when i focused all my attention to him

Hot Off The Press

Another AU where Jacky-Boy is a hockey player and Bitty has a job that involves hockey bc that’s my aesthetic. Anyway, I really know nothing about how the world of sports journalism works so there is probably some inaccuracies in here, but it’s an AU so who cares. Artistic license and all that. Very slightly NSFW (i just wanted to get all the warnings out there). 

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“Are you into men?”

Jack has been asked this question before, but in such a subtle way (and typically involving Parson) that it’s easy to avoid. No reporter has ever straight out asked him. Besides, he’s not gay. He’s bisexual. So when Jack usually tells them, “No.” it’s not a lie. However, this time it feels different. Maybe it wasn’t just this particular time, but all the times added onto each other that’s finally causing him to really think about what hole he’s digging himself into.

The blunt question has him feeling panicky and the other presser notice his reaction too. Jack can’t say no, because that’s not true. He is into men. Jack’s panic quickly shifts, and now he just feels like shoving the microphones away and storming out, because this is hockey goddammit. Not E! news.

“Excuse me?” Jack clears his throat, trying to buy himself some time to think of a properly crafted response. Over the years, he’s developed a talent for that.

But everything is on overdrive and he feels his breath start to quicken again–

“Are you into men?” Another reporter asks, and it takes Jack a moment to realize that the reporter isn’t asking him. He’s asking the man who popped the question in the first place.

 All attention, including Jack’s, turns to the small blonde that got lost in the bundle of people. He holds up his mic towards the reporter who popped the question in the first place. 

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Fathers Day for Tony (Quick Fic)

For @shitshitshitshitwhy who asked for an Awkward!Spidey trying to say Happy Fathers Day to Tony

Tom Holland is Peter, of course RDJ is Tony.

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Peter had been trying to talk to Tony all day.

First in the elevator that morning, as they headed up to Tony’s mandatory Sunday breakfast with the team. Peter had been thrilled to catch Tony alone for once, and had reached in his backpack for the small package and card he had bought yesterday, only to turn around and see Tony on his phone, talking loudly about the pillows on his bed and why they just weren’t fluffy enough, and yes he was aware pillows deflated, but he needed perpetually fluffy pillows.

Peter had just sighed and put the package away.

>>>>>>>>>

After breakfast when Tony and Happy were arguing over who to invite to the birthday party for Clint that weekend, Peter tried to talk to him again.

“Um, Mr Stark?” Peter cleared his throat nervously. “Mr Stark if you have a moment–”

“Do you think it would be obnoxious to decorate in purple?” Tony was saying and Happy nodded emphatically.

“Tony, Clint hates purple.”

“But Clint wears purple.” Tony countered.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter tried again. “I need like two seconds, just real quick.”

“Hey Underoos.” Tony said with a bright smile and Peter flushed a little in happiness. “Do you think Clint would shoot me with an arrow if I decorated his party in purple because Happy thinks—”

“I’ll come back.” Peter said dejectedly, and waved, completely unnoticed by them.

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ok so i’m finally posting ab my experience at mike’s class for all those asking!!

so it was 14 people and we all sat in two rows, and when mike came in he greeted us and plopped down in the middle. basically, everyone went up one by one, sang a song (or two, if mike asked), he gave them advice/comments/notes, and then they sang it again while applying those notes.

naturally, i was nervous, but mike is SO chill and hilarious and gave every person his full attention, so you couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him. he made tons of funny comments and had a great sense of humor, and spoke to each one of us casually. really, i thought i’d be freaking out, but he’s just like any other normal guy. he laughed and swore and seemed to be having a good time.

of course though, when it came time to mentor us, he was very well-versed, helpful, and attentive and mainly focused on emotion in acting and the execution of our performances, not our singing voices (for those wondering). i learned a lot about confidence and honing personal emotions into my acting. he really made sure everyone got something out of the class!

afterwards, he hung out for a bit chatting and taking pictures, the usual. i approached him and spoke with him for a while, thanking him for everything he does and all that. like i said, he’s super chill and kind and casual. overall, the masterclass was more helpful than i could’ve imaged and i’m so grateful to have met and been taught by him!!

Addiction

Prompt: Can you write an imagine where your childhood friends with Bruce Wayne? ( kinda like his relationship with Rachel in the dark knight rises) and he as fallen in love with you but you left Gotham to go travelling and then came back and he introduces you to the batfamily as his wife??

Words: 769

Fandom: DC


          It was the call from Alfred that pulled you back in. It had been nearly eleven years since you had seen him, had almost been rid of your addiction to him, and then Alfred had called. And of course you couldn’t say no. Walking through the manor, you nod to Alfred before heading into the study. The older butler follows you down and into the cave. You wait for him to fire up the zeta tube, and once his authentication has gone through, he gives you the go ahead.

          It’s a strange sensation to feel your molecules shifting. It takes a moment for you to shake the feeling off, after stepping on to the platform. You know the man standing in front of you, more often than not his picture is on the front of the paper. You extend your hand, doing your best to stay professional, to keep your distance, “Superman.”

          “Doctor Y/L/N, please follow me.” You do as he asks, and do your best to not stare at everything in awe. After all, you’ve never been in space before. You bypass the other superheros standing in the hallway outside the OR. You don’t make eye contact, you just listen as one of Earth’s greatest heroes explains that you have the best equipment in the world available to you.

          And then you get to work. You have a minimal staff to work with, but you’ve been in worse conditions. You’re ready to go, and then you see him. He’s beaten and bruised, and he’s on oxygen. You have to force your eyes away, and look at his chart. He has several broken bones, a collapsed lung, and internal bleeding.

          You get to work. You spend several hours in surgery. And then you spend time just staring at him. You pull your eyes away as people begin filing in. You watch as people surround him and you can’t help but smile. Bruce had always been a loner, since you were children. The two of you had been best friends, had grown up together. You had stood by him after his parent’s murder.

          But eventually he had begun to pull away. Then he had disappeared for several years, when he had come back he had been ready to try a relationship. You had been in your last year of pre-med. The whole Batman thing had come out when he had nearly died, and Alfred had needed someone to patch him up.

          You had been done after that. You couldn’t bring yourself to watch him kill himself. You had applied to med school on the other side of the country. You saw him occasionally over the years, and you had kept up with him through the papers.

          As people began talking to him, you slip out of the room. You stay for the next few days, and do your best to avoid people, but your timing had never been all that great. So, of course you’re there when he wakes up. And somehow through all the people talking to him, and clamoring for his attention he sees you. His voice is hoarse as he says, “I thought you were done patching up my stupid ass up.”

          “Alfred called.” You say, focusing on the chart, acutely aware of how quiet the room has gotten.

          “You said you wouldn’t save my suicidal ass again, even if Alfred begged you to.”

          You turn to meet his eyes; they’re exactly how they were when he was a child. “He promised to bake those peanut butter cookies I like.”

          “You were always a sucker for those.”

          You just roll your eyes as one of the younger men in the room asks “Father, who is this?”

You can see his response coming before it comes out of his lips and you warn him, “Don’t you dare, Bruce Wayne.”

          But he’s never been scared of you. “She’s my wife.” He says it so matter of fact that you want to strangle him.

          Your hands go to your hips and you voice reaches this slightly screechy pitch. “Bruce Wayne, how many times do I have to tell you to not say that?”

          He smirks. “It’s true.”

          “We were seven Bruce!”

          “My father walked you down the aisle, my mother did your make-up.”

          “It was your idea!” You point out.

          “Never claimed it wasn’t. You were beautiful by the way.” The two of you continue bickering for the next few minutes, until you storm out the room. And as you head back to your designated bedroom, you can’t help but feel that the addiction is back in full swing.

“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it : 

Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that. 

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

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-I just don’t understand sir. 

Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father. 

-Uh ? 

-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes. 

-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?

-Miss (Y/N). 

-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!

The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.

-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ? 

Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice. 

He was the Batman. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.

It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything.  And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before. 

Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was. 

With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :

-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ? 

-Well, I have just one question sir. 

-Go ahead Al’. 

-Do you love her ? 

-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that. 

-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two. 

Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you. 

-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away. 

The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says : 

-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ? 

-Uh ? 

-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ? 

Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers : 

-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact. 

Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ? 

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Looks like Georgie here thinks that was especially brilliant!

Pairing: George x Reader

Request: Hey can you write a george x reader when they have DA training ang George is looking at Y/N all the time and boys tease him about it?

A/N: I’m super mega pissed because all of my notes got wiped so aaaaall the requests I save and aaaall the Imagines I was writing have now completely gone! Terrific! 

Squicks: I think I said a naughty word, rhymes with brother trucker :)


You were a fairly quiet girl: generally keeping to yourself and close friends and not really doing much to step out of your comfort zone, but you figured that that needed to change, especially if you were ever going ever to get the attention of George Weasley.

[George’s POV]

I signed up to join Harry’s little group that he and his friends organised, designed to teach Defence Against The Dark Arts while Umbridge was in power; they called it Dumbledore’s Army.

My main reason for joining was because I wanted to practice and actually learn some defensive spells (and that wasn’t gong to happen with Umbridge running the joint), but also because the word of mouth was that Y/N would be signing up too.

Today was the first official meeting of the DA. Harry had discovered a secret room in the castle, known as the Room of Requirement. Harry started off the lesson by going over the basics, the first spell being Expelliarmus.

Harry went through what exactly the disarming charm did, while Y/N listened tentatively, giving a small nod every now and then of understanding, her arms crossed and giving her full attention.

“Got your eye on Y/N, have you?” Fred nudged me and said quietly, his voice dripping with amusement,

“Shut up,” I retort… There was no point lying to him, he was my twin brother after all, there’s no fooling him.

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By the next DA meeting, it seems as though Freddie had let slip of my attraction towards Y/N, since I received a lot of nudges and whistles when Y/N walked in.

Today Harry had us focusing on the Stupefy charm, and we all found a partner that we would be duelling with.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, and no, I’m not partnered with Y/N, much to Fred and Lee’s disappointment… Cho beat me to it.

Y/N and Cho stood opposite each other in the middle of the room, their wands drawn. Obviously I was staring at Y/N, and the boys found it hilarious.

“Stupefy!” Y/N’s voice echoed off the walls. She cast the spell perfectly, causing Cho to go flying backwards, Harry barely catching her.

I stared at Y/N in awe. The girls all applauded her, while Fred told me that maybe a photo would last longer.

“Looks like Georgie here thinks that was especially brilliant!” one of the dickheads, Zachariahs called out, while his group of shits laughed.

Y/N of course heard, and was now looking at me, her cheeks a slight rosy colour.

“Yeah, I do,” I agree, which he didn’t expect at all, “And I reckon you couldn’t cast any spell half as good as that one, and it was only her first go!”

Zacharias stuttered for a bit, looking remarkably similar to a fish out of water opening and closing his ginormous mouth. The girls around Y/N all giggled, while she gave me a glowing smile, which I returned, even though Fred and Lee were rather off-putting with their snickering and elbow jabs.

Once the meeting was officially over, Y/N was the one who came up to me.

“Hey George, that was really sweet what you said earlier”.

Fred and Lee gave each other a look, before both of them walked on, surprisingly without saying another word.

“Get in, Georgie!” Knew it was too good to be true.

Y/N giggled while I put my face in my hands and groaned. Still laughing, she put her hand on my shoulder out of pity, which was enough encouragement to look up at her. Her eyes looked like they were laughing too, they were shining brightly and full of happiness to match her contagious smile.

“I meant it, you know, you’re quite amazing at spells, and in general I guess too but more of that later,” I admit, which she clearly seemed to enjoy by her overly enthusiastic laugh, probably an attempt to hide the blush that was evidently creeping onto her cheeks.

“No no, feel free to go on about my general greatness, I wouldn’t mind,” she flirted back,

“Well I mean, I wouldn’t want you to get a big head or anything, so maybe I should space the compliments out a bit, shall we say tomorrow evening for the next few? I can assure you that I have a lot,”

While Y/N giggled and the colour in her cheeks deepened, I marvelled in the fact that I am literally the smoothest motherfucker in this whole damn school.

“I think that could work,” she smiled cheekily, stepping in a bit and looking up at me, her hands resting on my shoulders,

“Wonderful…” I whispered, as I cupped her jaw in my hands and leant down. My lips delicately met with hers, and she instantly kissed me back, her arms wrapping around the back of my neck.

Whilst it was only a short kiss, it was deep and passionate. I knew that there’d be a lot more where that came from, starting tomorrow night.

EXO (ex): dating Kris Wu would include

•  having to look past all of the ridiculous rumors and stories about him
•  he’d look pretty cold and withdrawn at first, and you’d probably hesitate before making a move on him
•  like he just looks kinda intimidating, but he’s such a softie and loving when you get to know him
•  he’s even a bigger softie when it came to you, and everyone could tell
•  would feel like he needs to prove himself to you sometimes
•  like-
•  he’d really love it if you didn’t bring up the past with his group, and just focused on the future with him
•  bc it hurts him to talk about what he’s been through, even though he’s still good friends with some of the members
•  using his big frame to his advantage when wanting cuddle
•  he’d just lay on top of you until you give up and give him all your attention
•  such a whiny baby sometimes
•  "are we seriously out of almond milk? Y/n, I told you not to finish my cereal and drink my milk smfh"
•  "you’ve been watching that TV show the whole weekend, lemme watch ESPN already you couch hog!!!“
•  "Stop stealing all the covers” “…Kris you’re literally a giant, how am I the one who steals the covers”
•  wrapping his huge hands around your small ones and laughing at the size difference
•  him being your personal heater
•  never knowing what to say when you’re upset, esp at him
•  he’ll sorta just get quiet all of the sudden and crouch down next to you
•  he can’t help but smile at your cute expression when you’re mad, so he’ll lift your chin with his finger and kiss you
•  "stop making me blush, you know I’m mad at you" “I know but you’re just too cute, plus you can never hold a grudge, babe”
•  barely having any sort of PDA
•  the furthest he’d go is hold your hand or wrap an arm around you if someone tries hitting on you
•  FaceTime when he’s away, and he’ll hide his face when he’s about to cry
•  "babe, I miss you so much…I wanna fly you out here, alright?“
•  playful wrestling matches that result in makeout sessions
•  wearing his huge shirts in public, sometimes adding accessories to make them look like dresses
•  trapping you in his embrace if you’re sad
•  letting you mess with his hair and tease him when he cuts it all off
•  staying by his side and assuring him that you’ll always be there
•  bc sometimes he can be a bit insecure, and just needs you to hold him and comfort him from the harsh world
•  this kid’s been through a lot, so just love him for me 💙

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Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

Close Call ~PART 3

The angst continues! Sorry this is later than planned… I fell asleep.

Read Part 1 First and Here’s Part 2

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This four-part story is essentially what happens when Lance and Keith get captured, and put in separate cells. Lance is injured. Lots of angst. Go read the other parts first.

Hopefully you enjoy! Also, I apologize in advance. Just keep in mind that this has four parts.

@taylor-tut @dogsahoy @voltronpaella don’t mind me just leaving this here


Lance continued to stare determinedly at the door. Any moment now, he told himself, Keith is going to break down that door, and get us out of here. We just have to stay patient. What’s that thing Shiro always says to Keith to calm him down? Patience yields focus.

“How’re you holding up?” Matt asked again, looking over at Lance with concern.

“’M good,” Lance answered shortly. Matt eyed him skeptically, but Lane couldn’t bring himself to say any more. Talking had become a conscious effort, and a painful one.

Lance’s breath came out in short gasps, and the wound had still not stopped bleeding. Granted, the sword had stabbed straight through, but Lance had been applying pressure ever since he woke up.

Still, without any proper medical supplies, his efforts didn’t do much. Both Matt and Lance neglected to address the slowly growing pool of blood under the blue paladin.

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rivendell101  asked:

"sorry were you sleeping" and "is that my shirt" for nalu! pls maci

Oblivious Doesn’t Mean Stupid

Pairing; Nalu

Word Count; 701

A/N;  Love me some good old fashioned nalu! And what’s nalu without bed sharing on a mission? And bickering? And blushing?

Anon asked:  “Is that my shirt?” With Nalu?

@celestial–aphrodite (celestialaphrodite) asked: “Is that my shirt?” Nalu! ❤

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Natsu blinked up at Lucy, both having spoken over the other. Natsu had started when he felt the bed dip behind him, and now he was faced with the sight of Lucy bathed in moonlight from the open inn’s window, one knee on the bed. In his shirt. 

He swallows thickly around his suddenly dry mouth and fat tongue, mind processing Lucy in his shirt. Her chest stretched it out when the fabric sat tight across it, but it swam around the rest of her body and hung loose of her shoulders in ways that tempted Natsu’s eyes to move in ways that went from ‘friend’ to ‘creep any normal girl would rather sleep on the floor than be within five feet of’. He finally drew his attention away from things he was not supposed to be focused on, watching her blush and fidget above him in embarrassed agitation.

“W-well, if someone hadn’t of burned my bag I’d have more clothes to wear to bed, wouldn’t I?” Lucy spat. Her cheeks puffed out in the way they did when she was anger with him, but not angry enough to throw a book. 

“Well if someone hadn’t thought it would be a good idea to play with baby farres then I wouldn’t have needed to use my magic at all!” he defended, smiling widely when he watched her pout further. She knew he was winning, and Natsu could imagine her stamping her foot in irritation. He’d seen her do it once too. She was adorable when she was angry with him. 

“Just shut up and quit hogging the bed.” Lucy grumbled. Natsu smirked as he scooted over, lifting the thin blanket for her to slide under.

“Not my fault they were so fluffy.” Lucy mumbled under her breath. Oh, she was so silly, forgetting about Natsu’s sensitive hearing.

“And was the mommy farre fluffy?” he asked, innocently. He snickered when she stiffened, back turned to him. 

“Shut up,” Lucy repeated sourly. She yanked the blanket tighter around her, Natsu rolling his eyes. As if he needed a blanket to keep warm. long minutes of silence passed then, Natsu narrowing his eyes when he watched a soft shiver trail through Lucy’s body, curled in the blanket as she was. Realization dawned on him that it was the cold that had spurred Lucy’s blanket stealing, rather than pettiness. Okay, maybe 75% cold, 25% petty. But still, too high of discomfort for Natsu to allow when he had an easy solution. 

Natsu wrapped his arm around Lucy’s middle, pulling her body flush to his. He ignored her soft yelp as he focused his magic to his skin, warming her and the air around them. Natsu smiled when she relaxed against him, even pressing back into his hold as her body chased the heat that he offered.And to think, Lucy had nearly chocked when Natsu had accepted the single bed room from the innkeeper!

“Better?” he asked, voice lower than he meant to be. He cleared his throat awkwardly, focusing on the honey and lavender scent that surrounded him, his nose pressing into Lucy’s hair as he took a deep inhale. Lucy shivered in his arms again, and Natsu furrowed his brow. She should be nice and toasty in his embrace, so why was the cold still bothering her?

“Yeah,” Lucy rasps, and Natsu has to repress his own shiver at what he voice does to him. Now was not the time for unwanted advances, and Natsu would rather be well rested without a fucked up neck from sleeping on wooden floorboards for their mission tomorrow. “Thank you, Natsu.”

Natsu swallowed thickly again, grunting in acknowledgment, not trusting his voice to be the right pitch. He squeezed her hand when he felt her fingers tangle with him. Natsu ducked his head further into her crook of her neck, grinning against her silky hair when he heard her gentle snores and felt her breathing even out, back expanding steadily into his chest. Natsu too found his way to sleep, curled tight against Lucy and sharing his fire with her. He knew the one bed would come in handy. 

The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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Another go; C.H.

A/N: I’m not sure what this is. i’ve been in a blue mood recently and I think it shows in my writing. But still; car smut. Enjoy.

I wasn’t sure if I were willing on giving this another go. There was something about an ex that made them obligated to stay in the past and remain there. Sometimes you deal with them and their problems, but moreover they stay hidden in a small box in the back of your brain. Of course, this had been all on me, suggesting we remained friends.

He had been one of my best friends and that first kiss had been a horrible mistake. That’s what I say now. Back then it had been on my mind for some while. Calum and I had this sexual tension from the beginning of our friendship that never faded, although we remained dormant to do anything about it. Eventually I must admit those few months with Calum had been the best of my life and I doubt anything or anyone will ever come near the passion and wanton I had with Calum. Not only had I had my best friend by my side, but I hadn’t felt so loved in forever.

I don’t even remember why we broke up to begin with. We argued, a lot. Most of the times it was stupid, avoidable things that would fuel his or my anger. It would almost always end that same day though, I made sure we never went to bed while fighting, because even though we were lovers, he was my best friend first. I remember keeping my head high while being among friends and completely crashing as soon as my front door slowly shut. It was something I did to spare Calum of having to deal with our girl friends throwing him filthy looks and to make sure the guys didn’t take pity on me. The first time we went out and assured everyone we could do this I ended up bawling on the floor, back against the front door of my apartment.

I had slept in said spot, and gone to work with red, puffy eyes and mascara in unknown places. My co-worker, wanting to be a good friend, phoned my then ex-boyfriend to tell him that I wasn’t feeling well. Try to explain you’re completely fine when your tears from last night are still glued to your face. Calum was reluctant at first, of course. Who is their right mind comes to console their ex on the breakup they were both involved in. But as I said, Calum was my best friend and that always came first.

It was the first time I had my best friend again since the break-up. He pulled me close, held me and I just cried. I stained his shirt, I told him how horrible I felt and that I honestly believed this was a mistake. That was a few months ago. We both thought it would be better if we remained friends. We both believed the sexual tension we experienced was something that would fade over time, even though this all started because we couldn’t control our animalistic behaviour.  

The fact that he is hovering mere centimetres from me and I am about to close that gap, states the opposite. His eyes are fluttering from my eyes to my lips. His fingers slowly tapping on the hood of his car, awaiting my next move.

I want to, but I shouldn’t. I’m contemplating this too much but our friendship was already on a silken thread and this might rupture it completely. I open my mouth to speak, but I have nothing wise to say. It’s not that I have many decisions to make other than question my moral standards. I want this, I want him. It’s always been him. I lean in the short distance that remained and seal our lips together. My fingertips brush over his neck to cup his jaw, pressing my upper body against Calum’s.

He groans into my mouth as his hands wind around my waist. Without any effort, Calum pulls my body onto his lap and leans down against the windshield of his recently bought slick black car. I feel shivers run up and down my spine which I can’t place. Calum had driven us up the cliff to a secluded area which overlooked the city. If this were a date, it would be my vision of perfection.

Instead, I’m sloppily kissing my best friend, hands groping underneath shirts while we’re out in the open. His fingers brush along my exposed thigh and I visibly shiver, breaking our kiss. “Take this to the back seat?” Calum mumbles, his gaze lowered to my breasts before he gazes up at me. I bite my lip, contemplating his offer. We’re fucked anyway. I push my groin against Calum’s hardening bulge as an unspoken answer to his question.

Calum groans loudly as his fingers dig into my bum and he lifts me, jumping off the hood. Without any trouble, he guides us to the backseat of his car, closing the door behind himself. “What are we doing?” I breathe, my fingers already unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Calum slides closer, his head disappear in the crook of my neck as he passionately kisses and licks. “Something I’ve been fantasizing about for months now.”

Calum’s answer goes straight to my core and I moan as I throw my leg over his hips, drawing him into me as I press his back down against the leather of the backseat. My dress rises on my hips as Calum’s hands wander, his lips back to caressing the skin on my neck.

My fingers trail over Calum’s smooth, exposed chest and up along his neck to cup his jaw in my frail hands. Calum’s hot breath hits my face as he enjoys every caress of his skin with his eyes closed. “I - I missed you.” Calum mumbles and it stings, so I try to ignore it and focus on making him, making myself feel good, in this moment. Of course, I had missed him too, but it was a somewhat mutual decision that we couldn’t do this any longer. I had tried to crawl back on that decision almost immediately.

I’m fumbling with the zipper of his jeans while he unzips the back of my dress and skilfully bares my chest for his wandering gaze, bunching my dress near my hips. Calum’s boxer short clad erection rubs again my dampened, clothed core which sends me crashing into him. I’m pressing my lips against his with such force he hums in pleasure, his fingertips digging into my thighs the more passionate our exchange becomes.

I feel him cup my breast, a rough squeeze following before his large hand cups my neck and chin, separating our lips for some well-deserved air. “Calum, I -” I stumble over my words as my eyes drift closed when his attention focuses back on my neck, all the while his hands are kneading my bum roughly. “Yes baby?”

“Now.” I was never one with a broad vocabulary, but Calum knew and understood my one syllable mumbles. He knew my body like no one else and as I lay writhing underneath him, he knew exactly where to touch to drive me insanely wild.

His mind clicks and he pushes his jeans as far down as possible with me on top. As soon as I feel the skin on skin contact a loud moan leaves my lips. Calum’s hands and arms wind around my waist, pulling me closer as he enters me.

I start swaying my hips back and forth, making figure eights as I let my hands roam wherever they please. My head is hidden in the crook of Calum’s neck, avoiding eye contact as I sink my teeth into his tender flesh.

Calum groans loudly, his fingers leaving marks on my thighs as he starts guiding me in a faster pace. I can feel he is nearing his release as he starts moving along. I can feel myself nearing again as I grind down more, searching for friction I know Calum would gladly give.

His hand disappears between our molten bodies and he lazily rubs along my clit, but it’s enough to spiral me over the edge. I’m a moaning mess against his neck, fingernails digging into the back.

He chases his own relief in stutters and when he finally finishes, a thick tension fills the air as our heavy breathing makes room for silence. I keep my face hidden in his sweaty neck and savour his scent and taste. Damn I miss him.

“God, I needed that.” Calum’s laughs as he peeks one eye open. I grant him with the tiniest of grins as I lift myself off him, a loud sigh leaving my lips. I think I love Calum.

“You know I love you, right?” Calum’s hand squeezes my knee reassuringly as he glances in my direction. I feel my eyes widen as I recall saying the last few thoughts out loud. Calum’s lazy smiles indicates otherwise and I mumble in return. “Yeah, love you too.” Calum starts redressing himself and I follow suit, keeping completely silent while doing so. His words warm my heart. Although I think we don’t mean the same thing.

too many

there’s a coffee shop i like to go to. i tell myself, ‘i never go here enough,’ but really I go atleast twice a week now. i don’t often sit inside, but today I felt compelled to take a seat at an outside table.
I felt sweat in the folds of my knees, and allowed my legs to stretch out into the side walk, taking in the shade created by the factory across the street.
i let my purse drop to the ground next to me, and thought, ‘these are truly the vacations I pain for.’
My back to the door, a man walked behind me, and I heard him finishing up on a phone call before going inside to order. It sounded like he was trying to speak another language, and his slow and careful pronunciations lead me to believe that it wasn’t his first language, or even one he spoke often. A long sip of my ice coffee, and I cursed myself for barely understanding my own language. 
He continued on, and I felt my body turn to take in just one look of the man I had been carelessly eavesdropping on. 
I didn’t expect to see a man in a mechanic’s jumpsuit, but my neighborhood stopped surprising me awhile ago, so i turned back around, and felt nosey for even taking in a glance.
Another couple of sips of my coffee, and I was happily back to my sidewalk oasis, bobbing my foot up and down, and smoothing my skirt flat against my thigh. 
The man came back outside and took the table next to me. He was drinking hot coffee without a lid, which would have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t such a particularly hot day. 
My foot kept bouncing, in rhythm with the alley breeze, when the man turned around to take a look at me.
Fair enough,’ I thought, and keep my eyes focused on papers and pens, and bits of rocks at my feet.
He brought his chin up to speak, grabbing my attention all at once,
“Don’t you think that’s too many tattoos?”
It’s funny how the charm could leave someone so quickly. 
I leaned back in my chair, and exhaled what felt like an invisible drag of a cigarette,
“Everyday I think that.”
it felt like i was telling him something i was proud of. 
“So what are you going to do now?”
as if an answer so complex was ready at the tip of my tongue at any moment of passing conversation, 
“There’s nothing I can do.”
“For myself?” he gestured to his chest, with no apparent undershirt under his jumpsuit, “There’s not one thing I can think of that I would get a tattoo of.”
“Yeah,” my ice coffee was empty, “You’re better off just buying the tshirt.”
He didn’t laugh, which was the response I expected, but rather listened to my words, and felt for his phone somewhere in his pocket. 
“Do you come here a lot?”
“I try to.”
extending his phone to me, I thought, he’s kidding right?
“Would you want to get together sometime?”
Now standing over me, he was tall, scuffed up, and clearly out of touch with what is appropriate to say to a stranger. However, I wasn’t particularly offended by our exchange. 
but i also wasn’t put on earth to bottle feed every asshole who just wants to see me naked and has no idea why.
“You’ll see me around here again i’m sure.” 
“Okay.” He put his napkin in his drink and started off down the street.
‘god-fucking-damnit,’ i dragged my heel,
and let him get completely out of my eye line before I stood up to walk home.
shaking my empty cup I thought, 
‘that’s what I get for turning my head.’

Pong Partner

A Shawn Mendes fanfic. 

WARNING: SMUT

A/N: I can’t believe I fucking wrote this. It’s long af and the smut part sucks but it’s my first time writing anything like this so keep that in mind. Feedback would be lovely xoxo (also if you’re not into smut, the smut doesn’t come til the end & it’s fluff up until then)

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It’s A Secret (Minho x Reader)

Character: Minho

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: It’s A Secret


Requested by anon:

hi I love your imagines so I was wondering if you could write one with Minho how he is usually sarcastic and such but when he is around y/n he acts all different and all the gladers tease him about it and try to set them up. thanks!!

Requested by newtmybby:

Hey I love your imagines! Could you make one minhoxreader where they really like each other and they flirt each other? And then at the bonfire Minho gets drunk and tells her how he feels?


A/N: I had an idea so changed it up a bit, hope you guys like it! ;)


I froze when I saw Minho walking my way, and I averted my gaze, mortified. It was very hard liking him and being treated like klunk in response. So I just preferred to make myself invisible and maybe then he wouldn’t pick on me.

And because I wasn’t really looking where I was going, I bumped into him. My shoulder collided with his sturdy frame, which made me sore.

“Look where you’re going, Greenie!” Minho told me off, being temperamental and sulky as usual.

Sometimes I did wonder why I liked him when he was that much of a jerk. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he wasn’t like I thought he was and I was idealizing him, thinking he was so great in his own way.

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He is Mine

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they are together and both work for the team. Lila Archer is back in town and trying to make a move on Spencer. The reader ain’t having it. @coveofmemories@sexualemobitch@jamiemelyn

                                                              —-

Why was it that the second you got comfortable in any aspect of your life, something stepped in to try and fuck it up?

You trusted Spencer. It wasn’t him. At all. It was her. Lila Archer. Where did she come from? Why was she here? And did she actually have the balls to continuously make moves on Spencer even though she was well aware he was taken? As she placed her hand on his arm for the 50th time in about five minutes, you came to the conclusion that yes, in fact this woman did have a set of balls on her. 

After excusing yourselves with a smile, you pulled Spencer away and headed back to your car. Grocery bags in hand. “What the hell is she doing back in DC? Career tank? Sorry, I’m being a snarky bitch.”

“I have no idea why she’s back,” Spencer laughed. He placed the groceries back in the car and kissed you on the forehead. “But you know you have absolutely nothing to worry about, right?”

You laughed, getting into the driver’s seat and bucking up. “Oh, I know. I trust you,” you replied. “But I don’t trust her to keep her paws off my man.”

“Your man?” he asked with a smile as wide as the galaxy itself. Hearing you talk about him like that always made him happy.

As you pulled up to the red light, you grabbed Spencer’s hand. “Yes,” you laughed. “My man. She best back off.”

                                                             —-

Apparently, Lila was back for good, or at least for an extended period of time, because you ran into each other over and over again during the course of the next few weeks. She frequented the same grocery store, coffee place, and even the park. Every time, she stopped to talk to you, and by you, she meant Spencer. She’d touch his arm repeatedly, even though Spencer recoiled at her touch. It wasn’t as if you weren’t aware of what happened between them when he had first joined the Bureau. They made out in her pool, which made sense considering Spencer was and still is an adorable dork and despite being a home wrecking fool, Lila Archer was a very pretty girl, but the past was the past, and you were near combustion as you watched her actively hit on your boyfriend of a year and a half. There was a proposal on the horizon for fucks sake; you were seething. 

‘We have to go,” Spencer said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into him. “I’ll see you around.” And with that he spun around without another word and the two of you began to walk away. “I know very little about women, why is she doing this?” He asked you. 

“I don’t know why she’s doing this specifically with you, but she wants what she can’t have. Men and women are guilty of it and I don’t know why, especially when I’m right here.” You were astounded at her gaul. She was really something. 

                                                            —-

“Who knew Pretty Boy here would have two ladies after him at the same time?” Morgan said, slapping Spencer on the back as he sat down next to him. 

You sat up in your seat and smacked Morgan on the shoulder. “Excuse me, I am not after him. He is mine and that bitch needs to back off.” The two of you had been telling the team about your repeated run-ins with the beautiful Miss Archer over the past few weeks. “She keeps touching his arm and like, blatantly hitting on him while I’m STANDING RIGHT THERE! I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” 

No one could stifle their laughter. The two of you were as strong as a rock. Lila wasn’t going to get between you, but they found your exasperation amusing. “I’m gonna kill you all for laughing at me,” you said once you’d taken a deep breath. 

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m just waiting for the moment you actually flip out on her,” she said, leaning over and kissing your temple. The team just aww-ed at your overwhelming cuteness, saying how Lila was way out of her league and way, way out of line. “That’s going to make me happy.”

“Really?” you asked. “Because I’ve been holding myself back for your sake. I know you two had a thing, but-”

“We made out in her pool for a sum total of about 2 minutes,” he started, quickly getting interrupted by Morgan. 

“Abou 2 minutes? Pretty Boy doesn’t have an exact time.”

Spencer stared at him blankly. “My attention was focused elsewhere at the time.” He turned back to you. “Anyway, I would hardly call what we had a thing. By all means, next time we meet up with her, go off.” 

“You really get enjoyment out of that?” you asked.

“Having you claim me as your own when I was a hopeless teenager, and adult frankly, who never thought anyone would want him, yes, having you go all batshit over me makes me happy.”

Well, now that you had his blessing…

                                                           —-

It was like the universe was conspiring against you. “Oh fuck me,” you said, returning from the bathroom. You’d been on your way to a local police station for a case, and you’d been in desperate need of a bathroom, so you stopped by the grocery store you frequented and you ran inside. When you returned…

THERE SHE WAS! WHY!?

The rest of the team had gotten out of the car, trying to divert her attention until you came back. Spencer was still in the car and when he met your gaze, his eyes lit up. “Lila,” you said, giving her a strained smile as you moved back up to the car. “What are you doing here?”

“I just had to grab a couple of things and when I saw Spencer here, I figured I’d come say hi. Still trying to convince him to catch up some time,” she said. Did she not know? You couldn’t comprehend anything else. “He won’t even get out of the car to say hello.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to.”

“Say hello?” she asked.

“Yes,” you started, feeling a rant build inside you. “Maybe he knows that the second he gets out of the car, you’re going to hit on him. He’s taken you know.”

She cut her eyes at you. Oh, she knew. She knew and she just didn’t care. Lila was just about to open her mouth, regardless of whether or not the rest of the team was around or not, but you didn’t allow it. “Okay, let’s get things straight here Miss Archer. My name is Y/N. I’m going to spell things out for you. Spencer Reid is my boyfriend of nearly a year and a half. He’s not interested in you anymore. You had his attention for about 2 minutes when he was in his early-20s. He’s moved on since then.”

“Oh come, Spencer,” she said. “You know we could’ve had something special. You’re really going to turn this down for her?” She motioned to herself while the rest of the team looked on in varying states of amusement and awe.

“This is actually happening,” Emily said behind you. 

Without missing a beat, Spencer spoke. “Yes.” Finally, he stepped out of the car. “I wouldn’t have had a problem catching up if that was all you wanted, but you chose to ignore that I love someone else.”

Her gaze darted between the two of you. “So next time, when you see him, and think about putting your arm on his or putting a piece of his hair back behind his ear-” You’d forgotten about that, so your voice rose as you said it. “-Please remember that this is mine.” Your teammates were just smiling now, as was Spencer who was smiling from ear to ear. Pointing all over Spencer’s body, you continued. “This is mine and this is mine and this is mine and this is mine. He is all mine. He doesn’t want you and I swear to all that is holy the next time you try and hit on the man I love I am going to punch you in the throat and then go home and sleep like a baby. Have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal,” she said snarkily. “Whenever you’re done with this overbearing hag, give me a call.”

She began to walk away, her hips swaying as she went, but Spencer apparently wasn’t going to let her have the last word. “You know scientists say the universe is made up of electrons, protons and neutrons. However, I don’t recall anything about morons.”

You could not possibly have loved him more in this moment. Morgan was slapping his shoulder, complimenting him on his nerdy comeback. Lila stopped in her tracks. “Now we have a job to do. Goodbye, Lila.”

You sensed the hesitation. She wanted to turn around and say something again. Hopping into Spencer’s arms and placing a kiss on his lips, you said it one more time for good measure, just in case she still had any ideas. “See? He’s mine!” 

Divided: Part 19

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 2527

Summary: In the fall out from the fight, your team finds it’s self divided as deals are made and grievances are aired

Authors Note:  Ok, I hope you all enjoyed the shit storm that was part 18, we are nearing the end now and things will be wrapping up. Also there is a small flashback in this part, portrayed by use of italics, so hopefully y’all get that. I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

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“Those are the terms, take them or don’t. I will have my revenge either way.” T’Challa speaks plainly, not attempting to hide the impatience in his voice. You shift uncomfortably, your restraints rubbing painfully against your wrists as you look up at Natasha and Tony, discussing your fate with the King, without even glancing at you.

“Just to confirm,” Tony starts, his exasperated tone dripping with sarcasm, “We give you Y/N, under the condition that she will not be harmed, and you keep your mouth shut towards Ross about the exact nature of how Cap and Barnes escaped?” T’Challa nods sharply, eyeing Natasha up and down.

“No deal.” Natasha growls her arms crossing as she stands back from T’Challa, glaring at Tony. “What the hell do you mean no deal?” Tony whips around towards her his eyebrows rising, “You do understand that if he tells Ross what you did, then they will be coming for you too, right?”

“Then they come for me, it’s better than turning over my friend to a killer.” Natasha spits back, taking a defiant stance. Tony’s hand flies up to his hair, anxiously pulling at his dark locks.

“Curious that you are worried about your friend in my company, but so easy to relinquish her to the assassin.” T’Challa’s eyebrows rise as he looks at Natasha, his gaze flashing to your gagged and struggling form on the ground.

“Listen, Nat.” Tony whispers, turning to Natasha, his back now to T’Challa. “Do you have any idea where Ross might put them? In the most extreme case… it’s not good. We have a King’s word that she will not be harmed… and she can handle herself. You may not believe me but I’m trying to keep Y/N safe. After the shit she’s pulled…” His eyebrows rise imploringly, trying desperately to appeal to her logical side, “she’ll be safest far away from Ross’s grip.”

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (12)

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Part 12 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

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Word Count: 3,700 (ish) 


But what I really wanted to say was happy birthday to: @itsp-erf I hope you had an amazing day. So my present to you is some birthday fluff.
…with some angst. Lol, sorry. Enjoy.


You moved back in your seat, Yuna cowering behind you. Jongdae’s hands were shaking, gripping his diary tightly his knuckles had turned white and his eyes were glazed over.

“I SAID WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” He screamed at you, his saliva spraying on your cheek. You winced at his volume, he was absolutely raging and you could see it. It was ironic that the time you were most scared of Jongdae was when he wasn’t armed with a weapon.

You stuttered, slipping up your words. “We were cleaning…and it was just there- and—”

“You decided to read it, even though it said private and confidential.” Jongdae finished the sentence for you, his voice laced with venom. He inched closer towards you and Yuna, his shoulders growing broader by the second.
“What part of private and confidential did you ladies not understand?” He stuck his hand out a grabbed your jaw roughly.
“I’ve never liked you Y/N.” He hissed silently. “In fact I don’t like the both of you. Acting like you’ve been through the most when you haven’t. You’ve only been involved in this mess for a second.” He stopped talking, grabbing your jaw harder. You were scared that he was going to break it, you tried moving your head backwards out of his grip, but it was no use.
“Breathe a word of what’s in here to anyone and I will come for you. For both of you.” He dropped his hand from your face and stormed out of the room. Your breathing was heavy as you tried to compose yourself.

“Y/N are you okay?” Yuna asked her voice small beside you. You had no words, you were still in shock. All you could do was nod. You were praying to God that that was an empty threat, but you were sure that it wasn’t.

It took you and Yuna a while to calm down, but in the end you were forced to be okay as a few of the men came to join you both in the living room to watch some television. You were now sat there with Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Tao, Baekhyun and Jongin. Chanyeol, you noticed was still avoiding your gaze and it was making you feel extremely uncomfortable.

Baekhyun flicked through the channels unimpressed by everything he was seeing.

“Ughh, everything is a repeat or just shit.” He said.

You grabbed the remote from him, making him stop at noir romance film. He rolled his eyes at the dialogue of one of the female characters.

“Love is all you need in life to make you happy. You just need to fall really deep.”

“Yuck. Bullshit.” Baekhyun pushed two fingers inside of his mouth, pretending to gag and vomit, making Tao snicker beside him as though he were a school kid.

“That is not bullshit.” You protested. “It’s true, you just need to find someone that can help you find a release from the darkness of mundane life.”

“Yeah like marrying the man that tried killing you multiple times. Ahhh Love. What a beautiful thing.” Baekhyun smiled, causing Tao to laugh yet again. He rose his hand in the air giving Baekhyun a high-five. You frowned at them, why did everyone treat your love as a joke. Sure, it started in the most unconventional way, but it had blossomed into something much more.

“Hey!” Yuna intervened noticing how upset you were. “Love is no joke. Kyungsoo would know, right Kyungsoo?”

You all looked over at him. His eyes were open wide, he was not expecting to receive the limelight but all of a sudden there it was.

“I…uh… well I wouldn’t call it love.” He stuttered nervously, keeping his eyes on his lap. “But it certainly feels nice to have someone I guess…”

Yuna smiled and crossed her arms over her chest as though she had just proven a point.

“What’s gotten into you Soo. I’m sure you used to be the most emotionally void out of all of us?” Baekhyun scoffed causing the rest to laugh.
“Listen, I’m enjoying life being single. Women are a hassle.”
Tao nodded in agreement.

“Besides I’d rather get my life straightened out first before I even think about it.” Tao mumbled, leaning back in his space beside Baekhyun and closing his eyes.

“Jongin, what about you?” You asked.

“Well, I’ll have to start my search all over again won’t I?” He looked at you in the most cunning way, no doubt throwing some hidden meanings at you. You rolled your eyes in response to his remark and focused your attention back to the rest of the group.

“What about you Chanyeol?” Yuna asked him. You had realised he was not even paying attention to the conversation, in fact he wasn’t even looking in your direction.

“Hmm?” His eyes widened, he turned his head looking at you and averted his gaze straight away when he realised you were staring back. Something was seriously off with Chanyeol and you were hoping it had nothing to do with those motives that Tao had presented to the table a while back.

“Love. What do you think about it?” Yuna continued. But you were too occupied with listening to a voice outside of the living room to even care about Chanyeol’s answer.

“Where’s Y/N?” The voice asked.

It was Minseok.

You jumped up from your seat and ran outside of the living room, wrapping your hands around your husband’s neck.

“Not down here. They’ll think something is up.” He whispered in your ear as he took a hold of your hand and led you upstairs.

You both sat on the edge of the bed in silence. It was comfortable albeit awkward all at the same time.

“I’m glad you’re okay Min. I was scared you’d go and do something irrational.”
He hummed lightly, letting you know he had acknowledged what you said but he didn’t respond verbally, making you feel anxious.

“Minseok…what my dad said I’m sorry, I –”
You were cut off by Minseok’s lips crashing against yours; they were soft and moved against yours with purpose as they always did. He handled you with such care; he deepened the kiss before he pulled away again.

“Look I don’t care about your dad Y/N. I thought about it and he can’t make me doubt my love for you. He’s not allowed to do that. I love you so much and I know that I do. But-”
Minseok stood up and began pacing quickly around the room. But what? Why did he end on a but? You were beginning to feel really scared and nervous; your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

“Minseok. Stop that. Sit down.” You frowned, growing more apprehensive by the second. He sat down next to you, his legs bouncing up and down.
“Stop that Minseok! You’re making me feel uncomfortable!” You placed your hand above his knees to stop his legs from bouncing. “And finish your sentence! But what?”

He looked you in your eyes and sighed quietly.

“I’m sorry, I just did some thinking. Your father got me thinking. There are so many ways in which I want to tell you but I just can’t figure out the correct words…”

“What is it Min?” You voice wavered, you were sure that your heart was going to beat through your chest and fall to the ground at any moment.

“I just can’t find words that really convey it all…”

“I thought we agreed on no more lies and secrets.” You were panicking now, your eyes were darting everywhere and your palms were becoming sweaty, what was he trying to tell you?

“It’s not a lie or secret.” He stood up again, looking down at you on the bed. “I’ve told you multiple times before and you already know, it’s just that I’m not good at expressing emotions, I never have been have I? And although I’ve said this countless times day-in and day-out it is more or less robotic. But I want it to have a real meaning and I want you to feel my sincerity –”

“MINSEOK!” You shouted, interrupting his rant. He was going round in circles and quite frankly you had enough of waiting.

“I love you Y/N! Okay!?” He sank down on the bed next to you taking a hold of your hands and shaking them ever so slightly whilst looking into your eyes. Into your soul.

“Are you kidding me Minseok? I already know that.”

“No but you don’t Y/N! You don’t! And I need you to know. I realised today that I know just how much I love and maybe your dad doesn’t but that doesn’t bother me. But I don’t know if you really know just how much….I love you. And I need you to know that I really mean that. Because although I say it a lot, the reality is that I don’t say it enough.”
He sighed out loud and waited for a response. You really didn’t know what had brought all of this up but you were glad to hear it

“I know you love me Min, I love you too.” You cooed pecking his lips.

“But no you don’t Y/N, you don’t understa – wait.” He slipped off of the bed and knelt down on the floor pulling a small box out from underneath. You were confused and intrigued simultaneously. Sitting back on the bed again. He lifted the lid revealing a small duck egg blue envelope. He picked it up slowly and carefully handed it over to you.

“This…” He spoke in almost a whisper. “I wrote it for you  the night we got married when you fell asleep. I was supposed to give it to you the night we argued; when Yixing showed up. I vowed to myself that I would give you this letter when we were going through hardships or strain but I never did because I was scared you wouldn’t reciprocate the feeling in the exact same way. But I guess now is as good a time as any.”
You opened the envelope and unfolded the sheet of paper; clearing your throat you began to read:

Dear Mrs Kim Minseok,

My beautiful wife, I’m still in awe that I get to write wife down on this paper. I still hasn’t registered. My heart is too full to speak the words that I’m about to write, so the best way to express myself is by putting pen to paper. Let me start by saying you’re the best gift I’ve ever received, even more than life itself.
You’re perfect in every way and I would never change a thing about you. My waking and resting prayer is that you remain healthy and by my side ‘til death do us part. You’re a breath of fresh air and an internal light in this world full of darkness.
Words cannot express the feelings I experience when I see your face, my love grows deeper and my heart grows fonder. You dragged me out of the hole that I dug myself into and I’m forever grateful. You made me the man I am today and I am forever in your debt and although my parents never had the pleasure of meeting you. I know they would be happy.
If ever I shout and push you away then know that it is not my intention. If your love for me ever falters re-read this letter and you’ll remember why it is that you are wearing that ring.
I will always protect you.
A King never leaves his Queen.

Min x

You took a deep breath in, the paper shaking in your hands then suddenly you burst out crying, tears were streaming down your face, you were choking on air as you slipped your free hand into Minseok’s.

“Y/N?” He whispered puzzled by your reaction. “I wasn’t supposed to make you cry. I didn’t want to make you upset.” Minseok had been a ‘bad boy’ for such a long time, that he still didn’t know how to register positive emotions from time to time. You shook your head.

“No Minseok. I’m not crying because I’m sad, I’m crying because I’m happy. I love you so much too. And this…” You held up the letter in your hand, “is absolutely beautiful.”
He pulled you in closer kissing you again. This one more deep and passionate than the first and within the kiss you could taste Minseok’s salty tears. Shocked, you moved back to look at him.

“I love Y/N. I don’t know if you know how much but you saved me from myself, you really did. Thank you.”


You woke up in a great mood the next day, you were sat next to Chanyeol around the dining table eating breakfast, he was still avoiding you, but you didn’t care, not today because all you could think about was your husband’s love letter.

“Hey Y/N I’m going shopping want to come?” Yuna waltzed into the kitchen, her perfume wrapping itself around your nose.

“Yes I don’t see why not.” You smiled, noticeably more brightly than usually. She smiled back at you nodding.

“Actually do you ladies mind if I tag along? I need to a few bits and pieces. I’ll give you a lift.” Minseok put down his unfinished slice of toast and rose from his seat.

“Of course that’s fine the more the merrier.” Yuna bowed politely at Minseok, stepping aside and letting him pass so he could get his car keys.
You made your way to the car sitting in the back with Yuna whilst Minseok sat in the drivers seat.

“Actually is it okay if we stop at the doctors near the shopping centre first?” Yuna asked, shifting forward in her seat and leaning towards Minseok.

“Doctors?” He frowned, keeping his eyes glued on the road

“Yeah I need to pick up my prescription. I have this weird condition. You see I can’t breathe efficiently as my muscles contract too often and for prolonged periods of time, so I have this nasal spray which helps the muscle relax temporarily. They tried operating once but it still didn’t have the desired effect.” She leaned back and faced you pointing at her nose. You squinted, nodding your head, it was right you could see a small red scar left behind under her left nostril.
“They suggest strong smells help with it too, so if I’m not brewing coffee then I’m wearing extremely strong perfume.”
Your eyes widened. So that’s why she always wore that specific type of perfume, now it made sense. Minseok nodded from the front seat indicating right to the road she needed.
 Not even five minutes later and Yuna was back with her prescription nasal spray. She instantly sprayed some up her nose as she sat in the car.

“Ahh sweet relief.” She smiled, resting her head back against the seat. Minseok began driving again back towards the shopping centre, it was bright but still there were not many people out since it was a Sunday.

“Ooo Minseok look”. You pointed to your right. It was a crêpe stand. The both of you loved crêpes and if you had your way, you would eat them every day. He quickly flicked his head to the right and focused back on the road again.

“Maybe next time, hmm? I don’t want to prolong your girly outing.”

“Don’t be silly.” Yuna shook her head. “You’re not prolonging anything. Look, stop here and I’ll get them. Are Chocolate and cinnamon okay?” She asked, grabbing her purse from the car floor. You nodded as Minseok pulled up once again. Chocolate and Cinnamon were your favourites.

Yuna hopped out of the car with her purse walking over to the crêpe stand. You let out a sigh of happiness, staring adoringly at your husband in the front seat who you noticed was looking at you through the rear view mirror.

“This time tomorrow it’s only me and you, you know that right? Maybe I can get round to showing you just how much I love you then.” He winked at you making your body tingle as you giggled childishly.

“Yeah that sounds good.” You half-whispered, feeling mischievous for talking about it when Yuna wasn’t even 5 feet away.

“Of course it does.” Minseok hummed, smiling he turned his head to the side to see how far ahead Yuna had gotten, just then you noticed that his smile had faded and melted into a frown. He pointed at Yuna.
“What the fuck is that?!” He said abruptly, You squinted, confused at what he was talking about. All you could see was one of the crêpes that she was holding in her hand. When he noticed you still hadn’t replied he shouted again.
“On her left shoulder Y/N look!” You squinted again, this time your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open in surprise. You could see a small red laser light hovering on her shoulder and slowly making its way up to the side of her head.

Someone was about to shoot her.
“Fuck!” Minseok shouted, hurriedly winding down the window closest to Yuna. “Yuna get down now!”

“Huh?” She turned around confused, squinting at Minseok.

“SOMEONE HAS A GUN YUNA, GET DOWN NOW!”
Her eyes widened as she squatted to the ground, a loud bang ringing out into the bright sky concurrently. Your heart was banging against your chest all you could hear was screams of the people standing around the stand who were now beginning to runaway. You looked down from you window to see Yuna crouched down breathing heavily in and out her eyes opened wide in shock. The crêpe that was once in her hand now scattered in little bits on the grey pavement below her. You opened your car door so you could help her off of the floor.

“No Y/N don’t get out!” Minseok shouted, not because he was angry at you but because he was still in shock. He opened his door and slipped out rushing over to the other side and helped Yuna into the passenger seat beside him. She was still frozen, her breathing still heavy she was staring at nothing in particular.

“Yuna are you okay?” Minseok whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly she burst out crying her body shaking uncontrollably and her face a bright tint of red. “Hey shhhh. It’s okay we’ll get you home back to Junmyeon okay?” Minseok turned the keys and began driving the car, making a U-turn speeding back home.

He carried Yuna into the living room bridal style, where everyone was sitting, everyone but Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae. You frowned.

“Where are the other three?” You stared around the room.

“I don’t know, they went out or something. I couldn’t give a shit, tell me what the fuck happened.” Junmyeon panicked rushing up to Yuna who was now sitting on the sofa still crying hysterically.

“She was shot at, but luckily they missed.” Minseok breathed out heavily looking over his shoulder at you to check if you were okay. “She’s in a lot of shock Junmyeon.”

“Can everyone please just get out!” Junmyeon raised his voice, shock evidently consuming him whole too, but nobody protested against his wishes in fact you all did as you were told and exited quickly.

You were glad she had survived it at least.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Minseok asked worried, pulling you into a hug. You nodded, you felt a bit bad because if you hadn’t pointed out the stand she wouldn’t have gotten out of the car, but other than that you were okay. Everything was getting crazy and thoughts were buzzing about in your head. Who could’ve known the three of you were leaving the house, were you being trailed? And where were Baekhyun, Jongdae and Chanyeol? You were trying your hardest to stay positive but it was proving to be quite difficult.

“I wonder if that bastard is still out there.” Minseok grunted running towards the board, he then returned with a gun in his hand, pushing it into his back pocket and walking over to the door.

“Minseok, where are you going?” You cried, pulling on his sleeve but he shrugged you off.

“I need to keep all of us safe Y/N. I need to keep you safe. What if it’s you next time huh?” He shook his body and opened the front door.

“Well I’m coming with you.” Without letting him say another word you rushed out of the house and up to the car. He knew that once you had made your mind up it would be extremely hard to convince you otherwise. Sighing heavily he shook his head and unlocked the car, lowering himself into the driver’s seat.

“I’m not happy about this Y/N.” He mumbled, slowly moving the car forward.

“I know Min, but I doubt the persons still there. They’re probably long gone, but I guess we can try figuring out where exactly he was standing at the time.” He grunted in response, still not happy that you were in the car with him. How was he supposed to keep you safe if you were there too.
“If you make me get out, I’ll take the bus instead.” You threatened, making him sigh at how difficult you were being. He started driving a little faster and you were satisfied that you had gotten your way.

Five minutes into the journey you frowned, looking at the rear view mirror.

“Minseok. That car has been behind us for a while now…”

His eyes widened as he looked up at the mirror too.

“What!?” I’ll try losing them. Are you sure Y/N?”

But before you could answer, you felt a sharp searing pain as the car rammed itself into you. You skidded off of the road and onto the pavement crashing into a nearby Oak tree. Glass was flying everywhere and an airbag popped out before the world went pitch black.