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#i know he opens my phone because that absolute idiot accidentally took a photo of himself with it

diovstheworld · 1 year

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Hello again! Happy Valentine’s Day! I loved the headcanons you wrote for me last time (La Squadra with a member who can create anything with their stand), so I hope you don’t mind me sending in another request! May I have La Squadra’s reactions to reader accidentally sending this to them at 3am?:

Thank you so much! xD

hi again! thank you so much for the request! i’ve been struggling for ideas for posts so this request was greatly appreciated! also happy belated valentine’s day! (sorry if this post isn’t as long as my usual ones, i’ve been typing it between classes and bus journeys ahhhh but i really hope you enjoy <3). also i’m so sorry, i’m having trouble writing on mobile rn it keeps deleting anything i have at the bottom so that was a pain 😭 again, sorry this took me so long. i had so many problems with tumblr these past few days :(( so if the layout of this post is messed up, i’m slowly trying to learn desktop tumblr ahhh

୨ ╭ ୨୧ ✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・₊ˎ✧๑

Prosciutto:

‘y/n…it’s 3am.’

sends you a little ‘💕’ after another few minutes has passed

though he lectures you in the morning about sending him texts at such ungodly hours (and a lecture on the importance of sleep) he then proceeds to give you a cuddle

very lovingly warns you to never send him messages at this time in the morning unless you’re dying

but makes sure to tell you he really appreciates the thought of the photo, accident or not

actually, sending this photo to him would probably open a whole new conversation between you both, discussing feelings (because i definitely feel like this guy has to be prompted to talk about them lmaoooo)

Risotto:

since he’s definitely the kind of guy who gets little to no sleep anyway, he’s seeing this the second you send this to him

expect him to be confused at first, but after a few minutes pass, he’s coming through to see you for sure

‘y/n…what is the meaning of…this?’

regardless of your answer, you’re gonna get a little hug for sure

and, just like prosciutto, you’re getting lectured about the importance of sleep too while getting this hug (very hypocritical of him)

but will probably sit with you until you do finally fall asleep <3

hes probably not saying much in this moment, he’s just enjoying the silence with you

actually, i feel like just like prosciutto, risotto would also have to be prompted to talk about his feelings :,)

Formaggio:

first of all, this guy absolutely loves the fact you sent him this

he finds it really funny that you sent it at 3am too

sends you back something like this:

followed by something like this

overall, despite it being 3am and an accident, he appreciates the thought

he’ll probably bring it up with you in the morning, but he’s not mad about it. he finds it funny and adorable!

he’s grinning like an idiot all night to be honest

expect hugs and lots of attention in the morning

Illuso:

first of all, fully expect to be teased about this

most likely won’t answer you immediately (because this guy likes his beauty sleep) but when he finally registers that his phone just buzzed, he’s gonna be a little confused

mostly bc he wonders who the heck is messaging him! but when he sees the photo, he definitely gives a smile

not that he’ll tell you that to your face of course :,)

in the morning, he goes downstairs with the most deadpan face to confront you about the image but honestly ends up blushing a heap ton OR is tripping over his words (very unusual behaviour from him) so you naturally work out he liked the image

he’ll probably come find you in private later on to talk about it for real, no teasing this time, just a good honest chat about the photo and, you know, potential intentions behind it (aka, this man actually discussing his feelings about someone other than himself)

Ghiaccio:

‘oh my GOD Y/N’

he’s gonna be a little mad the notification noise woke him up from his sleep BUT once he sees the photo, he’s immediately blushing

honestly, he’s probably staring at this for a good 5 minutes. he’s slightly confused on what this means

he’s coming straight to your room for sure, be prepared for an initial little rant from this guy - i mean, he’s gonna be a little mad you woke him up

the rant stops fairly quickly afterwards though and he’s definitely bombarding you with questions about the photo in question - why did you send it to him! what does it mean! why does the dog look like that! (not that it’s relevant, but knowing Ghiaccio, his rants often go on tangents :,) )

honestly, giving him a cuddle will shut him up

and he WILL cuddle you back. he appreciates your hugs <3

Melone:

immediately coming to see you after you send him that for sure, he’s another guy who i think would stay up late so he’s definitely wide awake when you send him that

let me tell you, he wouldn’t even be mad for a second. yeah it might be 3am, but that image made him smile

’y/n…did you mean to send me this?’

he’s definitely having a laugh with you about it for sure. it’s no secret that this little photo made him happy

again, he’s staying the night with you, chatting away with you about all sorts. honestly, it’s amazing what conversations sending this photo has opened up

the pair of you don’t realise you’ve been talking for so long until it hits 7am and the other guys are starting to wake up

Pesci:

he probably won’t see it till morning (he has a very good sleep schedule!) but when he wakes up to that, he’s immediately smiling!

sends you back something like a photo of a hug coupon (i did try to attach something but tumblr kept deleting the bottom text 😭)

before immediately going downstairs to give you a big cuddle!

he probably will ask you if the photo was an accident but honestly, either way he’s happy!

has the happiest smile on his face for the next week, and often finds himself going back to look at the photo!

a little bit nervous to ask you but he definitely tries to ask if the photo has any special meaning from your perspective

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When He’s Caught Wearing An Item Of Your Clothing ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

As soon as he went live the comments filled with fans taking note of the red fleece that he was wearing for his stream. He tugged on the ends of the sleeves as he tried hard to pretend as if the fleece was his own, but they all knew better.

“I didn’t manage to convince you, did I?” He chuckled, sighing in defeat. “I found this lying around our house this morning and it looks so comfortable; you all know I like thick hoodies,” he laughed, just as you walked into the room.

“I knew that was mine when I watched you come up on the screen.”

“I guess you just shouldn’t have left it lying around, it’s mine now anyway.”

Your head shook, taking a step back so you weren’t on the camera, “you’re lucky your fans are watching right now otherwise I would make sure you gave me my jumper back.”

“If the fans hadn’t of flooded the comments, I bet you wouldn’t have even noticed.”

“I can recognise my own jumper,” you groaned, rolling your eyes across at him. “I’m stealing one of yours as compensation by the way.”

“Wait! That’s unfair, they’re my hoodies.”

Yoongi:

The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile as he opened the link, he’d been sent by his manager to see a photo of him from yesterday wearing a beanie you’d also been photographed in just a couple of weeks prior.

“I’ve been caught,” Yoongi smiled, handing his phone across to you, “now everyone’s going to know that I steal your clothes,” he then sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “People are going to think I’m soft now.”

“Maybe this will teach you to stop stealing my clothes then.”

“It’s my fault your beanies are so big, they just fit my head so well.”

You glanced at the article, the two of you almost looked identical. “You do realise the fans are not going to let you forget this, your reputation has fallen apart now.”

“This is why this is so bad, how am I supposed to carry on pretending to be moody?”

“There’s nothing wrong with people knowing you’re in love,” you reminded him, “plus, I think you look great in my beanies, so I’m not complaining.”

“I guess it wouldn’t be a bad thing for people to know.”

Hoseok:

Jungkook was the first one to spot Hoseok’s brightly coloured shoes as he walked into the dance studio, covering his smile with his hand. Only he wasn’t quite as subtle as Hobi looked across at him trying to figure out what was wrong.

“There’s no way that those shoes are yours,” Jungkook quickly pointed out, “please don’t tell me you’ve reached that stage where you’ve started raiding Y/N’s wardrobe? I swear I’ve seen her wearing those before.”

“All my shoes are dirty, I wanted to wear some clean ones for the recording.”

“Does she know that you’ve taken them? If you make a mess of them, she’ll kill you.”

His head shook shamefully, “I’m just going to pray that she doesn’t notice, and I don’t scuff them. If I do, then it’s on me to buy her some new ones, and these weren’t cheap either.”

“I think she’ll notice that her bright red pair of trainers is missing, she’s not an idiot.”

“Let’s just not say anything,” Hobi acknowledged, spinning the shoes around to check over them, “they’ll go home tonight in the same condition.”

“I bet you that you’ll end up ruining them.”

Namjoon:

He continued to read through a few more questions on the live, letting fans know about where the group was in regard to the comeback, album, tour, and a few more personal things, before a question with your name caught his eyes.

“What’s the story about my new bracelet?” He read out, glancing at his wrists and the brown bangle around it. “This was bought by Y/N, she’s got one too. It’s to celebrate our anniversary that just passed, I really like them.”

You were just about to walk into the room when you stopped hearing the topic of conversation.

“She’s got a really good eye for things that I like, she knows me really well,” he continued.

You smiled softly as he shared with the fans a few other things that you’d bought him over the years, waiting until the conversation changed to finally walk in and grab what you needed.

“What are you talking about?” You innocently smiled, looking over his set up.

“I know you were listening,” he laughed, “I could see the end of your foot poking out through the door frame, you’re not as subtle as you think.”

Sorry, it just made me happy to listen to you.”

Jimin:

The studio lights came back up as the programme came back from the break. The interviewer looked across all the boys before settling their eyes on Jimin. “We’ve seen a lot of comments today talking about your choice of shirt Jimin.”

“This thing,” he smiled, lifting the material up at the shoulders. “This is actually courtesy of my girlfriend, which is why social media is going crazy. Some of her shirts are too good for me not to wear on screen to show off.”

“What does she think about you stealing her clothes? I bet her wardrobe is empty.”

“She doesn’t know I took this, so she’s probably watching this at home now absolutely raging.”

All of the boys chuckled as they knew exactly how you’d be reacting at home. “Shall I set the sofa up at my house now for you to tonight?” Taehyung teased.

“Once she realises that I pull it off better than she does she’ll realise it was good I took it.”

“You’re digging yourself a big hole,” Namjoon warned, pressing his hand to his face, “you’re supposed to say sorry at this point.”

“I’m not apologising when her clothes are so nice.”

Taehyung:

He was very aware as the interview began that his decision to wear a hat would be discussed on social media as he sat down, and as the segment came up to look through Twitter remarks, it was only a matter of time.

“Taehyung why are you wearing Y/N’s hat,” the MC read out, flicking through a few of the replies. “Some of the fans seem to think they’ve seen Y/N wearing that before in a photo of the two of you, is it yours now?”

“It’s not, it’s hers. I just needed something desperately to cover my hair today.”

“You’re well known for your collection of hats, was one of yours not more suitable?”

His cheeks quickly began to flush red as he struggled to find an answer. “It was just convenient to grab this one, plus the colour matches my outfit, none of mine would have matched the same.”

“Well, it seems your fans are huge fans of you raiding Y/N’s wardrobe to solve a bad hair day.”

“She was actually the one who suggested the hat,” he noted, “so all of the credit for this needs to go to her really, not me.”

“I’m sure all of the fans will be quick to thank her for the idea.”

Jungkook:

It had been the one topic he didn’t want to come up during the entire live with the boys, but as the live was about to come to an end, Jin couldn’t help but bring up exactly what Jungkook didn’t want to hear.

“Someone accidentally shrunk their jeans in the wash the other day,” he began, tapping against Jungkook’s thigh. “So, he’s coming to you live today actually wearing his girlfriend’s jeans because he doesn’t have any.”

“They were the only ones I could find this morning, it’s not like I meant to wear them.”

“You could have come to one of us for a pair of jeans, but you just Y/N’s.”

He frowned as Hobi chimed in, only adding to his embarrassment. “You’d be surprised how comfortable women’s jeans can be, I think I’ve found my new favourite pair in these.”

“I don’t think she’ll be quite as willing to give her jeans up for you to wear.”

“I know her weakness,” he laughed, “trust me, I’ll find a way to convince her to give up these jeans for me to wear from now on.”

“You’re brave getting between a woman and her clothes.”

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years

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Born to be Yours Ch. 10

Story Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter summary: Life after you and RM part ways goes back to normal until an accident changes everything

Previous chapters found here: Chapter 9

You are surprised that life does in fact go back to normal. You and Xavier make up and get back to working with smaller local groups after the awards season ends. Things with you and Ben get back to normal; you become a master of using heavy foundation on your soulmark when you’re at home. The summer tour is amazing. You and Xavier traveled to 32 states in 4 months. You find yourself following Twitter and Weverse to see what RM is up to. And you sometimes found yourself thinking about that night the two of you spent together. You mostly try to push it out of your mind though. Even though you told Xavier and he randomly brings it up.

“Right here? On this desk!?!” he asks, running his hands over the surface.

“Yes. And don’t do that, it’s weird and gross.”

“How was it? Describe it to me again.”

You chuckle a bit and roll your eyes, “No. I told you once so I could get it out of my system.”

“Ughhh you’re so boring.” he whines playfully.

“Shouldn’t you be reprimanding me about being a terrible cheating slut?” you raise an eyebrow.

“No. I ship that shit.” he responds, sipping on a smoothie. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks

You laugh and look through your phone. “No, I had a zoom meeting with Gina at noon and then I covered spinning class.” You press some buttons on your screen. “There. I just ordered. I’ll see you in a while.” You stand up and put your flip flops back on.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in pilates tonight.”

You toss your bag over your shoulder and put your sunglasses on as you step out the door. You look both ways and start to cross the street as you hear a screeching sound. The next thing you hear and feel is the sickening crunch of bone hitting glass. Tires screeching away and then everything is black.

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Namjoon occasionally finds himself thinking about you. Mostly when he accidentally slams his body into a door frame or cuts his finger. He always says he’s sorry and then kind of feels like an idiot for apologizing to no one. He also thinks about the night the two of you shared together quite often and had made Jhope send him those photos he took.

He’s happy to be working and on tour again. It’s been a fun summer. They wrapped up the Asia portion of their journey and were well into Europe now. As usual, the filming crew was in the green room as they were preparing for their second night at Wembley. The first night had been amazing. He couldn’t think of anything that made him happier than being in front of ARMY, especially when they were singing along to the songs he wrote. He smiled as he scrolled through his phone while he had his makeup touched up.

“10 minutes, 10 minutes.” Management called out.

“Alright guys, let’s get it.” he yells through the green room.

They gather around and do their chant. The minute they step out of the green room they can hear the fans roaring and cheering along to the pre-show videos. They each go to their respective starting positions and wait to hear the signal.

They open quick and fast with “On” and the crowd is absolutely pumped. They begin their second song and will then introduce themselves. The music for “Dionysus” begins to play and the elaborate set pieces are added throughout the song. They are almost to the end of Dionysus when RM goes down hard. He falls off the table. People are gasping, Jin runs over and signals to the staff on the side of the stage that something is very wrong. ARMY and BTS are freaking out. The visual director quickly puts a message onto the big screens to please wait a moment. The medical staff immediately takes the lift up to the main backstage area. The obvious damage is a cut on his arm that took the brunt of the fall from the table, but that gash can’t account for the fact that he’s unconscious and breathing shallowly. There is a rush of oxygen masks and people yelling. Jimin and JK start crying, the other guys are freaked out about the show and what to do next. Jin rises to the occasion by asking if they should go ahead and skip to his and Suga’s solos until there is more information. A decision is quickly made to begin the solo portions. The two of them quickly change costumes and prepare to go out. An ambulance ends up needing to be called. The guys decide that Namjoon would want the show to go on and so they do. It’s ugly and weird and they are unfocused but they manage through it. ARMY is crying for RM because they know it’s bad when he doesn’t come back on stage. They skip the ments and encore and the guys are immediately loaded into vans and transported to the private health facility that he’s been taken to.

The staff escorts the six of them to a room where they wait for a doctor to come and speak to them. A translator is located and brought in as well.

“What happened? Did anybody see what happened before he fell?” Hoseok asks.

“He was fine. I didn’t notice anything strange.” Tae responds.

“They took video and showed the doctor,”Yoongi adds, having overheard the staff on the way there.

After a few minutes a doctor comes in. “Hello Gentleman. Your friend is in good hands here, and is stable.” she reassures them.

There is a collective sigh from the group as they hear this news.

“However, we aren’t sure what’s causing this condition. There is no evidence of an aneurysm on the CT scan and the video doesn't show any seizure-like activity prior to the fall. His heart is in excellent shape as well as his lungs. At this point we are running more tests but we do need to ask you all some questions here. Please answer honestly. Does your friend use any drugs? Even maybe extra prescription medication?”

It takes a few seconds for the translator to relay the message and the guys’ reactions range from anger to disbelief. Jin is up on his feet shouting about how they should be focusing on fixing Namjoon rather than gossiping, Jimin is crying more. It’s a mess.

“Calm down guys, it’s a standard question,” Yoongi says stoically. “She’s not trying to be rude.”

“No. He drinks beer and wine sometimes. But no. He’s not on any drugs. That’s ridiculous.” Jungkook summarizes.

“I’m sorry, it’s something I do have to ask. Is there anything else you guys could think of that might be pertinent? An old injury? Something he did earlier today or ate that he doesn’t usually?”

The guys all sat there for a minute. It was Jin who made the connection first: “His soulmate. She lives in LA.”

Tae’s hand flew to his phone to make a phone call.. The next few things happened over the course of a few hours: a phone call to Hitman Bang to get Gina’s contact information. Several phone calls to Gina. Calls from Gina to you. No answer. Phone calls to Xavier. No answer. Xavier calling Gina back hysterically sobbing that you were in a coma with a skull fracture and blood loss, Gina crying, Gina having someone else call Hitman Bang because she couldn’t stop sobbing, Hitman Bang calling Tae back.

The doctor was updated on the situation. “Ah...well that would explain it. Were the two of them very close?” she asks delicately.

It’s highly inappropriate but Yoongi just laughs, “No. They met one time .”

The doctor raised her eyebrows, “Oh. Well that’s unusual.”

“If she dies, will he die too?” Jimin asks quietly with tears in his eyes.

“No. And especially not if they weren’t close. I need to consult with some colleagues on this before we proceed. If you all want to go get some rest I think he’s going to be like this for a while. We can call you if anything changes.” the doctor informs them.

They are uneasy about leaving Namjoon there so they split up into groups of two to take turns. Jin and JK take the first shift at the care facility.

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The doctor reaches out to several colleagues who are familiar with more case studies of soul mate injuries and what to do when there is a mirrored trauma response. She gets permission from RM’s parents (who have flown to London as well at this point) to try a reverse cryogenic procedure to restart his systems. Basically, they will bring his body down to an almost hypothermic point and slowly reheat him, encouraging cell regeneration and movement. It has been successful in similar cases, but it is a slow procedure that needs to be carefully monitored.

Meanwhile, social media is having a field day about what could have happened. BigHit put out that story that RM has developed a severe allergic reaction to shellfish and went into anaphylaxis on the stage; he was administered an epi-pen and hospitalized but is now resting and recovering. The rest of the guys give interviews to back up this story as well. 48 hours after the incident began, RM is slowly regaining consciousness.

“What happened? I feel like someone is opening up my skull with a pair of pliers.” he asks the doctor.

“I’m sorry but your soulmate was in a very bad car accident. She’s in a coma and you suffered a mirrored trauma response. I’m going to go let your friends and family know you’re awake.”

“Shit.” RM says, really taking in everything that was just said to him.

Jin is the first one in the room. “Hey. You’re finally awake. We were so worried.”

“How long have I been out for?”

“2 days.”

“Shit. What happened with the concert? Is everything ok? Oh God. What did they tell people?”

“One thing at a time.” Yoongi said as he entered the room. “We finished the show. The tour is postponed for at least a few weeks. We told people you had an allergic reaction.”

RM visibly relaxed but was still upset about the show. “Those fans have to be so disappointed.”

“Yeah, but they want you to be well. There’s thousands of flowers and cards being left at Wembley and so many messages on Weverse. We’ll make the dates up when you’re better. ARMY understands. It’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s [Y/N]’s fault.” he says briskly.

“I mean. She got flattened by a car. So, not really.” Tae added.”She’s in an actual coma. They can;'t just reheat her.” he was surprised by how cold RM sounded talking about his soulmate.

“You’re right. I’m just...it’s a lot. My head still hurts and I guess I just want someone to blame.”

“Blame the asshole who hit her,” Yoongi adds.

“Yeah. I will. I’m so tired.”

“Here, we’ll leave so you can talk to your parents for a minute before you rest.”

“My parents flew in?” he says surprised.

“We thought you were going to die,” Jimin says seriously. “Your sister is on her way here too.”

Rm laid his head back against his pillow. This is exactly the kind of soulmate bullshit he’s been trying to avoid. And you were in a coma. He stopped for a minute and thought about how scary it must be for you but he won’t allow himself to dwell on it. He’s getting his soul mark obliterated as soon as you wake up from your coma and sign off on it. If you wake up from it. Shit.

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24 hours later he is discharged from the hospital and decides to book a flight to LA to see what your doctors are doing about rectifying this situation. He can’t shake the massive headache and leg pain that he’s still experiencing constantly. He cannot perform like this. Also he’s looked into the legal status of soulmark obliteration if one party is a permanently vegetative state and what counts as legal consent. Because of course he has. The guys all talk and decide that Tae will go along with him for support. Really it’s to be the voice of reason because they can’t believe that rather than going to see how you’re doing, he is going to ask you to remove your mark.

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RM knows what hospital you are at because his doctor consulted with yours in order to determine the best course of treatment. You doctor was hoping that once RM woke up, you would show signs of improvement. So far though, there wasn’t a lot on your end.

Ben and Xavier dutifully took shifts staying with you in the hospital. On this particular night, Ben is taking the night shift, walking back from the vending machines. He stops when he sees two dudes who look like models standing outside your door.

“Hey. Are you guys friends with [Y/N]? You must be from the studio. I don’t think we’ve met before. I'm Ben” Ben is tired but tries to be friendly.

Tae and Namjoon turn and look to him. Ben. Ben must be her boyfriend.

“Actually we’re from one of the bands she worked with. I’m Namjoon and this is Taehyung. You must be her boyfriend?”

“Fiance actually,” Ben politely corrects. “Just a few weeks ago actually,” he awkwardly laughs. “But then this all happened. You know the asshole didn’t even stop?”

Tae feels extremely awkward. He can understand a small bit of what’s going on, but he knows that what’s coming will be very difficult for everyone.

“That’s awful. How is she doing?”

“Bad. Stable. But, bad. She lost a lot of blood and hit her head pretty hard. They’re surprised she didn’t have any broken bones other than her skull fracture. She dislocated her shoulder when it hit the hood. The guy was definitely speeding.” Ben runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry if you were hoping to visit.”

RM awkwardly runs his hands up and down his jeans. There is not an easy way to say this.

“So. You know that [Y/N] has a soulmark on her wrist?”

Ben stiffens ever so slightly, “I do. But it’s ok. We don’t really care about that whole destiny thing. It’s unconventional but you know…” he trails off.

RM takes a deep breath and rolls up his sleeve. “I have the matching soulmark. I was in a coma for 2 days. I need to speak to her doctor immediately.” NEXT CHAPTER

#bts rm x you #bts rm fanfic #bts fanfic #bts au fanfic #bts fanfction #namjoon x you #bts soulmate au #bts namjoon x reader #rm x reader

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tenacityreturns · 3 years

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aokaga fic alert!

plot: in which kagami and aomine talk about beautiful soul by jesse mccartney and also accidentally injure each other ♥ rating: sfw, very domestic, it’s just them being stupid idiots. also i wrote this in one sitting without taking breaks or reading over it so.... haha.... word count: 2098

it all started with two guys, chilling on the sofa, going through each other’s phones. or more specifically, the music apps (and kagami’s photo reel, but don’t tell anyone because aomine had only gone in looking for something of nigou!). whenever kagami encounters a song title that interests him, he’ll click on it and let about ten seconds play before he changes song again. he gets the idea.

aomine, meanwhile, will let the songs he finds play in full. not because he respects the skip button and doesn’t want to overuse it, but because he doesn’t understand english and it becomes background noise. he’s just chilling now. legs stretched out over the couch and on top of kagami’s knees, his back leans on the armrest and he thinks about dinner instead. how cheeky he’s feeling with directly impact how extravagant his dining requests will be.

“i just took a screenshot,” kagami says blankly, with a light frown on his face.

“why?”

“i wanted to remember this song, it’s kinda cool.”

“but you’re using my---”

“yeah i know that, i forgot.”

aomine half smiles, returning to the screen. dummy. “i’ll send it to you later.”

he decides to lightly hack his boyfriend and dives onto his instagram. looks up his own page, saves a recent selfie, uploads it from kagami’s account. first, he thinks about captioning it something like sexy, or why is this guy so hot??? but decides against it and instead writes ‘i’ll never be as cool as him :(’ haha. good, harmless prank. who’s this girl that liked it immediately, huh! well, they follow each other, but aomine doesn’t like how snooping around like this is making him feel. his blue eyes will raise, taking in the sight of kagami tapping his hand against aomine’s shin in time with the song. his lips are moving, then his shoulders.

is he... sort of singing along? but to which song? he can’t hear the music from his own phone well enough with kagami’s so nearby, but then... he doesn’t recognise this american music... hm. aomine’s fond smile is forced into a smirk for dignity’s sake.

“what are you doing?”

“huh?” kagami blinks, and the tapping stops. “i used to love this song.”

“used to? it’s on your recently heard playlist, dude.”

“it’s a classic.”

“is it? i never heard of it.”

“me and niji sing it all the time, y’know, just around.”

“okay,” this emotion, unlike the snooping guilt, is straight up jealousy. shut up about nijimura already! we get it! you’re friends! “what’s it about?”

“uh,” cogs turn. his lips move again, maybe in time with the song’s lyrics? aomine isn’t sure. “like, he’s singing about not caring about looks. just... you know, wanting the person’s beautiful soul. that’s what it’s called.”

“sappy,” what a loser. this sounds like the kind of thing satsuki would be interested in for sure. aomine gets an instagram notification from kise and ignores it, then remembers his prank and that this is kagami’s phone! he opens the app again and that blond bastard has written a comment:

‘looks like you need a new password kagamicchi!’

and seen right through the prank! dumb luck. except--- here’s tetsu commenting:

‘you should never leave your phone with untrustworthy people, kagami-kun.’

shut the hell up!

but his oblivious rival distracts the on-coming fury by starting to sing. the tapping against his shin has started again, and he’s still scrolling through the playlist and changing songs, but singing this beautiful soul song. in english. show off! ah, he’s got a nice voice though. and he looks real cute sitting there like that. aomine doesn’t suspect kagami of snooping through the photo reel or posting to instagram, in fact: the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. aomine’s head rocks to lean against the back cushions of the sofa. his fond smile returns.

“you singing about me, bakagami?”

of course he’ll find a way to ruin a perfectly nice moment, and a fleeting glimpse of serenity in his boyfriend. kagami doesn’t look away from his phone, but says something in english that sounded like a comeback. aomine presses his heel into kagami’s thigh, but it incites a more genuine flinch that he’d been expecting and both legs are instantly retracted.

“sorry,” aomine blurts, “i forgot about your leg.”

“what about it?” kagami replies breezily in japanese again ( that is, as breezily as possible through gritted teeth ).

hello again, guilt! aomine rests his knees against the couch, peering around them to watch kagami recover. if he doesn’t in five seconds, aomine will--- no, he can’t last that long. he sits up.

“ah, man, can i get you something?”

“i’m fine, it’s just cramping from sitting so long,”

this guy! they’d not been sitting for half an hour yet! he’s just saying that so aomine won’t feel bad... the bastard... of course he’s going to feel bad!

“wipe that look off your face!” kagami exclaims, “now get outta my way so i can lie down.”

he doesn’t look pissed off, or in pain anymore, which is something. god, wouldn’t it just be easier if kagami could tell him when his half-hearted grumpy statements are genuine or when they’re just him speaking and sounding angry because it’s how he talks?

aomine rolls himself off the sofa. “is your leg okay?”

“don’t worry about it,” the redhead returns to aomine’s phone but extends his arm off the sofa. an invitation to join him? but can’t he just say that he isn’t mad right now? ah, look! now he’s glaring at him! “daiki. are you gonna make me say it?”

“say what?”

kagami crunches forward and the arm, still extended, reaches for aomine’s hand. of course he’ll accept the gesture. one second, they’re holding hands ( safe, comfortable, in understanding ), and the next, aomine is falling onto the couch and acutely aware of making sure he doesn’t land on the bad leg.

“be careful!” he scolds, arms bracing against the back of the couch, knees safely avoiding kagami’s limbs. “sheesh!”

“i said don’t worry, didn’t i?”

“i dunno, you talk a lot of shit,” how come aomine’s pissed off at him now!

“what!” kagami launches forward and wraps one of his arms around aomine’s waist, dragging him back as he lies down again.

“taiga!” aomine’s still more concerned about the injury.

“shut up about my fuckin’ leg or i’ll snap you like a toothpick!”

ugh! fine, alright. he’ll give in. aomine definitely sends kagami a look. it’s short-lived, though, and he finds a teasing smile. his hand rests on kagami’s massive bicep. “with these muscles? good luck with a real toothpick, buddy.”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll show you!”

there’s no doubt that kagami hadn’t actually intended to show him, but aomine’s back lasts a total of two seconds of a too-tight hug before it cracks. loudly. it didn’t hurt. caught him off guard, yes, makes him have to pause and stretch his back for a second, sure, but it didn’t hurt. kagami’s staring, aomine notices. not immediately apologising despite the sound, he sees! red eyes are wide, lips tightly turned downwards. he’s waiting to check the damage before damage control kicks in.

“you good?”

“is that all you got?”

“sorry about your back,”

aomine lowers down to lie chest-to-chest. he adjusts so that it’s comfortable to lie with his head on kagami’s shoulder. “yep.”

“does it hurt?”

“nope.”

“good,” and just like that, an arm drapes around aomine’s shoulders and they’re lying in almost silence again. kagami’s phone is somewhere on the other end of the sofa, still playing that muffled song. how long does it go on for?! that beautiful whatever conversation feels like it happened hours ago! of course, it had been the singing that started the teasing which sparked the retort which justified a prod, which had hurt and begun this mess. aomine exhales. kagami starts humming along to what aomine has guessed is the chorus.

“what sorta sappy shit is he saying now?” he closes his eyes.

“uh,” kagami begins to translate the lyrics disjointedly, really having to think about it before he says it in japanese.

I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul

“it sounds better in english,” he then explains, “and when jesse sings it.”

“nah,”

“what do you mean nah?”

oops. well, yeah! alright. so aomine likes kagami’s voice better than this jesse person’s! big whoop! “nothing. so you were definitely singing about me, then.”

“yeah, i got sick of dating hot people and decided to settle.”

“shut the fuck up,” aomine’s smiling, knowing full well that kagami’s not dated anybody before. cheeky little shit!

“all the d-cup supermodels in america, you know.”

“i thought i told you to zip it?” he lifts his head. the stare-off doesn’t last long before kagami just straight up kisses him on the cheek! “hey!”

“can i have my phone back?”

he deliberates being difficult. deliberates telling kagami to get it himself, that he doesn’t know where it is, or just no. for fun, mostly. but then, that kiss had been really cute... and kagami had been kind of nice just now, before the bullshit, about translating and stuff... fine. this once, kagami’s off the hook. saved, even. aomine pushes ( carefully! ) up, finds the phone precariously close to the edge of the sofa, and returns to his place. once comfortable, he’ll hand it over. ah! the prank! he’d forgotten about that. kagami gives aomine his phone too and they are once again silent.

huh. that sure is a lot of facebook likes. his last picture wasn’t even that interesting. or was it? aomine opens the app, trying to recall what it could be about. did he get notifications for likes on things he’d shared? aomine rarely shared anything. oh, to be fair, he did share a video of nigou yesterday saying “he’s the only member of seirin i respect”... was it... that?

a picture aomine absolutely did not post is at the top of his own feed. it’s the seirin team picture, but, naturally, aomine had first seen only tetsu and kagami ( the others are definitely there, but not as interesting or important to look at, you know? ). posted twenty minutes ago. captioned: “i apologise for my last post about seirin, i’m a big idiot. they are really cool”

“hey!” aomine lifts his head up again, though this time, with an expression full of accusation. it meets kagami’s equally offended gaze.

“you posted to my instagram!”

“you posted to facebook! that’s worse!”

“no way!”

“yeah way!”

“everyone knew i got hacked, though,” he grins, “you ain’t slick at all.”

“as if i would ever call myself a big idiot, ever. they would instantly know you posted that to facebook. who else thinks seirin is cool?”

“everyone with brains!”

“bullshit!”

“idiot,”

“dumbass,”

aomine set his head down again. so much for trustworthy boyfriend, kagami taiga! though... isn’t it kind of funny that they both, separately, decided to post to each other’s social media? he’s trying hard to be pissed off about it, but the smile is too strong and, once again, he’s smiling over something kagami has done. satsuki comments under that hacked facebook post:

‘two sides of the same coin.’

which, to the unaware, means nothing. in reality, it makes him think of that thing he’s still accidentally in the habit of saying sometimes. the only one who can beat me is me. maybe kagami really is similar to himself after all? however, it’s hard to imagine that they’re that similar. aomine really likes kagami, after all.

“hey, taiga?”

maybe aomine will tell him he loves him again. does it cheapen it if he’d said it yesterday as well?

“yeah?”

“what’s for dinner?”

chicken.

“chicken, i think.”

aomine blinks. that was almost spooky.

“taiga?”

“still here,”

“love you.”

“pfff,” it’s a scoff! “lame.” insulting!”

aomine pinches him gently in the side. it makes him laugh, even if kagami isn’t that ticklish.

“alright! love you too, obviously. i kissed you, didn’t i?”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. chicken sounds good.”

“are you gonna tell me you love chicken, too? who’s the sap now?”

someone explain why such an irritating response would make aomine’s chest swell as much as that kiss on the cheek? yeah, he’s dead sure if he hadn’t been before. he loves you, kagami taiga, you dumbass, so much. of course he does. they’re two sides of the same coin.

#aokaga #aokaga fic #knb #knb fic #aonon.#drabbles.#this is stupid i just LOVE how they talk tho............................... theyre so fun to write #this is truly all over the place and it's really 1am #so miserable that it's 1am

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baekhvuns · 4 years

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Bad boy | Baekhyun EP

( series masterlist )

epilogue.

word count : 1.0k

pairing : baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

“Baekhyun! Hurry!” You yelled as you held your stomach, baekhyun sprinting to the car and opening the doors before making you sit in, “baek hurry! Please!”

“Ah—ah! stop hitting me!” you kept smacking his shoulder in pain, you looked at your big stomach and holding it in pain, for what seemed like ages Baekhyun finally pulled over in the hospital

“Hurry up Byun!”

“Woman! i ran over three red lights! calm down!” He yelled in panic before hurrying you inside the hospital and grabbing a doctor by his clothes and telling him to take you in,

The staff hurried you in the delivery room, yes, you were pregnant with your first child. Baekhyun and you have been married for two years now and one day you turned out to be pregnant.

“Baek—“ you remembered running over the living room as you watched him lazily hum a “Yes princess?”

“I’m pregnant.” You watched him choke on his coffee before looking at you with widened eyes, “Are you serious?!” He looked at you with a shocked expression, you nodded, hoping that he would be happy,

“Oh my god! I’m going to be a father?! You’re going to be a mother?! Oh my god Byun family will rule, oh my god oh my god.” You watched him panic before bursting into laughter he pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Thank you for this.” He spoke in an ever so lovely voice before picking you up and spinning you around.

And then here you are, 9 months later, in a hospital, screaming your throat out. “Byun Baekhyun, you better shut up and stay here! you put this baby in me!” You yelled as you gripped the bed sheets and Baekhyun holding you with shaky hands

Suddenly you felt relaxed, “It’s a boy Mrs. Byun!” You felt yourself rejoice in excitement and baekhyun kissing you before holding his baby boy in his arms, you smiled at the scene.

Byun Baekhyun, an absolute idiot holding his next generation. You watched him look at with tears forming on his eye rims, he gave you the baby boy to hold before you also burst out in tears.

“Byun Joohyuk, how’s that?” You looked over at Baekhyun before looking at the small human in your embrace, “Perfect! My lil boy’s going to be a soccer player when he grows up! OH or even better he could take over my company?”

***

“Joohyuk! Who’s baby are you?”

“Mama!”

“That’s right, he’s my boy!” You teased baekhyun before he pouted at you, leaning into your side and humming into your ear,

“Well then princess I think we need a daughter so she’d be my girl!” He winked at you before kissing your cheeks, you looked over at Joohyuk, who was smacking toys carelessly onto the floor

“I think it’s too early for that baek!” You kissed his nose and left for the kitchen, “It’s never too late to have kids!” You heard him yell at you, giggling before you opened the refrigerator for food.

and in the matter of months, Joohyuk had finally started to walk. Now he would accompany us to Jongdae and Eunhye’s house and greeting their 5 year old and a 3 year old.

“I’m so glad everything worked out,” You looked at Eunhye before she pointed at you and baek, “I’m glad it did, or otherwise I don’t know where I’d be.” You shook your head remembering the stupid moments of you and Baekhyun messing up.

Remembering how he almost burnt the kitchen down because he was boiling water, how he almost broke his back picking up a couch from ikea after reassuring you he was ‘Ironman’.

and then remembering the baekhyun who now played with the both of yours little human, “Oh did you hear from Yuna?” You suddenly asked, realizing it had been so long that you finally reminisced her

“She got married to Jaebum, remember Lim Jaebum? From high school?” Your eyes widened, “No way!” Before she nodded, “As expected, they both are like eachother.” You muttered.

Suddenly there were knocks on Eunhye’s door, she got up while you sat looming at the door, “Oh my god guys!” Eunhye opened the door to be swarmed by a group of tall men who you call your friends.

“Is that Sehun’s girlfriend? Oh my god Junmyeon you finally brought your wife!”

slowly by slowly everyone was getting into relationships, watching the same group of people now being adults was something so beautiful to see

you felt Baekhyun slide in next to you, you looked at him, “I like this.” He said against your cheek, “Like what?” You asked as he motioned your eyes to look forward,

seeing all you friends laughing and remembering the old times while sipping on some soju, the kids were in the corner drinking their milks. Seeing Chanyeol smack the living daylights out of Jongin’s butt you almost choked on your drink.

Laughing at all the stupid things they did, so you got up and went towards your bag. Rummaging through you found what you were looking for.

“Guys! Say cheese!” You took a picture of everyone, and then getting in yourself caring Joohyuk and Eunhye’s kids, you clicked an another one.

smiling at the photo, you saw Sehun with his arms around his girlfriend, Chanyeol with sunglass that had money signs on them, Jongdae who was struggling to carry his fiver year old, and Eunhye accidentally spilling cold milk on her 3 year old, Junmyeon waving three notes of money, jongin holding his butt, Kyungsoo holding a kitchen utensil, Yixing on a phone call laughing and Baekhyun with joohyuk in his lap smiling at you.

you smiled before wiping the non existent tear from your eyes, flickering your eyes between the digital photo and the reality in front of you.

“Joohyun come on!” Eunhye brought in the cake, before ushering everyone too gather around and blowing the candle.

“Please don’t cut the cake, me and Joohyun can do it, we found men who were good enough at everything but just not at cake—“ Jongdae quickly took the knife fork her hands and chopped the cake in half, you face palmed as you felt Baekhyun hugging your side with Joohyuk in his arms.

this was it, the moment you wanted to live in forever. realizing that life is too short, you glanced up at Baekhyun and Joohyuk before giving the both a kiss on the cheek.

"Guy’s it’s five seconds till new year!” Kyungsoo yelled as everyone started counting, while looking at the tv infront of us,

“five!”

you looked at your son with his hands held high in amusement,

“four!”

you looked around too see your friends fooling around,

“three!”

you looked at Jongdae and Eunhye, your best friend in her happiest time,

“two!”

you looked at the smiles at everyone’s faces, especially the newly couples. Chuckling at their blushed faces,

“one!”

Your eyes looked at Baekhyun, smiling automatically before he caught you staring and sent a flying kiss towards you and pulled you into a hug, and muttering a soft ‘I love you!’

“Happy new year!”

the end.

tag list : @puppyeoliepop @strawbaeri-s @stepanielove @mongryong-the-corgi @forbyun 💕 ty for all the love! Will be back with a new series!

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hearteyesemergency · 4 years

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The Day In Which Buck Receives Nothing But Pictures From The Diaz Boy’s

Request: I know the prompt 153 ("stop sending me weird pictures") means something else. But I couldn't help but think Chris stole Eddie's phone and it's sending Buck all types of weird pictures. Maybe ones that were already on his phone, maybe his taking new pics himself. Eddie doesn't know, and thinks he lost his phone or something. Buck doesn't know either and this is actually Eddie who sends him the pics.

A/N: When I tell you I damn near screamed at Chris texting Buck from Eddie’s phone without his knowledge... this was the best request ever, thank you so much! I really hope you enjoy this. It didn’t get long enough when I just did Chris sending photos, so I added a little segment at the end of Eddie sending photos too, a little nsfw. And also a few point of view changes in this one as well.

Summary: Eddie thinks he’s lost his phone, Buck has been receiving really weird photo’s from him all day. Something doesn’t add up, and there’s one cheeky little human to blame for it. Later, Buck decides he’s going to send his own interesting photo’s to Eddie, and Eddie might just send them back.

Warnings: Mild sexual themes.

Buck pulled his arm out of the warmth of his covers, and reached over to where his phone had buzzed three times against the side table. He groaned as the cool air hit his bare skin, and quickly retracted it, phone in tow.

He frowned when the screen lit up again. A little picture box was joined to the text notification, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. He took notice of the contact being Eddie before he unlocked the phone and took a closer look.

The first picture was of a seatbelt, the next a blurry picture out of a car window, another almost too blurry to make out, but Buck was sure it was of shoes. He figured maybe Eddie hadn’t noticed his phone was unlocked, and he had accidentally texted him a few times.

When no more notifications came through, he figured Eddie had realised and locked his phone, and Buck decided to try his best and go back to sleep. He still had a couple of hours before Maddie’s check up that he insisted on accompanying her to. Buck hadn’t slept much since he‘d been back at work, so he thought he best take this opportunity to catch up.

A few hours went by before Buck got another text message. This picture was of a rack full of school bags, and the man frowned. It was unlike Eddie to have his phone out on a job, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. All Buck could think was god he hoped that no children were in danger wherever Eddie was. The worst jobs were always the ones with kids.

The next message he received a half hour later while in a consult with Maddie, and he couldn’t help but smile. A hand printed in paint on a piece of paper, drawn around like a flower. Buck wasn’t too sure what game Eddie was playing with him today, but he had to admit, he kind of liked it. In a way, it made Buck feel like he was right there with him. And if there was anything in the world Buck hated, it was being away from work, and being away from Eddie.

As the day went on, Buck got more and more photo’s. One of a sandwich, one of a middle aged woman he’d never met before. There was a play ground, a library, a basketball court. He decided not to ask his best friend about it now, he’d call him when Eddie’s shift would be over, in the meantime, he thought he’d send him a teasing text.

He hoped Eddie would read the lightheartedness, but just to be sure, he added an emoji.

‘Stop sending me weird pictures 😏’

Eddie had damn near turned his locker upside down looking for his phone. He knew he had taken it in the car with them this morning when he left home, but he hadn’t been able to find it since.

Maybe he had left it at his Abuela’s, he thought, but it was so unlike him to go anywhere without it. What if Chris needed him? Eddie pushed the thought that brought panic with it down, and slammed his locker closed. Maybe one of the other 118 firefighters had accidentally picked it up.

He ascended the stairs up to the dining area three at a time. His hands had started to sweat a little, and he was panicky. He certainly couldn’t afford a new phone, and he couldn’t go without one in case his son needed him. He had to find it.

“Has anyone seen my phone anywhere?”

“No, why?” Hen asked,

“Did you lose it?” Cap assumed,

“I can’t find it anywhere, maybe it’s under the seat of my truck-“

Eddie was cut off by the sound of the alarm, and forgot about his cell completely as he and the team raced to put on their gear. He’d have to check underneath the seats later.

By the evening, Eddie still couldn’t find where his phone had gone. When he had picked up Chris, all safe and sound, he tried to retrace all of their morning steps, but with no luck. He didn’t want to be lectured, so he had tried to do so as subtly as possible.

He hoped that Buck would be home, and that he was okay with visitors, because they were coming over whether he liked it or not. Chris needed some Buck time today, and honestly, so did Eddie. Eddie made a mental note to memorise Buck’s number later, in case there was ever a next time. In the meantime, he hoped Buck would have an old phone he could borrow.

The smile on Buck’s face when he opened the door to them put Eddie a little at ease. Chris flew right into his arms, and Eddie may as well have done the same right afterward. Buck seemed a little taken back, though hugged Eddie anyway, comfort still breaking through the confusion. Buck was warm, and Eddie really didn’t want to let go.

“Hey, guys! Wasn’t expecting you,”

“Sorry,” Eddie apologised as he pulled out of Buck’s arms, “just thought it’d be nice to spend some time with our Buck,”

“Always... Did you not go to work today?” Buck asked,

“Of course I did. Why?”

“You were sending me pictures all day,”

“No, I wasn’t, I can’t even find my phone- Wait, pictures of what? What if someone stole it?”

Eddie was back in the man’s personal space as Buck fished his phone out, and scrolled right back up to the first photo before he let Eddie have a close look. He scrolled quickly, and then slowly, before he paused, head shot in the direction of his son.

“Chris, did you take my phone today?”

“Yeah,”

“Why?” Eddie demanded, “I’ve been looking for it all day, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, sorry, Dad. I didn’t know,”

“Wait, then why were you sending me pictures all day?” Buck wondered, as they made their way over to Chris,

“You said one day you wanted to take me to school, but you never had time because you were always at work with Dad. So I thought I would show you.”

Buck’s heart melted out on the floor beneath him. This kid had the biggest heart in the world. Though Eddie had started to lightly scold Christopher again, telling him that next time he should just let Eddie know that’s what he’s doing, Buck pulled him into a tight hug.

He heard Eddie sigh behind them, and knew that he had let all his anger go surrounding the situation. Buck hugged the little boy a little tighter before he picked him up, and sandwiched him between himself and Eddie. Chris laughed, and Eddie hugged back, trapping his son between their bodies.

The rest of the night went by much like that. Lots of laughing, nonstop smiles, piled together on the couch with video games and funny YouTube videos. Buck was on cloud nine, these were the nights that he lived for, and he hated the late hours when he had to say goodbye.

Buck’s phone buzzed a few minutes after the Diaz boys left, and he smiled when he noticed a text from Eddie’s number. He opened it to find a selfie the two boys had just taken pulling crazy faces. He laughed, and before he had really thought about his words, sent back a text.

‘I love it. Awesome selfie, miss you guys already. Drive safe, I love you’

With the little woosh sound of a sent text message, Buck’s stomach sank. Fuck, not only had he just used the word love in the context of Chis and Eddie, but he’d done so twice. He hoped Eddie wouldn’t notice, or if he did, that he wouldn’t bring it up.

He panicked for a few minutes before his phone buzzed again. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then unlocked it with only one eye open. He was met with another selfie, this one darker than the other. It looked like Eddie was stopped at a red light, both boys eyes toward the camera, blowing Buck a kiss.

He chuckled, and the tension melted out of his shoulders.

‘We love you too, Buck’

He may have hugged his phone to his chest after that and smiled like an idiot for an hour, but if you asked him, he’d deny it.

Eddie put Chris right to bed when they arrived home, and promised that he would ask Bobby if he and Buck could have a morning off to take Buck and show him around Chris’ school. Probably not the best thing to promise an over-excitable kid right before bedtime, but Eddie got through it, and eventually managed to relax him into unconsciousness.

He couldn’t help but look back on the day now and laugh. It wasn’t funny at the time, but honestly his son had a heart of gold- Eddie wondered where he got it from, it was far too big for one person. All Eddie wanted to do was protect him, and he was so grateful that Buck had taken Christopher’s attachment to him so well and seriously.

At the thought of Buck, he retrieved his phone off the kitchen bench, and thought for five minutes before he even had the start of a text message to Buck. He typed and backspaced nearly thirty times before he just left it at ‘hey.’

He was nervous as he waited for a reply. He wasn’t sure why, probably because he had absolutely no reason to speak to Buck, yet here he was, fishing for a conversation.

‘Buck: Hey... No weird photo’s this time? 😉’

‘None. Promise’

‘Buck: Too bad’

Eddie’s stomach did a flip. What did that mean? What was he supposed to send to Buck, was there some kind of game between them now that he had missed? He twiddled his thumbs above the screen as he thought, did he have a photo he could send? What did Buck expect?

Eddie was drawn out of his brain when a photo popped up on his screen, and he enlarged it instantly. It was of Buck, a selfie, he was half sprawled across the couch, shirt pulled half way up, abs on full display. He had pulled a face, but Eddie wasn’t focused on that in the least.

This was a very specific photo. He could’ve just sent a stupid face, a remake of a photo Eddie and Chris sent earlier, but no. Buck had gone to the effort of getting half his body in the shot, and it wasn’t a coincidence.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he was supposed to reply, with another photo he assumed, but what if they weren’t thinking on the same wavelength. What if he took Buck’s selfie way out of context?

After a few minutes of contemplation, Eddie decided to just go for it, and take a shirtless photo in the bathroom mirror. At least if he’s read the situation wrong, he could brush it off as a joke, like he was just proving his abs were better than Buck’s- and they definitely were.

He stripped his shirt off as he made his way into the bathroom. He focused way too hard on the pose and the lighting, but eventually he forced himself to hit send before he obsessed over it any longer. It was Buck, not a model recruitment agency.

Eddie threw his phone across the bed as he kicked out of his jeans and tossed them aside with his shirt. He stretched, trying to dissolve some of the tension he felt in his shoulders. He couldn’t check his messages fast enough when his phone buzzed, near tripping over his own feet as he searched for it.

He opened the text up and flushed red. Buck was shirtless now too, off the couch and in bed, his sweatpants far too low on his hips, showing off enough skin to make Eddie’s cheeks burn. If they were any lower Eddie would’ve seen his- the thought sent a shiver through him. Now he had to find a way to one up Buck.

He wasn’t sure he was ready to go all in with this, but he didn’t have anywhere else to go photo-wise before he wasn’t wearing any clothing at all. Eddie settled in the end on a video, from collarbones to the waist band on his jocks, sat slightly higher than Buck’s had been. He really tried to catch the definition of his muscles in the low light. He had noticed Buck seemed to be very intrigued by those when they worked out.

Eddie had gotten far more into whatever this was than he had expected. He found himself waiting uncomfortably for whatever Buck would send next. When his Snapchat notification came through instead of a text, Eddie was pretty sure what he was about to be met with. Yet still, when he opened the video he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs, and a pit of fire started in his stomach.

Buck didn’t know how to start a conversation with Eddie as they stood in the kitchen area together. After last night, he wasn’t sure what they were, or how into it Eddie was. The only thing he was really sure of was that Horny Buck didn’t deserve rights. He put present Buck in a very uncomfortable position, and he wasn’t good with awkward.

“So... we should maybe talk about last night,” Buck suggested,

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, “yeah, I guess we should,”

“It was nice, right?”

“Not sure they’re the words I’d use,” Eddie admitted,

“What words would you use?”

Eddie blushed.

Buck wasn’t sure if that settled the panic in his stomach, or set it off. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up, maybe it was just a one time thing for Eddie. Just a spur of the moment, go along with the game Buck started because he didn’t want to be rude, thing.

“We didn’t really think about the consequences of this last night, did we?”

Buck shook his head, “no, we didn’t,”

“Yet now that’s all I can think about... well... not all, but...”

Buck finally looked to Eddie at his side. Did that mean? No, maybe, who knew anymore, he just needed Eddie to say something.

“Alright then I’ll talk, but if this gets weird, it’s all on you,” Eddie pointed an accusatory finger at Buck, “what we did last night... I really liked it,”

Buck let go of the breath he’d held, and slipped into a smile, “yeah... yeah, me too,”

“And I wouldn’t be mad if it happened again,” Eddie admitted,

“Me either... or you know, like... in person,” Buck toed at the ground.

The air between them was silent for a moment, and then he felt Eddie take a step closer, hip pressed to hip. Buck dared a look up, and was instantly met with Eddie’s eyes on his. The air was thick between them now, and Buck wasn’t too sure what to do with it. He knew what the old Buck would do, but he wouldn’t risk ruining whatever this was.

Eddie stepped into him, bodies briefly pressed together as Eddie placed a light kiss on Buck’s lips and then backed off.

“Really? That’s it?” Buck looked at him,

“We’re at work, what else do you want me to do?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Buck,” Eddie scolded, “later.”

Eddie started to walk away after that, and Buck called out to him. Later, what did that mean? What was this now? Buck would have to wait an agonising few hours before he could find out, but he sure wasn’t disappointed when he did.

#Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #911 #Buck x Eddie #writing #911 on fox #911 fox #911 prompt #buddie #buddie prompt #Eddie x Buck #buddie oneshot #Buck and Eddie #Eddie and Buck

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peaceisadirtyword · 4 years

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Just friends (Alex Høgh Andersen/Reader)

A/N: This is pure drama. Angst, tears and awful things. I wrote it because I needed some drama, and I wasn’t feeling good, so it was the only thing I could write. I cried a bit writing it. Hope you like it though♥️

Warnings: Angst, drama, Alex is a sweetheart, I want to hug and protect him forever.

Words: 1650

gif belongs to @whenimaunicorn

It could seem childish. It could be stupid, and you might have been acting like a spoiled child. But it hurt a lot.

And you dealt with it the only way you knew. Eating the chocolate chip cookies you had baked on your own and watching really bad Christmas movies in your couch with a warm blanket and tears on your eyes.

It was your day, the day you had been waiting for since the summer ended. The day when you and Alex would cancel all of your plans and spend the day listening to Christmas carols, decorating the entire apartment with lights and garlands, putting on your matching reindeer pajamas and bake cookies, order pizza (Alex always ordered one with extra cheese for you) and watch awful movies the whole day. The best plan ever.

You were sure he didn't even like Christmas as much as you, very few people did. But he knew it made you happy, so he never complained. His only condition was that you left him take photos of you as you decorated everything. It was the only time you would let him mess around with his camera and not cover your face.

But this year was different.

When you arrived home, after waking up early to go to the store and buy the ingredients for the cookies and some beers for Alex, he was already dressed... And taking his coat.

Your smiled had faded a bit, while looking at him in confusion.

"Where are you going?" You giggled "Hurry up, these cookies aren't going to bake themselves"

"What?" He had frowned in confusion, and then groaned, rubbing his face "Fuck, it's today, I forgot"

You stopped smiling then.

"Yeah, do you have to work today? I can wait for you" you tried to smile again, but it didn't work.

"No it's something else..." He bit his lip "Remember the girl I photographed a few weeks ago?" His beautiful eyes lit up and you felt your heart break a bit. Again "Well, I gave her my number, and we've been talking and... Wow, Y/N, she's..." He smiled widely "She's an actress too, and an amazing model, and she sings too, and is funny, talented... She goes to university too, it's amazing" his eyes lightened up while talking about her, and his lips were curved in a stupid smile "We're meeting today, for lunch and then a walk around the Christmas market and... I got tickets for the theatre"

"Oh" you were trying your best to hold back the tears "Okay... Well, I..." You shrugged, not really knowing what to say "Have fun, then"

You hurried to the kitchen, careful so he wouldn't see your eyes full of tears.

"Hey" Alex softened his tone "I'm really sorry, I forgot, it's my fault, don't be mad at me, okay?"

Then he decided to make it even worse by hugging you from behind while you put the bags on the kitchen counter.

"It's fine, I... I understand" you managed to make your voice sound like you only were a bit upset.

"You can still decorate and bake the cookies, don't you? Call Marco!" he proposed, you could hear the smile on his excited voice "He loves Christmas, or maybe Ava, I'm sure she'd love to spend the day with you"

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do" you muttered.

Alex kissed your temple and got away from you, walking to the door and picking up his coat, whistling excitedly.

"See you tonight, have fun!"

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You had to pause the movie when the main characters started kissing, in a too romantic setting with mistletoe and people cheering around them.

Your head hurt from crying, and the cookies weren't as delicious as they were when Alex baked them and the both of you shared them.

Rubbing your eyes, you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. It had been like that for years, and it was worse when you moved in with him. Alex was your best friend since you could remember, and you had been in love with him since you both were teenagers. And never said anything.

When the both of you were all alone, it was easier. You could cuddle him, kiss his cheek, tease him and joke around with him and it wasn't weird, because you were friends. But then he'd meet a beautiful girl, one of those you only can admire and gasp as they pass next to you on the street. And he'd leave, have a couple of dates, although it never worked out. And your best friend was back and you could have him all for yourself, you could pretend that he knew about your feelings and that he felt the same.

You had tried moving on, maybe not hard enough but you had tried. It seemed impossible, you couldn't even look at other person in that way. Yeah, you had met nice people, you had made out with some of them while partying. You even had a couple of dates, but it wasn't the same. Not even a romantic dinner in a beautiful restaurant or a nice walk under the Christmas lights could make you feel what Alex made you feel with only looking at him.

And, in some way, you hoped he returned your feelings.

Obviously, he didn't.

You unlocked your phone. Your best friend, Ava, had messaged you, sending you a couple of photos of her dog -you were in love with that animal- and some meme she had found on the internet.

You entered Instagram, immediately searching Alex's username and entering his profile. He had posted a photo of that last shoot with that model, and you remembered you thought she was beautiful.

Her profile was one of those that made you bit your lip and frown. Your profile was full of photos Alex took of you, and though they were absolutely stunning, her photos looked much better.

Well, Y/N, she's a model and you're an stressed student, it's normal.

Though you knew you'd start crying again if you kept looking at her Instagram, you scrolled down, careful not to accidentally like any photo.

She was more than beautiful, and you could understand Alex being so excited about a date with her that he forgot your Christmas decoration day. They made a lovely couple, both being ridiculously good-looking.

Just when you were about to start crying again, Alex interrupted your self-pity stalking moment by calling you.

Quickly, you dried your tears and cleared your throat, drinking some of the water you had in a glass next to the burnt cookies. He would know that you had been crying. He always knew.

"Hi" you answered, your voice sounding almost like you were completely fine.

"Hey" you could hear the smile in his voice. That big smile that nearly made you sob into the phone "How are you?"

"I'm... Fine" you sighed "How's...." You weren't capable of saying the word 'date' "How's everything going?"

You could hear some noise, so he was still in the street.

"Amazing, Y/N" he giggled into the phone "It's amazing, she's amazing I... I think I really like her"

You bit your lip, closing your eyes and nodding softly.

"I'm glad" you whispered "I'm really happy for you, Alex, you deserve this"

You meant that. You were happy he had found someone, you were happy if he was happy, just a bit heartbroken.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, and you just knew he was frowning worried "Are you too upset with me? I'm sorry I left..."

"It's okay, I'm not mad" your lips curved in a small, sad smile "I understand, it's not like it's the last Christmas we spend together"

"Yeah but still... I should have remembered, you were so excited... I'm really sorry"

"Well, you can fix it by bringing me pizza for dinner"

"About that..." He sighed, and your smile faded "I might have to bring you breakfast, not dinner"

Oh, god, please, no.

"She invited me to her apartment" he added, quickly "To have dinner, maybe watch a movie... I said yes because I really want to spend more time with her, but I promise I will bring you waffles in the morning, with a lot of chocolate and I have bought you a gift" he said excitedly "It's not a Christmas present, it's more of a forgive-me-for-being-the-worst-friend-ever kind of present"

You stood silent for a few more seconds, until you were sure you wouldn't start crying as soon as you opened your mouth.

"Okay"

"I called Ava, too" he insisted "Told her to go and spend the night with you, I know you hate sleeping all alone... She told me I'm an idiot"

You couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"Okay, thank you" you muttered.

"Come on, don't give me that lost puppy voice, I'm feeling like the worst person here" he whined "I'm really sorry, Y/N, I will make it up for you, okay? I'll cook breakfast for two weeks, and I'll clean your room and I promise I'll let you choose the movies every night for one month"

You smiled sadly.

"Alex, you don't have to do that" you sighed "Just go, have fun and get to know her, I'll be here waiting for you to tell me all the details... Well, not all of them"

"Alright" he chuckled, and you could hear the relief on his voice "Hey, she's coming, I'll text you, okay? Ava should arrive in a few minutes, call me if you need anything"

"Okay mom" you chuckled, though you were drying some tears that were already falling down your cheek.

"Bye, Y/N, love you"

He hung up, just when the doorbell rang.

"Bye Alex" you muttered to the silent line "Love you too"

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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The Private Eye

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @ghost-brocolli Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: AU where the batfam are detectives/cops, except Jason who is always the rebel, and is a private investigator. You are a vigilante and keep running into a certain P.I., a P.I. that’s a childhood friend. Warnings: Language, violence, injuries, ya’know all my faves Word Count: 2.6k A/N: This one got a bit long…whoops. Anyways, this was an AU requested by an anon! Enjoyyy. P.S. Y/H/N = your hero name

You had just finished tying up the last of the arms dealers when you heard someone outside. Grappling up, you watched and waited in the shadows. A familiar face crept through the door, you chuckled to yourself once you realized it was Jason Todd, and not another arms dealer. Swinging over to an adjacent window you whistled at the unsuspecting private investigator. You watched as his head jerked in the direction of the noise. As your eyes met, you gave him a wink and slipped out the window. It was interesting to see the Wayne ward in anything except a suit, since the only place you really saw him were the various banquets and galas his father made him attend.

Jason’s eyes went to the ground below where he saw eight men tied together. He let out an exasperated sigh before dialing his brother.

“Dick, they did it again” he blurted out before his brother had a chance to answer the phone.

“That vigilante?”

“No, the ice cream man.”

“…Unnecessary Jay, how many?”

“2…4…6…8. Eight and a mountain of guns.”

“Alright, I’ll get Tim and head over. He needs to get out from in front of that computer anyways. Send me your location…and don’t touch anything!” Dick didn’t know why he bothered with the forewarning, he knew his brother would likely touch everything.

Jason’s eyes darted around the warehouse, he knew he would only have a few minutes to look around before his brothers came stumbling in and taking all the evidence with them. He noticed a door and made his way towards it. Picking the lock was child’s play. Jason sifted through the various papers and file cabinets, snapping pictures of anything he thought was important. He silently cheered as it seemed that he interrupted you before your search of the warehouse had begun. Though his celebration was cut short when he heard a car engine cut off. Jason frantically threw the papers back in the cabinets and rushed out the door just in time to greet his brothers.

“Dick, Tim. Lovely day we’re having, isn’t it?”

“Right, because that doesn’t make you sound suspicious at all…” Tim rolled his eyes as he proceeded to head in the direction Jason ran from.

“Well you boys got it from here…have fun!” Jason shouted out behind him as he darted for the front door.

“Ja –” Dick’s words were cut off with the slam of the door.

You watched and waited on a nearby rooftop, you never really trusted the cops. You were almost ready to call the police yourself, when finally, a patrol car pulled up to the warehouse and two young detectives got out. Satisfied that they could handle it from here, you turned to leave…but movement caught the corner of your eye. The P.I. was in an awful hurry to get out of there, so you decided to follow him. You watched through his window as he sifted eagerly through photographs, it was almost endearing how excited he was. Hours passed and he still sat on the floor gazing at the various pictures.

Alright, this is getting me nowhere. I’ll come back later to try and catch a glimpse at those photos.

You headed home and tried to get some rest. Something kept gnawing at the back of your mind, and around 3 am you decided to check in on Jason. Maybe he was asleep and you could see what was so enthralling about those photographs. After slipping on your costume you made your way back to the apartment. The entire building was dark, so you slipped in through the window. After a quick sweep, you found the apartment empty. Where on earth would he have gone so late at night. That’s when you noticed the notes scrawled out beside the photos. Another warehouse? Reality hit you, you had missed one. This idiot went out to try and stop another supply of weapons. You dashed out the window, sprinting towards the location. I hope he fucking called his brothers.

You were relieved to arrive at the warehouse and hear silence. Either he hasn’t been caught or he’s already dead. You circled around the building, scanning for the best possible entrance, when you noticed a shadowed figure on the roof. What the fuck is he thinking. You joined him on the roof and clasped your hand around his mouth.

“What to enlighten me on your genius plan here buddy?” You whisper screamed at the man.

With annoyance in his eyes, he pried your hand from his face. “Unlike you, I’m strictly on information gathering…not that I wouldn’t enjoy bashing in some of their faces…”

You glared at him, not believing his excuse for a second.

“Alright judgey, you are ruining my recon here. I was hired to do a job, and I intend to do it. If you would ever get out of my damn way.”

“Me? In your way?! Are you kidding me?” A bullet whorled passed you and you realized your voice had gotten way above a whisper. “Shit. Just stay down, okay?” You reached for your grapple gun and secured it on the roof. Just as you were about to jump Jason latched himself to your side and the two of you tumbled down into the center of the warehouse.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed as you pushed him towards the wall, attempting to block him from the oncoming slaughter.

“You’re on something if you thought I was just going to sit on the roof.”

“Just do me a favor, and don’t die.” You called after him, as you sprinted towards the nearest thug.

You were pleasantly surprised at how well Jason could hold his own, not that he could ever know you felt that way. And he did get a nice bullet to the shoulder as a reminder to not follow you into the battlefield. You waltzed over to him, slumped to the floor grasping at his shoulder.

“See this?” You pointed dramatically to his shoulder. “This is what happens when you don’t follow my instructions.

“Well how do you know that bullet wouldn’t have hit you if I wasn’t there?”

You shrugged. “I’ve had worse.” Bending down, you took out your knife and cut off the bottom of his shirt. Before Jason could react, you tied the fabric around the wound. “You may want to go to the hospital so they can take that bullet out.”

“Yeah lemme roll up to the hospital in a now crop top.”

“Eh, it works…you call your brothers yet, or should I?”

Jason rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Hey Dick…”

“What did you do?”

Jason’s voice went up several octaves as he proceeded to respond, “What…why would you assume that I did something?”

“Jason…”

“Alright, there’s another warehouse…the vigilante may or may not have been involved. Some people may or may not have been shot…I may or may not be one of those people.”

“What the fuck, Jay.” Jason quickly hung up the phone before his older brother could berate his recklessness. After sending the coordinates to his brother, Jason looked up at you. “Alright, get me out of here before Dick shows up. I do not need to see his reaction to all this.”

You rolled your eyes but motioned for him to follow.

It had been days since your last encounter with Jason, but you hit a wall with the ring of arms dealers and something in the back of your mind was telling you he knew more than he let on. You crept through the streets, making your way to his building. You couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or not when you approached the building and noticed the living room illuminated. Peering through the window, you didn’t see any evidence of life. Maybe he accidentally left it on? After a few minutes, you carefully pried open the window and made your way inside. Pictures and notes were scattered about, just as before. Your mind got lost processing all the information, both new and old, and you didn’t hear the front door open.

“Are you kidding me…” A voice echoed behind you. You swung around to see Jason holding a bag of food.

“Heyyy Jayyy…”

“Jay?” His brow furrowed with confusion as his eyes darted towards the evidence he had compiled on the arms dealers. “Are you seriously trying to sabotage my case?”

“What?! No! I swear!” You made your way to him.

“Get the fuck out. Now.”

“Jason, I just –”

“NOW”

You scrambled out the door before he further lost his temper. Thankfully, you took enough pictures of his notes to determine the gangs next move on your own. After sprawling out the information in a similar fashion, you combed over the data until the puzzle pieces began to fit together.

“HA!” You exclaimed…to absolutely no one at all, as a pattern in their shipments seemed to develop. Two days. The next one is in two days and I bet this idiot is trying to go there by himself.

You spent the next two days scoping out the warehouse and avoiding Jason, who seemed to be doing the same thing. Delivery day had finally arrived. You sat perched on a nearby rooftop. Though you were watching the trucks pulled into the warehouse, your eyes kept drifting to Jason’s hiding spot. You didn’t want to impede whatever he was doing, but at the same time the thugs needed to be stopped and he needed to not get hurt in the process.

Moments later, it seemed you jinxed the unsuspecting P.I., as two dealers were moving quickly in his direction. Fuck. You leapt down from your hiding spot and ran to his side.

As you came into his line of vision he harshly mouthed, “Seriously?!”

Ignoring his frustration, you shoved him further into the bushes and stood up, making yourself even more visible to approaching men.

“Y/H/N IS HERE!” You heard one of them shout as you raced towards them, giving them no time to take aim. Once the two men were down you shot a glare in Jason’s general direction, a warning to stay hidden…one he did not heed.

Making your way into the warehouse, you counted 10 more bodies, all of which were armed and waiting for you.

“Boys, boys. Can’t we settle this like adults?” You were just trying to buy yourself time to think of a plan. A plan that preferably didn’t involve 10 guns pointed in your direction. As the scenarios played in your mind and nonsensical sarcasm flowed from your mouth. It was interrupted by an explosion on the other side of the warehouse. This distraction allowed you to take out the nearby thugs and race to cover.

Scanning the room, you created a plan, a plan that was almost instantly destroyed as you watch Jason Todd vault over a case of guns and punch one of the remaining arms dealers square in the face. Fuck. You took out two more as you sprinted towards Jason.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“That you would’ve been dead without me.”

You glared at him, he was clearly blissfully unaware that he was about to be shot moments ago.

“Likewise Jaybird.”

His face recoiled at the nickname, “Seriously, do I know you?”

You shrugged and bounded towards the last of the men. As they fell to the floor you turned back to Jason and gave a dramatic bow. Just as you ascended your world went black and the vague sound of a gunshot echoed in the background.

Jason chuckled to himself as you took your well-deserved bow. Maybe they aren’t as bad as I thought. A blurred figure appeared in the corner of his vision, headed directly for you. As he pulled the gun from his waistband, he began to shout “Y/H/N!” Too little too late, you were on the floor in an instant. Before the man could take another step, Jason shot. He raced to your side, elevating your head in his lap.

“Y/H/N?” He waited for a response. Nothing. “Fuck this.” He tore off your helmet-esque mask so he could further evaluate the damage. “Y/N?” No no no…Jason ripped his phone from his pocket and dialed Dick.

“Dick. It’s Y/N. Y/H/N is Y/N. She’s hurt bad.” Jason rattled off his location and hung up the phone without waiting on a response.

“Y/N…why?”

Your eyes fluttered as your mind faded in and out of consciousness. Was your mask gone? How did Jay know? “Couldn’t…hurt…my little Jaybird…”

You woke up in an unfamiliar and secluded room. Where the fuck… You slowly rose and took in your surroundings. They didn’t seem threatening. Just as you were attempting to stand, that ever-familiar face walked in the room. Jason leapt towards you and put a firm hand on your knee, preventing you from moving.

“Not uh. Doctor said no standing.”

“Doctor?” You memory was still a bit hazy. “Why…what happened?”

“Y/N/N, you were hurt…there was one you didn’t see.”

Your eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. You were here, in a hospital gown…“How many know?”

“That’s what you’re worried about, seriously?!” Jason threw up his hands in exasperation. “God, I know we haven’t been as close lately, but how could you not tell me?”

“Jason, how many?”

Jason let out a sigh, “Just me and Dick.”

A breath of relief left your chest, “I couldn’t put you in danger. And I don’t think you would have approved.”

“I could’ve helped.” Jason seemed disappointed that you hadn’t entrusted him with this secret.

“Jay, the only time we talk anymore is when someone decides to throw some fundraiser that we both are obligated to attend. When did you even expect me to tell you? Look at the shoes on that one, oh by the way I’m Y/H/N?”

Jason shied away, remembering why he distanced himself from you. “I love you” he mumbled into the wall. You were sure you’d heard him incorrectly.

“I’m pretty sure I’m still concussed, so you are going to have to speak up.”

His head whipped around and he marched towards you, taking your hands. “I fucking love you. And when I pulled that mask off and saw you lifeless in my arms I lost it.”

“I –” You began but were genuinely lost for words. You stared at him trying to confirm that you were indeed awake and this wasn’t some comatose dream. Jason, however, searched your eyes for a response. “You stopped talking to me though…” You finally managed.

“I didn’t think you would want me.”

Your face contorted with confusion as you rapidly blinked in his direction. “Seriously, Jay?” He looked down and fiddled with your fingers. You pulled one of your hands from his grasp and laid it on his face. “You’re an idiot.” Drawing his face towards your own you pressed a kiss to his lips before resting your head on his shoulder. As you began to drift back into a medicated sleep you mumbled out, “My little Jaybird.”

Jason turned and stared at your now sleeping form on his shoulder. He left a gentle kiss on your forehead and gently placed you back on the bed.

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xtrashmammalstefx · 4 years

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Mad The Swine (Ben! Roger Taylor x Reader)

Part 10 of The Queen Repertoire

WARNINGS: Smut, language

Notes: Sorry this took a little longer than usual. It took me a while to come up with an idea for this one. hehe. Hopefully it was worth it. Enjoy!

I was sitting under the shade of tree outside my uni one day. I'd just gotten out of class and had been chewed out by my professor for coming up with 'ridiculous designs' and that I should be 'looking up' to her for inspiration. The woman couldn't even design a sock if her life depended on it. So I was irate and just wanted to relax while burying myself in a good book beneath my favorite tree.

I was a couple pages in when I felt eyes start to burn holes in my body. “Take a photo it'll last longer,” I said annoyed. I looked up and found one of my classmates, a shy golden-skinned lad who always kept to himself, staring at me almost mesmerized.

“Oh sorry,” he said awkwardly. “I was just admiring your shawl. It's very beautiful and intricate.”

“Oh, uh, thank you,” I said feeling my cheeks grow warm. “Farrokh right?”

He flinched. “I prefer Freddie, darling.”

“Oh sorry,” I said. “I'm Y/N.”

“I know,” he said. “I've seen you in class. So where did you buy that, if you don't mind me asking?”

“I made it,” I said proudly. My mum was a seamstress and had taught me to sew at an early age. Eventually I grew bored with sewing the same old outfits my neighbor's would don and started experimenting...I never stopped. The shawl I wore then was rainbow colored and when brought together around the front showed the image of a man and woman in a...sensual embrace. Yeah I had no shame and I actually considered it to be my finest work.

Freddie looked at me stunned. “Really?” he looked back down at it. “Well then I must say your talent is absolutely wasted here, love.”

“Our professor doesn't seem to think so,” I said still irate at the witch.

“Our professor is a bitch who couldn't even design a wank sock,” he said.

I laughed. “I couldn't agree more.”

“Good, now what would you say if I could get you out of here and got you a job dressing an aspiring band who will one day take the world by the balls and never let go?” I arched an eyebrow at him.

“I'd say if you are capable of such magic then please, by all means,” I said thinking he couldn't really do such a thing. He then held his hand out to me. “What? Really?”

He smiled. “Why would I ever lie to you, my dear?”

I don't know why but I truly believed in Freddie. And so I packed up my book and place my hand in his. He helped me up and I followed him.

He took me to this lecture room at Imperial College where three lads were gathered up front, more than ready to play their instruments.

“You're late,” said the tall lanky lad who held a red guitar.

“Sorry about that darling,” Freddie said. “I was caught up hiring our new head of wardrobe.” He motioned at me.

“Um hi,” I muttered.

“Lads this is Y/N,” Freddie introduced me. “Y/N this is Deaky, Brian, and...”

The blonde haired lad darted over to me before he could finish. “Roger,” he said bringing my hand to his lips. “Roger Meddows Taylor. It's lovely to meet you―Aaand there's a couple fucking on your chest.”

He ogled my shawl.

“Yes, I know,” I said taking back my hand. “And it's nice to meet you too.”

“You'll having to forgive Roger,” Freddie said. “His poor eyesight has made his other senses strong but has done nothing for his maturity.”

“You're one to talk Fred,” Roger scoffed at him. “At least I've outgrown my bubble bath phase.”

“Darling the love of bubble baths has no age limit,” Freddie argued.

“In that we agree,” I said. “Now if I am to dress you lot there's something I'm going to need to do first.”

“What's that?” Brian asked. I dug out my measuring tape which I carried with me at all times in my bag.

“I'm going to need your measurements,” I said holding the measuring tape up. “So, who's first?”

Freddie volunteered to go first and proceeded to stand before me wearing nothing but his underwear. I took out a notebook and pen and got to work.

I measured him, Brian, and Deaky. With each I made sure to tell them when the time came to measure their legs the same thing. “Sorry if my knuckles brush your bollocks.”

They told me it was fine, that it was all a part of the process. When Roger's turn came he stood in front of me. I measured his arms, back, chest, shoulders, and saved the legs for last.

“Sorry if my―.”

“No need to apologize,” he said. “Quite the contrary I should be the one apologizing in case I get hard accidentally.”

I looked up at him incredulously.

“I'm only joking,” he laughed.

“Roger I swear to god if I see anything rise in your knickers I will personally break it in half and shove it up your own ass,” Freddie threatened. “Y/N is a part of our family now and must be respected as such.”

I felt my face warm up. “Thanks Freddie.”

I finished up with the measurements and shoved my tools and notebook in my bag. Eventually we all decided that school would have to take a backseat to the music. We all left and the lads recorded a couple. They eventually were scheduled to play gig after gig all around the country, and the world. One show in particular was at The Rainbow and Jesus were they excited.

I immediately got to work making outfits for the shows. They were a perfect mix of simple but loud. I had just finished putting the final touches on Roger's vest when there was a knock on my door.

I answered it and found Roger. “Oh hey, um, did you need something?”

“Fred's just sent me to check on things,” he said. Funny thing is though, I'd spoken to Freddie on the phone not thirty minutes earlier, and he said nothing about sending someone to check on the costumes.

“Oh well come in,” I said standing aside.

He stepped inside but looked at me suspiciously. “You're nice...why are you being nice?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No it's just weird. You're never nice to me,” he said. It's true I may have been kind of bitchy towards him but can you blame me? The twat had done nothing but push my buttons since I met him. Which frustrated me to no end once I found myself feeling something more for the twat.

I even asked Freddie about it earlier.

“Why is it when I'm around you, Bri, and Deaky I'm fine but then Roger opens his gob and..”

“And you can't help but feel your heart race and you're only thoughts are of him much to your dismay?” He finished for me.

“Yes...”

“Darling, I hate to break it to you but you're kind of in love with him,” Freddie said.

“WHAT?” I choked out. “No...no...I can't be...”

“And why not?”

“Because he's an idiot!” I snapped. “Look there's got to be something you could do to help me. Separate us, get in between us when you see him getting close...”

“Darling don't worry your pretty little head,” Freddie said. “I'll take care of it.”

We hung up soon after and I can't help but think that Roger's surprise visit was somehow Freddie's doing; his way of either being my fairy god mother again or an evil genius.

“I'm just tired is all,” I said to Roger. “I've been working all day putting finishing touches to the outfits. See for yourself.” I motioned at the mannequins donning their Rainbow attire.

Roger walked over to it and started scrutinizing it. “Bloody hell, Y/N, you've really outdone yourself.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. I went ahead and started describing (babbling) the different parts of the outfits and Roger listened, smiling. Then when I reached Deaky's outfit things changed. “I went with a bit of a tighter trouser for Deaky to show off that smashing ass.”

This caused Roger to tense up and snap his head in my direction. “Y-You think his ass is smashing?”

“Well I am a woman of sound mind,” I said. “Why?”

“Oh,” he shook his head. “No reason.”

I crossed my arms and stared at him. “Roger Taylor, are you jealous?”

“What? No...I...”

“You are!” I laughed. “You're bloody jealous!”

“As I fucking should be!” he snapped at me.

“Why? Why on Earth should you be―.” He cut me off by crashing his lips to mine.

I was stunned for only a moment. Something stirred in me at the feel of his warm lips molding to mine, and I couldn't for life of me ignore it anymore. So I kissed back tangling my fingers in his dirty blonde hair.

He kissed me hungrily, enjoying every minute of it. After a while I pulled back breathless. “What the bloody hell took you so long?”

“I didn't think you thought of me as anything more than a twat,” he said.

“You are a twat,” I said before reaching up to peck him on the lips. “But you're also sweet, funny, and I can't for the life of me stop thinking about you.”

He smiled and brought his lips back to mine, and not even a minute later he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. He carried me to the sofa and laid me down. He hovered above me for a moment before leaning in and connecting his lips to the skin of my neck.

He kissed me there while we got each other out of our clothes. Once we were fully exposed to one another Roger took in the sight of my body. Being a little self conscious I reflexively reach up to cover my breasts. Roger catches my arms though and gently tugs them away. “You don't have to do that, love,” he muttered. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, and I honestly can't wait to spend my life worshiping you and loving you.”

He then brought his mouth to my breasts. After kissing them and toying with my nipples (with his tongue) he started to kiss a trail down, stopping at my heat. He licked his lips hungrily and brought his mouth to my core. I screamed and writhed as he kissed and sucked at my clit. “FUCKING CHRIST ROGER!” He laughed but continued to eat me out. “F-Fuck I thought your mouth was only good for singing a-and kissing!”

He chuckled and peered up at me. “You underestimated my power, love.” He said almost menacingly. “Now I'm afraid I'll have to punish you and make sure you never underestimate me again.”

He continued kissing and sucking at my clit until my spine tensed up. “FUCK!” My orgasm washed over me and my body trembled as he crawled back up to kiss me on the mouth, my juices covering his lips. After he let me taste myself he reached down and placed his length at my entrance.

“I love you so much, Roger,” I said. He looked down at me and smiled.

“I love you too,” he said just before he pushed himself in. This time we were both making noise. “God―Fuck! You feel brilliant, love.”

I wrapped my arms and he kissed me as he started to move. He started slow and gentle at first, trying to me sensual and romantic about it, but when he realized it was bugging me to no end he picked up the pace. 'Course it helped that I groaned: “Jesus Roger, you're putting me to sleep, are you really going to just hump me like this? Because honestly it makes you look like an extremely boring shag!”

This set him off!

“BORING? ARE YOU JOKING?!” He pushed into me HARD! “I'LL SHOW YOU BORING!”

He moved faster and harder after that. The room was filled with the chorus of moans and slaps as he thrust into me hard. A whole new wave of pleasure began to wash over me. “R-ROGER!” My body tensed up and I clung to him as I tightened around his length.

Roger smirked. “Who's boring now?”

Suddenly while I was still coming down from my high, his brow furrowed and his thrusts became sloppy. He moaned, and thrust until...

“GOD FUCK! FUCK!” He twitched inside me and filled me up. He buried his face in the crook of my neck while he came down from his high. He pecked me on the cheek and on the lips.

“Will you still love me in the morning?” I whispered.

“Forever and ever babe,” he whispered back.

On the morning of the Rainbow we met up with the others at Brian and Roger's shared flat. Freddie, Bri, and Deaky immediately noticed the love between us. They said nothing but I could've sworn I saw Brian slip a 20 quid into Deaky's hand, annoyed. Freddie just smiled at us, and I wasted no time in confronting the cheeky frontman.

“Take care of it eh?” I smirked.

“And take care of it I did,” he said proudly. “I never said anything about keeping you too apart.”

I sighed and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you Freddie,” I whispered pecking him on the cheek.

“Anything for you, darling,” he said hugging me back.

“Ahem,” Roger cleared his throat beside us. I pulled back slightly but kept my arms around Freddie. “Is there something I should know?”

“Fuck off!,” Freddie and I said at the same time.

“It's friendship lovey's time,” I said snuggling into Freddie.

“Besides if you want to talk technicalities I did see her first, darling,” Freddie said.

Roger just pouted.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine put on a hell of a show tonight and I will reward you later.” I winked at him. Roger perked up at that.

In the end they did put on a hell of a show, one that I believed was going to be talked about for years to come. I stood on the side of the stage and watched my fairy god mother shine.

The audience raised their hands and reached towards him in praise. It was as though for them, he was God. The savior of all. Then again that's exactly what he is.

I brought my hands to my lips and then threw them outward sending a kiss to Freddie just as he turned in my direction with his half mike. He blushed and blew a kiss back at me. I then peered over at Roger and smiled. He peered over at me, still drumming like his life depended on it.

“I love you,” I mouthed. He winked in my direction and continued to play.

Meanwhile I turned and continued to worship the man walking about the stage, shining in his glory.

So all you people gather around Hold out your hands and praise the lord Hands and praise the lord

We all praised the lord that night, as we would for the rest of our lives. To this day Roger and I thank Freddie for helping us find each other. My one and only fairy god mother.

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Falling For You

Description: Shawn Mendes x Reader (Female) | You are the lifelong best friend of Shawn Mendes. You have both loved The 1975 for years and when you attend the Brit Awards with Shawn, Matty Healy reveals some new information to you. When you and Shawn attend their concert later on in the year your wildest dreams come true.

Thank you so much for requesting this @lololovestaylor! I adored writing this! x

Word Count: 16.2k

Warnings: Catcalling

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Being away from someone is hard. It’s hard when you haven’t seen them for a few days or even a week. But you suffered from that particular type of pain more than most people. And you had been for suffering for years.

Since the age of 15 you had been separated from your best friend and despite wishing him all the luck in the world, it broke you every time he left. The moments together were spent messing around and you never leaving his side.

Shawn has been your best friend since you could remember. You were born on the same day and you’d grown up together. Going to the same schools and you were by his side almost every step of the way of him becoming the famous Shawn Mendes.

You had been there through it all. You were the one who told Shawn to put his covers on YouTube and were there to help him edit the videos when he needed it.

You were there when he got signed and you were there when everything became a little too much for him and he needed a reminder of home. You were his home. And he was yours.

You missed your best friend like crazy and you wished you spoke more whilst he was away. You were always hesitant to message him though.

You knew he was either busy, on stage or tired and you didn’t want to interrupt his schedule. So, whilst he was away you took a back seat and let Shawn control things.

You’d let him call you and you’d stay up till the silly hours of the morning chatting to him when he needed to get his emotions out. You even got excited when it was just a quick 2-minute call to check in.

Anytime his name flashed up on your screen you loved it because it was a piece of your best friend coming back to you. You called or texted him on occasion but only when you desperately needed him.

One of those times was when one of your favourite band released tickets in Toronto and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting the both of you tickets. It was 9am and you knew Shawn had got back to his apartment really early that morning, but you didn’t care.

You’d just got the both of you tickets to see The 1975 on June 3rd and you were so excited. You hadn’t been to a concert in ages.

The last time you saw Shawn live was when he brought you to the shows that he did in Toronto for the Illuminate tour. You had only been to one other concert after that and it wasn’t as good as Shawn’s.

However, you had been obsessed with The 1975 ever since Shawn made you listen to their first album, just after Shawn had gotten big. You remembered the day like it was yesterday.

You had been listening to Stitches on the radio sat in Shawn’s bedroom and you’d been grinning at him the whole time whilst singing along. You’d re-enacted the music video by faking a punch to the face and you fell on his bed whilst screaming along to the lyrics.

By the end you and Shawn were both in fits of giggles and your head was lay in his lap. You were out of breath and were focused on getting your breathing back under control, staring at his ceiling.

You felt Shawn rest his hand on your hair and twirl it around his fingers and you zoned out for a moment. A few seconds later though Shawn interrupted your peace and said “Y/N, please tell me you have listened to this song?”

You tuned back into reality and heard an upbeat song playing on the radio. You listened for a moment as the lyrics bounced around the room.

“And she said use your hands and my spare time. We’ve got one thing in common, it’s this tongue of mine. She said oh. She’s got a boyfriend anyway”

You sat up, getting off Shawn and your hair fell out of his fingers as you turned towards him and said “Never heard it in my life Mendes”

“Oh my god, listen to it please” Shawn said putting a finger over his lips instructing you to be quiet.

You smiled at him and did as you were asked and carried on listening. You heard the lyric “she’s got a boyfriend anyway” a few times and smirked at Shawn.

You said “I think she’s got a boyfriend” with a cheeky grin on your face.

“Shut the fuck upppp” Shawn groaned and poked you in your side causing you to giggle.

You lent your head on his shoulder and carried on listening to the song. Or to be more specific you listened to Shawn sing along to the song. “And now we’re on the bed in my room...”

You happily listened to him sing along to the song and the more you listened the more you found yourself enjoying it. You started tapping along to the beat and found yourself getting into the song.

You wanted to know the lyrics, you wanted to sing along. Shawn sang the lyric “If we’re gunna do anything we might as well just fuck”

Your eyes widened and your head snapped towards him. His eyes met yours and you gasped “That was too vulgar to come out of your mouth Shawnie”

You pushed his shoulder and let out a laugh at the face he was pulling at you. “I’ve had sex you idiot” He said pushing you back.

“Tell me about it, you’ve brought it up once or twice” You rolled your eyes. When it happened, he told you everything. Literally everything. And you were happy for him, but you didn’t really want to know.

The last few months you started to imagine a life with Shawn, like every teenage girl did with a crush. A life with his as more than your best friend, but you would never, ever compromise what you had with him.

And that’s what Shawn stayed as. Your best friend who you told absolutely everything to. After that day you both found yourself listening to The 1975’s first album a lot.

His Mom would always complain that we needed to mix it up a bit because it was the same songs on repeat. That and she didn’t like the language the song used.

It was definitely no surprise to you that there was little to no swearing on Shawn’s first album. But you loved each and every song anyway.

As a teen you quickly fell in love with all of the boys in the 1975 and because you were a basic bitch, Matty was obviously your favourite. Before Shawn went on tour for the first time, he would hear about how you would let any member of the band do whatever they wanted to you.

Yes, you were a horny teen and no, you didn’t care. And neither did Shawn really. He found it quite funny at times. He would joke about how you needed to get laid and you would play it off as if you didn’t want Shawn to ‘satisfy your needs’ as he put it.

There was a horrendous about of banter between the two of you and it was really no wonder that your crush developed. The cutest, most talented brunette boy in Canada was your age and your best friend.

Needless to say, when you secured your tickets to The 1975’s show at the Budweiser Stage you called Shawn immediately. You didn’t for a second think he was going to answer which is why you got dressed and started to make your way over to his apartment.

The late nights and early mornings really didn’t agree with your best friend and you knew that very well. There were mornings when you both had to be up for ice hockey and you’d accidentally fell asleep at his or the other way round, and you had to drag him there half dead.

Clearly, with Shawn touring he was even more tired. Usually you felt bad for him, so you let him rest but today was not one of those days.

You didn’t even get annoyed when people bumped into you on the hectic sidewalk, you just kept your destination in mind. You were about to see your best friend in person for the first time in 4 months and give him the best news.

The chilly November breeze didn’t even phase you. You were too excited to let anything get you down.

You made your way up to his apartment, remembering how you had to heave his boxes up the stairs because the lift was broken when he moved in. It was a funny day but by the end you were both knackered and fell asleep with a half-eaten pizza in front of you.

You banged loudly on his door and hoped he would get up and let you in. After a minute of constant banging on his door you heard your phone go off.

Use your key you psycho

You rolled your eyes and quickly unlocked his door. You loved how he knew it was you. Nothing has changed at all.

You push the door open and slam it shut behind you, in hopes to wake him up a bit more. You also kicked your shoes off as you know you’ll end up sat on his bed.

“Shawn” You shouted bursting through his bedroom door.

“Y/N” He groaned rolling over to face you. You can see in the dark room that Shawn’s lay on his bed with nothing but his black Calvin’s on.

He opened his arms out to you and you fell into them. You felt his arms wrap around you and you hugged him tightly. “I’ve missed you Mendes” You murmur into his ear.

“I’ve missed you too” Shawn said hugging you the tiniest bit tighter. After a second, he rolled you over, so you were lay down next to him. You let out a squeal as you did so which caused Shawn to laugh.

Once he let you go you both lay there for a second just enjoying each other’s physical company again.

“Didn’t know you were still doing your photo shoot Mendes” You said pulling on the waist band of his underwear and letting it slap back onto his skin.

“That. Hurt.” Shawn said almost pushing you off the bed.

“Oh shut up you model” You poked his side. He’d sent you the pictures that they had taken from him last month and you couldn’t stop laughing. After the initial shock obviously.

“I’m not a model Y/N” Shawn said with a moody look on his face.

“Oh yeah because you haven’t just modelled for the biggest underwear brand in the world” You joked. Shawn have you a look and you just could get the smile off your face.

“You’re going to break the fucking internet when they release them Shawn” You tell him, and he waves you off. It was nice to see that he was still down to earth despite nearly every household in the world knowing who he was.

Shawn let out a breath and closed his eyes again. You watched as he pretty much fell back to sleep before you slapped his chest.

“Y/N please just let me sleep” Shawn groaned, pleading with his eyes.

“Nooooo” You whined. “I have news” You smiled.

“No. No news until I’ve had another few hours of sleep” Shawn said throwing the duvet over you.

“But Shaw...” You started but he shut you up. He put a hand over your mouth and looked into your eyes.

“No Y/N. Let’s just sleep. Like we used to” He said, and you didn’t argue. You knew he must be really tired because he was never usually like this.

You fell asleep with the memory of all the times in the past when you’d fallen asleep with your best friend beside you. You really did miss having him with you and you were glad he was back.

You woke up 3 hours later. You were on the verge of sweating. You were dressed in your Youth hoodie that Shawn gave you ages ago and skinny jeans. The duvet was also over you and so was Shawn’s tattooed arm.

You lay there for a moment getting your brain back into gear. You hadn’t realised how tired you were. Getting the tickets must have really woken you up.

You shuffled out of bed quickly and threw the curtains open. The light that entered the room was blinding and by the hiss that Shawn let out, you would have guessed that he was a vampire and the light was burning him.

You laughed as you walked towards the bathroom and watched him writhe in pain. He let out obscene profanities and threw a pillow at you when you shouted “Get up, I have news”

You just dodged the pillow as you slipped into the bathroom and let out a laugh. You found your toothbrush in the pot where you left it last and got the rotten taste out of your mouth.

Shawn came in a minute later in and moved you out of the way so he could do the same. His hair was a complete mess. It reminded you of the time that he hadn’t brushed it in a week, but now it was longer, so it was worse.

You finished up quickly and watched as sleepy Shawn slowly came back to life because you said “Right, I have news. Meet me in the lounge”

“Are you okay?” Shawn asked with a mouthful of toothpaste. He was looking at you with worry through the mirror.

Your eyes connected with his brown ones and you smiled “I’m wonderful”. After you slipped out of the room you shout “Get dressed”

You rested yourself on Shawn’s comfy corner sofa and ordered the both of you some food. You really didn’t want to go outside again. It was also getting cold out now and you regretted not bringing a coat with you. Then again you weren’t planning to leave for at least a few days.

It always happened when Shawn got back. You would come round and he usually wouldn’t let you leave unless it was to join him at his parents’ house. You obviously didn’t complain, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could whilst he was back.

Shawn came out a few minutes later and joined you on the sofa. “I’ve ordered us food” You smiled down at him as he lay his head in your lap.

You ruffled your hand through his hair and saw his face brighten up. You laughed hearing his stomach rumble and he asked, “What we havin’?”

“McDonalds because its quick and easy” You said before slapping his forehead.

“Ugh I hate you” Shawn said keeping his eyes closed, in hopes that you wouldn’t continue your assault.

“You love me, and you know it” You laughed. “Now wake up. I have news” You said watching as he sat up properly next to you.

“What is it?” Shawn asked, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach.

You grinned at him knowing just how excited he was going to be. You seemed to leave it too long though because Shawn said “Tell me, you’re scaring me Y/N”

You started laughing and said “okay, okay… I got us standing tickets to The 1975” You tried not to freak out but you failed and started squealing seeing Shawn’s face beam.

“Really?” Shawn asked, running a hand through his curls

“Yeah, I got them this morning, I’m sooooo excited!” You practically yelled; You were that excited.

“Oh my god, Y/N I’m so excited! When is it?” Shawn asked you, hugging you tightly.

“June 3rd, please please please tell me you aren’t touring Shawn” You said, and Shawn’s eyes widened. You felt him go still and you knew what that meant.

You pulled back from him and said, “You are, aren’t you?” Shawn watched your face fall and his chest hurt. He hated that he was never around to do the stuff that you both used to do.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Shawn said running a hand through his hair. He felt so bad and watched as you tried to hide your disappointment with one of your bright smiles. He knew you too well though.

“It fine, don’t worry. I can just sell them on closer to the time and become just as rich as you” You laughed.

You were disappointed but in no way would you make Shawn feel guilty for doing what he loved. You would never ever come in between him and his career.

“I’m really sorry Y/N/N” Shawn said again, and he looked upset.

“Hey Shawn” You said resting a hand on his leg. He looked up at you and said “It’s honestly fine, you can just watch a chick flick with me to make up for it”

You stuck your tongue out at him and cheered him up until a knock on the door interrupted you. You said “I’ll grab it, you get blankets ready for the film”

Shawn nodded giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Shawn got his phone out and sent Andrew a quick text that said Please call me

You came back over with the food and Shawn got up to get the blankets. He wonders off into the other room when you hear his phone start to call next to you.

You pick it up off the sofa and see Andrews name flash up on the screen. You walk into his bedroom and saw Shawn grabbing a few blankets from inside his wardrobe.

“It’s Andrew” You say holding his phone out to him.

“Trade?” Shawn asked handing you the blankets in exchange for his phone.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be all yours” Shawn says, and you smile back.

“Better had be” You joke as he answers the phone and you hear him giggle as you leave the room.

Shawn did indeed join you 5 minutes later and you both quickly devoured your food. You ended up putting To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before on and fell in love with Noah Centineo.

“Didn’t you do the Calvin shoot with him” You questioned, and Shawn nodded.

You chatted about that for a while and once the film finished you Shawn chose the next one. He elected to put on The Conjuring which you weren’t impressed about.

You hated ghosts and Shawn knew you did. You spent the whole of the film hiding into Shawn’s side because you just didn’t want to watch.

“You’re so lame” Shawn said as you jumped again.

“You’re a fucking idiot because you won’t be sleeping when I take up half your bed because I’m too scared to sleep in my own room” You said slapping his solid arm.

Shawn shook his head at you until his phone went off again. “You’re too popular for your own good” You said, and you watched Shawn smile at his phone and type a reply back to whoever it was.

“What?” Shawn asked, obviously not paying attention to you.

“Nothing” You laughed and diverted you attention to the film again.

A minute later Shawn said “I have some good news”

You looked round at him and asked “Ooo what is it?”

“We are going to The 1975 after all” Shawn told you and you looked at him confused.

“Erm no we’re not, you have a tour to do” You told him eating another biscuit and trying not to be scared of the TV.

“I changed the tour dates; Andrew approves so we’re going” He tells you and you looked back at him with your mouth ajar.

You jump on your best friend and give him the tightest hug in the world. “I can’t believe you! Why would you do that!” You shouted down his ear but still have your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Because. I wanna go to a concert with you again and I need a break in-between Europe and the rest of the world anyway” Shawn told you gripping onto you tightly. He’d missed you so much.

“But what about the fans?” You ask once his grip on you loosened. You looked into his eyes and saw the joy in them, and he saw your Y/E/C eyes beam with excitement.

“Tickets aren’t on sale yet, just changed the dates” He said trying to hold back a grin.

“Ahhhh Shawnnn” You squealed. “I’m sooooo excited” You said hugging him again. Shawn wrapped an arm around you again and he could feel you buzzing with energy.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Shawn had told his Mom the wrong date he was home, so you had the whole day together with no interruptions. You were just about to go into Shawn’s spare room (which was practically your room) when he said “You know earlier on when you told me you had news, I genuinely thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant”

Your eyes widened in shock, but you decided to joke around with it. “Oh my god Shawn how did you know?” You said, clearly joking.

Shawn grinned at you from the door that led into his room “Very funny”

“No Shawn, I’m serious it’s your baby” You said rubbing a hand over your stomach. You couldn’t help yourself from starting to laugh and neither could Shawn.

After a while your laughter died down and Shawn said “Honestly though, I thought you were going to tell me that you and Jake were expecting”

You smiled at the ground and shook your head “Nah, me and Jake went our separate ways about two months ago”

“What?” You heard Shawn say softly. You just nodded at the ground not finding the heart to look at him.

Shawn was on his festival tour when it happened and the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt any of it. He never asked, so you never told him. You just called him now and again when you needed reminding that you were worth something more than what Jake had ended up making you feel like.

“Yeah” You said quietly as you heard Shawn walk over to you.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” Shawn asked bringing you into a tight hug.

You hugged him back feeling guilty about not telling him in the first place. “I didn’t want to bother you whist you were away” You tell him honestly. He was your best friend; he knew when you were lying so there was no point in doing so.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend it’s what I’m here for. You call me whenever you need me” Shawn told you comfortingly but soothingly at the same time.

“You were there for me. I listened to Treat You Better on repeat for like a week and cried my feelings away” You joked but there was truth to your statement. You did cry listening to it a few times.

“Y/N, your making me feel so bad right now” Shawn said hugging you tighter. Your grip on his top tightened probably leaving a wrinkle in it but at this moment you doubted he cared.

“I’m sorry, I hate to bother you when you’re away, you’re always really stressed and busy and the last thing I wanna do is add to that by you having to talk to me” You said into his shoulder.

Shawn’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him the most. You both stayed silent for a few minutes just in each other comforting embrace.

When Shawn let you go you saw that he was having one of his inner conflicts and you were about to say something, but he got there first. “You ever need me Y/N and I mean ever, no matter the time, you call me, and I will be there” He said in a stern voice.

You knew he wasn’t joking and so you nodded your head. “Promise me Y/N?” Shawn more told you than asked.

You nodded again “I promise” and gave him another hug. After another minute you both said goodnight to each other. It had been a long day of you both doing nothing but you both knew that you needed your rest for tomorrow.

A day when Shawn came home was hectic for everyone involved. Karen loved to spoil Shawn when he came home and because you were rarely apart it ended up in you being spoiled as well.

On the odd occasion you would go around to see Aaliyah and Karen would even spoil you then. You felt she was your Mom at times in the past because you were there that often. When you went round though you also felt like when you were somehow closer to Shawn when his family were around you.

You remember the last time you were there, which was just after you split up with Jake, you walked past Shawn room on the way into Aaliyah’s and the wave of loneliness hit you. It was like you had lost a piece of yourself and someone just reminded you that it was gone.

Once Aaliyah had shown you the stuff that she had bought and got you to help her, you gave yourself a few minutes break. You slowly opened Shawn’s bedroom door and took a step in.

It was exactly like he left it, but tidy. His guitars scattered around the room and his bed freshly made. The last time you were in this room you’d both fallen asleep watching music videos and woken up the next morning to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes. Needless to say, you had both raced downstairs and ate as much as you could.

You’d been sat on Shawn’s bed for a minute and you hugged his shitty guitar pillow that you’d bought him years ago to your chest. You really missed him, and you’d only just realised how much.

The next thing you knew Karen knocked lightly on the door and snapped you out of your memories. You smiled up at her and you remembered that she came in the room and joined you.

You remember both letting a few tears fall at the memories you were telling each other about. You ended up hugging her when she told you that she thought of you like part of the family and she let it slip that it when Shawn was away, she felt like she’d lost two kids instead of one.

When you got home that night you remember having a good cry and letting your emotions loose. That was one of the days where you called Shawn first and he immediately made you feel better.

When you climbed into Shawn’s spare bed you found that sleep definitely wasn’t going to come easily. You felt so bad for not telling Shawn and everything to do with Jake was spiralling around your head.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed, and you were staring at the ceiling hoping boredom would send you to sleep. That didn’t happen though.

What did happen was you jumping out of your skin when the door handle rattled. You stared at the door as it began to open, and your heart started thudding.

You really needed to stop watching those horror movies because you feared the absolute worst when it was just Shawn. You released the breath that you were holding and said “You just scared the shit out of me”

You heard him laugh as he closed the door behind him and got under the covers with you. “You scared me so much” You said beginning to calm down.

“Really?” Shawn asked and you nodded. You took ahold of his wrist and placed his hand over your chest so he could feel your beating heart.

“Jesus, you are a wimp” Shawn laughed, and you did too.

“What you doing here anyway Mendes? Scared of the dark?” You asked playfully before returning your gaze to the ceiling.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep” Shawn told you whilst shuffling about, you assumed to get himself comfortable.

“Same” You whispered. After that you lay there in silence for a few more minutes until Shawn cautiously asked, “What happened Y/N?”

You let out a breath and started to divulge in the story. As you did so you just stared at the ceiling and let the words escape from your lips.

You told him about how Jake slowly started becoming more distant and more abrupt with you. He was always joking around but he’d started doing that with everyone but you.

You told him how it got worse and you were always arguing and then it turned out that he’d been cheating. You don’t know when the tear fell down your face, but you assumed Shawn saw it because he took ahold of your hand and intertwined your fingers.

You clung onto the small comfort it gave you as you finished off the story. It wasn’t nice to relive because you were with Jake for almost a year but saying it out loud gave you more closure somehow.

Shawn listened silently and tried to keep his anger at bay for your sake. He was so protective over you that it took a lot for him to accept Jake in the first place.

Now he didn’t think he would trust anyone again with your feelings. You didn’t deserve to be crying in bed over an asshole. You deserved the world.

When your voice cracked when you’d just finished speaking was when Shawn’s heart really broke. He knew it would be easier for you to open up in the dark as if no one was there because you hated talking about yourself. But being with you and hearing your heartbreak broke him.

Shawn let go of your hand and pulled you into him. You buried your face into his chest and let the tears fall. You hated that you were crying over an asshole who didn’t care.

After a few minutes of Shawn holding your shaking body he started to try and make you feel better. Just by him being there and hugging you was doing the trick, but his voice soothed you immensely.

After a few minutes you were calming down and Shawn’s pyjama top was drying up your tears. Shawn has gone onto being funny now and was saying “What is it that Matty Healy says? Get someone you love, get someone you need...”

You started to laugh at Shawn’s lame excuse of a joke. Shawn smiled upon hearing your laughter and he joined in.

“Come on, carry it on” Shawn said.

“Fuck that get money” You croaked out and you cringed because it definitely sounded awful.

“That’s it” Shawn laughed and before you knew it, you’d fallen asleep in his arms.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The beginning of February was cold to say the least. You were back to missing Shawn, but you felt a lot better within yourself.

Despite Shawn having to leave again at the beginning of December, he got you back to a good place. You were at the stage where you no longer cried over Jake.

It had been put to rest; you were at peace with the situation. Whilst Shawn was away you had talked pretty much every day which was nice and something you had to grow used to again.

When he came home for Christmas it was great. Your family went over to the Mendes household on Boxing Day for a big meal and it was awesome.

You were so lucky that your Mom and Karen were best friends. They had given you the greatest best friend in the world and you were beyond thankful that they stayed in touch after August 8th, 1998.

You and Shawn were born on the same day and that’s how they met. You’d literally known Shawn since the day you were born and consequently you were best friends because of it.

As you were walking the busy streets of Toronto you got a call from Shawn and you didn’t hesitate to answer. “Hey, what’s up?” You asked.

“Y/N, you’re coming to England” Shawn said abruptly.

“Erm, I don’t think I am” You laughed beyond confused.

“No, you are, I’ve just put your name down as my plus one for the Brit Awards” Shawn told you and panic started to rise in you.

“Shawn I can’t go to one of those with you, you know what people would say” You didn’t care about actually going, uou weren’t scared about that. You were scared about what people would do.

You didn’t want the media to start trying to ruin anything to do with Shawn’s career. He had a hectic enough life as it was, and he didn’t need people speculating about the both of you.

There was enough speculation when you allowed Shawn to post the annual picture of the both of you on your birthdays. You had loads of the two of you on your own private Instagram which assholes from high school that you had on there would leak to the rest of the public.

“You’re coming and I’m not taking no for an answer. It’s basically just a big concert but we get food” Shawn, told you and you could hear excitement in his voice.

“Shawn...” You trail off.

“Y/N the 1975 are up for two awards, I’m up for one and I think the 1975 are performing... You are coming” Shawn said, and you could practically see his grin.

“Are you sure you want me there?” You asked cautiously.

“Don’t be stupid, of course I do” Shawn tells you. “I’ve been trying to get you to come to one of these with me for years”

“Okay” You say trying not to grin like a mad man whilst walking down the street.

“Awesome, I’m so excited” Shawn said, and you couldn’t wait.

Before you knew it, you were flying to England to meet Shawn. You’d been picked up at the airport by a security guard because Shawn was busy getting his suit adjusted or something.

Not that you minded you couldn’t wait to get to your hotel and sleep. You only got in an hour sleep before Shawn came and bothered you though. He insisted that he take you out and get you a dress considering he was forcing you to go to the Awards with him.

You understood that in his life you had to dress a certain way. If you were completely honest with yourself, you were actually excited to dress up like you were a celebrity. Be a part of Shawn’s life in a slightly different way to what you were used to.

You ended up picking out a black dress that was skin tight, apart from the skirt that flowed down to your mid-thigh. It also had long sleeves that came down to your wrists and you felt like a princess.

You had definitely never dressed in something so expensive, but Shawn insisted that you had to have it. He said you looked beautiful and you let yourself believe him this once.

It did look good on you and you could only imagine that it would look better when you’d had your hair and make-up done. This you were right about because when the stylists came to Shawn’s hotel room on the night, you felt like a completely different person than when they first entered.

They had given you a dark smoky eyeshadow which made your eyes stand out and curled your hair, so it looked beautiful. In the hotel you got a few pictures with Shawn on your phone and you loved them with the whole of your heart.

Shawn seemed to as well because he set the picture to be his home screen on his phone and subsequently you did too. You’d had a really great night with him and nothing had even happened yet.

At the start you felt a bit uncomfortable not really wanting to be in a foreign country on your own, but you also didn’t want to go on the red carpet with Shawn. You didn’t need the speculations to start and you really valued your privacy.

So, you went inside with Andrew and took a seat as you waited at your table for Shawn to return. You were sat a few tables away from the centre stage and Andrew was catching up with you when Shawn arrived. He informed Andrew that the interviews went well and then proceeded to chat to you for the rest of the night.

Shawn watched as you silently freaked out when you spotted The 1975 boys sit down a couple of tables away from you. You were grabbing onto Shawn’s arm and practically shaking him trying to point them out to him.

Shawn was silently freaking out; you could see it in his face. He was your best friend; he couldn’t hide his excitement from you. You, however, didn’t have a reputation to uphold and you could freak out next to your best friend as much as you wanted to whilst they weren’t around.

You did the same thing with practically every famous face that you saw though. As the night went on and you’d eaten your food you had been introduced to a few people that came up to Shawn and you were fairly certain the camera had caught you a few times when it panned around to Shawn.

You tried not to let it get to you though. You enjoyed the night for what it was. The songs were amazing to listen to and you found that the host Jack Whitehall was extremely funny.

Your favourite part of the night was when he came over and took your seat for a few minutes and chatted to Shawn about how he did indeed break the internet with his Calvin Klein shoot. It was the lock screen on his phone and you almost cried with laughter, because of that and you could clearly see the embarrassment on Shawn’s face.

Shawn looked directly at you when you started laughing even more when Jack Whitehall said about “suspicious packages” You could see that Shawn wanted out of the situation very quickly and Jack seemed to pick up on it as well and after that he left him alone.

You did tell him when he signed up to do the shoot though. You genuinely couldn’t believe that your shy as fuck best friend was now a Calvin Klein model.

You and Shawn both later jumped up and applauded when The 1975 won both of their awards. The final one that they won distracted you from your rant about Shawn not winning his award.

Every time you watched an award show you truly believed that if they couldn’t be bothered turning up to claim the award, they didn’t deserve to have it.

And you thought Shawn was the best in the category. Your music taste didn’t have much range. You tended to listen to the same songs on repeat and only occasionally caught the new ones on the radio.

Shawn pleaded with you to shut up about it and that Drake deserved it over him but that was utter bullshit. You were about to tell him that when The 1975 got called again which thankfully distracted you.

Shawn hugged Matty twice on their way past and you really had to restrict your reaction. When they’d walked by though you sent Shawn a shocked face and he just grinned at you and hugged you after they had gone past.

You listened to their speeches and you wanted to cry for them seeing how happy they were. Then before you knew it, they were being announced to perform not 5 minutes later.

Shawn took you by the hand and pulled you up from your seats. He told Andrew that you would both be back, and he manoeuvred you both through the tables.

He took you to a section of the stage where no fans could really see him, but you had a great view. You managed to get there just as they started to sing Sincerity is Scary and you and Shawn both sang along.

You ended up in your ‘concert position’ as you called it. You had always been smaller than Shawn so when you went to concerts with him before he was famous you would stand in front of him.

It was an amazing performance and you were so sad it was just the one song. It made you so beyond excited for June. When it was finished you gave Shawn a hug and thanked him again for bringing you.

The next thing you knew Shawn had led you through some doorways and you were backstage. Your heeled ankle boots echoed through the hallway and when you saw famous faces in front of you, you went shy and quiet.

Matty had embraced Shawn in the third hug of the evening and Shawn congratulated him and then the others. Whilst Shawn was hugging the others Matty’s eyes met yours and you sent a smile his way.

“Shawn, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend” Matty said taking your hand in his. He flashed you a friendly smile before he kissed your hand. “What’s your name love?”

“Y/N” You tell him with a bright smile. “And I’m not, I’m just his best friend” You continue, either you or Shawn had to correct near enough everyone that came over to him about that tonight. Not that you really minded you were fairly certain whoever he invited would have been mistaken for the same thing.

“Congratulations by the way” You say half in panic “And you guys were amazing out there” You said, looking between the boys.

“Not amazing as you look in here” Matty said in his adorable accent. He then proceeded to twirl you around as his hand still had a hold of yours.

You laughed as he did it and said a shy “Thanks”

“Honestly man, you guys were great. We can’t wait to come see you” Shawn said joining you back at your side.

“You’re coming to see us?” Ross asked you nodded.

“Yeah I got us tickets to your Toronto show. I’m pretty excited” You told him and you were taken aback at how dashing he looked. You think your Matty obsession just transferred to Ross.

“Yeah she only came here with me tonight to see you guys” Shawn said smiling down at you. You nodded in agreement and said “Literally”

“Well get in here for a picture then” George said, waving you over to them.

“Nah, it’s alright. You guys have things to do, you don’t want to be taking pictures with me” You said standing slightly closer to Shawn.

Your best friend had other ideas for you though. “Y/N shut up and have your picture taken” He said pushing you towards Matty. “She’s been obsessed with you all since we were like 16” She tells them

You looked back at Shawn and threw a death glare at him and watched as he took his phone out of his pocket. “Fucking hate you Mendes, outing me like this in front of my favourite people on the planet” You seethed you wrapped your arms around Matty and Ross’ backs.

To your right stood Matty, who had just wrapped an arm around your neck, and George by his side. To your left stood Ross, who you could feel just placed his hand on the small of your back, and Adam stood next to him.

“Think you’ve been shot down there mate, you’re not your best friends favourite” Matty chucked and you nodded “True”.

“Shut up Y/N” Shawn said but you reiterated “Take the fucking picture then”

“Don’t act like you’re not loving life right now” Shawn said sending you a knowing look.

You bit your tongue and said a low “Imma fucking kill him”

You heard the band around you laugh and you all stood still as Shawn took your picture. “There you go, a picture you can obsess over till June now Y/N/N” Shawn said putting his phone down.

You broke apart from the boys and said, “Fucking hilarious Shawn, don’t act like we both didn’t jump around your house singing the all of their first album” You nudged him with your elbow and he gave you a dirty look.

Matty still seemed to be interested in your conversation and he said, “So you are pretty big fans then?”

You and Shawn nodded in sync. “Oh yeah, big time” You told him honestly and patted Shawn’s chest “This guy has wanted to get a picture with you for years”

“Mate” Matty said, putting a hand on Shawn’s shoulder “Come here, we all love your music. Why haven’t we had a photo yet?”

Matty takes out his phone and gives it you. “Will you please take our picture please Y/N?” Matty asks politely.

“Sure” You smile and poke your tongue out at Shawn before spinning around to get some distance between yourself and them. You wanted a full body shot of them. You needed this content in your life and you were sure the fans did as well.

You took one of Matty and Shawn together and then took one of the all of them and Shawn once Matty had shouted them over. They were great pictures and you would most definitely drool at them later.

Ross was fucking beautiful in person and Matty was just as flirty as you imagined. Adam and George were just as adorable as you dreamt as well. “Can you please airdrop me these?” You asked Matty as you handed him his phone back.

He did as you asked and airdropped you the photos and just after that you parted ways. You went and got all of your stuff from the tables and headed to the after party so you and Shawn could drink the night away.

You both decided that you would only be having a few glasses of wine at the actual awards and you would save the partying for later. Which you definitely did.

The after party was grand and Shawn make a big effort not to leave your side. The only time you left him was when you needed to get some air and he’d started chatting to Calvin Harris.

You insisted that you were okay to go alone, and Shawn put his jacket around your shoulders. “To keep you warm” Shawn smiles and then turned back to Calvin after again double checking you were okay.

You quickly went and grabbed another drink and then went outside. You didn’t particularly want to stand in the smoking area but that seemed like the fastest option for you to get outside.

You walked out the doors and went over to the far corner and lent against the wall. You welcomed the cold bricks the you could feel through Shawn’s jacket; they instantly brought your temperature back down.

It was just too warm with all the people in the room. Shawn standing with his arm around you all night also gave you the extra body heat you really didn’t want.

Thankfully the people outside seemed to be intrigued by the people around them or their cigarettes. You got your moment alone and you quietly nursed your large white wine.

After a few minutes of you people watching you spotted a few familiar faces. Ross and Matty has just come outside and you smiled at them.

They returned your smile and made their way over to join you. “Shawn finally left you on your own?” Matty asked lighting his cigarette.

You let out a little laugh and shook your head. “It’s just too warm in there, needed a minute outside”

Ross lit his cigarette and then opened the pack towards you to offer you one. “No thanks”

“Are you both as pure as each other?” Matty asked with a chuckle.

You laughed as well and nodded “Pretty much”

You stood chatting to them for a few minutes and Gabriella Brooks, Matty’s girlfriend came and joined you. Matty introduced you and she was lovely.

Even prettier than she was in the pictures that she posted. You all chatted for what seemed for a long time and then Matty blurred out.

“So how long have you been in love with Shawn” Matty asked and you nearly spat your drink out.

“Erm... I not” You nervously laughed. You honestly didn’t. Your crush had been and gone. It died out when you were nearly 17.

You’d had 2 long term boyfriends since then and hadn’t thought about Shawn that way since.

“Well how longs he loved you then? Because he clearly does” Matty stayed taking another drag of his cigarette.

“He definitely doesn’t, not like that anyway. We’re just friends” You say before taking a big gulp of your wine.

“Righttt... So that’s why he hasn’t put you down all night?” Matty chuckles. “And why you have that on?” He reiterated, pointing with his cigarette towards Shawn’s grey blazer.

You shook your head laughing “Definitely not like that”

Matty held his hands up in defence “Hey don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just putting things together”

You heard Gabriella say his name sternly, but you were actually intrigued to hear his bizarre theory. Matty told you that he’d seen how you both interacted.

When you move, he moves and the same goes for you. The way you messed around with each other and Matty had seen Shawn’s face when people had started flirting with you.

“Seems like you’re keeping a close eye on us” You pointed out and Matty let out a laugh.

“You’re a big fan, right?” He asked and you nodded. “So, you’ve heard one hundred and two?”

“Of course,” you said, nodding again.

“Then you know that I liked a friend when I was your age. And don’t get me wrong, I’m happy about how my life turned out now” He said wrapping an arm around Gabby’s waist.

“But at the time I hated myself about not saying anything. If I didn’t have Gabby now, I’d regret it till this day for not telling the girl” Matty told you honestly.

“So just pay a little close attention and you’ll see it” Matty’s said and you nodded.

“Anyway... slighter subject” Ross interrupted and took your attention.

“What’s your favourite song of ours then?” Ross smiled down at you.

“Antichrist” You said without any hesitation.

Ross started laughing and Matty blatantly told you to fuck off. You and Gabby laughed at that and she said a quick goodbye to you as she was going to find someone.

“No if I’m being honest my favourite to dance to is The Sound, my favourite to scream to is Ballard but my favourite to sit down and listen to is Falling For You” You told them both honestly.

Ross nodded seeming to appreciate your opinion. Matty started to chuckle and you looked at him expectantly, waiting for another joke to be thrown your way. The look said, ‘What now?’

“What?” Matty asked. “It’s just poetic, your favourite song is Falling For You and you’re in the exact same situation”

Your drunken mind wanted to hide yourself away and because Ross resided next to you, you thought it would be good to hide into him. You groaned at Matty’s stubbornness and lent into Ross’ chest.

You felt him laugh against you and enclose you in a hug which at this point you really needed. You snaked your arms around Ross’ body and returned the hug.

The last thing you needed was to start rereading into Shawn’s interactions with you. You rarely got to spend enough time with him as it was, the last thing you needed was to overanalyse your actions.

After a few seconds you looked up at Ross and asked, “Can you make him stop please?”

“I could try but I doubt he’d listen” Ross said loosening his grip on you but when you turned back to Matty you both still had an arm around each other.

“Maybe we should just leave him on his own” You suggested. Ross grinned down at you and nodded his head “That sounds very good to me”

“Oh, get a room” Matty scoffed, which caused you and Ross to turn and look at him.

You couldn’t stop smiling when you said “Maybe we will…” You shrugged your shoulders and looked up at Ross who raised his eyebrows suggestively at you. You saw a blush creep up his face as well, probably to match yours.

“As long as you don’t follow us” You continued looking back towards Matty.

After Matty stuck his tongue out at you, you heard your name being called from behind you. You turned your head and saw Shawn walking towards you.

In your drunken state you didn’t see Shawn’s face go from being extremely excited to see you to the smile falling off his face. But Matty did. Matty wasn’t drinking.

He noticed that Shawn had seen you, then noticed that Ross’ arm that was around you. “What you doing out here?” Shawn asked you cheerfully.

“Just redeeming myself from you embarrassing me earlier” You said pushing his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to set her up with Ross and it’s going well” Matty laughed.

You rolled your eyes but went along with it. You looked up at Ross and both exchanged a knowing look understanding what Matty was up to.

“They look great together right Shawn?” Matty asked, pointing his cigarette towards you.

You noticed the smile saver on Shawn’s face. “I mean...” Shawn said running a hand threw his hair. “Y-Yeah” Shawn said with a half-smile.

You did notice that Shawn looked uncomfortable with the situation and you saw Matty send you a wide eyed look that screamed ‘Told you so’.

A slightly awkward silence came across your little group which made you down the rest of your wine. “Well I need another drink” You announced.

“Thank you both for keeping me company” You said smiling towards Matty and then Ross.

“Not a problem” Ross said before embracing you in a hug and kissed your cheek before letting you go. You then looked towards Matty who now raised his arms at you.

You grinned at him and gave him a hug. He whispered in your ear “Just think about it” before kissing your cheek then releasing you. You shook your head smiling at him and moved back next to Shawn.

You felt his hand immediately find your hip and he kept his hand resting there. Your blurry mind like the way he held you. It was strong and you felt protected. You needed to stop though you couldn’t let your mind go there again.

Matty had really pulled a number on you. “See you guys in June” You smiled and raised your empty glass at them as a wave goodbye.

“We’ll be sure to do your favourite song for you Y/N” Matty smirked at you taking another drag of his cigarette. You shook your head and tried not to laugh.

“I expect Antichrist as well then” You joked and Matty and Ross started laughing. Matty laughed loud and said “Fuck off”

You and Shawn laughed at that and then Shawn said with a smile “Thanks for keeping her company guys” The other boys waved him off and said it wasn’t a problem

You felt his hand grasp your hip slightly tighter and he looked down at you and said “Lets get you another drink”

Shawn turned the both of you around and you turned your head back to say the final goodbye to the boys. As you waved you noticed that Matty was sarcastically waving but also blowing teasing kisses at both you and Shawn.

Thankfully your best friend hadn’t turned back around like you had so your quickly turned your wave into a middle finger. You saw Ross start laughing as you and Shawn turned the corner and drank the night away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After that night everything returned to normal fairly quickly. You went back to your quiet student life in Toronto and got your final year finished up.

Your anxiety went through the roof whilst you were getting everything sorted but you had Shawn to thank for getting you through it. Shawn was on his European tour and you had no idea how he had the time for you, but he made sure he did.

He called you every 24 hours and you seemed to be getting each other through the stressful times in your lives. You and Shawn sort of helped each other out with your anxieties growing up.

You distracted each other and that was best for both of you. You really don’t know how you actually got through the past few years not calling or texting him when you were almost having a panic attack.

Whilst at College the panic attacks happened more frequently and most of the time you felt alone in the world. Sure, you had your friends in your classes, but Shawn was the one that helped with your anxieties. And you helped him though his.

You remembered his first tour. You were calming him down all the time during that. Whether it was sitting on the phone in silence to each other or talking him through it. You were there for each other.

After the after party at the Brits you desperately tried to erase Matty’s words from your mind, but on more than one occasion, you let yourself think about it. You over analysed everything down to the finest detail about the way Shawn said something or whether it had a deeper meaning.

You found that doing that led you to start panicking because you desperately didn’t want to lose your best friend over misreading his behaviour. So, you tried let it go.

If letting it go meant that you thought about it more and more as each day passed, then you’d let it go. It was only on occasion that you panicked over it.

Before you knew it, you were spending your College free days in bed watching Netflix. That was until April 21st when Shawn returned back home. However, the only thing that changed there was that Shawn joined you and you binged watched a few shows with him for the month he was back home.

You both obviously got on like a house on fire. The jokes were endless and so was the fun. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking about if Shawn liked you as more than a friend or not, and you let yourself day dream about it.

Before you knew it though, you found yourself in the same predicament that you were in when you were 16. Your crush on your best friend came back and you hated yourself for it.

You found yourself not wanted to let go of his hand when he held it, or not want to go back to your own apartment when you really had to. At one point you thought he was going to kiss you and you found that you were disappointed when he didn’t.

Thankfully as the days turned into weeks, you found that you were able to distract yourself more by your concert getting closer and closer. You saw online what the concerts looked like and you were so beyond excited.

It looked amazing. The visuals looked outstanding and obviously the live music was awesome. You found that on occasion you forgot that you’d actually met them. Despite your picture together being your home screen.

Before you knew it was the morning of June 3rd and you ran into Shawn’s bedroom and jumped on him. “Get up, get up, get up!”

“It’s Matty fucking Healy day and I’m ready to get fucked up” You said practically shaking Shawn to get up.

Shawn groaned and grabbed a hold of you, rolling you underneath him. You let out a yelp as he did so and you both started laughing.

Shawn hovered over the top of you with a big smile on his face. You couldn’t take the smile off of your face and Shawn seemed to notice.

“I think you’re a little too excited to see them again… They’re not actually going to fuck you, you know?” Shawn said.

“Never say never, Ross seemed keen the last time” You joked, sticking your tongue out at him.

You also raised your eyebrows suggestively trying to get on his nerves. You let out a small laugh when you saw Shawn’s face fall and pull a disgusted face at you. “You know I’m sorta joking” You said with a grin, even though in reality you really wouldn’t say no because you were single and horny as fuck.

“But they are fucking beautiful and I can’t wait for my favourite songs” You said with your grin getting surprisingly bigger.

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows at you and said “You do know I’m a singer too right? I can sing you them songs”

“Oh yeah” You said sarcastically. “You don’t even know my favourite song though”

He pulled a face down at you that essentially said, ‘of course I do you idiot’. You looked at him expectantly and you sat yourself up crossing your arms as you waited for him to start.

The pyjama boy sat to the side of you and you only just now noted how cute he looked. He was wearing red pyjama pants that had a tartan pattern and had a plain white top on. His hair was also everywhere and that somehow made him look even better.

“Well I know when you’re around cause I know the sound, I know the sound of your heart” Shawn sang and filled his room with his amazing voice.

He looked towards you triumphantly, but you shook your head at him and his face fell. “What do you mean that’s not you favourite! We always danced and sang to that one?”

“I mean my favourite deep in my soul” You said resting a hand over your chest and Shawn sat there for a few seconds looking at you in disbelief.

“I can’t believe my best friend doesn’t know my favourite The 1975 song” You said shaking your head and getting up off his bed. You needed to get ready for the day ahead. You needed to look your best.

You knew it was their last stop on their North America tour so if there was any night where you could get Ross’ attention and keep it for the night it would be this one. You needed to look amazing, not that you really thought you had a shot, but it was definitely worth a try.

“Wait, I can get this” Shawn said running a hand through his wavy hair.

“No, you’re a fucking let down, I’m getting ready” You said leaving his room.

A few hours later you were ready and waiting to go. You were freshly showered and shaved, and you had your concert outfit on. It was a warm day, so you decided to go for something slightly extra than what you were used to.

You wore black ripped skinny jeans with black fishnets underneath and you made sure they came above the waistband of your jeans to show off you were wearing them. You wore a sexy black and red bralette and a black mesh top over the top of that, so people knew you weren’t playing. To finish off your look for the day, you wore your black Vans and your camouflage jacket over the top.

Your makeup was fairly simple. You went for a winged eyeliner that made your Y/E/C eyes stand out and applied your favourite matte red lipstick. You decided to straighten your hair in hopes that the heat wouldn’t make you look like a complete mess by the time the concert was finished.

When you’d finished completely you felt pretty for the first time since the Brits and you couldn’t wait to do your pre-concert traditions with Shawn. When you came out of your room you found him on his sofa with his feet resting on his coffee table.

“Y/N I do know what your favourite song is” He said without looking up from his phone.

“Oh yeah?” You said, picking up an apple from the kitchen island and taking a bite. Shawn started singing the chorus to fallingforyou and you smiled at him whilst he sang.

He was so utterly enticed by whatever he was doing on his phone and you were enticed by his amazing voice. He finished the final “I’m fallin’ for you” and looked up at you.

You smiled at him before taking another bite of your apple, but you noticed Shawn’s jaw drop slightly and take in your appearance. Something about Shawn changed quickly when you said “Very good”

It was like he was jolted awake and he stood up in front of you. You’d only just now noticed what he was wearing.

He was wearing his white top that had Heaven written on the front, with his black jeans and his black boots. If you weren’t his best friend, you would have seriously believed that he slept in those boots because he never went out in anything else.

“You look amazing Y/N/N” Shawn smiled at you, you noticed that he looked nervous for some unknown reason, but you dismissed yourself. You really needed to stop reading into things.

He looked stunning to say the least and you noticed the sunglasses that were hooked around the collar of his top. “Thanks, not so bad yourself Mendes” You joked.

“What are those for?” You questioned, walking closer to him and tugging slightly on his shades.

“Ah” Shawn said, and he reached over to the side of the sofa and picked up his black zip up hoodie. You ate your apple as you watched him struggle to put his jacket on and almost poked his eyes out with his glasses.

He threw his hood up and said “What do you think? Think anyone will recognise me?”

“I’d see you coming from a mile away” You laughed. “But that’s because I know you so well, you’ll be fine… If anyone starts just jump over the barrier at the front and someone will save you”

Shawn laughed at that and within the next hour you and Shawn were doing your pre-concert tradition. You found yourself sat in the nearest Five Guys which is just something you both did the last few times you’d been to concerts.

You usually just chilled out in there for hours before the concert started. Not for any reason other than boredom but this time after an hour Shawn cut your visit short.

“Ready to go” Shawn said wiping his face with a napkin then scrunching it up and throwing it at you. He laughed when it hit your unsuspecting face.

“I hate you” You giggled, shaking your head at him. You threw it back at him and laughed more when it bounced off his nose.

“Nah you don’t” Shawn said standing up and putting his hoodie back on.

You stood up as well and started to slip your jacket on. As you did though you heard someone cat call from the table near yours. You’d noticed the guy looking your way a few times whilst he was eating.

He looked about your age, but you found the staring quite creepy. He looked quite cute. Dark curly hair, blue eyes and a very nice jawline, it was almost as good as Shawn’s. He would have been cute if he hadn’t been staring at you.

You rolled your eyes and just pretended that you didn’t hear it and pulled your hair out from underneath your jacket. Thankfully it seemed like Shawn didn’t hear it and he was too focused on making sure he had everything.

“You ready?” Shawn asked from across the table and you smiled nodding at him.

Shawn smiled at your before he turned around and started walking to the door. He knew you were a few paces behind him, and he couldn’t wait to show you your surprise.

As you started walking to follow Shawn, you heard a louder catcall this time and when you just carried on walking until you felt a hand hit your ass.

You practically jumped a foot forward before turning back around to face the fucker who just slapped you. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” You shouted at the brunette sat down. You saw red and you weren’t going to put up with it.

“Aw come on babe lighten up” The guy said looking up at you as if he was innocent.

You felt heard Shawn walk up behind you and you heard him asked what’s going on. “Oh fuck off” You said to the guy before you turned around and pushed on Shawns chest trying to get some distance between him and the guy.

“He slapped my ass” You murmured to him continuing to move him towards the door. As soon as Shawn heard that though he started pushing against you and said a very loud “What” You desperately tried to calm him down, but he ended up moving the both of you half way back to the guy.

You didn’t want the idiot to ruin your day, you could tell that Shawn was steaming underneath those sunglasses. “Shawn please can we just go” You pleaded to him and he looked down at you and after letting out a deep breath he agreed.

“Awh no the nice view is leaving. Come back honey” The guy yelled at you. You don’t know why he carried on because now there were more people telling him to stop from all around you. Before you even knew what was happening, Shawn had side-stepped you and was shouting at the guy.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my girl like that you fucking asshole. You don’t have the right to speak to anyone like that so why don’t you just fuck off back to whatever hole you crawled out of” Shawn shouted at the guy towering over him.

You were pulling on Shawn’s hand begging him to come away from the guy. “Shawn” You said over and over again during his rant. You were grateful he was sticking up for you, but you just wanted to escape with him.

Shawn seemed to realise your hand clasped his because as soon as he was finished with his speech, he marched out of the place with you following along behind him. You both walked towards the side of the building where Shawn continued his rant, but your brain wasn’t processing it properly.

You had never seen him so angry in your entire life. He was practically pulling his hair out in anger and he wouldn’t stop pacing from side to side. Shawn wouldn’t stop ranting at you and you didn’t know how to make him stop.

All you did was repeat “Hey” a few times softly trying to make him calm down and listen to you. That didn’t seem to be working very well and he was still pacing.

You walked up to him and said “Hey” a bit louder. He was still shouting to no one in particular and not paying attention to you, so you ended up grabbing the back of his neck to try and make him look down at you.

“Shawn look at me” You said softly trying to gently pull his head round to look at you. Shawn seemed to calm down after a few seconds and you could slightly see through his shades that you now had his attention.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said sincerely. You could hear the anger in his voice, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“Shawn I’m fine, I promise” You said releasing a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“I’m sorry that I let that fucker touch you” Shawn said hugging you. You hugged yourself into him and wrapped your arms around his neck considering they were already there.

“It’s not your fault” You murmured against him and you felt him squeeze you tighter. The hug lasted a solid minute and when you slowly released each other you felt the pull between the both of you.

You didn’t know what it was, but it felt like a weird connection and you wanted to kiss him. You looked up to him and cursed his sunglasses.

Usually you could tell what Shawn was thinking when you looked into his eyes. But because of the sunglasses you were stumped.

If he was looking at your lips, then you’d know that he felt it too. Of course, you moved away from him, you didn’t need to read into things today of all days.

Shawn cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Thankfully he looked as if he’d calmed down a lot and ready to get on the move.

“Ready for ice cream Mendes” You said starting to walk down the street.

Shawn walked next to you and nudged your shoulder “Always”. He smiled down at you and continued “We’ll have to take it and go though, I have a surprise”

You turned and gave Shawn a suspicious look. “What?” Shawn said innocently raising his hands.

“It’s all good I promise” Shawn said throwing an arm around your shoulder and you walked to the closest ice cream parlour.

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You’d treated yourself to two ice creams because of the trauma that you and Shawn had just been through. By the time you got to your surprise you were onto your second ice cream.

At this point you were both walking into the arena through a private entrance, so you were pretty certain you knew what your surprise was. You couldn’t stop grinning and Shawn couldn’t stop talking the piss out of you for it.

He knew that since the last time you met them your little crush on Ross had turned into a bigger one. You hadn’t stopped telling Shawn about your flirting with Ross when you got back to the hotel that night in England.

You were so excited to see them all again. You just hoped Matty didn’t bring anything up.

As you were both escorted by a security guard through the building you were trying to remain calm. “Do I look okay?” You asked Shawn, running your free hand through your hair.

“They’re just through there” The guard told you pointing to a doorway that was just down the hall. You hear music being played and you could hear that it was There’s a Honey by Pale Waves. You assumed that they were doing their sound check.

As you both carried on walking Shawn told you “You look perfect” You smiled up at him and before you knew it you were bombarded with cheers as you walked through the doorway.

You and Shawn walked into the arena and the band who were sat on the ground immediately got up to greet you. Matty went to Shawn first and they did that bro hug that always made you want to laugh.

You could just about hear Matty thanking him for the ‘iconic underpants’ he sent him with the promotional gift for the release of ‘If I Can’t Have You’. You loved yours when it arrived and played it on repeat for days.

“Hey” Ross said, distracting you.You repeated it back to him, almost like you were surprised to see him. You gave him a one-armed hug because you didn’t want to get ice cream all over him.

“Lovely to see you” You grinned at him. You hugged Adam who now stood next to Ross but as you did so Ross took your ice cream out of your hand.

“You can have it if you want” You told him, and his face lit up before he started eating it.

“You don’t look very vanilla” Ross said looking up and down at your attire.

“Never vanilla for you Ross” You grinned and moved on to quickly hug George.

You eventually got around to Matty and he looked at you for a moment before hugging you. “You look amazing again, trying to impress someone?” Matty said over the music.

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle and say “Yeah… but not who you’re thinking of” You let your eyes wonder over Matty’s shoulder until your eyes met Ross’.

You smiled brightly at him and then looked back towards Matty who’s eyes were now wide with amusement. You grinned and brushed past him and went over to talk to Ross again.

After a moment you were all grouped together again and were chatting away. “I can’t believe you all let us both come this early” You said to them.

“Well I thought we could get drinks with them first” Shawn told you hugging you from behind wrapping his arms around your neck.

You craned your head up to try and look at him and said “Well aren’t you a cutie”

Shawn laughed down at you and released you. “What do you wanna drink, I’ll go grab it?”

“Surprise me” You smiled at him and watched as he walked off towards the bar.

When you looked back towards the group you noticed that Matty was looking at you with amusement on his face. You shook your head and walked towards him.

“I actually hate you for what you said that day” You told him trying not to smile.

You were failing miserably though because Matty’s grin was getting bigger and bigger. “You like him, don’t you?” Matty asked excitedly.

“Shut the fuck up” You hushed him. “Oh my god you do!” Matty practically yelled and you were so thankful the music had just started up again.

“Yeah now I need to get over that, thanks to you” You said shaking your head, but almost laughing.

“Oh my, that’s why trying to get onto Ross” Matty said running a hand through his curly hair. “Mate, how can you not see that your man right there is in love with you”

“You’re deluded” You laughed. Shawn came back over with your favourite drink a few minutes later and you smiled up at him “You know me so well”

Before you knew it, it was almost time for them to leave you as the gates were being opened for the public shortly. You’d just said bye to Matty, and you noticed that he had pulled Shawn away to the side.

You tried to hear what he was saying to him, but he was too far away, and the other boys now had most of your attention. All you saw was Shawn looking round at you from time to time and you sent a big smile his way. He returned it but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your lip-reading skills were poor.

You said goodbye to them all and you walked over to Shawn and said, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah” Shawn said and you both started walking back over to the bar. You ordered you and Shawn another drink and then made your way over to the very front of the stage.

After taking a sip of your drink you realised that without any prompt you and Shawn were stood in your usual concert position with him behind you, despite no one else yet being around. You turned around and lent against the barrier so you could chat to Shawn.

He looked down at you and smiled and you grinned up at him, very excited for the concert. You had waited so long for it that you couldn’t wait, you were so thankful that Shawn had rearranged his tour dates so you could both be here right now.

“Are you prepared to be bombarded with people running to get to the front?” You asked smiling.

Shawn shook his head looking around the arena area, “Nah, but it should be fun”

“Of course it will, just protect me” You joke “And don’t let me get crushed against this barrier please” You smile before taking another drink.

Shawn lent forward and clasped the barrier either side of you “I’ll keep you boxed in like this then” Shawn laughed which caused you to join in.

A second later you both heard commotion coming from the entrance and you and Shawn shared a look that said ‘Here we go’.

“Better get these back on” You said taking his sunglasses off the collar of his shirt. He smiled as you put them on for him and you both laughed when you almost poked his eye out.

You turned back around, and you patiently waited for your favourite band to come back into view.

You and Shawn had a good time listening to No Rome and Pale Waves when they came on and Shawn kept on pointing things out that impressed him.

Once Pale Waves went off through you knew it wouldn’t be long until the concert started. Daylight was fading fast and there was a faint breeze that swirled among the tightly packed people around you.

You’d taken your jacket off and tied it round your waist because you knew that soon enough, you’d be jumping around. Shawn could feel you buzzing with energy, he’d didn’t remember the last time he saw you this excited and he liked that this evening the smile had never left your face.

“Shawn if they do my favourite you can’t laugh at me if I cry” You tell him. Shawn laughs and wraps his arms around your shoulders again trapping you in a hug.

“No promises” Shawn said, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Within the next hour The 1975 had come on and you were having the time of your life. You hadn’t stopped screaming along to their songs and you were dancing along to the bops that they were playing.

Soon enough the boys seemed like they needed a bit of a break so Matty was keeping the crowd entertained with his witty humour. Matty was pacing from one side of the stage to the other and the crowd was screaming up at him around him. He was chatting about what the tour had been like and you happily listened along.

It was quite interesting to get another artists view of their tour because you only ever heard Shawn’s stories. As much as you loved those stories, you were in need of some diversity.

After a minute or two music started playing out of the speakers again but low enough for Matty to keep chatting away. “Right now everyone” Matty announced before clearing his throat.

“This next one is for a friend of ours… I’ve been assured that this is her favourite” Matty told everyone still travelling from one side of the stage to another.

The crowd cheered along, and Shawn lent down and said into your ear “Don’t cry on me now”

You turned your head to look up at him and smiled “No promises” He smiled down at you and you turned back around as Matty continued on to say “See she can relate to this song very personally and she’ll hate me for telling you all that but ohh wellllll”

The crowd around you screamed along but you were frozen still. Partly from what Matty just said but also due to the fact that you were finally going to see it live after listening to it for years.

The song started playing properly and Matty quickly said “Enjoy Y/N” and the crowd around you erupted.

Matty walked towards the middle of the stage in front of you and winked down at you. You smiled back up and softly sang the opening lyric “What time you comin’ out”

As the song continued to play you found yourself leaning back against Shawn as you did with most slow songs that had been played tonight. Your heart was beating rapidly from the adrenaline in the system and you were softly singing along with your favourite song.

You could hear Shawn’s voice behind you singing the lyrics beautifully like always. You loved listening to him sing, whether it was his songs or someone else. You were beyond grateful you were his friend and could listen to him sing anything you wanted. All you had to do was ask.

You were preparing yourself for your favourite part of the song and couldn’t wait to finally hear it live. You had already told yourself you wouldn’t sing it as you wanted the full experience to live in the moment of the song and just enjoy it.

As you swayed along to the music you felt Shawn’s hands rest on your hips which you didn’t mind about. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of him being pressed against you and you lent on him more.

As your favourite lyric was about to come out of Matty’s mouth, you felt a different mouth lightly kiss your neck. At first you felt yourself panic slightly not knowing if Shawn had done that purposefully or not. But with you felt another kiss you let yourself go.

“I don’t wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your neck” Matty sang loudly.

You tilted your head to the side and closed your eyes as Shawn kissed your neck again but this time it was with more pressure like he wasn’t afraid to do it anymore. The first were testers but this was the real deal.

He started sucking on your neck and you couldn’t help but tilt your head back and rest it against his shoulder. You were in heaven. You brought your hand up and interlaced your fingers in the back of Shawn’s hair and pulled him closer so he couldn’t go anywhere.

Shawn started trailing kisses further up your neck up until his lips left your skin and you were both looking at each other. Shawn’s glasses had fallen down his nose and you could see his eyes. You could see the vulnerability in them but also a hint of hope.

He was searching yours and all he could think of was how beautiful they looked. You looked down towards his lip that had just graced your neck and you were hungry for them to be attached to yours.

After looking at his plump lips for a second to long you looked back up to his eyes and just thought ‘fuck it’. You lent towards them and attached your lips to his as Matty sang out the final “I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you”

Shawn reacted immediately and kissed you back with just a bit more force than you were giving, and you loved it. You turned around whilst still kissing him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Shawn wrapped his arms around your back, so you were pressed against him completely. You could hear the crowd cheering around you as the song ended but your attention was on Shawn’s movements.

You’re surprised that it didn’t feel weird, you were sharing the best kiss of your life with your best friend. It was exhilarating and the best experience of your life. You’d dreamed of this moment when you were a teenager and over the past month and it was better than you could have ever imagined.

Shawn must have felt you smiling into the kiss because a second later his tongue ran over your bottom lip. You let out a little laugh before opening you mouth wider and the next thing you knew Shawn’s tongue was in your mouth.

You heard the crowd quiet down slightly but that didn’t stop you. The next thing you heard though was Matty’s voice over the speakers and it boomed “Oh wow, ohh wow”

“Y/N, love, you better thank me later” Matty yelled and the crowd burst into cheers again despite having no idea that he was speaking about you. You and Shawn parted and started laughing obviously hearing what Matty had said.

You pecked his lips once more before you attempted to turn around, but Shawn pecked your lips a few more times before he let you. When you did though you found that Matty was on the stage directly in front of you.

He looked down at you and you laughed up at him. He cockily asked down at you “Did you enjoy that?”

The crowd screamed around you thinking the question was directed at everyone, but you knew it was just for you two. You eagerly nodded up at him and he winked down at you, he turned towards the back of the stage and said “George you owe me twenty quid… Thanks Y/N”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh and Shawn did the same. His laugh rang down your ear up and you turned your head to look at him again and he wrapped his arm around your waist so he was hugging you from behind. You rested your hands on top of his and smiled as he lent down to peck your lips again.

“Let’s give the love birds out there another song to get off to” Matty said as Medicine started to play.

You and Shawn started swaying to the music gently and you couldn’t take the smile off your face. You felt Shawn lean down and say in your ear “If you haven’t guessed I like you”

You laughed and looked round at him. You put your hand to the back of his neck to try and bring him closer to you so he’ll hear you say “I like you too, a lot”

When you moved away Shawn had a massive smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but laugh at it. “Yeah?” He questioned you and you nodded up at him, biting your lip.

Shawn let out a chuckled and leaned down and kiss your lips a few more times. Each time you responded more eagerly and before you knew it you were making out with him again as if an hour ago you were just best friends and you weren’t currently surrounded by thousands of people.

Shawn chuckled pulling away and said “I think I like you a bit more than I let on. Y/N I wanna date you and I know that we’re meant to be best friends but I can’t stop thinking about you and I ca...”

You cut him off. You knew when he was over thinking and at this moment in time you didn’t want to over think what you were. Your lips on his distracted you both and you were only distracted by the screams intensifying around you.

You pulled away when you couldn’t hear music playing anymore and when you turned around Matty was at the barrier directly in front of you with everyone else trying to grab at him but you.

You and Shawn started laughing seeing Matty in front of you like that. He looked bored as if he was waiting for you to stop which made you laugh more.

“Are you two done now?” Matty asked and the crowd around you laughed. You bit your lip and nodded.

“You two dating now?” Matty asked and you looked up towards Shawn for the briefest moment and smiled before nodding back at Matty.

He had a big smile on his face when you said “Yeah”, and the crowds screamed when he said a little “Yay” into the microphone.

“Okay love birds, the concerts going back in full swing now so put each other down and enjoy” Matty said before ruffling your hair and then running back on stage.

Love Me started to blare out of the speakers and you went wild again. You and Shawn sang and danced the rest of the night away.

After that day you found yourself the happiest you had ever been. You and Shawn were extremely happy. After the concert you’d both gone home to Shawn’s house and you told Karen as she was still awake.

She caught you both as you walked in kissing, than you both telling her. She was shocked to see it at first, but the smile quickly grew on her face and she was overjoyed for you both.

By the time The 1975 next toured in Toronto it was 3 years later and you and Shawn were still happily together. You’d moved into his apartment and made it cosy whilst he was away.

You travelled around the world with him and supported him when he needed it. You’d never tire of cheering your boyfriend on and singing his songs. You loved him with the whole of your heart, and he loved you just the same.

You’d met up with the band again before their concert and you all had a quick meal together. You’d gone easy on the drinks this time and enjoyed your time with them. You’d met a lot of people from being friends with Shawn, but these guys were by far your favourite.

They were just too nice and seemed like they didn’t have a care in the world apart from their music. You loved that and you knew Shawn did too. Matty promised you that he would sing your favourite song again and he didn’t disappoint.

You were at the front of the crowd again in the perfect spot. You’d lent yourself back against Shawn and happily let Matty sing you the song.

You watched as Matty walked in front of you and he smiled down at the both of you. He nodded his head in recognition down at you and you just smiled back up.

A second later Shawn has twisted you around in his arms and kissed you quickly. He tasted of the mint ice-cream that you’d eaten earlier, and you were in your own personalised heaven.

You smiled into the kiss and you don’t think that you could ever be happier than you were right now. But you were mistaken.

A moment later Shawn was on one knee looking up at you and you were shell shocked. You stared at him with a hand over your mouth looking down at the diamond ring he was holding.

You heard people around you gasping and lights from their phones shining on your faces but in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Shawn mouthed ‘Marry me’ up at you and you nodded closing your eyes and letting stray tears fall.

You looked up at him through blurry eyes and kissed him once he’d slid the ring on your finger. You noticed as he took his sunglasses off his face and quickly lent down to kiss you that his eyes were also watery.

When his lips touched yours again, you were in pure bliss. You didn’t hear the screams around you or Matty finishing the song behind you. When you pulled away you were both pulled through the barrier that separated the crowd from the stage before the crowd could pounce on Shawn.

When you got through the barrier through you jumped up on Shawn and kissed him again. His hands under your thighs to keep you up and your arms and legs wrapped around his body to keep yourself up.

After you kissed him like that for a good few seconds you pulled away and shouted “I love you so much” so he could hear you.

Shawn laughed and put you back on the ground. He wiped the stray tear that fell and said, “I love you too darling” and pecked your lips again before looking up at the stage.

You turned your attention to the stage as well and saw Matty standing just above you. He had a huge smile on his face, and he got down on his knees and said “Congratulations you guys” into the microphone.

The crowd went mental and you could hear people screaming for Shawn and Matty. You laughed at the bizarreness of it, but you loved it non the less. This was literally your teenage dream come true.

You hugged Shawn and lent into his chest as you looked up to Matty and shouted a “Thank you” up at him. Matty revved up the crowd to cheer for the both of you and you just hugged Shawn closer to you, not being used to having this sort of attention.

Shawn lent down and pecked your lips once more and you were so thankful that you could now spend the rest of your life with your best friend. After the crowd settled down to something Matty could again work with, he got up after giving both you and Shawn a high five.

As he went back business and the beginning of the next song started playing you looked to Shawn again and repeated how much you loved him. Shawn did the same back to you and you lent on his chest hugging him to you as you took in the music.

You were content and now you had never been happier in your entire life. There was only happiness to come in the both of your lives from that moment on and you couldn’t wait to see how the rest of your lives played out together.

Before Matty started singing, he quickly shouted back over to the both of you “I better be invited to the fucking wedding Mendes!”

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End (Jay Halstead) Part 2

Summary: Things have been going downhill between you and Jay and it just might cause you to break up.

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Warnings or A/N: n/a. I'm sorry. I can't help make more chapters to a one shot lol. I wouldn't have made another End once shot but someone requested me to do it.

*A year later*

You pushed the button on the elevator and waited for it. "No, I said white carnations, not blue," You said on the phone

The voice came through. "It says on the order sheet white,"

You were getting annoyed. Nothing was going according to plan for the reopening party. "Whoever wrote that down is an idiot! I specifically said white carnations. They are the owner's wife's favorite and she wanted them. Get it fixed!" You said hanging up the phone.

You started to dial another number when the elevator doors open finally. You looked up at the doors and you saw Mr. and Mrs. Brennenington. The owners of the hotel you are currently a COO at. You looked at them confused. "Mr. and Mrs. Brennenington! I thought you weren't coming in till later? Your room isn't ready yet. I've just had so many things to do, some many things are going wro-"

Mr. Brennenington reached out and grabbed your hand and placed his other hand on top of yours. "Y/N! It's okay! We got an earlier flight. Not your fault and we trust you got everything under control. As for the room, when is it gonna be ready?"

You raised your phone up to where you could see it and unlocked your phone and pulled up the room charts. "It says in about an hour,"

They nodded and smiled. "Well, can we put our luggage in your office?"

You smiled and nodded. "Of course, this way,"

You walked to the end of the hallway and unlocked the door to your office. They smiled at you and walked into your office and placed their suitcases to the side of the wall. They looked up at you and smiled. "Have you had lunch yet?"

You hadn't. You've been running around trying to get everything ready for the reopening party tonight. The hotel you work for wasn't shut down for bad reasons, hell the hotel is one of the best in this part of Chicago. The owners just wanted it to be remodeled to a more modern look. You looked at the time on your watch and it was twelve fifteen. "No, I haven't. I have had so much to do the past couple of days that I literally hadn't had time,"

Mrs. Brennenington smiled and placed a reassuring hand on yours. "Y/N, I'm sure everything is going to go fine. We trust you. Besides the party is tonight, you can have an hour lunch with us,"

You loved working for the Brenneningtons. They absolutely love their hotel and they treat their employees like family and always make sure they are healthy and comfortable working here. "Sure,"

They smiled at you and started to walk out of your office but your boyfriend Jonah aka their son walked in. "Mom! Dad! Heard a rumor you were early," He said walking over to you and kissing your cheek.

You smiled and so did they. "Yeah, we got an earlier flight. Come have lunch with us,"

He hesitated and looked at you. "There's no use in trying to say no to you, you know how they were,"

He chuckled and nodded. "You're right. Let's go,"

You felt Jonah slip his arm around your waist. You looked up at him and he looked down at him and he kissed you. You met him after you landed the COO job maybe three or four months ago, you accidentally bumped into him while carrying everything to your office. You dropped everything and he helped you carried it to your office and every since then you were head over heels. "Okay,"

---

*A few hours later*

Jay walked into the ballroom, ready to do this uncover mission and get it done. He looked around and didn't see the target. "Do you see him?" He asked into the earpiece.

A few moments later Upton's voice came through. "No, not yet,"

Jay was walking around the ballroom looking for the target while keeping an eye on where his team was. He stopped at a corner where he could see everyone leaving or entering. While standing there, Jay heard a lot of people talking about how pretty this girl and how handsome the boyfriend was. Jay didn't pay attention to it since the last time, he was in a relationship, he fucked up majorly and lost her. "Y/N did such an amazing job on the party,"

That caught Jay's attention. Jay started to think about what you were doing a year ago and it was management but surely it wasn't you? Was it? He started to look around and his eyes landed start on you as you kissed Jonah. Jay's heart dropped. He didn't think he'd never see you again. "Jay, earth to Jay!" Burgess yelled into the earpiece.

Jay snapped out of it and answered back. "I'm sorry, did you see the target?"

Burgess respond immediately. "Yes. He's walked straight up to the Bennington's son,"

Jay nodded. "Which one was he again?"

This time Burgess didn't immediately respond instead it took a few seconds. "The one Y/N is standing next too,"

Jay's eyes immediately went over to where he last saw you and there you were and there he was. Jay quickly looked around and spotted the suspect, Jay noticed that he had his hands in his jacket. "Suspect is holding something in his jacket. Going to get close to him,"

You were smiling and talking with guests and VIPs when you noticed a man walking up to you. It doesn't look like the type of guest who would stay here but nonetheless, you smiled and was about to say something but Jonah beat you to it. "What are you doing here?"

The man looked up at Jonah with the nastiest look you have ever seen and cackled. "I'm here for the money you owe me,"

Jonah looked at him weirdly. "What are you talking about? I don't owe you any money. I cut you off,"

You looked at the guy and to Jonah. "Jonah, who is this?"

Jonah didn't look at you when he answered you. "No one important,"

You scoffed. "Why does he think you owe him money?"

The guy sighed and quickly pulled out a gun and pointed at you. "Lady I don't get time for your questions. I just need Jonah here to give me the money he owes me,"

Everyone screams and started to run out of the room but obviously, you couldn't, the gun was pointed at you. "I don't owe you anything once again," Jonah said.

You were afraid to even move let alone talk. The guy walked up closer to you. "Either you give me the money or I'll shoot your whore,"

The next thing you knew was there was someone knocking the guy down, you saw that the gun landed not too far from you and you walked up there and kicked it far enough to where the guy couldn't reach it. You walked up to the guy who tackled him and he looked at you and your heart skipped a beat when you realize who it was. "Jay?"

He smiled softly. "Y/N,"

You walked up closer to him. "Will you tell me who this is since clearly, he isn't,"

You said glaring at Jonah. "He's a mid-level drug dealer. He's Jonah's high school best friend,"

You turned and faced Jonah. You opened your mouth but it wasn't your voice that came out, it was Mrs. Brennenington's. "Jonah! How many times did I tell you to not to get involved with him?"

Jonah looked at his mom, face full of embarrassment. "Mom-"

She looked unpleased. "Don't mom me, I've told you countless times, to drop him cause all its gonna do is cause problems. Giving money to a person who is an addict to drugs is enabling them. You're lucky you make your own money, or you would be cut off," She said walking off.

"Mom," Jonah called after her but she ignored it and kept walking.

He looked at you and took a step closer to you but you took a step back, tripping over your own feet but you felt hands immediately go on your waist stopping you from falling. You turned around and saw that it was Jay. You smiled and turned to look at Jonah. "No, I've told you my story about how drugs ruined my family. You knew how much it hurt me and how much I despise drugs but yet you gave money to a drug dealer,"

Jonah looked at you. "But I haven't done any drugs,"

You scoffed. "Yeah sure,"

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Jay had walked you into an interrogation room in the Intelligence Unit a few hours after the party because he wanted to ask you a few questions. So you were sitting in the room waiting for Jay to come back in. You saw the door open and in walked Jay and Hailey. "Hailey, it's good to see you again,"

Hailey smiled and nodded. "I wish it would've been on a different term,"

You smile slowly dropped. After you and Jay broke up, you had spent all of your time building up your career, not allowing you to have any social time. You cut out all friends including Burgess and Hailey. "Yeah, sorry. I just became busy on my career,"

Hailey shook her head and sat down. Jay sat down next to her. "So at the party, it seems like you didn't know anything about what was happening between Jonah and his friend Oliver, right?"

You nodded your head. "Right. Tonight was the first time I have ever seen him. If you're allowed to tell me, besides popping him for drug possession, what else did he do?"

Jay and Hailey looked at each other and sighed. "Oliver is looking at a count of murder,"

You looked at both Hailey and Jay, confused. "What does this have to do with Jonah? I mean you guys took Jonah in?"

Jay started to open his mouth but Hailey beat him to it. "We think it was Jonah's idea,"

Your heart started to beat fast, you got out of your chair and started to pace. "Y/N, is there anything you can tell us that might help us?"

Your mind was racing through a thousand different things but the main thing was the body. "Have you found the body?"

They shook their head no. "We found photos of the body in Oliver's house when we were gonna bust him for possession,"

Thousand more thought went racing through your mind until one stood out. "I overheard Jonah and someone talking over the phone about a problem but when I asked him what the problem was he was it was just a hotel problem. Jonah has a storage unit,"

Jay stood up quickly and walked over to you. "Where?"

"Blue's storage number 45,"

Jay placed a hand on your shoulder. "Are you on the lease?"

You nodded. "Yes,"

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You were at your apartment trying to understand what happened and trying to make yourself believe that Jonah actually was involved in a murder. After they found the body, Jonah confessed to everything. He apparently was giving money to Oliver to buy drugs and have him sell them and the person who was killed was a competitor who was approaching their territory and Jonah had Oliver talk to him but things got heated quickly and Oliver killed him. The pictures were Oliver wanting to relive what he did.

You heard someone knock on your door and you got off the couch and opened the door. It revealed Jay. You smiled and motioned for him to come in. "Hey,"

He turned around to face you. "Hey,"

You two sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments before Jay finally broke the silence. "I'm honestly truly sorry about what happened between us. We were in a dry spell of sorts and I didn't see a way out of it-"

You shook your head. "Jay, it's okay. I felt the same way,"

Jay looked at you shocked. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes. I was actually going to tell you about it when everything spiraled,"

Jay was quiet for a second before he spoke again. "Can we pretend that everything that happened didn't happen and start over?"

You smiled. "Hi, I'm Y/N,"

He chuckled. "Hi, I'm Jay,"

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #chicago pd #jay halstead imagine #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #hank voight #kim burgess #antonio dawson #trudy platt #jay halstead x imagine

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ninaahelvar · 5 years

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Chivalry Fell On Its Sword (9/23)

Summary: All Arya wanted so to feel normal and go outside of the damn castle. Now, through a series of unfortunate, she’s stuck with a bodyguard that she accidentally flirted with: Gendry Waters.

AO3

A/N: what? two chapters in one week! well one is a joke chapter, we get productive. i'm only here for the laughs. xx and i did promise slam poetry so,.......

10:31pm - Arya: So, what youre saying is that you were awkward cause you could see through my blanket?

10:32pm - Gendry: dude, your nipples were showing through it, it was a turn on and then because incredibly awkward when your fucking mum walked in.

10:32pm - Arya: and everything else?

10:32pm - Gendry: fucked up universe keeping us apart, sorry

10:33pm - Arya: awwww you’re so cute when you’re desperate

10:33pm - Gendry: i don’t think you’re allowed to complain when you fucking yell at me in a hallway begging me for an answer for something i wasn’t intentionally doing

10:33pm - Arya: i stand by my reaction

10:33pm - Gendry: ok then

10:33pm - Arya: alright

10:35pm - Arya: soooooooooooooo

10:35pm - Arya: you still in the palace?

10:37pm - Gendry: You’re seriously horny right now?

10:37pm - Arya: aren’t you

10:38pm - Gendry: literally always, but i’m still in my meeting

10:38pm - Arya: i’ll send you nudes to keep your spirits up

10:42pm - Gendry: pls for the love of the gods, don’t, cause my spirits won’t be the only thing that’s up

Arya chew on her lip as she read over his name. His apology. His casual confession of love. And she beamed.

10:43pm - Gendry: can i see you later?

10:43pm - Arya: yes

~~~~

Bran wheeled up to the stage, a few stares and whispers as one of the wheels caught on the last step. In the end, the manager of the club and a few bystanders had to help him. It wasn’t embarrassing, just a little awkward to have three grown men fondling his chair and not him.

He had invited Arya, who happened to bring along Gendry - funny how her security followed her absolutely everywhere, but Bran wasn’t. He thought it may have been some ableist crap, but when he saw Arya’s hand on his wrist as Bran edged towards the mic it was clear what the real reason was. Also the hickey on his neck was a dead give away.

Bran cleared his throat and Arya and Gendry stopped speaking. The open mic night was his idea. Bran had worked up this plan for a while, knowing full well he could get away with it - but now he was here, and only confidence and determination ran through him. Chaos wheeling - if you will. He took a breath, then spoke into the mic.

“I’m a theology major, I can take confession, even with this wheelchair condition. My legs stopped working when the car flipped, now it seems like I’m the one that’s dicked. I make light of the frame that holds me, even when it’s the thing that has made me lonely. I smile and wave, even when no one thinks I’m gay. The wheels tend to avert the eyes, even when I wanna talk to guys. I hear sympathy from women across the world, but I can still make your world whirl. I don’t wanna talk about how the chair feels or what kind of drink I want with my meal - I’m a grown ass man, a man that just can’t stand. I’m filled with love and wanting, and I’m a fun guy that deserves some flaunting. I’m a theology major, I can take confession. And yes, to answer your question, my dick does work, and I have a suggestion. Either mind your business, apologise for the transgression. Or date me, I can still fuck, no repression, in succession, with or without discretion.”

When everyone was roaring with laughter, and Bran was helped from the stage, he wheeled over to Arya and Gendry’s table. They were trying hard to catch their breaths, hands on the ribs as they tried to form sentences.

“Your highness,” Gendry started before promptly bursting into laughter, patting Bran on the shoulder as he wheezed out another laugh.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I wanted everyone to know that I still fuck.”

The pair looked at each other before banging their hands on the table, the entire venue a stream of laughter. It made Bran happy.

The next day, Robb texted the group an article.

TO GROUP ‘The Ghost Fan Club (Jon fuck off)’

9:40am - Robb: “Prince Bran does the worst, most inappropriate poem at an open mic night”

9:40am - Robb: What the fuck did you do?

9:41am - Arya:

9:41am - Rickon: YOU FUCKING DIDN’T!!!!

9:41am - Sansa: i thought you were joking!

9:42am - Bran: I’m single, and the people deserve to know that my dick still works

9:42am - Jon: He’s right

9:43am - Davos: PRINCE BRAN - YOU DID NOT SAY THIS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE

9:43am - Arya: he said, and a quote ‘to answer your question, my dick does work’

9:44am - Davos: I might actually have a heart attack

9:44am - Rickon: HE NEEDS SOME MILK

9:45am - Davos: i think this is it for today. I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.

9:46am - Rickon: press f in the chat for a fallen brother

9:46am - Robb: oh...that’s cold davos

9:47am - Sansa: this year we lost our dear brother bran

9:47am - Bran: quit telling everyone i’m dead

9:48am - Sansa: sometimes i can still hear his voice

The Memes of the Royalest Kind @TheRoyalMemeFamily: The family portrait for the Stark siblings is FINALLY out!

@TheRoyalMemeFamily: they are dressed in traditional Winterfell garments - only the royals now wear them. And they stink.

RobbWinterfell: @TheRoyalMemeFamily how can this be a family portrait if i’m not there

TheRoyalMemeFamily: @RobbWinterfell ohhhhh…..you must be that imposter king. We know you’re related to the actor Richard Madden

Sansa Stark of Winterfell @PrincessSansa: also, the only reason Arya likes wearing this outfit is cause hers comes with a sword

@TheRoyalMemeFamily: @PrincessSansa can confirm this outfit was made for a child

@AryaStark: @TheRoyalMemeFamily @PrincessSansa still as sharp as a real sword

@wetbreadvevo: so...the fucking starks have been posting pics from their family photoshoot this entire time and no one has questioned it? What the fuck

3:14pm - Jon: hey, mate, you know Richard Madden in gonna be at this event night, right

3:15pm - Robb: fuck….are you serious?

3:16pm - Jon: yep, saw the guest list last night

3:17pm - Robb: *typing*

3:17pm - Jon: yes it’s too late to cancel

3:17pm - Robb: fuck

3:18pm - Robb: can we just avoid him the entire night?

3:18pm - Jon: I mean sure but it’ll be a bit rude

3:19pm - Robb: okay new plan, I’ll greet him at the event, but if you see anyone taking pictures, tackle them to the ground

3:19pm - Robb: I don’t need the girls finding photographic evidence that I’ve met him

3:20pm - Jon: you know that I know you’ve met him before right

3:20pm - Robb: yes...but the girls are gonna give me so much shit, especially if we look buddy-buddy in the photos

TO GROUP ‘The Ghost Fan Club (Jon fuck off)’

8:20am - Sansa: so

8:20am - Sansa: richard madden was at that even last night huh?

8:20am - Sansa: the fuck robb

8:21am - Robb: i’m very proud of my ability to ignore the man all evening

8:22am - Jon: he hid behind a plant at one stage

8:22am - Jon: yes, everyone noticed

8:23am - Bran: who’s the idiot now

8:24am - Arya: still you

8:25am - Bran:

The Memes of the Royalest Kind @TheRoyalMemeFamily: rare photo of Arya Stark growing up

TO GROUP ‘The Ghost Fan Club (Jon fuck off)’

2:11am - Bran: you guys

2:11am - Bran: anyone awake

2:12am - Arya: yes but i’m trying to sleep

2:13am - Bran: too late now fucknuts

2:14am - Bran: you ever think about davos hears the message alerts for this chat and just kinda….dies inside?

2:15am - Sansa: oh for sure

2:16am - Jon: I’ve seen his eyes close and pray for it

2:18am - Robb: once in a meeting, i swear i saw him almost throw his phone across the room cause you guys wouldn’t shut up and he doesn’t know how to mute his phone

2:20am - Rickon:

2:25am - Davos: i think this is how you kids say it

2:25am - Davos: mood

2:25am - Bran: DBIGIWEBGOUWR

2:25am - Arya: IUQWBIUBUIBUIBIUNOI

2:25am - Sansa: WTFFFFFFFFFFFF

2:25am - Jon: i’m fucking dreaming

2:25am - Rickon: I CAN’T BREATHE

2:25am - Robb: im

2:26am - Arya: WHAT IN THE WORLD IM LIVING

2:26am - Davos: go to bed

The Memes of the Royalest Kind @TheRoyalMemeFamily: a queen can party

@PrincessSansa: @TheRoyalMemeFamily we stan a legend

Mother of Dragons @QueenDany: @TheRoyalMemeFamily @PrincessSansa i seem to remember this was at least two bottles of wine in for you

@PrincessSansa: @QueenDany @TheRoyalMemeFamily pretty sure you were 4, but who was counting

@DailyMail: it’s highly inappropriate for a sitting monarch and other royal members to be out drinking and showcasing that online - read the article here

@QueenDany: @DailyMail

@PrincessSansa: @QueenDany @DailyMail

The Memes of the Royalest Kind@TheRoyalMemeFamily:Royal bodyguard spotted yet AGAIN with a different model

@TheRoyalMemeFamily: who is he

@PodrickPayne: @TheRoyalMemeFamily

Arya ‘Not Today’ Stark @AryaStark:

@JonSnow: @AryaStark 👀

@PrincessSansa: @AryaStark 👀

@RealBranStark: @AryaStark 👀

@RickonStark: @AryaStark 👀

@RobbWinterfell: @AryaStark 👀

@RickonStark:

@RickonStark: That’s it. That’s the tweet

8:29pm - Pod: so what youre saying is that i’m a chad?

8:29pm - Sansa: no a himbo is necessarily a chad

8:30pm - Pod: im more himbo than chad

8:31pm - Sansa: you can be a chad if you’re not a himbo but you can’t be a himbo if you’re not a chad

8:32pm - Gendry: you guys know this is the group chat right?

8:33pm - Sansa: now gendry is a chad

8:35pm - Gendry: low blow sansa

#gendrya #got fic #gendry x arya #arya x gendry #gendrya fic #my fics #chivalry fell on its sword

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its8simplejulesblog · 4 years

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Did I Ever Tell You About The Time I Got Stranded in An Airport In China?

It’s true. I was utterly alone. I mean in retrospect I wasn’t, there were hundreds of people in that airport. The difference, they spoke native Chinese and I didn’t. My family members have always been avid travelers, to the point where my mom let me, 20 at the time, travel to China alone. Of course, I was meeting up with people when I got there, but the travel part was alllllllll me. So naturally, things had to go wrong.

So here’s the sitch. Before my brother was born, during the dark ages of minimal internet, my mom joined this online group of moms that were expecting around the same time so they could ask questions and go through the experience of being pregnant for the first time together. My mom really clicked with a woman named Sandie in the group who happened to be from Australia. As we grew up, our families became really close. We would meet up with them in Florida all the time.

Eventually, we decided we would ship ourselves over to Australia for Christmas/ New Years, but that’s a different story.

More background information: My dad helped start a robotics team 21 years ago, and has become really well known in that community so he’s friends with everyone. We were contacted while we were in Australia to come meet up with another family who is really involved in robotics internationally so we went to have dinner with their family. They are an INCREDIBLE family. You know the type where they always have a ridiculous story for everything you just can’t believe it’s real? That’s what they were like. Anyway, the mom started talking about how they were opening a robotics lab in China and they take students over to teach the kids about programming and lego league and just to be pen pals; and, if you know my family at all, I immediately invited myself to go. I really was like “oh I should go with you,” out loud, and my mom looked at me and instead of saying no, she looked at this lady and she said “yeah, Julia is learning Chinese, she could go with you.” and the lady just said “yeah! ok” and I was going to China...alone haha.

Flash forward and I have to take two flights to go to China. The International flight goes sickeningly smooth. I have absolutely 0 issues, and my whole family is extremely relieved, BuT WaIT, there’s more. When I go to take the domestic flight to Fuzhou, the province that we were going to be “touring” I see that the flight is canceled. There’s an announcement over the loud speaker but I’m already panicked and it’s in rapid fire Chinese so I go to the desk instead. The lady at the desk is trying to be patient with me, but I’m clearly already freaking out and her English is broken. She manages to tell me that there was a bad wind storm so they had to postpone a lot of the flights.

Okay, postpone..that isn’t so bad, right? ALSO WRONG, it’s at this exact moment that my phone’s wifi cuts out entirely, so it’s survival mode now. I’m crying on the floor of the Shanghai airport when I hear actual English for the first time in forever (I’m apparently really good at accidental Frozen references) but I FLY towards whoever is speaking English. The culprit turns out to be these 2 guys from Canada. One of them speaks fluent Chinese and they’re helpful for about 5 minutes before they have to abandon me because their flight was rescheduled. So, we’re back to square one.

At this point, they announce that the flight is cancelled and I want to die, but the good news is my wifi comes back on. I immediately text my mom and my uncle, who my aunt met when she was in the Peace Corps in China so he starts a call with his entire family that lives in China apparently because I don’t recognize any of these people at all. The only thing they can tell me to do is to talk to a flight attendant so that’s what I do.

Imagine a group of really cute and young sorority girls hanging out when they’re approached by someone that..is just completely a mess. Yeah that’s what it was like when I went over to them. I got one of the girls to help me and again, her English was about the level of my Chinese at the time, so together we were only slightly above idiot. She tells me that the Chinese airport doesn’t let foreigners stay at the onsite hotel, so I would be able to go with her and her friend once she got off of her shift to go to a hotel.

SOUNDS SUS doesn’t it, but when you’re desperate, you’re desperate. When the flight attendant gets off of her shift I go with her to the parking garage because she booked a hotel for me. When we finally get there, this 25 year old Chinese Troy Bolton looking man whips his car around and we get in with him (completely safe, how could you not trust Chinese Troy Bolton). We drive about 30 minutes through Shanghai and honestly, it’s beautiful. It was one of those circumstances in life we’re you’re looking at the city lit up at night and you really can’t believe you’re there. It was probably one of the scariest, yet most memorable experiences of my life.

We pull into the hotel and since I finally had native speakers with me, things were going a lot smoother. The flight attendant was talking with my uncle on the phone about scheduling me a flight for the next day and she talked to the lady in the lobby about my room. At this point, I knew her pretty well because, surprise, she was actually 30 years old and had a daughter and I thought that was SO CUTE. I gave the flight attendant a hug and thanked her friend, and it was just me again.

Here’s the best part of this entire story. The only hotel they could book me in was, wait for it, a honeymoon suite. A HONEYMOON SUITE. The hallways of the hotel were covered in mirrors and the carpets were covered in flowers. Everything smelled like drugs and smoke and clearly everyone was having the time of their lives. The bathroom in the room, completely see through, the bed had a HUGE mural of Barbie’s face above it and the curtains had minnie mouse on them and I don’t know how that’s romantic at all, but you can’t make this shit up haha. If you think I’m lying, here’s a lil (horrible) photo I took of the curtains. If you want to see video, ask me in person.

At this point, I am way past delirious. I took a shower and time ceased to exist. I was so jet lagged and confused. I called my mom and after I hung up with her I immediately fell asleep. A solid 2 hours later I woke up and SCREAMED because my body clock was so off, I thought it was the next day and I had missed my next flight. I called my mom crying again, and she told me it had only been two hours so I went back to bed. When I finally woke up at the right time my uncle, god bless this man, got on the phone with me and helped me talk to the people at the desk. They got a cab for me and I trudged back to the airport.

2nd times the charm, except, I need to get my boarding pass printed out at the help desk, which has a line of about the entirety of the Chinese population. Fun fact about China too, they don’t know what a straight line is. This is just fact, they just cut straight to the front and shove each other out of the way. This took me way too long to realize, and after I stood in this line for about 2 hours, I realized that I was going to have to assimilate. So there I was, a puny stick of a human, elbowing grown Chinese men out of my way to get this pass while my uncle and 300 relatives are on the call with me.

I get to the the desk and surprise, the person is not helpful at all so I do what any actually insane person would do and I just continued walking my way through security to the gates. I get filtered into bag check of which, I don’t even have a bag so I just walk up to the desk anyway to see if anyone else can help me.

After the longest 5 minutes of my life my SAVIOR of a 22 year old tiny little man decides to give me his attention. I don’t know HOW. I don’t. Know. How. But he manages to print a boarding pass for me and my soul left my body because at this point I had 30 minutes to get to my flight so I thank him and SPRINT and I mean really book it through security to the plane. I finally made it.

Granted, the trip was entirely worth that stress. The kids I met in China were incredibly kind. They called me a Disney Princess and wrote me love letters and gave me hugs even though it was clear I didn’t know shit about coding. It was just amazing to be there as a friend and role model for them. I stood in front of them and spoke Chinese and encouraged them to keep learning English and it was the most grounding experience of my life, because it was clear that they didn’t have much.

We went to five cities while we were there to tell the kids about lego league and cooperation and teamwork. I sat in on meetings with school board professionals and on interviews with students that wished to continue their education abroad in America. I learned so much about the systematic education there and there is nothing I want more than to go back there. The kids have already invited me back to their homes, and I have never met anyone more welcoming and kind. So think twice before you make jokes about the Corona Virus.

At the end of the day, this trip defines what I want to do. There is nothing like stepping entirely out of your comfort zone to explore. There is nothing like shocking a bunch of Chinese men with your ability to use chopsticks. There is nothing like putting aside biases and language barriers and simply treating people like people. Everywhere I go, I think of that place as a new home to me, and I can’t wait to be home there again.

Also..the next semester when I got back, we learned the airport and travel unit at school in Chinese class, such is life I guess.

Here are some pictures from China.

-Julia

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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Mafia BTS! Seeing you for the first time (Hyung Line)

Note: This imagine won't necessarily have all the members belonging to the same mafia. I thought having them all as the leaders would make a better plot so......here you go.

[Here's the link to the maknae line imagine: Mafia BTS! Seeing you for the first time (Maknae Line) ]

Kim Seokjin:

The night was falling and the cold wind grew more furious. Jin stood in an alley infront of a small coffee shop. He impatiently tapped his foot, waiting for a call from his gang members for an update. Any deal that gave him more power and control was important to him. To any passerby, he was just an ordinary man, waiting for a friend, perhaps. But they didn't know that this was The Kim Seokjin, the man every single soul feared. Everyone knew who he was but no one ever saw his face. Jin liked being mysterious. He enjoyed how people were afraid of something they only heard but never saw.

The light from the coffee shop illuminated the alley along with the small street lamps the area had. Hearing a bell ring, he looked up to see the door of the shop open, giving away the chatters of people. But he couldn't take his eyes off after that. His eyes fixated on a certain waitress who looked stunning.

You laughed as you conversed with the customers, taking their orders simultaneously. You tucked a strand of your hair that seemed to have escaped your ponytail. A warm and fuzzy feeling embraced Jin after he saw you.

He saw you as an angel on this dark and cold night. He moved a little closer to get a better look. He felt captivated by every inch of you. Your eyes, your smile, your rosy cheeks. But your lips, he truly wanted to feel them against his.

He started thinking about what were the odds that you could be his. After all, he was in a dangerous mafia. Why would an angel like you, want a devil like him?

Before he knew, his legs had started walking towards the cafe, his business deal long forgotten. With a smirk planted on his lips, he pushed open the door as he thought,

"Accept me or not, you are already mine."

Kim Namjoon:

The car made a swift turn onto the empty road. Namjoon's phone lit up with a notification on the passenger seat. He looked away from the road to see his phone. It was a text from one of his gang members asking him about his whereabouts. With a sigh, namjoon grabbed the phone with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel. He was truly tired. He really wanted to run away for a while. For him, his life was a big void. He wished he could get rid of it.

He quickly typed in a reply to his accomplice and left the phone on the passenger seat. He looked up just in time to see a person run across the road. He swerved the car off it's path to avoid any accidents and hit the breaks. Even though he could have just run over whoever came in his way, he didn't wanna take anyone's life that night.

He caught his breath and looked at the person who seemed to be frozen in the middle of the road. He got down the car to question the person. On getting closer, he realised it was a girl (you). You hid your face behind your hands. Namjoon looked between his car and your figure.

Why exactly were you out at this hour?

"Hey" he called out since you didn't move at all. You flinched and slowly put your hands away. Namjoon's breath hitched as he took in your face. You were breathtaking, indeed. You always knew you were pretty, hence, the reason why your so called father used you to get money.

His eyes landed on the cut on your forehead. He frowned, thinking of how you could've gotten that. On further inspection, he saw your busted lip. Your eyes showed fear and panick. But before he could ask you anything, you finally spoke up. "I'm so sorry for the trouble but I really have to go before he finds me."

In that very moment, it became clear that you were running from someone. And namjoon wanted to protect you. He hadn't quite seen a girl like you. And from what just happened, he could tell you didn't really know who he was. He thought of this as a chance to be loved not for what he does but for who he really is. He didn't wanna let you out of his sight. He already felt so intrigued by you. And hearing your voice only made him want you more.

Before you could leave, he grabbed your hand to stop you.

"Let me come between you and whatever is trying to hurt you."

Min Yoongi:

He pinned another photo of you to his wall. There were about a hundred other photos of you. It had been a while since Yoongi had laid his eyes upon you. At first, you were just someone he was gonna use against his rival gang since you happened to be very close to the leader. But after he saw your photos, he just had to see you.

He knew everything about you. He knew your family, your friends, where you lived and everything he needed to know. The only thing he couldn't figure out was why you were friends with that shitty excuse of a gangster. Until finally he realised that you had no clue about your friend's doings. He had felt absolutely proud of his assumptions about you. He could tell you were innocent and pure. And he really wanted to see you before he planned your kidnapping.

So he stood, outside your university where you were just moving in to the dorms. He made sure he wore his hoodie to not be noticed by anyone. Seeing as you were new to this town, you wouldn't have known him anyway. But he couldn't risk it. What if you told your friends that you'd seen someone strange and they ended up figuring everything out? Then all his plans would be destroyed.

He made his way to the dorms and looked around until he spotted you. You had a box in your hand, full of your belongings. You carefully carried it to your room. At first, he couldn't get himself to move. He just wanted to stay there and take in every inch of you. But the thought of being closer to you finally got him to move.

Yoongi took the note he had written for you and started walking towards you. Right as he reached you, he gently nudged your shoulder, causing you to stop in your track. You were very clumsy, you didn't wanna end up falling infront of all the people you were gonna be staying with for sometime. So you stopped to make sure you weren't gonna fall after someone accidentally crashed into you, well, almost crashed.

"Excuse me miss, I think this is yours." Yoongi called you and reached out his hand to give the note to you. You frowned and glanced at your box. It was closed, there was no way anything could have fallen. Yoongi took that time to admire you. His head filled with the things he wanted to do to you. He snapped back to reality when he heard your voice.

"Not sure if that's mine." you said as you struggled to hold the heavy box. "It is yours, I saw it fall. Take it." the stranger urged you to take the paper. You couldn't see his face clearly because of his black hoodie. All you could see were his lips. You were a bit disappointed when you couldn't see the owner of the deep and raspy voice you'd just heard. Seeing his lips pull into a smirk, you realized you were checking him out. You quickly took the paper from him and said a thank you before going your way. You weren't in a hurry, you were embarrassed. You knew you were blushing and you weren't sure if you wanted anyone to see that. Reaching your room, you unfolded the paper to find out that this certainly didn't belong to you.

"Mine. Only mine."

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok was liked by the people of the town. Although everyone was well aware that he ran the biggest mafia in the whole of Seoul, they couldn't help but like him. He did good for the people but when someone pissed him off, he could get very very scary. Everyone always stayed on his good side in order to never be victim to his angry side. It pissed him off most of the time. Having people behave fake infront of him because they were scared of the power he held, was something he was tired of. He wanted someone to be honest with him. He enjoyed the look of fear on everyone's faces but it didn't work anymore. So when he saw his driver being yelled upon by someone, it did make him angry but when he saw you, it all went away. He didn't know you but he sure as hell wanted to.

He had just left the building where he had a meeting when he saw the commotion near his car. He slowly made his way to you and interrupted your ranting, "May I ask what's bothering you, miss?" You turned to look at him. "Why don't you ask this idiot right here?" You said, pointing to the driver who had crashed your new car.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows at his driver, urging him to talk. After being explained what had happened, Hoseok hummed and turned to you. You stood there with your arms crossed and slightly pouting. This made his heart flutter. And judging from your unbothered look upon his arrival, Hoseok figured that you, somehow, had no clue who he was.

"I'm sorry for his mistake. Perhaps you'd let me treat you to dinner tonight as an apology?" He said, praying that you say yes. But this only made your frown more. "Why are you apologizing?" You asked, clearly confused as to why this stranger was apologizing to you for someone else's mistake.

"He happens to be my driver." He gave you a guilty smile. You widened your eyes in realization. Why were you so stupid? "So, about that dinner?" Hoseok asked you again. He noticed the crowd around them and the shocked looks on the faces of the people. Of course they were shocked. They'd never seen Hoseok interact with a girl, let alone ask her out. Also, since when did Jung Hoseok apologize for anything?

You wanted to give this man a piece of your mind too, seeing as he was the owner of the car but you were too tired for another argument. If you said he wasn't handsome, you'd be lying.

One dinner wouldn't hurt right? And he seemed nice too. So you gave him a small smile and nodded. Hoseok smiled, thinking about how he wasn't gonna let you leave once you went out with him. But you were clueless about this, surely he didn't seem like someone who ran a mafia, right?

"I can hardly call my heart mine, because it is so full of you."

This was my first imagine. I hope y'all like it. I'll be updating the maknae line soon. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Open Coffin | Chapter 25: “We Are Forever”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, flashback in cursive (i know I hate it too), if you´ve read the previous chapter you know what's coming so I won't tag it here, canon divergence, oh also it's Christmas time in this,

Word count: 5200

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Six months, one hundred and eighty-two days quickly dissolved themselves into an endless stream of starry nights, heartful laughter, lingering kisses and a whole bunch of magic.

Kol was a great teacher from the beginning, delving deep into what was once his reality before he was turned into a vampire. You saw it in his eyes when he would rave about the possibilities of magic and the execution of it. He loved it. And you loved that he loved it.

Your new powers were a different story. You didn't have control over them whatsoever. Many accidental aneurysm or fire-related accidents later you were ready to just lock them away again. But Kol insisted to keep the training going, all the while documenting anything and everything with a Polaroid camera he picked up along the way...

“We have to commemorate these moments” Is what he said. So you did. And the enormous photo album resting on the backseat of the car is proof of that.

It's nearing twilight now, early in the morning, and the soft rocking of the car makes you almost fall asleep. Kol has been watching as your head dropped, nodding, then jerks up as you awoke, then slowly drops again. Over and over.

You blame it on the early hours and the movement of the car, which could make you fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Even back when you were younger, you always managed to fall asleep in the carriage, dropping your head on into Damon's chest who huffed and puffed but tried his best not to wake you.

But it was much colder then, in the carriage back then, especially in the winter times nearing Christmas. now that´s it´s nearing Christmas.

And boy did the people of Mystic Falls love their Christmas celebrations. Even now, everywhere you look there are string lights on the houses, waving Santa´s in the yard and glittering reindeers that almost gives you a seizure.

“Remind me why exactly we're back here again?” You groan, watching the sign disappear in the side view mirror. “Don't tell me we're spending Christmas with Stefan and Damon and the Mystic Falls Gang. If so, we either need to turn around right now, or we need to get drunk. Preferably both. ”

Kol chuckles “You´ll see.”

“It's not because of her, is it? The last thing I need is Mae´s lying ass.”

“She's not here.” He shakes his head “But- you cannot push everyone away, you know?”

“But I have you. I don't need anybody else, hell, I don't even like anybody else.” You grumble and look back out of the window.

As the care engine sings to the lone roads, you relish the roaring winds that twirl and twist your hair, like strings that hang from a scooters handlebars. On whim, you reach back, searching the backseat for the photo album. You'd rather bask in those memories than to watch this miserable town unfold before your eyes.

The first pages are filled with pictures taken along Route 95 all the way down to Miami. Then followed Cuba, Brazil right down to Greece, Italy and the rest of Europe.

But arguably your favorite memory was one of the first nights in Cuba…

“I brought you a gift. Something to remember me by.” Kol said, his hair and clothes drenched in the summer rain. He settled next to you on the bench seat overlooking the city and hands you an elongated velvet box.

“Looks fancy. Where did you get it?” You asked, “You stole it, didn't you?”

“It's hardly stealing if my charm acquired it, now is it?”

“That's not your charm, that's compulsion, you idiot. You're so cheap.”

He laughed and you swore your heart is tumbling over itself. You missed seeing him with this thrive for living.

“Will you open it or just insult me?”

“Maybe I insult you a little more and then open it, who knows?” You shrugged your shoulders, and he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief

“Fine, I'll spare you the roasting.”

Opening the claps in the front, the velvet box snapped open with small resistance.

Filigree silver vines wrapped themselves into a star, the edges cut in silver with diamonds artfully arranged where the silver meets the vines. The silver necklace attached was so shiny it was blinding. And beautiful.

“We fell in love under the stars, but you will always be my favorite one,” Kol said, and reached for the necklace, slipping it around your neck and carefully clasped it shut.

Looking down it was right within your view, shining blindingly on your chest You'd just have to look down to always see it. “I love it, thank you so much.”

It wasn't one of favorite because he brought you some lavish gift, but because it was the first time you realized that this is your life now. No Klaus behind you, no dagger in sight. You were finally free, on your own terms.

You trace your fingers along the edges of the picture he took right after he gave you the necklace and you're smiling yourself at how ridiculously happy you look. And happiness looks good on you.

Kol glances over from the driver seat, a smile replicating on his face and he almost forgets the dumbing, scratching pain that's thumping in his veins.

Then, he remembers why he's actually going back to Mystic Falls. Not to give you a chance to visit your brothers or any other D-tour. He came back to die...

6 months ago - Salvatore Boarding House

“Tell me what we have to do to save her.”

Kol´s question stood in the room, unanswered and demanding.

“We could anchor her power to someone, as a conduit of sorts.” Mae explained “That way it ain't gonna overpower her. But, and here is the big but, we need a powerful counteract and none of us is powerful enough” She looks at Stefan and Damon beside her.

“Then I will,” said Kol.

“Then here's the catch, you ain't gonna survive it. It would swallow you whole.” She says, and Kol nods almost having expected that outcome. Magic always comes with a price.

Stefan and Damon shared a look of worry, but remain silent for the time being. It wasn't like they would ever think of choosing Kol over you. But they also know that you would be devastated and likely, go off the deep end when Kol has to pay his debt.

“How long do I have?” Kol asks.

“If we slow down the process, about 6 months. Give or take.”

“Absolutely not.” Klaus finally spoke, shaking his head “I will not allow you to be harmed.”

Kol had heard enough. His brother had never cared about whether he lived or died, so he wasn't allowing him to start now.

“Weren't you the one that put me in a box whenever you felt like it? Oh right, it was you, wasn't it?” Kol's fake smile faltered and his features became stern “Your care for my well being comes a thousand years too late.”

Klaus was wide-eyed with fear, and everyone in the room shared a look at this uncanny feature of the mighty Hybrid. Then, Klaus´ shell closes, and he returned to his stoic demeanour.

“Then go ahead, ruin yourself for her. See if I care.” With that Klaus marches out of the room, infuriated with everyone remaining.

Kol looked after him, both saddened and relieved with his departure. But he expected nothing less than disapproval. Perhaps it will be the last time at least. “We better start before he comes back with the entourage,” said Kol.

“I´ll call one of my witches then.” Mae said and pulled out her phone “Are you positive you want to do this? She's gonna be devastated.”

“There is no other choice. This is my fault, and I intend to make it right.” He said with a heavy heart. Then he looks at all remaining people in the room “All I ask of you is to keep this to yourselves. She deserves these months of peace. If this is all I can give, I will.”

“Sure, whatever you need,” Stefan says, knowing that nobody in this room would be likely to receive your forgiveness once you found out. But nobody, and of that he's certain, will waver from this decision to risk your good graces if it means saving your life.

Everything comes with a price.

You snap your fingers in front of Kol´s face, trying to get him back from wherever he wandered to in his mind. “Hey! Earth to Kol?”

Touching his shoulder brings him back to reality. He doesn't jump, but the tiniest swerve on the road gives him away. He was deep into whatever he thought about.

It's very unlike him.

“You okay?” You ask him and he nods and flashes you a reassuring smile, before concentrating on the road.

“I love this. It's so unnecessary.” You chuckle, waving your hand to turn the photobooks page with your magic powers.

The car swerves again, this time crossing the outer white restriction lines and the tires meet the grass briefly, almost dipping into the ditch, before he regains control.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing. Saw something on the road.” He brushes it off and settles back into his seat, flinching as his back touches the seat. When your concerned look catches his eye, he turns to the sideview mirror, pretending to look at something to evade it.

Is he.. ....Evading gaze, elevated heartbeat - yep, he's lying through his teeth.

“Let's just take a break up there. I need to stretch my legs.” You point to the next driveway and Kol takes a left to a what seems like an unvaccinated house.

Once there, he shifts the stick into parking, and you seize the opportunity to roll up the sleeve of his shirt. His entire shoulder is spotted with ash colored veins travelling in every direction.

“What the hell is this?”

“It's the spell.” He confesses, defeated with guilt.

“What spell?”

“The one to keep you alive.”

A conducting binding spell is killing him and it's all your fault. That's all you could take away from his explanation of what saved your life.

With your heart pounding and your fingers shaking, you turn page after page trying to search for anything to stop or reverse the spell. Kol is hellbent on going through with his suicide mission, but you´re not giving up that easily. Not after everything you went through to find each other again.

“Please don't be angry with me.” Kol´s voice is fearful and filled with uncertainty, shaky even.

“I'm not angry, I’m-” You pause, balling your fist on the dusty table “ I´m not accepting this. You´re not dying for me, I´m not gonna let you.”

“And you´re not dying for me, darling. It’s settled. "He counters, and steals the book from your hands, setting it aside ”Now please, there's nothing to find.”

“Why didn't you tell me? I would´ve never used my powers if-”

“There was no other choice. They would have torn you apart.”

“And you think this won't?”

He cracks a smile and shakes his head as if the question was nothing but ridiculous. “You´re resilient, darling. There is nothing you cannot survive.”

“And what if I´m not strong enough for what happens next? To be alone again?”

“I will be there with you even if you won't be able to see me. I´ll always be right here.” He says, brushing his finger along the silver string of your necklace.

...Something to remember me by. He told you back then, but you didn't listen closely enough. Why don't you just listen?

“Now, before it's too late, dance with me He hops to his feet and outstretched his arm, offering you a last dance "Please."

“Why do I always have to say goodbye to you on Christmas? It's supposed to be a happy day.”

He whispers an apology full of regret and shame and pulls you into his direction.

You wrap your arm around his neck as much as you can reach. You don't want to let go because you know that if you did, you won't be able to hold him again. This is it, the deathly goodbye that wasn't supposed to knock on either one of your doors. And where does that door lead to? Will he regret his decision? Will he be...in pain? What if-

“I can feel you overturning every stone in that beautiful head of yours. You don't have to worry about me, if this is how my life is supposed to end then I count myself luckiest of all to die with you next to me.”

“I can't do this without you. There is no way. ”

“You can.” He says, “And that's all I want. You do not need me. You are destined for greatness all on your own.”

“You´re wrong. I do need you. I like myself best when I'm with you.”

“You and I are kindred spirits, no doubt about it, but you are everything you need to be. Smart, strong, fierce and so beautiful it ruins me. Promise me you won't let my death take away who you are.”

You nod and bury your face in his chest, trying to memorize every beat of his heart, every smell and touch. You can´t make any promises you´re sure not being able to keep, but if it brings him peace, you´ll try to fulfil his wish.

The swaying carries on and so does the fire, the day outside coming into its full highest point. Kol is reminiscing of times past, From the first time, he saw you in the streets of New Orleans, to your reunion right to the endless memories mad ever the last 6 months. And you just listen to his voice carrying away.

Then amidst his stories, his slow movements falter and he buckles, almost folding on his knees.

This is it. The time has come.

You help him to the nearby couch and he scrambles, searching for your hand. Terror is written over his face

“I'm right here.”

Watching him is like flowing in a current downstream with nothing to grab on to. You have no choice but to accept your lack of control.

Then, one of Kol´s lesson crossed your mind, and you took his hand, concentrating on the pain running through his every atom.

He pulls his hand away in an effort to spare you discomfort, but you grab it again, holding on tight. He shakes his head again trying to get away a second time.

“It's okay. I´m okay.” You reassure him and he relaxes as an estuary of dark gritty pain connects to your veins.

It's unbearable. Incending. Numbing.

You don't know where his pain ends and yours begins, but it sees to lessen his, so you carry on, clenching your jaw to hide discomfort.

“Be free. My favorite star.” A tear slips from his eye and smiles, struggling along the letter as if they´re double-edged swords. He winces in pain, clenching his teeth, as the decayed grey crawls up his upper body.

You lean forward, kiss his lips for the last time and with another shallow breath and he fades out of life, the remnants of his last smile fading with him.

The finality of his departure settles into your bones and with it, one single word passes your lips.

Incendia.

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You´ve watched many people die, at your own hand or someone else's, and it brings nothing but one undenying truth; death picks apart every single shell you have created, self-made or forced upon. It tears apart your identity, rips apart all you have known and makes you doubt everything you have yet to learn.

And watching Kol die was self-annihilation in every aspect of the word.

Minutes have passed, sitting amongst your created chaos, coming apart at the seams with fire licking around the room like it means to play.

Then, from a distance, you hear voices.

Soon, hands pull at the fabric of your clothing, helping you to your feet. You drag your eyes from Kol´s burning body, to look into Stefan and Damon panic-filled eyes. They want to save you. Surely they know that it's far too late to save you now, yet they pull you away, naive to the anewed darkness of the world - your world.

“Y/N?” Stefan carefully touches your shoulder, nudging you to move “Hey, look at me.”

But his words fall on deaf ears.

This is the point where you´re supposed to break down in tears with every bit of regret boiling to the surface. But you feel numb, you can´t process the sound of his voice or the worried looks from both of them, all you can see are the flames and the smell of burning flesh reaching out of the house.

Kol's burning and you're drowning...

...and drowning

...and drowning.

“I'm sorry.” Stefan says, his hand still placed on your shoulder “I tried to reason with him, but he insisted.“ Stefan stiffens once he let the words slip out of his mouth, realizing his slip up much too late.

You turn to him slowly, finally dragging your eyes away from the fire. Stefan backs away and raises his hands in the air “I can explain.”

“How could you?!” You shove him away from you with much less force he deserves. You punch against his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he doesn't back away or resists. He lets it happen.

But Damon has had enough. “Knock it off!” He stands in between you and Stefan “There was no other way! You would've died!”

“Then I would be dead right now!" You scream, against the uproaring wind "Instead…..How am I supposed to live like this, knowing that he died because of me because I couldn't leave the past in the past!”

“This is not your fault. You have to know that.” Stefan says, stepping out of Damon's shielding.

But Damon steps in front of him again. “I would choose you over one of them any day. If that makes me the bad guy, so be it. I don't need you to be okay with this.”

You could believe your ears. One of them….how insulting. Kol is….was nothing like his siblings.

“What about what I needed? After everything I did to make up for my mistakes you thank me with this?”

“What did you want us to do? We´are family, we couldn't just-”

“Family.." You scoff " you're throwing that word around like it's supposed to mean something to me. I have no idea what having a family feels like. Scolded by Mom, punished by Dad and shoved aside by you two - I was left out of everything, and I should've known better than to expect it's ever gonna change"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm telling you to fuck off and leave me alone. I have to scrape by boyfriends ashes from the floor."

“You want to be alone? Fine.” Damon says “But this is your fault, not ours. Blame yourself. "

Damon looks at you with disapproval, perhaps even disgust, then takes a few steps back, taking in the burning mess you created before he turns and walks away.

Stefan calls after him, desperate trying his best to be the Mediator as he's always been, but it's no use.

"No, let him go. He's right. I ruin everything I touch. Just go or you might be next."

"Y/N.."

"Go. Or I will make you. "

The mansion exterior was duller and less impressive as you remembered it. The paint seems faded, the trimmed hedges uncared for - it looks like the house is in mourning. Perhaps it is.

Knocking on the front door, you up to the balcony on the western side of the house. The railing where you sat with Kol and head a heart to heart with Stefan is barely visible from your vantage point. It feels so distant in the past and yet too close for comfort.

If you could only turn back time, perhaps you wouldn´t stand here alone.

The front door unlocks with a squeak and Elijah steps into view, his face in a veil of grief. He must´be known. Everyone did but you.

“Please do come in. “ He says and steps aside.

Much like the exterior, the interior felt nothing compared to what you remember it as. Or perhaps you just lost all senses of beauty.

Elijah careful watches your steps, not waiting for an attack, rather to assert the situation.

“I´ll make it short. “ You say, noticing his discomfort. “I need you to hold onto Kol´s ashes. I can´t- I think you should have them. Promise me you´ll guard them with your life.”

“You have my word.” He assures you and carefully takes the urne out of your hand and places it on the table in the middle of the room, next to a fresh cut of flowers.

You can't help but wonder if somewhere down the line only a ceramic urn filled with ashes is all that´ll be left of you.

“Please, do not blame yourself.” Elijah says “Kol deserve much better than what we offered, but you were never at fault for the circumstances that led to this.”

“I know.”

There was no point arguing, you know your truth, and however delusional Elijah is, he has his truth as well. But no consulting words will reflect that fact that you´re a fault. You and nobody but you.

“I, uh, I better go” You continue “I'm sorry for everything I put you through with...you know. I don't know why I let it escalate like this.”

He shakes his head and waves the problematic past away like its nothing but a bee on a hot summer day.

“Vengeance persuades even the strongest minds.” He says “It's a disease even we have to abstain from. With mild successes, of course.”

With a last look of all that remains of Kol, you bid farewell to Elijah and slip out of the door. You make it about halfway to the parked car before an intense and calculating stare digs holes into your backside.

Klaus.

“If you want to kill me for breaking the truce, just get it over with.” You say to him, leaning back on the car door.

“I didn't come to harm you.” He says, his voice calm and collected.

“Then why did you? To laugh at how much I lost?”

He swallows “Do you think that low of me?”

I do. Is what you want to say, but by the look on your face, Klaus knew the answer to his question before you could even open your mouth. So you said nothing.

“I came here to give you this. Kol left it before you embarked on your journey.” He continues and hands you a sealed letter.

Your heart sinks as the paper touches your fingers and you have to refrain yourself from crying on the spot.

“If it is any consolation, I am… I regret it had to come to this. In truth, Kol was centuries ahead of me and my pursuits. He was never tied to our promise and I envied and punished him for it.” He pauses, and finally drags his eyes from the floor “And I punished you for achieving what all my efforts could have never brought; unconditional love.”

You´ve heard several claims out of Klaus' mouth, threats of painfully detailed ways of death and torment, but none ever seems so sincere than what he just said. It makes you wonder if perhaps under this facade lies nothing but the same insecure, angry creature you have been shaped into, desperately searching for some sort of closure.

And it made you sick knowing that you sacrificed everything pursuing his downfall. How delusional you were. How destructively selfish.

“You know I can't figure you out.” You say, “I don't know if this is the real you or the big ego version.”

“Well, that will remain a mystery, I´m afraid.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes at his beaming regained confidence.

Klaus opens his mouth, to say something, but he changes the topic “You have proven yourself to be quite the nuisance. And a skilled opponent. Until we meet again.”

“Don't count on it.” You reply before hopping into the car, shifting the stick into drive and flooring the car, leaving Klaus in the dust.

One last stop until you´ll leave this town behind, this time for good. Nothing good comes out of Mystic Falls.

Holes and ripped pavement litter the once smooth black roads leading out of Mystic Fall. Six months ago, with the same green hue of the city sign in sight, you couldn't wait to leave. Back then you had a purpose and somewhere to go. But now….where do you go when the only home you´ve ever known is gone? When home was always tied to a person rather than a place? What do you do?

Six months so quickly dissolved themselves into an endless stream of starry nights, heartful laughter and lingering kisses. But now those experiences are layered with the veil of grief and regret and you feel ashamed and angry because of it. Your memories, nor Kol deserved to be frowned upon. Perhaps in the years to come, you would finally be able to smile rather than being drowned by them.

You reach over to the passenger seat, enclosing your trembling fingers around the paper edges of Kol´s letter. You twist it in your hand a few times, contemplating if you could handle reading it, or if it's better to store it away until you're more collected.

Get a grip, just open it.

It's just a letter...

It’s not just a letter.

With shaking but determined hands, and eyes ready to burst with tears, you read Kol´s handwritten words:

My darling,

Words could never describe how sorry I am to leave you. In all of my time alive and awake, I have never felt happier than when I was with you next to me. Leaving you will be the hardest challenge I will ever have to face.

But with the time we spend in mind, I will gladly sacrifice my life for you to flourish. So, please don´t mourn me, I'd give my life for you several times over if I had to.

You have been my steady rock, my lighthouse in the dark, my best friend, the keeper of my heart and the love of my life - and you will forever remain so.

You have not only quelled my rage but you understood me like no one had before. You understood me better than I did myself. You did not wish to change me like everyone had the intention to. You accepted me for who and what I was, and for that, I could never repay you or love you enough, when you have already loved me more than I deserved to be.

And you deserve nothing but the greatest life you've dreamed of. Live the life you´ve always wanted, live it for the both of us and don't even think about hiding that beautiful smile of yours in sorrow. I will know.

But fear not, this is not the end of us my favorite star, you and I, we are forever.

Eternally yours,

Kol.

Slow desolate tears run from your unblinking eyes, dripping steadily on the sheet of paper. The tears weren´t even half running dry, and you felt empty.

You havenßt experienced this feeling before. The pain was still there, but not raw as it has been all those centuries - now it´s a steady companion, a part of you can´t so easily bury.

But you will try to run from it, that´s a given.

As the city limits disappear in the rearview mirror, you think about how many seemingly good things must rest on the shoulders of something terrible. All you've longed for was nothing but freedom and instead, anger took over what sense of reality you had left, and the only person you cannot be without paid the price.

What else is there to hope for, to thrive for when your actions have brought nothing but doom?

However good one´s intentions, in the end, everything ends either in blood or ashes, bound in shallows and in miseries, lost in darkness and distance.

But there is one silver lining… this is not the end. It cannot be. The shadows are calling, and who better to answer than someone who is homeless to the world with nothing left to lose.

Perhaps this is a new beginning, one with sorrow and grief but with open possibilities. A new awakening, your own un-daggering….your own Open Coffin.

Author Note: And that's a wrap!!! For now at least. But there will definitely be a sequel to this in the future.

I might be inclined to write little timestamps from Kol and the reader's adventures. I couldn't put all of them in this chapter or it would´ve been totally unbalanced with anything else.

For now, though, I want to thank you for sticking with this story. I know it has been such a long time since I've started it and it evolved into something completely different from what I've planned and though it comes with many flaws, it's something I'm proud to have written.

And I want to thank each and every one of you who decided to read, comment and leave feedback. Without you, this would be a very lonely experience.

I have ideas for the second book, season - or whatever you like to call it. One is more going into thriller type of thing set within the TO universe. The other one would be a little more true to what we´ve seen in the show, and the other one is a more on the fantasy side.

I haven't decided fully on anything yet, so if you have any input at all, I would appreciate it if you would share it with me.

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