oops,” You swallowed, laughing nervously. 

“May I know what in the world you were doing?”

You sighed, already feeling yourself become small. Charles was the nicest man you had ever met, but sometimes he had quite the strict side.

You mumbled something underneath your breath.

“Hmm? You’ll have to speak up.”

“I was just messing around with my power,” You repeated, louder, looking to the side defiantly. “Its not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, you barely have a grasp on your powers, you can’t just expect to-”

“It was working-”

“-what if you had-”

“-listen to me-”

“-you need to understand-”

“I know!” You said, trying to make him understand. Your heart rate was already quickening, and you could see the tell tale signs of an argument picking up, triggering a fear deeply and subconsciously placed in your stomach. You had only met the man a couple of months before hand, and it just came to you that you had never really had an argument before. Sure, a couple of light disagreements, but never a full blown squabble. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to surprise you-”

“You have to be more careful next time,” He made his voice firmer so that the point would come across. Unbeknownst to him, his tone only made it worse, bringing up memories you thought you had locked away long ago.

“Charles, I-”

His mouth turned downwards. “You’re strong, but you can’t be reckless. You could hurt someone if you’re not cautious! Hurt someone seriously. We’ve talked about this.”

I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You felt your throat tighten, your hands shaking. Suddenly you weren’t yourself but a child again, and Charles was a hulking shadowy figure, shouting at you. You felt yourself cower, black creeping in on the edges of your vision. You readied yourself for the long, harsh talking to come, the argument that would last for another couple hours. I won’t do it again. I’ll be good, I promise. I’m sorry. Please don’t - just please don’t hurt me. I promise I’ll be perfect-

In the midst of your fear you heard it, a sigh.

“Anyway, come on, lets clean up,” He rolled his sleeves up, shaking his head out of it with a small huff. “It’ll take a while to get the small shards. Wouldn’t want to step on one.”

You could only blink at him.

He noticed your stare and blinked himself. “Y/N? Are you alright?” Rich, sky blue eyes roamed your figure as he narrowed them. “You’re not hurt are you? That burst of power might have drained you out.”

You didn’t understand.

“I’m fine. I just don’t…” You blinked again, hard, trying to regain your bearings. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” A confused wave passed over his handsome features, and he smiled softly to combat it. “Are you sure you’re doing well?”

He stepped closer and you instinctively took one back. Charles stopped, wary, the smile disappearing.

“Sorry,” you choked out, and it was all you could say. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“Hey, hold on,” He lifted his hands, taking another step towards you, this time hesitantly. You didn’t move, but perhaps it was because your legs had suddenly turned to jelly. “Its okay. It’s really not that serious, Y/N. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not…mad?” You let out a wavering breath. “That’s right, yeah. It was just an accident…normal people wouldn’t…”

Gentle yet calloused hands took hold of your arms, supporting you. (When had he gotten so close?) It was a good thing he had, because your legs almost immediately collapsed. His chest was the only thing stopping you from hitting the ground.

Pine, you thought. He smelled like pine. Pine and his cologne, and old library pages and a whiff of toothpaste, plus that odd yet pleasing aroma that was just him. 

“I think we need to talk,” His voice rumbled through you. You flushed, still trembling.

“I just,” You inhaled deeply to steady yourself, staring at his shirt in order to pretend that you didn’t feel those enigmatic eyes boring into you. “I didn’t have the best…past.” You struggled for words. “My parents were abusive I suppose, though of course I didn’t realize that when I was younger. And this was without them even knowing I was a mutant. I-It made me suppress my powers that much more because I was s-so scared, and I’m terrified I’ll never be able to use them properly now. That argument just brought back- I-”

You choked up again, embarrassed at your proximity to him, frustrated at your inability to communicate yourself, just angry at everything.

“Shh,” He brought you from out of his chest but you still looked every place but him. His fingers placed themselves so lightly underneath your chin you would have thought them not to be there until he slightly tilted your head up. 

You expected to see pity in his eyes but was surprised to see the overwhelming understanding, joined with sympathy and another emotion you couldn’t quite place. 

“If you can’t speak, then…” He visibly bit his lip in nervous thought, and you watched his teeth drag the flesh into his mouth with a fascination that burned your cheeks and flushed you to the tips of your fingers. “Can I…?”

You realized what he was asking when he shifted his hand from your chin. 

You wanted to tell him no. You wanted to tell him that you were too scarred, that you didn’t want him prying into your personal business, your memories, your entire past.

But just the fact that he had asked, and so respectfully at that, had your heart melting.

“Yeah,” You breathed.

He appeared surprised but smiled again, hand shifting upwards further. It paused to cup your cheek before his fingers were sliding along your temple. You watched his eyes flutter close and couldn’t help it when you felt your own do the same.

Relax, Y/N. His voice, unmistakable, spoke quietly in your mind. Just let yourself go back.

And so you did.

You went back through the screaming, the tension, the times you hid in your bedroom just to escape the nasty shouting. You went back through the derogatory comments, the instances when your own mother claimed you were a mistake, the days you went without dinner when you forgot to do a simple chore, the cold atmosphere forever in the house. The verbal abuse - never physical because otherwise people would notice the bruises - and the constant guard you had up. The nights you cried yourself to sleep, the nights you stared at your hands, wishing you were different, knowing that you actually were different as your fingers glowed blue at your will, but that that would just make things worse.

“Ugly.” “Spiteful.” “Lazy.”

You went back to the point where after everything, you had begun to believe all the things that were said to you.

You were brought back to your senses when you felt something wet slide down your cheek. Charles’ presence left your mind, and it was like the feeling of stripping dried glue from your palms as a kid - not unpleasant but odd and weirdly soothing. 

You were shaking but then you realized you weren’t, but Charles was. He was hugging you now, so tight you couldn’t move, and then you realized that the wetness you had felt on your cheek also wasn’t yours.

“Hey, don’t cry,” You said, voice just as rocky as you nudged his head that was pressed to yours. “I’m good now. I’m past it.”

“You are beautiful,” He said, and it was so sudden and out of context you didn’t understand.


“You are beautiful,” Charles repeated, inside your head then on his lips so that it was three times. Ugly

You tried to look away and brush it off, despite the warmth making your head spin. “Hah, you don’t have to-”

He cupped your cheeks. “You are so beautiful sometimes I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Your heart stuttered.


He continued, unperturbed. “You are also kind, and it is shown in your soul every time you speak.”


“You are the most hardworking person I have ever met. After suppressing your abilities for so long, you work day and night to improve yourself. It is amazing to watch.”

“You’re going to make me cry now,” You laughed, but it was a wet sound as you were already crying. 

“I’m just telling the truth,” He smiled softly, eyes twinkling, and you were drowning in them, drowning in blue.

You only let your head drop back onto his chest.

Thank you, you thought.

You weren’t sure whether he heard you or not, but his arms tightened around you and a thumb brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear with a feather’s touch. Ever so softly.

Originally posted by spacesong


anonymous asked:

9, gray

9: “You’re in love with her”

Although I haven’t known Grayson my entire life,
I’ve became so much closer to him then I ever thought I would. Ethan too. Let’s start off summer of 6th grade. I was outside, skateboarding down the street when a football came in contact with my head. I fell of the skateboard and onto the cement, leaving me with a few cuts on my knees and elbows.

I’ve never been the type of person to cry about little things, so I didn’t. Instead I got up and was face to face with 2 boys in front of me. They looked exactly alike. Instead of me yelling at them or going to tell on them, I decided to say, “Oh twins. Cool!” That’s what started our friendship. That day we spent first off getting my cuts cleaned but spending the day outside in their backyard, adventuring and doing all sorts of things.

But fast toward to now, I just graduated high school, and I’m spending my last few months at home before I’m off to college, and the twins are back in New Jersey as well. I opened a tray of little cookies as the twins walked into my kitchen.

“Ooh are those cookies?“Ethan asked, even though he knew they were. Before I knew it 4 large hands were grabbing almost all the cookies. I started smacking their hands away and looked in at the tray. There was 20 before, now there’s 4.

"Are you guys serious?"I asked, grabbing the 4 cookies as I threw away the tray. I went into the living room where I sat down on my favorite part of the couch. I was where it was a bit longer than the rest, which made it the perfect place to sleep.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?"Grayson offered. I nodded as Ethan’s phone went off, signaling he got a text. I watched as his brows furrowed together before groaning.

"I’ll be back in a few, Cameron is making me get her stupid chips that I ate"he said. I laughed as Gray and I said bye. Grayson came closer to me as we started the movie, my head against his shoulder. To be quite honest the movie he picked was boring, and he knew it too because his eyes struggled to stay open. I giggle a bit before turning to face him. My actions made him wake up a bit, as he turned to face me as well.

"How’s your girlfriend?"I asked. He rolled him eyes.

"She’s not my girlfriend”

“She’s going to be”

“Umm no she’s not"Grayson said. I pushed his arm a bit, being able to feel how tense he was for no reason.

"Come on. You’re in love with her"I said. He scoffed, before getting up and walking to the kitchen and I followed him.

"Why are you being like this?"I snapped. He whipped his head around.

"Why are you telling me who I love?"he snapped back.

I rolled my eyes. "Because you do love her. You’re in love with her”

“No I don’t and I’m not. God! Can’t you see Y/N? I’m in love with you! I don’t love her. She fucking took my phone and put her number in it and texts me nonstop. I don’t even know her fucking name!"he started going on.

"Gray-"I tried to stop him but it didn’t work

"No Y/N. I can’t sit here and pretend anymore. I’ve been madly in love with you since the day I met you in 6th grade. And I didn’t say anything because I thought it would ruin what we have, but even if it does, I just wanted to tell you,” he said, looking at me. I felt his eyes piercing into my skin as I walked towards him.

“That is going to ruin our friendship Grayson. Only because we’re not going to be friends anymore,"I said before placing my lips on his. He practically melted into the kiss, his arms going around my waist before lifting me up on the island, never taking his lips off mine. I pulled away and he smiled.

"God I’ve been waiting to do that for 6 years now"he said. I laughed as my arms went back around his neck, and our lips went to where they belong, on each other.