(hey look i made a thing! wonders: they do never cease)

  hey guys, just thought i’d whip together a list of some of my favourite authors most motivational   quotes. i especially love using these in bullet journal spreads. hope everyone is having a wonderful new year!            


          oscar wilde 

  “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars” 

  “always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much” 

  “with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” 

  “to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance” 

  “be yourself; everyone else is already taken” 

  “to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exist, that is all” 

  “it is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it" 

  "you can never be overdressed or overeducated” 

  “yes: i am a dreamer. for a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”


          fyodor dostoyevsky

   "there is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it" 

  “power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare” 

  “happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it” 

  “the cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month”

  “to live without hope is to cease to live” 


         james joyce 

  “i am tomorrow, or some future day, what i establish today. i am today what i established yesterday or some previous day” 

  “a man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors… are the portals of discovery” 

  “he found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible” 

  “life is the great teacher” 


         charles dickens 

  “the sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on” 

  “there are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”“a loving heart is the truest wisdom” 

  “i ask only to be free. the butterflies are free” 

  “we forge the chains we wear in life” 

  “an idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself” 

  “no one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else” 


         franz kafka 

  “start with what is right, rather than with what is acceptable” 

  “anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old” 

  “logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live” 

  “a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us” 

  “believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made” 

  “my ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me” 


         ivan turgenev 

  “we sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars” 

  “if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin” 

  “time sometimes flies like a bird, and sometimes crawls like a worm, but people may be unusually happy when they do not even notice if time has gone quickly or slowly” 

  “don’t be ruled by others; to belong to oneself- the whole savour of life lies in that” 

  “we’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves” 


         george orwell 

  “happiness can exist only in finding acceptance" 

  "the essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection” 

  “freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear” 


         victor hugo 

  “laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face” 

  “music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent” 

  “curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery” 

  “to learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark” 

  “to love beauty is to see light” 

  “adversity makes men” 

  “our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds” 

  “there is nothing like a dream to create the future” 

  “all the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come”

  “perseverance, secret of all triumphs”

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
Read it on AO3

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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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Canceled Date (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: After you had to cancel your date with Steve because you have to babysit your sister, Steve invites himself over and manages to show you a completely different side to him.

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: none, maybe just OOC Steve

Note: First time writing for Steve but ay whatever. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me what ya think! :)

My Other Works…

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse

It wasn’t every night your parents would leave you to take care of your 8 month old sister, but after your father got a promotion at his job, they wanted to celebrate. You really didn’t want to ruin their celebration, so you offered to take care of little Anna for as long as they needed you to.

The only bad part was that you had to cancel your date with your boyfriend. You were dating Steve Harrington, the “King” of the school. He had told he really didn’t care about that title, and it was a bit stupid. You have been dating for at least 3 months, and your parents absolutely adored him, and you like to think his parents adore you too.

Anyway, Steve had been a bit upset when you told him you had to cancel. You were both going to watch a movie at his house since you worked at the theater and didn’t want to be there any longer than you needed to.

“Come on (y/n), we’ve been planning this for a week,” Steve said over the phone, you sighed.

“I know, I know- maybe tomorrow I can come over,” you said, feeling bad. Steve was silent for a moment.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but you have to promise me that we’ll spend the whole day together.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“The whole day?” you asked, you can see him nodding.

“Yup! To make up for all the other times you had to cancel!” You scoffed.

“I only canceled once before this!” you claimed, he hummed.

“All day tomorrow so clear your schedule, babe,” You were silent for a moment, before a smile grew on your lips.

“I’ll get to that…I’m really sorry, Steve,” you apologized again.

“It’s alright (y/n), what are you doing anyway, I didn’t even ask,”

“I have to watch Anna, my parents are going out to celebrate or something,” you shrugged, moving on your stomach, holding your phone against your ear.

“You have to babysit?” he asked, his voice changing suddenly, like he was excited. You nodded as if he could see you.

“Yeah- I’m not canceling on you for no reason,” you laughed, Steve laughed as well. Your heart sped up because you really loved hearing his laugh.

“You know what- our date is not being canceled, tell your parents I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Your smile fell, and you tilted your head.

“What?”

“You heard me! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” You could just hear him get up, and grab his car keys. You sat up.

“Steve! My parents aren’t going to like it if my boyfriend comes over while they’re gone- they might think-”

“Come on- we’re going to babysit, that’s all! I’ll see you in ten minutes! Love you!” Your jaw dropped. Was he seriously going to come over?

“(y/n)?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts and you shook off.

“I love you too, but if my parents turn you away at the door- don’t blame me!” He laughed, and you did too, before the line went dead.

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Future Mrs. G - Dick Grayson x Reader

YJ verse where you’re on the team but you don’t really get along with Dick for whatever reason until Bart comes from the future and only knows you as Mrs.Grayson + Saw the “Bart knows the Reader as the future Mrs. Grayson” and I raise you Bart knows the reader as the future Mrs. Todd but cannot say a goddamn thing until Jay shows back up again. Optional: the reader from the Dick fic (*snorts*) and the reader from the Jay fic are besties. Not necessary but adds another element, no? + IF YOU SEE GOTHAM do you remember that episode where Dick parents appeared and also were fighting and couldn’t bear each other until jim made their families rebound and at the end were both cutie pies in love and went to thank Detective Gordon? I just remembered for the Bart thing like : Mrs. Grayson? Gordon: oh yes you remind me of your parents kid, lmao.

 A/N: This is a combination of a bunch of prompts because a ton of people asked for a fic where Bart comes from the future and knows shit. I figured it would all fit nicely together!

“UGH! You’re such an ass!” You shouted, pushing against Dick’s chest. He didn’t even wobble from the impact which only frustrated you more.

“You want to talk about it sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly.

You – You UGH! My mission? Really??? You gave the mission that I’ve been working on for a year to fucking Lagoon Boy? You know Dick you typically take a girl out on a date before you fuck her over!” You seethed. He appeared infuriatingly calm in the face of your anger.

“Lagoon Boy’s skills were more suited to the mi-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck why you chose him. That was my case. You had no right.” You said accentuating your anger with sharp pokes to his chest.

“I had every right. I’m serving as team leader while Kaldur is home visiting Atlantis. That means I’m calling the shots and I say you’re off the mission. Get over it or go home.” He replied firmly, his mouth set in a hard line as you glared up at him. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“You keep pushing this and I’m going to make your life a living hell Dick Grayson. I will not be sidelined.” You hissed.

“Is that a threat?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you. You didn’t even flinch at his intense glare.

“It’s a fucking promise.” You swore before turning on your heel and storming off.


“I can’t believe him Red! He’s such a fucking ass!” You complained to your best friend. The two of you were sitting in the near abandoned grotto where all the tributes to the fallen are stored. This was usually a fairly private place since no one really liked to remember just how dangerous this job was. Red would know, her first love and boyfriend had his own hologram down here. You had offered to meet in a different place for her sake but she insisted that Jay would have wanted us to meet where we had always met. Jason was your friend too but it was hard to see your friend be so torn up over his death.

“Didn’t you have a crush on him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“When we were kids sure but I’d never be with him now. Not in a million years. I have standards Red, standards that include not being the most infuriating person to walk on Earth.” You swore.

“It sounds like to me you’re just frustrated that he won’t roll over and give you whatever you want at the drop of the hat.” She shrugged.

“I’m angry that he won’t let me work on the case that I’ve been working on for a year!” You cried. You worked yourself to the bone to get to where you were in the case and to have him step in and just hand it over to another team member to finish, it pissed you off more than anything.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s just trying to protect you?” She offered.

“Seriously? You’re taking his side?” You asked incredulously. How could your best friend defend this jerk? Wasn’t she supposed to take your side on this instead of making excuses for Dick?

“No I’m just saying that maybe you’re misreading the situation.” She shrugged. You scoffed at the notion.

“I’m not –“ You started to say before you were cut off by a blaring alarm warning the presence of an intruder. You and your friend immediately dropped the conversation and sprinted toward where the alert was coming from. A whirl of yellow sped past you just as you were about to enter the briefing room.

“Shit!” You swore, turning around to follow the speedster intruder. The yellow blur turned around and ran straight back towards you. Expecting it to run straight into you, you braced yourself for what you knew would be a painful impact but instead you were surprised to find that the young speedster wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“Hey Mrs. Grayson! Long time no see! Ha! How are the kids?” He asked, his words coming out only just slow enough to recognize what he was saying. He glanced around your body and saw something that made his eyes widen. “Welp gotta go now! See you later Mrs. G!” He waved before racing away.

“Why didn’t you take him out?” Dick shouted jogging up to you.

“I was going to but then he … hugged me.” You said still trying to grapple with what had just happened. You were so many levels of confused.

“Well what’s your excuse?” He snapped turning to look accusingly at Red. She shrugged and didn’t offer him an answer. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have time for this right now. Just … spread out and try to corner him alright?” He said before running back in the opposite direction of where the speedster was heading.

“Something you want to tell me Mrs. Grayson?” Red leaned over and asked you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You put your hand over her face and turned her grinning face away from you.

“No.”


It took a while but eventually the team was able to apprehend the mysterious speedster. It didn’t take much before he confessed that he was the Flash’s grandson from the future. He certainly had the proof to back up his claims.

If he was from the future that made wonder about what he had said to you when you first ran into each other.

“So … Bart was it? You’re from the future?” You asked sitting next the the young boy in the kitchen. He had been rifling for food in the fridge and eventually made himself a gargantuan sandwich filled to the brim with the oddest ingredients.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered taking a wide bite out the sandwich.

“Can I ask you something? About the future?” You asked hesitantly.

“I make no promises.” He responded.

“Understood.” You nodded. “You said something when we first met. You called me Mrs. Grayson. You want to tell me why?” You asked the seemingly simple question.

“It’s your name isn’t it? You are married to Nightwing right?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you heard Red start to cackle hysterically from the living room.

Noooooo.” You corrected immediately.

“Whoops. My bad. Forget I said anything then.” He said.

“Hold up. Am I married to him in the future?” You asked.

“I really should talk about –“ He started to argue but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Tell me!” You insisted firmly.

“Well I guess I’ve already said this much.” He sighed. “Yeah. You guys are the most disgustingly in love couple that I’ve ever met. Well you and the Todd’s really. Speaking of which where is Jason?” He said.

“Dead.” You answered simply. Suddenly Red’s laughing ceased.

“Oh. History never was my best subject.” He laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Look kid, you’re nice and you clearly come from a future but are you sure you’re from this universe’s future. Nightwing and I … we aren’t even friends. I’m sorry but I highly doubt I’d ever marry him.”

“Look Mrs. G,”

“Please don’t call me that.” You insisted.

“I only know what I know.” He continued without hesitation. “One of your grandkids is a good friend of mine.”

“Oh god. I think I’m going to be sick.” You groaned.


“Thanks again Commissioner Gordon. This intel is really going to help.” Dick thanked the older man, holding up the flash drive that was just given to him.

“Anytime, son. It’s the least I can do after all these years of service that you and the Bat have given this city.” Gordon responded.

“It’s all in a day’s work Commish.” Nightwing smiled.

“Are you alright kid? You seem a little off tonight.” Gordon asked. He had known Robin, Nightwing, whatever name he goes by for years but the young man didn’t seem as chipper as he usually was.

“Just girl problems. Nothing too worrying, I assure you.” Dick brushed off. He had to admit that you had been on his mind a lot lately. He hated how antagonist your relationship with him had become. He had been such good friends with you when you were both just kids and now … well you two were lucky if you walked away from a conversation without being at each other’s throats.

“Oh?” Gordon questioned. “It’s that girl that bring along sometimes isn’t it? The one that you bicker with? It’s funny, you two remind me of a couple that came into the precinct back when I was still just a detective. They came from rival circus families and boy did they act like it. They bickered the entire time I was watching over them but not long after the family feud is patched up and these two come back in engaged and utterly lovesick. They offered to name their first born after me, you know.” Gordon reminisced one of the oddest cases he had ever been assigned. Unfortunately the young circus couple famously died after their trapeze line was tampered with, leaving their young son orphaned.

“I’m pretty sure this girl hates me. She’s made that pretty clear.”

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Nightwing. Give it time.” Gordon encouraged. Dick chuckled and shook his head at the idea that you could ever grow to have feelings other than annoyance for him

“I hope you’re as good at giving relationship advice as you are at your job.” Nightwing joked.

“I’m old, Nightwing. I think I know a thing or two.” He argued.

“If you’re right, I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation.” Nightwing said lightheartedly, not really thinking that your relationship would ever get to that level. It just seemed so far off considering where the two of you were now. Gordon though, he had seen stranger couples develop. He believed wholeheartedly that these kids would eventually come to find kindred souls in one another.

“I expect nothing less.”

LOVE.

Originally posted by hovseofcards

A/N: Based off Kendrick Lamar’s song 

     You couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your face at how much Calum was looking at you. His own cheeks were burning at how much he was smiling. Neither one of you talked the only sound present in your home was the radio playing some old school songs from the 90s. Your head tilted to the side as you tried to keep up with the gaze he was giving you. You felt a mixture of both awkwardness and comfortableness. Calum had never looked at you in this way before and for some reason you began to laugh which only made Calum smile even more. His eyes crinkled at the sides as he began to laugh along with you and soon your hid your face into the pillows. “Stop!” you whined, peeking out to look at him once more. 

“I’m not doing anything,” Calum giggled, hands reaching up to touch at his cheeks. They were hot and he felt his heart pounding hard against his chest. You shook your head at his words and your laughter began to subside. “You’re staring,” Calum commented, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Your face fell back into the pillow and you let out a low whine.

“That’s because you’re staring,” you said, words being muffled by the fabric. Calum laughed and his eyes began to scan around your room. He had been in your home a few times since the two of you started dating, but Calum had never taken in what was exactly in your room. Usually the two of you were busy trying to take each other’s clothes off so he never paid that much attention that is until now. Silence fell between the two of you as he glanced around with a smile. Your walls covered in various posters of your favorite artists. There was one particular spot that was just pictures of your friends and family the words “love like there’s no tomorrow” painted above the section. Across from your bed was your desk that held a lamp, your laptop, some Funko Pop of your favorite characters, and school books. It was only then that Calum realized that was the only space in your room that was dirty. Everything else was cleaned up. Dirty clothes resting in a purple hamper, your beige colored carpet vacuumed and everything placed neatly in their spots. You could tell a lot about someone just from their room and Calum was starting to find out more about you now than the time you two had spent with one another. Your head had lifted and you looked over at Calum to watch him as he looked around at your room.

“What’s in there?” Calum questioned pointing towards a drawer that appeared to be locked up. Your eyebrows rose at his question and you looked at the drawer with wide eyes. Calum smirked at the reaction he had received and now he really wanted to know what that drawer held.

“Just some stuff,” you muttered starting to fiddle with the strings of your blanket. Calum was quick to get off the bed “No don’t open that!” you yelled out, scrambling off the bed. Somehow you reached the drawer before Calum could and blocked his path. His mouth parted in surprise, but the expression soon turned to a sly grin. 

“Oh you’re being secretive now,” he said, faking as if he was going to reach around you and grab at the drawer. You dodged his movements quick, but Calum was faster. His muscular arm circled around your waist and as if you weighed nothing he was able to move you out the way with just that one arm. You wiggled about in his arms and he reached out to swipe the key from off your desk and open up the drawer. Once it was open Calum’s grip on you released and he started to blush at what was inside. “Shit s-sorry…I really wasn’t expecting that,” he chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck in embarrassment. You began to laugh at his reaction and grabbed the key from his hands. “When’s the last time you used those?” he smirked making you roll your eyes at his question.

“Maybe a week ago,” you thought, locking the drawer back up to hide away your toys. You roommates were nosy, so that was one thing you had to keep locked away so they couldn’t find it. 

“A week ago? You have me you don’t need those,” Calum joked in a cocky way. You looked at him unimpressed and your hand rested at your hips as you said:

“What makes you think you’re that good?” 

“Ouch,” Calum winced, hand pressing at his chest as if you had broken his heart. You smirked and Calum looked at your with a smile. “That was cold, Y/N,” he said making you laugh. “But I’m going to forgive you because you’re cute,” he told you, grabbing at your wrist to pull you back towards your bed. You plopped down on the mattress and scooted back until you were rested against the pillows. Curiously, you watched as Calum laid down between your legs his head resting just below your breasts. Calum felt warm. The heat radiating off of him made you comfortable and one of his hands reached out to rest at your ankle. His thumb brushing over your soft skin. Calum’s attention went down to his phone and you suddenly started to feel guilty for bruising his ego. 

“Hey,” you softly said, fingers playing in his hair. Calum’s eyes fluttered at the feeling and his head turned to the side to give you a pouty look. “I was only kidding you know that right?” you question, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. You didn’t want Calum to assume that the sex you two had was inadequate. It was far from that. 

“I know,” Calum mumbled, a small moan of comfort leaving his lips as you continued to play in his head. You smiled at his response and relaxed in your spot. Your other hand came up to play with his hair also and you could feel the weight of his body relax into you some more. Calum loved when you played in his hair. His mouth opened wide as a yawn slipped pass and soon his actions of massaging your leg ceased. Calum’s eyes started to flutter and his breath evened out when you scratched at his scalp once again. Before Calum knew it he was knocked out asleep between your legs. You found yourself smiling at what had just happened. Calum had never fallen asleep when you played in his hair. Usually he’d drift off but would always end up perking back up and wanting to talk or go out to do something. It was almost like he was comfortable enough to fall asleep around you now. Your eyes soaked in the boy laying on you. Taking in every eyelash he had which dusted the top of his cheeks. Milking in the curves of his lips and how it slightly parted when he slept. How his chest rose up and down at a steady pace. One of your hands removed from his head to rest at his chest. His heart beating at a steady rhythm also. Calum was absolutely beautiful and you wondered just exactly how the two of you crossed paths. You had never felt like this with anyone else. The fact that Calum was sleeping right now, a time where he was most vulnerable made you realized you wanted this forever. You wanted him. It didn’t take long for you to end up falling asleep. Both your limbs intertwining with one another as you slept.

     It was the sound of rain that had woken Calum up. A gasped sound left his lips as he sucked in a breath of air. Head lifting up to glance around the room in confusion as he wiped the slob from off his cheek. Calum couldn’t figure out exactly when he had fallen asleep, but he felt well rested enough to realize it was the best nap he’d ever taken. Your room was dark a blue hue coating the walls from the light that was outside. The last time Calum looked out the window it was a bright and sunny sky. Now it was gloomy and pouring rain. It didn’t bother him. The rain had always had a calming effect on Calum. The sounds of light snoring brought Calum’s attention towards you. You looked peaceful and he didn’t want to wake you at all. Calum’s hand reached out to brush back your hair and he leaned down to send a small kiss to your lips. You stirred at the action and shifted under him so that you were laying on your side instead of your back. Calum smiled and slowly slid out the bed. He had to pee badly and as much as he wanted to cuddle with you, his bladder needed to be emptied the most. Calum looked back at you one more time before leaving your room. Outside of it he almost felt as if he was intruding. Your roommate’s bedroom doors were closed and Calum could hear laughter come from the living room as he walked passed the entrance and towards the bathroom. He had met your roommates a handful of times, but you were always around. Without you being by his side Calum wasn’t sure how he’d feel talking to them now. 

Calum was confused on how you could sleep this long. He had tried to preoccupy himself while you slept. Browsing on his phone, playing on your laptop, looking around at your photos, anything to keep his mind busy. It had gotten to the point where Calum actually ended up finishing off his homework; the main thing you two were suppose to do while he was visiting you. Neither of you could concentrate when you were around each other. Finally it was Calum’s hunger that had made him wake you up. The feeling of him climbing back on your bed made you stir in your sleep and soon his fingers were trailing over your skin in an attempt to wake you up as nicely as possible. “Y/N,” Calum whispered, head dipping down to send a peck to your collarbone. “Wake up,” Calum whined, pinching at your side trying to elicit a response from you. You let out a small whine at his words and Calum kissed at the side of your neck this time. “I’m hungry…I know you’re hungry too,” he said, softly nibbling at your skin. A small smile made it way onto your face at the feeling and your eyes fluttered open when he laid down and placed all his weight on your body. 

“You’re heavy!” you exclaimed in laughter trying to push him off of you. Calum laughed, his body vibrating on top of yours. The sound was loud since his face was rested in the crook of your neck. Calum slid half of his body off of yours and then looked at you with a smile. “You’re such a dork,” you mumbled, poking at his nose. 

“Did you enjoy your nap?” he questioned, nudging his nose into your cheek. 

“I was until you disturbed it,” you pouted. Calum mimicked your expression and he nudged his nose against yours.

“Mhm I’m sorry,” he said, running the tip of his nose down the bridge of yours. Your head lifted in a request for a kiss and Calum complied. His lips coming down against yours in a sweet yet passionate kiss. “Does that make up for it?” he whispered giving you another kiss. You nodded at his question and let out a deep sigh. It was one of content and comfort. 

“You said you were hungry,” you mumbled, looking at him with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. Calum nodded at your words and he pointed down at his stomach when it growled once more. You laughed at the sound and then pushed him back so you could sit up. Calum’s back pressed up against the wall. “Well my roommates and I haven’t really made a trip to the store yet, so I guess we’ll have to order takeout,” you told him, stretching in your spot and letting out a loud yawn. Your hands dug under the covers in search of your phone. “What are you in the mood for? Pizza? Chinese?” you mumbled, beginning to scroll through your phone at the contacts. You had ordered takeout a couple of times and had saved the numbers just in case so you wouldn’t have to search for the menu. 

“How about tacos?” Calum suggested, running a hand through his hair. Your gaze landed towards the window as you looked outside. 

“You want to make a taco run in the rain?” you asked in confusion. Calum shrugged in response.

“It’s just water,” he commented, looking back at you with a smile. Your lips pursed as you thought about whether you wanted to get dressed and run out to grab food. “Besides I think a drive would be good for us. Get some fresh air since we’ve been inside all day,” he said. Your eyes squinted at Calum’s words and he nudged his knee against yours in hopes that you’d agree. Calum slid out of your bed and you watched as he slipped on his shoes. He grabbed a sweatshirt that happened to be his from off your floor and toss it towards you. You caught the article of clothing with a pout and reluctantly place it on.

“You’re lucky I’m in the mood for tacos,” you muttered, placing on your shoes. Calum grabbed his car keys from off your desk and his right hand reached out to grab your hand intertwining your fingers together as you both left out. You let out another yawn and rubbed at your eyes. After a small greeting towards your roommates, you and Calum had gotten into his car. It didn’t take long for the two of you to find the nearest Mexican food restaurant and soon you both had ordered your food, and was back in his car eating. Calum turned the volume up on the radio when a certain song came on. You quietly sat in your spot and devoured the tacos. Calum’s eyebrows had furrowed when the heard humming sounds come from you and he watched you eat with a look of amusement. You had felt his stare and looked at him with a mouth full of the food. A bit of tortilla sticking out your mouth as you mumbled “What?” towards him. 

“You’re just so cute,” Calum chuckled, beginning to eat his own food. You slowly chewed and broke the gaze he was holding with you. Your arm came up to wipe some water droplets from off your forehead and you looked at Calum once again. He sent you a closed mouth smile and you returned it. It was cozy inside of his car. The heater on and warming both of you. Calum licked at his lips and he let out a shaky breath before speaking up. “Can I tell you something?” he whispered, grabbing his cup to take a sip of the Horchata. You nodded at his question and Calum sat his taco back into his lap before reaching out to grab your hand that wasn’t holding onto the food. “I think I realized for a while now how much I felt about you,” he started to say. You gave him an innocent look and bit down at your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Calum commented, sucking in a deep breath to calm his nerves. It wasn’t until today that he realized something and Calum thought that now was the perfect time for him to say it. “I think I love you,” he admitted, his words coming out in almost a whisper. Calum shook his head and his eyes closed as he thought about it more. “No-I. I know I love you. I love seeing your smile everyday and just being in your presence brightens up my life,” he said in confidence this time. Calum ran a hand through his hair and his eyes flickered towards yours. “This might sound stupid but there was something about today that made me realize I want this-” he gestured between the two of you, “I want to be able to wake up every morning knowing that you’re mine. I want you to know that I want to be yours.” Calum sucked in a deep breath and then nodded. “So there you have it. I love you and there’s nothing in the world that could change that.”

There was a sparkle in your eye at Calum’s words and he felt you squeeze his hand. Your heart swelled with love and you pulled your hand away from his to wipe the corner of your eyes since tears had collected there. “Please say something,” Calum whispered. He felt vulnerable. Laying all his feelings out on the pavement and just showing you his heart in raw form. Your silence was making Calum antsy and he started to wonder if he had said the words too early and had ended up scaring you away. A deep sigh left his lips and Calum shifted in his spot. It was a nervous habit you had noticed Calum had. 

“I love you too,” you said, voice seeming to come out hoarse as if you had been cheering in a crowd. The smile on his face started to grow and Calum’s head turned to look at you once more. 

“You do?” he questioned, earning a vigorous nod from you in return. 

“I do. It wasn’t until you had fallen asleep in my lap that I realized it,” you told him. “You look gorgeous when you’re asleep,” you said. Calum felt his cheeks heat up at your compliment and somehow he had found himself crying too. They were tears of happiness. Calum’s heart pounding hard against his chest in relief. You loved him back. The love circulating around his car was being shared by the both of you. The two of you silently accepting everything the other person had to offer. You were excepting all his flaws, his hardships, and his love. The two of you silently deciding that now was the time where you wanted to go through life together loving one another. Your whole relationship flourishing into something new from here on out. 

“Say it again,” Calum whispered in a plea.

“I love you,” you smiled hearing a moan of comfort leave Calum’s lips. He had never felt happier. Calum leaned over the armrest and pulled you into a passionate kiss. “I love you,” you mumbled against his lips happy to declare it to the world if you needed to.

“I love you,” Calum hummed, resting his forehead against yours and inhaling your scent. After tonight Calum was going to be able to rest easy knowing that you had loved him back. 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've been reading some of the works you all have made and I love them! I was wondering if you could do #4 and #19 with jungkook, please?

Adore You (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “I thought you didn’t want me.” + “Are you jealous?”

Summary: There are so many things you adore about Jungkook. But if there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s how kind he is to everyone else. Can’t you just keep him for yourself?

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by mayfifolle

You glanced at your seatmate from the corner of your eye. Jungkook had been sitting at your two-person desk since the beginning of the semester, and since then, you had begun to develop a crush. A pretty big crush, if you were being honest.

How could you not? Jungkook was kind, hardworking, and also incredibly good looking. You definitely weren’t alone in your infatuation, either. Almost every girl in your class eyed you enviously every day.

You slipped into your seat just as the bell rang. Jungkook was already there, and he glanced up at you as you arrived.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted casually.

“Hey,” you smiled back, trying to stay nonchalant. 

“Did you do the homework last night?” Jungkook asked, flipping through his binder. He was studious–far more than you, anyway.

“Nope,” you replied easily. Chemistry was the least of your priorities. “I had a late shift last night.”

“Oh, you want to copy?” Jungkook offered, pushing his binder towards you. “You’re still working? Aren’t you worried about your grades this year?”

“Thanks,” you said, pulling out your own notebook. “And not really. My grades are good enough for university.”

“Damn,” Jungkook commented with a smile, although you missed it because you were too focused on writing. “Impressive. Also, I didn’t get some of the questions. Sorry about that.”

“Wow, that’s new,” you smirked. “You’re a thousand times better at chem than me, though.”

The teacher arrived, clearing his throat as he set his supplies down at the front of the class. You and Jungkook lapsed into silence as the lesson began. During the course of the period, you nodded off numerous times. Jungkook nudged you awake every time.

“Just let me sleep,” you whined, keeping your volume low so you wouldn’t get in trouble. “This is so boring and I’m exhausted.”

“You should reconsider that job of yours,” Jungkook suggested haughtily, and you just laughed.

The girl sitting in front of you turned around and glared at you. At first, you thought she was angry at you for talking, but when her gaze slipped to Jungkook’s longingly, you realized she was just jealous.

She turned around quickly, and you figured she wouldn’t bother you.

But boy, were you wrong.

The next day in class, you arrived (nearly late, as always) to see someone sitting in your seat beside Jungkook. It was the jealous girl from yesterday. You walked up to your seat, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook noticed, looking up from his binder, which was placed in the middle of the shared desk. “I’m just explaining something to Ara.”

“I can move if you want,” Ara offered sweetly, though her eyes were daring you to suggest otherwise.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, a little amusedly. What else could you say? You slipped into the empty seat in front of your desk and retrieved your supplies from your bag.

Jungkook and Ara talked ceaselessly behind you. You heard her giggle, and it made you want to gag. But Jungkook replied enthusiastically, and you wondered if Jungkook enjoyed your company at all. Pushing your insecurities away, you focused your attention to the front of the room.

Of all days, your teacher was absent. A timid-looking substitute scurried into the classroom, stammering out some instructions. The volume of the class increased, and Jungkook and Ara laughed away.

Annoyed, you turned to your own work. The student sitting beside you was a quiet, nerdy boy. You figured he wouldn’t want to converse with you. Pulling out your phone, you put on earphones and blasted your music, trying to drown out Ara’s voice.

“Uh, excuse me,” the boy beside you said hesitantly. You turned to him, pulling out an earbud. “Your music is really loud. Can you turn it down a little?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance. Like the class wasn’t loud already. “Sure,” you replied through gritted teeth. Opting to turn your music off completely, you resorted to placing your head on the desk.

It was another long shift yesterday, too, so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Still, the background noise of Jungkook and Ara never ceased and haunted you in your slumber.


The next day, Ara was sitting in your seat again. She and Jungkook were looking at something on her phone, laughing, and didn’t notice your arrival. More defeated than anything, you slumped into Ara’s empty seat without comment.

At the sound of your chair scraping against the ground, Jungkook’s head shot up. He opened his mouth, but you weren’t looking his way, so he said nothing. Instead, he continued to entertain Ara, too polite to do anything else.

You wished he would say something like, “This isn’t your seat” or “I want Y/N to sit here,” but you knew he wouldn’t. Maybe he didn’t care if you sat with him, anyway. Jungkook was nice to everyone, and you were probably just projecting your own affections onto him.

The teacher strode into the classroom just as the bell rang.

“I apologize for my absence yesterday,” he began sternly, as always. “We’ll be starting a lab today. You’ll have to work quickly today to make up for lost time. So before I explain this assignment, please get into pairs.”

Inwardly, you cursed Ara for stealing your opportunity to work with Jungkook. Sighing, you turned to the boy beside you to ask if he wanted to be partners. But just as you opened your mouth, a hand shot out and tapped the boy on the back.

“Hey,” Jungkook said once the boy turned in his seat. “Do you mind if we switch spots?”

Your eyes widened to surprise, flicking to Jungkook. He was looking intently at the nerdy boy, who stammered his agreement. Glancing at Ara, you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. On your desk, Ara’s fists were clenched.

Jungkook swiftly switched seats with the boy beside you.

“I was thinking we could be partners,” Jungkook said as he set his books down. “You look a little surprised, so I hope that’s okay with you.”

“No, of course it’s fine,” you hurried to respond. “I just thought you didn’t want me. As your lab partner, I mean.”

“Are you jealous?” Jungkook asked, his eyebrows rising. Your cheeks burned, and you hurried to deny that. “She kinda just sat there. I didn’t want to be mean and tell her to move.”

“How was I supposed to know?” you sulked, burying your nose in your textbook. Still, you were giddy at the fact that Jungkook had went out of his way to be your partner.

“Obviously I’d rather sit with you,” Jungkook replied, a little incredulously. “Don’t be dumb. You wanted to sit with me too, right?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still blushing. Jungkook smiled at you fondly, but like always, you were too busy looking elsewhere to notice.

The teacher’s voice cut through the noise, and he continued with his instructions. You and Jungkook turned your attention to the front of the class, and your embarrassment lessened once Jungkook’s gaze was diverted.

There were many things you adored about Jungkook. But if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was how kind he was to everyone. Still, he made up for it by being nicest to you. 

- Girl in Luv

Ok…these prompts were practically begging for Fuckboy!Jungkook, but I’ve written that so much and HE IS A SOFT BUN I can’t keep doing this! For real though, sometimes I think JK would be a real fuccboi if he grew up in North America. Like u seen the boy?? Still, he’s so cute, and I like writing sweet JK. You guys prefer fuckboy JK or smol bun JK?

Love Bites

Request from @harrypotter11345 : Hey. I saw that your requests are open and thought I might put in a request. Okay, so what if you did an imagine where it’s the aftermath of the reader and draco making out…so they both have hickeys everywhere and they are getting stared at by everyone. Hopefully that makes sense….

Yes!! I love this idea :)

Draco’s gentle lips lightly brushed your neck before sucking sweetly, causing a sigh to erupt from your throat. It was the first time the two of you had done anything like this; you’d only been together three months but it felt like years. You couldn’t tell Harry, Ron or Hermione about the two of you: they’d never forgive you and besides, it was nice having a secret. You looked up into his eyes before chuckling. You sat up, grabbing his shoulders and flipping the two of you over so that you were straddling him. Your turn now to give him hickeys, you leant down and sucked just below his jawline, “Mmm,” Draco commented, letting his hands wonder along your back as you left a sweet trail of love bites down his neck and chest. You ceased, the two sitting up, your legs still wrapped around Draco’s waist. You smile, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Draco asked in a sad tone. You frowned, nodding toward the clock on his bedside table. It read 7:45pm, meaning the whole school will be due back from dinner at any moment. “I hate having to leave you, but we can’t risk anyone seeing us together.” You declare, bending down to pick up your tie and double checking to make sure it was indeed yours and not Draco’s. “Sometimes I think it’d just be better to tell everyone.” He comments, purposely frowning. You’d undone the first four buttons of his school shirt which made your whole body want to stay but you knew you mustn’t. “And have to deal with the fallout of Harry, Ron and Hermione? That’s a death sentence and a half.” You reply with a slight chuckle despite being completely serious. You stop to do up your buttons and do your tie, watching Draco’s frown transform into a smirk. “What?” You question, a small smile appearing on your lips. “The boys have this meeting with Umbridge tomorrow, they’ll be out nearly all night.” You get onto the bed, crawling on all fours over to Draco. “But aren’t you supposed to be going?” You question, leaving mere inches between your lips. “It’s such a shame I’m feeling under the weather, don’t you think?” He asks, smiling. You roll your eyes, Draco closing the gap between the two of you before pressing his lips to yours for a long kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love.” You say as you get up off the bed and stand up. Draco winks as you close the door behind you, sprinting for the Y/H common room before anyone leaves dinner. 


You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock, sighing as you turn it off and sit up, in turn watching as the rest of the Y/H girls slowly come to as well. You groan, rolling out of bed to get ready for the school day ahead of you. Some of the girls raised an eyebrow at you but you didn’t think much of it: you always looked like a pile of shit in the morning. You eventually made it to breakfast; looking around for Draco obscurely, he was nowhere to be seen. You sat down next to Ron, Harry and Hermione and immediately placed two sausages and a slice of toast onto your plate. Considering you missed dinner last night to be with Draco, you found yourself starving. You begin with light conversation, joking around with Fred and George whilst the trio started plotting for the next DA meeting. “Say, what’s that blue mark on your neck, Y/N?” Fred asks, leaning over the table to get a better look. “Think there’s more than one of those on her neck, Freddie.” George comments, smirking. You roll your eyes but you immediately feel your cheeks up: as far as anyone’s concerned, you’re completely single and think Draco Malfoy’s the scum of the Earth. 

“Think Y/N’s got herself a boyfriend, eh? Come on Y/N, who’s the lucky lad?” Fred asks, chuckling along with George. This seemed to interest several of your fellow peers sitting close by as all heads are turned towards you. “What do you mean, Y/N’s not got a boyfriend?” Ron queries, leaning over Hermione to grab your chin to get a better look at the target of the sudden buzz of conversation. “Of course she hasn’t Ronald. You haven’t have you, Y/N?” Hermione questions, scolding Ron before turning to look at you. Lost for words, you take a bite of your toast - you hoped the conversation would die off soon because you didn’t feel you were in the right place to explain who exactly gave you those hickeys; shit - or more importantly why Draco Malfoy has them as well. 

“Look it’s none of your business-” You began, feeling a light tap on your shoulder. You look up, noticing everyone wore dirty looks. You span around, looking up to see Draco stood before you, biting his lip. “Professor Snape asked me to talk to you about the project we’re working on.” He blatantly lied, his voice strong and convincing although you knew what he actually wanted to talk about. You nodded your head, standing up whilst everyone around you whispered things to each other. You stepped away from the table so much so you were out of ear shot if the two of you talked quietly. You glanced at his neck, spotting the dark purple marks that traced their way down the light porcelain skin of his neck and under his shirt collar. “I don’t think we thought this through very well.” He justifies, smiling slightly. You look over to your friends, who all seem to be analysing the two of you - you hoped to Godrick Gryffindor they wouldn’t notice Draco’s hickeys as well. “I don’t either, which means next time we have to be extra careful.” You reply, returning the smile. “I’ll meet you half way through dinner tonight? I’ll stay in my room and then wait outside the hall so that no one gets suspicious; even more suspicious than they already are.” He says, making sure to be extra quiet. You nod, returning back to the table. “So we’ll have to finish the last parchment off in class.” You finish, making sure to say it in a fairly distasteful tone. Draco nods, but before he turns away, someone from where you were sitting chimes in. 

“What’s on your neck, Malfoy?” George asks, this time in less of a jokey manner. You felt like the whole world stopped and turned silent as Draco paused in his tracks and gently swirled around. “It looks like-” Hermione begins and you pray to God they don’t make the connection. “A love bite.” Harry finishes. By this point, the whole of the Gryffindor table had stopped to listen and you even noticed the likes of Snape and Hagrid watching the situation unfold, too. Everyone looks between the two of you before they erupt in a flame of interrogations. “Him?!” “Are you going out with him?” “Do you like HIM?” “What’s going on?!” You try to say something but you can’t manage to utter anything out. All they could see were the large purple marks that you gave each other last night. You look up to Professor Snape for any kind of guidance but he just sat there smirking. Suddenly, you felt your feet running toward the doors of the Great Hall with Draco’s hand linked with yours. When you were finally in the hallway, you turned to him. “I hope you have a bloody good hiding place for the next two years because we’re dead.” You exclaim, slightly out of breath. Draco chuckled, “Til death do us part.” 

magic of the night | myg

summary: there is a witch you go to for spells and potions whenever human nature is not enough for things to go your way, and he loves you more than anyone else ever will.
{witch!au, halloween!au}
pairing: yoongi x female reader
word count: 5k
genre: horror, angst
warnings: ft. obsessive characters and actions
a/n: this is my contribution to the wonderful stories no one dares to tell collab i’m doing with some other very lovely writers!!! i was given yoongi, and witch yoongi is just smth i can’t resist ;-;

People always say never to make deals with the devil, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make deals with witches. Witches who are more than willing to strike up a bargain with you so that the both of you get what you want.

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There's Only You Tonight

This is for @queen-archeron (thank you for the idea!!!) and @the-bookish-soul who wanted to be tagged!!!

Feyre had never known a first date to be like this.

Had never known it could be so… Well, so unlike the other ones she had been on before. But maybe that was due to the fact that Rhys was unlike every other guy she had dated – Or, in her case, guys she had gone on one date with, which had inevitably ended badly, but Feyre had never really cared. Because – if she was being honest – the guys she had gone out with weren’t people hard to get over, at least not for her.

But now… Feyre found herself wishing that this would go well. That maybe – just maybe – this date wouldn’t end with an awkward goodbye or a half-hearted We should do it again sometime! That was so clearly a lie.

Feyre often wondered why she ever thought dating would be a good thing.

But when Rhys had come to her door with flowers, had smiled at her in a way that made her toes’ curl, had been a perfect gentlemen all night… maybe she had been wrong about dating.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 6

I FINALLY FINISHED! I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED, BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE! 

THINGS ARE KICKIN OFF BOYS!!! : ^ )

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 5648

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

Originally posted by jjungkook

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Identity Part Two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Word Count: 1302

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: Okay but real talk this gif is an accurate representation of me after watching homecoming. I have so many new ideas now and I loved Ned so much he was such a great character. If you’ve seen the movie let me know your thoughts because I want to discuss. Personally it has become my new favourite spider-man movie which is a lot for me to say. You can read part one , three four and five here :)

Your fourth period science lesson seemed to drag on longer than usual; the various formulas that scattered the board appeared to be nothing but nonsense to you. Sadly science was never your calling and it was starting to show in your grades. You wouldn’t know what you would do if you didn’t befriend the bubbly goofball that was Ned Leeds, he was the reason you were passing the subject now as he took it upon himself to tutor you. He also became one of your closest friends over the past few years and just so happened to be the best friend of Peter Parker. After everything that went down yesterday you were unsure of a lot of things. Like if Peter was actually Spider-man, if Peter had feelings for your best friend or if you had feelings for the boy yourself. And most importantly what you were going to do about homecoming. 

An idea surfaced your mind at the thought of the upcoming dance as you glanced beside you at your science partner. Nudging his shoulders shyly you became a little embarrassed about the situation but you wouldn’t let yourself back out now. “Hey Ned.” The boy was busy concentrating on his notes when you interrupted his thoughts. He turned to you with a friendly smile on his face as always. "What’s up?“ 

Your nerves were showing as you looked at the table instead of his face; words leaving your mouth in a rush. "I hope this doesn’t freak you out but…do you wanna be my date for homecoming? I know you’d probably rather go with anyone else but Liz bailed on me and I just want to be around a friendly face-" 

Your rambling was cut short when you felt Ned place his hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t over think this Y/N. Of course i’ll go with you, I’d be a shitty friend if I declined.” Looking up you grinned widely at your friend and immediately engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.“Uh you’re honestly the best.” Pulling away from Ned another thought crossed your mind that caused a smirk to appear on your face. “So how’s it going with Betty?" 

At the mention of her name Ned instantly gets red in the cheeks; sighing as he leaned forward on the desk.  "That would mean something would have to actually start.” Those words made you break a little inside. Ned was one of the nicest guys you knew and he’d been hung up on Betty Brant ever since kindergarten yet not once had he made a move. It hurt to see your friend this way, especially since you knew they would be perfect for each other. 

Trying to cheer him up you slung your arm around his shoulder playfully. “Oh come on Ned, she’d be crazy not to like you. I know Betty, she’ll so be into you.” He seemed to perk up a bit at the thought, peeking over his shoulder to talk to you. “You really think so.” A light chuckle left your lips as you ruffled his hair a little knowing that it annoyed him which you were successful in doing as he hastily tried to fix it by running his fingers through it.

 "I know so.“ His mood seemed to brighten after your words of encouragement, a small smile gracing his lips at the thought of Betty Brant liking him. His feelings for the girl never ceased to make you aw as if he were a small puppy dog, he sure had the heart of one. Now visibly happier than before, Ned decided to change the topic back to you. "So how are things going with your hunt for spider-man?" 

You were so caught up in the Betty and Ned drama that you’d almost forgotten about how you’d practically discovered Spider-man’s true identity. And now sitting besides Peter’s best friend you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew about the secret too. Dropping your voice to a low whisper, so that you couldn’t be overheard by nosy teenagers, you leaned in closer to the boy. "Actually you could help me with that…" 

Ned’s body instantly stiffens at your suspicious words, not doing a very god job at hiding his knowledge from you. After a moment he seemed to snap out of his trance as he shrugged his shoulders, pretending that he had no idea what you were talking about. "What do you mean?" 

"Peter Parker. He’s your best friend and i’m almost certain he’s secretly Spider-man in his spare time.” The reaction Ned had to your suspicions only raised them as his eyes widen and he visibly gulps in discomfort. "Y-you’re crazy. As if Peter was-“ 

"You know! Don’t you.” Cutting him off mid sentence you excitedly lean in closer, practically begging for your friend to tell you that you were right about this. However the boy chooses to keep his mouth shut and avoid the situation as he scrambles to grab his belongings off the desk, obviously not wanting to spill his best friends deepest darkest secret to you by accident. “I-I…I gotta go." 

Raising your brow sceptically at him you almost let out a laugh at the scene. "But it’s the middle of class?” Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he rushed out a lame excuse before heading out the door and leaving you to giggle at how terrible a liar Ned Leeds was.


“So found Spider-man yet?” The voice of your best friend broke your thoughts as you walked through the school hallways between fifth and sixth period. At the mention of the Spider-man, Peter Parker, you instantly freeze up a little. “Oh um no, not yet." 

Lie. You just lied straight to Liz’s face and you were unsure as to why. A slight frown appeared on her face at your words, guilt slowly creeping away at your mind at the sight. "Oh bummer, I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday and you’re right. I do really like Spider-man so when you find out who he is can you tell me, please?" Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the situation you replied with a short answer, you hated lying to her but you knew it was for the better. "I-sure Liz.”  

Pulling you into a tight side hug Liz almost squealed into your shoulder. "You’re the best Y/N.“ You couldn’t just go around telling people Peter was Spider-man, even if it was your best friend it wasn’t right. Even so it still didn’t make you feel any better about lying to your friend. But there was something else stopping you from telling her the truth and honestly you were scared to find out what it was. It felt almost selfish to keep this from her, like you was stopping her from meeting possibly the guy of her dreams. You didn’t…you didn’t have feelings for Parker, did you? Oh god no.

Luckily you didn’t have to dwell on the thought for long as the sound of blood curdling screams echo down the school halls. People were running and screaming in fear in the opposite direction immediately causing everyone around you to panic and follow. You didn’t waste a second before sprinting down the halls like everybody else, that was until you lost sight of your best friend who was just beside you only moments ago. Instantly stopping you looked around frantically through the crowds of people trying to locate her. "Liz! Liz!” What if she was in trouble? You couldn’t leave her behind. 

After a minute or so of retracing your steps and looking in classrooms the girl was nowhere to be found.The halls were completely empty now so you figured Liz made it outside already. Just as you’re about to head back the most horrendous sight appears in front of you, a gigantic Lizard. 

happy belated birthday  @magnusragnor  ♥

elle you are an incredible person and an amazing writer, i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you and call you friend. love you!!

i am so sorry it took me so long to post this but i hope you like it

(the biggest thanks to @maghnvsbane who was the most patient beta i could have asked for and went above and beyond when helping me with this)

Sometimes Alec reminds Magnus of a cat.

He can’t remember the first time the idea formed in his mind, but it had probably been before they started dating. Back then, Alec had acted like a stray cat, wanting affection but so afraid to receive it – letting his guard down one moment just to be defensive the next, wary and hissing every time he felt threatened. Magnus had found himself reacting in kind, scared of doing something that would only spook him further, instead extending a cautious hand and holding his breath, hoping it will be perceived like the offering it was but knowing it could be scratched instead.

Now that they are together, the image Alec conjures in Magnus’ mind is that of a content, spoiled cat. Never shy about seeking affection when they’re alone, closing his eyes and melting every time Magnus runs his fingers through his hair, practically purring when touched in the right places – and Magnus delights in discovering and exploring all the right places.

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Black Cat- min yoongi

Summary: Who could have guessed the neighborhood cat was something other?

Group Member: Min Yoongi of Bangtan Sonyeondan

Word Count: 4k

7/31 Days of Halloween // Falaisé

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Forever changed.

Authors Note: Requested, I hope you all enjoy it. Quite enjoyed writing this piece. 

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Post Break-Up Kiss:
The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.



Crying, screaming, and slamming doors— that is how the two of you ended on that winter night four months ago— five years of a relationship ceased in the blink of an eye, the two of you calling it quits while both of you were stained with crystal tears cascading down your cheeks. Neither of you knows the direct course for the breakup that night, but neither of you attempted to repair the broken mayhem you created, you both managed to break each other and maybe that is what the issue was?

You take a deep breath, standing outside the gold trim glass doors of a building getting ready to put yourself in the middle of what feels like a deadly crossfire. His sister’s pre-wedding party, something you were meant to attend with Harry, but today you both, so you assume, fly solo. You take in another deep breath, your head turning to peer over your shoulder, your eyes staring at the cab driver that is checking his phone. You want to step back down the granite steps and sit back in the cab and go home, but you know you can’t. 

You turn back and swallow your pride and apprehensive ways, your hand pressing to the gold handle that sends a shiver down your back from its coldness. You step inside and let out and let out another breath, your heart beating faster as your heels clap against the glossy tiles, your eyes darting around in an attempt to figure out which way you’re meant to go, up the ravishing double staircase? Down the hallway?

You bite your bottom lip watching as people pass you and go in their separate directions, none of them being of anyone you know.

Your eyes flicker towards the stairs and your heart surrenders and sinks in your chest, your body freezes and for a moment, you feel as though time is paralyzed with your body. There he is, walking down the staircase in the exemplary manner he always does. He’s wearing a button up white shirt with the sleeves rolled a quarter of the way up, his tie still sitting ideally around his neck, something you’re surprised to see, he usually despises wearing ties and tugs at them most the night, it is something you grew to find to be a turn on, when his fingers anxiously tug at the ends of his tie. His eyes meet yours and he gives you the same old smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

You give him a small smile back, the thumping in your chest making it known that you’re still breathing and that your heart’s still pounding, barely.

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They were working some random case in Dodge City, Kansas when Jack found them.

It was random and unexpected, but somehow when they walked out of a diner, there he was, looking about as disgruntled as always.

“Jack?” Sam asks, as if he isn’t sure.

Dean shoots Sam a meaningful look before turning his attention back to the kid.  “Two questions: how did you find us? And what made you change your mind?”

Jack squints at him, which Dean hates.  “The answer to both of those questions is the same.”

Dean rolls his eyes.  “Okay, don’t with the cryptic crap. Can you speak plain?”

Jack just turns on his heel and walks away.  Dean throws his hands up in the air in exasperation and follows close behind along with Sam.

When they turn the corner towards the street, though, nothing could have prepared them for what is waiting for them…or, more specifically, who is waiting for them.

Dean’s heart stops in his chest. It’s him.

Leaning against a blue hatchback with his arms crossed is Castiel.

Dean watches in a daze as Sam makes giant strides to stand in front of him. 

“Cas?  Is it…is it really you?”

Cas says nothing and merely offers Sam a small smile that makes Dean’s heart pound, which is a relief because Dean had been afraid for a minute that it had ceased working altogether.  The smile is enough for Sam, and the younger Winchester envelops Cas in his gargantuan arms.

Dean can do nothing but stare.  He sees Jack watching him stare, but he doesn’t even care.  He only has eyes for Cas.

Sam steps away to the side and locks eyes with Dean.  He raises his eyebrows in a not so subtle expression that spurs Dean forward.

Dean takes slow, small steps towards him, taking his time as if he’s afraid that once he gets there he’ll realize that it’s all just an illusion.  When he’s only a foot away, he stops, still not ready to reach out to him.

Cas smiles warmly at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  “Hello, Dean.”

Without another thought, Dean throws himself onto Cas.  He grips him tight around the shoulders and presses his nose into Cas’s trenchcoat.  It takes only a moment for Cas to return the hug, clasping Dean around his middle.

“Hey Jack,” Sam says quietly in the background, “hungry?”

“Starving,” Jack responds.  

Dean hears two sets of feet walk away, but he does not call after them.  He’s not going to stop and analyze why Sam is leaving him and Cas alone together.  He’s got enough to process as is.

After what seems like hours but was probably more like minutes, Dean pulls away to look at Cas once more.  He opens his mouth to say something, but finds that he can’t and shuts it once more.  He swallows hard and can’t bring himself to look away from Cas’s blue eyes. Open. Brilliant. Alive.

Cas’s brow creases ever so slightly, and Dean wants nothing more to smooth it out, but he doesn’t move.  “We should go somewhere,” Cas says. 

Dean nods, still unable to say anything.


Dean finds himself sitting at a bar with Castiel by his side, which is such a surreal moment for him since he never thought he’d see the angel again. He stares at the bar, his mind buzzing with so many thoughts he can’t keep them straight, and only comes back to awareness when a beer bottle is placed in his line of vision.  Dean blinks and looks up to see Cas watching him while gripping his own beer gently around the neck of the bottle.

Dean looks at the beer and back at Cas.  This is just too surreal.

“You…do like this brand, don’t you?” Cas asks, his brow creased once more.  It’s so damn endearing how concerned he is that he might’ve bought the wrong beer.

Dean shakes his head. “No. I mean, yes. The beer is fine, I just…I…” His throat closes up again and he has to look away.

“We…don’t have to talk about it,” Cas tells him.  “We can just-”

“You have no idea how hard it’s been.”

Cas immediately stops talking. Dean wonders if he even stops breathing.  It’s not like he needs to anyway.

“After everything, I’ve just been…drowning.” He stares at the bar countertop again, unable to look Cas in the eye as he says this.  “I’ve been drowning, and drowning, and it seemed like I couldn’t pull myself out of it.  I thought I never would.” He pauses.  “And then I saw you standing there and it’s like I’ve been thrown this lifeline.”  He chances a glance up at Cas, who is watching him with such fondness and concern that it makes his heart ache and he has to turn away again. “You’re back and I’m afraid of what will become of me if I lose you again.”

There’s a long silence between them before Cas gently lays a hand on Dean’s forearm.  Dean stares at those fingers, Cas’s fingers, before looking up into Cas’s eyes.

“I have no immediate plans to leave,” Cas tells him resolutely.

“Well, that’s great to hear, Cas, but I don’t think you had planned on dying either,” Dean says, clenching his jaw and tightening his hand into a fist as he remembers that event.

Cas squeezes Dean’s forearm gently, and Dean relaxes slightly.  “You’re right.  And maybe I don’t know what the future holds.  But I do know one thing.”  Cas pulls his hand away, and Dean immediately misses its warmth.  “I had a choice of if I wanted to come back or…go on, and I chose to be here.”

That gets Dean’s attention.  “You had a choice? And you chose to come back to this craphole? Why?”

Cas smiles.  “To be with you.  To be with my family.”

Dean’s eyes sting.  “Cas…”

“And maybe this won’t be the last time I’m separated from you and Sam.  But I promise you, if I have a choice, if I have a chance to fight for it, I will always find my way back to you.”

Dean rubs at his eyes.  He will not cry in a bar, god damn it.  He won’t.

“Maybe…maybe we need something stronger than beer,” Cas adds as an afterthought.

Dean feels a giggle erupt from his mouth almost against his will and he can hardly believe his ears.  He laughs outright and looks over at Cas with a look of such elation that Cas can’t help but look surprised, which just makes Dean laugh harder.

“Are you wanting to do shots with me, Cas?” Dean asks when he can catch his breath.

Cas nods and signals the bartender.  “Yes, two shots, please.”

Dean laughs again as the bartender throws a towel over her shoulder.  “Yeah? Two shots of what, exactly?”

Cas looks over at Dean for help, and the latter grins at the woman. “Top shelf whiskey. We’re celebratin’.”

The bartender looks charmed.  “Anniversary?”

Dean looks over and beams at Cas.  “Nah. A new hope.”

Cas frowns.  “That’s a Star Wars reference.”

Dean bumps Cas’s shoulder with his own. “Right you are, Cas. Right you are.”

The bartender just shrugs and pours out two shots of some fine whiskey that is better than what Dean usually gets but not so fine that it would max out his credit card.

Dean holds his shot glass up in toast and admires the amber liquid within.  “Here’s to you, Cas.  For rising out of the ashes and coming back to us.” 

Cas holds his glass up and clinks it gently with Dean’s.  “Thank you, Dean.”

“No,” Dean says, “thank you. For coming back. For throwing me that lifeline.” He suddenly feels a lump in his throat again.  “For everything.”

They toss back their shots, and when they leave, maybe Dean acts a little more drunk than he actually is so he can have an excuse to throw an arm around Cas’s shoulders.  Cas doesn’t seem to mind.

Things may still be complicated, and Mom is still gone, but Dean feels lighter than he has in weeks as he leans against his new hope all the way back to the motel.

imagine #8

character - Gally

words - 1642 (way longer than I thought it’d be)

warnings - Slightly sexual content (though not really)

description - You grind against Alby at the bonfire to discourage other boys from flirting, but end up making Gally jealous.

a/n - requested anonymously; hope it’s what you wanted, nonnie!

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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Foldin’ Clothes : Mark Lee

→ mark lee x reader

→ fluffy fluff fluff ; 1.4k words

→ based on “foldin clothes” by j.cole {listen here}, doing laundry at NCT’s dorm so mark doesn’t have to cause youre like, the best girlfriend ever.

→ **AN; i dont usually write scenarios but ive had this idea in my head for the longest time… i did used to enjoy writing a couple years ago tho so maybe i’ll start getting into it again**


It never ceased to amaze you how even with his busy idol life, your boyfriend still made time to show you how much he loves you. Any spare moment he had was filled with an “I love you, you mean the world to me” text, a phone call or a visit to your home to cuddle and watch an episode of your favorite Netflix series before he was whisked away to another schedule. If you admired anyone in this world, it would be Mark Lee. You would never understand how he managed to balance his work, his sleep, his meals and his girlfriend but somehow he did it.

He wasn’t a half-assed boyfriend either. He always found a way to make you feel unconditionally loved and adored, even if it was just for a brief moment. If there was one thing everyone knew about Mark, it was that he was passionate in anything that he did, including his relationships. He’s been there for you since your first year of middle school, through some of the toughest times in your life and still everyday with him is better than the last. It was hard for anyone in a “normal” relationship to believe, but he made your life easier. Yeah you may go a week without seeing each other, but you always had someone to rely on and put your love and trust into. Besides, Mark “didn’t have time to do anything else besides work and love you,” as he would say.

It seemed that Mark was always busy. Even being home at the dorms, he never had down time. He had texted you earlier that day to bring over any clothes he may have left at your house, as he was stuck on laundry duty since he lost to Haechan, the other 127 maknae, in a game of rock, paper, scissors. As you arrived, you knocked on the front door with a special pattern, one you and Mark made up years ago when you went to a summer music camp. There was no answer for a minute, so you tried again. Eventually you heard the click of the lock, and you can’t help but smile knowing your boyfriend was on the other side. You look up to the face of an older boy, one that was definitely not Mark. “Oh, hi, Jaehyun!” You greeted.

“Hey pipsqueak, what’cha doin’?” He asked, a dimpled grin appearing.

“I was just here to drop off some clothes, I heard Mark’s on laundry duty this week,” you offered a smile in return.

Jaehyun laughed, “yeah, poor guy never gets a break, huh? Come on in, munchkin, I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.” He opened the door wide, allowing you to step in after ducking under his arm.

“When are you going to stop calling me names, Jaehyun?” You laughed as you took a look at him over your shoulder.

“When are you going to grow taller, Y/N?” He smirked. Fair enough. “Mark should be in the living room, that’s where he was when I last saw him at least.” You thanked him and watched as he turned a corner, probably going back to his room. You wondered if the other members were here, and how come none of them were near the door to let you in. You wandered into the living room, following the noise of the television.

“Markiepoooooo…” you drawled in a sing-song voice, “I have your clothes!” There was no answer. You made your way to the couch, where you saw your boyfriend sound asleep with a baskets of laundry on the ground next to him. Your little heart bursted at the sight, half because he just looked so cute, you couldn’t even handle it, and half because you felt that maybe it was unfair of his hyungs to make him do laundry, I mean they had a million members, why did Mark have to become the victim of laundry day? You walked to the laundry room and set the pile of dirty clothes on top of the washing machine for now, then opened the dryer to see if there were clothes that needed to be folded. It was empty, so you assumed that maybe Mark had taken all the dry clothes to the living room where he could sit and watch TV as he folded them, but was so exhausted that he just passed out on the couch.  You couldn’t just set the dirty clothes down and leave. One, you wanted to see your boyfriend, and two, you felt as though Mark needed his rest, and the least you could do was help him with his chores. The members shouldn’t mind, it’s not like that one time you and Mark took over the TV and played Mario Kart for 5 hours in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping, the game causing you two to argue at very high volumes, waking up pretty much the entire dorm which ended in you two being sent to your house where you could “make as much noise as you want, but not in the weird way,” Johnny clarified. “What’s the weird way? Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

So that’s how you arrived at your current state, sitting on the ground with your back against the couch with 3 baskets of laundry (another load in the washing machine,) and your sleeping boyfriend behind you. The TV was playing reruns of Friends, a show you and Mark used to binge watch during summers before he started training to become an idol. You dumped out a basket and got started, separating the jeans from the shorts, the t-shirts from the sweatshirts, and decided to throw all the socks and underwear into their own pile, and let the NCT members figure that out for themselves.

Almost an hour and a half later, Mark woke up to the sound of a door slamming, maybe Yuta had just come back from the gym. “Y/N?” Mark’s low, raspy sleepy voice came from behind you.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning sleepyhead! You want some cereal?” You held the bowl up to him, but he shook his head and flattened his hair down, shutting his eyes since he hadn’t gotten adjusted to the lights yet.

“What are you doing here, babe?” he said after a minute.

“Laundry.”

“Why are you doing your laundry at the dorms?” He laughed, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“I’m not doing my laundry, you goose. I’m doing your laundry.” You set the empty bowl of cereal to the side, somewhere where it wouldn’t get knocked over. Mark looked at you, then looked at the piles of folded clothes spread across the living room floor, then back to you.

“You did laundry for me?” He said in a quiet voice, sounding almost astonished.

“Well, yeah. At first I just came over to drop off your clothes from my house, but then I saw you sleeping on the couch with mountains of laundry in front of you and  I just thought of how you’re always constantly busy and if I could do just one little thing to make your life easier I probably should,” you shrugged, turning to face him.

“Y/N…you are such an angel. I don’t deserve you,” he reached to hold your face in his hand, caressing your cheekbone with soft strokes of his thumb.

“Shut up, Mark. If anything I don’t deserve you. You do so much for me without even realizing it, so it’s only fair for me to return the favor every once in awhile. Besides, what kind of monster would I be to show up with even more clothes for you to wash and not even try to help?”

Mark responded with a smile, a kiss, and a soft “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you taunted.

“You guys are disgusting,” Jaehyun laughed from the doorway.

I love you!” Doyoung mocked.

No no, I love you more!!” Jaehyun returned with a girlish tone and some kissing sounds. “Get a room you two little lovebirds.” And with that, they left you alone.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“It’s the least I can do. Now you have some free time right? Let’s play Mario Kart!”

Boy Next Door (Part 3)

A/N: Ah yes! The last part of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy it. And thank you for the support for this fic. Like always, tell me what you think!

Warning: This is probably straight up cheese

First two fics can be seen here:

Part 1

Part 2

The one where Harry is jealous, and Y/N won’t stop blushing.

This had been an incredibly off day for Harry. He’s been trying his hardest to finish the melody of one song that he’s working on, but it’s just not coming along well. Y/N’s been there watching, hearing him groan or mumble commentaries about how terrible everything sounded, or how his voice doesn’t mix well with the melody. She didn’t see anything wrong about it really, or maybe she’s just a bit too biased because she absolutely adored Harry’s voice.

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my heart flutters when i see you; peter parker

request“Can you do one where peter and the reader have been friends for a while but peter starts to like her because she got hot over the summer. And the reader has no idea that peter likes her. Please and thank you. I love your writing.😊😊”

word count: 2,123

warnings: bad writing, bad ending. some swearing. i didnt edit this

a/n: thank you sm for the request!! i’m sorry again for the ending. idk how to write endings still. i listened to this while writing if anyone wanted to know? yeah lmao.

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Peter stood at the main entrance of Midtown, clutching his phone in his sweaty hands. He never really knew why the first day back to school made him so nervous, it always ended up just being like any other school day. Even with this in mind, though, his stomach wouldn’t stop turning and he silently hoped that his new deodorant would be enough to fight of his nervous sweat.

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