(angst! angst angst angst!)

Voltron prompt

Lance is tired of where he’s at in life. He has lived with the same awful foster family for about five years now and he just can’t be there for another year.

He’s tried to explain things to his “friends” at school but Rolo and Nyma always brush him off and tell him to get over it. The last time things got really bad at home and he tried to talk about it, they cut him off and said “they’re always like that.” And quickly changed the subject.

So yeah. He’s tired, tired of being ignored and treated like he doesn’t matter to anyone. Tired of trying and always being cut down. Tired of being told he’s not alone when he couldn’t feel more lonely.

So he left.

He packed his belongings and left in the middle of the night. No goodbyes and no notes.

Just gone.

He travels for a couple weeks, trying to get as far away from his old town as possible, before he is forced to stop in a small town. He was planning on just sleeping in the park and after finding a place to eat, hop back on the bus and continue his way, but that changed when a small group of people came across him in the middle of the night and insist he sleep at their house.


~ Jimin leading you on ~ PART TWO

Getting up from your bed, you rubbed your eyes and sighed. Tugging on some sweatpants, you tabbed your phone and headed out the door of your apartment.

The boys’ dorms weren’t that far from you so it was a short walk. But of course, with your luck, it was pouring outside. Walking back up the stairs to get an umbrella, your stomach dropped when you realized you forgot your keys inside. Groaning in frustration, you walked back out into the rain. Making it to the dorms, panting and soaked, you knocked on the door.

The door opened and revealed Yoongi, with an impatient expression on his face. “Thank god! I thought I was gonna–Why are you wet?” He grabbed your wrist and tugged you in.

“Keys. Inside. Locked. Out. No. Umbrella. A lot. of. Running,” you managed to speak.

“Silly, Y/N. Let me get you a towel and some clothes,” and with that he left the room.

Coming back a few minutes later with a t-shirt and sweatpants, he handed you the towel.

“Thanks,” you murmured, grabbing the towel from him. Drying your hair with the towel, you held his clothes under your arm and made your way to the bathroom.

“My luck,” you muttered to yourself, stripping yourself of your wet and soggy clothes. Engulfed in the warm, husky smelling shirt, you sighed a breath of content. Maybe you should steal his clothes more often, you thought to yourself.

Exiting the room, you saw Yoongi plopped on the sofa in front of the tv. Taking notice of you, he sat upright and gave a small smile.

“So what am I cooking for you?” you asked, crossing your arms, with a playful eye roll.

Leaning back, he yawned, “You don’t actually have to cook, you know? I just needed an excuse for you to come see me.”

“Reaaallyyy?” you cooed, sitting on the sofa next to him to nudge him.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and looked down in embarrassment.

“So do you want to talk about…”

“Don’t say it. Don’t say his name,” you rolled your eyes and looked away from Yoongi so he couldn’t see your vulnerable state.

“Y/N, you have to talk about him eventually. Or, to him, for that matter.”

“I don’t want to though,” were you being a baby? Your heart was broken by the guy you liked. Would you even get over it?

“Fine, we won’t then. Let’s just sit around and watch movies until the boys come back,” he spread his arms out around the back of the couch.

“Sounds good. But do you have food?”


Sighing, you stood up and extended your hand. “Let’s cook first then. You said it yourself you wanted me to cook.”

As if pondering the thought, he shrugged and stood up.

“Would'ya want to cook?”


You spent hours in and out of the kitchen, laughing at Yoongi who, obviously, had no idea how to make pasta.

“I’m doing it right, woman!” he yelled with a laugh, as you peered over his shoulder.

“I’m just making sure,” you teased,placing a hand on his shoulder and stood on your tippy toes to get a better look at the pot. “Wait,” you stopped him from stirring and he turned to you with a puzzled expression. “What?”

“You have a little–” you dipped your finger into the pot of sauce and proceeded to wipe it onto his cheek. “–something there,” before laughing. Grumbling to himself he wiped off the sauce, but you still noticed the smile threatening to appear on his face.

At around nine, the boys came back from dinner only to find you snoring softly, leaning against Yoongi’s shoulder. He dozed off not long after you did, his head rested on yours.

The boys cooed at the unlikely pair while Jimin shrugged and walked to his room without a thought.

“Of course Yoongi hyung would find a way to make her come! But when we’re not around!” Taehyung whined while Jungkook stared at the empty plates in front of you two on the coffee table.

“They cooked without us,” he pouted.

“Let them be. Y/N needed someone and maybe Yoongi is just what she needs,” Namjoon pondered aloud.

Part 3?👀

[part 1]

So I added writing to this?? Idk if you wanted this but here it is anyway! Also, thank you for being so enthusiastic about this series!! Let me know if you want more writing with my texts or not, too!

Jealous - Peter Parker x Jealous!Stark!Reader

After days of procrastination, I bring you yet another overly detailed and shitty fic. I really hope you guys enjoy. This probs the longest one of written. Emma try to get a few more chapters of stuff done the rest of the summer. I can’t write as often like two weeks from now because of school and stuff, which sucks, but whatcha gonna do. On to the fic! 

tags : @running-outta-time

words : 3431



Originally posted by waywarddaughter

You’re whole life, it’d always been you and your mom against the world. She raised you all on her own, young and working multiple jobs to get by and support the both of you. That aside, she’d always been there. The best mom ever. From school talent shows to the science fair to everything; your mom always has your back. She was all you really knew, as it was hard to make friends. Most kids found you odd for being the smartest in the class, which resulted in a lack of friends as no one ever wanted to hang out with the weird girl.

You didn’t mind though because you always had your best friend, your mom; until you didn’t.

You always thought she’d live a longer life than five more years after being diagnosed with cancer.

You were five when you mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Despite the pain she’d felt as the days went on, as much as she didn’t want you to ever see her the way she was after months would go by, she was always there for you.

But, once you’d reached the age of ten, you watched your mother die right in front of you; surrounded by white walls that seemed blinding at the time. Your mother’s best friend had stood by your side that day, sobbing as the woman who was once practically her sister laid limp on the hospital bed. You stayed silent for the longest time, shedding no tears. You hoped that it’d been one big sick joke. You hoped that any minute then, the monitor would start back up again and her heart would beat once more; it didn’t.

You thought you’d stay with the only other person you’d known; your mother’s best friend and your godmother. However, due to the lack of income, and legal rights, she couldn’t.

Legal rights caught you both off guard.

As it turns out, your father was out there. You always thought he’d passed or something, due to the fact that your mother always brushed off the subject; but that was just naivety, you should’ve known better.

As it turns out, your father was the infamous Tony Stark; Iron Man as most now knew him.

You were sent to live with your father, despite pleading and begging with your godmother to do something, anything, for you to stay with her. All she could do was promise you that everything would be okay, and that you were strong and your father would love you all the same as your mother did.

A month after your mother passed, two weeks after her funeral, you had officially moved to New York to your father’s home. Well, home as in tower, it took getting used to. You reminded yourself countless times that day that that was your new home.

You’d spent the first year sulking, unbeknownst to your father of course, who was always busy. The resentment towards him was huge and you felt as though you could never forgive him for leaving you and your mother like that. For never even being there or attempting to help. You reminded yourself day after day that he hadn’t known of your existence ‘till the passing of your mother but anger kept you drowning in a dark hole.

You’d spent the second year actually attempting to get to know him. You came to terms that this was the way it was going to be. You tried for hours a day to spend time with him, but you’d only ever been brushed off because of his busy schedule. However, as your mind opened up to the idea of getting to know your father that year, you’d become great friends with Pepper Potts. She’d given you advice over the years and acted as the parent Tony should’ve been when she was around. You were glad that you had someone to keep you company in the cold tower once and awhile.

Due to the fact that you couldn’t get your father’s attention, you began to attempt to earn it. During the beginning of the third year, he’d complimented your intelligence briefly over one of the empty dinners you both shared after he’d gotten word from your in home teacher about how well you were doing. You found your heart swell at the comment; from then on you found yourself chasing after his approval. You began working on different projects; even attempting to replicate his suit and an artificial intelligence, one much like J.A.R.V.I.S. and F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Your relationship with your father had grown since you’d first arrived, he cared tremendously about you; and your lack of interaction with kids your own age. He just never had acknowledged your attempts at proving yourself. When you’d show him something new you’d been working on, he’d say, “That’s cool, Y/N, but I have to get to working now.”

But during your fourth year there, your father never ceased to remind you about how Peter Parker, A.K.A. Spider-Boy, was doing so great and was so smart and a good kid with a good heart; especially after the boy put away The Vulture only two weeks ago.

You found yourself jealous of the kid you’d never even met but only heard of. He’d managed to earn all the affections you ran after from your father in three months. Where as you spent over three years; and probably more to come.

Today, though, was the first day you were going to meet him.

Your father had claimed that you needed friends your own age, and who better than his old golden boy, Peter Parker.

You begrudgingly stood next to your father, waiting at the front doors of the tower for Happy to bring in Peter.

“I don’t get why I have to do this.” You grumbled and crossed your arms over your chest, back hunched.

“Have to do this? Y/N,” Tony placed a hand on your back, “This isn’t some project at school that sucks, this is a friend,” He gave you a stern look, “A friend only.”

You rolled your eyes and sneered, “Well what if I don’t want a friend?” You turned your head back to the doors, mumbling, “I’ve always been fine that way.”

Tony sighed, “You haven’t even met the kid yet, give him a shot.”

You let out a growl at the back of your throat, only to get a look from your father to calm down.

Soon, you both saw two figures walking through the glass doors, one you recognized as Happy, and the other you assumed, Peter.

Tony was quick to tell you, “Be nice.”, before leading you to Peter.

You had to admit, the boy was attractive. His brown hair was slightly gelled and to the side; you could tell he had curls. He had warm brown eyes, and couldn’t be over 5’9. His shirt had a nerdy science pun on it, that was covered by a jacket and paired with simple dark blue jeans.

You both stared until your father said something about having to talk to Happy about an infamous Tony Stark party. He pushed you forward before he left, only for you to trip on your own two feet and land into the hero’s arms.

He stared at you wide eyed before clearing his throat and smiling nervously, “S-Sorry. I’m-I’m Peter,” he let you go and held out his hand, “Parker Peter - Wait, no, I mean Peter Parker.”

You only stared at his outstretched hand. ‘What kind of teenagers even shake hands?’ You thought, ‘Although, I can’t be one to judge. I don’t even have any teenage friends.’

You nodded your head, giving a tight smile, and nodded, “Okay.”

Peter’s smile fell a bit as he retracted his hand and shoved it into his jacket pocket, “S-So, I’ve heard a lot-a lot about you. ‘Cause, ya know, being the daughter of Stark and stuff.”

You continued to stare him down as he squirmed slightly in discomfort, before you said, “I’m gonna go upstairs.”

His eyes widened, “Oh, co-cool. Could-could I maybe come? Mr. Stark said he wanted us to get to maybe-maybe know each other.”

You rolled your eyes. As cute as you thought he was, you didn’t want him to come with you. You didn’t even want to meet him five minutes ago! You knew your father was only concerned about the fact that you didn’t have any teenage friends; maybe that’s why he thought you spent so much time in your room when in actuality you were finding different ways to impress him. But bringing in his ‘teen protegé’ was not the best way to make a normal teen friend. Especially when your father couldn’t see the burning jealousy you had.

You sighed and shook your head, “Well, maybe you could go find Tony and Happy and tell them that you’d like to go home or something,” you turned on your heel and began walking, “Oh, and don’t seem too nervous, I’ll never hear the end of the inability to make friends my age.”

With that you left Peter with standing alone in the huge entrance, eyebrows furrowed and face dumbstruck.

‘What could her problem be?’ He thought to himself. It was obvious you had a problem; that or you were just incredibly rude. Tony had reassured him, though, that you were really, really sweet girl with insane ambition.

It was no lie when once Peter walked into Stark Tower he’d been met with the sight of a very beautiful girl, who he assumed had a very beautiful personality, especially from the way Tony would make it seem. However, he was met with an unexplainable rudeness.

For now, Peter brushed it off as a bad day.

After three weeks though, Peter had had enough of it. He had also had enough with falling for you despite your rude behaviour towards him. He knew that wasn’t really you, but he also knew that he didn’t do anything wrong. He was going to get to the bottom of it.

After the same three weeks, you had finally been able to finish the design on the A.I. you’d been working on.

Now, you really hoped this would make your father proud.

Grinning, you rushed down to the lab, excited to show your father and see his reaction. He’d have to be impressed by this.

You ran to the lab, only to be met with Peter working on new designs with your dad for a new Iron suit through the glass doors.

‘Not even his own Spider-Boy suit,’ You thought, ‘How come Tony never asked me to help?’

You didn’t let that falter your mood completely though, as you walked, and saw Peter give you a small smile and wave. Your glared back which caused his smile to fall and for him to roll his eyes.

“Tony!” You came forward, “You won’t believe it, I finally finished working on the new A.I. it’s design is done and everyth-,”

“That’s great honey, but Peter and I are working on something right now, okay?” His head didn’t lift from what he was tinkering on, “I’ll check it out some other time.”

You felt a drop in your stomach and heart sink. ‘Some other time.’

“Oh…,” you quietly said, “O-Okay. I’ll-I’ll just be in my room if you need anything.”

Tony hummed as you stood for a couple more seconds, opening and closing your mouth and debating whether or not you should say anything else.

Peter’s eyes shot between the two of you, “H-Hey, maybe I could check out that design. I’m not too bad with that stuff.”

Tony’s head lifted at the suggested, “Yanno, that’s not such a bad idea kid.”

You widened your eyes at your father in disbelief, “But-,” you cut yourself off and sent the meanest possible glare Peter’s way before stalking off to your room.

Tony furrowed his eyebrows and turned to Peter, “D’you do anything to her? ‘Cause I swear, Spiderling, if hurt her in any way, I’ll do you just the same but a billion times worse.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “No, no, Mr. Stark, I would never. Your daughter and I aren’t even close, I don’t know why she would be mad at me.”

Tony raised his eyebrows, making Peter say, “But I’ll definitely go check on her. Make sure she’s okay, yanno?”

Tony hummed, “And only check on her. None of my interns smooch my daughters.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “But-But, Mr. Stark, I’m your only intern. And-And Y/N’s your only daughter.”

Tony smiled, “Exactly. So no Peters smooch Y/Ns. Got it?”

Peter nodded frantically and turned quickly to get out of the awkward situation.

Once he’d made it to your room, he held his fist over your door, hesitating. Once he’d finally made up his mind, he went to knock the door, only for it to open suddenly and have his fist hit you right in the eye.

“Dude!” You clutched your left eye, he did have super strength after all.

Peter’s eyes went wide with panic, “Oh God, I didn’t mean to - I’m so sorry! - It was an accident, I promise! - I really didn’t mean t-,”

You huffed and moved passed him, bumping your shoulder accidentally into his on the way. Making your way into the kitchen, you grabbed a cloth and put some ice in it, resting it on your eye.

Peter, who’d followed you, asked, “Why did you open the door so suddenly?”

You squinted, “Suddenly? Dude, I got thirsty, opened the door, and got knocked in the head by Spider-Boy. What were you doing at my door anyways?”

Peter mumbled briefly, “It’s Spider-Man,” before saying aloud, “I came to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t seem to be back in the lab.”

You rolled your eyes at him and began to walk back to your room, stopping when you heard,

“What’s your problem anyway? Did I do something to make you hate me?”

You turned and chose your words carefully, “No… I just like keeping my distance,” You didn’t want to start anything now, although you still mumbled, “from the kid my dad wishes he had instead of me.”

Peter must’ve heard you, because he responded with, “What are you talking about? Mr. Stark would never want to replace you. H-He’s never said anything bad about you.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, but he’s always saying amazing stuff about you,” You began to imitate your father, “Oh, Y/N, did I tell you how smart Peter is? Oh, Y/N, Peter’s helping out in the lab today, even though I know you’ve always wanted to do just that.” You added on the last part yourself.

Peter squinted his eyes, “So, you’re jealous?”

“God, of course I’m jealous!” You threw your hands in the air before walking closer to him with each word you spoke, “I have spent over two years trying to impress my father. I’ve worked my ass off trying to make that stupid A.I. so he’d be proud of me. I’ve tried so hard to work in the lab with him. But after only four months of knowing you, not even four, he’s always talking about you and how impressed he is! It’s not fair! I’ve worked so hard on trying to gain his approval, and every time he just brushes me off!”

You were now chest to chest with Peter. His gaze softened as he look at you. He didn’t think you were jealous of him; there’s never been a time where someone was.

“I-I didn’t kn-know. I’m sorry,” He shook his head, “You’re dad thinks you’re amazing, you know. Even if he doesn’t acknowledge it, he thinks you’re really smart and talented. He’s always talking about you too; and not just about how kind.”

Your shoulders slumped, “Oh.”

Regardless of Peter saying such things, your father had yet to show that interest and approval, in the things you do, to you.

Both of you stood for a couple of moments, you avoiding his gaze as he stared down at you, examining your features.

You took a breath before backing up slightly, “I-I guess I’m sorry for-for blowing up at you like that. That wasn’t really cool.”

Peter shook his head and gave a small smile, “It happens, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Before you could leave, Peter spoke up again, “You should talk to your dad,” You looked at him with a type of innocent wide eyed look and he suddenly found himself nervous under your gaze, “Mayb-maybe that’ll- that’ll help.”

You gave him a shy smile and murmured for only him to hear, despite being in the kitchen alone, “Yeah, maybe,” you sighed lightly, “Thanks, Spider-Man.”

With a sudden boost of confidence, Peter found himself pulling you back with a web he’d stuck to the back of your shirt, pulling you into his embrace. The arm that pulled you back came around your waist as the other hand was placed on your side, only a little higher than the other.

Nervousness took over his body again as you stared at him wide eyed in shock, him stupidly saying, “I promised your dad no Peters would smooch any Y/Ns.”

It was then Peter’s turn for his eyes to widened as yours morphed into an estranged look.


Peter still stood frozen in embarrassment, opening and closing his mouth, searching for an answer.

You laughed nervously before stating shyly, “I mean, if you wanted to,” you eyebrows furrowed, “smooch; all you have to do is ask.”

Peter stood the same wide eyed and frozen.

You rolled your eyes a little before leaning in and pressing a small peck to his lips.

You laughed lightly as he stayed the same, eyes widening even more if possible.

“You should probably get back to my dad, Spider-Man,” you back away, “Or else he’ll think we’ve been smooching.”

You winked before turning away and walking to your room, a grin forming on your face.

Once you’d left, Peter’s face broke out into a huge smile before paling, “Oh God, Mr. Stark’s gonna kill me.”

You hadn’t made it to your room by that point and heard the boy express his concern, shouting at him, “What Mr. Stark doesn’t know, won’t hurt him!”

It wasn’t until the next night, while you were texting Peter, that your dad showed up to your room, knocking lightly on the opened door to grab your attention.

You turned off your phone and sat up, “Hey.”


He came over and sat on the edge of your bed, a comfortable silence taking over the room for a few moments.

“I heard about what you said the other day,” Tony spoke up, “I would never want to replace you, you know that? I’m so impressed with how talented and amazing you are.”

You lowered your head and began to play with the duvet, mumbling, “Then why don’t you ever show it?”

“I didn’t think you needed my approval,” Tony’s hand reached over to hold yours, “I’ve just been focused on other things, I thought you could wait because you handle yourself well, but I’m sorry for making you feel like I prefer the Spiderling over you, and making you feel like you had to prove yourself over the four years you’ve been here.”

You looked up at your dad and gave a small smile, “It’s okay. I’m glad that at least now I know,” you laughed and attempted to lighten the mood, “Hey, at least now I have an actual teenage friend; Parker’s not that bad.”

Tony’s eyes darkened at the mention of Peter from you, “Speaking of Peter,” he stood and made his way to the door, “You’re texting him right now, right?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, you knew it wasn’t hard to guess ‘cause he’s the only person you could possibly be texting, but you wondered why it made your father so mad, “I mean, yeah, why?”

“Okay, well, remind him,” you pulled out your phone again and began to write up a text, “that none of my interns smooch my daughters, because it seemed to have slipped his mind yesterday.”

Your fingers froze over your keyboard and your eyes widened, not daring to look up.

“Anyways, goodnight, honey,” just before he left, he leaned back into the room, “Oh, and you’re grounded. Tell underoos that, and to watch out.”

The moment he left, you type to Peter,

‘Swing away, Spider-Boy, swing away.’

Yoonjin Be Like

Jin: *Makes dad joke*

Bangtan: *Laughs except Yoongi*

Jin: He didn’t laugh because he couldn’t laugh because he’s a….robot…

Even More Gary

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG
Summary: For those requests for more Gary.

The tall guy is back, but the redhead hasn’t been here all that much.  They don’t seem to be very happy with each other right now, which is strange because she wanted him to come back so much.  Things just get awkward when she comes over (it’s pretty obvious she doesn’t live here now, even to me).

When the redhead was here alone, I thought sometimes she might be the saddest person I ever met.  But, now that the tall guy is here alone, he’s so much sadder.  He just sits on his couch and stares at the blank TV most of the time.  It’s very disconcerting.  I feel badly for him and when he comes to feed us, I try to be extra alert for him and let him know I’m here if he wants to talk.  He doesn’t talk though, just watches us and sighs and goes back to the couch.  Mike and Joe tell me to give it up, that the tall guy has never been very chatty with them, but I won’t stop trying.

It’s late and I’m dozing when the redhead shows up.  She must’ve let herself in (she still has a key, even though she doesn’t live here, so you see why it’s confusing?) because the tall guy is still asleep on the couch.  She bends over him for a moment and touches his face and he jumps so high he startles both her and I.  

“Sorry,” she says.

“Jesus, Scully,” he answers.  “What are you doing here?  Is everything alright?  Is it…is something wrong with…your baby?”

“No.  Yes.  I don’t know.”

He pushes himself up from the couch.  He looks panicked.  Just like Lois when someone taps on our tank and she hides in the castle.  

“Should you be at the hospital?” he asks.  “Should I call someone?”

“You’re my someone,” she says, looking down towards her feet.  Her hands are on her belly.  His arms are crossed high over his chest like he’s hugging himself.

They don’t say anything for a long time and it makes me a little nervous so I pace at the side of the tank, waiting.  She sits down by gripping the back of the couch and then leaning back until she’s seated.  He just stands there, hugging himself.

“You haven’t asked me anything,” she says suddenly.  “And I know you must have questions.”

“If I’ve been gone for six months, why do my sheets still smell like you?”

“I was taking care of the fish.”  She looks over at me and I wave my fin at her to say hello, but she doesn’t wave back.

“From my bed?”

“I wasn’t aware it would bother you.”

“It does.”

She blinks at him and her eyes widen just a little.  “I’ll go.”

“No.”  He lets his arms fall to his sides and then he sits down beside her, not close like they used to sit, touching all over, but far away where he’s not touching her at all.  “I just don’t know what you want me to say, Scully.”

“You weren’t gone for six months, you know.  You were gone for five months, two weeks, and three days.”

“Well, in some ways it feels like years.”

“I’m seven and a half months pregnant, Mulder.”

“Did you know?  Before I went to Bellefleur, did you know?”


“When and how did this happen?”

She tries to smile a little, but it looks hard for her to do.  “I’m assuming one of those nights we were pretending to watch Caddyshack.”

“But, how?  It was supposed to be impossible.”

She looks down at her belly and runs her hands over the top of the bump.  “I don’t know.  I’ve had…you can’t imagine how many tests I’ve had.  Everything comes back normal.”

“And that’s okay with you?”

“You’re the one who told me not to give up on a miracle, Mulder.  I’m trying not to question it.”

“But you question everything, Scully.”

“I know. But, I don’t want to.”  She slides forward and pushes herself up from the couch.  I get excited because she’s coming closer to the tank and we haven’t talked in awhile so I dart up to the top to shake my fins.

The tall man just sits there as she peers in at me and bends her finger a few times to say hello.  I blow a few bubbles and pucker my lips in a kiss.  I’ve missed her.  Suddenly, her face pinches up tight and she puts a hand on her stomach and leans over slightly.


“I’m fine,” she breathes.

“Are you sure?”  He jumps up, puts an arm over her and touches her elbow.  I swim back and forth in front of the tank, trying to assess the situation.  She doesn’t quite look like she’s in pain, just uncomfortable.

She nods and blows out a strong breath.  “Braxton Hicks.”

“You’re…scaring Gary.”

I’m not scared, but I am concerned.

She looks up at me.  “Sorry, Gary.”

I wave my fins at her.  No need to apologize.

“You’re probably just tired,” he says.  “Maybe you should lay down.”

“Did you only want to try to help me have a baby when you thought it was impossible?”

He opens his mouth, but he doesn’t say anything.  He looks like me when I’m blowing kisses, all air and no sound.  “No,” he finally says, and he almost sounds angry, but it’s a soft anger.

They stare at each other and I can see a conversation happening in their eyes, but they’re not saying anything at all.  She relaxes and he relaxes and then he lets go of her, but his arms are slow to move away.  Her eyes close slowly and stay closed for just a moment before they slowly open again.

“I think I will lie down,” she says and then glances over at me.  “Good night, Gary.”

I blow her another kiss goodnight.  She doesn’t walk away though, she stays looking up at the tall man for quite some time and then moves close so that she brushes against him as she passes by.  I see their fingers touch, but barely.  His curve towards hers, but she’s already out of reach.  She disappears into the bedroom and he stands where he is and then crosses his arms like he’s hugging himself again.

I want to tell him not to let her walk away like that.  I can tell she’s still sad, but he’s sad too.  I just don’t really know why they’re so sad.  They should be happy they’re together again.  It takes him some time, but then he slowly walks to the bedroom door and stops there for a moment or two before he disappears as well.

I wait up for awhile in case one of them comes back out so I can make sure things are okay, but they don’t come out, so I go to sleep.

The End


—bff!jungkook | when playing matchmaker goes wrong… | requested by anon!

A/N: ooooohhhh, what’s gonna happen? *wriggles eyebrows* i may or may not do a second part to these, depending on the reactions they get. thank you for requesting! i don’t do angst much and i really like when i get to. 💙

heartbroken | peter parker

Summary:  As much as you were guilty for saying this, you hated it. You hated how your best friend was slowly falling for the beautiful dark haired girl. You were nothing to him. Nothing but a close friend and a bystander. You were just a girl who had lost her chance with her one true love. You were just a girl that was heartbroken. (I suck at summaries okay?)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 992

Warnings: Angst?

A/N: This is a one shot so there may or may not be a part two.

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Originally posted by toqaahmed


Badboy Suga x Reader - College Au ~ A/F

Part 11; Beep Boop, I have nothing to say….

< [pt10] - [pt12] > (cs)

a/n; i’m sooo sorry this took sooooo long to update; i have a bad memory……

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Text Tones || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by yoonseok

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff

“Oppa!” You shouted out, entering the apartment that belonged to the seven familiar males you had grown to love. Many heads turned to you, all letting a smile grace across their lips as they took in your appearance but your eyes only searched for one. Within seconds you spotted Namjoon sitting on the couch watching some movie the guys had put on and you walked over to where he was sitting, joining him on the couch and greeting him with a hello.

“Well someone’s happy.” Namjoon commented, noticing your smile and the fact that you had used the Korean phrase so easily. Namjoon’s words, despite being in front of the others, were said in English. He found it easier to communicate with you in the language that you grew up with as you had only just started learning Korean and you were trying your hardest.

The others in the room were a huge help to you when you had first gotten together with Namjoon, offering to help you study and learn their native language immediately. They noticed how small your vocabulary was even though you had been living in Korea for a while now. You worked with an English company with English speaking people and you hadn’t found a need to learn Korean.

That was until you started dating Namjoon, and you met all of his friends. You found a want starting to grow in your chest, the need to learn the language so you could understand what they were saying, so you could join in the discussions they have, so you would be able to laugh at the same jokes without Namjoon having to translate everything for you.

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You Never Listen (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Requested by anon: hi, sorry if this doesn’t make sense at all but could you maybe do an isaac imagine loosely based on a mix of the songs wicked game by stone sour and your song by jessie pitts where they hate each other and always fight but when it comes down to it he’ll always protect her and they get in a big fight/get trapped or something and it seems like they get close but still fight afterwords and so the pack forces them to work together and the end is really fluffy? idk. luvyou and your writing btw! :)

Rating: angsty fluff

A/N: I’m very proud of this, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I may have toyed with the request a bit, I apologize.

Isaac and Y/N had quite the eerie relationship; one you wouldn’t necessarily classify as friendship. When Y/N first joined the pack, Isaac fell in love with her beauty, until she opened her mouth which led to their chance at friendship’s demise. 

However, it wasn’t just Y/N that caused the tension between them, Isaac would occasionally throw in something like “Tell me again, what was that thing that caused you to lose your voice the other day? Well, whatever it was, I really, really hope it comes back.” As if it was the most casual thing to say to her. 

But whenever he sensed that she was in danger, he would be there in a blink of an eye. Because no matter what, their urge to protect each other came atop their petty arguments. 

“Hey Y/L/N, looking as sexy as ever,” some irrelevant member of the lacrosse team had dropped off the comment like it was a casual good morning. He fumbled about with his gear before settling his back on the locker next to hers, tilting his head towards her. 

“Why don’t you tell me where you got those jeans of yours, maybe if I buy some for my girl, it would make her ass look like yours.” His breath was warm and dangerous, smelling of fresh morning coffee and intoxicating cigarettes. 

Y/N’s grip on her books couldn’t have gotten tighter, her anger slowly rising to her throat. When she opened her mouth to say something, she was interrupted by Isaac’s voice saying, 

“Back off.” Firmly gripping the back of the boy’s shirt. “The hell do you think you’re talking to, Lahey?” Those ignorant words earned a growl and a flash of yellow eyes from Isaac. 

Y/N snorted, the tips of her fingers covering her mouth as she giggled. Isaac enjoyed the smirk that spread across Y/N’s face as the shorter guy gathered his belongings and scurried away in terror. 

“What the hell Lahey?!” Y/N smacked his chest, trying to fight back the smirk that threatened to appear on her face once more. 

“You don’t think I’m just gonna stand aside and watch some horny dumbass disrespect you.” He stated carelessly, with a strict shrug. She would be lying if she denied that her heart skipped a beat at his unnaturally kind words. 

“I’m no damsel in distress, I can take care of myself.“ 

"I’m well aware of that babe, but like I said, I won’t stand aside and let anyone disrespect you.” Y/N slammed her locker door before properly hoisting her books in her hands, mumbling a “Whatever,” as she escaped his burning gaze with blushing cheeks and a shy smile.

No, I don’t want to fall in love with you

 "Would you two knock it off already?“ Scott losing his temper—which he rarely ever did—was something that terrified both Y/N and Isaac. 

"The last time you two had a fit, you almost killed each other!” Reminiscing on that one night was always a good way to keep them both grounded. 

“You know what? I’m so sick of that big mouth of yours that doesn’t know when to shut up, so when Jennifer comes for your virgin ass, I won’t stop her.” Isaac’s eyes wandered rapidly between Y/N’s, his nostrils flaring with heavy breaths, anger-filled heat radiating off of his body and settling onto hers. 

“Fuck off Lahey, it’s your fault that we’re stuck here–" 

"How is it my fault that Scott kept me on babysitting duty just cause you can’t keep a man." 

"How dare you?” Her offended gasp and tear filled eyes were going to be the death of him. 

“Wait, that’s not what I–" 

"Save your excuses, dickhead. I don’t want to talk to you.” Exhaustion had already taken over her body, and Isaac was shortening her patience. 

“What did you just call me?” His anger settling on his face, because no guy would like to be insulted by the girl he loves and cherishes most. “You fucking heard me.” Her voice low and dangerous and too close to him. 

His movements were fast. Too fast for Y/N’s mind to process.

“Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to ditch the idea of you being everyone’s knight in shining armor. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very entertaining to watch, but there’s a fine line between illusion and delusion and you’re bouncing along that line.” With every word that fell out of her lips, Isaac’s grip tightened. His hands held a painful and tight grip on her arm, his nails mindlessly digging into her flesh. 

 "Let go,“ she stated firmly through gritted teeth. "You’re hurting me.” Those four words sent alarms to his brain, his hands slowly falling to his side in realization. Her white shirt was tinted red, her flesh pulsing where his hands previously were. 

“O-oh god,” his eyes widened with remorse as he stumbled backwards, his heartbeat deafening in the thick coat of silence between them. 

“Y/N, I-" 

"It’s okay,” she said with her head down, examining the fresh wounds. “I’m so sorry, l-let me take away the pain.” The feeling of his fingertips on her skin made her flinch, “Please don’t touch me.” She mumbled lowly, slowly backing into the corner of the room, sliding down the wall and wrapping her quivering, bleeding arms around her knees. 

“I’m sorry.” The anger and tension between them fading away into oblivion, each of them on separate corners, with separate internal conflicts. 

“Do you remember? Or do you guys want me to remind you?” Their heads hung shamefully low, like two children who were caught fooling around past their bedtime. 

“We’re sorry, Scott.” Y/N was the first to speak, giving Isaac a sideways glance. “Yeah, it won’t happen again." 

"You know what? Last time you said the same thing, this time, I’m locking you guys in here until you learn how to behave your age.” Scott’s hands latched around Y/N’s, dragging her to the edge of his bed, and cuffing her hands to the headboard. 

Scott’s grip was far more gentle than Isaac’s, “You can’t cuff me, I’ll break them.” Scott chuckled at Isaac’s arrogant comment. “Yeah but you can’t break through mountain ash, buddy.” Scott stepped out the doorway of his room, dunking the ash across it. 

“She can break the mountain ash, and you can break her cuffs. Let’s see how good of a team you two’ll make.” With that final sentence, Scott left to return to the pack meeting that the two had disturbed with their bickering. 

At first—both of them being as stubborn as can be—not a single word was uttered. Y/N sat helplessly with her arms aching above her head, and Isaac desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of the intoxicating room. 

“You know, not everyone can ‘True Alpha’ their way out of mountain ash.” Y/N’s words coated with venom, scoffing when his second attempt sent electricity through his body. “You never listen–” “You don’t either, or else we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Silence. 

Y/N had dark hollow circles under her eyes that were visible to Isaac’s eyes, the dull light of the lamppost out the window made her eyes appear a shade darker. She was as exhausted as she looked. Y/N leaned her head back against the wood, her eyes fluttering shut. 

The two of them sat in silence, listening to each other’s rhythmic breathing and the faint humming of the pack meeting that was held downstairs. Isaac’s feet felt heavy as he stomped over to the bed, sitting close to Y/N. She felt his weight dipping next to her, but didn’t bother opening her eyes. Isaac leaned forward to break the cuffs that held her hands captive, the pain had left her skin numb. 

Y/N’s body jolted, moving her hands away from his reach. 

“Easy, I won’t hurt you.” The skeptical look she gave him had his breathing hitched in his throat. His calloused hands felt unusually soft and gentle across her skin. 

Careful not to hurt her, he tugged tightly and his body jerked backwards as the cuffs fell and thudded over the carpeted floor. Y/N made a tired noise, one that resembled a moan, as she examined her wrists. 

“You’re right.” He finally said. Y/N scrunched her brows, slightly confused as to what he meant. 

“I never listen. I should’ve listened to Stiles when he told me I should tell you that I love you, I should’ve listened to him when he told me that I was hurting you, exhausting you, even. But I was so scared of loving you, I was scared of how fast and hard I’d fallen for you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, will be the death of me.” Y/N’s mind was processing his words, her brain stringing up questions like ‘hows’ and 'whys’. But her face held no reaction, her eyes were darker and far more complicated to read now that he was close. 

“I can never forgive myself for hurting you, I would apologize if I knew it would do any good, but I think I’ve burned that bridge already. I’m so in love with you, and I won’t blame you if you truly and genuinely hated me, because I deser—" 

"No you don’t, and no I don’t. I don’t hate you, Isaac. True, you did hurt me, both physically and emotionally,” he cringed at the memory, “But nothing in this world can make me hate you, cause I saw the regret in your eyes, I know you didn’t mean it.” Her bruised hands gently—almost reluctantly—intertwined with his. Isaac’s eyes stared at his hands in hers, like they weren’t his own, like they were something foreign. 

“I’m scared of turning into my father," 

"Don’t you dare, Lahey.” She gasped so loudly, as if he’d offended her. “You will never be the man he was. You are the most gentle and wonderful person I’ve ever met, and you may not show that to me, but I see the way you’re constantly looking out for Scott, helping him, helping the pack.” Her hand cupped his cheek, making him look at her. 

You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blue. Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Forgive me?” He spoke breathlessly with tears threatening to spill at the corner of his blue eyes that wandered between hers. 

“With time.” She stated simply. “I’m sorry,” he said closely to her lips, “I’m so sorry.” Their hands clutched at each other, like the wild and lost teenagers that they were. 

Y/N was the one who initiated the kiss, so hard he tasted blood. He felt her chest heaving against hers, he thought she was crying. Isaac gently dug his fingers into her locks, pulling her closer. She was the one who broke away, but settled with her forehead against his. 

“Can you feel how fast my heart is beating for you?” It wasn’t a question. “I love you, Isaac. I do.” His fingers trailed down her sides, like he knew her soft curves by heart, pulling her to sit on his lap. 

“What are you doing to me?” He pulled her down for another kiss, his heart beating like a drum against his chest. 

“I love you." 

"I love you.”


Originally posted by nnochu

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff | student!jungkook, best friends to lovers 

length: 5k

summary: jungkook has been the friend that you’ve always had in life. when he tries to take it to the next step, you find yourself rejecting him. fear not, a trip gone wrong fixes the day.


There’s a pause in the bustling conversation as everyone watches the bowling ball skid down the alley and towards the pins.

You’re crouched as your eyes are glued to the navy ball that could possibly give you a strike and the upper hand. Silent prayers move your lips as it goes closer and closer, but it’s a vain attempt sincethe ball only manages to knock down all but four pins. A groan leaves your lips when you hear his cackle behind you.

“Jeongguk, you threw me off!” The excuse flies out of your mouth automatically, only strengthening his cackle. When you turn, your best friend is hunched over in his seat, slapping his knee in absolute happiness. 

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(And Things Will Be) Hard At Times (34688 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Original Characters, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Jay Tomlinson, The Tomlinson Family, The Deakin Twins
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Mpreg, Mpreg Louis, Panic Attacks, minor health scares, Light Angst, Photographer Harry, Teacher Louis, Meet-Cute, Accidental Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Established Relationship, Anal Fingering, not smutty, like the anal fingering isn’t for sexy purposes, Anal Sex, I know you’re getting conflicting messages, No cheating, just so you don’t have to worry about that

Louis and Nathan had been talking about marriage and kids and a family for years now, but it had never felt right. If anything, the talking about it had petered out over the past while because they were busy living the lives they had settled into. It wasn’t that they didn’t think they’d ever have kids, just that they weren’t to a point where they were ready for it yet.

Well. Ready or not, it was happening.

Or the one where Louis and his boyfriend of five years unexpectedly find themselves pregnant and Harry is the paternity photographer that makes everyone think twice.

blackout | chanyeol (epilogue)

‘‘You know Chanyeol, not every girl is going to do what you say without thinking about it. I tried to be that girl but I failed. I hope your next target is going to be more intelligent than me.’‘

admin: s.                                                                                                                 genre:  angst, fluff, smut (part 3), university student! chanyeol au, fuckboy! chanyeol au

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

When you woke up a few hours after what had happened you had a terrible headache. With slightly blurry eyes you tried to get used to the now brightly lit room. 

Looking around in the room, you realized you were still in Chanyeol’s and Minseok’s shared room. From what you could remember what had happened not long ago was that after you had sex with Chanyeol you knocked out on his bed. Naked.

Your eyes wandered down your body, who was now covered with a blanket. Someone and you hoped Chanyeol, must have put it over you some when last night. 

Slowly you got out of his bed while already searching for your clothes. Every single piece of clothing was scattered around in his room. Looking over to Minseok’s bed you also saw that Chanyeols used condom indeed had landed on it. 

Quickly you put on all of the clothes you had found. That included everything except for your black panties.

A little bit uncomfortable because of the loss of Material under your skirt you opened the door of Chanyeols room. It was not locked anymore what must mean that Chanyeol already left.

Walking out his room you found absolute chaos in front of you. The floor was covered in red cups and weird looking liquids. It smelled like shit and after arriving in the living room you saw the boys scattered around in various places, sleeping. 

You obviously searched after Chanyeol. There was no way you wouldn’t talk with him about what had happened. I mean you had been still this sober that you knew what would happen but Chanyeol also still had seduced you. 

While looking after him you also looked after Jisoo. You hadn’t seen her since she left into the mass of students.

In a mountain of forgotten jackets and purses, you found your stuff. Taking out your phone of your purse you had what felt like hundred calls and messages from Jisoo. The last one saying she would go now since she had already thrown up ones. 

Groaning you looked around one last time but you couldn’t find Chanyeol. Every single one of the boys laid somewhere sleeping, except for Chanyeol and… Kyungsoo?

On the way to Jisoo and your Apartment, you looked around if you could see Chanyeol somewhere. But except for some Students who were smoking, you saw no one. 

Suddenly you spotted Kyungsoo with a big box filled with ten cups of coffee. You stopped in front of him. He also looked pretty done from the party but not as much as for example Sehun who fell asleep on the kitchen table. 

‘‘Kyungsoo, hey. Do you know where Chanyeol is? He’s not in the apartment of yours.’‘ you asked hoping he would know where Chanyeol was.

Kyungsoo looked at you first a little bit confused but then shook his head. ‘’No. Sorry, Y/N. I went out for coffee when he still was sleeping on the couch in the living room beside Jongdae. By the way, I also bought coffee for you since you were the only one that had slept over.’’ Taking out one cup he gave it to you with a half assed smile. 

Taking the cup you thanked him and started walking away. You were glad he hadn’t mentioned that you had had sex with Chanyeol. Somehow you wanted to forget it but you also really enjoyed it. 

The Monday after the Party was horrible. Jisoo was still complaining to you after you told her what had happened at the Party, every student that had attended the party was a walking corpse and you still had a slight headache. From Chanyeol also no sign. 

Walking out of the lecture hall of your fifth period today, you finally had lunch break.

You had agreed with Jisoo to meet up in the park behind the University as always. It was getting chillier by the day so you had your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket. 

Sitting down on your usual bench you waited for Jisoo. While waiting you took out your lunchbox and started eating. You looked around the Park and, to your luck, you finally spotted Chanyeol standing there with the other boys and a bunch of girls. It seemed like he was flirting with one of them. 

You couldn’t help yourself but boiled up. You knew it, he was a fuckboy and only used you. You felt sad, angered, jealous and heartbroken at the same time. You had caught feelings for Chanyeol and you hated yourself for it. 

Standing up from the bench you made it quick in walking over to Chanyeol and this random girl. Your walk getting slower and slower the second you got nearer to them, your confidence from earlier long gone. You hated what Chanyeol made out of you. A broken, weak, little girl. 

Stopping in front of them you brought all your courage up. ‘’Chanyeol, can we please talk for a minute?’’

He looked down at you and chuckled. You couldn’t believe it. Were you only one of his countless toys? 

Telling the girl to go away he finally turned to you. His eyes cold and emotionless as always but his lips embellished an annoying smirk. 

‘‘What do you want, baby.’‘ He said emphasizing the baby at the end. 

You were slightly taken aback by it but you had collected yourself pretty quickly again. ‘’We have to talk about what happened at the party.’’

‘‘Why do you wanna talk about this? We had sex. Nothing more, nothing less. We were both drunk and horny. Something like this can happen, Y/N.’‘ He answered while shrugging his shoulders.

You were broken. You just wanted to die. Trying to prevent the tears from rolling down your rosy cheeks you stared him directly in the eyes. ‘’Are you kidding me Chanyeol? Both, you and I know we weren’t that drunk. Also, you planned that. Don’t lie to me.’’

Taken aback from your now crying state, Chanyeol gulped but still remained in his unbothered position. ‘’Even if I had planned that, you could easily have declined but,’’ he smirked bending down so he was with his face directly in front of yours. ‘’You were craving for my body as much as I was craving for yours that night.’’

Your tears were streaming down your cheeks unstoppable. Inhaling a deep breath you prepared to say something. Stabilizing your voice so you wouldn’t sound so broken you gave him hateful stares. ‘‘You know Chanyeol, not every girl is going to do what you say without thinking about it. I tried to be that girl but I failed. I hope your next target is going to be more intelligent than me.’‘

With that, you lifted your arm and slapped Chanyeol across the face. It was soft. Very soft, still Chanyeol stood straight again slightly holding his cheek and staring at you bewildered. 

He never had experienced something like that after he had fucked another meaningless girl. You were different. You acted differently. He had broken you. He felt guilty, not as much as he should but still, he felt guilty for the first time. 

Not saying another word you turned around walking back to the bench. While turning you had seen the shocked faces of the other boys. They obviously had followed the talk you and Chanyeol had but you didn’t care. 

Picking up your things which were laying on the bench you started to walk deeper in the park until you saw no student near you anymore. You were crying terribly. Not loud though but you could still hear your whimpers. 

Suddenly you felt a hand softly laying itself down on your shoulder. Turning around you saw Jisoo standing there looking at you, as soon as she saw the state you were in, as broken as you. 

Pulling you in her arms she hugged you. You were hugging her back crying on her shoulder. Her warm fluffy hoodie blocking you crying sounds which were getting louder. 

Three Months after what had happened you still were broken. You were sad all day. At least you tried to hide it now, acting as if you were happy in front of your friends but you sometimes still cried yourself to sleep. You had never experienced something like this before. 

It was the end of the year and the past months were hard. Chanyeol and the boys still were at the same University as you. You watched them always. You couldn’t help yourself but even if you hated Chanyeol you still liked him very much. 

The only good thing was that not every one of the boys was standing behind Chanyeols back. Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Junmyeon often talked to you, asking how you were, sometimes also asking if you wanted to drink a coffee with them. 

They were your friends still you always declined since you knew they still were closer to Chanyeol than to you and always would choose him over you. 

Jisoo instead always remained on your side. You couldn’t think of what you would do without here. 

You hoped together with her you would survive the last years of your studies and you hoped one day you could forget…

So that’s it guys. That’s the end of blackout. I decided for a sad ending because I thought it would be more realistic in the situation Chanyeol and Y/N are in. I really hope you enjoyed blackout and like the ending even though for me it seems rushed and well it’s a sad ending. Btw I think I sometimes really fucked up the grammar, so please excuse me.                                                         Thank you to everyone who enjoyed reading blackout and gave me strength throughout my writing process! I love you guys so much~

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