#hope she doesnt get grabbed into any scandal

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Okay so ive got this idea its like a lot older jake and younger reader (like 20+) and she goes thru her first heat but she is very innocent and she doesnt know why does it hurt THERE and jake sees her going thru pain and asks whats wrong and she tells him it hurts there and she asks if he knows a way to heal her and when he takes off her lioncloth shes shy and closes her tights but the second he starts fingering she starts to moan and beg for more and he fucks her dumb ykyk🫣🤭I’ve tought of this while in the bus going to a dance competition lmao😭😭

I hope it went well in your competition baby!!

Dilf Jake to the rescue again 😩😩😩

Didn't proofread sooo if you see any mistakes, no you didn't

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You're supposed to be on your way to train, but it hurts. It feels like something warm is spreading over your body, making your womb coil with a burning ache, a wetness smear over your thighs. You've already missed over three training session with the oloeyktan, and you don't think he'll be particularly thrilled.

Yet, today, you decide that if anyone can help you, it's him. He's gotta be extremely wise if he's the oloeyktan, right? Jake Sully is no dummy, you're sure he'll know what's wrong with you.

As you approach the clearing where you always train, you catch a wiff of Jake's scent and it sends a sharp yearning through you, straight between your legs. You mewl, pressing your thighs together as the pain increases.

Jake smells you a mile off. You've missed your last training sessions, but he still waits at your designated place in hopes that you'll show. And, from the smell of it, you indeed will. The moment you step into the clearing, Jake realizes why you've been skipping your lessons.

You're in heat.

When you come into view, Jake can already tell you're suffering deeply. Your ears are folded back, your pupils blown wide, and the scent of your slick is sweet and alluring.

“Hey, kid,” he greets, trying to keep his cock from hardening at your scent. “What happened to ya?”

“It hurts,” you whine, making a face as you approach him.

“What hurts?”

You blush softly, shy, before moving a hand to your pussy and cupping it. “Here,” you say quietly, lowly.

Jake can almost feel his heart jump out of his chest. He's got two options: he can be the mature man he is and tell you, a 22 year old, exactly what's happening, and send you to Mo'at for some herbs to help ease the pain; or, he can be the horny ass he is and help you through your heat his way.

Either way, he figures, he's helping you. What's the difference between both if the outcome benefits you?

And, he decides, it wouldn't hurt if it benefitted him at the same time.

“Lemme see,” he says, nodding at the ground. “Lie down for me, yeah?”

You look scandalized and unsure, a little afraid.

“Come on, kid. Trust me,” he insists, and after a few more seconds of hesitance, you comply.

You lie on the floor, the soft grass tickling your back and your ass as you plant your feet on the ground. Jake kneels in front of you, undoing your loincloth and tossing it aside.

Your knees are pressed together, stopping him from getting a good look, and he says, “I need you to spread your legs, girl. Don't you want me to help you?”

You nod slowly and open your thighs, revealing your swollen, soaked pussy. Jake's cock twitches under his loincloth at the sight of your cunt, and he just aches to fuck you.

Jake's eyes grow predatory, his pupils dilating, and the way he's studying you makes you squirm, shy. You press your thighs together, murmuring something unintelligible, and Jake tsks quietly.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them apart, revealing your pussy once again. The scent of your heat is even thicker now, and it makes a soft growl leave his lips.

“How long has it been hurting for, girl?” he asks, one of his hands wandering higher up your thigh, inching towards your cunt.

You struggle to reply, “Days.”

“How many days?” he questions as his fingers brush over your warm cunt, rubbing against your clit.

You gasp, surprised, and then mewl quietly as the ache in your womb finds a drop of relief. “I don't-don't know,” you manage, nails digging into the ground below.

“I see,” he hums, running his middle and index fingers between your folds, spreading them open before teasing your entrance. “Luckily, this has an easy fix.”

“It does?” you question, voice breathy.

“Want me to show you?”

Your big doe eyes are wide, innocent and curious. You nod eagerly. “Please, Jake. Help me.”

He chuckles quietly. “Alright, kid. I need you to relax, okay? Take a deep breath and just talk with me, hm?”

“Okay,” you say slowly as his middle finger traces the edge of your entrance.

“I trust you know where babies come from?” he jokes, and you blush, big doe eyes avoiding his dark gaze.

“Yes,” you say shyly, and Jake slides his finger into you, making you gasp softly.

“Well, what's going on with you has a lot to do with the birds and the bees,” he says, curling his finger upward and touching a swollen spot within you that makes your legs jerk. “Your body is asking for a baby,” he explains.

Through the pleasure, you look confused. “Why?”

“You're physically ready to start having kids, and you're extremely fertile right now, which is why you feel that ache inside of you that needs to be relieved.”

You fold your ears back as he slides a second finger into you. “And will it go away—ah, mphf—after what you-you're doing to me?”

He chuckles softly. “No, you need to get withchild for it to stop,” he informs you.

You groan, somewhere between frustrated and overcome by pleasure. Jake's fingers are good, they stretch you open, his thumb pressing against a soft nub that has your hips trembling. But they're not enough. You need something else, something longer, thicker, something that can take the ache away.

“Need more,” you whine, baring your teeth. “Need more, Jake. Please!”

“My fingers ain't cutting it, sweetheart?” he tsks.

“Please,” you mewl, desperately trying to buck your hips against his hand. “More.”

Jake knows he shouldn't. He knows how wrong this is. But fuck, the way you're begging, pussy al wet and ready, and Goddamn, he really should reflect upon the consequences of his moral decisions. But after. After he fucks you.

He removes his loincloth, showing you his thick, hardened cock, the tip a dark blue and oozing precum. Your eyes gleam as you study his girth, mouth almost watering at the sight.

Jake asks, “You sure you want this, kid?”

You nod, your voice a breathy whine. “Yes, please.”

He runs the head of his cock between your folds, gauging your reaction, and when you shudder, he groans. He slowly slides into you, his cock stretching your soft gummy walls, and you gasp.

“Fuck,” Jake grunts as your cunt flutters around him. “So fuckin' tight. And soaked, too.” Your slick is dripping down his cock, coating his balls and smearing onto his hips when he starts thrusting into you.

You're whining beneath him, unable to even talk. Jake glances down at you, his eyes scanning your pretty face, the way your eyelids flutter shut, the way your ears are folded back. He can't even care how wrong this is anymore: he's just thanking that you're too innocent to prevent him from using you.

“Does it feel good, sweet?” he questions, your pussy squelching as your arousal dribbles out of you.

“Mhmm!” you gasp. You grind your hips against Jake's, pussy sucking him in, your womb feeling like it's on fire with each brush of his cock to your cervix.

And Jake smirks. “You poor thing,” he mocks. “Look at you, suffering so much.” He cages your body under his, dragging his tongue across your jaw. “Almost makes me want to give you a permanent solution to this issue of yours.”

You moan softly. “What—wh' d'you mean?”

He laughs, biting your jaw and making you gasp. “What if I were to give you a baby, hm? Put my child in you.”

Your eyes snap open, looking terrified. “N-no, we can't.”

“It's a solution for both of us,” Jake continues, adoring the look of fear on your face. “You get rid of your heat, and I get to keep you all to myself, huh?”

“But—the others,” you gasp. What will they say?

“I don't care about the others,” he says sharply. “I'm asking you what you want.”

Your eyes meet his. Beneath the predatory amber of his eyes, you see something soft and warm, something caring.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks. “You want me t'fill you up?”

“Please,” you say softly, nodding. “Give me a baby, Jake. Please!”

Jake groans, his cock twitching inside of you at the sound of your plead. Your cunt is so tight, almost begging him for his cum, and he's more than willing to give it to you.

Your womb is ablaze with the need to be full, your body thrumming with desire.

You mewl and gasp unintelligibly, your hands grabbing onto Jake's arms and digging your nails into his muscles.

He lowers his mouth to yours, his heart racing because, without taking everything that you're already doing, this feels more intimate than anything else.

His kiss is soft and gentle, slow, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. It's probably the way it all suddenly feels so passionate and soft that has your orgasm right on the surface.

You clench around his cock, body shaking, and Jake groans. “You gonna come for me, girl? You gonna come on my cock?”

“Mhmm!” you mewl. “Yes, yes!”

And then you can feel the pressure within you coil tight, so tight, and suddenly your orgasm bursts within you, your slick gushing out of you.

“That's it,” Jake groans, his own release so close. “Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up now, girl. Fuck,” he hisses.

And then he's coming, spilling into you, and you gasp, shuddering as his cum fills your womb. You're breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down, and finally the ache deep within you dissipates.

Jake kisses your forehead, chucking softly. “You feelin' better, honey?”

You nod, out of breath, and Jake moves to pull out of you.

You squeeze his arm, keeping him inside of you. “Stay,” you manage, breathing heavily.

Jake nods. “Okay.” He rolls you two over so he's on his back and you're on top of him, and he holds you tight to his chest.

You fall asleep to the soft sound of his beating heart.

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@kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @neytirishottie @crazy4books1

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[faakeid]

For some reasons, someone on FB started a rumour of Kai x Dahyun (from 2wice) out of nowhere and now I wanna laugh, thinking how some people might start to find their "moments" from award shows and "lovestagram" cuz if you squeeze it hard enough, people will get like 5sec (at most)moments of them like with jxk lmaooooo

Poor Dahyun 💔

#yes Dahyun bc ji at least had lots of dating scandals #and for twice theres momo and jihyo already #dahyun is one of the most popular twice members with nayeon tzuyu and sana #hope she doesnt get grabbed into any scandal

[kuronanox]

My own fae - Fuegoleon Vermillion

(Author note: Reader is a fairy with wings, you can imagine however you wanna look. Warning not edited)

It was a cold winter night; Fuegoleon was just about to head to bed when there was a loud thud from outside his window. He was a little grumpy because of how late it was and he would be enraged if he finds to see some of his men just pulling a friendly prank.

Opening his window the strong gust of wind flowed through his hair as he looked around to find nothing. Assuming it was a branch or so till he saw a shimmering light from below.

It had wings and fair skin, back faced towards him the creature seemed distressed and weak as it only had a cloth wrapped around its body.

Heading down below the creature had features that were fairy and elf like to him.

"Miss are you alright?" Fuegoleon ask offering a hand but she looked at him in the eye and tried to fly away only to fall back down as she hissed in pain.

Gazing over to her back it seemed like a part of her wings were fractured. "Cold." She finally says looking back at him desperately.

Fuegoleon a bit mesmerized by the fairies beauty realized she only had a cloth that hid very little. Clearing his throat he took his cape off and wrapped it around her.

Before he could she somehow hid her wings as it disappeared.

Waiting on the floor she looked up at him. "I need help." She then says staring at her feet.

Fuegoleon being a gentleman as he is effortlessly picks her up bridal style. "May I get your name?"

"(Your Name) my name is (Your Name)." She says and stares into his eyes.

Fuegoleon was royalty and considered high in social status so looks from men and women usually didn't bother him, but the way she looked at him made him self conscious. He didn't know why but she was definitely different.

Luckily it was late at night and everyone had a curfew so no one was out, he would have to place her at his private quarters.

Dropping her softly on his bed he placed a robe for her to use.

"We'll talk in the morning. Good night." He says and leaves to his main office to sleep on the couch. (Your Name) doesnt say a word and watches his back leave.

It was early morning as Fuegoleon awoke he peaked into his room to find the fairy still sound asleep. Her hair was splattered and on her back was deep scars he had missed to see last night.

Awaking her eyes she turned to see him peering above her. He had never seen such eye colors before, they were dream like and ethereal.

"I-" he begins to explain but she giggles a bit and leaps out of bed in front of him. (Your Name) examined his face and features. He had royal blood running through his vain. Reaching up to his face she cupped his cheeks and closed her eyes before opening them and meeting his eyes.

"You were asleep for a long time." She finally says and then reaches to his arm that was cut off. "But you've grown stronger."

Fuegoleon lost for words stuttered "H-how did you know."

"I just know things." She simply answers as there was a long silence between the two. Not one moving an inch.

"Um well follow me." He says and brings her to a closet filled with Mereoleona old clothing she didn't wear anymore. "Just pick whatever you like."

After situating her clothes she followed him out and into the clover kingdom. She didn't say one word and followed silently and obediently. Fuegoleon didn't think she was a threat.

They met with the Wizard king. "Julius she is the lady I told you about." Fuegoleon says as the man... well boy at the moment eyes brighten up.

She hesitantly stepped up and showed the Wizard king her scars and wounded wing.

"Interesting, I've never met a fae in real life. What brings you to Clover kingdom?"

(Your Name) didn't know she just knew she was banished from her home.

"I- Well I was banished from home, I don't know how to get back. We aren't suppose to show ourselves to anyone but unfortunately I had to pay the consequences for that."

Fuegoleon studied her features, it was no wonder she was dreamy like.

"I see well! I don't see any harm coming from you. But we do need to place you somewhere safe do you have magic?" Julius asks curiously.

(Your Name) nods and lightly touches Julius forehead. He slowly turned back to a 40 year old man until she moved away he became tiny again.

"Interesting! It seems like you can see through most things. Luckily for you we are a kingdom based on magic so I think you will fit in just well." He assured as she smiled at him.

"I wish to stay by his side." She then says looking back at Fuegoleon.

"That is if he wishes so too?" Julius says looking back at the Crimson Lion captain.

"Of course. However our guest feels most at home. Then you will join my squad."

On the way out (Your Name) was shown to Owen to help mend the scars. The wings would have to heal over time.

"So you really don't know how to get back home?" Fuegoleon curiously asks the fairy as she looked around the kingdom.

"Not one clue but I don't mind. It is a beautiful place where I come from but, rules were super strict there. It doesn't seem to bad here. And if nothing works out I can always find my way home in nature." She assured him as they head to the market.

He doesn't say anything else as they shopped around the market so she could find her essentials. Observing her Fuegoleon could see she was a free spirit and nothing was holding her back as she helped a lot of the commoners.

He saw that she noticed a little girls flowers were dying. (Your Name) wriggled her fingers as yellow sparks came out and the flowers grew 10x healthier.

By sunset he would have to tell his squad that another member joined.

Dinner time came and the hall was rowdy as usual, he silenced the hall and made a few announcements.

"As many of you guys know now we have a new edition for the Crimson Lions. I would like you to welcome (Your Name)."

Curiously she hid behind him and poked her head out. "It seems as she is shy in larger groups that draw attention."

"I won't disappoint, please treat me kindly." She then says and gives a small smile.

"ANIUE! Something about her seems so dreamy. How did we get so lucky!" Leopold yells excited for the new member.

"I wonder the same." Fuegoleon says as the hall went back to a loud musical room.

"What troubles you?" (Your Name) asks as they entered his private quarters. Although it seemed scandalous Fuegoleon was drawn to her since the first time he set eyes on her.

"Just work, you are welcome to stay until the guest bedroom is prepared."

She walked from behind him and grabbed his two shoulders and laid him down on her lap. "It's about the demons right?"

Fuegoleon didn't even question how she knew but he nodded. Running her hands through his hair and braiding them she hummed. "Don't worry. Even the fairies fear them but that doesn't mean there isn't hope and courage." She soothes him as he closes his eyes and embrace the moment.

"You have trouble sleeping because you're afraid you won't wake up again when you were in a coma. It was dark and scary for you." (Your Name) says as he sighs.

"It scares me how much you know about me. It seems like you're the only who understands." Fuegoleon says as he looks up to her hues.

"Don't trust all fairies you come across not all of them are like me." She warns slightly.

"What if I don't wanna met any other fairy when I have one already?" He questions and she laughs kissing his forehead.

He was a grown men but physically touch hadn't been in his library to do list in a long time. Fuegoleon liked how gentle she was with him. "Are all fairies like this?"

"Hmm maybe, maybe not. I put a spell to make you sleepy. Get some rest." She whispers as he drifted off only remembering her looking down at him.

It had been a few months since (Your Name) was welcomed to the Clover Kingdom and she learned the culture simply fast as she fit in hiding her nature identity.

Fuegoleon and everyone that were magic knights were having a celebration. There would be a feast and party along with music and games it was a celebration for all their hard work and a break to have some fun.

He really wanted to invite (Your Name) as a date but was to shy to ask. Usually he was very straightforward but something about her made him smitten.

"What's wrong Aniue?" Leopold ask as they trained one morning. "Something on your mind?"

"It's nothing concentrate on your target don't get distracted!"

"FUEGOLEON!" (Your Name) yelled running towards them carrying a basket of fruits and flowers. Her dress flowing as her hair wrapped tight in a flower crown.

"Aniue watch out!" Leopold shoots as Fuegoleon fell onto the floor. "Ha! I knew it! You were distracted and I got you!" The younger Vermillion cheered.

(Your Name) helped Fuegoleon up as she then patted Leopold head. "Good job little one."

"Thanks! Well I'll leave y'all two to be!" He says running off giving Fuegoleon a wink.

The older Vermillion grumbled and looked towards (Your Name). "Your day off?"

"Yeah I went out and picked some stuff up!" She showed him the different varieties of fruits and flowers, placing a white one in his hair.

"You have a question for me?"

"Huh no I don't!" He denied and looks away as she giggles. "Yes you do. Just ask me. What is it?"

He sighed in defeat. There was no hiding from her. "Well we are having a Magic knights celebration and I wanted to bring you as my date..."

"I'll go! I was going to go anyways."

"But you'll go as my date?"

"Yes I will!" She assured and walks past him to set the fruits down in the dining hall. He grinned like a teenage boy and followed right after.

That night there were many people out and (Your Name) had a bright smile on her face. She was fascinated with the food and music that were surrounding her.

Fuegoleon smiled down at her as she pointed to many different things.

"Fuegoleon." Nozel says from behind as they turned around. "I see this is the commoner you've had in your squad.. you've been hiding her. No one know what she looks like."

(Your Name) looks at Nozel up and down and says "Aren't you his rival? Interesting."

"Why does she speak to me like we are the same level?" He sneers looking down at her and she tilts her head.

"I'm the fae he's been keeping a secret. I'm pretty sure we know who's more of a higher status." She then says and excuse herself.

Fuegoleon sighs and gives Nozel a look. "Seriously?"

"Hmph shes a know it all I see."

"You don't know how literate she can be sometimes." Fuegoleon says and smiles at her back as she plays with Leopold and his friends.

"So she isn't a commoner but rather a fae. Quite interesting how you came across one. I've never seen one in real life."

"Me too, she told me they aren't allowed to show themselves but she stuck here now. (Your Name) doesn't know how to get back home."

There was silence between the two as the two royal men watched her curiosity along side making new connection with other Magic Knights.

"So no one knows?"

"Only a few people know. She knows things on her own. She knew about my coma, the elves and demons. She even transformed Julius back for a few minutes."

Nozel eyes widen and then narrowed. "You sure she isn't a spy?"

"I highly doubt it."

Although she was Fuegoleon date she couldn't help but venture off and get to know more people.

"You are Nozel younger sister." She says to Noelle as the young teen watches Asta and Leopold afar dance to the music.

"I-I'm royalty yes!" She blushes at the older women. Noelle felt a sense safe in her presence, almost like a motherly figure.

"You like him." (Your Name) looks at Asta and smirks.

"I do not!"

Grabbing Noelle hands they dance together with Leopold and Asta. Noelle shy at first blushes and looks down but gains confidence because (Your Name) guided her.

"Ahh Noelle!" Asta yells as he and Leopold connects arms with her. "Yuno! Mimosa come join us!"

(Your Name) backed away and watched from afar, they seem happy.

A arm snakes around her waist as she looks up to find Fuegoleon watching the kids. She smiles at him and grabs his hand. "Let's dance too. We are known to like music and dancing."

He hesitantly follows. "I'm not sure about dancing."

"Just follow my steps." She encourages as he nods and follows her pace.

There was a comfortable silence between the two as they moved back and forth the ballroom. Looking around (Your Name) saw a lot of people were staring at them. She shyly hid her face in his chest.

"Why are people staring at us?"

He chuckles and takes the initiative moves now, twisting her around to wrap his arm around her.

"It's because they are jealous. I haven't been seen out with a lady in a long time."

Turning herself back around she touched his chest. "You are nervous, your heartbeat is fast."

He takes her hands with his and kisses it lightly. "You can see everyone else's feelings but always deny mine."

(Your Name) blushes and grip his hand tighter.

"I do know your feelings. I make you feel like a teenage boy chasing after a girl."

"Well if you put it that way..."

"You aren't allowed to be with someone not royal. Isn't that by law."

Fuegoleon smile fades as he caress her scar back and pushes some of her hair out of her face to see the little tiny pointy ears before hiding them again.

"You already know I don't care about status. I don't care what other people think about us either."

"Fuegoleon has been smitten over me since the first day we might." She teases as he grins a bit.

Pushing herself up she brings him down for a kiss that shook the entire kingdom.

"Does that answer your question?" She asks as he sheepishly nods and gives her another kiss.

"Oh I might go blind." Nozel says in disgust as he slightly smiles for his rival.

"Tch that means it's time for you to find yourself a girl." Mereoleona says crossing her arms and watching the two new lovers embrace in the crowd.

"As if, no one here is worthy!"

"Worthy of the braid." Yami cuts in as Nozel sends him death glares.

Meanwhile on the side Charlotte is staring at Yami hoping it would be them one day.

"Let's go aniue! I knew it was from the start!" Leopold cheers running between them and hugging (Your Name).

The night came to an end perfectly for them as the two new lovers left impatiently to discovering new beginnings.

#black clover x reader #black clover imagine #black clover imagines #fuegoleon vermillion #fuegoleon #leopold vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #nozel silva #julius novachrono #black clover asta #noelle silva #yami sukehiro #black clover #black clover oneshot #black clover oneshots #black clover fuegoleon

[nike-shawn]

Hockey Shawn Part One

It’s here!! I really hope you guys enjoy my next series: Hockey Shawn! Let me know what you want to see later on, and happy reading! ⚡️❄️

⚡️ November 1st, 2020 ⚡️

You wake up early, before the sun. The hotel room is bathed in city light but the sky is dark, and you notice small snow flurries sticking to the floor to ceiling windows.

Snow. The first of the season.

Careful not to wake the sleeping boy next to you, you sneak out from underneath the duvet and pad to the bathroom where you splash cold water over your face. One quick look at the bags under your eyes and the mats in your hair could tell anyone what you were up to the night prior— you blush as you remember his calloused hands running over your soft skin, moving lower, lower...

You jump into a cold shower. The first seconds are miserable but you soon get used to it, as you always do. Water falls over your tanned legs and shampoo lathers in your hair as you try to hurry through all the steps. You’re going to be late for school, and you’re already skating on thin ice. Your boss, a stern, older woman with bright red glasses, has had her eyes on you since you accidentally let out a laugh at one of your kids’ senior pranks. (It was something to do with shaving cream and pencils— you can’t quite remember, but it definitely was hilarious). One more slap on the wrist and you’ll be firmly placed on her bad side.

Hooking up with a hot guy at a bar on a Sunday night was not the brightest idea you’ve ever had. You didn’t think it would lead to you sleeping in his classy hotel room, but here you are. You can just slip away into the darkness of the morning and he’ll be none the wiser. Of course, you’d love to leave with his number, but you doubt he’s staying in town for more than a few days judging by the lack of luggage he had in his room. You’re better off leaving before he cracks his pretty eyes open.

You towel off and cringe as you put last nights dress on. There’s nothing else to wear, but the thought of dirty clothes touching your newly cleaned skin makes you a bit sad. You push the thought away as you emerge back into the bedroom.

“Oh,” you jump, pressing a palm to your heart that is racing in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

The man who you forgot to ask the name of smiles softly, and you notice that he has an adorable lazy eye. “I have to get going soon too,” he replies. He runs a hand over his unruly curls and clears his throat. You watch as his eyes drag slowly over your body. “Did you want to borrow something?”

You awkwardly pick at the (very short) hem of your dress. “If you don’t mind,” you say.

“Not at all.” He turns to his now open suitcase and starts to shuffle the clothes around. You see a flash of red and black, something that reminds you of a jersey, before the lid closes and he’s offering you a plain white t-shirt and black joggers.

“Oh, wow,” you say as you take in the brand names of each item. “You don’t have to give me nice stuff; I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get it back to you.”

He shakes his head and motions for you to turn around. You do, and he starts to tug your zipper down, much more gently than he did last night. Your dress goes slack around your shoulders. “It’s no problem. Don’t worry about getting them back to me anytime soon.” You smile your appreciation as you pull his clothes on. “Though, I would really like to see you again.”

You blush. “I’d love to see you again, too.”

You turn to examine yourself in the mirror and you catch his eye in the reflection. “Here,” he says. His fingers dig beneath the waistband of your (his) joggers and he rolls it over a few times so the legs aren’t as slouchy as before. Your skin heats up from where he touches it. “Better, eh?”

You raise your eyebrows. “You’re Canadian?”

He just nods, that genial expression still light on his features. He’s really such a kind person, you think, as you grab your purse and dress off the floor. You really would like to see him again.

In an uncharacteristic bout of courage, you lean up and, with a grip on his shoulder, kiss him. You can feel him smiling underneath your lips.

“I hope to see you again soon,” he tells you.

“You too.”

You walk out the door and feel like you’re walking on clouds.

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That morning at school, your students are oddly energetic.

You’re trying to gather their attention when you overhear a couple of them talking about some sports scandal. You weren’t interested until you catch a name, one that was oddly familiar. “Shawn Mendes.”

Suddenly you’re transported back to the bar last night, completely sober and fighting annoyance at your best friends who were swooning over a boy across the room. He was obviously trying to stay on the downlow, since he was almost completely shrouded in the darkness of the far corner. “Shawn Mendes,” your friend told you, “he’s in big trouble these days.”

You must have pushed those words out of your mind because not too long after, the same boy ran into you outside of the bathroom. As soon as you locked eyes, you knew exactly how the rest of the night would play out. And you were right, of course, because you woke up in his bed. But if it weren’t for your students’ conversation, that entire situation with your friend would’ve completely slipped your mind.

Trying to push all those anxious thoughts away, you get through the rest of your day with little to no concern for Shawn. However, the second you get back to your apartment, you open up google and type his name into the search bar. Millions of results fill your screen— the first few being articles that reference an infamous video, a conversation between him and a paparazzi. It doesnt take you long to find a link to that particular scene, and you wait only a minute for YouTube to load before his beautiful face comes across your desktop.

He’s flustered, obviously so. It was from last month, so it hasn’t gotten too cold yet, and he’s dressed only in a light windbreaker and sweatpants with a logo you recognize on them. He looks exactly the same as he did in your hotel room, though his hair is a bit shorter. And, of course, he looks a lot angrier. “Get out of my way,” he says gruffly, wedging his way through the crowd of cameras. One person who was out of the frame must have refused to move, because Shawn says “I said, get out of my fucking way, man.” A few seconds pass and they’re all shouting things at him, things like “you and Maddy, huh? How is she doing? Have you talked to her?”

Then, there’s yelling.

The camera pans to the man in question, and all you see is Shawn’s fist collide with his face.

The video ends.

You stare at your computer in shock. Who is this guy? The boy in that hotel room would never do that, not in a million years. And why is he being followed by paparazzi? You figured he played some professional sport, but there’s a big difference between being on a team and being harassed by tabloids, wanting to know every last thing about your love life.

You check the sidebar for more videos of him, and you see a few referencing his “Greatest Plays” or “10 Times Shawn Mendes Made Me Swoon”, but then one towards the bottom catches your eye. “Shawn Mendes’ Career-Ending Accident”.

You’re too curious. You click on the video and feel your heart pound as it loads. It takes you to a hockey rink, the stadium filled with fans cheering loudly. The score is the New York Lightening 3, Detroit Cougars 2. The New York team is wearing the jersey you saw in Shawn’s suitcase. The camera finds him, the star of the show, and you find yourself smiling as you catch a look of his face through his helmet.

Then, a player on the other team comes up and shoves him against the edge of the rink. The hit itself didn’t look extremely hard— you hadn’t seen too much of hockey but you know that the players get hit much harder than that on a regular basis. However, this one must’ve hit somewhere that it shouldn’t have. Shawn falls to the ice and starts convulsing, the scariest sight you’ve seen in many years. The announcers of the game are rightfully concerned, and the crowd has fallen to a whisper. You find your palm over your mouth in shock.

Finally, after what feels like hours, he becomes still and a stretcher breaks through the crowd of medical professionals that have gathered around Shawn, shielding him from view of the camera. He is carried off, and before he disappears into the locker room, you can see him sitting up with a dazed look on his face.

You look over to the shirt and sweatpants he gave you. Last night and this morning with him seems so, so far away, and his picture in your mind has shifted dramatically. He’s an extremely famous hockey player who suffered an injury that has kept him from the game since this day over a year ago, and he has a famous ex-girlfriend who’s simple mention caused him to get angry enough to assault a cameraman.

His name is Shawn Mendes, and you need to see him again.

🍁⚡️🍁⚡️

The opportunity comes a week later.

Your friend convinces you to return to the same bar you went to last week. Convinces is actually quite a strong word for what happened— she mentioned her plans and offered for you to come along and you readily agreed. A part of you desperately wants to see Shawn again and ask him about his life, about all the things you had no idea about before. But you know that, in the off chance you did see him, you’d sink back into your shell and revert to the same thing you two did before. You’d go back to his hotel, have sex, and wake up the next morning beside him, all without any semblance of meaningful conversation.

You walk into the bar and immediately your eyes latch on to that corner where he stationed himself last week. There’s definitely someone there, but it isn’t your six foot something hockey player hookup. You fight the disappointment in your chest.

It’s for the best, anyways. Plus, tonight is Saturday, and last week you saw him on Sunday. Maybe he’s a Sunday night regular. Or, maybe he isn’t a regular at all. With a hint of sadness you realize that he most likely lives somewhere else and just flies in when he needs to be in the city. Why else would he be staying in a hotel?

“What’s wrong?” Your friend Lilly asks, gripping your elbow to gain your attention.

“Oh, nothing. Just distracted,” you say, smiling softly. You sit next to her at a bar stool and immediately lose interest in the scene. The bartender starts to flirt with Lilly and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. You wish Shawn was flirting with you like he is with her, but it seems like you’re fresh out of luck.

The night drags on and you spend a lot of it scrolling through Shawn’s Instagram. Most of the recent posts are sponsored, one for a sports drink and another for a protein powder, and both pictures are just of him with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes on the balcony of a gorgeous high rise somewhere in the city. So he does live here, you think. You want to kick yourself for never getting his phone number. The next few are action shots of him on the ice, his cheeks flushed and his hair sweaty and matted against his head. He looks fantastic in his uniform-- no wonder the pictures have over a million likes each. 

“Are you ready to go?” Lilly asks, shaking you out of your Instagram stalking. 

With one last glance at that dark corner, you nod and grab your coat and purse. The two of you exit the bar not having paid for one drink thanks to Lilly’s flirtation, and you feel like a deflated balloon. You gained absolutely nothing from the past three hours when you could’ve met back up with the sweet, handsome boy you had a massive crush on who has some secret, intriguing double life that you want to know more about.

You walk back to the parking lot behind the bar and breathe in the very unfamiliar smell of the small patch of forest around the lot. In the city, you don’t get much of that natural, woodsy scent, but you welcome it, even if you can see right through the shallow gathering of tree trunks to the other side, which is classic, crowded New York City. You get lost in the view of the snow gathering on the branches. It’s beautiful.

“Y/N!” Lilly whispers. “Holy shit, is that him?”

You snap back to attention and follow Lilly’s finger to the tall, very familiar figure that’s getting closer and closer. If you didn’t immediately recognize that messy head of curls, you may have been scared. But instead your chest fills with butterflies.

“Hey, wow,” he says as he gets closer. His cheeks are flushed rosy red from the cold and the yellow streetlights illuminate his face enough for you to catch the sight of his adorable lazy eye. He is slightly out of breath and you figure he was on a run, taking a quick glance at his dry-fit long sleeve and leggings with running shorts on top. “Crazy seeing you here.”

You are almost stunned into silence, but Lilly covertly kicks your foot to get your attention again. “Yeah, hey. That is crazy. You live around here, then?”

“No, not really. I’ve been staying at uh... at that hotel.” You can see that he’s uncomfortable with Lilly being there, thinking that she may be unaware. Of course, you already told her everything. “Just went out for a run because I’ve been holed up all day working.”

“Us too. We came to the bar to let loose a little,” Lilly fills in for you. “Rough week at school.”

“You’re both teachers?” He asks.

“Yeah, high school English,” you answer. You start to realize that he knows your job before he knows your first name.

You both let a small silence blanket the conversation before he breaks it with, “I came over because I thought I recognized that shirt.” His blindingly white, straight-toothed smile is back. 

You look down, mortified at the memory of throwing on his plain t-shirt underneath a cardigan and tucking it into your jeans only a few hours ago, rushing through getting ready because Lilly was already waiting for you outside your apartment. It was the first thing you saw, so you grabbed it without any thought. 

You flush a deep red. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry; I didn’t even realize,” you stammer.

“No, no,” Shawn laughs. “Don’t worry about it. Looks better on you.” If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely are now. “Do love those sweatpants I gave you, though. Can I have your number?” You feel yourself smiling like an idiot, your embarrassment fading away. “Just to get the pants back, of course.”

“Yeah, definitely.” You reach into your purse to grab your phone as he hands you his, a new contact page already pulled up. You both save your name and number in each other’s phones. “My name’s Y/N, by the way,” you say a bit awkwardly.

“I’m Shawn. It’s really nice to run into you, Y/N. Hope I see you soon.”

“Just to get your sweatpants back, right?” You joke.

“Oh, yeah. Just because of the sweatpants.”

You both laugh a bit before waving, and you watch as he disappears back to the trail that he was running on.

Lilly whistles lowly. “Well, shit. You’re in for quite a ride with him.”

You had no idea how right she was.

Part Two

#hockeyshawn #Shawn Mendes Imagine #fluff #HOW DID YOU LIKE IT #Idk it's kinda long but it needed all that build up #PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK

[sugagimmesugar]

Only Fools Fall for You Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Both. RM and Namjoon. 

Chapter. 1 2 3 4 5 6 (In Progress)

“Why are you laughing?”,she asks, confused by his reaction.

His face drops, unsure whether to tell the girl he just met about RapMonster. Why can’t he just be Namjoon for a day? A few seconds of silence as he struggles to decide who to be today…..

Both. Both Namjoon and RM.

“ Actually, that’s me, I am RM. I am kind of on holiday right now, at least I have the whole day today and until tomorrow at 12 off, but in general I am in town for almost a week cause my band is playing some shows here. I was trying to be just Namjoon today but… I am RM too. Thanks for the compliment by the way, nobody’s ever recommended my own music to me.” He shoots her a shy smile, taking in her shocked reaction. Seconds later her expression changes to a mocking grin.

“Yea sure. Hozier my old buddy just popped by last week. I should really start a wall of fame in this place, with all these international celebrities dropping by all the time.” She rolls her eyes at him and leaves him sitting at the bar alone.

With a sigh, Namjoon takes out his phone, opening Spotify and starting up a playlist. “only fools fall for you” he hadn’t missed everything from her recommended album after all. While fixing a playlist he was lost in thought. He really liked this girl, hopefully he didn’t scare her away. Suddenly he comes to a solution, how he can easily convince her that he isn’t just some dickhead being cocky. He quickly checks with his manger, who reluctantly agrees.

A few minutes later, she returns, an annoyed expression on her face.

“Show me your music then, RM.”, she says, dragging out his name in a mocking manner and looking him straight in the eye.

“I am working on a proper playlist right now. But, I actually have a little, well, lets say a proposal for you.” He smirks, taking in her surprised and questioning expression. “How about, I repay you for this coffee tonight? As in, I buy you a drink. And we actually talk a bit. If you end up liking me and we enjoy each others company as much as I think we could… I fixed a backstage pass for the show tomorrow for you. It’s just an opportunity, I don’t wanna push anything on you. I just think you could have a fun night out.” She is looking shocked… again… So after a few seconds of awkward silence he decides to get back to the most important thing: “...Please, show me some more of your music! I’m really liking it so far.”, he laughs. He can see her processing what he just said. He cant help but smile at her overwhelmed look.

She shakes her head, a cautious smile on her lips, and turns to help some customers who just entered the store.

As he picks up his phone again he sees it blowing up.

*BTS GroupChat*

Hobi: RM youre bringing a girl tomorrow?

Jin: When did you meet a girl?

Jin: You havent even been out that long? Why bring her to the concert already?

JK: oooh hyung met a girl!

JK: Is she cute?

JK:  Is it a date?

JK: Send a pic!

Joon: I met her today, we are getting along great and she doesnt believe me that I am   RM so I decided to prove it to her. Also maybe its a date? We will see! She hasnt even said yes yet…..

Hobi: She hasnt even said yes yet? Well done, bro.

RM: JK I cant just take a picture of her, thats creepy.

Suga: why are you guys blowing up my phone like this? let rm try to get some swedish ass and let me nap.

V: *pic of him and Jimin doing the finger heart* cheering for u hyung!

He laughs, everybody is reacting as expected.

Getting back to the playlist he finally decides to add some BTS songs. Why not brag and prepare her for tomorrow night? He keeps on adding to the list, waiting for her to return.

“Wow, how many “favourites” do you have?” he almost jumps at the voice suddenly right behind him.

“You didn’t tell me there was a maximum number of songs allowed. I am making a playlist, putting in everything I like that you might like as well.” he turns around, facing her with a smile.

“I guess that’s valid…. But there’s no way I can listen to all that before our drink later. How ‘bout a top ten? And show me some of your band’s stuff, I wanna know what kinda concert I’m committing to before I say yes to you, stranger.” she laughs, picking up his empty coffee and putting down a notepad in front of him. “Write me a top ten list of songs you recommend by your band and some other stuff. I’ll put it on here at the store and then we can see what i decide.” she turns to leave with a wink.

He grabs her arm: “Wait, you believe me all of a sudden?”

“First of all, you can’t just grab me like that, I am still theoretically at work, even though there isn’t much to do. Secondly, I googled you, dumbass. Can’t really deny that you have the same face as RM… So I believe you. Its fucking weird, yes, but I guess the dude who’s album I have been spamming for days somehow found his way to me.” Another wink and she leaves him to sit alone… again.

A top ten list, with songs to convince her to come to the concert tomorrow? That’s surprisingly much pressure.

Eternal Sunshine by Epik High

Midsummer Madness by 88rising

So Far Away by Agust D

I can give you heaven by HONNE

U by HER

Personal by Kehlani

Make it Right by BTS

Spring Day by BTS

Baepsae by BTS

Mikrokosmos by BTS

It takes him a while but eventually he finds a way to narrow it down to 10 songs. Some of his general favourites but through the view of what y/n could like.

With a broad, dimpled grin, he waves her over. She just throws up a peace sign and nods, acknowledging his wave. A few minutes later she saunters over, two coffees in her hands.

“Thought we could both use some more caffeine, RapMonster.” she says with a small giggle. He flinches and she quickly continues “Anyways, I am ready for your list! I saw you redo it so many times I was afraid you weren’t gonna finish it today. So, hand it over and I will put it on. Any special order or just any of them? Is it a ranking?”

“Ok, so it’s not a ranking or anything, just the 10 songs I decided fit your taste best, or at least I hope so. BTS, as you know, is the group I am part of, so you can take those last. Agust D is one of the other members in the group and the song is from his solo-mixtape. Since you liked mine so much I thought you might like his stuff, too. Other than that it’s some friends of mine and general songs I jam to myself. I hope you like it.” He hands her the notepad, his 4 earlier drafts already in the trashcan closest to him. She takes it and smiles: “Oh, Kehlani! I love her! Let me just queue these and then I will be right back for the coffee.”

The two sit and drink coffee while the music plays, only occasionally interrupting the listening silence for some lyric explanations.

With the time being close to closing time, the store is empty once again, and unbothered by customers, y/n has slowly started swaying and occasionally dancing along to the music, fixing small things around the store or just dancing up and down behind the bar, just going along with the music. When “Make it Right” starts, she is fixing the last small things behind the bar. He can see her really jamming to the music and it makes him smile, he knows that ARMY loves the song and he has seen the stats and all that, but it’s something different to see someone in front of you, in such a casual way, just enjoying themselves and your music.

** Oh, oh, I can make it Right**

As the chorus hits, she is just grinning at him, dancing around him and actually singing along to it, messily since she doesn’t know the lyrics but still. A bright smile lights up his face at the view, as he watches her move through the room, putting away their mugs and lastly going to get her stuff, getting ready to leave. She emerges with a leather jacket over her arm and a bag on her shoulder. As the last notes of “Make it Right” are sounding out, she hits the pause button.

“Sorry, I’m gonna have to stop this here. I gotta lock up now so we gotta get going. Is it chill if we head to pub right away? I need to eat something before I can let you buy me a drink. I know a nice small place close to here, I doubt any of your fans would go there, so you don’t have to worry about getting recognized.” She shoots him an apologetic look as she turns off everything at the register. He gets up and gets ready to leave, waiting for her just outside the shop.

“Lead the way, you’re the local. I’ll eat anything and to be honest I am not picky with pubs, I would just prefer not to cause a scandal tonight by getting photographed at a pub with a girl.”

She laughs, “Oh god yea that would be bad. It’s just this way. Let’s go!”

#only fools #bts rm #bts suga #bts jimin #bts jin #bts v #bts jungkook #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts imagine #bts fanfic #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #rm x reader #rm x y/n

[unlovedprinces]

Summary : Its been 5 years, 2 months and 3 days since Prince Liam last saw Riley. Will he reunite with her again or he’s already too late

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Bastien had to dragged him out of House Beaumont back to the palace. There he drink himself to sleep playing in his mind every memories he shared with Riley. That night he dreamed of her, her lips on him, the two of them at the beach where Riley brought him on the night of his bachelor party. This was the first time he didn’t want to wake up. It continued for almost a week, him waking up from a lovely dream about Riley, showing up for his engagement tour, drinking himself to sleep at night and then meeting Riley in his dream. Everyone noticed his sudden change, Drake was the first one to noticed , followed by his parents , and even Madeleine. But everytime someone tries to speak him out of this, he just laughed at them. When Madeleine confronted him for showing up drunk at one of their engagement tour, she excused the both of them immediately and dragged him into a secluded room. When she’s sure that no one was listening she shouted at him

“What the hell is wrong with you Liam?” he laughed at her, there were no hint of concern on her voice just irritation.

“Being an obedient husband and King..” he answered wryly. “Isnt that what you want?” he taunted. Madeleine slaps him straight in the face “not a drunk one!” she spit back.

“Just take the crown and let me be..” he said as he started walking away.

“I don’t care if you drink yourself to death because the bitch left you..just don’t show up at my court like a drunk and broken hearted teenager” she berated. He felt a rage crawled inside his body How dare she .He spunned around and grabbed Madeleine’s hand forcefully. “Shut your filthy lying mouth and don’t you dare call her names that only befits you..”

He caught Madeleine’s other hand before she tries slapping him again. “And the next time you lay your hand on me, you’ll gonna loose it. I’m still your King be sure to remember that..” he sneered as walked out of the room. That night his dream was different from the other ones, this time Riley was running away from him.

__________________________

“What the hell Liam?” He stirred awake as he hears a familiar feminine voice near him. He knows it wasn’t from Riley, because he knows her voice too well. No it wasn’t Rileys but it was familiar something he always hears when he was young, when they were young.

“Olivia.” he said as he tries to go back to sleep but Olivia was having nothing of it as she yanked the curtain from Liam’s room and let the sunlight hit Liam jerking him awake.

“Olivia…” Liam groaned

“Get up Liam..” Olivia commanded “What will Riley say if she sees you like this..”

“Don’t say her name..” he said sadly

“What? Riley?” Olivia said deliberately “Your one true love Riley?” she continued knowing full well it will infuriate him.

“I said stopped it!” Liam snapped , now he was sitting on his bed.

“And what youre going to do? drink yourself to death? Because that’s what youve been doing this past few days and I must tell you it will not surprise me..”

“She left me..” he said miserably

“So..?”

“I said..she left me..”

“And..?”

“Dont you understand? She left me! She doesnt want to be with me!” he shouted.

“How would you know that she didn’t want to be with you?” Olivia asked. Liam pulled Riley’s letter to his drawer and throw it on Olivia. He looked down at the floor as Olivia read the letter. There was a moment before Olivia reply.

“She didn’t said that she doesn’t want to be with you in this letter..actually she said I love you many times here.” Olivia reason out. “I think she’s afraid Liam, afraid for herself and for you..”

“Doesn’t she trust me? Liam asked painfully “She knows that I’ll always protect her, everything I’ve done , I’ve done for her..I wanted to protect her..”

“And how did you protect her before the scandal?” Olivia didn’t want to mentioned it but she needed Liam to see reasons. He didn’t answer.

“You know the only way you can protect her is to find the culprit who set her up and…by the way you’re acting , you only making her see that she was right to runaway..”

He glared at her but she didn’t stop “Look at you looking all pathetic, even Drake came up to me asking for help..You know what Maxwell and Drake have been doing? They’re trying to find her!” Olivia signed “Maybe she’s afraid that someone will try to hurt her or you, you know how much she loves you Liam maybe she’s even more afraid for you”

Liam took his eyes off the floor to look at Olivia. “Maybe after you clean up all this mess in the court you can find her you know..or maybe she will come back to you" she said

Liam was quite for a moment. He knew that Olivia was right. How can he wallow in self pitty when Riley was only trying to protect both of them and their friends. Olivia seats beside him and gave back Riley’s letter. Liam started to read it again

do not assume that I didn’t love you because I do with all my heart…

I hope someday will see each other again without all of this and were both free to love each other.

I love you

Liam realize just how completely and utterly disappointing he truly become this past few days. How can he wasted so much time drinking the days away when he should have spent those in finding her. How can he be so contented to see Riley in his dreams when his heart wanted the real her. His whole being was filled with a new purpose this time. He will make sure that when Riley see him again it wasn’t in secret anymore. No more stolen glances in front of other people. No other girl standing beside him but her and this time he will make sure to tell the world that he loves her.

He look at Olivia, one of his oldest friend as he held her hand squeezing it, thanking her in silence.

“You welcome..” she answered..“Now get up and get a shower!” Olivia commanded. He laughs at that , she still the same bossy girl he always knew.

Olivia stands up knowing full well that her job is done. He can now see the determination in Liam’s eyes and she was happy. She already acknowledged her defeat the night of the coronation and it wasn’t because of the threat. She knew who have Liam’s heart and it wasn’t her and she feels contented with that. Just being part of Liam’s life not as partner or wife but as a friend was enough to make her smile.

She took a one last look at him before saying “If you need any help..I..we” she corrected “.. are always here for you..”

“I know..” he smiled at her and at that she exited his room.

Liam open his second drawer near his bed and took a small rose colored box. He slowly opens it and look at the tear shaped diamond ring of her mother. It was her mother’s wedding ring. His father had given it to his mother and he gave it to Liam when he found out the real reason of her mother’s death saying that to give it to the girl you love and protect her with your whole being and don’t be like him who have been useless in protecting his own love. Filled with new determination he took a one last look at the ring and said

“Wait for me Riley..”

#liam x mc #olivia x liam #the royal romance #trr2 #trr #book 2 #pixelberry #choices: trr #choices: the royal romance #myff #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic writing #liam rys #olivia nevrakis #liamxmcff2 #liamxmcpart2

[thatawesomenerdygirl]

Misjudgement

Requested by; Anon

“If request open, will u pls do some angst bruce x reader? Where they used to date for months but he doesnt take their relationship seriously. Its just a cover for public image to him. He thought the reader is a shallow person like the usual women he dated before. But reader is actually smart but choose to pretend to be shallow. Bruce broke up with her. Then years later they met n he learn who she is. He want to get to know her n pursue her but she still hurt with him. Thanks in advance.”

Warning; Angst (not really because I suck) and sudden change of POV. And off the prompt, just a little.

You had your arms around Bruce's, smile not leaving your lips as you went to your 12th date with him. You've dated for months with him, you love him with all your heart. You always at your best when you were with him, all dolled up so you wouldn't feel self-conscious and out of place when he brought you to a fancy looking place.

Tonight was the night he promised that he would spend his time with you, he brought you to a quite fancy restaurant. You thanked all the gods up there that you've made the right decisions to dress as fancy as you could even though your intention was only to spent the night with him, playing or whatever, but being a shy woman that you were you couldn't say it. The words were stuck in your throat.

So you gave up and just spent your night dining in a restaurant nearby until late. You didn't have any appointments or meeting with your manager and the other agencies tomorrow morning, being a model as a job was hard, you were treated like a barbie doll.

The both of you sat down on a table near the window, the view was so great you couldn't take your eyes off it. But when you did you spotted a tinge of uncomfortableness in Bruce's blue eyes, he somehow didn't look as happy as you did.

"Bruce?" You called to the billionaire softly, placing your much smaller hand on top of his. You could feel he tensed as he looked at you, "what's wrong?"

"Don't worry darling," he finally responded after a moment of awkward silence, he moved his hand from your gentle grip to put it into his pocket. "I'm okay." He assured.

You didn't believe any of his words but decided to let it drop because you knew he wouldn't like it if you pushed the topic too far. You also had this weird feeling, your chest tightened when you think about it. Why?

The foods came, the two of you had a little chit chat, you did most of the talk since Bruce had preferred to listen instead of talking. You asked him about his day he only answered with boring as usual with a chuckle.

It went on and on, it got worse each day. You were always the one who called him, asking him about his day, what is he doing, telling him that you missed him, saying goodnight even I love you. You missed him a lot. On Saturday night you decided not to contact him to see if he would do it.

You received no calls and no messages. No nothing.

It saddened you, it made your heart drop when you woke up to work. Your manager had warned you about him, telling you that he was just using you to which you answered with,

"Give him a break, he's a kind and generous man. He's sweet, all of you need to see past his walls, his barriers. I love him not for his money, I love him for...Him, nothing else matters."

You managed to smile for the entire day until someone came into your changing room. A mail woman, you greeted her with the widest smile on your face. She returned your smile and gave you a letter.

"Oh, from Bruce." You smiled softly after reading where it was from. Your smile dropped at what you saw next.

Let's end this. This won't ever work.

-B.

The mail woman saw your tears that slowly dripping down to the paper, they dropped right on Bruce's signature. The ink slowly faded because of your tears, the old woman you didn't know hugged you hoping it would bring you some comfort. You gladly accepted her little embrace as you cried.

Your manager who just came back from a coffee shop saw your state. She immediately put the coffee cups down and joined to embrace you. You kept on breaking down, everything was so blurry, so monochrome. All colors were gone from your eyes.

Since then you stopped being a model, your manager understands and she supported you. She even helped you looked for a new job, she knew how much of a smarty you were, she knew your abilities and skill because you were the one who helped her with everything that she couldn't handle. You became a scientist and your manager who also a lowkey smarty became your partner.

It took years for you to completely forgot about Bruce Wayne, about the good times you soon realized that you were the only one who enjoyed it, all the talks, everything. You even realized that he never took your relationship seriously, he used you. You were wrong... Or weren't you?

Soon your names were spread all over the news and cities, not because of your successful model career this time, instead, it was because of your brain. Your accomplishments, your ideas to make the city a better place, your works, your inventions. Not your body.

It was so satisfying, it felt good to be yourself and not the shallow woman everybody had come to know.

Everything you did reached Bruce's ears, he watched you from his TV in his office, he even watched every speech you made. He misjudged you, he made a wrong move. He looked down at a scarf you made for him on your first ever Valentine's day, he should've known that you weren't like any woman he had met and dated.

Those women never made something for him, they never even tried to. Bruce only could imagine how broken you were when he sent you that letter, that heartbreaking letter.

He ran his fingers through his raven hair, a sigh of frustration left his chapped lips. He had never felt like this before, why should he care? You were nothing. You were supposed to be nothing.

Then without him knowing 2 years had passed, Bruce couldn't get you off his mind. Karma is a bitch. He lived 2 more years of his life thinking about you, he now had fallen for you. He wanted to know you better, apologizes for what he did and even telling you the truth. Hours after hours he made up his mind.

He needs you.

2.31 PM, your work will be over in another 29 minutes. You didn't mind to stay longer in the lab since you enjoyed it, you enjoyed making things.

"(Y/N)! Someone is looking for you." Your colleague said, the blonde man brought in someone you hadn't met in years, you never expected to meet him here. You stared up at Bruce with wide eyes as soon as your gaze landed on him, you slowly gaining your composure back and looked at your male colleague.

"Thank you, I need some privacy."

He gave you a nod, a hint of worry was visible on his face. Of course, he knew your little scandal with the playboy, it reached everybody's ears.

"Please sit." You offered, he didn't budge and walked to where you were currently working on. It was a little device, a really small device. "What is it, Mr. Wayne?" You asked politely.

Bruce was taken aback upon hearing your voice, it was so different. It somehow had changed. When he first heard your voice it was so annoying he wanted to cover his ears every time you talked but now it sounded like a music. gentle, melodic and soothing were the only thing that could describe you right now.

Bruce didn't realize he had been silent the whole time until he heard your voice calling his name again.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"Oh, sorry." He quickly apologized.

"You should be." Your words made him tensed in his place, he looked at you still with his usual face but inside he felt his stomach churned and filled with an uncomfortable feeling.

"I shouldn't have done that." He finally responded.

"No, you shouldn't have."

More silence, you seemed so calm under the awkwardness. You couldn't help it, you were used to it. This awkwardness was the same thing you felt when you were still with him, still happy.

"Are you trying to get me back?"

Yes. He answered in his mind, I want to know you better I want to see you better from a different perspective.

"You're too dangerous for me Bruce." You continued, stopping your work and leaned your back against the seat. Eyes looking up at him sadly, "You turned me away like I begged for your money." You added.

Bruce didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything which you took as an opportunity to continue your speech. "I loved you, I did. I thought I saw through you but I was so naïve and stupid, so wrong."

You didn't notice Bruce had knelt down in front of you and gently took your smaller hand in his, it felt so warm now. The only thing you could feel when you dated him was coldness, it felt weird.

Bruce felt your fingers twitched in surprise but he didn't draw his hand back, he gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I was blind back then." He finally spoke up, "I didn't know it would hurt you that much. I thought you were like the other women and I was wrong I misjudged you. I'm just going to ask you once, I don't want to force you, will you give me another chance to get to know you better?"

You stared at his blue eyes, noticing that he didn't get enough sleep. Another silence filled the room once more before you stood up and drew your hand back from him.

"I don't know Bruce, I'm still scared." You grabbed your bag, walking towards the door before opening it open and stepped out. "I'll think about it."

[ END ]

Nope, not gonna continue this, I'm sorry!!!

Sorry for grammar errors hope you enjoyed!

-K!

Oh a little fun fact, I rewrote this like... 2 times. The other two has 2000 more words XD AND I DELETED THEM!

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[jokers-imagines]

Second queen of Gotham

Ask-if you could do one wear harley quinn was in the asylum and she was at a session and her psychiatrist and them are like best friends than joker interupts the session wanting to bring harley back home than she asked if she can bring her psychaitrist and the joker would be like all suspicous to why she would want to bring her than he would be like why not and maybe to start falling for her but she doesnt fall for him at all and hes confused and stuff thank u

Warnings(s)-swears

Hope you enjoy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Oh my gosh seriously” you laughed out. “Totally, it was hilarious” Harley exclaimed. Wiping a tear from your eye you sat up straight and cleared your throat. “Okay Harley we need to get back on track.” Harley rolled her eyes and leaned in from her chair. “Cmon Y/N , five more minuets than we can start our session” Harley begged? You stared at her puppy dog eyes and sighed out while smiling. “Fine, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and when I’m back we can start our session .” “Yesssss” Harley giggled. Getting up from your chair you straightened your lab coat and pulled your ponytail tight as you walked off to the bathroom. Most people in your workplace thought you were crazy for being friends with Harley Quinn , but most people didn’t know that you’ve known Harleen quinzel, aka Harley Quinn since you were 7 years old. The reason they let you work with her was so you could bond with her and so she would talk. You and Harley had met each other at a park near your houses. Harley was playing in the sand all alone so you decided to go greet her so you walked up to her and greeted yourself. Harley was more than happy to tell her your name and asked if you wanted to play. From that moment on a friendship blossomed. Years passed by and you found out many things. For example that your parents knew Harley’s parents so they were very close. You learned that Harley even went to the same school. You knew that you and Harley would always be able to hang out whenever you wanted to without getting in trouble. One of your best memories with Harley was the day you and her tried to sneak into an abandoned house. Sure it was illegal and scandalous but you didn’t care. You and Harley planned to sneak out at night and meet each other there. That night you and Harley spent the whole night exploring it and having fun. It was late so you and Harley had to climb up the large gate you came from. As you both were almost on the other side you went up to Harley and whispered in her ear. “Ball slapper” Out of nowhere Harley started to laugh which made her lose balance from the gate. As she fell she grabbed onto your shirt making you fall with her. Feeling a cut on your cheek you hissed. Falling onto the cold grass you went up to Harley and helped her up. “Hey am I bleeding” you both asked? “Yeah you have a cut near your right cheek” you told her. She checked through her pocket and found a mirror to check out the cut. Wincing she smiled. “If this leaves a scar it would look badass.” You laughed and told her to hurry up so you don’t get caught by the cops.

*back to you* As you dried your hands you rubbed your finger over the scar by your cheek and smiled. Harley wasn’t the only one who got a scar from that night. Walking over to the room with Harley you fixed your coat and opened the door. Harley quickly dropped your pen and sat up straight , putting on an innocent face. Narrowing your eyes at her you sighed. “Harley how many times do I have to tell you, yes I don’t want you to wear cuffs in here but if I take it off they will fire me?” “Cmon you don’t need to work here anymore, come with me and my pudding and you’ll have all the money and dresses you’ll want. We could also have girls day outs and get to do each other’s hair.” Smiling you told her “Harley I would love to do that , but I don’t want to watch you kill people and hear the screams of people in pain when your “pudding” is having fun.“ Her smile faded and she tried to argue again. “Y/n I know your a super good person and that’s what I like about you but for once can’t you rebel like we used to do?” You stared at her and thought for a moment. It would be fun to be free with your best friend but it would make you WANTED. “If I come… the police would want me in jail, would you be able to bail me out?” “Well duhhhhhhh” she said as she smiled. “Besides you know how to fight so your good” Harley reassured. You smiled and told Harley to wait. Grabbing the keys from your pocket you grabbed her cuffs and opened them. Harley grinned and went to give you a hug. “I thought you weren’t allowed to do that?” “Every now and then it’s good to rebel.” You smirked. Harley only giggled in response. “Okay now we’re going off track, so for toda—. Harley? Do you feel that?” She nodded and smiled. “Come with me” Harley said. Grabbing her hand she lead you to the closet in the session room. As you both sat on the ground she whispered. “Now cover you ears.” “Wha—” BOOM , the whole building shook as the loud explosion blasted the door to the building. From the distance you could hear gunshots going off so you covered your ears. Standing up you stood in front of Harley making sure to protect her from whatever came through the doors. It was a natural instinct when you felt like danger was near. Footsteps came near your room and a gunshot went off blasting your front door open. “Where is she” a man growled? “Pudding” Harley whispered. Harley leaned in towards you and whispered “ don’t worry he won’t hurt you as long as you stay quiet and let me talk.” Nodding you hid behind her as she opened the door . “Pudding ” she exclaimed as she ran up to him and hugged him. The joker grinned but when his eyes went to you he growled. Grabbing his gun ready to shoot you Harley quickly slapped his gun out of his hand and frowned. “Pudding don’t hurt her, she’s my best friend.” “Best friend?” The joker stared at you and walked towards you. He raised his nonexistent brows and asked for your name. “I’m Y/N” From the distance you could hear the alarms blaring out loud and police sirens. “Pudding let’s go” The joker walked away and held onto the ladder from the helicopter. Harley was about to leave than stopped. “Pudding can we bring Y/N? Pretty please?” You stared at her confused. “Why do you want to bring the psychiatrist, did she brainwash you or something.” Harley only giggled and said “no , she’s my best friend and I want her to come with. Trust me pudding you’ll like her.” The joker came up to you and walked slowly towards you. “Well are you gonna come.” You stared at his gorgeous icy blue eyes and nodded. Harley went up the ladder and started to climb. The joker soon followed and climbed to the top of the helicopter. You just stood still and gulped. If you leave right now you would lose your good reputation and job. But if you left than life would be more fun and interesting. Grabbing onto the ladder you stepped up and started to climb up. You lost balance a few times but managed to not fall off. The wind blew on your hair making your vision mess up. As you reached to the top a gloved hand reached for yours and helped you up. Staring at the joker you didn’t feel any fear for some reason. He definitely was a very handsome guy with nice hair and a nice body but he was also a sociopathic killer. Sitting down on the seats you reached for your pocket but felt a gun on your head. “Pudding stop”. “What are you getting from your pocket?” You stared up at the joker and rolled your eyes. “Only the keys to get the chains off of Harley’s legs.” The joker stared at you cautiously and waited for you to reach the keys out. Grabbing the golden keys you went towards Harley and gave her the keys so she could open them. As you sat down Harley began to open her chains and started kicking as her feet were free. You sat on the chair with your hands on your lap as you listened to Harley talk to her pudding about how much she missed him. You were only sitting there awkwardly doing nothing but fiddle with your fingers but couldn’t help to feel a pair of eyes on you at random times. Staring out the window you saw your workplace filled with police and roaming the place. You were gonna be a wanted woman if they found out you let Harley leave and left with her without a fight. But what about clothes? What about your apartment? “You okay Y/N , ya seem kinda stressed” Harley asked? You only smiled and reassured her it was nothing. “Cmon I’m your best friend, you can tell me.” “Well I mean it’s just… what about my apartment with all my stuff in it . And what about my clothes. Where am I gonna sleep, I don’t wanna bother you and him while your.. you know…. busy.” Harley laughed and held onto your shoulders. “Y/N we can go shopping and buy you new stuff. You don’t need your old stuff and I can get ya your own room in the penthouse.” “But I don’t wanna be a bother and I—” “Y/N” Harley said sternly. “It’s okay , don’t worry we’ll figure it out like we always do.” “Wait Harley she’s not staying for that long. She’ll just be useless and we don’t need her. Why does she even need to come” the joker asked? His words hurt you even if you didn’t show. “Pudding don’t be mean. She’s staying with us for a long time and she’s my best friend. If she’s my friend than she���s yours too so your gonna have to start liking her.” He only ignored her and stared at you. “Why do you want to come with us?” You fumbled with your words for a moment than spoke up. “Well Harley and I have been planning to live with each other for a long time since we were kids. Since Harley found out I’m her psychiatrist she’s been begging me to come with her. Sure I’m not too fond of living in a house where a lot of people die there but I do want to spend however long of my life is left hanging out with Harley.” The joker stared at your eyes seeing if you were lying. “You’ll stay for a week, if I don’t like you your leaving, if your tolerable you’ll stay.” You rolled your eyes and looked out the window as you sighed. “And don’t roll your eyes at me”

(Few hours later) “Wake up sleepyhead” Harley shouted. In response you only groaned and hid your head under the pillow. Wait a minuite… why were you holding a pillow? Getting up from the bed you furrowed your brows. “Harley, why am I in bed ? How did I get here? Where are we? "Well silly you wouldn’t get up so Mistah J carried you in here” Harley’s said as she picked on her nails. As you got off the bed you stretched and yawned. “How long was I out for?” “Only 4 hours . So I have a surprise for ya , mistah J is bringing us to the club tonight so I brought you a dress to wear.” Your eyes widened at her words. “Wait what? Is it mandatory?” Harley hopped off the bed and said “well If you wanna get on my puddings good side you should come. And make sure to get extra pretty so pudding can see what a beauty you can become.” Blushing at her words you went over to the dress. “Wow um, do you have any longer dresses?” “Nope. Now I’m gonna go get dressed, I’ll check in on ya in 2 hours.” Harley stepped it if the room and went down to her room. Staring at the golden dress you sighed. It had black diamonds on it all the way to the top and had spaghetti straps. Holding it up to your body you checked it out. When you turned around your door opened and Harley peeped in and said “oh yeah make sure to curl your hair and wear these heels I got ya. We’re gonna be twinning when we go there.” Grabbing the black heels you asked “wait are we also gonna wear the same dresses?” “Yep” After that Harley left the room and shut the door leaving you all alone in the purple room. As you walked over to the mirror you stripped out of your lab coat and dress. Grabbing the dress Harley gave you slipped it on. It was a perfect fit, but It was very short. You were always self conscious about your body so showing off your legs was something you weren’t much comfortable with. But you were gonna ignore it tonight so you could make a good impression on the joker and wouldn’t get killed. Walking over to the desk you grabbed the curler and plugged it in. Putting your hair out of the ponytail you started to curl it. It took about and hour to get it properly curled . Loosening it out you grabbed the lipstick from the table and applied some on with some mascara you found. “Y/N let’s g— wow Y/N you look hot, cmon we gotta go” Stepping away from the mirror you walked out of the room with Harley to go downstairs. As you both went down the elevator you had small talk and stepped out when the doors opened. “Hey where the joker”? “Oh mistah J is already at the club.” Harley lead you outside to the red mustang and drove off to the club. When you arrived both of you walked into the club. Your eyes widened at the beautiful place. “So the joker runs this club”? “Yep” Harley exclaimed. As you both made your way past sweaty bodies you stopped at a few beaded curtains. “After you” Harley motioned. As you slowly stepped in the room Harley came after you and ran up to the jokers lap. The room was way more bigger than the other rooms in the club and was way more luxurious. The joker stared at you and eyed you up and down which made you uncomfortable. “Come to daddy” the joker motioned for you to come. Gulping you slowly made your way towards him. He patted his empty leg motioning for you to sit on it. As you bent down and sat near the edge of his leg which made him laugh. “Cmon doll, if you want me to like you ya gotta get comfortable around me.” You moved more forward towards him and felt his breath on your neck. “That’s better” he purred. Your dress went up higher as you crossed your legs so you tried pulling it down more. “Now , today I’m having Louis in for our meeting so you have to be quiet. If you manage to make it through the meeting I’ll think about letting you stay for more than a week. Deal?” “Deal” you said as you nodded. Harley could sense how nervous you were so she gave you a reassuring smile. As you waited for Louis to come in you heard a goon tell the joker he was coming. “Let him in” the joker told him. In through the doors came a pale skinned blonde who had a beard. He seemed about 35 years old with his narrow brown eyes. You straightened your back and put a cold expression on your face. The man seemed to be confused seeing you on his lap but chose to ignore it. He reached his hand or to shake the jokers but frost stopped him from it . “It’s a pleasure meeting ya joker. Im glad you agreed to this meeting.” “What are ya sweet talking me” the joker growled. The man seemed to get worried so he cleared his throat and changed the topic. “I got the money you wanted, my men are gonna be bringing it up.” The joker only stared at the man and continued to talk. You were getting bored but when you felt the jokers hand squeezing your naked thigh you shivered. You were worried at what he would do if you moved his hand so you didn’t do anything. “Whose she, another one of your maids or sluts you used to keep around” Louise asked? At those words you glared at him and growled. Harley seemed to change her mood too and got angry. Getting off the jokers lap you growled and walked up to the man. “Who are you calling slut you fucking broccoli face?” The man got worried as he saw your hands up in fists. “I’m sorry no disrespect, what are you his new queen or something?” You only scowled and went up to his face. Sitting on the table you spread your legs which made the mans eyes widen. While he was distracted you punched the guy straight across his face hearing a crack come than got up and went back to the jokers lap. The joker was angry that you didn’t listen to him but was impressed to see you weren’t such a shy and innocent girl. Harley was giggling and gave you a hug after she saw what you did. The joker had stood up as the money got brought in. As he inspected it he finally faced the man and put a fake smile. “Now I’m glad you brought the money but before you leave I’d like to leave you with a message.” The joker quickly grabbed his gun out of his holster and shot Louis in his leg which caused him to scream. You were shocked as you saw what happened. Clutching onto Harley’s arm you hid into her shoulder not being ready to see what happens next. “Think about what you call my second queen the next time I bring you in for business.” You lifted your head and asked “second quee—” A gunshot went off into Louis ’s head which made the joker laugh. “Oops”. You lifted your head up and walked out of the room to breath for a second. Holy crap. The joker just killed a man for insulting you. You felt a tear go down your face but it got wiped away from Harley. “Cmon Y/N it’s alright. You okay” You just forced out a laugh and told her it was fine. “Oh my gosh Y/N did ya hear pudding call you his second queen. He definitely likes you if he calls you that.” You got confused to why Harley was happy that her boyfriend liked you. “Wait aren’t you upset that he even likes me.” She giggled as she whispered in your ear “I don’t mind sharing.” You only rolled your eyes and laughed. “Let’s just go in, I still gotta impress him.” Harley linked her arm with yours as you both walked into the room with a smile on both your faces. The joker turned his face to both of you and smiled. “Cm'here” he motioned as he held his arms out. Harley ran up to him and kissed him which made you look away. The joker was staring at you as he kissed Harley wondering why you were still so shy. “Come here doll I won’t bite”. You rolled your eyes as you said “yeah, because the first thing I think when I see someone is that their gonna bite me” you said with sarcasm in your voice. The joker laughed as he came up to you and put his hands on your waist. “Now doll I told you not to talk during the meeting but that rage I saw inside of you was perfect. You can stay for now but you’re going to be our second queen of Gotham if you stay.” Harley started to squeal as she held onto your hands and asked “oh please Y/N say yes , it’ll be so awesome.” You only stared at them with a blank face. “Um ah, well sure I mean but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna kill people or that I like you.” The joker only rolled his eyes as he said “for now, but doll eventually your gonna be having tons of blood on your hands whether you like it or not.” The joker leaned into your face and whispered “besides your gonna be liking me very soon that you’ll be begging me to kiss those rosy lips of yours.” You only nodded as you felt his breath on your face which made the joker and Harley grin. Now the joker had just found his new favourite toy he was gonna make become his , with the help of Harley. This friendship/relationship was gonna be the start of something more chaotic and dangerous that Gotham would ever see. Everyone would know who you are and never disrespect you or they would become and example like Louis. But little did the joker know was that after a few years you would become something far more feared and dangerous as him. You were gonna be the new threat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So this took me a while to write because I’m at a party while writing this and my finger has gotten cut really deep yesterday so it’s hard to write. But I got it done.

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Critics assemble: our writers pick their favorite superhero films

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Critics assemble: our writers pick their favorite superhero films

Batman v Superman v Captain America v all of the X-Men. Which cape-wearing, civilian-saving adventures are worth cheering?

Given the repetitive influx of superhero films in recent years, youd be forgiven for wanting very little to do with anything involving a cape, a mask and a post-credits teaser for a long time. But wait, the R-rated Wolverine sequel Logan hits cinemas this week and critics agree that its worth getting over yourself for.

Many are saying it will join the ranks of the all-time greats but what else should be on this list? Here are seven of the best from Guardian writers.

The Incredibles

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Was 2004 the superheroes annus mirabilis? That was when Marvel Studios initiated its ambitious plan to self-finance its movies, buy back the rights to characters such as Iron Man and the Incredible Hulk, and begin the 21st-century wave of superhero films, hugely popular with the public, but often patronised and dismissed the way westerns used to be.

But something else happened in 2004: the release of Pixars glorious animated superhero homage The Incredibles. Thats a film which doesnt fit easily into the superhero fanbase-constituency, and is part of neither the Marvel nor DC tribe (unless you count the fact that Pixar, like Marvel, is part of Disney). And Im conscious that in calling it a homage I may even now be denying it full superhero-film status. But a brilliant superhero film is what it is riffing on the X-Men and Fantastic Four with superb characters, a great supervillain, a terrific story and a sharp satiric theme on the subject of excellence, and the nature of risk, jeopardy and the state.

Mr Incredible (voiced by Craig T Nelson) is a lantern-jawed, barrel-chested superhero who plies his trade in the 1940s, the superheroes postwar first-generation comic book heyday. He is fighting alongside his fiancee, Elastigirl (Holly Hunter). When a member of the public sues him for preventing his suicide, it triggers a legal nightmare forcing the government to outlaw superheroism and to relocate supers to other cities with new identities and bland normality. Twenty years later, he and Elastigirl have suburban lives and he works in insurance a nightmarish perversion of his former calling. They have two kids whose superpowers they have to conceal at school. But then a new villain emerges with a secret connection to the Incredibles past, forcing them to reclaim their vocation and their destiny.

It is rightly celebrated for the superhero costumire, Edna Mode, voiced by the director and writer, Brad Bird, who thinks that capes are a bad idea and is passionately committed to her contemporary vision: I never look back, darling; it distracts from the now. There is a wonderful passage on the phenomenon of supervillains monologuing huge third-act set-piece speeches in which the villains talk about themselves and their awful vision.

Actually, in 2017, the non-talky streamlined all-action superhero film is pretty much against both capes and monologuing and also against Edna Modes injunction against looking back. Superhero films love origin myths, elaborate retro sequences from the past and all-around ancestor worship.

But as it happens, and incredible as it may sound, The Incredibles has a brilliant action sequence, as exciting as anything in any live-action superhero film or action film. Elastigirl and the two kids are flying in their plane to an island from which the errant Mr Incredible has sent a distress signal. Then she is attacked by rockets. The subsequent chase scene and midair explosion are absolutely nail-biting.

It is witty, smart, visually ravishing, and its generic insights are celebratory, not derisive. What a great superhero film. PB

Batman

Photograph: Allstar/Warner Bros/Sportsphoto Ltd/Allstar

I have to be honest: I am not the worlds biggest superhero movie fan. Put another way, when they took off in the late 80s, I thought they were a fad that would blow over in a few years; more fool me. In fact, the elevation to ever-prolonging ubiquity is one of the great mysteries of contemporary cinema: how this genre, that for years was considered only good for doltish teens, and treated with equivalent lack of respect, has steadily evolved into the mainstay of the global film industry. Be that as it may, I prefer the funny, candy-coloured type of superhero movie (Spider-Man, Thor, Deadpool) rather than the furrowed-brow earnestathons (Batman Begins, Captain America, Man of Steel) Ive never seen a superhero movie weighty or nuanced enough to justify the heavy-duty treatment.

But as films as opposed to moving comic-books superhero movies tend to fall down pretty hard. There are great sequences, brilliant set pieces, very nice shots but they rarely hold together, still less allowing actual narrative subtlety to intrude on the scene-shifting. The first and still, by my reckoning, only time that a superhero movie seemed way ahead of everything else was the first Tim Burton Batman, from 1989. A tour de force of design, cinematography, and cinematic texture, it was light years ahead of (the nevertheless highly enjoyable) Superman films that had blazed the superhero trail in the 1970s and 80s. Burtons brilliance was to make everything else look redundant and in many ways, nothing has changed since. AP

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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Heres a conspiracy theory: someone at the Academy purposefully shuffled those envelopes to detract from the much bigger scandal earlier in the evening: the snubbing of Garry Shandling in this years Oscars In Memoriam montage. I hope my choice of the Marvel movie in which he cameos as a sinister Hydra disciple will go some way to righting this wrong.

Shandlings 15-second appearance in this sequel to the first film featuring the weed who becomes the most fantastic hunk is one of my chief reasons for picking it; the other is its literally the only superhero movie I can ever really remember enjoying.

This is obviously a personal deficit, but perhaps it is, actually, a better superhero movie than most? There are terrific action sequences, for a start: that initial heist, fuelled with sexual tension between the Cap and the Black Widow, plus the most wonderful punch-up in a lift. Plus, vegetables to accompany all that meat and beef: a properly thought-provoking investigation of the morals of surveillance and the ethics of vigilantism in a democratically accountable society.

But perhaps what really clinched it for me as an Avengers movie I could get along with was the relative dearth of Robert Downey Jr. The more you can minimise this man, the more I shall like any movie. CS

Thor: The Dark World

Photograph: Allstar/Marvel Studios/Sportsphoto Ltd/Allstar

Many are hailing Logan for stretching the boundaries of what a superhero movie can be. Its dramatic, fervid, and realistic in its violence. But lets not do away with whats core to comics culture: deep, dank nerdery that ought not be allowed to see daylight.

I love comic books rich in lore and steeped in mythos, swirling in and out of realms with names impossible to spell. Thor: The Dark World stuffs two handfuls of delicious dorkiness into its maw, one rich in fantasy, the other in science fiction. Is the Asgardian bio-bed a quantum field generator or a Soul Forge? The answer, of course, is that it is both.

Thor: The Dark World has portals and Kronan Rock Men and invisible spaceships and a ray that can curl you up into a singularity and zap you into another dimension. A liquid totem called the Aether is almost in Malekith the Dark Elfs nefarious grasp, just in time for the quinquennial cosmic event known as the Convergence. Oh, God, I need to stop typing and grab my asthma inhaler, this sort of talk gets me all worked up.

In the middle of all this, theres the bickering romance between the sharp and sweet doctor played by Natalie Portman and her hunky blonde blue-eyed spaceman, Thor. When they reunite during a battle, the first thing she does is yell at him for never calling. When they visit Thors realm, Dr Foster quickly bonds with Thors mother. They may as well be eating intergalactic coffee cake. And there are still some who say mixed marriages cant work?!?

Thor: The Dark World is a rush of Absolute Comics mainlined direct to my amygdala, with a profound purity that few other modern superhero movies allow themselves. It is Worthy. JH

The Dark Knight

Photograph: Allstar/Warner Bros

While Batman Begins was a refreshingly coherent, mature and dark-hued film about the Caped Crusader (a relief after the eye-punishing gaudy excess of Batman & Robin), it was far from a masterpiece.

There was a major villain problem (a somewhat gimmicky last act switcheroo that didnt quite have the required impact) and a major Katie Holmes problem (needs no explanation) and as a result, it was a promising franchise-restarter but not the home run we might have hoped for. Three years later, Christopher Nolan returned, lessons learned and homework done, with a sequel that rose far above its generic peers and, despite the creation of the hero-packed DC and Marvel universes since, it easily remains unsurpassed.

The Dark Knight moves like a fiendish thriller, one that confidently pushes the boundaries of the superhero genre in a way that comic book fans may be familiar with but which for cinema-goers such as myself was a revelation. Its a breathtakingly brutal film, packed with staggering PG-13 violence and a bleak worldview thats unrelenting, grounding fantastical characters and situations in a world that, for once, is depressingly easy to relate to.

That villain problem? Easily fixed. The casting of Heath Ledger in the role of the Joker might have been initially unpopular with fans, who couldnt envision his leading man looks buried under cartoonish makeup, but his performance was dynamite, an Oscar-winning fireball of anger and anarchy. That Katie Holmes problem? Replaced. Maggie Gyllenhaal added depth and a genuine emotional connection which led to the shocking finale carrying even greater weight. Its one of the rare examples of a superhero film where each devastating act of violence or aggression has a lasting impact. In Nolans Gotham City, life and death both mean something.

It might be to blame for the dreary drudgery thats bogged down many ensuing superhero adventures but it remains a ruthlessly entertaining example of just how daring and necessary the genre can be. BL

Watchmen

Photograph: Clay Enos/Photo by Clay Enos

It may be difficult to credit given Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice recently picked up a gaggle of Razzies, but Zack Snyder was once seen as the coming man of comic book movies. His 2009 adaptation of Alan Moores sprawling graphic novel about an alternative 1980s in which Nixon remains in power and superheroes are real remains a high point of the film-makers career and proof that given a decent script, he is capable of producing eye-popping cinema beyond that of most his contemporaries.

The bravura opening montage, set to the strains of Bob Dylans The Times They Are A Changin, is unequalled in comic book movies. The casting is impeccable: Jackie Earl Haley has never been better than as the hardboiled, morally immovable vigilante Rorschach, a gurning, spitting man out of time whose psychological torment is written on his face whether wearing that famous mask or not. Patrick Wilson is wonderfully understated as the taciturn Nite Owl, a superhero who looks like an accountant with middle-aged spread, while Jeffrey Dean Morgan is perfect as the leering, sneering, cigar-smoking alpha male scumbag the Comedian, a role which surely won him the part of the villain Negan in The Walking Dead.

Naysayers argue that Watchmen is too close to its source material, bar a sensibly altered denouement. But Moores story is so epic in scale and splendid in its unexpectedly detailed rendering of the inner psyches of costumed crimefighters that Snyder was really only required to add visual flare. If there is a Citizen Kane of superhero movies, this is indisputably it. BC

X-Men: Days of Future Past

Photograph: Allstar/20th Century Fox

The best thing about this time traveling entry into the vast annals of X-Men history is the absolute disregard Bryan Singer had for newcomers. If you hadnt been paying attention to his line of mutant entertainment over the last decade or so, youd feel a bit like Kyle Reese being spat out into 1984 with no clothes and no idea what was happening. That slightly manic pace, which feels like its borrowed from a daytime soap opera, plus the period costume and references to Vietnam, Nixon and the height of 70s cold war paranoia made this a strangely daring superhero film.

Instead of something that tried to set out the basic idea of what the X-Men were and what they were all about a concept most grandmothers could probably grasp by now this just got straight into the internal machinations of a group that makes the EU look harmonious. Of course, the old themes of good and evil doing battle, and overcoming personal demons (in this case addiction for Professor X) are there, but it was delivered in a knowingly strange way. You could even argue the hectic feel and funny but slightly smug lines set the stage for the least superhero-y superhero of them all, Deadpool. Singer knew fans were au fait with the concept of time travel, and would love to see Magneto and Professor X as their younger selves, so he threw it all into a blender and Days of Future Past came out like a perfectly mixed bit of superhero bechamel. LB

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Critics assemble: our writers pick their favorite superhero films

Batman v Superman v Captain America v all of the X-Men. Which cape-wearing, civilian-saving adventures are worth cheering?

Given the repetitive influx of superhero films in recent years, youd be forgiven for wanting very little to do with anything involving a cape, a mask and a post-credits teaser for a long time. But wait, the R-rated Wolverine sequel Logan hits cinemas this week and critics agree that its worth getting over yourself for.

Many are saying it will join the ranks of the all-time greats but what else should be on this list? Here are seven of the best from Guardian writers.

The Incredibles

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Was 2004 the superheroes annus mirabilis? That was when Marvel Studios initiated its ambitious plan to self-finance its movies, buy back the rights to characters such as Iron Man and the Incredible Hulk, and begin the 21st-century wave of superhero films, hugely popular with the public, but often patronised and dismissed the way westerns used to be.

But something else happened in 2004: the release of Pixars glorious animated superhero homage The Incredibles. Thats a film which doesnt fit easily into the superhero fanbase-constituency, and is part of neither the Marvel nor DC tribe (unless you count the fact that Pixar, like Marvel, is part of Disney). And Im conscious that in calling it a homage I may even now be denying it full superhero-film status. But a brilliant superhero film is what it is riffing on the X-Men and Fantastic Four with superb characters, a great supervillain, a terrific story and a sharp satiric theme on the subject of excellence, and the nature of risk, jeopardy and the state.

Mr Incredible (voiced by Craig T Nelson) is a lantern-jawed, barrel-chested superhero who plies his trade in the 1940s, the superheroes postwar first-generation comic book heyday. He is fighting alongside his fiancee, Elastigirl (Holly Hunter). When a member of the public sues him for preventing his suicide, it triggers a legal nightmare forcing the government to outlaw superheroism and to relocate supers to other cities with new identities and bland normality. Twenty years later, he and Elastigirl have suburban lives and he works in insurance a nightmarish perversion of his former calling. They have two kids whose superpowers they have to conceal at school. But then a new villain emerges with a secret connection to the Incredibles past, forcing them to reclaim their vocation and their destiny.

It is rightly celebrated for the superhero costumire, Edna Mode, voiced by the director and writer, Brad Bird, who thinks that capes are a bad idea and is passionately committed to her contemporary vision: I never look back, darling; it distracts from the now. There is a wonderful passage on the phenomenon of supervillains monologuing huge third-act set-piece speeches in which the villains talk about themselves and their awful vision.

Actually, in 2017, the non-talky streamlined all-action superhero film is pretty much against both capes and monologuing and also against Edna Modes injunction against looking back. Superhero films love origin myths, elaborate retro sequences from the past and all-around ancestor worship.

But as it happens, and incredible as it may sound, The Incredibles has a brilliant action sequence, as exciting as anything in any live-action superhero film or action film. Elastigirl and the two kids are flying in their plane to an island from which the errant Mr Incredible has sent a distress signal. Then she is attacked by rockets. The subsequent chase scene and midair explosion are absolutely nail-biting.

It is witty, smart, visually ravishing, and its generic insights are celebratory, not derisive. What a great superhero film. PB

Batman

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I have to be honest: I am not the worlds biggest superhero movie fan. Put another way, when they took off in the late 80s, I thought they were a fad that would blow over in a few years; more fool me. In fact, the elevation to ever-prolonging ubiquity is one of the great mysteries of contemporary cinema: how this genre, that for years was considered only good for doltish teens, and treated with equivalent lack of respect, has steadily evolved into the mainstay of the global film industry. Be that as it may, I prefer the funny, candy-coloured type of superhero movie (Spider-Man, Thor, Deadpool) rather than the furrowed-brow earnestathons (Batman Begins, Captain America, Man of Steel) Ive never seen a superhero movie weighty or nuanced enough to justify the heavy-duty treatment.

But as films as opposed to moving comic-books superhero movies tend to fall down pretty hard. There are great sequences, brilliant set pieces, very nice shots but they rarely hold together, still less allowing actual narrative subtlety to intrude on the scene-shifting. The first and still, by my reckoning, only time that a superhero movie seemed way ahead of everything else was the first Tim Burton Batman, from 1989. A tour de force of design, cinematography, and cinematic texture, it was light years ahead of (the nevertheless highly enjoyable) Superman films that had blazed the superhero trail in the 1970s and 80s. Burtons brilliance was to make everything else look redundant and in many ways, nothing has changed since. AP

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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Heres a conspiracy theory: someone at the Academy purposefully shuffled those envelopes to detract from the much bigger scandal earlier in the evening: the snubbing of Garry Shandling in this years Oscars In Memoriam montage. I hope my choice of the Marvel movie in which he cameos as a sinister Hydra disciple will go some way to righting this wrong.

Shandlings 15-second appearance in this sequel to the first film featuring the weed who becomes the most fantastic hunk is one of my chief reasons for picking it; the other is its literally the only superhero movie I can ever really remember enjoying.

This is obviously a personal deficit, but perhaps it is, actually, a better superhero movie than most? There are terrific action sequences, for a start: that initial heist, fuelled with sexual tension between the Cap and the Black Widow, plus the most wonderful punch-up in a lift. Plus, vegetables to accompany all that meat and beef: a properly thought-provoking investigation of the morals of surveillance and the ethics of vigilantism in a democratically accountable society.

But perhaps what really clinched it for me as an Avengers movie I could get along with was the relative dearth of Robert Downey Jr. The more you can minimise this man, the more I shall like any movie. CS

Thor: The Dark World

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Many are hailing Logan for stretching the boundaries of what a superhero movie can be. Its dramatic, fervid, and realistic in its violence. But lets not do away with whats core to comics culture: deep, dank nerdery that ought not be allowed to see daylight.

I love comic books rich in lore and steeped in mythos, swirling in and out of realms with names impossible to spell. Thor: The Dark World stuffs two handfuls of delicious dorkiness into its maw, one rich in fantasy, the other in science fiction. Is the Asgardian bio-bed a quantum field generator or a Soul Forge? The answer, of course, is that it is both.

Thor: The Dark World has portals and Kronan Rock Men and invisible spaceships and a ray that can curl you up into a singularity and zap you into another dimension. A liquid totem called the Aether is almost in Malekith the Dark Elfs nefarious grasp, just in time for the quinquennial cosmic event known as the Convergence. Oh, God, I need to stop typing and grab my asthma inhaler, this sort of talk gets me all worked up.

In the middle of all this, theres the bickering romance between the sharp and sweet doctor played by Natalie Portman and her hunky blonde blue-eyed spaceman, Thor. When they reunite during a battle, the first thing she does is yell at him for never calling. When they visit Thors realm, Dr Foster quickly bonds with Thors mother. They may as well be eating intergalactic coffee cake. And there are still some who say mixed marriages cant work?!?

Thor: The Dark World is a rush of Absolute Comics mainlined direct to my amygdala, with a profound purity that few other modern superhero movies allow themselves. It is Worthy. JH

The Dark Knight

Photograph: Allstar/Warner Bros

While Batman Begins was a refreshingly coherent, mature and dark-hued film about the Caped Crusader (a relief after the eye-punishing gaudy excess of Batman & Robin), it was far from a masterpiece.

There was a major villain problem (a somewhat gimmicky last act switcheroo that didnt quite have the required impact) and a major Katie Holmes problem (needs no explanation) and as a result, it was a promising franchise-restarter but not the home run we might have hoped for. Three years later, Christopher Nolan returned, lessons learned and homework done, with a sequel that rose far above its generic peers and, despite the creation of the hero-packed DC and Marvel universes since, it easily remains unsurpassed.

The Dark Knight moves like a fiendish thriller, one that confidently pushes the boundaries of the superhero genre in a way that comic book fans may be familiar with but which for cinema-goers such as myself was a revelation. Its a breathtakingly brutal film, packed with staggering PG-13 violence and a bleak worldview thats unrelenting, grounding fantastical characters and situations in a world that, for once, is depressingly easy to relate to.

That villain problem? Easily fixed. The casting of Heath Ledger in the role of the Joker might have been initially unpopular with fans, who couldnt envision his leading man looks buried under cartoonish makeup, but his performance was dynamite, an Oscar-winning fireball of anger and anarchy. That Katie Holmes problem? Replaced. Maggie Gyllenhaal added depth and a genuine emotional connection which led to the shocking finale carrying even greater weight. Its one of the rare examples of a superhero film where each devastating act of violence or aggression has a lasting impact. In Nolans Gotham City, life and death both mean something.

It might be to blame for the dreary drudgery thats bogged down many ensuing superhero adventures but it remains a ruthlessly entertaining example of just how daring and necessary the genre can be. BL

Watchmen

Photograph: Clay Enos/Photo by Clay Enos

It may be difficult to credit given Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice recently picked up a gaggle of Razzies, but Zack Snyder was once seen as the coming man of comic book movies. His 2009 adaptation of Alan Moores sprawling graphic novel about an alternative 1980s in which Nixon remains in power and superheroes are real remains a high point of the film-makers career and proof that given a decent script, he is capable of producing eye-popping cinema beyond that of most his contemporaries.

The bravura opening montage, set to the strains of Bob Dylans The Times They Are A Changin, is unequalled in comic book movies. The casting is impeccable: Jackie Earl Haley has never been better than as the hardboiled, morally immovable vigilante Rorschach, a gurning, spitting man out of time whose psychological torment is written on his face whether wearing that famous mask or not. Patrick Wilson is wonderfully understated as the taciturn Nite Owl, a superhero who looks like an accountant with middle-aged spread, while Jeffrey Dean Morgan is perfect as the leering, sneering, cigar-smoking alpha male scumbag the Comedian, a role which surely won him the part of the villain Negan in The Walking Dead.

Naysayers argue that Watchmen is too close to its source material, bar a sensibly altered denouement. But Moores story is so epic in scale and splendid in its unexpectedly detailed rendering of the inner psyches of costumed crimefighters that Snyder was really only required to add visual flare. If there is a Citizen Kane of superhero movies, this is indisputably it. BC

X-Men: Days of Future Past

Photograph: Allstar/20th Century Fox

The best thing about this time traveling entry into the vast annals of X-Men history is the absolute disregard Bryan Singer had for newcomers. If you hadnt been paying attention to his line of mutant entertainment over the last decade or so, youd feel a bit like Kyle Reese being spat out into 1984 with no clothes and no idea what was happening. That slightly manic pace, which feels like its borrowed from a daytime soap opera, plus the period costume and references to Vietnam, Nixon and the height of 70s cold war paranoia made this a strangely daring superhero film.

Instead of something that tried to set out the basic idea of what the X-Men were and what they were all about a concept most grandmothers could probably grasp by now this just got straight into the internal machinations of a group that makes the EU look harmonious. Of course, the old themes of good and evil doing battle, and overcoming personal demons (in this case addiction for Professor X) are there, but it was delivered in a knowingly strange way. You could even argue the hectic feel and funny but slightly smug lines set the stage for the least superhero-y superhero of them all, Deadpool. Singer knew fans were au fait with the concept of time travel, and would love to see Magneto and Professor X as their younger selves, so he threw it all into a blender and Days of Future Past came out like a perfectly mixed bit of superhero bechamel. LB

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Only Fools fall for You Chapter 2

The second chapter of my ReaderXNamjoon fic. First chapter is here. Hope you enjoy! Please give me some feedback if you can spare a minute! Thank you 💜🤟

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“Why are you laughing?”, she asks, confused by his reaction.

His face drops, unsure whether to tell the girl he just met about RapMonster. Why can’t he just be Namjoon for a day? A few seconds of silence as he struggles to decide who to be today…..

Both. Both Namjoon and RM.

“ Actually, that’s me, I am RM. I am kind of on holiday right now, at least I have the whole day today and until tomorrow at 12 off, but in general I am in town for almost a week cause my band is playing some shows here. I was trying to be just Namjoon today but… I am RM too. Thanks for the compliment by the way, nobody’s ever recommended my own music to me.” He shoots her a shy smile, taking in her shocked reaction. Seconds later her expression changes to a mocking grin.

“Yea sure. Hozier my old buddy just popped by last week. I should really start a wall of fame in this place, with all these international celebrities dropping by all the time.” She rolls her eyes at him and leaves him sitting at the bar alone.

With a sigh, Namjoon takes out his phone, opening Spotify and starting up a playlist. “only fools fall for you” he hadnt missed everything from her recommended album after all. While fixing a playlist he was lost in thought. He really liked this girl, hopefully he didnt scare her away. Suddenly he comes to a solution, how he can easily convince her that he isnt just some dickhead being cocky. He quickly checks with his manger, who reluctantly agrees.

A few minutes later, she returns, an annoyed expression on her face.

“Show me your music then, RM.”, she says, dragging out his name in a mocking manner and looking him straight in the eye.

“I am working on a proper playlist right now. But, I actually have a little, well, lets say a proposal for you.” He smirks, taking in her surprised and questioning expression. “How about, I repay you for this coffe tonight? As in, I buy you a drink. And we actually talk a bit. If you end up liking me and we enjoy each others company as much as I think we could… I fixed a backstage pass for the show tomorrow for you. It’s just an opportunity, I dont wanna push anything on you. I just think you could have a fun night out.” She is looking shocked… again… So after a few seconds of awkward silence he decides to get back to the most important thing: “...Please, show me some more of your music! I’m really liking it so far.”, he laughs. He can see her processing what he just said. He cant help but smile at her overwhelmed look.

She shakes her head, a cautious smile on her lips, and turns to help some customers who just entered the store.

As he picks up his phone again he sees it blowing up.

*BTS GroupChat*

Hobi: RM youre bringing a girl tomorrow?

Jin: When did you meet a girl?

Jin: You havent even been out that long? Why bring her to the concert already?

JK: oooh hyung met a girl!

JK: Is she cute?

JK: Is it a date?

JK: Send a pic!

Joon: I met her today, we are getting along great and she doesnt believe me that I am RM so I decided to prove it to her. Also maybe its a date? We will see! She hasnt even said yes yet…..

Hobi: She hasnt even said yes yet? Well done, bro.

RM: JK I cant just take a picture of her, thats creepy.

Suga: why are you guys blowing up my phone like this? let rm try to get some swedish ass and let me nap.

V: *pic of him and Jimin doing the finger heart* cheering for u hyung!

He laughs, everybody is reacting as expected.

Getting back to the playlist he finally decides to add some BTS songs. Why not brag and prepare her for tomorrow night? He keeps on adding to the list, waiting for her to return.

“Wow, how many “favourites” do you have?” he almost jumps at the voice suddenly right behind him.

“You didnt tell me there was a maximum number of songs allowed. I am making a playlist, putting in everything I like that you might like aswell.” he turns around, facing her with a smile.

“I guess that’s valid…. But there’s no way I can listen to all that before our drink later. How ‘bout a top ten? And show me some of your band’s stuff, I wanna know what kinda concert I’m committing to before I say yes to you, stranger.” she laughs, picking up his empty coffee and putting down a notepad in front of him. “Write me a top ten list of songs you recommend by your band and some other stuff. I’ll put it on here at the store and then we can see what i decide.” she turns to leave with a wink.

He grabs her arm: “Wait, you believe me all of a sudden?”

“First of all, you can’t just grab me like that, I am still theoretically at work, even though there isnt much to do. Secondly, I googled you, dumbass. Can’t really deny that you have the same face as RM… So I believe you. Its fucking weird, yes, but I guess the dude who’s album I have been spamming for days somehow found his way to me.” Another wink and she leaves him to sit alone… again.

A top ten list, with songs to convince her to come to the concert tomorrow? That’s surprisingly much pressure.

1. Eternal Sunshine by Epik High

2. Midsummer Madness by 88rising

3. So Far Away by Agust D

4. I can give you heaven by HONNE

5. U by HER

6. Personal by Kehlani

7. Make it Right by BTS

8. Spring Day by BTS

9. Baepsae by BTS

10. Mikrokosmos by BTS

It takes him a while but eventually he finds a way to narrow it down to 10 songs. Some of his general favourites but through the view of what y/n could like.

With a broad, dimpled grin, he waves her over. She just throws up a peace sign and nods, acknowledging his wave. A few minutes later she saunters over, two coffees in her hands.

“Thought we could both use some more caffeine, RapMonster.” she says with a small giggle. He flinches and she quickly continues “Anyways, I am ready for your list! I saw you redo it so many times I was afraid you weren’t gonna finish it today. So, hand it over and I will put it on. Any special order or just any of them? Is it a ranking?”

“Ok, so it’s not a ranking or anything, just the 10 songs I decided fit your taste best, or at least I hope so. BTS, as you know, is the group I am part of, so you can take those last. Agust D is one of the other members in the group and the song is from his solo-mixtape. Since you liked mine so much I thought you might like his stuff, too. Other than that it’s some friends of mine and general songs I jam to myself. I hope you like it.” He hands her the notepad, his 4 earlier drafts already in the trashcan closest to him. She takes it and smiles: “Oh, Kehlani! I love her! Let me just queue these and then I will be right back for the coffee.”

The two sit and drink coffee while the music plays, only occasionally interrupting the listening silence for some lyric explanations.

With the time being close to closing time, the store is empty once again, and unbothered by customers, y/n has slowly started swaying and occasionally dancing along to the music, fixing small things around the store or just dancing up and down behind the bar, just going along with the music. When “Make it Right” starts, she is fixing the last small things behind the bar. He can see her really jamming to the music and it makes him smile, he knows that ARMY loves the song and he has seen the stats and all that, but it’s something different to see someone in front of you, in such a casual way, just enjoying themselves and your music.

** Oh, oh, I can make it Right**

As the chorus hits, she is just grinning at him, dancing around him and actually singing along to it, messily since she doesn’t know the lyrics but still. A bright smile lights up his face at the view, as he watches her move through the room, putting away their mugs and lastly going to get her stuff, getting ready to leave. She emerges with a leather jacket over her arm and a bag on her shoulder. As the last notes of “Make it Right” are sounding out, she hits the pause button.

“Sorry, I’m gonna have to stop this here. I gotta lock up now so we gotta get going. Is it chill if we head to pub right away? I need to eat something before I can let you buy me a drink. I know a nice small place close to here, I doubt any of your fans would go there, so you don’t have to worry about getting recognized.” She shoots him an apologetic look as she turns off everything at the register. He gets up and gets ready to leave, waiting for her just outside the shop.

“Lead the way, you’re the local. I’ll eat anything and to be honest I am not picky with pubs, I would just prefer not to cause a scandal tonight by getting photographed at a pub with a girl.”

She laughs, “Oh god yea that would be bad. It’s just this way. Let’s go!”