you were the very best

Um.

Prompt(s): #177 “You’re My Best Friend”
                  #178 “You’re My Only Friend”
Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Word Count: 1,133
Requested?: No


It was no secret that you were friends with Cheryl Blossom, best friends in fact. Cheryl didn’t like you at first, but you eventually grew on her. Cheryl was a very jealous and territorial person. Since you two were best friends, she hated when you spent time with anyone that wasn’t her. 

Cheryl had a lot of friends, but you were her one and only true and real friend so she didn’t want to lose you. You had a small group of true friends, besides Cheryl, they were Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge, Cheryl didn’t like them at all. 

What? Why can’t you come over today?” Cheryl asked me over the phone, stressing out. “Cher, I told you, I’m at Veronica’s for a movie night with the gang” I said, while my friends were talking in the background. “… Are we still on for tomorrow?” Cheryl said quietly, almost like a scared child. I sighed lightly, “Of course we are, babe.” It took me a moment to realize what I said, my friends looked bewildered. I blushed and got up and left the living as they teased me about the nickname.

Babe, huh?” I could tell that Cheryl was smirking but was also blushing too, which she rarely ever does. “Um, yes…” Cheryl was about to say something but I interrupted her and rushed out “Love you Cher but I gotta go, the movie’s starting, don’t forget to pick me up from here, see you tomorrow!” I hung up, blushing, and made my way to the living room, where my friends were either looking perplexed or unpleased. Jughead looked at me suspiciously.

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anonymous asked:

Hey uh.. not to bother you by any means.. but can I get a link to those tips for drawing people crying you did once?? I looked through all the tags and couldn't find it myself, sorry..

Oh, it’s no bother! http://whatisthiscutenonsense.tumblr.com/post/147379834506/eruhamster-retroautomaton-some-crying-tips 

But honestly, I’m not actually too happy with those anymore. They’re pretty old. I still sort of hold the same value when I draw them, but here’s some more updated tips, if that’s alright. 

One of the biggest complaints I got with those tips was that just a single tear is good enough. Well yes and no. Tears are just a helpful tool, and of course not everyone cries the same, so yes, a single tear can be just as impactful, as long as your emotion and context carries the message. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s heavy crying. And this can take many forms. Again, the face has to carry the intensity of the emotion; the tears are just there to emphasize it. More intensity, (for some people) does tend to include more liquids and leaking. 

And of course none of it has to be perfect or even. As I love to touch on, crying is messy and ugly. It brings out the most strained emotions. So none of it has to be symmetrical to get the point across- if anything, it gives it more movement. 

I of course draw in a more cartoony fashion, so if you did want to go on the more realistic end of the spectrum, you can focus on the actual physics of tears and how they act and react on the face. More realistically, they come from the inner eye, and are much smaller. They tend to fall in wayward paths, slowly, but  sperraticly, and in droplets or thin streams. You can also add streak marks and flush up the face, depending on the subject. 

I’m glad you liked my old tips, and I hope these new ones help! 

That Really Happened (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 2,864

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since you were little kids, but it turns out that the games you used to play together have different results as adults.

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Hockey Pucks | Jungkook (m)

Prompt: Um, Jungkook is a hockey player, but basically what happened was that it had very little to do with hockey and very much to do with sex. You’re both college students and apparently opposites really do attract just like they do in the movies.

Warnings: (18+) use of marijuana, smut (lmao what’s new), and an accidental mommy kink

Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: Yo, this spiraled very quickly and turned into a monster long fic. ANYWAy thanks 4 readin. No excuses or regerts…

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Originally posted by tanktoptiger


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“Pretty quickly, Kate and I were like, Oh, you’re for me and I’m for you. We’re for each other. Very quickly we were both comfortable being our best and worst selves in front of each other. SNL’s so intense and the hours are so long that you get to know people really well. But I would say even beyond that, we just know each other like sisters. Really.” - Aidy Bryant

All His - Part 1 (A Kyungsoo Series)

“Hey did you hear? We have a new assignment. Some big group of foreigners coming in for a musical tour.” Your co worker Anna whispered into your ear as you took off your bag and set down your coffee at the big conference table. The phone call you received from your supervisor this morning advising you of the new client and requesting your presence was nothing out of the ordinary, but you were surprised to find several other translators from the firm gathered around the table as well.

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fritonavi  asked:

So this is a Valentine's Request! Every year on Valentine's Day, MC was either stood up on a date, or when she did go out with someone, she never felt a connection, so she has lost faith in the Holiday. The RFA+V+Saeran offer to take her out saying that it's keep her company, but they actually like her romantically and confess to her...

Thank you for your request sweetie! And i hope you like it!

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL.

Yoosung

  • You don’t like Valentine’s day and Yoosung knows that…
  • But he doesn’t want you to spend this day alone…He doesn’t want to spend it alone too!
  • He’s your friend! Let’s go see a movie!
  • Oh yeah…It’s crowded with couples…That would be weird…
  • Let’s go to the park then!
  • And there it was, you two, on the bench.
  • You can’t help to notice that Yoosung is looking a lot to you, and he’s a little blushed too.
  • You’ll not ask why you know this would only make him redder.
  • You felt his hand on yours and you look at him, he takes his hand away quickly, redder than anything “I-I’M SORRY MC..!”
  • You just laughed, “That’s ok Yoosung…” You smile, and he’s just staring at you “So…Let’s go take a walk?” You get up.
  • But before you start walking, he holds your hand, getting up slowly, while you’re looking at him.
  • His finger interlock on yours, he’s looking at your eyes “MC…I know we’re friends…And you don’t like this day…But…I think it’s the perfect time to say…I like you MC…”
  • His tone shows how serious he’s right now, he’s getting close to you “…Please…Just give me a change…” He’s so flustered.
  • It’s so cute. 
  • “I kinda like you too Yoosung…” You smile, now you’re red, looking to the ground “…Let’s go take that walk shall w–”
  • He kissed you before that.
  • This is the beginning of the forever.


Zen

  • Zen is so romantic, so you weren’t surprised when he called you to spend Valentine’s day with him.
  • You know he hates to be lonely at this date, but hey…You can be his company!
  • He’ll not shut up until you spend this day with him.
  • You guys go see a romantic movie, he’s pretty close to you, for you this is normal.
  • Zen always showed his affection.
  • He’s always hugging you, putting his hand on your waist, for you, this is what is normal for him.
  • But for him, he just can’t believe how you didn’t understand he’s trying to be with you!
  • WTF MC! HE DOESN’T PUT HIS HAND ON EVERYBODY WAIST!
  • Now you guys were walking to your house, while he was with a hand on your waist after you just saw the movie.
  • When you get there you just smile “Thank you for this day Zen…It was really good!” You were ready to enter your house, but Zen is in your way.
  • “MC…I don’t think all the signs i show to you made you understand…But i like you!…And i know you like me too!”
  • After that, he kisses you, you were surprised by it, but you kissed him back, he’s so happy by that…You two were finally kissing each other!
  • No, it’s not weird, you were his friends, WERE because now you’ll be his girlfriend!
  • When your lips parted from him, he just smiled, catching some air.
  • “…And how did you had so certain that I liked you?”
  • He laughs “Because…” You were expecting very romantic “I’m the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen”
  • You laugh and give his shoulder a little punch, he laughs again, after that you just smile “Want to come in?”

  • Zen’s are head filled with this type of thoughts
  • One man, one woman…In the same house…Alone…THIS ISN’T RIGHT MC!!!
  • WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???!
  • “Yes, sure.”

Jaehee


  • You and she are like…Super close friends.
  • Jaehee likes you more than that…And she is afraid…You might not like her in that way.
  • You might not even like a woman.
  • She doesn’t like Valentine’s day that much too…But when she thought of the possibility to spend this time with you.
  • She needed to call you to go out.
  • You accept, and she’s super happy about it.
  • She wants to do everything together.
  • You guys watched some movie and after that, in the night you guys go watch a musical.
  • Her favorite actor is there, you know that you fangirl with her!
  • This night was so fun.
  • While you two were there cheering, she looked at you “MC I LIKE YOU” She yelled so you could hear.
  • You look at her, she was blushing, but you smile “I LIKE YOU TOO” You yelled back.
  • Jaehee sigh “I LIKE YOU…NOT LIKE A FRIEND…MORE THAN THAT!”
  • You laugh, jumping a little with all those people, and then you look at her, “THAT WAS WHAT I MEANT”
  • Jaehee stands still, surprise…
  • But then she smiles…
  • She puts her hand on your shoulder making you stand still…
  • And then she kisses you.
  • And you kissed her back.
  • When she stopped, she looks at you “This place is a mess! Let’s go to my place!” 
  • She was with a large smile on her face, you can see the brightness in her eyes when you nodded.

Jumin

  • Jumin is just so sweet with you.
  • You can’t understand people when they always talk about him being so cold.
  • He is always there for you.
  • When he called you to a restaurant on Valentine’s day you were surprised…
  • He is always working, but today he is free…And he wants to spend the day with you?
  • Just because he knows you’re alone too?
  • Well, you accept it anyway.
  • He said that Driver Kim was going to pick you up.
  • When you arrived, Jumin got a big smile on his face.
  • All the staff of that restaurant was finding it weird…Jumin Han so happy…
  • He’ll ask for the best things to you, and he’ll always compliment you.
  • Always with a smile on his face.
  • Even for you, this is weird, he’s smiling so much, and you can swear he blushed in one moment.
  • When you guys were finished, you and Jumin get out, smiling.
  • Everybody did not understand what the hell all this was…That was really Jumin Han?
  • And now you guys are in the car, while Driver Kim is taking you to your home.
  • Jumin said it was too dangerous to go alone.
  • When you arrive there, Jumin walks with you to the door.
  • You look at him smiling “That was really good Jumin…I really appreciate that…”
  • He smiles again “Me too MC…”
  • You laugh, “I could see it!You must really like that place”
  • Jumin sigh and then he got closer to you “…I didn’t like that place, i like you” You froze, blushing.
  • He got closer and closer and he gives you a little kiss, you kissed him back.
  • That kiss was filled with passion…And when both of you needed air, you stopped.
  • He looks at you smiling “…Can i see you tomorrow?”
  • You nod and you enter your house “See you tomorrow then…” You close the door.
  • Jumin opens his mouth smiling and look at Driver Kim, who has with his thumbs up.

707

  • Seven knows how you despite Valentine’s day!
  • But he kept asking you to out with him, even when he hates to go out!
  • He takes you to a nightclub.
  • You found it strange, but he reassures you “I’m coming here because i know you wouldn’t resist me in a place where is only us”
  • You laugh, oh that jokes…
  • He heard the music that was about to start, he grabs your hand walking with you to the dance floor, actually, he’s dragging you, with a happy smile on his face
  • “SAEYOUNG!” He pulls you for him, making your body collide with his body, you’re blushing so you look away.
  • He laughs, with a hand on your waist and the other one he grabs your chin, making you look at him “…Don’t you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me” 
  • He laughs singing the song while he makes you look at him when your eyes met his…
  • Something made him get closer and closer, and then he’s kissing you.
  • You can feel a lot of passion in that kiss, but you didn’t move…
  • After some while he just looks at you, catching his breath, so then he felt a blame in his heart “…I’m so sorry MC…I thought you might like me too…I like you that’s why i kiss you…Oh, this was a bad idea…”
  • When he was about to run you laugh and then you grab his hand.
  • He looks at you and you smile at him “Shut up and dance with me”
  • He just smiles…Going back with you.

V

  • When he asked if you wanted to go out with him in this Valentine’s day you agree in the same minute!
  • V’s just too calm, and so gentle, so you just believe that he’s doing this because he pities you…Because you’re all alone in this day.
  • He can be alone too, but he doesn’t hate it like you.
  • He even finds it funny when you say you hate Valentine’s day.
  • That was cute, he called you…Well, he is cute.
  • He takes you to the museum on that day, after that he take you to an art gallery.
  • You know how he loves those things.
  • And to be honest, you thought all this would be so boring, but with him…It was more than pleasant.
  • After that, you guys go to a mall to see some things, and he wants to buy a new camera too!
  • But in the way, he saw a photo booth “Let’s go there MC!”
  • “IT’S FOR COUPLES!” You yelled, while he was dragging you, looks like he didn’t even listen.
  • When you enter there with him, you sigh laughing.
  • You guys were doing some poses, he looks at you while you were laughing and he just keeps staring at you.
  • When you two saw the photos…That was literally you doing poses and V was just looking at you “Why you were looking at me the whole time?” You laugh again “You were too cute MC…And i can’t keep my feelings to myself”
  • You look at him, and then you just give him a little kiss, he is blushing now “I’ll treasure this photo ” You laugh and then you start to walk.
  • V puts one of his fingers in his own lips “She kissed me…” He saw you walking “MC WAIT!” He starts to run to you “ I NEED TO KISS YOU BACK!”

Saeran

  • Saeran hates this day too…But he likes you.
  • And maybe he will like this “holiday” after he starts to get closer to you…
  • You understand him, he can be neurotic sometimes…
  • But you understand him, you listen to him “whine”, sometimes he’s scared of himself…
  • But you’re never scared of him, you’re just so gentle…
  • He smiles when he thinks of you…He accepts it…
  • He likes you.
  • So when he called you to go to the park to eat some ice cream, you were surprised…!
  • He is inviting you and he’s saying is for you to not be alone today.
  • This is sweet.
  • And now there you guys are…Eating some ice cream.
  • Saeran looks like he’s blushing a little when you look at him, you don’t understand why but you smile with it.
  • After some time he looks at you, your mouth was a little dirty with the ice cream, he just got closer to you, and you froze with the surprise “Your lips are dirty…I’ll clean it”
  • He got, even more, closer to you, you can see now clearly…He’s blushing.
  • But before you could even ask him about that, he gives you a gentle and short kiss…After that, he looks at your eyes “…You’re the only person that i don’t want to kill…”
  • You widen your eyes even more “….Do you mean…You like me?”
  • He’s blushing even more “…Yes…” He said almost like a whisper, looking down “I’m sorry, what?” You laugh
  • He looks at you, grumpy “…I’LL NOT REPEAT MYSEL–” You give him a little and cold kiss, laughing, “Your lips taste like ice cream…We can do this every Valentine’s day now…!”
  • Ok…Now he has a girlfriend…And now he loves this holiday…
  • But he’ll have to wait for so long to give some ice cream kisses to you?
  • But god…This feels so good.
birthday w/ the gang headcanons!

❃ soda demanded you celebrate your birthday at the curtis house.

❃ darry said he would bake the cake himself and spare everyone the trouble of buying one.

❃ pony and johnny woke you up on your birthday, succeeding in their goal of being the first people you saw on your birthday.

❃ two-bit sang a soulful “happy birthday” every time he saw you that day.

❃ dally called you “the birthday kid” and asked for your “age again, kid?” he grinned when you blushed.

❃ steve didn’t say much, but his actions made up for his words when he presented you with an expensive silver bracelet adorned with a few diamonds after cake when you two were alone.

❃ “I’ve been saving up for a while for that, you know.”

❃ soda called you “birthday princess” and pony insisted it was your “big day” although you tried convincing him otherwise.

❃ tim shepard arrived with curly, but they pretended they didn’t know about the party.

❃ curly went in for a hug, and tim shared a cigarette with you outside as the sun slowly set.

❃ “today’s your birthday, yeah?”

❃ “that’s what my mother tells me.”

❃ everyone danced around the curtis house to elvis, singing at the top of their lungs.

❃ the boys took turns dancing with you, spinning you around. two-bit tried to “dip” you and nearly broke his back and dropped you. said he forgot about his recent injury.

❃ dally decided that for your birthday it’d be fun to get a kiss on the cheek from each guy.

❃ staying up all night to cherish your birthday.

❃ the boys — except steve — all promised to get you a present as soon as they could afford it.

❃ they were determined, although you said it was fine if they didn’t get anything.

❃ it was the most fun you had had on your birthday in years, considering birthdays were never very fun for you.

A chance to say goodbye - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You’re a meta-human able to see ghosts, summon them etc etc…and you decide to give your Bruce a birthday gift he’ll never forget.

I had this story in my head for quite a while now, not sure how to feel about it though. I don’t know, you guys know me, I’m like : “meh” as usual…Anyway, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think please, wether you liked or not :-) …Hope you’ll like it though  :

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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When Bruce was looking all around the World for meta-human, he found you in a small village in France’s country side, and…you intrigued him right away.

You were sitting on a bench in a small cemetery, lost in daydreams.

He felt irreversibly attracted to you. The way you seemed lost in your thoughts, the glint in your eyes as you looked at nothing in particular, your poise, even the way you breathed subjugated him, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint…When you turned your head to him, feeling his presence, and your eyes locked on each other, the beating of his heart became ecstatic, uncontrollable…He had to talk to you.

Against all of his usual instinct, he approached you and sat down next to you. And the conversation just flew naturally. It was something he never experienced before. You were a total stranger, and yet, he felt like he knew you since forever.

(Y/N). That was your name. It rolled on his tongue delightfully. In the span of a few hours, you just talked about anything and everything. It was just too amazing, and for a minute, he thought maybe you were a meta-human whose powers was to control one’s emotions, because he never talked like that to anyone, including his close friends, so to a total stranger…

Turned out, your powers weren’t to control someone’s feelings, not at all. Your powers were…scarier, and you hated using them. You had a special bond with Death…You could summon zombie warriors from the ground and control them, you were able to see if someone’s life was going to end soon, and was plagued by visions of ghosts of people that still had important business to finish on Earth. You hated your powers.

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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My Type of Guy - Stiles Stilinski Imagine [Smut]

Author: dylanowhy

Summary: Scott McCall invites you to the schools senior prom, as friends of course, but there is this certain dark haired boy who has been pushing your buttons lately. Who would have thought that later on he’d be pushing you into a pile of gym mats.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 2957

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Some said he had dark hair, perfect to match his light-hearted eyes. However, you had never seen him up close before, always admiring him from a distance. You had known about Stile for years, ever since 5th grade when all he ever did was talk about baseball and Lydia Martin, but you’ve never approached him, always too afraid to speak, thinking that you would make a fool of yourself. Most people looked over the mole blessed boy, and you never quite understood how. There was so much more to him than anyone gave him credit for. The loud whistle sounding from Coach is what snapped you back to reality, bringing your attention back to the point, his hair. From the distance you sat it seemed light, a deep honey brown color that shined in the sunlight, complementing his soft pale skin that was being slightly washed out by the deep red covering his body. He was doing some type of dance, it almost made you snort, apparently he made a shot, something that was rare coming from him. It’s not like he was a bad lacrosse player, he was just never given the chance to show what he was really made of.

“What do you think Scott is going to do since Kira is not here anymore?” One of the many gossiping girls of Beacon Hills asked another, watching as Scott and Stiles high fived each other, bright smiles on their faces. “I am hoping he is open for trying new things, being with different people.” The other replied, it made you roll your eyes. You weren’t sure what happened to Kira, no one really was. Her father had given light detail and acted like it was no big deal his daughter went off in the middle of the school year, it had always made you curious, but you never were one to push any buttons. You actually cringed when you thought about what the girls across from you were talking about. There was a dance coming up at the end of the week, something about being seniors and how it was important to have one last dance. It was also known as prom, but you didn’t like to use the term. The theme was masquerade, and almost everyone had a date. Of course, you did not fall in the line of people who were going with a significant other, but that didn’t bother you. You had better things to do then to dance in a pool of sweat with some guy who only asked you because he wants to get lucky. No, you did not need to go to —.

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G-Dragon scenario: going to MAMA together

WORDS: 1716

Summary:

So he is your boyfriend and you are dating for 3 years, you’re few years younger than him and you debuted 8 years ago. Your relationship is public and a lot of people ship you. 

You both attened MAMA awards and he is worried about you working too hard and shows skinship in public.


Originally posted by gdragon04

Your makeup artist was just finishing your makeup for the red carpet. You were wearing short pink/white dress that matched others’ outfits too. Since you were the leader of your group you had to talk to the members and remind them of some things.
You got a call while you were talking to the youngest member. It was Jiyong. You wanted to answer, but you had to remind her to watch how she sits and not to touch her face, because of makeup. You called him back, wondering what he called for since it was the day of the MAMA show and you were nominated for a lot of awards and you were really nervous.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yeah… A bit… Like a lot…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you since our groups will sit at the same table, you are very welcome, Jagiya.”
You had no idea you sat with Big Bang at the same table.
“What?? Are you serious?? That’s awesome.”
You tried to sound as happy as you could, but you had so many thoughts about the performance and what to do if something happens. There were so many ‘ifs’ in your head you sounded really sad and worried and he could tell just by hearing your voice.
“You don’t sound very happy. If you’re worried about the performance, don’t. Because I know you’ll be great and your members are really talented so you have nothing to worry about.”
You calmed down for a few moments when you heard his sweet words.
“Thank you Jagi~ I have to go now, see you there, okay?”
You said goodbye and canceled the call. You went to the car with other members, they were all nervous so you cheered them up and told them they were great at rehearsals. You arrived at the Red carpet and someone opened the door for you. You stepped out and saw fans screaming. The other members quickly came out of the car and you walked to the MC where you took pictures and said hello to the fans and viewers on V Live. You shortly said thank you to the fans and every member did some fan service and sent hearts to the fans. That made you forget about all of your concerns.
You went in the ceremony hall. It was huge. You saw 5 different stages and so many seats you couldn’t imagine how many fans will come, you sighed and went to change your makeup and dresses in a dressing room. You saw some other dressing rooms- BTS, GOT7 TWICE, EXO, Red Velvet… and the one next to you was Big Bang. It was a little odd because they gave you dressing room right next to 2 boy groups- Big Bang and EXO. Both of them are your favorite groups.
You weren’t in a big rush so you made a video diary with the members and recorded some behind the scenes of MAMA, you also visited some of the groups where you had friends and at last, you came to Big Bang dressing room. They were all really happy that you came and Seungri loved filming with you, but he had to stop being on the camera all the time so you turned off the camera.
“Let’s take a walk, we came only a few minutes ago and we’re performing the last,” Jiyong suggested
“Just don’t do romantic stuff outside, because there are cameras everywhere, okay lovebirds?” Seungri added and Taeyang nodded.
He ignored them and you went out of the room. You walked to the other side of the hallway.
“Are you okay now” he held your hand.
“I’m just… What if we mess up? What if they won’t like us? I don’t even like this outfit, I can’t believe we have to perform in this…”
He was really worried because you started talking about how unsure of yourself you are. He couldn’t listen anymore, so he hugged you.
“You are worrying way too much. You’ll do fine. I’ll be there for you. You’re not on your diet anymore, right? You have to drink a lot of water, okay? And never ever be insecure about yourself, okay? You’re so perfect, I can’t even imagine more perfect girlfriend than you.”
You calmed down and he washed away most of your worries, you smiled and thanked him. You wanted to kiss him, but you remembered there could be someone watching you. You went back and it was time to start the award show. Together your group and Big Bang went to your tables. You saw all of the idols sitting behind you. You saw your friends from other groups and you heard your fans screaming you group name and then when you sat next to Jiyong they started screaming your ship name. You couldn’t help but to smile. It made you really happy the fact your fans were 'shipping’ you together. You were really surprised when they announced Best new female group winner because it was your group. You stood up and accepted the award and thanked the fans and your staff. You enjoyed when other groups performed and danced their choreography and sang with them. Jiyong was very surprised to see you dance so much and sing at the same time. He saw you had an adrenaline rush and stopped you.
“If you’re gonna be dancing like that you’ll be tired when you perform so just sit down and watch, okay?”
You looked at him and nodded. You sat down and he said something in your ear.
“You were really cute tho.”
You giggled and a lot of fans noticed that and started screaming even more. You were so happy that your boyfriend was so nice to you. He always cared about you and give you advice. You loved him with all of your heart and you could’ve never imagined being with someone else than him and he thought the same.
He was your everything besides your group members. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, so you forgot you were still staring at him. He shook you and you laughed, realizing you were staring at him and he smiled back.
Your manager finally came to tell you you’re performing after these 2 performances. You looked at Jiyong and he made a fist saying 'fighting’ which helped you a lot, knowing he supports you. You sent him a kiss and pretended nothing happened when you saw others were watching you.You quickly came to your stage and prepared for your performance. You performed right after Taeyeon. You are a major fan of her and her friend. The time was for you to rock the stage.
“Let’s do this shit, girls. We’re the best!” you said to your members.
They were very confident when they heard your words and then you all focused on the performance. It was a remix of your most known songs and this year’s hit. The performance was very hard, but you managed to do everything exactly like you practiced. After you finished you were out of breath and could barely walk, because you were also the dancer of the group so when others changed their positions on the other side of the stage you were dancing. Jiyong was very worried about you when he saw how you held your member’s hand while walking back to your table. He stood up when you were here and helped you sit and gave you water. You really had big wish you wouldn’t be wearing a mini skirt right now so you could sit comfortably, but if the fans liked the performance as you heard, then it was totally worth it.
“Drink more water.” he kept saying.
He saw you are really close to fainting and he was really worried when he had to leave for his performance.
“Show them who you are, okay? KINGS OF KPOP FIGHTING~!” you cheered on them and you screamed and danced their whole performance and sang with them. You like Daesung’s parts the most and you fangirled about all of them with other members. They didn’t see you were shaking from tiredness until now when it was too late.
You didn’t know what happened, you just opened your eyes and you were in the dressing room with your group, but they had to go back because you were also nominated for the next award. It was a break time so you convinced your staff and manager you were okay and to let you go at least to be there until the end.
They agreed but gave you a bottle of water and told you to drink every 10 minutes. You came back the same time as Big Bang and of course, your members made a big deal and told him about you fainting.
“WHAT? I TOLD YOU NOT TO DANCE IF YOU CAN’T. OMG JAGI.” He was angry with you for a while, but he talked pouty and cute when he was angry at you.
At the end all of the groups came to the stage and waved to the fans, then you talked with some of your friends and at the end, Seungri introduced you to Exo and you talked with them until Jiyong saw you and came to hear what you’re talking about. You said goodbyes and after that he picked you up and carried you to the backstage, making everyone scream, because the famous G-Dragon rarely showed so much skinship in public. He made you cry from laughing so hard and you had to go and fix your make up. Your members came few minutes behind you and told you how they talked with BTS and some other groups.
Although you had some problems through the day, at the end of the day you were laying in bed all tired with your boyfriend Jiyong who kept talking about how worried he was.
“SHUT UP OR I’LL SHUT YOU UP. I’M TRYING TO SLEEP.” you said aggressively.
“TRY ME~” he said back to you, making you kiss him.

6

The Lords × Major Arcana | Second Part

I. The Magician wills with bolts of fire
XII. Hanged Man bows to heaven’s laws
V. Hierophant
blesses the narrow ways
XVIII. The Moon
warns of the dangerous sea
VIII. Strength of faith shuts savage jaws
XIV. Temperance blends and finds true worth

Serendipity

pairing: Jimin | reader
✥ genre: fluff (Barista!au meets Floristau)
✥ word count: 2.325
✥ warnings: none
✥ author’s note: OK SO, I changed my URL from zuberrieee to house-of-seoul for anyone and for my followers (WE REACHED 350?!?!) who might have any questions. As for Saudade pt 3 umm, I’m currently editing it rn. but I just was feeling florist au today and look where we are right now. please love it, raise it, take care of it, and send it off to college. maybe ill make another part to this if y’all want me to.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don’t hate me <3 <3 <3

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Serendipity;                                                                                                        ↪  the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.



The frigid winter air curled around the silk petals of the flowers. They shuddered in pleasure as their colours brightened in comparison to the darkening clouds looming above you. From far away, the diverse array of petals looked like the aftermath of an explosion, bouts of confetti splayed across the wooden stall. Closer up, the green foliage rolled off into leaves and the bulbs of colour peeled into layers upon layers, outlining the delicate flora of nature itself.

The pale pink apron flapped against your knees as you scuttled back to your flower stall, away from the reckless gusts of wind. You noticed how some of the stems had become dislodged within the bunch, looking like colourful arrows piercing the air. Your expert fingers tucked them back into place and then ran through the disarray of your hair, quickly trying to smooth back any stray strands. Goosebumps arose on your exposed skin and a shiver tumbled down the knobs of your spine.

It was definitely wintertime in Seoul.

Customers hurriedly ran through the streets, sparing passing glances to the flower stall stuffed to the brim with colour. You would describe the stall as a mirage of beauty in amongst the dullness of the city. The scent was overwhelming, yet so delicate at the same time.

The previously darkening grey clouds were now beginning to burst with speckles of rain. You noticed how there was something else which slipped under the scent of your stall. It was a bitter musk that was sometimes sparkled with sweetness and cinnamon. It slipped through the doors of the neighbouring café and latched onto a gust of wind, travelling over to settle into the splinters of your wooden stall.

You didn’t know a time when the scent was not present. Coffee was strong and overpowering – it was a rush. Flowers were quaint and delicate – it was a gentle trickle through the veins. Coffee and flowers were opposites, but both fit together like a lock and key.

It was late in the afternoon and you were trying your very best to keep the smile on your face. You loved your stall – adored it in fact – but the weather was buzzing too close to your skin and the ever-looming rent to pay was closing in on you. It seemed as if luck was entirely against you when you spotted a young man looking as if he was about to edge his way over when the heavens well and truly opened. Your encouraging smile was washed off your lips when the suited man had scurried down the street before you could’ve even had blinked.

Thankfully, the drooping canopy above covered the flowers from getting water-clogged, all the while, though, the rain was making sure that you would be drenched by the time it had stopped.

You were leaning against the stall, head down and arms wrapped around yourself in a bid to contain some heat, when you noticed a russet-crowned angel tottered over to you. You giggled internally at yourself because since when did angels totter?

Of course, it was not an angel, but in fact a petit, espresso-haired, espresso-smelling, but a fairly light-skinned boy, teetered up to you. You instantly named him espresso, but then had a sudden urge to know what his real name was, because you were sure that that name was not worthy. You did think that, though, the boy could possibly be some type of descendant from God because small hands were passing over a steaming cardboard cup. The heat radiated from it and tingled at your skin. The sweet smell of tea and the tinge of bitterness fused with the smell of lavender and lilac made your heart fuzz with warmth.

He had a small smile on his lips. It was somewhat weak, nervous as if he was worried that he was overstepping the general societal boundaries. It reminded you of a snowdrop. His eyes could only be described as copper against honey and sage. You wondered if they blossomed into a stronger, deeper, colour. His dark brown fringe was pushed across his forehead but the rest was covered by a black hood. He still had his apron on; Café Amour standing stark on his chest in white embroidery.

“I thought you could use a bit of warmth,” the boy said, looking at you with such sincere care.

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, voice quiet and shy, though still laced with thanks.

“You’re freezing out here in the cold, of course I had to.” The boy said it with laughter behind his tone and a smile toying at the corners of his lips.

He pushed the beverage closer to you, practically forcing it into your hands. You cradled it between your hands after accepting it. The heat was in such contrast to the coldness of your skin that it scalded, tiny pinpricks of pain stabbing at your pores.

“Thank you,” you simply replied.  “I- you really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it, honestly.”

“’it’s my pleasure,” shrugged the boy.

You blew it, mesmerised as usual by the little storm that you created, the ripples in the light brown liquid that pushed to the edge. After taking a sip and sighing in relief as it trickled down your throat, warmth spread through all of your veins until it cradled your head with a lovely haze.

When you looked back up, you saw the boy smiling quaintly at you, hands tucked under his armpits as he hugged himself tight.

“You’ve got a lovely stall here,” he said, eyes scattering glances over the flowers.

“Thanks, it’s kind of my pride and joy, so, yeah.”

“I can tell,” is the reply, along with a knowing smile.

“Oh,” you said suddenly. “How much do I owe you, uh…” you posed it as a question, your slow drawl rising in tone at the end.

It took a few seconds for him to catch on, but then he was shaking his head and smiling even more.

“Jimin. My name’s Jimin.”

He held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it, but promptly realised that your hands were currently occupied by the steaming cup of tea and giggled to himself. You found yourself chuckling, too, the laughter from the boy being somewhat infectious.

“Y/N,” you replied in a slightly flushed voice. You cocked your head to the side and smiled widely, nodding your head as a greeting. Jimin just smiled more. The rain was still pitter-pattering around you, but you didn’t seem to notice, let alone care.

“And you don’t owe me anything, think of it as a gift to a neighbour, or something.”

You frowned, “But I have to give you something in return, that isn’t fair.”

“I honestly don’t need anything. Think of it as you helping with my good deed of the day.” He said it with such truth and kindness that you wanted to know why you ever thought the world, people, had changed for the worse.

“Anyway, I have to get back to my shift, but stay warm, yeah?” Jimin said, turning away with a smile.

“Yeah…” you murmured. Suddenly, an idea sprung into the forefront of your mind. You quickly slid the tea onto the counter and scanned the bunches of flowers. Reaching out, you let your fingers wrap around the thin stem and grasp it tightly. You turned around and called out Jimin’s name.

When the boy turned around, water flicking from the tip of his hood and eyes wide, the first thing he saw was the single pink carnation held out in front of him. Its petals were smattered with droplets of water and an edge of an outer petal was curled over, but it still looked pretty as ever. It was baby pink in colour and the petals were wounded together in an intricate design. They were a maze of expensive silk, a perfect mess.

The boy looked up at you in confusion.

“It means gratitude. To say thank you. For… you know.”

Jimin’s eyes flickered between the flower and you.

Uncertainty crept up your neck, causing you to raise your hand and rub at the skin. “It’s not much, I know, and it’s probably stupid but-”

“Thank you,” Jimin interrupted. He carefully took the flower from your fingers and studied it carefully. His eyes were wide and brighter than before. His fingertip prised apart some of the soft petals, ever so carefully and cautiously, as if he was scared to damage it.

A voice scraped through the atmosphere, the calling of Jimin’s name, and the boy was suddenly snapped out of his daze. He gripped the flower as he parted from you with a raise of his hand, and disappeared into the shop.

The rain stopped soon after that.


The weather was dull but the afternoon held faith in the small glimpses of the sun as it peeked out from behind the clouds. You could not help but smile truthfully as customers passed. The breeze was twisting its way in between your hair and the dampness that resided in the air kept you breathing in and out, in and out.

You remembered the elderly man who arrived at your stall no less than ten minutes after opening. His frail fingertips had traced the petals of a lilac, before settling on a bunch of white carnations. You had asked him whether he knew what they implied, and the man had nodded his head with a wry smile. A story unfolded soon after from the old man’s lips, a one founded before you had even graced the earth.

Soon after, customers arrived throughout the day, but you were still stuck with a cluster of now-wilting daisies. You felt good though. Nice could be an adjective to describe it, regardless of how generic and lacklustre it may be.

A waft of sugared air swept under your senses and forced you out of your reverie. It was at that moment you realised that maybe Nice is about to extend its arms to, well, Extra-Nice.

The boy – Jimin – came traipsing out of Café Amour, and you suddenly realised that the skipping of your lunch was not your best idea. In fact, your stomach grumbled at the smell of honeyed treats and other delights.

He was there, in front of you, holding out a maroon cardboard cup and a twitching smile.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” is all you could conjure up as a reply.

“I brought you more coffee. Because. Well- I actually don’t know, but- um, here,” Jimin stammered, passing over the cup.

You looked up at him from under your lashes, a small smile playing your lips. The stall was clouded with the smell of flowers, but Jimin was as clear as anything. “Thank you,” you said because you did not know what else to add. It didn’t feel enough, but your words seemed to be stuck in your throat.

You took the drink and held it close to your chest. The weather was not as cold as the last time, but the warmth left a lovely bubble in your chest. Or maybe that was something else, who knows.

“Are you okay?” you asked because the lilac pouches that draped under Jimin’s honeyed irises looked a worrying shade too close to last month’s batch of violets that only lasted a day or two, at most.

The boy shrugged and let out a sigh, unintentionally, you presumed, and tried to smile as best as he could have had. It was lacklustre and weak, but it was something, so you grinned back so hard that a dimple pierced your cheek. In turn, Jimin’s smile widened, so you counted that as a success.

“Enjoy your tea,” Jimin said quietly, before turning around to leave.

Only letting yourself gaze at the retreating figure for a second, you carefully placed down the tea and scuttled down to your stall. There, you picked out the brightest, yet richest, yellow coreopsis that you had.

It happened similarly to the last time; you calling out Jimin’s name, him turning around to be faced with a large, round, scented thing so close to his nose that it tickled.

“Yellow coreopsis: cheerfulness.”

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed as he plucked it from your fingers and inspected the small beauty. He looked up towards you, whose smile matched the flower almost exactly.

“And, well, I think you need cheering up, so- yeah, here.”

Jimin’s eyes flittered down to the flower. His eyelashes were thick and long, fanning over the sunny petals. He leaned down and breathed in the scent. Warm stripes of brown cut through the black veil of his lashes as he looked back up at you. “Thank you,” he said with true sincerity, eyes glittering.

You just smiled because, hell, somehow you have moved from Nice to Extra Nice, to Downright Happy.


You sighed happily as you remembered your sweet grandmother. Whenever you visited her, you would carry, hobble, and walk her out into the back garden where rows and rows of flowers blossomed from the soil. As a young child, the smells and colours made you one of the happiest kids around. Somehow, though your grandmother knew that it was more than just the aesthetics.

The clouds today were high and the air was dense.

The petit man cradling a cup of tea appeared yet again today, only this time, his eyes were dulled with a shroud of darkness and his lips had been sewn with a certain downturn that alerted your conscience.

“You’re stressed,” you stated because it was true. Jimin’s foot was shifting restlessly against the stone pavement and his first fingertip of his right hand was tapping rhythmic patterns against his bicep. His eyes flitted from places to place.

Jimin looked surprised at your words. Finally, focusing his eyes on you, he looked almost relieved. A sigh heaved from his body and his shoulders slumped into slopes for his stress to tumble down.

“Yeah,” he said, voice raspy, “I really am.”

You leaned back and took a sip of the tea. Jimin pushed his fringe off his face, body still tense, as your eyes searched his form noncommittally. “Anything I can help with?”

Jimin smiled wryly and glances up the street. “If you can perform instead of me at my dance recital tomorrow evening, then yeah, you can help me.”

You scrunched your face up and feigned thought. “Just give me time to put some shoes on my knees, straighten my hair, and re-watch the High School Musical series, then yeah, I think I might just be able to help.”

Jimin’s mouth cracked opens into a humoured smile. His eyebrows raised involuntarily and his eyes ignited with the fizzle of peace.  Unable to hide his glee, a giggle bubbled from in between your lips.

Once Jimin’s laughter has spiraled out, he shook his head at you. His eyes were lighter than before. A twist was still curled at the corner of his lips, and it was evident that his action was not done in a sardonic sense, more so disbelief.

“You’re sure are something, aren’t you?” he posed, although it was more of a statement than anything.

“Anything to help,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders and an overzealous grin slicing in between your reddened lips like a white Amazon lily in between a flock of red celosia.

The two of you stared at each other, taking the time to let your eyes drawled over his soft features, memorising every line on his face.

“I should probably go,” he said, without any conviction whatsoever, “I’ve got coffee to pour and cookies to steal for later when I have my inevitable breakdown at two in the morning.”

“And I’ve got to pretend to preen the flowers even though I’ve already done it about ten times in the past hour.”

He smiled, “Sounds like hard work.”

“The hardest,” you answered, smirking through your smile.

The breeze whistled in the background as you two just stood there, staring and smiling quietly. After a moment, a while, Jimin spoke. His tone was soft and quiet, timid, almost. “Thank you.”

You merely smiled at him before you nipped around the other side of the stall, eyes roaming the many colours. Your fingers curled around the correct stems and pull them gently from their bouquet. Blanketing the two single flower stems with his heated palm, you meandered back around the stall and approached the still-waiting Jimin.

“Here,” you offered the two flowers to Jimin.

His eyes glanced down and swirled around the heads of the flowers. They flit back up to you before returning to the beauties, dusting the petals with his attention. “What do they mean?” he enquired.

“The iris is for inspiration and the black-eyed Susan is for encouragement. Thought you might need them.” you said, shrugging your shoulders and pressing your lips together, suddenly coming across somewhat shy.

“Thank you,” Jimin repeated, staring at you with great sincerity and true honesty. If his eyes were a smell, they would be vanilla frosting on cinnamon cupcakes; warm and comforting, true care and true kindness.

You smiled back and replied, “Good luck, Jimin.”

With a blink, a smile, and a nod, Jimin turned and wandered back into the coffee shop. And if you spent an inordinate amount of time staring at an iris and trying to figure out just what made it so Jimin-like, then, well, nobody has to know.

I Never Planned on You - Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader

Words: 2569 (What the fuck this never happens)
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, a few random characters
Warnings: swearing, yelling, cheesey
Requested by anon
Can you please do one with Pietro to I Never Planned on You from Newsies? Thank you!
Authors Note: You guys have no idea how excited I was to do this and I’ve been working on it for so long i hope it makes up for the lack of imagines from the past week. very much so based off the newsies show. even parts that weren’t in the song. i was excited.

Also, little summary: you are Y/N Stark but use a different last name while working. You own your own magazine company and you and your assistant, Jeremy, are headed to New York for a few different reasons. A speedy silver-haired boy sees you, and who knows what happens from there?

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Pietro Maserlist. Masterlist.


You liked to keep it a secret that you are a Stark. Tony, as the older sibling, would carry on the Stark name to make something of himself and honor your parents. But as the second born and younger sibling, you had more freedom. You did not want to be bound to the Stark name and seen as “Tony Stark’s sister” or “another Stark” because that isn’t who you are. You knew you were one-hundred-percent capable of making it on your own, hence why you used a different last name when working.

It wasn’t important that you were a Stark. It was nice not to get compared to Tony as being merely the younger sibling, and you had more recognition than you would have had if you kept the Stark name. But that didn’t change the love you had for your brother, as you and him at least text every day.

It was funny when they did compare you, though. Your company did not have the size the Stark did, but it was getting there.

“Jeremy,” You called out to your assistant, and he walked quickly inside your office.

“Yes?” He asked as he stood at your door.

“When do we leave for my jet?” You asked. Your name may not be as big as the Stark name, but the Stark name is a really big thing; so you were a decent size. And to many surprises, you are able to have your own plane.

“About two hours, Miss (Y/N),” Jeremy smiled after looking at his schedule.

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Fuzzbutt (Sam Wilson x reader)

Request: sorryimacrapwriter said: Can I request a story where reader has a service dog (I’m about to get one for my diabetes!!!), and he’s super protective of her. Like, won’t let others around unless necessary. The service dog goes with reader on missions to keep an eye on her, but one day the dog is hurt and reader gets hurt as well and the dog can’t get to her. So Sam comes swooping in and saves her because he’s really into her and notices. When they get back to HQ, the dog is loving on both reader and Sam? Angst and fluff?

When your new puppy arrived at the compound, he was everyone’s best friend almost immediately; even Tony found himself unable to be without cuddling up to the little guy for very long without going through withdrawal.  Steve reverted back to what he must have been like as a little kid, annoying and whining to you when Tony was hogging puppy time, Thor couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t let him take your fur-laden beast to Asgard for a few days, and both Natasha and Wanda were having far too much fun dressing the little guy in new puppy clothes for you to get much time with him yourself.  Even with as much fun as he seemed to be having, your little protector wouldn’t want anything to do with any of them unless you were there too, making it very clear with his best attempt at a snarl if they crossed him.  

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Blessing (NSFW)

500 followers celebration: 1st Place - Bruce Banner - Fluff and Smut - +1k words

Summary: After years of dating, you finally introduce Bruce to your family. 
Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader
Other Characters: Original Characters (Your family)
Word counting: 2.1k
Warnings: A bit of tension. Age gap. Established Relationship. Smut. fluff. Tooth rotting fluff.

Originally posted by 1900stove-0


The first thing people usually notice when they look at you and Bruce is the age difference. That’s not a surprise with the 23 years of gap between you two.

At 24 years of age, you had a well deserved Ph.D in chemistry and worked besides your boyfriend and Tony in the lab with the Avengers, and was working on your master’s degree in physics. While other girls your age were looking for what they wanted, you already had reached many of your goals. You and Bruce bonded over your similarities and were now together for more than two years - three in five months. With this in mind, you knew it was past the time to introduce him to your family.

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Friday Night-Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Title: Friday Night

Word count: 2620

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: There’s typos here, but they’re supposed to be there. It physically hurt to write them, and I planned on not including them, but I did anyway. Also, I don’t know anything about romance or alcohol or anything like that, so, probably inaccuracies.

A/N: I don’t know why, but I keep writing about drunk!Lin. I guess I just enjoy writing him more. Here’s another imagine, a little longer and better than the last one. At least I’m more happy with it. 

Enjoy!

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You had been looking forward to this all week. Friday night. A silent night where you could go home after performing in Hamilton, shower, take a nice bubble bath and read a book or binge watch a TV-series. Your mouth were already watering at the thought of the chocolate you would eat when you came home, before you got on stage.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re going out to get some drinks, you want to come?” Renee asked you after the show, just after you had changed out of your costume to your regular clothes.

Your muscles felt like jelly and your blood-sugar was on a low, and you tried to plaster on the nicest smile you could, while trying not to mind the growing frustration inside you.

“Uhm, no, I’m exhausted, so I think I’m just gonna get home and sleep.” 

You think she noticed how tired and irritated you were, because she left with a smile and ‘maybe next time’. Usually she would put up a bigger fight.

You gathered your things and managed to slip out of the theatre without being noticed, not up to talking with any more people, and soon you were in the backseat of a taxi, trying not to fall asleep. Usually you would just walk home, but today your feet were hurting and your muscles were so sore, you weren’t sure you would make it home.

-

You sighed a breath of relief as you walked into your apartment, the familiar smell of vanilla candles, old books and dust immediately enveloping you in a fuzzy feeling of home. You went straight to the shower so you could rinse the sweat off your body and then you filled the bathtub with hot water and coconut smelling bubble soap.

After thirty minutes of relaxing in the bath, trying to ignore the pings on your phone, you finally stepped out, wrapping a fluffy, white towel around you and sighing in delight. Your aching muscles didn’t hurt that much anymore. You went through the normal procedure; wring out water from your hair gently, dry your body, moisturise your face and body and then stepping into your soft cotton pyjamas. You put your hair up in a ponytail and put your glasses on, and padded out to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. While you waited for the water to boil, you went through your phone to see the messages you had received. Some were from Jasmine and Pippa, telling how much you were missing out on. Apparently Daveed and Anthony had a contest of who could down more shots. Daveed won big time, and now Ant was wasted. You also had a few from Lin, with him telling you how much he missed you there, and missed singing karaoke with you. Each text he sent had more and more typos, telling you just how drunk he was. Usually he would never have a typo.

You blushed and smiled as Lin sent you a selfie where he pouted, the rest of the squad in the background.

>U shold b her. Its not the sme withot u :(

You giggled and shook your head before typing out a reply.

<Sorry, but a girl needs her beauty sleep ;)

His response was immediate.

>U dont ned beaty slep, youre alredy so beutiful ;*)

Your stomach fluttered and you blushed even more. You were going to reply, but then your boiler stopped, signalling the water was done, so you put the phone down and poured yourself a cup. You started humming on Helpless as you poured the sugar and milk in, then walked over to the couch to binge watch Reign. You were too tired to read.

You had seen two episodes when a knocking on your door forced you to pause the TV. Groaning, you managed to get up from the comfortable couch and blanket you had put over yourself and walk over to the door. The knocking never stopped and you were afraid you would end up getting a noise complaint, but the scowl on your face disappeared when you saw who stood outside your door.

Of all the unexpected things that could happen tonight, Lin showing up drunk and giggling outside your door was the most unexpected one. How he had even managed to get in without you buzzing him in was beyond you.

“Lin? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the club?” You asked as you let him stumble into your apartment.

“It was no fun without you, so I came to get you,” He looked you over, and you suddenly felt very conscious of the pyjamas short you were wearing. “But it seems like you already has gone to bed.”

“Well, no, I was watching TV, but I’m not coming out.”

He stared at you for a while, trying to think what he should do now, which gave you plenty of time to study him. His long hair was tousled and taken out of its regular bun, his clothes was a little disheveled and his eyes were shining from happiness and the alcohol.

“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I should go back then.” He said with a sad frown on his face.

He tried to walk to the door, but he stumbled in his feet and landed on his knees and hands on the ground.

“Yeah, okay, no. You’ll stay here and sleep off the alcohol. You’re in no condition to go anywhere right now.” You said as you helped him up.

“But I told the others I would be right back.” He mumbled.

You led him to your kitchen so he could get a glass of water and maybe sober up a little bit. At least enough so he could walk without stumbling.

“I’ll tell them you’re here.” You promised.

Lin sat down, after a bit of a struggle, at the bar stools by the kitchen island, giggling for some unknown reason as you poured the water into the glass.
“Here, drink up. I’m gonna get ready the couch and tell the others you’re here.” 

You whipped out your phone and shot the others a text on your group chat, then you started to set up the couch with a pillow and a duvet. It didn’t take long before Lin followed you out to the living room, grinning.

“Okay, here. I don’t have any clothes you can sleep in, so you’ll have to use the ones you wear.” You told him.

“Thank you.” He said right before he engulfed you in a hug.

You tensed up at first, but then you relaxed as you breathed in his scent. A mix of alcohol and peppermint. You shuddered as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, feeling his breath on the thin skin on your neck and his lips barely touching.

“Okay, go to bed before you fall asleep on me now.” You said as your head started going light headed, gently pushing him off you.

He pouted and looked at you with those puppy dog eyes which always made you melt.

“Fine.” He grumbled when you pointed at the couch. 

“I’m going to bed too. If you need me, I’m in my bedroom, but I should warn you, I’m not happy when I get woken up. If you need water, it’s in the fridge, painkillers are in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and if you get cold, there’s more blankets there,” You pointed at the basket you had laying beside the couch, “Okay?” 

He nodded, although you weren’t sure he had actually gotten all of it.

“Good night.”

“Night.” He said as he started to pull off his clothes.

You grabbed your laptop from the coffee table, then walked to the hallway where your bedroom laid. You could feel Lin’s eyes on you the whole way.

-

You were exhausted and ready for bed, but as you sank down in your bed you couldn’t help think about Lin just in the other room. It was weird for you, to have him in your apartment. You almost never had anyone over, and at least not anyone drunk. You also had an irrational fear that Lin would somehow find out about your crush on him just from being in your apartment. It was silly, you knew, but you were still slightly worried.

You started to feel the sleep sink in, and soon your fears and thoughts of Lin slipped from your mind. You were just on the brink of full sleep when you were awakened by the door to your bedroom creaking open. The next thing you heard where the padding of feet over to your bed.

“Y/N. The couch’s uncomfortable. Can I sleep here?”

You were still half asleep and in no way able to register what he had said, so you just grunted out something that he interpreted as a ‘yes’. 

The next thing you know, your bed is dipping beside you, and something warm pulls you to its chest. Too tired and comfortable to think about it, you fall asleep, with Lin’s arm draped securely around your waist and his chest against your back. Right before you fell completely asleep you could hear Lin mutter ‘you smell like coconut’ into your hair.

-

Something felt wrong when you woke up. Or, something felt right, but it wasn’t like it used to be. You open your eyes in panic, but you were still in your room and still in your bed. Then you noticed it. You’re were wrapped around a warm body. And then you realised that your pillow was harder, warmer and smelled different. And it was moving. Suddenly you remembered yesterday. Lin had come to you, drunk, and had ended up in your bed.

You were laying on Lin’s chest.

You should’ve panicked even more at that, but you didn’t. Your stomach started to flutter and all you wanted was to lay there, Lin’s arm still around your waist and your head on his chest, forever.

Maybe you could just lay there a little bit longer. But then Lin grunted and moved, at the same time tightening his grip on you and you were very aware of him. You were best friends. And sure, Lin was very affectionate, but it had never been to this degree. You’d never been cuddling in the same bed before. And so you gently pried yourself off Lin and walked into the kitchen, your heart racing.

Trying to distract yourself from thinking about the fact that Lin was sleeping in your bed, that you had just been curled around him, you started to make breakfast. First coffee, then french toast. While you waited for the toast to cool down a bit, you walked into the bathroom and got the painkillers for Lin when he woke up. You put that, together with a glass of water on your nightstand. 

You couldn’t help but stare a little bit at Lin. He looked so peaceful when sleeping. His hair was tousled, some strands going over his face, and his body was relaxed, his lips pulled up in a little smile. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t so evident as they were when he was awake, and for once he wasn’t fidgeting. He looked beautiful.

Shaking your head, you pushed that thought away and forced yourself to look away, before walking out of the room. What was going on with you today?

-

It wasn’t long after that Lin woke up. You were sitting, watching Reign on your TV when you heard shuffling from your room. It didn’t take long before that shuffling was heard in your hallway, and then in the same room as you.

“Coffee’s in the kitchen!” You spoke louder than you necessarily needed.

Lin just groaned and walked over to the kitchen.  

Some minutes later he sat down beside you. It weird to see him so quiet and relaxed. He who was always a ball of energy. But there he sat, right beside you, sipping his coffee and being completely calm.

“So, my couch wasn’t good enough?”

He let out a whimper and a hand flew to his head.

“Can you please not talk so loud. I’m sporting a giant headache.”

“Nah,” You shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

Lin just groaned before taking another sip of his coffee. You sat in complete silence for about ten minutes, the only sound coming from the TV, before Lin spoke up.

“Y/N?” He whispered, his head probably still aching.

You turned around to face him, taking in his serious look. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for coming to you like that yesterday. It was totally out of line, and very unprofessional of me.”

You had to suppress a little giggle. “It’s okay Lin. I’d rather you come to me then having to get home alone. You could barely walk.” You frowned, remembering something. “Why did you drink so much anyway? You usually don’t drink so you get that drunk.”

You took in Lin’s blushing face as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I, I was dealing with something. 

You wanted to ask him what it was. You wanted to be there for him, and help him through this, like he had helped you through so many things. Like he had helped everyone through so many things, but he had a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to talk about it.

“So,” you opted to change the subject instead. “How are you gonna get through rehearsal and the show when you’re as hungover as you are?”

He blushed and hid a little embarrassed smile. “I’ll ask Javier to play today instead of me.”

“That’s probably the best thing to do.” You smiled and patted his back. Lin nodded.

The rest of the day, Lin stayed at yours, watching TV with you, sleeping and going on Twitter. When night came, and it was time for him to go home, he lingered in the doorway.

“Y/N?”

You walked over to him. “Yes?”

“Thank you for letting me stay.” He looked down at his shoes, his feet shifting a bit. “I-I need to tell you something. Just, let me finish talking before you talk, okay?”

Lin was a lot better now than he was this morning, but his eyes were still a little bit dull. But now they started to shine more, excited and nervous by what he was going to tell you. 

You nodded, letting him start talking. 

“Okay, so, I’ve been feeling these things. Towards you, and, I don’t know how to say it,” Your heartbeat raced, seeing him struggling to get his words out, as your body filled with hope. Maybe he felt the same as you? He pinched the bridge of his nose, before letting out one final sight and looking up with a nervous, yet hopeful shine in his eyes. They mirrored yours. 

“Y/N, I like you. A lot. And not like a friend. I like you more than a friend, and I know you might not feel the same as me, and I’ve made this incredibly awkward, but I hope we can still be friends-“ You cut him off right there by pulling his face to yours. With a smile you put your lips on his.

The kiss was small, and since Lin was too shocked, it was mostly you who did the action, but it was sweet and sent sparks up your spine. When you pulled away, you still had a smile on your face, this time mirrored with Lin.

“I guess that means you like me back.” He whispered, his breath fanning your lips.

You laughed and nodded, before pecking his lips again.

“Definitely.”