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Meta Post: How did Shiro get his scar?

So a few days ago I did a post about Shiro’s prosthetic arm and the response was amazing! Many of you also showed interest in me doing one on Shiro’s scar as well, so here we are. This one took me a lot longer to make because it’s not as cut-and-dry as the arm. There’s a lot of variables and speculation. We can’t really know for sure what DID happen, but we can most likely deduce what DIDN’T happen. (WARNING–I’m going to discuss some graphic stuff, blood/gore/injuries, etc. So be aware.)

In this post we’ll go through the possibilities and see which ones are the most likely to occur. There will be one numbered point per general option, and I will narrow them down to the ones I think could happen. I would love for you to share your thoughts on the matter! At one point most of us, myself included, assumed Shiro got the scar on his face during battle, so this brings us to the first option:

1. The scar is the result of a sword or other blade swipe during battle

Let’s take a look at what would have to happen for this option to be the case. There’s an easy way to visualize this in 10 seconds or less.

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Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks


3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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“It’s February 14th, Neil!”

Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.

Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now. 

“What’s your point, Nicky?” 

The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show. 

Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!” 

Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.

Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance. 

Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”

But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off. 

“Neil….do you really not know what today is?”

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Teen Wolf Preference - Fake Dating

DEREK HALE

Derek couldn’t believe you had convinced him into doing this.

“You want me to what?” he’d asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.  

“I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for this event since… I kinda already told everyone that you’re my boyfriend and you were coming. There’ll be free food and alcohol and you won’t even have to talk to many people!”

This had naturally intrigued Derek but there had been something that he couldn’t help but ask you.

“Really? You picked me for your big fake boyfriend plan? You know I don’t… get along well with people around here. Why not Parrish?”

Derek could see Parrish pulling up now at the event in his police uniform. Parrish wasn’t a bad guy but Derek couldn’t help but clench his fists at the sight of him. He wasn’t one to get jealous easily but this guy just put his teeth on edge.

“Shit! Parrish! Why didn’t I think of that?” you’d said angrily, shaking your head, “well, it’s too late. Will you just please go with me, Derek? It’s just one night. We can fake break up the next day.”

Derek had then thought for a moment, making sure to avoid your eye. You had a particular pleading look that you often gave him that made it hard for him to ever say no to you. But he couldn’t resist and looked at you, and it was then that he decided that he was going to be a part of your fake dating charade and he was going to be the best fake date there ever was.

“You came!”

Derek was pulled out of his trance, turning to see you hurrying towards him with a grin on your face.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

You shook your head, “I just wasn’t sure. Wow, you look really good, you should wear suits more often.”

“I always look good,” he offered his hand, smiling a little as you took it. Your hand was so tiny compared to his. “You don’t look too bad either.”

That was an understatement. Derek always thought you looked gorgeous but right now, he was so blown away by how beautiful you looked that he had to remind himself to breathe.

Gee, thanks. We’re running a bit behind – I’d planned to have at least 2 drinks by now.”

The event was in full swing and Derek felt like he was in high school again. First of all, the event was being held in the school’s hall as the community one was under construction and second of all, he found himself watching protectively over you as he heard several greasy men comment on how good you looked.

“I was wondering when the two of you were going to get together,” Jordan Parrish congratulated the two of you, avoiding Derek’s intimidating stare, “all (Y/N) ever talked about was ‘how hot Derek is’.”

Your eyes widened, taking a rather large sip of your drink as you elbowed Jordan ‘playfully’.

“I did not!”

All throughout the night people had approached you and Derek and gave similar comments (minus the snarky one Jordan gave), saying that they’d seen the two of you out on dates and were wondering when you were going to call it official. In all honesty, neither you or Derek had considered your outings to be dates but now that he was thinking back on it, he wondered if he should start considering them as just that.

Derek proceeded to smile as Jordan winced from the hit you gave him, “well, it was a surprise to me actually. I had always thought the two of you were going to get together.”

“Nah, (Y/N) has only ever had eyes for you!” Jordan glanced at your now nearly empty glass, “want a refill?”

“God, yes please. I’m gonna be needing something heavier at this rate.”

“Completely agree with you.” and with a wink, Jordan disappeared back through the crowd towards the bar and Derek shifted his focus back to you.

“I feel a bit stupid for being jealous of him now,” he admitted, smelling the embarrassment on you which only caused his smile to widen more. Derek honestly couldn’t remember smiling this much since he was a teenager and it turned out a lot of people at the event were being a lot kinder to him because of it.

“Yeah, well, I picked you as my fake boyfriend for a reason. It’s believable and everyone seems to already think it was happening.”

You wished Jordan would hurry up with that drink.

Derek could hear your heart racing and you glanced up at him, something seeming to occur to you as a surprised expression dawned on your face.

“Holy shit – you don’t actually like me, do you?”

He leaned closer to you, his grin seeming rather wolfish now.

“By the sounds of it,” he pointed to your heart, “you feel the same way.”

Derek was now the one taken aback as very quickly, you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.

“Stupid werewolf powers.” Was all you said as a low growl came from the back of Derek’s throat, Jordan now walking up from behind you with drinks in his hand. Derek wanted to desperately kiss you just a little longer but as his eyes met briefly with yours, he knew the whole dating charade was going to become a lot more realistic and there was going to be endless amount of time to kiss you.


ISAAC LAHEY

“Sorry man. You probably won’t have a lot to contribute to the conversation considering you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Stiles teased for what felt like the millionth time as he and Isaac stood by the lockers waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

Stiles had just asked him for advice for an upcoming date but then took it back quickly saying he probably would just ask Scott about it in the car. A low growl escaped Isaac’s lips as he tried to remind himself that Stiles just wasn’t worth it as the idiot seemed to get off on annoying him. And unfortunately, it was working and sometimes Isaac was just a bit impulsive.

“Well, not one that you know of.”

Stiles’s eyebrow quirked up and a Grinch like smile came across his face, wondering if he was hearing this right.

“A girlfriend in fourth grade doesn’t count,” he reminded and Isaac’s hands balled into fists.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it.” Because it isn’t real, Isaac thought.

Stiles nodded, “oh, yeah right, sure, sure.”

The tone in his voice was enough for Isaac to glance around and see you and Lydia walking in the opposite direction of where he was standing. You and Isaac weren’t close but you got along like a house on fire, regularly working together on pack ‘missions’ or sometimes you just studied together in the library. He’d been asked several times if he was interested in you, all those times he just shrugged as an answer but if anyone was to believe he was dating someone, you would be a good candidate.

“(Y/N),” Isaac said, “(Y/N) and I have been dating.”

Stiles looked as if he’d just discovered gold.

“(Y/N)? You want me to believe that? She’s way out of your league!” and then he was shouting, “(Y/N)! Are you and Isaac dating?”

Lydia and you stopped your walking, Lydia raising her eyebrows at you as you turned around slowly. Everyone in the hallway seemed to go quiet, interested in this little bit of gossip and you met with Isaac’s horrified eyes.

“Uh, yes?” was all you said before continuing on your way, Lydia beginning to smack you excitedly at discovering this information as Stiles turning back to Isaac.

“I can’t believe you weren’t just fucking with me. You should invite her to come bowling with all of us tomorrow night – Lydia will be there so she won’t feel so weird. I seriously can’t believe you landed a girlfriend like that, fuck.”

Isaac couldn’t believe that he’d landed a fake girlfriend like that either.

That night, Isaac found himself climbing into your bedroom and nearly scaring you half to death.

“What the shit?” you hissed, pausing the show you were watching, “first you say we’re dating and now you’re climbing through my window? Did I miss something?”

He smiled sheepishly, brushing off a few sticks that got caught in his sweater while trying to climb up through your window.

“Uh, I know normal people just text but I thought I should just ask you in person. I didn’t really think this through –,”

You cut him off, “yeah, I can see that.”

“But, fuck this is stupid. Stiles was being a dick and I kind of just said you were my girlfriend so he’d leave me alone. I didn’t think he’d actually, uh, ask you about it but do… you wanna go bowling with the group of us tomorrow?”

You’d always had a crush on Isaac. He was one of the first guys to ever really notice you and see you for more than just your looks and you wanted to throw one of your pillows at him and demand he take you out on a proper date because you genuinely liked him. But even though he freaked you out a bit by abruptly climbing through your window at that time of night, you couldn’t resist him.

“Fine. But before you leave, I already answered a bunch of our relationship questions to Lydia so you’ll have to learn them. And you’re paying for my shoes and games for bowling. Oh, and when we fake break up, it’ll be a mutual break up and it can’t be weird.”

You weren’t particularly eager to be out bowling with the group. You got along well with everyone and they were being overly nice to you ever since they found out you and Isaac were ‘dating’. A few times Stiles had said to you ‘really, Isaac?’ but other than that, no one really questioned it. The people in the group who were wolves didn’t even suspect that the two of you were faking the whole ordeal because they could hear how fast your heart rates were when you were around one another, which made everything much easier.

“Lydia said she invited you to come earlier in the week but you said no.” Isaac said, his arm wrapped around you rather lazily as you watched Scott get up for his first go. It felt rather natural for the two of you to be like this, having small touches here and there and sneaking each other little glances. It was comfortable and you had to remind yourself that this was all supposed to be a charade.

“Uh, did I forget to mention that I can’t bowl?”

“You know you’re up next, right?”

You nodded, “yeah, that’s why I’m just a bit nervous.”

Scott got a strike, grinning as he turned to the group who were all rolling their eyes at the unfairness of him having werewolf abilities which were a rather big help in the situation. You wished you had the abilities because you had no idea what you were about to do.

“C’mon,” Isaac helped you to your feet, picking up your ball for you and beginning to walk towards your lane.

“Seriously? What are you doing?”

He handed you the ball, smiling a little and back at the seats the two of you were already earning a few ‘awes’.

“I’ll help you, it’s the least I can do,” he handed you the ball and you held it in the hand you were most comfortable with as he began to help line you up correctly, “aren’t we just relationship goals?”

You laughed rather nervously and Isaac stood behind you, his back pressed against yours and you did your best to concentrate on your bowling but it was proving to be difficult.

“Just move sort of like… this,” he murmured into your ear and as he showed you the throwing movement the second time around, you released the ball and it went flying down the middle of the lane, hitting all the pins except one.

“Oh my god,” a grin came across your face as you turned around to Isaac who couldn’t quite believe it either, “oh my god!”

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly and Isaac nearly fell backwards at the sudden action. Eagerly though, he kissed you back, enjoying the feeling and hoping that you’d do this every time you did well in the game.

“How come you don’t do that when I do well?” Scott asked Kira from their seats and she nudged him playfully.

Realising that you had to bowl once more and everyone was watching the two of you with stupid grins on their faces, you shyly pulled away and began to walk back to get another ball. Triumphantly, Isaac walked back to the group who might as well have been clapping for him and Lydia patted his arm.

“It’s about time the two of you got together. (Y/N) always talked about how much she liked you but you just ‘didn’t like her back’. I swear if you break her heart I’ll break you.” She smiled sweetly and Isaac, who had to admit was a little intimidated, smiled back as you successfully knocked down your final pin.

“Not planning on it, Lydia.”


LIAM DUNBAR

“I think I left my lacrosse jersey at your place,” you were startled by your ex-boyfriend who was now standing beside your locker, an annoyed look on his face as if it were you fault that he’d misplaced his belongings.

“You never took any of your lacrosse gear to my house.” You told him coolly, shutting your locker which you weren’t actually done looking in and attempting to walk away from him. To your annoyance, he followed.

“Well, if you see it then tell me,” he said and you rolled your eyes. The two of you had been broken up for 3 months, you were certain you would have come across it by now. “How’re you going anyway? Any new guys in your life?”

The last bit he said with an amused tone, causing you to clutch your bag just a bit tighter. You knew if you said no that he’d proceed to tell you the long list of girls that were in his life now – some of which were in his life while the two of you were dating.

“Yeah, believe it or not I actually have a boyfriend.”

You saw a group of guys up ahead being rather rowdy and spotted Liam Dunbar, the guy you were planning to find just earlier because he’d promised you his research notes from one of your classes.

“Oh, really? Do I know them?”

You knew you should’ve just made up a name of some guy that went to another school but because you just happened to be looking at Liam, you couldn’t help it.

“Liam.”

Your ex looked surprised, “Dunbar? Seriously?”

At that moment, Liam looked up, having been listening in on your conversation and he was just as confused too. You couldn’t believe you picked someone so obvious – and someone that was on the same team as your ex as well. You weren’t going to get away with this.

“Um… yeah?”

Liam sensed your embarrassment and excused himself from the group of friends he was talking to. It was well known that he hated your ex and any opportunity to annoy him was valuable.

“Hey babe!” he said cheerfully as he approached you, trying not to laugh at how red you went as he placed a kiss on your cheek, “everything alright here?”

Your ex, to your relief, stepped away, “everything’s fine, man. (Y/N), if you see the jersey let me know.”

When your ex was safely out of sight, you turned to Liam who had a smug smile on his face.

“How – why?” you stammered, not really sure how you’d just managed that.

“I hate that guy,” he said, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone we’re not really dating. We make a cute couple anyway, even if it’s fake.”

“What? Liam, you don’t have to do this. I was just being stupid.”

He shook his head, “he’s just told about 5 people that we’re dating. It’ll be fun! We can get back at that guy all while doing our assignments. It’s a win-win situation.”

And so the fake relationship began. To your surprise, you greatly benefited from the situation. Creepy guys stopped bothering you, if you ever needed to get warm Liam was perfectly fine with you just walking into his arms while he talked with some friends and you ended up making more friends of your own. Some of the seniors he hung around became protective of you and Lydia Martin, of all people, started casually talking to you and giving you advice whenever you needed it. You often forgot that you weren’t really dating because whenever you were around Liam, your heart raced and you got butterflies as if you were actually hanging out with someone you had feelings for. It wasn’t until you sometimes saw your ex around the school who made snide and rude comments about the two of you that you remembered what was going on.

“You’re all sweaty,” you laughed as you and Mason went onto the field after one of the lacrosse games to congratulate Liam. He had a large grin on his face, pulling off his lacrosse helmet and Mason gave him a high five.

“Usually after sports people get sweaty. Weird, isn’t it?” Mason said as you gave Liam a short congratulatory hug, “poor Devenford Prep though… I should probably go and see if Brett’s alright…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really concerned about his feelings,” Liam said sarcastically as Mason ignored him, walking over to the opposite (and losing) team.

“So, how does it feel to win against your old school?”

“Quite amazing, actually,” he paused, “he’s watching again. Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly who Liam was talking about, “maybe we should give him a show.”

You had been joking – kind of. And Liam knew that but he couldn’t resist. He dropped his helmet, cupping your face and kissing you passionately. You no longer cared about how sweaty he was as you kissed him back, a part of you relieved that you were finally getting to do this.

You pulled away slightly, smiling like an idiot and Liam began to lean in again.

“He’s not even watching anymore,” you told him and he shook his head.

“I just really like kissing you.”

And then you kissed him again.

SCOTT MCCALL

“This is just relationship…ist,” you said angrily as you and Scott sat in the library working on an assignment together. Scott raised an eyebrow, half listening as he was actually working while you were flicking through a free Beacon Hills magazine that you could always find lying around the town in random places.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

You put the magazine down in front of him so he had to actually look away from what he was doing, pointing to the ad on the page.

“Couples get a 50% discount at the Canary. Couples are the ones that can actually afford to be there, single people should be the ones getting the discount.”

Scott pushed the magazine back towards you, amused by your reaction.

“What’s so good about the restaurant, anyway?” he asked and you looked at him in disbelief.

“How – how could you ask that? The food is the best food I’ve ever eaten. It makes you want to cry rainbows it’s so good.”

He snorted, “if you let me do my work I’ll be your fake boyfriend and go with you.”

“You know the way to my heart, McCall.”

You told maybe one person that you and Scott were going for the discounted food and the word got out like Chinese whispers. Soon, everyone ignored the fact you were just going to a restaurant together and were talking about how the two of you were now dating. Both of you, even with Scott’s werewolf senses, were oblivious to the rumours and were sitting at lunch together when Stiles was the first person to sit down with the both of you.

“I can’t believe you two,” he said, you having your mouth full with your lunch but raising an eyebrow at him, “you’re dating and you didn’t even tell me.”

You nearly choked on your food.

“Where’d you hear that?” Scott asked casually, not denying the claim.

“From fucking Lindsay of all people! She wanted to know how long it’d be going on – how come everyone knew before your best friend?!”

You looked at Scott and to your surprise, he shrugged.

“We were going to keep it a secret.”

That was when the rest of the group sat down at the table.

“So it’s true then?” Lydia asked, looking between you and Scott and he took your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Yes, we’re dating,” and then he looked at you, “and we’re going to get a discount at the Canary. I want to cry rainbows.”

You knocked at Scott’s front door on Saturday night, ready for your fake date. The two of you had found the whole fake dating thing to be rather amusing, promising each other to keep it up until after the restaurant date and then saying that you would break up afterwards because you realised you were just ‘better off as friends’.

As Scott didn’t have a car you said you’d drop by his place after he was done practicing lacrosse with Stiles and Liam that day. Usually you didn’t mind just going on the back of his motorbike to places but tonight you actually got dressed up a little bit and you couldn’t risk having helmet hair or your makeup getting smudged.

“(Y/N)!” Melissa grinned as she opened the door, “come on in. Scott got home later than expected and he’s nearly ready. God, I’m so glad he finally got the guts to ask you out. He’s always gushing about his feelings for you and how he just doesn’t know what to do about it. He adores you, really.”

“Really, mum?” Scott said, knowing he was too late in defusing the embarrassing situation as he came walking quickly down the stairs.

“I’m your mother, it’s my job to embarrass you,” Melissa teased, “I guess that’s my cue to leave the two of you alone. Have fun – be safe!”

You only managed to yell a goodbye because Scott was pushing you out of the door, eager to get out of the situation.

“Don’t,” he warned, knowing you were ready to mention what had just happened, “you look amazing, by the way.”

“It’s not often I dress up like this so you better appreciate it. So should the discounted food, which I’m highly looking forward to.”

The Canary was filled with couples of all ages and you and Scott fit right in as plates of food were being placed in front of you.

“Are we going to be able to eat this all?” you asked.

“(Y/N), I’m a guy who also happens to be a werewolf. I could finish all of this on my own.”

He had a fair point.

The two of you were complimented several times by waiters for being such a cute couple, you both accepting these compliments graciously but with bright red faces. Ever since Melissa made the comment earlier about the two of you, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was joking because you’d always thought it was just you that liked him.

“What is it?” Scott asked, noticing your wondering expression. You gave a small shrug, feeling awfully shy which you weren’t usually like around him.

“Do you really gush about having feelings for me?”

This time, he was the shy one. Scott poked at his food, his cheeks reddening which they had been on and off throughout the night.

“I wouldn’t say I gushed about it,” he finally admitted, “but I do talk about liking you a bit.”

STILES STILINSKI

Saturday night had been a blur. The last memory you had was agreeing to do shots with Stiles and the next day you woke up safely tucked in bed (thanks to Scott) just before you launched yourself to the toilet to begin your day of being hungover. You felt like shit. And even on Monday morning as you walked into school you had a faint throbbing in your head and you were drinking more water when Stiles arrived.

“I’m never drinking alcohol again,” was the first thing you said to him, noticing he looked a similar way to you.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, “but we say that all the time.”

You leaned against his side, waiting for the others to arrive when you got your first ‘congratulations’ from someone. Neither of you were sure what the person was congratulating you on but you thanked them anyway. Then it happened again when a girl from your English class walked past, lifting her hand to high five you.

“I heard about Saturday! It’s about time you two got together!” she said excitedly before walking into school.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” you asked, confused as to what you just witnessed as Stiles shook his head.

“I spent yesterday in the toilet. I didn’t even turn my phone on because the brightness made me sick.”

You waited a little longer and then Stiles suddenly perked up.

“Dude, there’s Theo. I saw him at the party on Saturday with that guy – I think he’s trying to get him to join his weird ass pack,” Stiles tried to tell you quietly, hoping that Theo was listening in.

“Or he could be into guys?”

“Well, you two were certainly a sight for sore eyes,” Kira suddenly said, appearing beside the two of you and making you jump. When she noticed the confused, she elaborated. “On Saturday, I mean. I didn’t know that getting the two of you together meant getting you drunk and having you confess your love to one another but man, it worked. That was gross.”

You and Stiles nearly had a heart attack. Quickly, you stepped away from one another, sharing a confused stare just as the bell went. Kira looked between the two of you but didn’t say anything, leaving you two alone as she entered the school on her own. Rather than say anything, you and Stiles went your separate ways.

During second period, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced at the message from Stiles which simply read to meet him at your spot. Your teacher was reluctant to let you leave but when you did, you nearly sprinted to the spot under the third floor corridor staircase where Stiles was waiting clearly agitated. It seems you weren’t the only one having people come up to you and congratulate you on officially dating Stiles and that many people saw your proclamation of love which neither of you can remember.

“Do you remember?” you began but Stiles suddenly pulled you to him, putting a hand over your mouth. You were confused, only to hear Theo’s voice echoing the corridor and you got the idea. You tried to listen in with him but Theo stopped talking and soon you heard footsteps coming towards where the two of you were hiding.

Stiles swiftly kissed you, causing you to freeze up. You weren’t sure whether to pull away or to kiss him back, only to understand what he was doing when Theo finally stopped in front of the two of you.

“Whoa, Theo!” Stiles pulled away, “can’t a couple just have a few moments of peace?”

Theo’s eyebrows furrowed, “so the rumours are true.”

“The rumours? Didn’t you see us at the party?” Stiles wrapped his arm around you and you smiled sheepishly. Your teacher was gonna be pissed at how late you were going to be.

“Must’ve left by then.”

“With your guy friend?” you blurted out and Stiles tried to stifle a laugh. Theo decided it was best to ignore you – which it was – and began to walk back to class that he was obviously avoiding as well.

You looked at Stiles with a questioning expression but he shook his head, “we’ll talk about this later.”

You never talked about it later but you had a silent agreement to continue the fake dating. Both of you watched one too many movies and had the idea that if you did the couple getting caught making out when you were actually searching into something you shouldn’t be then it was a win-win deal. You were just too nosy.

“We’re basically detectives,” Stiles said, the two of you hidden in a corner of a club watching a group of suspected chimeras. The two of you had been awfully touchy the past few days, both of you trying to convince yourselves it was all just a charade but it wasn’t. If you were able to convince your friends that you were dating, the people you were closest to, then it wasn’t really fake.

“Do you wanna go home and watch Star Wars?” you yelled over the music and Stiles leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are perfect for me.” He said, grabbing your and leading you out of the club. Your heart was racing and even when you got to the car, Stiles continued to hold your hand on the drive back to his place.


“For our detective work, right?” you said jokingly to him when he pulled into the driveway, Stiles walking quickly around to your side of the car to open the door for you.

Stiles leaned in and kissed you, “this has never been about the detective work.”

THEO RAEKEN

“Leave me alone,” you said for the third time to a guy that hadn’t stopped trying to chat you up during the last big lacrosse game. You looked around, trying to find someone you knew to go to for help but the crowds of people all looked the same.

“Why? You got a boyfriend?”

“Why should that matter? Leave me alone.”

You tried to remember how to throw a punch – you even considered making a scene by yelling loudly for the creep to get away from you. But your rescuer stepped out of the shadows, wrapping their arm around you and you nearly punched them in the face until you saw who it was.

“This guy bothering you, babe?” Theo Raeken said sternly and the guy put his hands in the air.

“Hey! No problem here, Raeken!”

“Really?” Theo stepped towards him, “because you better not be bothering my girlfriend.”

Despite how scared you were, your heart was filling with butterflies for all the wrong reasons. You had Theo in a few of your classes and god, you found him insanely attractive. He was always sweet towards you and now you were never going to be able to thank him enough.

“I’m not! I was just leaving, I swear!”

You’d never seen someone move so quickly.

When he disappeared into the crowd, Theo turned to you and gave you the most charming smile. You knew about his powers and was fully aware that he could probably smell your lust and nervousness.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked before disappearing as well and you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

The next week you were sitting in the library on your own when Theo sat down beside you again, putting his arm around you. Your heart got caught in your throat as you glanced up at him, Theo seeming very comfortable and casual with the situation.

“Didn’t you hear?” he said with an amused tone, “everyone thinks we’re actually dating. I want to make sure they continue to think that so those guys will leave you alone.”

“What guys?”

“Over there. They’ve been saying some disgusting things about you and either I beat the shit out of them or they just get too freaked out to do anything in the first place,” he paused, “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You ignored him, “so, what? You’re fake dating me now?”

“Do you mind? I think it’d be fun.”

Theo took your answer as a yes when you blushed and look hastily away.

The next few weeks went past in a blur. It all started out as a bit of fun and eventually you were comfortable enough with Theo to get a bit into it as well. He never did anything beyond holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you but soon you were beginning to realise you wanted more – and so did Theo. He tried to convince himself that he was just doing this as a nice gesture because he’d thought you were vulnerable but he came to realise that you were stronger than even he was. You impressed him and Theo found himself lying in bed at night wishing you were there and he got excited whenever he knew you were nearby.

It was another big lacrosse game and Theo was finishing up some personal business when he saw a guy attempting to take the seat that Theo had originally be sitting in and chat you up. He clenched his teeth, storming towards you and his heart jumped when you made eye contact and you smiled at him.

“Hey babe,” Theo said, leaning down to where you were sitting, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard on the lips. You froze up but kissed him back, the guy that had been attempting to hit on you moving far away as possible.

“Get a room!” someone yelled and Theo moved away, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Little Jealous There, Sarge? {Part Two}

{Part One}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink, light bondage, metal arm kink, Winter Soldier kink (mentioned only), forced orgasm, toys

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“You’ve been naughty, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered in your ear as he slid his hands around your waist. “And you’re going to get punished.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You arched your back off the bed to allow Bucky more access to your zipper. “You’re in charge, Sarge.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled in your ear as he stripped you of your dress. “Oh, so beautiful, kitten.” He stood and admired your unique undergarments. 

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Sneak Pt. 2 [M]

Summary: Power and seduction are a lethal mix, especially when you work at one of the world’s most powerful corporations. But be careful, because someone is always watching. 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: ceo!namjoon, dom/sub themes, smut, angst

Word Count: 7,253

A/N: this is unedited. I can’t look at it any longer as this took me 2 weeks to write. If there any mistakes, please let me know haha

Originally posted by jackjacky5

Part 1 Part 2

You run your fingertips along the tender parts of your neck. A knot had formed under your skin weeks ago. You really needed to get that checked out, but you also really needed to meet your deadline. At this point your work was more important than your health. There was a lot riding on this project, a possible entire rebranding of one of the most powerful companies in the world. And you were the one responsible.

There were times when you were in the middle of a long stretch of work when the night on his desk would flash through your mind. You would think about the wood pressed against your back in the middle of analyzing sales figures for the past 10 years. You could feel his breath on your throat in the middle of sending one of board members a strongly worded e-mail.

You hated how every touch was imprinted in the back of your brain. The asshole in Armani was in your head every time you closed your eyes. Your body started to tingle every time you passed by his office, knowing that maple desk was on the other side of it’s walls.

You hated it.

You hadn’t seen him since that night. He was conveniently shipped out overseas to check on some of the international branches of the corporation he inherited. You were glad, for the most part. It gave you time to detach yourself from that night and bury yourself in your work. Hoping that by the time he came back to the office you wouldn’t want to shove him against a wall and repeat the night on the desk.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do the dai companions reactions to finding out the Inquisitor is actually royalty (prince/princess etc) and now their home is reaching out to them to get them back. But the inquisitor never really talked about it? Thank you!

Cassandra: She’s actually not as angry as they thought she would be. She’s miffed, of course, that they didn’t tell her, but she’s a bit more understanding– being noble isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. “Regardless of title, they now have a responsibility to the Inquisition.” she says sternly to whoever tries to bring them home. “They can decide for themselves whether or not they want to come home once our mission is complete.” She relates to them, and they often spend time talking about the follies of aristocracy and the horseshit that comes along with it. If Romanced: Her relatives in Nevarra could not approve more of their relationship, and as long as the Inquisitor himself is not up for an arranged marriage, the other side feels likewise. Both gag and ignore their families– they love each other for each other, not because it’s politically convenient. 

Blackwall: He’s stunned. He stumbles over his words when he speaks to them after finding out, not sure at all how to refer to them. They sigh and tell him to treat them like he always has, and he tries, though finds it a bit difficult to do so sometimes. He tries to ask why they left, but they don’t talk about it for awhile. If Romanced: He is extremely worried about going into romance with her. He doesn’t want the truth to come out– it will scandalize her, and he doesn’t want to do that to her. If she persists, he warns her that nothing good will come of loving him, but she still does. After he’s revealed, she shocks him by still loving him, still wanting to be with him. “Even though your family…” He’s cut off as she kisses him and reassures him that she loves him. He decides he’ll do good by her.

Iron Bull: He had information passed on from the Ben-Hassrath about who they actually were and why they left. He acts normally and doesn’t reveal that he knew until after their identity is revealed. When questioned as to why, he shrugs. “You left for a reason, Boss. If you don’t want that life, I was never going to tell anyone. That’s your right.” He knows they don’t like being treated differently, so he doesn’t. If Romanced: “You sure about this, Kadan?” he asks tentatively as they give him the dragon tooth necklace. “Your family isn’t going to like you fucking and loving a qunari mercenary…” As they consent and confirm with a kiss, he grins and pulls them back into bed. So long as they had each other, the rest of the world could fuck off, titles be damned.

Sera: She approves– not of their title, of course, but of the fact that they left all the royal nonsense behind. “Oh, piss right off!” she yells at whoever was sent to bring them back. “They’re sick of you and your noble shite! They know you’re all arseholes!” She’s not angry they didn’t tell her. “Why would I care?” she huffs. “I’m glad you don’t want the stupid title. You’re one of us lowlies, now, hah! Come on, now, let’s go stuff lizards in their drawers!” If Romanced: The same reaction as before, but she also scandalizes her girlfriend’s entire family by kissing her, repeatedly, or even having sex with her on the roof– with extra sex and kisses if her girlfriend left her home over an arranged marriage. “I love her for her, and she loves me for me– not because of any stupid titles or whatever!” she declares. She thinks it’s a hoot to constantly horrify the royal family. 

Varric: He thinks it’s a beautiful plot twist is what it is. He tries to press for more information as to why they left, several times, with varying levels of success and failure. Still, if they just want a friend who will treat them like a person, he’ll oblige. 

Cole: They feel the same to him as any other person, and he doesn’t really understand why it matters. He just feels their pain and stress like anyone else, so he’ll do his best to help them, as he already has been. “They don’t want to be called Prince(ss) (Inquisitor Name),” he says, “so we shouldn’t.”

Dorian: Oh. Oh, this is beautiful. He relates to them, a lot, and he’s not angry in the slightest they didn’t tell him. “A runaway prince(ss), I see? My, my! How interesting! Join the ‘nobles scandalizing our families’ club.” he teases, but he’s understanding if they vent to him about why they left– he knows how they feel. So they bond ever further, as friends, and he only gently teases them about their title from time-to-time. If Romanced: He’s worried. He tries to laugh it off, of course– “My, my, amatus, falling in love with a mage from Tevinter? Courting controversy and scandal, I see!” His lover persists, and he states that he loves him, titles and origins be damned. Romance takes slightly longer to proceed, because Dorian is a bit nervous about it, but he decides eventually fuck it– if they’re scandalizing their families, they’re scandalizing their families together.

Vivienne: She’s befuddled as to why they hid it at all. It could be a great asset to the Inquisition, and to themselves. “You shouldn’t hide your deserved title, Darling,” she scolds, “not now, and not ever. One day, you could be the Queen/King of your people, and you need to remember that. You are someone to be looked up to, and a leader worthy of respect. Your title only helps to reflect that.” She insists on, from then on, referring to them by their proper title, be it Prince or Princess, much to their chagrin.

Solas: He’s surprised, for once, but he thinks little of current nobility, so he leaves it be. He hopes that perhaps his lessons to them about magic and the Fade will be carried forward to their people, but otherwise respects their wishes to be not be addressed by their title and treated with respect, but none more than any person would deserve. If Romanced (I don’t know where the Elvhen princess came from, use your imagination): He seriously starts considering what will happen if he tells her the truth about who he is. He spends many nights laying awake pondering every possible scenario. Often, she asks what is wrong, to which he only forces a smile. “Nothing, Vhenan. Nothing other than wishing to take in your radiance.”

Cullen: He’s frustrated, not with them, but with the people constantly trying to take them home. “Oh, for Andraste’s sake, I’m well aware they’re royalty! It doesn’t change the fact that they have a responsibility to the Inquisition now. If they want to come home, they’ll decide that on their own terms, once everything is handled.” He has no patience at all for any of this noble horseshit. If Romanced: He gives pause, not fully realizing the fact that he’s dating a princess until after they kiss on the battlements, and it comes up when she teases him and remarks she’s happy that her title didn’t scare him away. He’s nervous, suddenly, because he has no titles outside of the Inquisition– she reassures him that as long as he loves her, that’s all she cares about, and while still nervous, he’s happy with that.

Leliana: She knew. Of course she knew– her agents would sniff out who they really were before their family got to them. She confronts them and asks why they left. They explain themselves and beg her not to tell anyone– so she doesn’t. “Keep in mind, though, that it does not matter if I keep your secret,” she warns, “your family is seeking you out, and they will find you. Everyone will know the truth, regardless of whether or not I tell them.” She still respects their wishes and treats them professionally as their spymaster, not fawning in the least over the fact they’re a prince/ss. 

Josephine: She’s startled and suddenly scrambles to correct all of her letters to reflect the Herald’s actual title. She also pulls them aside and scolds them for not telling her, and like Vivienne, says they should never hide it– it is a boon to themselves and the Inquisition. There’s no telling her otherwise. If Romanced: Her family highly approves of her relationship with the Inquisitor, and again, like Cassandra, if the Herald did not leave over an arranged marriage, their family is alright with it. Josephine falls in love with them like she would in any romance, and is a bit more understanding about why they don’t want to be treated like royalty.

Thinking About You // Park Jimin

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the prompt: hellooo !! can i request a Jimin fluff where like you guys are friends and stuff but he’s like fuckboy!jimin and y'all decide to hang out by the pool and it ends up being rlly fluffy!!!

words: 1448

category: fluff! + drabble?

author note: i tried so hard to write jimin as an fboy but i think i may have failed (idek). he’s just so soft :/hope you like the direction i took it in! (also i kinda made him a swimmer? you said pool and i thought of swimming athlete jimin so…)(also pls enjoy the gif below)

- destinee

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo


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These Feelings || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

word count : 1,237

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : a little smutty towards the end, upset reader.

summary : You and Jughead bonded over the fact you are both really sarcastic to your friends but when Jughead realizes he starting to like you(and having no clue what those feelings are at first) he starts to ignore you. Being really confused, You try and confront the aloof Jughead; only for things to get a bit heated between you two.

a/n : i decided to combine these two since i thought they would compliment each other! c:

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     It had all started in freshmen year; you had sat right next to Jughead Jones. Of course you had known about him, who didn’t know about the infamous loner Jughead Jones the Third. But you never expected to become friends with him. You were the sarcastic duo, the two most people didn’t like only because they never knew if you two were serious or not. You had even surprised the male; considering how you were so nice to your family but to your friends you were an overly sarcastic person. You had only said “they are family; you can’t be mean to family.” and the two of just nodded slowly, smiling lightly at each other before continuing on with your family picnic.

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Pulse Part 3

Part 2

Genre: Fluff, angst
Words: 2,203
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

“-A fiancée?” Natasha interrupted for clarification.

You nodded, taking a rather large sip of the red wine in your hand. “Why does this kind of shit always happen to me? I swear, God is out to get me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Natasha laughed. "You’re his soulmate, you’ll win him over.”

Sighing, you poured more of the alcohol into your glass. “I’m not so sure, Nat. You should have seen her, she looks like the love child of Megan Fox and Anne Hathaway. So not fair.”

“But you have one thing she doesn’t.” She teased.

“What?” You asked bitterly. “A stalker?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of your hearts beating in-sync, but that one is true, too.”

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Favorite Girl || Montgomery de la Cruz oneshot

another anon request, hope you all enjoy


“(Y/N)!” You shut your locker and turn to see Jessica running towards you. “Your boyfriend got in a fight with Alex, come on.”

“We’re just friends,” you mumble, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you hurriedly follow after her.

“Yeah, and I’m not brown,” she laughs, stopping outside the library. “They’re both in here with the honor board. Justin and them are their way here, too.”

“Did you see it? The fight?” You begin to nervously pull at the ends of your hair.

“Just the last minute or so,” Justin, Zach and Jeff are almost to where you two are standing. “It was bad, (Y/N). Monty’s really lucky Mr. Porter didn’t decide to call the police.”

“What was it even about, do you know?” You ask her.

“The fight?” Zach asks before Jessica can respond.

You just nod.

“You should Cruz yourself,” Justin smirks while the rest of the group laughs a little.

“For people who aren’t dating he sure is defensive over you,” Jeff laughs.

“Because we’re friends,” you mumble, looking up at the sound of the library door opening.

Alex Standall walks out first, your hand covering your mouth at the sight of his face. One cheek was swelled to an exhorbitant amount, his mouth was busted to hell and back, one black eye and the bridge of his nose was split open. What was so important that Monty almost literally broke Alex’s face.

Mr. Porter and the honor board follow behind Alex, Montgomery bringing up the rear. The scowl etched into his face immediately vanishes at the sight of you.

“There’s my favorite girl,” he grins at you, moving to pull you into his side.

Your heart ached at his words. Yes, you were his best friend and therefore favorite girl, but you wanted so badly to be more than his best friend. You and Monty have had a very flirty friendship for almost three years now, and while you were both completely smitten with each other, neither one of you could see it. Both too scared to take one step further for fear of ruining what you guys have.

“Stop,” you grab his face with both hands, pulling him down from his towering height. You proceed to check to see if there’s any damage like to Alex’s face, even though you can clearly see there’s not. “Hands.”

“They’re fine, princess,” he rolls his eyes, but holds up his hands in front of you anyways.

“That’s definitely not fine!” You smack his chest, his knuckles ripped and busted and bleeding. “You have a tournament Saturday you idiot! How do you plan on batting with your hands like this?”

“Date already,” Zach say through one of those horrible fake coughs.

“How many times do we have to say we’re just friends, Dempsey?” Monty rolls his eyes, your heart sinking yet again.

“You’d be perfect together,” Jess mumbles before smiling brightly. “Anyway, party at my house tonight. (Y/N), it is a requirement you be there. I will go full Montgomery de la Cruz on you if you’re not there.”

“Okay, okay I’ll be there,” you laugh.

“I’m still taking you home, right?” Monty asks you, slinging his arm across your shoulders.

You ignore everyone else’s pointed looks and smirks, nodding up at him. You both say your goodbyes and start heading outside.

“Monty, what was the fight over?” You wait until your outside to ask.

“It doesn’t matter,” you don’t miss the way his arm tightens around you, bringing you closer. “It’s over now.”

It’s not until you arrive at the Jeep that you start pushing the subject.

“Come on, Mont, just tell me,” his hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles reopening. “You practically bashed his head in, it was obviously important, so you might as well tell me.”

He sits in silence for so long you don’t think he’s going to answer, but he finally does, parked in front of your house.

“He said things about you, (Y/N),” he says quietly, “things that no one has the right to say about you. He doesn’t get to objectify you and have no consequences.”

“You almost broke Alex’s face because he objectified me?” You ask incredulously.

“Sometimes it amazes me that you just don’t see it,” he lets out a short laugh, finally unlocking the doors. “I mean the feelings I have for you….I gotta go princess, I’ll see you at the party tonight.”

You still had more questions, but you also knew that when Monty shut down, he was done. You spent the next couple hours just thinking about what he’d said, what he possibly could’ve meant. Eventually though, you push it out of your mind and get ready for the party.

-•-

“Jess!” You yell over the music, trying to get your friends attention. “Have you seen Monty?”

“He’s on the balcony outside my room,” she hands me a red cup, filled with alcohol no doubt. “You’re gonna need this if you’re planning on talking to him about what I think you are.”

“Thanks,” you nod, also knowing you’d need a little extra courage. You drain the cup on the way up the stairs, quietly walking into Jess’s room. “Mont?” You open the door to the balcony, sitting down next to him.

“I was wondering when you’d get here,” he says quietly, gazing up at the stars. “I guess we have a lot to talk about, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “You go first.”

“Always were a bit of a baby, baby,” he looks over at you, a small smile on his face. “I’m just gonna get straight to the point,” he turns to face you completely, and you sit normal, just looking at him across from you. “I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N), and I have been for awhile. I was just so scared of saying the wrong thing and then suddenly one of the best friendships I’ve ever had is now awkward and different.”

You sit in stunned silence. Even mulling over his words from earlier, you never actually expected this.

He starts to panic because of your silence and starts rambling.

“I obviously misread all our flirting, I guess it was just me. I knew I shouldn’t of said-”

You practically launch yourself at him, crashing your lips to his and cutting him off.

“I think I’m in love with you too,” you say breathlessly, reattaching your lips almost instantly.

It’s hard to kiss when your both smiling however, and end up just resting your forehead against his, waaaay happier than you thought possible.

13 reasons why

A/n I don’t care I have a lot of feelings and I can

Pairing: Clay x reader

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To say Clay was mad was an understatement. I don’t think words can adequately describe how angry he was. This whole thing was terrible and y/n of all people.

He walked the familiar path to her locker; he had walked it so many times.

“Hey Clay,” she casually mumbled while getting books from her locker.

Clay’s expression didn’t ease. “Really y/n? A ‘hey’?”

Y/n gave him a sarcastic look. “Sorry…hello Clay.”

Clay, if anything was more angered by this. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Y/n casually touched his forearm; a small thing that made him soften just a bit. “What’s wrong?”

At this he remembered but his anger didn’t come as harsh. “You’re going out with Justin?”

“Going out is a strong word. He asked me to see a movie with him and I said yes.” she said casually.

Clay stiffened, “him of all people? You remember what he did to Hannah and you claim to care about her. You said you were her friend; that’s a lie…because if you were her friend you wouldn’t!”

Y/n flinched and took a step away; her eyes teared up. “You’re about ten feet over the line.”

Clay realized how badly he screwed up. “Y/n I–”

But it was too late, she walked away.

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Y/n had broken down for awhile, but when she calmed down she ranted. She complained to her friends about his behavior. She then realized she didn’t have to take it; y/n rode her bike to his house and was let in by his mother.

“Y/n I–” she cut him off once again.

“I didn’t deserve that! If I’m dating someone or not you can’t make me feel like she’d hate me!”

She expected him to fight back but he simply frowned. “I know…”

His kicked puppy look made y/n want to quit and hug him. But she held her ground. “And another thing Clay Jensen–” this time y/n was cut off by someone kissing her.

She was taken back in shock but when her senses came to her she kissed him back. Soon she had to pull away to breathe.

“I’m not going to loose you. I’m not going to let you hate me because of an argument over Justin.”

Y/n spoke in a quiet voice. “I could never hate you. I actually like you a lot.”

Clay let out a shaky laugh, “I like you too.”

The one with all the sass

Summary: You want to learn how to drive a manual vehicle, and Bucky offers to teach. Things don’t go smoothly.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1,620

Warnings: Language (reader is a potty-mouth)

A/N:  Much of this is done conversation style, hopefully it’s easy to follow along.

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

Number 3: Learn how to drive a manual vehicle.

It was on your resolutions list, one of those goals that stubbornly remained in the top three, year after year after year. Every January, you dutifully copied it onto the fresh handwritten note you posted on the mirror in your bedroom, underlining it three times because dammit, this was it, this was the year you would finally succeed.

Six years later, you were once again within sight of the year’s end, having made no progress, except for drawing angry little stick-figures on the offending post-it note (you swore it was mocking you). After overhearing you complain about your inability to tackle this particular task, Bucky had surprisingly volunteered to teach you the basics. Admittedly, you questioned whether this was a good idea. The two of you were well known among…well, everyone…for a disturbing lack of patience with each other. However, if he was willing to lend a hand, who were you to say no.

So here you were, on a bright, cold November morning, sitting in a faded blue ‘68 Ford pick-up Bucky had nostalgically purchased from an estate sale. A massive (and blessedly empty) parking lot stretched in front of you, leaving plenty of open room for mistakes.

Bucky had driven you out, and after swapping places, he now he sat in the passenger seat, you in the drivers. Bouncing a little on the dusty cloth seats, the rusted springs squeaking indignantly, you got yourself comfortable and turned expectantly toward him.

“Alright, what do you do first?” he asked, sounding irritatingly similar to the older brother you never actually had, but always felt certain you would throat punch if he existed.

“First, I push in the clutch to start – ” your confident recitation was immediately cut off.

“Wrong. First you put your seatbelt on.” Bucky said flatly, eyebrows raised.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Alright yes, first I put my seat belt on.” You pulled the shoulder belt down, the lap belt across, and snapped both into place with a sharp click. “Okay, now I push in the clutch –“

“Wrong. Next you check all your mirrors.”

You stared at him. Well this was going to be interesting.

“Seriously? Is this how this lesson is going to work?”

“Yes, because the basics are still important. If you don’t follow the rules, you could die.”

“And we don’t think that’s just the teeniest bit dramatic?”

“No. We don’t.”

You sighed. Bucky Barnes was stubborn as hell, so if this was his approach to teaching, clearly it would be simpler to humour him. But really, when did you ever make things simple?

“Alright fine, safety first. I brought my safety glasses along, so hang on and let me grab those, and should I get out my kneepads and helmet too, or…?”

“Your sass is not appreciated. Fix the mirrors.”

With a dramatic flourish, you checked each side mirror four times, and wiggled the rear-view mirror back and forth for a full 30 seconds, until you were happy. Bucky watched patiently from the passenger seat, hands folded in his lap, a smirk twisting his lips.

Finally you were settled. “Okay. My seatbelt is on, and I can see for miles in every direction. No possibility for sneak attacks from a rogue Prius. Now – I push the clutch in all the way, and start the truck.” You turned the key, the truck spluttering to life, as you turned to him with a grin. “By the way, you never told me I’d be learning on a truck born before the invention of electricity.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. “If you’re gonna mock her, we can stop this lesson right now.”

“Kidding, kidding, she’s remarkable. A beauty. A testament to the ingenuity of the historic American manufacturing machine.”

“I’m sorry, remind me what I said about sass?”

“That you love it and I’m adorable? No? Sorry. Anyway, so now I put it into first.” You grasped the stick and maneuverer from neutral into first gear, Bucky visibly flinching at the grinding squeal the gears make as they catch.

“When you’re done stripping the gears, slowly let out the clutch and gently press the gas at the same time.”

Tossing an annoyed glance in his direction, you gripped the wheel tightly and slowly swapped the pressure, left leg to right, lightly toeing the gas pedal. With an almighty lurch, the truck leapt forward and died.

Christ. You could feel your earlier confidence rapidly leaving the building. Bucky just grinned, shaking his head. “It’s okay, common mistake. Try again.”

Dropping back into neutral, it took another three attempts to get the truck into first gear and actually moving forward.

Whooping excitedly, you gave a little wiggle in the seat as you rolled forward, picking up speed. “Fuck yeah, I’ve totally got this.”

“Alright speed racer, simmer down.” Bucky noted dryly. “You’ve gone 15 feet. Give it a little more gas, so you can switch into second.”

The excitement of momentary success briefly overshadowed perspective, and your foot stomped down on the gas pedal, throwing the truck forward and forcing your seatbelt to bite into your shoulder. Mercifully, you managed to keep it from stalling again, but suddenly you’re going faster. Your heart jumped, hammering in your ears and you felt sweat prickle on your forehead.

“Alright, I can smell the clutch burning, stop riding it.”

“You stop riding it!”

“What? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“You don’t make sense!

“What??”

“Shit, I don’t fucking know, I’m panicking! How do I not ride the clutch?” You took your hands off the wheel briefly, putting air-quotes around the phrase “ride the clutch” and Bucky’s voice rose several octaves as he shot a hand out to take the wheel.

“What the hell are you doing, always keep your hands on the wheel! Ten and two at all times!”

Huffing loudly you slapped his hand away and took back control, his panic causing your nerves to snap, and your voice sharpened in response. “Bucky, it’s an empty parking lot, what the hell do you think will happen?”

Bucky looked nervously around – true, it was huge and empty, although there was a row of parking curbs and a couple shopping carts strewn about, all which suddenly became rather ominous targets. “I don’t know, a fiery crash and a slow burning death maybe?”

You roll your eyes, the sarcasm flooding your voice as the conversation between you both escalated. “Oh look, you’re hilarious. Could you maybe try to be a bigger drama queen?”

“I’m not being dramatic, I’m being realistic. Statistically the odds of dying in a car crash are higher – ”

“For fuck’s sake, please stop speaking, unless you can pull – out of your ass please – the statistics for total number of people who died of boredom waiting for the world’s oldest truck to go faster than a speeding snail.”

Neither of you are paying attention to the landscape at this point, although the truck continued to move along at a decent pace, choosing instead to sling colourful insults at each other, growing more and more childish with each turn of phrase. With an exasperated groan (following your standard ‘that’s what she said’ response), Bucky glanced out the window and in the next moment, threw out a metal hand to your left leg, gripping your knee and yanking it toward him, effectively sweeping both feet away from the pedals. The truck jerked to an immediate stop, shuddering before falling silent.

In the silence you freeze, panting slightly, before whipping around angrily. “What the actual fuck Bucky Barnes?! I had it under control, it was a god damn parking curb, what did you think would –” your rant is just starting to build up steam, but doesn’t get any further.

With a thoroughly frustrated growl, Bucky lunged forward, smashing his lips into yours. A smart way to shut you up, you had to admit. Your response was immediate and enthusiastic, heart racing for a new reason entirely, shivering slightly as Bucky’s beard scrapes along your cheek when he turns toward you. With a tangle of hands and tongues, you fought each other for control, before he pulled back to take a breath, resting his forehead against yours, and leaving you both slightly shocked at the turn of events.

“About fucking time,” you whisper. “I swear to god, you’ve been pushing my buttons for far too long without delivering. If I had known I needed to crash your truck to get a response, I would have tried that sooner,” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him a breath away. “Did you see your life flash before your eyes?”

Bucky snorts, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “I swear to god woman, your fucking mouth,” he mutters with a grin, his hand still holding tight to your knee. “I can think of fifty better uses for it, beyond the ridiculous amount of sass and swearing you seem to have on autopilot. Maybe we head back and agree a few alternatives.”

You’re inclined to agree, it seems like the only logical solution considering you nearly died today, but there’s one minor issue. “I still can’t drive a manual. What the hell happens if I go somewhere and this is the only thing available? What am I supposed to do then?”

Bucky reaches to release your seat-belt and wraps an arm around you, easily dragging you across his lap (pausing a moment to give you a suggestive look), before depositing you in the passenger seat and sliding himself behind the wheel. Effortlessly, he starts the truck, flicks the stick into first, and smoothly takes off, before throwing you a cheeky grin. “I’ll teach you how to ride a bicycle.”

You glare at him.

“By the way baby – put your seat-belt on.”

Closer - Jughead x Reader

Anonymous said: 

can you write an imagine where the reader is failing math and jughead wants to get closer to the reader and offers to help even though he’s actually bad at math, so when he tries to help her study, they both get frustrated and they end up kissing/confessing their feelings

Originally posted by venomous-lies

I changed it up slightly but hope you’re okay with it!

Word count: 1,008

warnings: none, just fluff :)

It was coming to the end of last period and your favourite subject of all time - math! You sat at your desk with your face lazily rested in your hand as you glanced up at the clock waiting for this nightmare to end. The whole lesson has been a battle to understand even half of what the teacher was saying and it’s stressing you out. 


“Remember, class, we have a test next lesson so make sure you study for it.” Your head jolted up at the realisation. oh crap. You have to do well on this test. You’re already failing math. The bell rang signalling the end of school so you quickly packed up your belongings and rushed out the door, determined to do nothing but study as soon as you got home.


You didn’t realise how nervous you were until you accidentally crashed into someone and almost fell over.  “Sorry!” you blurted out as the stranger caught you by the shoulders and steadied you. You looked up to find a tall and mysterious figure gazing down at you with a worried expression played across his features - Jughead Jones, your childhood friend and secret crush. 


“(Y/N), whoa, what’s wrong?” He asked, hands still on your shoulders. You blushed slightly at the closeness. “Nothing.. I.. Uh, I’m just stressed about failing this maths test.” You flustered. “Really, you?” He teased “I thought you were the class smart-ass.” He played. “I am, Jones. Just not as smart-assy as you.” You sassed back. He chuckled.


You missed this. For some reason you and Jughead didn’t talk that often anymore, even though you were best friends when you were younger. Jughead missed it too, he’d always liked you - though he’d never told you, maybe that’s why he distanced himself. He could still be caught admiring you from afar though. And any time the two of you were together, he’d cherish. Which is what lead him to a thought..


“I could help you study for the test, if you want?” He asked, hope evident in his tone. You looked up at him in surprise, “You’d do that? Thank you Juggie!” You exclaimed. “Sure” He smiled at you, “I’m free anytime, so let me know whenever you need me.” he said. “We could go over to my place and start now?” You suggested. The corner of his mouth curved up, “Why not?” He replied, so the two of you headed over to your place.


You guys talked a lot along the way, mostly about childhood memories. It felt almost as if nothing had changed and you were still best friends. When you arrived at home your parents greeted you and Jughead and you explained that you were going to your room to study together. Your parents exchanged a look but you grabbed Jughead and jogged upstairs to your bedroom before they could embarrass you. 


You waltzed into your room, Jughead following behind you, and turned to face him. He was standing awkwardly by the door. “Make yourself at home!” you reassured him “You can sit on the bed or wherever.” He loosened up at your words and made his way over to sit beside you on the bed, pulling out the notes and revision sheets from his bag.


“Okay..” You sighed and looked at the first question. “Write 4*10-2 as a decimal.” You looked up at Jughead, a puzzled expression on your face. “I don’t have the slightest clue… Can you explain it?” You asked. “Uhh..” He started, and then begun spurring out different methods to solve the equation - to no avail. He was stuck. Jugheads face slowly turned a shade of light red at the slight embarrassment. 


“I don’t understand it very well either.” He admitted. “Okay, we’ll come back to that one.” You said and pointed to the next question - which looked just as daunting. “What about this one?” You asked, frustrated with yourself for not knowing. “Actually…” Jughead started, looking extremely embarrassed as he considered his next sentence, “I’m not really good at any of this stuff, I kinda suck at math. I just..” He paused and debated with himself for a moment. “I just wanted to get closer to you. I know it’s stupid but I really like you, (Y/N).”


You looked at your friend in shock, trying to think of the words you wanted to say. Jugheads face heated up at the silence, and he quickly spoke up, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I made this awk-” You cut him off, “No no, I really like you too Jug! ever since we were in 6th grade actually. I had no idea you felt that way.”


Jughead just stared at you in surprise as the words sank in. “Really?” was all he managed to say. You chuckled and took his hands in yours, “Yes, really, Jug.” His face lit up with joy and you smiled back up at him. He gazed across your features, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. He slowly leaned closer to your face. You were so close it set off a fire inside you, you could feel your cheeks flushing and your stomach drop. “Is this ok?” He whispered as his lips brushed against yours.


You replied by crashing your lips into his, and he slowly and passionately deepened the kiss, savouring every moment of it. Jughead brought his hands up to cup your face. Your lips synced together perfectly and you got lost in the moment. You both pulled back for air and looked at one another lovingly. Jugheads hand still caressed your cheek as he spoke up, “Well this turned out better than I expected.” You giggled and agreed.


“ughhh” You groaned, “We still have to figure out these!” you motioned over to the revision sheets. Jughead dramatically slammed his back against the mattress as he collapsed onto the bed and you laughed and threw a pillow at him. He snapped his head up at you with a smirk.. “You just started a war.” 

Stay Quiet

“Hey, Dean.” Castiel looked up from his paper and cup of coffee when Dean stumbled into the kitchen, still groggy from another late night working. “Can I get you some breakfast?”

Dean shook his head and went straight to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and doctored it to his liking before taking a seat next to Cas. He held the hot mug tightly in both hands, venturing a small sip before committing to a bigger one.

“You came in late.” Cas said. Dean didn’t acknowledge him at all, and Cas had to suppress a laugh. Fuckin’ ray of sunshine in the morning.

“Did you have a good time with Sam?”

Dean shrugged and drank more coffee.

“I’m going in for a meeting this morning, but I might be home early. Everyone’s coming for movie night tonight.”

That caught a smile at least. Castiel got up and put his dishes in the sink and then grabbed his bag by the door. Dean watched him the whole way and Cas came back to kiss him. “I love you. Text if you need anything?”

Dean nodded and laid his head on the table. Cas rubbed his back and leaned down to kiss him again, just behind the ear. “Maybe a nap?” he whispered and kissed him again before he had to go.

******************

“I don’t know why we even wasted the time on this case.” Castiel complained to Charlie as he tossed folders onto the looming stack on his desk. .

“At least they paid us for it?”

“But they essentially voted to continue alienating their customers. I don’t understand-” Castiel cut himself off and took a deep breath. “I want a better screening process. I don’t like putting my time into people who don’t actually care about their customers.”

“I know. I’ll look at the interview process and see what we can change.” Charlie said. She started out of Castiel’s office, but he spoke just as she started to close the door.

“You’re still coming tonight, right?”

Charlie popped her head back in. “Would I miss a Friday night movie?”

“Good. Dean is always happy to see you.”

Charlie nodded and cleared her throat. “So…. any progress? With Dean?”

Castiel turned his eyes back to his computer screen. This question. It was the one he hated the most and the one most frequently asked by everyone but Sam and Jess.

“He’s doing really well. He’s working with a gallery again, so he’s really happy about that.”

Charlie nodded, but didn’t push further. Cas knew she would evaluate for herself when she saw Dean that evening.

“Okay. He seems like he’s in a good place the last few times I’ve been over.”

Castiel nodded. “He is. You look at the interview stuff and I’ll close out this case, okay?”

“Sure thing.” She said, and closed the door behind her.

If someone had told Cas right after the incident that their lives would change and be better for it, he would have punched them right in the face. No shit, it changed. There was the surgery to remove the ruptured spleen and then another to put his arm back together and then physical therapy that kept him in the hospital for a few weeks. They were managing it all well, but when the doctors concluded that the loss of Dean’s speech was due to the psychological trauma and not physical injury, Cas hadn’t known what to do with that information. He knew vaguely that this had happened to Dean before, but not the details. In the meeting with the doctor and the therapist Sam and Bobby tried to reconstruct what they knew- Dean had gone three months without speaking after witnessing his mother’s death in a house fire, and almost six months after his father died in an accident that almost killed a teenage Dean and Sam as well. A nearly fatal mugging certainly fit the pattern of trauma induced selective mutism that Dean had adopted.

But now, five months in and all of his physical injuries healed, Dean and Cas had adopted a second language that only they spoke. When they were both home it was quiet. Dean no longer filled empty space with conversation, and Cas had never felt the need to in the first place. Instead they sat close and conversed through touch and an elaborate use of eye expressions. Before the incident Sam has called it eye fucking, but now it was conversation.

It was amazing how much they could say to each other now with just a look. Castiel already had three years of practice in reading Dean’s expressions, but now he was an expert. For the first few months he found himself always trying to find any hint of discomfort or stress in Dean’s face, but now he could read most everything if Dean didn’t close himself off during his depressive days.

Castiel opened files and sorted papers, consulting his computer a few times, but ultimately after several minutes had to admit to himself that he was just moving things around without actually accomplishing anything. It was okay to take a break, right? He stood and stretched, and almost on cue his phone buzzed with a text from Dean.

Going out tonight instead of movie

Everyone is already planning to come to our place.

They are coming with us. Dinner

Everyone?

Yes

Do I need to make a reservation?

Sam did

Okay. I will be home soon. Did you catch a nap?

I’m working

Cas sat back down in his chair. He needed to work too, but he just couldn’t think. After looking around at the stacks he’d made earlier, he made a deal with himself to leave as soon as he closed out the case.

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You Owe Me // Archie Andrews

Hi!!! I love your imagines! Can I request an Archie one where he’s trying to get over Mrs. Grundy and he does that by asking the reader to fake date him so that she (Grundy) realizes he’s moved on but then they (reader and Archie) actually fall for each other and Grundy tries to get him back but fails????? Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

Hey guys! I’m getting through these one at a time to the best of my ability so please be patient and if you have been thank you so much! I’m going through a rough patch at the moment so I need all the happiness I can get. If you guys have any ideas please let me know, love you all 💕🌸

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‘Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!’ I perked my head up from my English notes, seeing my auburn haired best friend running down the hallway towards me where I was standing at my locker. I frowned at him, my eyes widened in confusion.

'Archie, stop yelling my name please. You’re drawing attention that is unwanted on my part.’ I whacked him in the chest once he reached me, closing my locker shut.

'I need to ask you a favour, only a small one I promise.’ He pleaded, following me down the hallway whilst I was reading up on Shakespeare’s famous plays.

'What is it?’ I asked absentmindedly, still staring at my notes, trying to understand his made up language.

'Please don’t overreact, but, I need you to be my girlfriend.’

'Say what now?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow, causing him to shush at me, pushing me into a vacant classroom and closing the door behind him. 'You have to be out of your mind.’ I shook my head, closing my book.

'Look - I need to get Ms. Grundy off of my back ever since the whole…’

'Teacher sleeps with student scenario?’ I cut him off, shrugging.

'Do you really have to put it like that?’ He asked.

'Yes, yes I do.’ I nodded, causing Archie to sigh. 'Continue,’ I motioned with my hand, sitting on one of the desks.

'Anyway, I need to get her off of my back and I’ve been trying to get over her. So, I need you, my best friend in the entire world, to fake date me.’ He explained.

'And why would I do that?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

'Because you appreciate me and you owe me for that one time.’ He smiled cheekily as I sighed, playfully frowning at him.

Damn him and black mailing me.

'It was one time and I swore to never touch alcohol again after it. Why do you have to bring it up?’ I groaned, running my hands over my face.

'Because I’m your best friend. Now, please, just this once?’ He pleaded, standing in front of me.

I sighed. 'Alright “boyfriend”, let’s do this.’

*

'You guys are dating?!’ I shushed Veronica, glaring at the raven haired girl for almost announcing it to the whole cafeteria.

'Jesus, Ronnie. Keep your voice down. I’m only doing this for him, it’s not real.’ I sighed, eating at my cupcake.

'It soon will be.’ I frowned at her, confused at where she was going with this conversation. She rolled her eyes before continuing. 'Y/N, people who fake date end up falling for each other in the end…or have you already done that?’

I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. 'Whatever I feel, this is me doing him a favour and only a favour.’ Betty and Ronnie stared at each other, almost with knowing looks that it was obvious that I had feelings for my best friend, I always did. But, I managed to suppress them, until now.

'Hey girlfriend,’ I looked up to see Archie smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head before taking a seat next to me. Jughead gave me a smile and sat next to Betty. 'You told these guys?’

I nodded, 'Well, they would possibly raise questions due to that romantic gesture.’ I chuckled, catching sight of Ms. Grundy walking into the cafeteria.

Archie quickly wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, not really thinking about it. It was almost as though it was out on instinct.

I watched her walk past our table, giving us a glare as she walked past, causing Archie and I to bump fists under the table.

'She looked happy to see us.’ I snorted, trying to keep it together. Archie chuckled too, not removing his arm from me, whilst I never lifted my head from his shoulder.

I could tell you one thing though; I most certainly blushed and I wasn’t mad about it either.

*

'Oh, c'mon! This is just stupid! No way would he have made that jump!’ I exclaimed at Archie’s t.v in his bedroom, the two of us watching some action movie that Archie had picked.

'It’s because it’s Hollywood, Y/N. What do you expect?’ Archie chuckled.

'Some actual quality content.’ I answered, making Archie snort.

I chuckled, continuing to watch the movie. I was laying on Archie’s chest, feeling his gaze on me. We’d been “dating” for over a week now and in all honesty, I didn’t want it to end. I enjoyed spending time with him, doing couple things at school. The only thing we hadn’t done was kiss.

Did I want to? Of course I did. But, I was doing this as a favour, only a favour.

'Y/N?’ Archie perked up. I turned my gaze away from the t.v, seeing him looking down into my own gaze.

'Yeah, Arch?’ I asked, feeling my heart pick up of how close we were.

'You now how I only asked you to do this as you owing me?’ I nodded, letting him continue, 'Well, I’ve been thinking about it…and I-I didn’t realise it until only a few months ago - actually, a few years ago but, I don’t want to fake date, Y/N. I want to date you, for real.’

I gasped quietly, his words taking my breath away and my voice.

'I-I understand if you don’t feel the same-’

'Oh, hush up.’ I cut him off, grabbing his face, kissing him eagerly like I had been wanting to for so long. I rested my hands on his cheeks, pulling away from his lips as I rested my forehead against his.

'So…do we make this a daily thing now, or?’ I joked, causing Archie to laugh and pull me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

I know what cloud 9 feels like now.

*

After Betty, Kevin and Ronnie’s reactions to me actually dating Archie, I needed to walk away and get some air and look for Archie at the same time.

I was genuinely happy for once, Archie causing the grin on my face. I felt complete and important, especially that the boy I’ve liked for so long finally admitted his own feelings. It amazed me that just by the two of us fake dating made us realise our true feelings for each other, ending up together for real.

I was knocked quickly out of my thoughts with shouting coming from a classroom. I frowned, walking over to the music room to see Archie and Ms. Grundy having an argument. I walked over to it, opening the door, causing Archie and Ms. Grundy to turn their heads and look at me.

'Really, Archie? Her? I gave you everything you could’ve wanted!’ She stared at me disgusted, causing anger to bubble up inside me.

'You manipulated me into keeping a secret about Jason Blossom’s murder and used me for your own good. Y/N treats me with the love and respect that I hope I can give her.’ Archie but back, causing my heart strings to tug a little at his words, warming them.

'Think about what you’re doing Archie, I can still give you everything-’

'No,’ Archie shook his head, cutting her off. He turned his back away from her, walking over towards me. 'You can’t. We’re done. I moved on and I’m happy.’

'She’ll hurt you, Archie.’

I scoffed. 'Give it a break, honey. You’re done here.’ I spat, feeling Archie grab my hand, leading me out of the tension build room.

I sighed of relief, the two of us being the only ones in the hallway.

'Well…that was interesting.’ Archie sighed, gripping onto the strap of his backpack.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him whilst I rested my head on his chest. He sighed, hugging me back. I felt his kiss the top of my hair, his hand cupping my face to tilt it up, pecking his lips.

I hummed happily, the two of us pulling away from each other. 'I’ll never get tired of that.’ I mumbled.

'I’m glad.’ He whispered back.

BTS Reaction to Another Member Asking You to be Their GF

Incognito; bts reacts to another member asking you out like to be their gf kind of thing?? Please and thank you!

Note: Thanks for having manners love! I hope it’s to your liking ~ *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ How was he supposed to act like? Hoseok looked so happy when he asked you to be his with his arms wide opened, and when you teared up as the sun literally lit up before you, you ran into his arms as he embraced you into a very loving hug. Seokjin could only look away, trying not to witness your happiness as he was the only one who was slowly drowning deeper and deeper into the sea, not being able to breathe at the thought of seeing the one he loved oh so much belong to someone else. He could only stare at what he wished could be his happily ever after, because it was now something that was beyond his reach.

Originally posted by leojuseyo


Suga ➳ All emotion drained him, watching the way Jungkook held your hand in uttermost affection as he watched the two of you become so smitten of each other. His throat was dry, threatening to throw a sarcastic remark from his lips but he held it in, sealing every feeling he could feel as he tried to desperately push them into the darkest pits of his mind. His eyes wouldn’t leave your build, and once Jungkook had noticed this, he became slightly irritated. “Yes, hyung?” He asked in annoyance, gaining your attention as you glanced to Yoongi in innocence, “do you need anything from my girlfriend?”

The older could only gulp as he blinked, “yes, actually,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes softening as he became quiet. I need her to be mine.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg


J-Hope ➳ He had taken you to the rooftop alone to show you the city lights, and possibly, ask you out on a date. The breeze was pleasant, and once he turned to you to find you looking to him in curiousness, he had opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off. The boys came roaring in squeals as they pushed Namjoon to the rooftop and before you, the leader flushing in embarrassment before he would be asking you to be his girlfriend. Hoseok could only smile in pain to himself the moment you nodded before Namjoon would give you a toothy grin as he intertwined your fingers. The moment the boys cheered and cat called, Hoseok sighed as tears would cloud his vision. It just wasn’t meant to be, he was a second too late.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


RapMonster ➳ “I love you.” Everyone’s heads snapped up to Yoongi who had bluntly told you his feelings while you were speaking to Namjoon, and the silver haired man could only watch you as your cheeks suddenly flushed scarlet while being too speechless to speak. But compared to Namjoon, at least you were only shocked; he felt like his heart could burst at any moment as it was suddenly clogged in his throat. Tears were beginning to brim his eyes the moment you smiled and returned his feelings, and once that gummy smile appeared onto Yoongi’s features, pulling you flush against his chest—Namjoon could only pretend to yawn to wipe the tears away before they could be seen. As others said, he should have confessed before it was too late.

Originally posted by jonghyunslisterine


Jimin ➳ Time stopped once he saw Taehyung asking you to be his. Jimin wished on anything that you would decline, he wanted you to be happy but not with the younger man, he wanted you to be happy with him. But when you accepted and Taehyung’s face lit up the whole room and possibly the universe before pecking you on the lips, Jimin could only become angry as fate had already intertwined your destinies together. No, this couldn’t be happening, Jimin felt like it was all a mistake, and as everyone congratulated you two he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Are you sure Taehyung would make you happy?” The whole room became quiet and Jimin could only chuckle to himself, because he knew for a fact that he would do anything to make you happier.

Originally posted by nnochu


V ➳ Jimin had come to him asking for help, telling the younger that he was going to ask someone to be his but never in his life did Taehyung think it was going to be you. He loves you more than anything, and his eyes were bulging the moment you walked through the main door only to be surprised as Jimin gave you a bouquet of roses. He was annoyed, knowing he shouldn’t be since you technically didn’t belong to him but oh, did he wish you did. He couldn’t stand seeing you two being so lovey-dovey, and he couldn’t stand the way the guys would coo at the new couple. Eventually, Namjoon asked him if he was okay, and Taehyung felt like he was as easy to read as glass while he shook his head no; eventually grabbing his coat and taking an abrupt leave.

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss


Jungkook ➳ It was your birthday and he was beyond ecstatic, planning to do things with you to make thing perfect but when he was waiting for you, only to see you walking to him with Seokjin hand in hand — his world shattered. He didn’t have the heart to cancel the plans, eventually inviting the rest of the boys so he wouldn’t third wheel but he was deeply hurt. He couldn’t stop seeing the way you looked at Seokjin, and he definitely didn’t like how the older looked to you the same way Jungkook himself did when you were alone. He couldn’t stand hearing everyone talking about your relationship with the older, asking many questions on how it happened and why; he eventually put his earphones in to mute out everything around him, only wishing to escape reality.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


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Club Brawls // KJ Apa

Can you do a KJ imagine where you go to a bar, and then he goes to the toilet and some guy keeps making really inappropriate comments and tries to take the reader outside to his car but then KJ comes back a gets into a fight and then the reader cleans him up afterwards, love the writing! X

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Fighting.                        

Word Count: 1,001w.

Characters: KJ Apa, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Lili Reinhart, Cole Sprouse,

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The music made your heart thump and the adrenaline rush through your system. Your boyfriend, KJ, had been invited to the opening of a new nightclub in New Zealand. “I’m going to show you how my family parties.” He had told you while you were driving to the club, his hand on your knee.

Now his arm was around your waist and he made sure he had a grip on his lover. He had made it very clear that you were not to make out with anyone but him. (He had only said that because he had caught you making out with Camila, Madelaine and Lili a few times while you were drunk with them). But now, it was just you two in the crowd of the New Zealander nightlife. He pulled you through the crowd, heading right towards the bar and ordering you both a Jack and Coke. Since this was a grand opening, and KJ was invited, he had free drinks (thanks to the owner) throughout the night, so you both were quite glad, because it’s not a thing you’d like to waste your money on.

Three drinks later, you were sitting on the bar stool and KJ had his hands on your thighs, gripping them as he leant in to kiss you. “How are you liking tonight, Bub?” KJ asked, letting go of your thighs so he could grab his drink and take a sip before sliding it closer to you and smiling at you. “I’ll be back, just need to hit the loo.” He kissed your cheek, turning around and disappearing into the crowd. You pulled your phone out of your clutch, unlocking it and scrolling through Instagram, keeping an eye on the drinks by your side every now and then, also.

“Well, you’re a very pretty lady, aren’t you?” You heard a deep American voice, making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked up, seeing a tanned, black haired male with an eyebrow piercing and a few tattoos littering his neck and arms. You smiled, just to be polite and sat up a bit straighter, taking a deep breath. “You here alone?” He asked, making you shake your head in response.

“I’m here with-“ You got cut off by the male, making you frown.

I’m here with my boyfriend. My friends are just in the bathroom and I’m watching their drinks. Darling, I know the excuses and I know that you’re definitely not taken. So, why don’t you come with me outside, to my car and we can go from there.” He had grabbed your arm, a tight grip that was surely to leave a red mark. You swallowed the lump in your throat, hopping down from the stool.

“Okay, what the actual fuck!” You heard KJ’s voice, his hand landing on the male’s shoulder, bringing him around and facing him. Your arm was dropped and your heart started beating faster. KJ was much smaller than the male that was about to drag you outside, and that made you worry. “You do not, and never will touch my girlfriend ever again! Got it!?” KJ’s voice had become a bit deeper, (something that happened when he was mad), and his hands were balling into fists at his side.

“Oh, come on buddy, you scared that she was actually about to ditch you for me?” He laughed, making KJ’s breathing become quicker, and the vein in his neck was starting to appear.

“Mate, you might want to fuck off.” KJ was pushed at the shoulders after he said his sentence, causing the fake redhead to retaliate, pushing back, resulting in the two males throwing fists and yelling profanities. By now, the whole club was trying to break the two males apart, the owner had rushed out of his position behind the bar.

KJ had just received a blow to his face, causing his lip to split and start bleeding. The owner had pulled KJ away from the burlier male, both of their faces red and their knuckles covered in each other’s and their own blood. Grabbing your clutch, your hand landed on KJ’s shoulder, apologising to the owner of the bar and telling him you’d be in touch about the whole incident. “Come on, you. I’m taking you back to the apartment…” You said, leading him towards the car and making him get in the passenger seat. You took the keys from him, getting into the driver’s seat and putting the address into the GPS.

“I’m not going to lecture you about this whole situation, because I am most definitely not your mother. I’m definitely not disappointed in you because you were just protecting me from a situation I couldn’t get out of and I’m grateful for that.” You turned the corner and then looked at KJ, who was staring out of the window, his breathing starting to even out.

“I love you.” KJ looked at you, smiling softly.

“I love you too.” You replied, looking back at the road.

“Sit still!” You exclaimed, trying to hold the saline covered tissue to his split lip, but you were just met with sounds of discomfort and tears in his eyes. “Please, KJ.”

He took a deep breath, grabbing your free hand and squeezing it. “I’m sorry…” He looked into your eyes, making you shake your head and smile. “You’re okay, my darling.” You responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek and continue blotting at the areas on his skin he had wounded.

“Now please, don’t get into any more fights, please. I’m not really up to seeing you coming home one night and like, collapsing at my feet. You know?” You sighed, brushing his hair from his face and smiling softly.

“I’ll try, baby. It’s a little hard when all I want to do is protect you. Oh, and Cole. Gotta protect Cole.” He grinned, but winced right after since he forgot about his lip.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “And this is why I love you.”