#well. not forgetting you'd sent it. forgetting i needed to actually sit and finish replying to it because my concept of time has Eroded

[iamjessemccartney]

hi hello you already know exactly who i wanna know about i read about him once in wahmar and fell in love hello kaolin clay

🎮💍🐷💙🍝🤔

for caolan! (hi midnight :3)

🎮 three hobbies?

1.) photography! he is a photojournalist by trade- and he just likes doing photography for fun. he develops his own pictures in his own "darkroom-" the living room of his apartment that he rigged with blackout curtains and lamps fitted with red bulbs specifically so he can do this on his own time and his own terms. he actually went to school for this, now that i think about it, so he has extensive knowledge of how to do everything himself

2.) he doesnt necessarily practice in radio or music at all, but he likes them a lot. his dad used to work at a radio station before he was drafted, and caolan used to Love listening to him on the air whenever he could (he loved being in the booth, too, on the special occasions where his dad would take him into work). he knows the general things of what it takes to produce a good radio show, thanks to things his dad had taught him. his dad also used to play guitar, and taught him a bit, so he has some lingering knowledge of the basics (along with his dad's favorite acoustic model), even though he doesn't really play.

3.) fashion and makeup, i guess! he is goth through and through, and loves playing around with his looks. he goes out to clubs a lot, and will switch things up to match the atmosphere (and fit certain dress codes)- but of course he always comes out looking Pretty. all in all, though, his fashion is an extension of who he is, and he takes his presentation very seriously.

💍 any piercings?

So Many. multiple ear piercings- classic lobe piercings, but also multiple helix piercings on each ear. tongue stud. there has been speculation on whether or not he would have/get his nipples pierced. i'm also realizing now that he would look cute with an eyebrow piercing... he should have more.

🐷 favorite animal?

cat, most likely! he likes all animals, honestly (depending on the circumstances, anyway), but he has a soft spot for cats. there's a stray that comes around the apartment that he used to live in, and he would feed her and spend time with her whenever they crossed paths. there was at least one occasion where the family that runs the restaurant under his apartment had come to open up shop in the morning, and found him sitting on the sidewalk outside the building with the cat in his lap, having fallen asleep petting her after coming home drunk just a few hours prior.

he named her Amoretti.

💙 any powers or abilities?

well! he Is a vampire. however he is just a baby vampire, technically, so he doesn't have much to write home about aside from the fact that now he needs to drink other people's blood to survive (and he hates what he's become with every fiber of his being💖). i will be real with you i kind of forgot what Vampire Powers are in the constraints of his reality but i do remember that he will, at one point, get Strong, and. have hypnosis-type powers.

🍝 favorite food?

any of his family's recipes, or anything that reminds him of home. he was the family freak, but his family was always pretty supportive of him and his choices (the ones that he made public, at least). his mother, father, and nonna had the best cooking skills out of everyone, though, if you ask him. (he misses them a lot)

🤔 any specific quirks or mannerisms?

he's a bitch. and a slut.

longer answer- he almost always had his sights on getting laid when he went Out somewhere. everyone was always so beautiful, and there was always at least one person that really caught his eye- and who could blame him for being so cute and good in bed? one thing, though, is that if he didn't really see it going anywhere after one night- he was usually the one to leave. (he would also, sometimes, pick between his mother's irish or his father's brooklyn accent (as opposed to his own queens accent) based on who he was sizing up to flirt with, for the thought that one might land him more success than the others)

in relationships, though, he's incredibly committed and devoted. he did have the desire to settle down at one point (and maybe even have kids)- and would have already, honestly, had his last long-term relationship wound up going sour.

caolan is also a bit superstitious (as a result of being raised by a Very superstitious mother), and would claim he really doesn't buy into it too much, but he never leaves the house without the lucky rabbit's foot his mother gave him when he was a little boy. coincidentally, the final nail in the coffin with his last relationship was that his boyfriend had been getting way too invested in the occult and playing around in certain things that shouldn't be messed with, with no regard for caolan's feelings on the matter. (caolan stole this ex's prized engraved flip-top lighter while storming out of the house after their last fight. (that was not the first time he'd ever stolen from someone just to punish them))

[smok3ygoth]

SANCTUARY

Summary: After a chaotic day, you head to the pub and bump into Louis, which blossoms into something beautiful. [1.3k]

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Tonight, you find yourself at the local pub, seeking solace in your usual escape. As you sip your vodka and Coke, the familiar rhythm of the low music surrounds you, creating a comforting haze that drowns out your racing thoughts.

You swayed gently, letting the world outside fade away, if only for a little while. You'd been inside for hours, drinking and giggling to yourself, realising just how ridiculous your life had become.

"Can't fucking believe this."

After an exhausting eight-hour shift, you were so ready to unwind and enjoy some TV time with your lovely boyfriend, but then everything changed.

Once you got home, you heard squeaking from upstairs, like someone was bouncing on the bed. You didn't bother changing; you stormed up the stairs and burst into your bedroom.

"What the actual fuck?"

There, right in front of you, was one of your best friends getting bent over by your boyfriend—the guy you'd been with for five years, and someone you’d known forever.

"Wait—"

"I don't want to fucking hear it. You better be gone by the time I get back or you'll regret it." You'd said rather calmly, which is undoubtedly scarier than screaming at them.

And now, here you are at the bar, alone.

"Fuck, I need some fresh air." You grabbed your drink and went to sit outside on one of the empty benches. You reached into your back and you swore you had a pack of fags in there.

"For fucksake, could this day get any worse?" You said this right before someone accidentally spilled some of their beer on you.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" The woman apologised, but you could tell she was very pissed, so you just waved it off with a smile.

"Guess I'll just sit here and sip my drink," you said to yourself, hoping the night would turn around. You pulled out your phone, thinking about what series of movies you could dive into later to forget all this.

Then, a hand reached out in front of you, offering a cigarette. You looked up, surprised at the man standing before you. You took the cigarette and placed it between your lips as his hand came up to light it for you.

Inhaling deeply, you asked, "How did you know I needed a smoke?"

"I've seen you here a few times, crying, and I've always offered you a smoke." You blushed at his words.

Well, that's embarrassing.

Taking another long, deep inhale of the cigarette, you asked, "Aren't you that singer? What's your name?"

"Louis Tomlinson, and what may your name be, darling?" The pet name sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Why did it suddenly feel so warm?

"It's Y/N, but you can call me whatever you like. Isn't it a bit risky just hanging out at the pub with no security?"

"A bit. My fans are respectful, though, so I love seeing them when I'm out. I'm guessing you're not a fan?" he joked, a playful glint in his eye.

"I could be a fan, but I might just be hiding it. You'll never know," you replied with a laugh, feeling the chemistry spark between the two of you.

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to find out then," he chuckled, leaning in a little closer. The warmth between you felt electric, and for a moment, the earlier chaos faded away.

"So, what brings you out here tonight? Besides, you know, the vodka?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by why you would be here all by yourself.

You took another drag from the cigarette, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Honestly, I just needed a break from everything. It's been one of those days, you know?" You smiled, hoping to keep the conversation flowing.

"But now it seems like I've stumbled onto something a bit more interesting."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"You."

"You're quite bold, you know?"

"I am aware, yes." You giggle as he lights his own cigarette, offering you another since you'd finished yours.

You both sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the comforting silence that you both needed.

"Hey, Lou?"

"Yes, love?" He turned to you, a spark of intrigue in his eyes at the nickname you had given him.

"Would you like to—I don't know—be friends? We could go to my place and watch some TV since it's getting quite chilly out here, and I don't really want to drink anymore."

"Course we can, yeah. Don't want you walking home by yourself either." A smile spread across your face, gratitude shining in your eyes.

"Let's go then." You both finish your cigarettes, and you take his hand, leading the way to your place. It’s closer than Louis expected, but he’s not complaining.

Once inside, you kick off your shoes and drop your bag by the door. You quickly turn on the heating, eager to warm up from the chilly air outside.

"Would you like a drink or something?" you ask as he settles onto the comfortable sofa in the living room.

"Tea, please, love."

"On it." You smile at him as he gets comfortable on the sofa, making himself at home while scrolling through a bunch of different movies.

As you focus on making tea for both of you, your mind drifts, and you momentarily forget about your boyfriend—now ex-boyfriend.

"Y/N?" You spin around, shocked to see him still lingering in your house.

"I told you to get the fuck out."

"Wait—please let me explain!"

"What is there to explain? It was pretty obvious what was happening. I'm just curious about how long this has been going on." He avoids your gaze, mumbling.

"Hmm, what was that?"

"Two years."

"Wow. This all happened under my roof? You're fucking disgusting. Get out. Now."

"You heard her, get the fuck out." Louis spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?" Louis steps closer, wrapping his arm around your waist—a protective gesture that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Your replacement. I'm better than you, and you know it, so fuck off." Louis grinned, a mix of amusement and defiance in his eyes as he watched your ex-boyfriend storm out, slamming the door behind him.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Louis' boldness and the way he handled the situation. "Thanks for that. He really needed to go."

Louis shrugged casually. "No worries, love. No one messes with my friends like that."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, grateful for Louis' unexpected presence and unwavering support. "I owe you one, Lou."

He flashed you a warm smile. "Nah, we're friends now. That's what friends are for, right?"

Right, friends. But did you want to be just friends? Of course not. You didn't know how it happened so quickly, but you knew you had developed some romantic feelings for Louis.

"Lou?" Your voice wavered as you spoke, looking up at him with shy eyes.

"Hm?"

"I think I like you. I know we've only just gotten to know each other, but I like you, and I know you probably don't feel—" He cut off your rambling with a soft kiss on the lips, a smile spreading warmth across your face.

"What were you saying, hmm, love?" You gazed into his eyes, feeling a rush of courage. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time slower and deeper, savouring the moment as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.

"I like you too," he whispered against your lips, making you grin and kiss him harder. The world around you faded as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling the warmth of his body and the electric connection between you.

As you pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"So, what now?" you asked, a playful glint in your gaze. Louis chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Now, we take it one day at a time, together." With that, he leaned in for another kiss, and in that moment, you realised this was just the start of something truly beautiful. He had become your safe haven, your sanctuary amidst the chaos.

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This is my first fic on this app because I have no idea how to use it, and it needs more Louis fics. I'm trying to figure out how to make a masterlist and all that, but for now, I'm just going to leave this little thing here. :) P.S. This is my first fic ever, so please don't hate. Thanks! xD

Please send requests! <3

[dxkuuu]

Children// Katsuki Bakugo (Pt. 3)

⤷ pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

⤷ genre: Fluff

⤷ summary: Getting married is great and all, but Katsuki wants a bit more.

⤷ word count: 910

read part 1 here read part 2 (prev.) here

“Bakugo, get out!” Mina shouted as she threw her shoe at the door. “It’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding!”

You were getting ready for your wedding, which would be starting in two hours. Your maid of honor, Mina, was doing your makeup when Katsuki tried entering the room to talk to you.

“That’s a load of bull! I just wanna see how she’s doing,” he yelled from the other side of your bedroom door.

He’d proposed to you seven months ago, and the day of your wedding had finally arrived. You could still remember every detail of the day he finally popped the question, and just thinking of it would be enough to bring tears to your eyes. He’d taken you out to a festival one night, and paid to have ‘Will You Marry Me?’ spelled out with fireworks as he got down on his knee.

It was the most romantic thing he’d ever done for you, and it immediately sent you into tears. You were so shocked, that you fell down onto your knees and clutched onto his shirt as you sobbed the word ‘yes’ over and over again into his shoulder.

“She’s doing fine, now go!” Mina shouted as you giggled from the sidelines.

“Sorry about him, I’ll handle things. We’ll see you two at the wedding,” you heard Kirishima say with a sigh. The next thing you heard was quiet arguing that eventually disappeared.

Mina turned back to you and picked up a mirror off of your dresser and handed it to you, “What do you think?”

You looked at your reflection and put a hand over your mouth, “Oh Mina, it’s beautiful, thank you!”

“I’m glad you like it,” she smiled, “Now how do you want to style your hair?”

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You held Katsuki’s hands in your own. “You may now kiss the bride.” He caught your lips with his, and you could feel the same sparks you felt when you kissed him for the first time. Yeah, marrying him was definitely the right choice.

As he pulled away, a conversation you'd had with Izuku earlier popped into your head.

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You were still in the hotel where everyone was helping you and Katsuki get ready for the wedding. Mina had left the room to ask Kirishima about how the groom was doing, and you were putting on your shoes when you heard a knock come from the door.

"Oh, come in Mina! I'm just putting on my shoes," you said.

The door creaked open, "Oh, um, actually it's me, Izuku," you heard a voice say. Your head shot up, and you saw him standing by the door. "I can leave if now is a bad time," he said.

You shook your head, "No, now is fine. Is everything alright?"

Your ties with Izuku never really fully healed after the breakup, but that didn't mean you weren't still friends. When he heard about you getting engaged, he was genuinely happy for you. Just as how you weren't bitter when you saw him get married.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to congratulate you on your big day, is all," he mumbled sheepishly while taking a seat on a chair near you.

"Oh, alright. Thanks," you responded. The two of you sat in awkward silence for several minutes until Izuku finally decided to speak up.

"Y/n...we're alright, right?"

"What do you mean?" Sure, things between you and Izuku were tense for a while, but you eventually warmed up to each other again. You just weren't as close as you were before you started dating.

"I don't know, I just..." he trailed off.

"Izuku, I don't have any resentment for you. We weren't meant for each other, and there's nothing wrong with that! We're both happy now, so there's no point in acting like children. We're long overdue in finally moving on and putting the past behind us," you said.

He looked at you and smiled, "Yeah, I guess you're right," he stood up and began to leave, "I'll let Kacchan know you're doing alright."

"Thanks, Midoriya."

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That conversation was the last bit of closure you didn't even know you needed. As the reception began, Katsuki took your hand and led you to the ice cream sundae bar, where the two of you began making sweet sundaes for each other.

Once the two of you had your ice creams, you found a place in the shade to sit, since your wedding venue was outside. You didn't notice Katsuki watching you as you ate your ice cream, though you did finally turn to look at him when you heard him cursing under his breath. You were finished with your ice cream when you looked at him to ask what was wrong.

"My ice cream freaking melted," he said.

You laughed, "Well you could still drink it out of the cup."

"Nevermind, forget it," he replied as he took your small bowl and the remains of his ice cream and threw them away. He reclaimed his seat next to you and looked you in the eyes. He put a hand on your cheek and leaned in to give you a gentle kiss. "So, we're finally married, huh?"

You smiled, "Yeah, I guess we are."

"Something's still missing," he muttered.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He looked you in the eyes, and his next words took your breath away, "I wanna have children."

[ncitycafe-blog]

word count: 2.3k

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it was late, about 10 pm, but you were in a relatively safe part of downtown so you felt safe walking alone, and your apartment wasn't too terribly far. shops were closing one by one, most of your light came from the amber glow of the street lamps with the occasional fluorescent hue from still open convenience stores and office buildings. you were stopped at a light and took time to admire what was around you. there was something so peaceful about the night, you almost got lost in it. up until there was a grip on your elbow, it was gentle but it was so sudden you almost let out a scream.

"babe, sorry!" you looked up a man with slightly longer brown locks. one, mind you, you did not recognize, "i had to close tonight and it took a little longer than usual, i should've texted you to wait inside."

does he have you mistaken for someone else? just as you are about to politely tell him you have no clue what he is on about, he leans down and whispers in your ear.

"if you slyly look over your right shoulder, you'll see a shady looking man. he's been following you for a few blocks now."

you look and, sure enough, you make eye contact with a guy wearing all black and he quickly averts his gaze to look away from you. either way, you had two choices: take the chance of the prince-like stranger being a complete lunatic or take the chance of the guy behind you blitz attacking you the moment he had the opportunity. you took your chances with your knight in shining armor or...nice suit rather.

"it's okay!" you reply cheerily, playing along with the ruse he started, "wanna grab something at the diner before we get home?"

"yeah, sounds great!"

with that, he grabs hold of your hand and the light gives you the go ahead to walk. the guy still follows you two, but now from across the street where he every so often sneaks a quick glance. luckily, he seems to continue walking once you step inside the diner.

"so," you start after the both of you order milkshakes and he gets a burger, "to whom is it i owe thanks for my rescue. and, just to let you know, i carry pepper spray and a pocket knife at all times. that is both a threat and me telling you i could have handled it."

he chuckles, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, "johnny seo."

your blood runs cold at that moment. johnny seo? infamous mafia member under Nterprises? maybe you should have taken your chances with the shady guy.

"don't look so afraid, darling," he says, leaning back against the booth seat. "could never harm a pretty face like yours."

he winks at you, sending a chill down your spine and warmth up to your cheeks.

"well...uh, thank you," you stammer quietly. "isn't it dangerous that i've...y'know...seen your face? for you, that is, because...y'know..."

"hmm, not unless you're confessing right now to having the intention of turning me in, but you seem smarter than that," he shrugs.

your waiter walks up, setting your orders and mumbling a "enjoy" before skittering off. johnny pays no attention to the odd behavior as he dips a fry into his milkshake and then proceeds to eat it, earning an odd look from you.

"what? have you never tried it?" he asks, genuinely shocked when you shake your head. "you have to! it's really good i promise!"

he slides over the fry basket and you mirror his prior action, eyes widening upon realizing he's totally right. he smiles, seemingly pleased with himself for introducing you to one of his favorite food combinations. the two of you finish what you have in silence before he walks you the rest of the way home.

"thank you, again," you say at the lobby entrance, "and for the milkshake, too, though i wish you let me pay."

"no, no, can't let you pay for the first date. however, if you want to buy us coffee sometime..." he trails off.

"date? are you— maybe i should've maced you," you scoff under your breath.

"hey!" he pouts, "that's not very nice."

for a moment, you had forgotten he was a member of one of the most powerful gangs in korea, but that moment was gone upon catching a glimpse of the handgun in his waistband.

"well, better get going!" you laughed nervously, trying to reach the safety of your apartment soon as possible. only, he catches your wrist just as you turn away, whispering lowly in a tone much darker than the one he spoke in all night.

"seriously, i advise you not to try anything, it wouldn't be pretty and i don't look forward to what would have to be done."

with that, he disappears into the shadows of the night, leaving you in the cold embrace of the wind and the moon as your witness. did this make you an accomplice to the mafia? maybe if you just never saw him again, you could pretend it all happened in the first place. head spinning, you finally stepped into your building and made your way up to your room, crashing as soon as your body hit the mattress.

and you didn't see him...for a couple of weeks. but one night, he showed up at your doorstep. how he got through lobby security? you haven't a clue, but he surely was insistent as he brushed passed you, into YOUR home.

"shit, well, come on in i guess," you mumble.

"the night we met," he ignores your remark, annoying you further, "did you notice anything strange?"

"afraid you're going to have to be more specific than that. what kind of strange? two men casually following me strange? handgun on one of said men strange?"

"can you be serious for two seconds?" he pleads, "did you see anyone else suspicious?"

you sigh, taking a moment to actually think, "um, the waiter acted a bit odd. scared, i guess?"

"what did he look like?" he asks firmly.

"jesus fuck i don't kn—"

"well, remember." his tone sounds bitter, harsh.

"woah, attitude much?"

"sorry, sorry," he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. "i think someone saw us, me, that night."

"why do you think that?" now you're concerned.

he doesn't answer, just hands you an envelope. inside, there are photos of you two walking, sitting in the diner, outside your apartment complex. you can't quite grasp what this all means, but you don't like it one bit.

"i— johnny?" your voice wavers. "w-what does this... am i..."

he nods, "pack a bag, believe it or not you're safer with us for the time being, until we find out who did this."

"us?" you ask, rhetorically.

he nods again, waving you off to go pack as he sits on your couch, placing his head in his hands.

and that's how you wound up under the unexpected protection of Nterprises.

a few months passed, all leads leading to nothing but dead ends. you grew numb to it after awhile, but johnny was frustrated as when the hunt began. a bounty on his head? fine. a bounty on you? it tore him apart. there were times you found him silently weeping alone in the middle of the night when you'd gotten up for any reason, and every time, your heart ached. he blamed himself. sure, from some standpoint he could be held accountable, but this isn't what he wanted. it was just the wrong place at the wrong time.

you had learned more about the "business" whilst living under headquarter's roof, it was only natural. the first night you'd come in everyone was attentive and tried their best to...make you feel welcome. it was the least they could do, and there was no point in wasting time pretending you didn't exist. they knew you would be around for quite some time. Nterprises was built under the lee clan decades ago, and had held steady ever since. taeyong is head of the business, he's the one who really briefed you on everything. he made it very clear they didn't go around killing people as they so please, they hardly did any killing at all. to them, it was all about money, which did set your mind at ease a slight bit. he was surprisingly nurturing, not just to the other members but to you as well, much more so than you ever could have expected. he was one of the ones you saw more often, along with mark and haechan, and johnny of course. doyoung, taeyong's second in command, appeared as cold and indifferent to you, but taeyong assured you he would have your back if the time came. the others were always either busy behind closed doors or away on what mark simply put as "business trips", so you didn't have much interaction with them. you made the best of your time, there was no point to spend it wallowing.

you spent so much time with johnny, you two naturally became insanely close. in the rare times you could forget about the world around you, you would did anything normal friends would. cook and make a mess in the kitchen (much to taeyong's discontent), watch movies, act a damn fool, talk about anything and everything under the sun. he was incredibly goofy, having the boyish charm of a young child. however, he was also the most genuine and caring soul you'd ever met. he was deep thinking and seemed to always appreciate the finer things in life. there was a light in his eyes that never seemed to burn out.

one night, around 2 am, you are woken up by a clatter in the main room. you open your door, taeyong and yuta, one of the other members, run by you in a flash. you follow suit, gasping and tears welling up in your eyes at the sight in front of you. johnny is torn to shreds, scratches covering his face and a couple of deeper wounds on his biceps, probably a broken rib as you examine the way he clutches his side as he writhes on the floor in pain. you push passed the boys, kneeling down beside him.

"what happened? who did this? johnny, oh my god, we need to get you to a hos—"

"nakamoto," he says bitterly through gritted teeth, "your men wish you farewell, i sent them your regards."

you turn around, confused. taeyong has his gun drawn and pointed at yuta, who has a shit eating grin on his face.

"tsk, tsk," he mocks, "too clever for your own good. you really weren't supposed to make it back here tonight, what a shame."

"enough!" taeyong shouts, and it echoes throughout the room.

"yeah, yeah," yuta dismisses him as he puts his hands on his head, "do what you must, i took the risk. besides, i've transferred enough information, i'm really the least of your problems.

taeyong walks him deeper into the house, disappearing into its shadows. you turn back to johnny, tears in your eyes.

"c'mon, w-we have to get you to a hospital," you choke through tears. "doyoung! doyoung, g-get the car he's—"

"he's seen worse," mark says, barely audible above a whisper.

"the kid's right," doyoung sighs, "and we just can't risk that right now. let's get him upstairs and patch him up, we have enough in first aid, patch him up and he'll be okay. as long as he actually rests."

johnny? resting? you would have laughed if not for the circumstances. but you get him upstairs with the help of mark and doyoung, washing your hands and wiping your tears as he sits against the wall of the bathroom, and you begin treating his wounds the best you can. it's silent for awhile, but you finally manage to clear the lump in your throat so you can speak.

"sometimes," you start softly, "i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different."

"what do you mean?" he questions, wincing as you wrap the gashes on his arm.

"what if we met under different circumstances? what if we'd met like in one of those cheesy romance movies, and we'd fallen in love so seemingly oblivious to the cruelties of the world?" you laugh halfheartedly. "or, what if we never met at all? then, neither of us would be here in this moment right now. you wouldn't be hurt, i would just be in my apartment alone probably watching some stupid series on netflix to pass the time alone. and that's just it, i would rather have this than have nothing at all, than not having you. and maybe that's what being in love is, being willing to face anything so long as you have what is most important to you."

the room falls silent again, and you attentively continue to treat his wounds. you feel dumb, like you just made something really awkward out of the situation. you were so overwhelmed that it all just came out without even thinking of what he—

"marry me," he says tenderly, looking into your eyes.

"w-what?"

"i said," he carefully lifts up one of his hands to cup your cheek, "marry me. maybe not now, maybe not this year, but someday."

“someday," you smile, just before placing your lips gently on his.

"i told you!" you hear haechan snickering outside the door.

"children! go to bed!" johnny jokes sternly.

and you both giggle, still sitting there on the bathroom floor as you hear the sound of footsteps fleeing down the hall.

[cocastyle]

Mamma Mia - Chapter 6

Pairing - Tony Stark x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count- 3,206

Warning- none

A/N- chapter 6 is now up! I hope you all are liking this story so far! comment who you think Y/N will end up with as of right now. I already have a plan but I want to know what you all think!

Intro Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

By the time Y/N remembered that she had a lot of things to fix around the hotel, her and her friends had all grown a little tipsy from the wine they had been drinking. Natasha, Pepper, and Wanda were in the middle of laughing about something when Y/N shot up from her seat, stumbling onto her feet.

"Oh, my God! I have so much to do. I'll be back. I've got to go fix some of the doors around here and I'm pretty sure someone told me this morning that there was a crack in my courtyard that I gotta go fix and-" Y/N continued to ramble faster and faster until Wanda stood up and put her hand on the girl's shoulders.

"Y/N, deep breaths," Wanda reminded the girl. Y/N nodded and took in a few deep breaths while Wanda continued to talk. "You need to calm down, relax for a minute. We haven't all been together in a long time, so just sit and talk for a few more minutes. You deserve the break."

"No, no, I can't," Y/N shook her head. "There's so much to do and I need to make sure that Alex's wedding is perfect and-" Before she could finish the sentence, Natasha, Pepper, and Wanda had all pulled the girl back down on the couch they had been sitting on.

"Sit down!" Pepper exclaimed while Natasha held the girl down on the couch. Y/N let out a laugh from the tipsiness and exclaimed, "Nat, let me go!" The red head ignored her while Wanda just chuckled as she sat down next to Pepper.

"Listen, Y/N," Pepper spoke up. "I know you're going to make a fortune with Peter’s website, but are you gonna be okay until then?"

"Ooo, I think Pepper is offering to pawn her bling," Natasha said, her eyes flickering to look at Y/N. "Now's your chance to become filthy rich in a matter of seconds," Wanda muttered jokingly. "I say the facial cream is the first to go," Natasha teased making Pepper roll her eyes.

"No, seriously, Y/N," Pepper said. "Oh, my God," Y/N muttered with a shake of her head, guilt washing over her as she realized that she must've been complaining a lot for her friend to think she needed help.

"Do you need a loan?" Pepper asked sincerely. "No, Pep. Oh, God no," Y/N said as she sat up and shook her head. "I'm just whining and complaining like always. I don't need to be taken care of."

"Yeah, but are you being taken care of?" Pepper asked. "I've got Wanda to keep me thinking straight and Alex and Peter are always helping out," Y/N said.

Pepper chuckled and shook her head, "That's not what I meant." "Then what do you mean?" Y/N questioned. Pepper glanced at the girl and smirked, "Are you getting any?"

Y/N blinked in surprise. Not wanting to answer the question, she sneakily got her drill out of her utility belt before saying, "Oh, you mean-" She then turned the drill on making Pepper jump back in surprise while Natasha and Wanda started laughing.

The seriousness of the situation instantly dissolved as the four friends started laughing. Once she knew her friends were laughing and she could joke about the situation despite it being serious to her, Y/N laughed and shook her head, "No, it takes too much energy."

"Yeah, just more plumbing to be maintained, isn't it?" Wanda asked. "Exactly," Y/N laughed. "Oh, God, I'm so glad that whole part of my life is over. You know, seriously. I do not miss it at all."

And while her friends continued to laugh, Y/N cleared her throat and chugged the rest of her wine.

- - -

"Then its just right here," Tony heard Alex say. He took his gaze off of the scenery to look at the young girl. He smiled slightly at how much she looked like Y/N before noticing the small building behind her, the building in which him and the two men he had met only a few hours ago were supposed to be staying in.

Alex stood near the door and smiled at them. Seeing that neither Steve or Bucky was going to make the first move, Tony offered the girl a smile back before walking into the building. Bucky sighed and followed after while Steve asked confused, "Where's Y/N?"

Tony and Bucky turned at that to see what the girl would say, but she ignored Steve and just gently pushed him into the building before closing the door. Alex then turned to them and pointed up at a small trap door in the ceiling. "Up you go," she muttered.

Tony glanced up and chuckled. This trip was turning out to be way different than he expected, but he didn't really care. He had grown used to the lavish lifestyle he had, so when he got to experience things like this where he was staying in an old barn with goats and two strangers, Tony took it more as an adventure and actually liked it.

Judging from the looks on Bucky and Steve's faces, they thought the opposite.

Tony went upstairs first, smiling slightly as a chuckle escaped his lips from the sight of three deflated air mattresses on the ground before him. He was quick to go put his stuff by one of the air mattresses while Bucky and Steve climbed up.

Bucky frowned slightly, a look of confusion on his face at their living situation, while Steve blinked in surprise. The two men climbed their way up and Steve let out a sigh before looking back at the trap door where they could see Alex's head sticking out.

"You know, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the scenic tour, but might I be shown my room now?" Steve asked. Tony chuckled and clapped a hand on the blond's shoulder. "I know this may be a bit shocking for you, old man, but I think this is your room," Tony told him.

Steve frowned, not because of the living situation but because of the fact that Tony had called him an 'old man.'

Bucky set his stuff down, ignoring the other adults, before glancing at Alex nervously. "Uh. . .do you think we could see Y/N now? I kind of need to talk to her about a few things," Bucky said.

Alex's eyes flickered over to the man while Tony and Steve turned their gaze on the young girl. She let out a nervous laugh and climbed the rest of the way up. "Uh. . .I sent the invites," Alex explained as she got up onto her feet. "My mom doesn't know anything."

The three men blinked in surprise while Tony raised his eyebrows. "Oh, kid," he muttered as he let out a small breath. She really had no idea what she just did, did she?

"Well, she's done so much for me, and she's always talking about you guys and the good old days, and I thought, what an amazing surprise for her that you are all gonna be at my wedding," Alex explained.

"Hang on, kid," Tony sighed as he walked over and out a hand on her should. "I. . .I shouldn't be here. The last time I saw your mother, she said she never wanted to see me again."

A feeling of guilt washed over Tony as he remembered that moment, the tears in Y/N's eyes and the redness of her face (whether that was from anger or embarrassment or both, he wasn't sure) as she had slapped him, exclaiming that she never wanted to see him again. It had been a moment he would never forget, that was for sure.

And the worst part was, he hadn't gotten the chance to explain what had happened, to tell her that some crazy fan who wanted his money had kissed him hoping that he would fall in love with her with just one kiss. Tony had been in the middle of pushing the girl away when Y/N had walked up, but Y/N hadn't given him a chance to even talk before she had walked out of his life.

"That was years ago!" Alex exclaimed. "Please, it would mean a lot to me." Tony furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes flickering over the girl as she gave him an unreadable expression. "Why?" He asked confused.

"Listen, I can see that you've been to a great deal of trouble, Alex," Steve said. "But might I suggest that we all reconvene in your boat, Tony?" "Good idea," Bucky agreed.

Tony was silent as he stared at Alex, watching as her smile disappeared from their words and a look of hurt and sadness flashed through her eyes. The man let out a small sigh and turned to Bucky and Steve as he clapped his hands together, smiling at them.

"Sorry, fellas, but not gonna happen," Tony said before walking by them to start unpacking. "What, why?" Steve asked. "It's an adventure, old man. It's good for you," Tony told him. "Oh, I see," Steve muttered grumpily.

"Okay, when I sent the invites, it was a long shot that you'd even reply," Alex admitted causing the three men to stop what they were doing and look back at her. "And now you've come all this way for a wedding. Surely there must have been some special reason for you to be here. Like some siren call, maybe?"

Or their own guilt?

The three men blinked in surprise before Tony let out a small chuckle. Steve and Bucky joined soon after and Alex watched her three possible fathers as they all laughed.

"You're a little minx, you know that?" Bucky asked in amusement. "You're just like your mother." "I'll take that as a compliment," Alex responded instantly. Bucky held up his hands in defeat, "Never said it was anything but a compliment. Your mother was quite something back in the day. She could convince me to do almost anything."

"Like to come here?" Alex questioned.

Bucky blinked in surprise before looking up at Alex, his eyes narrowing slightly. "How did you-?" He began, but he fell silent once a loud humming sound filled the air.

All three men froze while Alex's eyes widened. "It's Y/N," Tony whispered in disbelief. He would recognize that voice anywhere. She used to sing all the time back when they were together, said that singing was the only thing that made her feel alive.

Tony stopped unpacking and began to walk to the trap door, Bucky and Steve following behind him. "No," Alex said as she quickly stood in front of them. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Listen, listen, she can't know. I'm going to go. Please stay. Promise me that you'll not tell anybody that I invited you. Okay? Promise?"

Tony was the first to break his gaze away from the trap door and to look at the girl in front of him. His eyes flickered over her and he let out a small sigh as he smiled at the girl. "You got it, kid," he agreed.

Alex smiled, her eyes flickering over to Steve and Bucky. The two men glanced at each other before looking back at Alex. "It's a promise," Steve agreed. "I might regret it, but okay," Bucky said.

"Okay," Alex whispered excitedly. She then hurried over to the window of the room making the three men look at her confused. Alex ignored their gazes and pulled back a wooden board and handed it to Bucky before opening the window and stepping out.

"What are you-?" Bucky began, but Alex just smiled. "I'll be back later," she said before closing the window, not noticing that she closed it hard enough for her mother to hear from down below.

Y/N jumped in surprise from the loud sound that came from above her. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked up. She heard the sound of stuff being moved around and frowned before going over to the ladder that was set right below the trap door that led to the top floor of the barn.

Y/N climbed up the ladder and hesitated before pushing the trap door up. She was about to open it all the way when she caught sight of a pair of shoes. She quickly closed it a little allowing for it to be open enough for her to see, but closed enough where whoever was in there wouldn't notice.

(E/c) eyes flickered over to the shoes before slowly making their way up the figure, stopping on the face of a man who she hadn't seen in twenty years. A strangled gasp left her lips as her eyes widened. "Steve?" She whispered in disbelief as she stared at the man who used to be her best friend up until that night twenty years ago.

"Come on, old man. Don't get all cranky. You'll see her soon enough," a familiar voice called out. Y/N quickly looked behind Steve to see the owner of the voice, a nicely dressed man who had a cocky smirk on his face as he put a pair of sunglasses on despite being indoors.

"Tony?" Y/N whispered out confused and surprised. Not only was one of her exes here, but two?

"Tony, quit messing with him," another voice said and Y/N about fell off the ladder just from hearing the voice of her first lover. Her eyes frantically searched the place until she caught sight of him standing on the other side of the room. Her breath hitched in her throat and she painfully whispered out, "James?"

Y/N let out a gasp of surprise and quickly shut the trap door and jumped off the ladder and onto the ground. "I was cheated by you and I think you know when. So I made up my mind, it must come to an end," Y/N sang.

She was quick to run out the doors of the barn, shutting the doors behind her as she leaned against the doors for support.

"Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how but I suddenly lose control. There's a fire within my soul."

Y/N let out a shaky breath and looked up at the building, her heart beating furiously as a blizzard of mixed emotions hit her. She bit her lip nervously and against her better judgement, began to climb up the side of the building, wanting to know if what she saw was real or not.

"Just one look and I can hear a bell ring. One more look and I forget everything, wo-o-o-oh."

Y/N stopped at the window to the room and took a deep breath before opening it. She let out an almost disappointed sigh when she came face to face with a wooden board that had old posters for the Dynamos. Y/N looked around until her eyes landed on the ladder on the side of the building. She bit her lip nervously.

Was she really about to do this?

"Mamma mia, here I go again. My my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you."

Y/N climbed up the ladder before stepping onto the building, stumbling slightly as she tried to gain her footing. The roof creaked below her and Y/N winced and froze in place. If what she thought she had seen was true, then she definitely didn't want Bucky, Tony, or Steve catching her in the act of trying to see them.

"Yes, I've been brokenhearted. Blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma mia, now I really know."

Y/N took a step forward towards the trapdoor on the roof and winced again when there was another creak. She quickly stepped back, stopping on the side of the roof and not noticing that Alex, Michelle, and Liz had caught sight of her.

"My my," Alex, Michelle, and Liz muttered before running towards the barn.

Y/N looked back at the trap door and took in a deep breath before beginning to make her way over to it from the other side.

"I should not have let you go."

She was about to go to the trap door when she remembered that there was another window on the side of the building. Y/N hurried over there before laying down on her stomach and leaning her head over the side.

She was just able to see through the top of the window and none of the men seemed to notice her (h/c) hair glowing in the sunlight because they were all occupied with either unpacking or blowing up their mattresses. Y/N was silent for a minute as she looked between the three men confused and hurt as to why they were here.

"I was angry inside when I knew we were through."

Y/N let out a sigh and pulled her body back onto the roof and laid there for a second, her eyes on the sky above her as a million thoughts ran through her head.

"I can't count all the times I've cried over you. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how but I suddenly lose control. There's a fire within my soul."

Her eyes flickered over to the trap door that she was now lying next to and she took a deep breath before shakily holding a hand out to the handle.

"Just one look and I can hear a bell ring."

Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away. She couldn't do this.

"One more look and I forget everything, wo-o-o-oh."

Y/N looked back at the handle and began to have an argument with herself. She started to reach for it again.

"Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you?"

Y/N pulled her hand away, a feeling of doubt washing over herself.

"Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you."

She let out a sigh and got back onto her feet, memories and old feelings washing over her as she told there in the wind.

"Yes, I've been brokenhearted. Blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go?"

Y/N took a shaky breath and bent down next to the trap door, her fingers grazing over the door handle.

"Mamma mia, here I go again. My my, I should not have let you go."

Then, against her better judgement, Y/N opened the trap door. However, it had a little more of a pullback than she expected.

And before she knew it, Y/N went stumbling through the door and down onto the air mattress of her first love while three of her exes all stared at her with wide eyes.

Tony was the first to break the silence, a loud laugh escaping his lips.

"Hello, Y/N. Nice of you to drop by."

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Treat You Better- Christopher Velez Imagine

Before you read: This is for @cieloxcnco ‘s 1000+ follower contest : ) This is actually my first ever imagine, i was so excited when i saw the contest bcos i’ve been looking for a reason to start writing on here, anyway i hope you all enjoy!

Prompt: Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes “tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying when you should be with me instead?”

Warnings: none:)

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You attempted to belt the final note to your song, but instead bursted out laughing at the face Richard was pulling at you.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry i'll do it again!" You shouted up to one of the members out the crew, sending a glare to Richard and the boys, who were sat on the floor below the stage watching you soundcheck, or at least attempt to. This had been going on for the past half an hour, you trying to control your laughter while they try to make you laugh.

"Seriously stop guys, I'm not the main act here like you, I can actually get in trouble!" You gritted your teeth at them, a smile peeking out. You wanted to get this soundcheck over and done with before you lost your job. But you still found the boys hilarious.

"It's not our fault you can't contain your laughter y/n" Joel said, laughing his head off.

You stuck your tounge out at him, and gave the crew a thumbs up, indicating you were ready to sing again.

You started your song, closing your eyes to get through it, knowing if you made eye contact with any of the boys again you'd loose it.

You had been their support act for the last two weeks, and would be for the next two months touring the world. Right now, you were in Paris. You were a singer, but you knew you only got this oppurtunity due to having known Joel since you met in primary school. Plus, you had met the rest of the boys during the La Banda process, so you had got to know them quite well. Though living with them in a very small tour bus was very different than seeing them every so often. But you were loving every minute of it. The only problem was your constant worries about your boyfriend Ashton, who you had left back home. He wasn't supportive of you going on tour, but you couldn't pass up the oppurtunity.

As your choreography came to an end and you sang the last note, you opened your eyes to the five boys clapping and whistling at you. You noticed Chris staring at you, not clapping like the others but just staring. You shook it off and laughed at the boys reactions and then looked up to the tour crew expectantly, who gave you a thumbs up indicating your sound check set was finshed.

"Thank god thats over." You said, laughing as you walked down the steps to join the boys below the stage.

"That was really good y/n" Joel said, giving you a reassuring smile. You replied by giving him a side hug and sitting beside him.

"I still can't get over the fact that this arena will be full of people here for us tonight." Erick commented, looking around the venue.

"I know right. It's insane." Chris chirped back. You zoned out of the conversation as your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was your best friend Lucia from back home and excused yourself to answer it, heading out of the arena into the corridor.

"Hey Lucia! Como estás?"

"Hola. Estoy bien pero you might not be. My friend was out last night and she ran into Ashton. She sent me this picture. I'm sending it to you now" She said with a low voice. Your stomach turned in fear, as you looked at your phone screen to see a picture of your boyfriend kissing a red head in a night club. Your heart sank.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Apparently this wasn't the first time she had seen them together."

"Gracias Lucia. I'll talk to you later, okay?" You chirped, holding in your emotions.

"Okay y/n. I love you." She said, ending the call.

You suddenly burst out into tears, leaning back against the wall behind you.

You almost knew this was going to happen after you left, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. You did love Ashton, and the pain in you heart showed this. You had known it was going to end soon but part of you just wanted to hold on to your relationship. But you couldn't anymore, not after this.

"Y/n?" Chris' voice startled you, as you frantically pushed the tears from your face.

"Qué pasó princesa?" He asked, running towards you, concern ridden in his voice.

"Its Ashton." You choked out, tears threatening to fall once again.

"What's he done?" Chris said sternly, anger clear in his voice.

Unable to speak, you showed him the picture on your phone. Chris' body completely tensed up for a second before relaxing to pull you into a soft embrace.

"I'm so sorry y/n." He whispered into your hair, holding you tight.

You pulled yourself away, taking a deep breath and attempting to pull yourself together.

"Its okay Chris, just don't worry about it. It's my own fault anyway. If I hadn't left, he wouldn't-" You started.

"No! Don't you dare blame yourself y/n." Chris interupted you and put both his hands on your shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes. "If he really loved you, he would have never done this. If he really loved you he would've supported you touring the world, living your dream. You deserve so much better."

A little bit taken aback by his words, you looked back at him with a small smile, visually thanking him.

"Venga. We are going on a trip to cheer you up." He declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit of the arena.

"But what about the concert Chris?" You said, scoffing.

"We will be back in time, por supuesto. ¡Vamos!" He replied, pulling you out and into the street. Night was falling onto the streets of Paris, and the serenity of the city calmed you immediatley. You were so disapointed when you were told you wouldnt have time to explore the city, as the boys had spent a few days here on their last tour and had already seen it all, and there just wasn't even time to spare this time round. But it seemed Chris had a different plan.

"Are you ready to see the beautiful eifell tower?" He asked, a grin big enough for the both of you, as he hauled a taxi of the street and opened the door of it for you.

You nodded, completely taken aback by his plans but nevertheless climbing into the back of the taxi and pushing the thoughts of Ashton out of your head.

You watched out of the window as you drove through the city, the taxi's radio playing softly in the background. You were so glad to stop thinking about Ashton and start enjoying youself. You looked over to Chris and smiled to yourself, thinking about how happy you were to be actually spending time with him. Since the first time you met him, you had had strong feelings for him. He was just so beautiful, and so sweet. His natural flirtiness didn't help either. But you had always been with Ashton, so you pushed these thoughts away and ultimately just avoided Chris to stop anything from happening between you. But this had only ended up with you closer to all the other boys, and chris never really understanding why.

Your thoughts were interupted by the song playing on the radio being very familiar. You and Chris' eyes met and you both burst out laughing as the intro to Pretend started to play.

"I'll never get over things like this happening." Chris said laughing.

As Joel's intro finished, Chris joined in with the radio, singing along with his part.

"Me avisa' cuando tú quiera', haré como si no existiera' sigo aquí en tu lista de espera, yeahh" He sang, and you smiled at his incredible voice.

You joined in, singing Joel's part, "Yeah I gotta love but I'm involved, yeah I gotta choice so it's my fault, staring at a problem we can't solve" You both sang along to the song, forgetting the taxi driver was in the car at all. Chris even attempted to do the choreography in the small space you had, and you couldn't stop laughing at him. It surprised you both when the car abruptly stopped, and you looked out the window to see the tower a short walk away.

You both jumped out of the car, thanking the driver whilst laughing at your singing moment. Then you stopped in awe of the view of the eifell tower. It was stunning, with a golden glow contrasting the slowly darkening blue sky.

Chris took your hand in his and pulled you away from the tower, much to your dismay. You looked at him quizically.

"I have a plan, first stop is McDonalds." He stated, pulling you along.

"But, the-" You started before hearing your stomach rumble, "actually I'm starving."

"That's what I thought." Chris said, dragging you into the restaurant to one of the touch screen machines, ordering his food (enough to feed a village) and yours. As you went to collect your meals, one of the workers noticed Chris and blushed, whispering to her co-worker in French. You wondered if they knew who he was, or if they were just taken aback by his good looks. You knew you were when you first met. They gave you the food and as you left, your hand dived straight into the bag for some fries.

"Nooo, you need to wait." Chris said, taking the bag from you. You pouted, but smiled internally at how he had almost planned this trip, despite it being completely spontaneous.

"Where are we going Chris?" you questioned, noticing you weren't heading towards the tower.

"Espérate y ya verás" He mysteriously said, walking towards a row of old buildings, that still managed to look beautiful due to the tower's golden glow. He took you to the back of them and led you to a fire exit set of stairs.

You looked at him very confused.

"Venga y/n" He said, laughing at your face and grabbing your hand again, leading you up the stairs. His laugh was contagious, making you giggle to yourself, butterflies filling your stomach. All thoughts of Ashton and that girl left your mind, and you felt more at peace and more happy than you had since you first left for tour. As much as you were of course enjoying the tour so far, your worries about had Ashton clouded over you. And now, even though your worst nightmare had happened, somehow you felt better than ever, knowing he was out of your life for good. Maybe you needed this to happen.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you arrived at the top of five flights of stairs, as Chris lead you out onto a roof top, ridiculously close to the Eifel Tower. You gasped at the view, and your heart felt full. It was so mesmerising.

"Chris, this is amazing." You said, squeezing his hand which you hadn't yet let go off.

"Isn't it? We found this spot last year." He said, pulling you to the edge of the roof, to sit down. He let go of your hand to lay out the food, and you couldn't stop smiling. You knew that you would never forget this.

You both dug into your food, watching the people bustle around the tower on the ground as the sky slowly grew darker, and small stars began to appear above you.

"How are you feeling y/n?" Chris said with a concerned tone in his voice, clearly referring to Ashton.

"Honestly, better than ever Chris. Thankyou for this." You said, giving him a smile. He grinned back.

"I want to know more about you y/n. We've been touring for months together already yet I feel like I hardly know you." He said, turning his body to face you.

You grin at his proposition. "20 questions?"

"Yesss." He said, his smile never fading.

"You first." You chirped back

"Okay. Favourite food?"

"Hmm. Right now, these fries." You said, pointing to the bag into front of you and popping on in your mouth. "Favourite colour?"

"Red. Dogs or cats?"

"Dogs, always." You smiled, thinking of your dog at home.

"When's your birthday?"

"23rd September. What's your favourite song?"

"Easy. Bonita by CNCO." You winked. "Where was your favourite ever performance?"

"Definitely our first ever performance as CNCO, it was insane." He said, and you smiled at his face clearly remembering this. "When did you know you wanted to be a singer?"

"I think I've always known. I remember me and Joel used to talk about how we were both gonna be singers together when we grew up since we were like 6."

You carried on like this for a while, asking random questions and feeling happy to be learning more about Chris. You had definitely asked more than 20 questions. More than hour later, your head had ended up in his lap as he lent back, his arms holding him up as he played with your hair a little bit.

"Have you ever been in love?" You asked.

"Yeah." He gulped, looking out at the city. "What's your worst fear?"

"Losing my voice. It's my whole life." You admitted and took a deep breath to ask "What's your opinion on cheating?".

"I think If I loved someone enough to be with them, I'd never think about anyone else, let alone let myself get into the situation where I could ever kiss someone else other than who I'm with." He said, staring out at the view of the city.

You started to tear up, your thoughts returning to Ashton and your heart starting to hurt again. Chris looked down at you, and noticed your tears. Instead of prying, he just wiped your tears away. You looked up at him, your heart warming at his touch, as his hand cupped your cheek lightly.

"Why have you always avoided me y/n?" He asked, eyes pouring into yours. You were taken aback, you had never realised it was obvious enough for him to notice.

"I- I just couldn't let myself be in the situation where I could kiss someone else, I guess." You said, taking your words from what he had just said about cheating. He looked back at you a little confused. "I mean, I just kinda liked you from first meeting you, but I was with Ashton so, I guess I avoided you a bit, to stop myself from feeling that way.”

He looked slightly surprised, but happy with your response, as he suddenly moved his hand from your cheek to your neck and pulled you up towards his face in one swift movement, leaving your lips just centimetres apart. You could hear your heart pounding as he paused, looking for confirmation that this is what you wanted and as the cool wind blew between your close lips, you couldn't have been anymore sure. You pulled your arms up around his neck and let your lips connect. He immediately responded, moving his lips against yours. You moved slowly in sync, as you moved your leg across his body so you were straddling him. You both melted into the kiss, and you felt him pouring his every emotion into it. You let your hands move up his neck into his hair, running your hands through it. The kiss slowly grew more intense, but it was still sweet and full of adoration, you never wanted to stop.

You both pulled away eventually, breathing heavily with your foreheads connected.

"I would treat you so much better than he did y/n. You should be with me instead." He breathed out, looking so deep into your eyes, you felt like he could see into your soul.

You replied to this by leaning to kiss him again, smiling into the kiss. He kissed back sweetly, loving the feeling of your lips together.

"Will you be with me, amor?" He whispered, leaning away from your lips and down to your neck, where he began kissing you again.

"I need to speak to Ashton and tell him its over. Then me and you can start this, for real." You said, leaning your neck back giving him access to your sweet spot below your ear.

"Sounds. Amazing. Princesa." He spoke between kisses. A smile took over your face, before you suddenly realized how dark the sky had become.

"Chris. What time is it?" You asked, though you regretted it as soon as his lips left your neck.

He took his phone out of his pocket and cursed.

"Erm, it may be 5 minutes till your set starts." He said, gulping.

[car-karaoke]

Cake

Prompt 38: "Just pretend to be my date" with Alexander Ludgwig

Requested by the lovely @normatural

Warnings: none, just fluff

You had only been working as a makeup artist on Vikings for a few months, but it has been the most incredible job you'd ever have. All of the cast were shockingly nice to you, especially considering you were still getting used to working on such a huge show. More times than not, you took twice as long as the other artists, making sure every painstaking detail was to your utter satisfaction. Your end products were incredible, but you found yourself always apologizing for taking so long. Only a few times did someone show any annoyance to it

One of the extras was in a mood that day. She was playing a shieldmaiden, and you were currently working on perfecting a bloody gash on her cheekbone. Your tongue stuck out ever so slightly in concentration when she cleared her throat rudely, causing you to fumble and drop your brush

"Shit" you muttered under your breath, grabbing the now dirty brush and putting it in your cleaning solution. You grabbed a fresh one and focused your attention back on her face, which now smudged unpleasantly to your critical eyes

"I'm just going to need to re-do this little part here, just hang in there I'm sorry" you stated quietly to the actress. She huffed dramatically and looked at her watch

"Do you really need to fix that? It's not like it really matters. You're not even one of the important makeup artists here. Besides, I'm supposed to look bloody and war-beaten, not like I'm going to prom" she finished with raised eyebrows

Her comment hit you in the gut. You tried your best to be confident in all parts if your life, especially your job, but given the fact that you were already worried about your work enough as it was, you couldn't help the pit you started to feel in your stomach. Before you could stammer out a reply, a voice rose out from the corner

"Hey! Are you kidding me?? There is NO reason to talk to someone like that! Especially not a damn behind the scenes staff member. They are the only reason we look as amazing as we do. Get the fuck out of here and do it yourself then" Alex yelled, already out of his chair and walking towards yours

You were shocked at his response. Although Alex was always a perfect gentleman to you, you never expected he would stick up for you like that. The woman got up from your chair and muttered an apology to you before leaving. Alex shook his head in frustration and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking down at you

"Sorry if you were going to say something, I just kinda snapped on her. That pisses me off when I see people getting treated like that" he admitted

"Of course I dont mind, thank you" you smiled up at him. He returned your smile and gave your shoulder a supportive pat before sitting back down in his own chair. Your friend was working on his makeup at the moment. You never understood how she could be so calm while being more inches away from such attractive people

"Y/N, do you mind taking over for me? I'm nearly done, but I just need to make an important phone call" she carefully said. She knew full well that you have always really liked Alex. If you were a betting woman, you'd say there was no actual phone call.

"Uhhh....yeah! That's okay, I can finish up for you" you shyly smiled. You rarely got the chance to work on the bigger actors/actresses. She sent you a knowing smile before heading out, leaving just the two of you in the trailer

You settled in, trying to concentrate on your job rather than the piercing blue of Alex's eyes. As you went to work, you casually asked him how he had been doing recently and what his plans were for the weekend. Most of the cast and crew had the next few days off

"Eh, not a whole lot is new with me. As far as plans go, I'm supposed to be heading to a friend's wedding. But it's a rather small wedding, and my buddy didn't tell me until just this morning that almost everyone is going with a date....and I don't have one" he laughed awkwardly

Before you could stop yourself you blurted out "You don't have a girlfriend?" Typically, you weren't that forward. Alex gave you an amused smile before your eyes bulged out and you tried to backpedal. "I'm sorry... I don't know why I just said that. That was really rude oh my god. I'm so sorry" you stuttered

Alex grabbed your hand reassuringly with a laugh. "You're fine Y/N! Don't worry. And to answer your question, no. I'm single as a pringle" he smiled. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked without hesitation

"No" you replied shyly, starting to blush a little. Then you put your foot in your mouth again. "I'll be your fake date to the wedding if you want! I'm a sucker for wedding cake" you blurted out. Embarrassment immediately followed you, causing you to facepalm yourself

To your surprise, Alex busted out laughing. "Fake date huh? I'm down for that if you're being serious" he stated. You looked up at him with shock

"Uhm...I mean yeah! Of course I'll go with you! I can just be your friend, dont worry. You dont have to pretend to be into me or anything" you said awkwardly. God you were bad at this

Alex just beamed at you, his eyes crinkling from his smile. "Alright, it's a date Y/N" he simply said, writing his number down on a piece of paper and giving it to you. You couldn't believe this was actually happening

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It was the day of the wedding. You were all ready to go, a simple but fancy enough dress on, hair done in loose curls framing your face, and semi-bold makeup on point. Alex was going to be picking you up in 5 minutes. You were pacing around your small apartment trying to gather some extra confidence. You knew you looked good, but this is Alex we're talking about. He basically looks like a god at all time

A knock on your door broke you out of your daze and you jumped involuntarily. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to reveal Alex in all his glory. He looked incredible. You couldn't help but stare at him. 'Think Y/N, tell him he looks great' you thought to yourself. Before you could muster up the courage to say anything, Alex interrupted you

"Wow Y/N...you look gorgeous!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, eyes shamelessly looking you up and down. You blushed and shyly thanked him. He handed you a small bouquet of flowers, all of which happened to be your favorite. You gawked at the array of colors as Alex chuckled

"I asked Laura what your favorites were" he quietly admitted. Laura was your friend and coworker. You were overcome with emotion and looked up at him happily

"Alex, you know you didn't have to do this. Especially since I'm not like... you know... your actual date or anything" you stammered. You played with your fingers nervously

"Well as far as I'm concerned, you are my date. You look gorgeous and you're my friend. So what if we're not actually dating" he said simply before taking your hand and leading you to his car. He opened the door for you and you just shook your head and laughed

The wedding venue was gorgeous. It was an outdoor ceremony and reception. Even though it was summer, the night got chillier as it went on. During the ceremony, Alex wrapped his arm around your shoulder casually. Your legs were touching, and you tried with everything you could to keep yourself together. Alex sighed as the ceremony concluded and the happy wedded couple kissed

"I love weddings" he sighed with a smile. You glanced over at him, forgetting how close his face was to yours

"Yeah? Me too" you said quietly. "Something about two people in love committing themselves to each other. It's beautiful"

Alex just hummed in response, dreamily looking at you. "Beautiful. I agree" he whispered. You felt like you were about to melt right there

"You're charming Ludwig, you know that?" You responded softly. He just smirked

"And you're gorgeous" he stated. You blushed like mad and thanked him. "You know, you're treating me like we're actually on a date. Not saying that's a bad thing, but still. I thought you just thought of me as a friend" you joked, trying to cut the sexual tension you were feeling. His eyes narrowed at you

"That's because I do wish this was an actual date. I was going to ask you seriously before you suggested going as a 'fake date'..." he admitted sheepishly. You couldn't believe your ears. Instinctively, you took your hand and grabbed his

"Alex....you have no idea how bad I wanted this to be an actual date too" you started laughing lightly. "I just didn't think you were into me like that. I thought you had a girlfriend to be honest" you stated

He smiled and got up, pulling you along with him. "Well....hopefully I will have a girlfriend soon. Because I'm looking at this wonderful, talented, stunning woman right now and I want to get to know everything about her" he said confidently

You couldn't help the blush that overtook your cheeks, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh is that so? She must be a very lucky woman. I'm kinda jealous of her" you amusingly smiled. It was his turn to shake his head in laughter

He wrapped his hand around your waist and led you over to the dining hall. He dramatically twirled you as you walked, before kissing your hand like a disney prince would

"Come on love, let's go get you some cake"

Hope you liked it hunny!!

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[lunaofthevalley]

The Little Mermaid of Manhattan |||

Peter Parker x Reader

Plot: Peter is saved by a Myster girl one day at the park, and he will stop at nothing to find her.

Note: If you'd like to be tagged comment down below or send me an ask. Also I'm opening up requests for imagines and Ships, if anyone is interested in that💜

For the past week, Life decided it would deal Y/N a good hand. She and Peter had managed to work out some of the details of their Drama Project, they've been doing great actually.

Much like Betty had suggested they chose a scene from The Little Mermaid, but that was more due to the fact they didn't actually find any other decent scene with a mute character. At least it worked.

And that's what they were doing right now, practicing. They were sitting in Y/N's living room floor, the TV playing the scene they had chosen to do from the film, their notebooks, in which they had written out the scene, sat on the small coffee table, where snacks and drinks were also present.

Both had agreed that the best scene to do was when Ariel and Eric met again at the beach, after Ariel's transformation. They didn't realize it at the time, or well maybe Y/N did a bit, but the scene had many parallels with real life, how Eric (Peter) is looking for the girl who saved him, with out realizing that she's right in front of him.

"So... I guess we could use a...desk for the rock," Peter suggested.

Y/N thought about if for a second before writing it down on her board, 'Yea I guess that works,' she quickly erased the message after Peter saw it and wrote something else down, 'We could also use a beanbag, there's lots of those in the classroom, more comfortable.'

"That would work great actually, there's even a gray one, so it will resemble a rock with out us even trying to make it look like a rock."

Y/N nodded eagerly in agreement after remembering said bean bag. She had become mor comfortable around him the past week. She was weary at first, afraid that he would realize it was her that day at the park, but Peter was as clueless as Eric, maybe even more so. She had actually enjoyed the week, getting to know him more and finding out he was a pretty cool guy, quite dorky, but still cool.

"Hey Y/N/N, what about wardrobe, how should we dress?" He asked.

'I'm not wrapping a piece of fabric around myself,' she wrote in reply.

Peter let out what you could call a giggle, it was quite adorable. "I wasn't suggesting that. Maybe you could wear a beige dress, that is if you own one and we could tie some rope around it."

'Yea that works. You just need a white button up, some jeans and a red cloth.' She showed him the board and he nodded in agreement. She then turned the board around and wrote something else before showing it to him.

"Ahh yes, can't forget the black boots. Most important part of the outfit," He said sarcastically.

Y/N made a face at him and he just grinned in return.

"Well, if I have to use the black boots, then you have to wear a wig."

Y/N pretended to be insulted, 'what's wrong with my beautiful hair?'

Peter rolled his eyes, "There is nothing wrong with your hair, I just think that if we really want to sell the scene we both need to be in full costume, and for you that includes a bright red wig." He explained, "Plus I really want to know what you would look like as a red head."

'I would look terrible as a red head.'

Peter thought about it for a second, "Yea maybe you might. All I'm imagining right now is you looking like some off-brand Weasley sibling."

Y/N leant back in shock and then proceeded to throw handfuls of popcorn at Peter.

"Hey...no...stop it...it was a joke" he said in between laughs, "I'm sorry."

Both of them were now doubled over in laughter, a mess of popcorn lying around them, the faint sound of kiss the girl played in the background.

After calming down Y/N looked at her phone to see the time as Peter began picking up popcorn.

'Hey, wanna have a quick lunch break, I can heat up the frozen pizza.' She wrote and showed it to Peter.

"Sounds good, I'm actually super hungry. While you do that I'll clean up this mess." He gestured to the popcorn.

He stood up and held out his hand which Y/N gladly took and he helped her to stand up. Y/N made her way to the kitchen to start preparing the pizza while Peter went to get the broom from the supply closet. Y/N decided to listen to some music while she waited for the pizza to be ready, she set it down on the counter, putting her music on shuffle.

Peter was just finishing up cleaning the popcorn when he heard it. The song he's been endlessly thinking about since that day in the park. After listening to it for a few seconds longer he determined it was indeed the same song.

He slowly made his way to the kitchen where he found Y/N putting the pizza in the stove. Y/N turned to him and noticed he had a faraway look on his face as he stared at something. Y/N followed his line of sight and she saw he was staring at her phone, and that's when it clicked.

The song.

It was the same song she sang that day at the park, and Peter was realizing it.

"Y/N." he suddenly spoke. She turned to look back at him, his gaze was till on the phone, which was a good thing, he wouldn't realize she looked like a deer caught in headlights. "What's the name of that song?"

Y/N grabbed her board and slowly wrote down the title before handing the board to him. He gently took it and his eyes scanned over the title.

"Songbird." He said tentatively, as if testing out the name, "It's called Songbird. By Fleetwood Mac."

Y/N stood there like a scolded child, looking down at the floor as she bounced on her heels. Had he found out it was her? He hasn't said anything about the fact just yet so that made her hopeful.

She tried to think of why it would be such a horrible thing if Peter found out the truth, but she truly couldn't come up with an explanation.

Oh how she would love to have a Jamaican sounding Crab advisor right now.

After Peter had made peace with the name of the song he handed the board back to Y/N. "Sorry if that was strange. It's just I had heard that song before but I didn't know what it was called."

Y/N only nodded and wrote back 'it's okay.'

Thing had become slightly tense, so much that you could cut it with a knife. The only sound in the room came from Y/N's phone. They both just stood there awkwardly, neither knowing what to say. Their hunger and project far forgotten.

Peter was the first to speak up, "Hey um I think I'll go now. I think we made good progress."

Y/N only nodded and followed him to collect his stuff and then to walk him to the door. As Peter slung his back pack over his shoulder and grabbed his coat he turned back to Y/N.

"Hey um, I almost forgot to tell you but we can't meet up at my house tomorrow. I have to go do some spid- internship......yeah I mean internship stuff at the tower...so I asked Mr.Stark if you could go there to work and he said yes," he explained, "I'll...uh, text you the details later." And with that he was out the door, leaving Y/N to ponder over that information by herself.

She would be going to Stark tower tomorrow. That was.....great.

So much had happened in the last few minutes that her brain hadn't properly processed everything. Right now all she needed a warm slice of pizza and a sprite, she found these were the remedies to her existential life problems.

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She was having another existential life problem as she stared up at the huge tower before her.

She was currently standing outside the towers entrance, too afraid to go in, but it the end David needed to confront Goliath, so she walked through the doors.

She quickly sent a text to Peter to inform him that she had arrived. He replied a couple of minutes later telling her someone would be down shortly to get her.

After waiting a few more minutes a nice looking man in a suit appeared. He looked around the room before spotting her sitting down at one of the couches the lobby offered.

"Are you Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked.

Y/N nodded as she gathered her stuff and stood up.

"I'm Happy, the kid... I mean Peter sent me down to get you." He explained as he started walking back towards the elevator. Y/N quickly began to walk behind him, following him into the elevator. When the doors closed he turned to her and gave her a once over. "I'm taking you to a private floor, so no misbehaving, no touching stuff, no shouting, no screaming, no wandering, you stay where I leave you, capiche?"

Y/N nodded.

"Good, we got that clear." As he said that the doors of the elevator opened and Happy led Y/N out and towards a briefing room.

He opened the door and gestured for her to go in. "Alright so you'll be staying here Miss Y/L/N, and for your sake and mine please follow the previously stated rules. Peter is doing some....internship stuff, but he'll shortly be with you."

Y/N nodded again.

"Well that's all, goodbye." With that happy left and Y/N was left to her own devices, so she decided to do some of her other homework while she waited for Peter.

After 30 minutes had gone by with still no sign of Peter she decided to send him t to see where he was. She received a reply after a few minutes.

'Sorry for the delay, doing some last minute internship stuff, won't me much longer.'

She let out a big sigh. Maybe she shouldn't have come to the tower today, she could've been happily spending her Saturday at home watching Netflix, but instead she was holed up in a meeting room in stark tower waiting for Peter who was very late. She decided she would just keep working on her homework while she waited.

Even after finishing up all her other work, there was still no sign of Peter. It had been more than an hour already and Y/N was becoming really bored.

Seeing she was in a safe space she subconsciously began singing, starting with Part of your World which had been stuck in her head for the past week and then went on to sing Songbird.

She began quietly, barely audible, whispering it to herself, but after the first chorus she started singing a little louder, but not enough it would catch someone's attention. And then, just as she had finished the song she heard clapping. She quickly sat up straight and looked to the door, where Tony Stark was now standing.

"Has anyone ever told you, you have a very nice voice? Very nice, like honey for the ears."

Y/N could only stare at him with wide eyes. He had just heard her sing. But he couldn't know it was her right? He had arrived after she made her escape.

"Well I doubt it since apparently you're supposed to be mute. Peter told me when he asked if you could come over, and then Happy just told me a while ago about Peter's weird but very well educated mute friend." He walked over and sat in a chair in front of hers.

"You wanna know what else is weird? Peter was just telling me yesterday about that song. Songbird by Fleetwood Mac right? It's quite strange a 16 year old listens to Fleetwood Mac, I thought you kids were only into Justin Beaver and One Discretion."

She stared at him as he went on. What was he getting at? And did he say those names wrong on purpose or was that what he actually thought they were called?

"Anyway, its nice to know there's kids out there with good music taste." He said as he stared her down. "But you wanna know what has me flabbergasted? I feel like I've heard your voice before, which seems unlikely seeing as I've never met you before."

Y/N fidgeted in her seat, she could no longer look Tony in the eye.

"Hey I think I remember now where I've heard it before. Friday, play back Peter's suit recording from last weekend, the one taken after the spider slam dunk in the lake."

After a few seconds the room was filled with the sound of Y/N's voice again, only this time it wasn't her singing, but a muffled recording of her voice that was being played in the rooms speakers.

After the recording stopped playing Y/N slowly turned to look at Tony who had been gazing at her, studying her every move since the recording begun.

"Guessing by your reaction, which quite frankly makes it look like you want to vomit, I'll say I was right, and that in fact is you in the recording. But I think that was already obvious, not many kids now a days listen to good ol' Fleetwood Mac."

Tony then stood up and straightened out his suit and walked towards the door, but before he left he turned back to look at Y/N.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me....Little Mermaid."

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