I used to roll my eyes when people did the first one

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for writing enemies to lovers?

Hi, love!  Thanks for your question and your patience <3  I’m currently writing something similar to this, so I hope my experience can help you here!

Enemies-to-lovers is a popular trope, but it’s often treated carelessly by writers – especially TV/movie writers who rush through the transition to fit a single movie or episode arc.  There’s nothing worse you can do in this situation than to rush your arc.  Falling in love is already a time-consuming plotline – but transitioning from enemies, who are already shutting each other out, to lovers?  The quicker it happens, the less believable it becomes.

I have a lot of notes on how to write enemies to lovers, so bear with me as I list them out.


Writing Enemies to Lovers: The Basic Ingredients

1. Give them some similar traits.

No matter what, two people can’t fall in love if they don’t relate on some level.  The first step to creating possible love interests is to find where they’ll connect.  Are they a hero and a villain?  Evil and good?  Night and day?  I bet they both love animals.  Maybe they’re both way into politics.  Maybe they share a common enemy.  Maybe they’re both neat freaks or a bit sassy or super gay or love the same music.  It can be a few important things or a bunch of superficial things – just make sure they have something that can tie them together.

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2. Put them on the same side of something.

When two people are mortal foes, it can be hard for them to see each other in any other light.  Bringing in a common enemy (an anti-hero, a natural disaster, a person in power), or a common interest (a mutual friend, a school play, a moral cause), can land foes on a team together.  This forces them to become aware of each other’s strengths, and to consider (and worry about) each other’s weaknesses.  This is perfect fodder for an eyebrows-raised, “Hey, they don’t suck at this particular thing,” moment.

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3. Get them alone.

With other people watching (especially friends/coworkers/allies), little groundwork can be made for your two hate-lovers.  If you get your characters alone together, you’re given a bounty of opportunities to bond them, including but not limited to: actual conversations, accidental (or faux-accidental) physical contact, the sneaky moment of checking each other out, etc. etc. etc.  People are different when you get them away from their friends – less extreme, less rowdy, less unreachable.  If you have to trap your characters in an elevator the old-fashioned way, damn it, you’re the only one who can do it.

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4. Let them fight their feelings.

If these two are truly enemies, there isn’t going to be a moment of, “Oh, I like them.  Huh.  Neato.”  Oh, no.  There will be internal backlash – they will beat their emotions back with a broom, and deny them to anyone who asks.  There will be extra hateful glares, more middle fingers, and basically anything they can do to remind themselves that they don’t like this person.  If you show this internal conflict, it both (a) makes the feelings seem real, organic, and (b) creates a more realistic transition from hate to love.

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5. Love can sound like hate.

There’s a reason people say indifference is the true opposite of love.  When your two enemies start to feel things for each other, this will probably spark a lot of ranting, arguing, and door-slamming.  It creates a fixation – you sit there and you stew and you tell your friends, “Remember when they did that stupid thing?  Yeah.  Screw them.”  Your friends roll their eyes.  When will you stop talking about this person?  Just kiss them already.

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6. Sexual tension is a powerful tool.

If your characters experience sexual attraction, this is a great way to accelerate their relationship against their will.  It’s the age-old, “My mind says no but my body says yes,” dilemma.  Your characters can’t stand each other, or the image they have of each other, but they’re attracted like magnets and can’t shake it.  This can make for some pretty hot – or pretty hilarious – scenes.

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7. Give them a moment of horrified realization.

Eventually, the feelings will grow strong enough that one or both of them will have to sit there, probably on the bathroom floor a little bit drunk with one sock on, and realize: “I love that f*cker.”  It’ll be a scary moment for them.  It’s not that they haven’t known it – they just have yet to accept that it’s something to deal with, until now.  This can be prompted by a dangerous situation, a shared activity, or a failed attempt at another romance – so when they really sit and think about it, they know.  Then it becomes a question of either “how do I get rid of this?” or “how do I pursue this?”.

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8. Try their hand at flirting.

Whether one or both characters have come to accept their feelings, someone’s gotta start flirting.  A glancing touch across the arm; a small comment that could kind of be construed as amicable; a lingering glance; that first peek at their enemy’s smile.  Something cute and quick and immediately followed by an existential crisis will do in a pinch.  Without this water-testing, readers won’t have any image of what this relationship will look like – and if it can succeed.

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9. Craft the perfect kiss/hug/confession.

When the time is right, create an undeniable display of attraction to transition into a new phase of their relationship: the “welp-we-both-like-each-other” phase, which comes right before the “we-decided-to-(stay-platonic/start-romancin’)” phase.  The Big Kiss/Confession is the most iconic climactic love scene, in which the two characters take a chance and become vulnerable with each other – and kiss, or say, “I love you,” or do anything that can’t be construed in any other way.  Want to extend the drama?  Interrupt them, or have it be one-sided, or let it turn into a fight until they decide, “Forget it, this was stupid.”  Readers will swoon.

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10. Finish up with an awkward adjustment period.

If and when your characters do enter a relationship, make sure it’s a little tentative at the beginning, to keep it realistic.  Your characters have made a huge shift in their dynamic – there will be some lingering arguments and love-hate, and maybe a bit of discomfort going public with their romance.  Then come the usual growing pains of a new relationship getting serious – figuring out how to navigate each other’s flaws, learning to be open with their feelings, dealing with unresolved fights from before their relationship.  It won’t be perfect right away.  That’s the beauty of it.

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I hope this helps you, love!  I adore love-hate relationships, and I hope you enjoy crafting your own enemies-to-lovers as much as we’ll all love reading them :)  Good luck!

– Mod Joanna ♥️


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The Proposal | Part One

Summary: In which a fake proposal leads to the admission of real feelings.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

A/N: This is gonna be a two-parter.

Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

“We need a distraction.”

“You said that already,” Sam retorts, not bothering to look up from the napkin he’s doodling on.

Steve sighs, lowering his head and drumming his fingers against the wooden table. “Well I keep saying it because I’m waiting for someone to give me an idea.” Natasha clears her throat and raises her hand, a movement Steve catches out of the corner of his eye. “And no, Natasha. Knocking everyone out with sleeping gas so we can get what we need is not a good idea.”

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BTS / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Heyyy,,,so I just finished reading your exo’s arranged marriage and how yn starts to slowly have feelings for them and I was wondering if u could do one for bts too….I mean if you’re fine with it tho!! But if u do, thank you in advanced💖

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! ❤️

i’m also completely drained of ideas for this specific au thank god it’s the third of the three groups i write about shskdfj

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7


Jin

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

Despite being a notorious member of the Mafia, your husband was always fair when it came to his favorite past-time activity – playing poker.

Ever since you were given away to him, you hated poker. Not necessarily because he played it, but because it brought all kinds of people to your house. It was already hard to get used to being a part of a Mafia family, and now you had to meet all of these other dangerous looking men and women.

You had admitted to Jin that you hated poker one time, and expected him to kick you out of the house immediately, but instead of that, he just watched you for a moment.

“Come watch me play,” he told you then. “I’m sure you’ll be impressed.”

“It’s not even about the game,” you said. “It’s just that there’s constantly some people hanging out here.”

“And you want to be alone with me, right?”

Blushing furiously, you turned away from him. “That’s not what I meant.”

Jin laughed at your reaction, but then he placed a hand on your shoulder to get you to turn back around. You did.

“Look, just come,” he said once your eyes met. “I’ll introduce you to everyone and if you still hate them, I’ll tell them to leave right away.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, tell them that this random girl doesn’t like them. That’ll get them to leave.”

“You’re not a random girl,” Jin said matter-of-factly. “You’re my wife.”

You wanted to tell him that it didn’t feel like it but chose to only have one argument at a time. Sighing, you nodded and the next time Jin’s poker buddies came (so, thirty minutes after you had this conversation with him), he took you with him to the basement, where they always played.

Surprisingly, as Jin walked around the table introducing you to everyone, you realized that these people only seemed rude and dangerous. Now they actually looked warm and friendly, as all of them smiled and waved at you.

“It’s sad to make you lose while your young wife’s watching,” a man, sitting adjacent to Jin, said.

“Oh, we’ll see who loses,” Jin replied with a small smirk.

You sat by his side the entire game. Sadly, you didn’t know much about poker and you were starting to get really bored but then Jin placed his hand on your knee, making you jump up slightly.

He leaned in to you to whisper something in your ear. “We’re winning.”

You gave him an excited smile and he went back to the game, retrieving his hand from your leg, forcing you to suddenly feel colder due to the lack of his warmth.

The game ended less than twenty minutes later. The man who had previously warned Jin about losing was the first one to stand up from the poker table.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I know you’re good, Jin, I do. But you were incredible tonight. It almost feels like you’re cheating.”

Jin smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist before replying. “She’s my lucky charm.”

He has never been this affectionate before. Or maybe you just haven’t hung out with him enough for his affectionate side to come out. You definitely regretted that it took you this long to get here, sitting by the poker table, with proud smiles on your faces, while Jin’s poker friends slowly got up from the table to leave, muttering about how they would never play with him again.

You were bored the entire game, but you were certain you’d endure it again and again if you got him look at you with that look in his eyes.


Suga

Originally posted by yngissi

You and Yoongi had an understanding. He knew that you didn’t want to get married to him and he accepted that. Why wouldn’t he? You were basically forced to marry him and leave your family behind.

However, he wanted to help you get used to this new life because frankly, there was no way out now that you were his actual wife. Those were the rules, at least in his family’s household: you either stayed married or you died.

You didn’t want to die and Yoongi didn’t want you to die, either. He may have seemed like a ruthless gangster to others, but when he came home, he tried to do everything he could to make this life easier for you.

One morning, you woke up to find a small velvet box on your bedside table. Confused, you reached a hand to open it and nearly dropped it in shock once you saw what was inside.

A huge diamond ring, reflecting the dim lighting of your bedroom, was placed in the box. A small note was attached to it, and carefully, worried that you’ll break the ring if you touched it, you picked the note up.

           “We never actually got to get engaged. So, I’m proposing to you even though we’re already married. Will you marry me? :) x, Yoongi.”

You knew Yoongi well enough to know that he didn’t joke like that. He actually wanted you to have this ring. And there was no way you could have accepted it. It looked like it cost almost as much as this house.

So, you got out of bed, grabbed your robe and the ring, and headed to the shooting range where Yoongi usually was in the mornings.

“What is this?” you called out over the sound of shotguns, once you saw your husband.

He placed the safety lock on his gun before turning around to look at your expectant face.

“It’s a ring,” he said matter-of-factly and then quickly got concerned. “You don’t like it?”

“What? No, I love it,” you said. “But that’s not the point. I can’t accept this.”

“Of course, you can,” Yoongi placed the gun down and walked towards you. “I got it for you because I wanted you to know that you’re wanted. You’re not just an item that your parents gave away. You’re a human being. And you’re my wife.”

You had opened your mouth to argue further but his last sentence stole every possible argument from you. What could you have replied to that?

Your answer to his statement was in the form of an unexpected hug that almost knocked Yoongi down on the floor.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you felt him hug you back. “Thank you for making it feel like home in the furthest place from home I can imagine.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by aesthetic-kpop-memes

Hoseok didn’t know you were in this restaurant. No one did, because you stopped by the door as soon as you entered since you saw your husband, albeit not a truly real one, sitting at a table with a girl you’ve never seen before.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Hoseok say to the girl. “But I’m married.”

That’s right, you thought, already feeling irrationally jealous, although you and him barely interacted when both of you were home.

“Yeah, I know,” the girl said, giggling. “My parents are arranging a marriage for me, too. But how real is an arranged marriage anyway? Who’s to say it’s not just a pretext to gain more power?”

You saw the girl extend her hand over the table and place it over Hoseok’s. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t gasp and attract everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok repeated  and pulled his hand from under the girl’s. “But it’s very real.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” the girl leaned back in her chair and although you couldn’t see her face, you just knew she rolled her eyes. “No one ever stays faithful in an arranged marriage. There’s no point!”

“There is a point for me,” Hoseok said, standing up from his seat. “I’m planning to stay faithful to my wife because that is the whole point of a marriage. And it doesn’t matter that this marriage was not by choice. I truly wish you well, and hopefully, you change your attitude about this.”

He was about to walk away, but the girl grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Hoseok, wait—”

“Please let go of me,” he said. “Before my wife kills you.”

Cold ran through your body.

The girl let Hoseok go. “She’s here?”

Suddenly, you felt Hoseok’s gaze drift to you. How could he know that you’re here?!

“She’s always with me,” he told the girl, walking away from her and towards you.

You froze in the same spot as you watched him approach you, dreading the scolding you were about to receive. But Hoseok just stopped in front of you, extending his hand for you to take.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

Somehow managing to break through the fear, you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the restaurant. Right before you left, you turned around to look at the girl who was talking to Hoseok before. She was watching the two of you leave with wide eyes and jealousy so prominent that it was probably visible from Mars.

And although many times before you thought that being married to Hoseok was one of the worst things that could have happened to you, today you were proven otherwise.

You didn’t even know where this jealousy came from but you knew it was going to stay, although Hoseok just proved to you that you had nothing to be jealous of. He wasn’t even considering being unfaithful to you.


RM

Originally posted by hoe4bts

Ever since the wedding day, you’ve been very awkward around Namjoon. You did want to get to know him – he was your husband, after all – but he always looked really annoyed and frustrated with you, so you didn’t dare to strike up a conversation with him.

However, soon you got tired of answering your friends questions about your marriage by saying, “I don’t actually know what kind of person my husband is.” And that is why, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you dared to enter his bedroom.

“Namjoon?” you said as a way to announce yourself. “Can we talk?”

Namjoon looked away from his laptop to look at you. “About what?”

“I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you,” you said and then took a deep breath. “Do you want a divorce?”

Namjoon blinked his eyes, looking at you as if you’ve just spoken a foreign language.

“No..? Should I..?” he said, feeling too awkward and confused to form proper sentences.

“I don’t know. I just mean, like, we don’t even know each other,” you continued. “And I’m getting this vibe from you that you don’t particularly like me very much. Maybe even hate me.”

Hate you?” Namjoon stood  up from his chair. “Why do you think I hate you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with an awkward laugh. “You look at me like I’m the enemy of the nation, or something.”

Namjoon was going to reply something but then he changed his mind and looked down, thinking about something.

“I didn’t realize that,” he finally said. “It’s probably because I’m just a little uncomfortable. Obviously, I want to get to know you – very much, in fact. But I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I was lame by getting all excited about the prospect of actually… knowing my wife.”

You smiled at this. “You have every right to get excited about that.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling back. “I’m sorry I made it seem like I want to divorce you. Honestly, that’s the last thing I want.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” you said, exhaling in relief and making him laugh.

“Do you want to hang out tonight?” Namjoon asked then. “I don’t have to do any work, so I’m all free to finally get to know the person I’m spending the rest of my life with.”

For some reason, the term “for the rest of my life” made your heart beat faster.

You nodded, with a wide smile. “I’d love to do that.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Being the wife of the heir of a Mafia family meant you had a lot of things normal people couldn’t even dream of. Normal marriage was not among these things, since you only saw your husband during mandatory family meetings or sometimes when you passed him in the hallway.

Another thing that wasn’t included in this job description was the guarantee that you’d get to do everything you wanted to do.

You couldn’t go out as much as you wanted to, and even the places that you could go to were limited. Which is why when you found out that your favorite band was coming to your city, you wanted to rip your hair out because you couldn’t go. Concerts were in a list of forbidden activities.

But you just couldn’t understand what the problem was. You knew a way to sneak your gun into the venue and you could have defended yourself if you had to. Hell, you could have defended at least five more people.

Your husband Jimin knew you were upset about that, how could he not? You complained about this for at least a million times. And Jimin felt guilty. He knew that the reason why you couldn’t go to this concert was because of his family. Your family had no such rules and if you hadn’t married Jimin, you wouldn’t have missed the event of a lifetime.

On the night of the concert, you had locked yourself inside of your room, refusing to open the door to anyone. You had warned them that you’d be mourning so they should have known that you weren’t going to open the door to anyone. And yet, someone kept knocking on your door. But since you ignored them, they seemed to go away.

And then, in the midst of suffocating silence that you spent regretting your existence, you heard your window start to open. Your second-floor window.

Jumping from your bed, you watched in horror as a blond head slowly appeared inside of your room.

“Jimin?!” you gasped at the sight of your husband. “What the hell are you doing outside of my window?”

“Well, you wouldn’t open your door,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if this was the most usual thing he’s ever done.

“Yes, and for a reason!” you said. “Well, come inside before you fall off the—”

“No, come here,” he shook his head and sat down on your windowsill. “I’m sneaking you out.”

“What?” you asked, still more confused than ever. “Where?”

“To the concert,” Jimin said, groaning. “Come on. Your windowsill is hurting me. Let’s go.”

“We can’t, Jimin, your family—”

“That’s why we’re sneaking out,” he said, extending his hand. “I know you want to see this band perform live and I’m your husband. I want to make all of your wishes come true. So, come, we’re going to be late.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you climb out the window and down the ledge until you reached the floor safely and without being caught.

And you didn’t know if this was the adrenaline or the excitement of finally getting to see your favorite band, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you were sure no one has ever done so much for you before, and you couldn’t help but feel so much affection for this blond boy, making your dream come true, despite knowing very well that this will get him in a lot of trouble.


V

Originally posted by kimdaily

The last thing your mother said before she gave you away to Taehyung was to give him his freedom.

“It’s the most important thing in an arranged marriage,” she told you. “Let him date other women. Let him do what he wants to do. At the end of the day, he’s still your husband. This is the key to having a successful marriage.”

“But what about love?” you had asked her.

She laughed at your naïve voice. “Love isn’t real, sweetheart.”

Somehow, you thought her advice was probably the most insane thing you’ve ever heard but could you argue with her? She has seen more arranged marriages in her life than you have. Actually, she was in one with your father. She had to know better, right?

And Taehyung didn’t particularly mind it. He loved socializing and meeting new people. He wasn’t as good on the field with a gun, but he was fantastic at making new connections, and he was always organizing meetings with potential clients. You thought some of these “clients” had to be girls that he was seeing in secret. You told him you didn’t care if he went on dates with other girls, and Taehyung was a little surprised at first.

He thought he’d test the waters, and set out for a date a few nights after you gave him the green light to date whoever he wanted to date.

You felt a lot of different emotions after he left. The most prominent of which was the sad realization that you didn’t like the fact that he was on a date with a different woman. Sure, you didn’t choose to get married, but it still didn’t feel right.

About twenty minutes after Taehyung left, you heard the door of your house open. Confused, you left your bedroom and walked right into Taehyung in the hallway.

“What are you—”

Before you could even express your confusion, he wrapped his arms around you, knocking all breath out of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Once he relieved his grip on you, you managed to finally find your voice. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like this,” he said, pulling away from you, to look you in the eyes. “I don’t like that we’re not exclusive. We’re married, for the love of God! I couldn’t even enter the restaurant. I don’t know what I expected. I can’t date other women. I’m married!”

“Taehyung, I told you it was okay—”

“It is not okay,” he shook his head, not even letting you finish. “It is the furthest thing from okay and I don’t care what you say. I’m never dating anyone else. Why would I? I have you. You’re my wife.”

“But—”

“Please don’t say anything else,” Taehyung said. “I think I need to take a shower to wash this guilt off. God, I can’t believe I even considered to go on a date with someone else. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.”

You watched him walk away from you to enter the closest bathroom, while you tried to recover from this shock. Taehyung refused to even consider going on a date with anyone else because of you. Because you were his wife.

Your mother was wrong, after all. Love was real. And it was right around the corner.


Jungkook

Originally posted by nochuie

You hated the idea of getting married because your parents told you to. You knew your sister was in an arranged marriage but you were still naively hoping you wouldn’t have to suffer the same destiny. You even had a boyfriend that your parents were slowly warming up to, so you had hoped he’d be the one for you.

Until one day your parents brought Jungkook to your house to introduce him to you.

“This is the man you’ll marry, Y/n,” your father said, shattering your entire world into pieces.

You were forced to break up with your boyfriend to marry this complete stranger. To say you hated him was an understatement.

Jungkook knew this. You told him this right after your wedding, and even though you knew it wasn’t his fault you two had to get married, you still hated him nevertheless.

One night, about a month after the wedding, you were sulking in your bed – as you did every night – looking at old pictures of you and your now ex-boyfriend. Just as you entered his Facebook page, however, you froze.

His profile picture was of him kissing another girl.

You thought you were seeing things as you looked at the picture. Then, you checked who the girl was and found out from her Facebook that she started dating him a few weeks after you got married to Jungkook.

You couldn’t believe this as you angrily slammed your laptop shut and tried to distract yourself by thinking about something else to keep the tears from coming.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the door of your bedroom open.

“Y/n?” Jungkook’s careful voice sounded. “Is everything okay?”

You covered your face with your hands, not replying to his question and hoping he would just go away and leave you alone.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, staying in the room. Not only that, but he also sat down on your bed next to you.

Taking a deep breath, you chose to give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your lowest.

“My ex-boyfriend is in a new relationship,” you told him. “He seemed to move on in just two weeks while I spent all of this time missing him.”

Jungkook was not satisfied. In fact, his face twisted in anger.

“What a piece of shit,” he said. “Do you want me to kill him?”

You almost laughed. “Yeah, like you could do that.”

“Of course I could,” Jungkook said in a serious tone. “You’re my wife. I could do anything for you. Besides, I am in the Mafia and he’s just a low-life.”

You looked at Jungkook again. His eyes looked genuine and you were surprised to feel somehow drawn in to him.

“I just don’t understand it,” you said, sighing. “He told me he loved me. Hell, he proved that many times. Or so I thought…”

“Please don’t start doubting your relationship now,” Jungkook told you. “He could have really loved you. Maybe he still does.”

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be kissing some other girl if he still had feelings for me.”

“People choose interesting ways to move on,” he said. “And he seems like the type of guy to find a rebound girl to get over his ex. He’s the perfect definition of an asshole. I think you really dodged a bullet by marrying me instead.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this.

When you turned your head, you saw a smile on Jungkook’s face, too. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug or comfort you in a more intimate way than just with his words, but he didn’t dare. Looking down, you leaned into him and placed your head on his shoulder, showing him that it was okay to touch you. After you heard him breathe in sharply, he placed a hand on your waist, finally finding the courage to pull you closer to him.

You stayed like that for so long that you lost track of time and your neck hurt from holding it on his shoulder for so long. But it felt too good to move. It felt right. It felt like this was where you were supposed to be.

The Princess & The Snake || S.P.

PART ONE

a/n: This was not requested, but I have been thinking a lot about Sweet Pea and how he needs a LOT more recognition. So, I wrote this. I absolutely adore him and I really hope you guys like this possible fic!?!?! I am really excited about this so, here is “The Princess & The Snake.”

P.O.V: first person

summary: Y/N grew up alongside Archie, Jughead, Betty, Cheryl, and Josie. Her mother was a hotshot realtor on the Northside of Riverdale and she was one of the girls lucky enough to call themselves a River Vixen. When a bunch of Serpents show up across the street to start trouble with Archie, she meets the one person who could flip her whole world upside down.

warnings: Cussing, violence

word count: 2,497 :)

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KEY: Y/M/N= your middle name; y/h/c= your hair color; Y/L/N= your last name.

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❝A bad boy can be very good for a girl❞  

- Melissa de la Cruz

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Not Northside Material - Part 2

Originally posted by always-klaus-forever-kol

A/N: Y’all are amazing and the support for the first part of this was awesome and I love you all so here is part 2! I hope ya still like it, the other parts are already coming together and I tells ya it gets good (I think). 

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Summary: Sweet Pea introduces himself and his friends to the new girl and it puts Jughead on edge… almost as if that was his intention.

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: Still just Swears and Serpents

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Breaking Things


Summary: Billy finds companionship in his next-door neighbor after she witnesses him being punched by his father.

Author’s Note: The things being broken are hearts. Just so you know. Just short of 4k words

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Originally posted by kiwimidnight

A new family had moved in next door nearly a year earlier. The Hargroves. I suspected they were a blended family, judging by how the siblings got along. Max, a girl, couldn’t be older than 14. She rode her skateboard around the block all the time. She came off as polite, but spunky. Her mother was also very proper, quiet and reserved.

Billy was the oldest sibling, my age. He had a hot rod car and a bad attitude. Although, he played it up more than he cared to admit. When the family came over to introduce themselves, he offered me a modest smirk, shaking my hand.

Come to learn that this was how Billy treated everybody. When he was in front of his parents, anyway. Without the oversight of his father, he was a crude, callous boy. Despite his prickly personality, he managed to win over the hearts of every girl in the school. Turns out teenagers really value the important life skill of being able to do the longest keg stand in Hawkins history.

With the Hargrove’s arrival came a few new echoes in the neighborhood. A skateboard on the asphalt, the rumble of a car engine… and screaming.

Every day, at eight o’clock in the evening on the dot, the screaming started. Short, sporadic bursts of hollering came throughout the day and continued into the night. But eight o’clock was invariably the loudest. A male voice, occasionally two, could be heard rattling the walls of the Hargrove’s house. But the second voice always quieted, frequently punctuated with a bang. Occasionally accompanied by Billy staggering out to his car and speeding off down the road.

Tonight, at eight o’clock, the screaming started again. It could be heard from my kitchen window. I could see into the Hargrove’s kitchen from there. Nothing much exciting ever went on, other than the occasional appearance of Mrs. Hargrove doing the dishes.

But this time, I noticed Billy. Neil had him pinned up against the fridge, some of the magnets had bounced to the floor. His father stuck an accusing finger in his face, ultimately forcing his closed fist across Billy’s cheek.

Billy instinctively reached up, cupping his face where he had been struck. This was followed by a terse conversation, leading to Billy picking the magnets up off the floor before heading to the front door.

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Wanted (1)

Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: She just wants to be wanted. More specifically, she wants to be wanted by Steve… Until Billy Hargrove weasels his way into her heart.  

Warnings: language, angst, billy’s an ass

Word Count: 1.3k+

PART 2

Originally posted by joekeerys

She resents Nancy.

She resents her because she can break Steve’s heart without so much of a tear. She resents her because she had another awaiting customer in her line, Jonathan Byers, while her own was covered in cobwebs and dust bunnies.

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Title: video message incoming

Summary: The League are just wrapping up their meeting when a call comes through the Watchtower servers.

It’s for Batman.

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The Justice League meeting was just about coming to a close. They had discussed everything that was actually important and were now getting to the more insignificant domestic disputes – such as who it was who ate the leftovers Barry had been keeping in the fridge.

“I know it was you!” he yelled across the table at Green Arrow.

“For the last time, it wasn’t me!” Oliver yelled back.

Everyone else sitting at the table looked like they would rather be anywhere but there. Clark’s hands were inching towards his phone, Diana was carving something into the table with a knife, Batman was just about ready to take off his cowl just so that he could put his head in his hands, so on.

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~College!au Pen Pal Jimin~PART FOURTEEN: END

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Jimin’s heart was racing as he jogged to the campus’ cafe. Sure, you were blunt and usually said what was on your mind, you managed to beat around the bush with the question he asked. 

Instead of giving Jimin an answer, you decided to ask to meet up to ‘settle’ this, whatever this was, in person.

Jimin, although nervous, was excited to see you again. He never made the final move to get your number at the party and he definitely wasn’t going to let you slip out of his fingers again. 

Approaching the cafe, Jimin let out a shaky sigh. It was the intervention he wasn’t even expecting. When he thought about meeting his pen pal weeks ago, he never felt nervous although he had caught quite the liking to you. But now finding out you were THE girl who made him open up his heart by being so accepting of the real him? 

Real him, he thought to himself with a scoff. Would you even believe the guy you talked to at the party was the real him? Or did you think that he was just trying to appeal to you in hoped of sleeping with you later?

He didn’t have time to answer his nerve-wracking questions because he caught sight of you–of course he remembered what you looked like; your image was glued to his mind–wearing sweats and most likely a sweatshirt way too large for you. 

Smiling softly at your being, he approached while watching you bounce your knee up and down and stare at the tea before you intently.


Your thoughts were a jumbled mess. Your stomach was doing flip flops and you heart was beating a miles a minute. Why did you agree to this?

After Jimin sent you the inevitable ‘do you like me too?’ text, you couldn’t even answer that to yourself. Instead of replying you agreed on meeting him at your campus’ cafe. 

What was he going to act like? 

Better yet, what did you want him to act like?

You just wanted him to be honest. Honest with you, but most importantly honest with himself.

“Y/N?”

You snapped your head up at the voice and gave a wary smile.

“Park Jimin,” You greeted, gesturing to the seat across from you for him.

“Jimin is just fine, you know?” Jimin smiled and took a seat.

“Sorry,” You apologized before moving you tea closer to you to take a sip. “So, my pen pal is the famous Jimin that I’ve heard so much about. How many girls want to be in my shoes?” You asked before taking a long sip.

Jimin chuckled and shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe me,” He sighed before taking a long look at you, “But I’m glad it’s you.”

“Oh really?” You wiggled your eyebrows, “You mean you loved flirting with me only to be constantly rejected?” 

Looking away for a split second, he rolled his eyes with a grin, “No–o. We had nice conversations that I’ve never had with another girl before. Y/N, I don’t think you understand how much you’ve grown on me.”

“I tend to be a blessing to people’s lives,” you flipped your hair behind your shoulder. Jimin laughed, causing his eyes to crinkle into a shape resembling crescent moons.

“I agree. Plus, I think you rejecting me really gave me a reality check. If I could be so easily rejected because you didn’t know who I was, that tells a lot about my reputation. I’m so used to people just begging for my attention but with you, I felt like I was begging for yours,” He finished his statement quietly. 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You always discarded Jimin’s flirting with a roll of your eyes over text but now knowing who he really was made your original thoughts about him change. He never gave up on you. Well, until you made your deal but still, he managed to squeeze in a few texts of endearment. 

“And then our talk at the party? Man, that really opened my eyes. It was the first conversation with a girl that didn’t have to do with flirting. You had no idea who I was and I was able to express my true thoughts and feelings.”

“You talked about yourself, too. I could tell you had a connection to ‘Jimin,’ but I didn’t even think that you were him. I noticed you were often, how do I say, at war with yourself, and very careful with what you said at first,” You said softly.

“Yeah,” He agreed with a long sigh, “I knew if I said the wrong thing to expose myself, you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“How do you know that? Since when we first spoke, you were nothing but honest with me. Well, besides your identity. Even if I found out who you were at the end of the night, I would’ve been the only girl who new the real Park Jimin.”

“I didn’t know. People are so judgmental nowadays. A few weeks ago I found out my friend Jungkook’s pen pal didn’t tell him who she really was because the first time they met he looked so disappointed. By a single look, her self esteem was crushed and she decided not to tell him.”

“What happened to them?”

“They became best friends! Meanwhile Jungkook was falling for her and his pen pal unknown to him that they were the same person. Heh, I guess I could relate to that. After a bunch of drama with her fake friend, Jungkook found out and he felt terrible.”

“And?” You were on the edge of your seat. Was his friend forgiven? Were they still friends?

“Oh. They’re dating now,” He finished off.

“They are?”

“Yeah, she loved him. And he realized he loved her after she was out of his life for a while. It’s a really long story, believe me.”

“Well at least by the end, neither of them were judgmental. Jungkook obviously learned from his mistake and his pen pal didn’t judge him after all the drama and instead forgave him,” You pointed out.

“It took an entire intervention! It took me and Taehyung for them to finally settle the truth.”

“I can assure you, I’m not like that.”

“I didn’t know that then. Besides, what if you did know things about me and you were just like the other girls? For once I wanted to be a nobody.”

“You know,” You began, a smile stretching on your face. “I like this Jimin. If you don’t like the reputation you have, why don’t you just change, though?”

“It’s hard to. It’s hard to be something society expects you not to be.”

“Screw society. Be whoever the hell you want to be. If I was who everybody thought I’d be, I’d be nose in books and not caring toward anyone else on the planet.”

Jimin stared at you in admiration. How were you so accepting?

“Listen, I know we met up so I can answer your question but can I ask you this really vital question first?”

Jimin widened his eyes and nodded. “Of course.”

“Am I really the girl who changed the dear fuckboy?” You teased with a smile.

Sighing at the lack of seriousness in your question, he rolled his eyes. “I think so, my love.”

“Okay no really. One question: If I was another girl, would you still have the same feelings for me?”

He thought about the question for a moment. “I’m always going to like the girl at the party. If the girl I was texting wasn’t you, she wouldn’t have had the same effect on me. You were you and nobody would’ve replaced how I felt about you the first time we met.”

“So you don’t think it’s pure coincidence me and the girl at the party are the same person.”

“My love, nothing is an accident.”

“Then yes, Park Jimin. My dear fuckboy, I’ve had feelings for you since the  ‘have you ever fallen in love?’ conversation we had. It was our first real conversation and it really won me over.”

“You mean, you’ve liked me for a while now? And you made no move?”

“And give you the satisfaction and inflate your ego? No thanks,” You laughed.

“You know, I think even if we didn’t have the conversation about how I found out you were my pen pal, I still would’ve figured it out.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Giving him a skeptical look, you asked, “How?”

“There was one thing–one statement–you two said that I didn’t remember until now.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?” 

He leaned in close enough to be only a few centimeters away from your and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“’In your dreams boi.’“ 

Before you could scoff at your repetitive phrase, he placed his lips on yours and this time you thought, Hm maybe he was right all those months ago when we first spoke. You don’t want this to be a dream.


L:ASDLASDKL ITS OVER AND IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT AHHHHH!! HOW WAS IT FAM? DID YOU LIKE IT??? PLS LET ME KNOW HERE!!

Hehehe even tho during the piece of their convo at the party didn’t include the iconic, in your dreams boi, SOMEWHERE IN THAT CONVO THROUGH THE NIGHT IT WAS THERE HAHA

WHo’s ready for Jin’s pen pal bc his is next!!! (im sensing lots of fluff)

Love y’all!!!<333

— TIMELESS

PAIRING: park jimin x reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers au, seven minutes in heaven au, university au, one shot

WARNINGS: language

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: two people suggested similar ideas and idk if it’s the same person bc they’re on anon, but idc i love this so much~~ happy new year i hope you have fun and do everything you want to do!

SUMMARY: You did not have an explanation for why you hated Park Jimin, you just did.

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anon said: Could you do a 7 minute in heaven for jiminie?? Sort of like an enemies to lovers au..~

anon said: An enemies to lovers au for jiminie.. Please I love your writing♡

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You first encountered Park Jimin when you were around the age of fifteen in your dance academy. Jimin was one of the older boys in another group, but he stayed back to help your instructor teach you and the girls in your class. Your teacher had often compared you to Jimin, which resulted in your expectations of the boy to be set fairly high; after all, he had gotten into every competition you had, he was the most talented in his group, and he just so happened to be your school’s heartthrob. Everything was perfect about the boy a year and a half older than you, yet you could not adore him similar to the other girls. They swooned under his presence and made mistakes purposefully to have him assist them, while you performed the choreography with no issues or critiquing words from your instructor. You did not care for the boy everyone else admired.

Whenever you were placed in one of the higher classes full of students all older than you, Jimin was the one boy who caused you problems. Every opportunity he was given, Jimin would point out what he believed was not up to par. You were both set at the same skill level, yet he felt the audacity to critique you whenever he was not worthy of it. The class full of your seniors was difficult to keep up with along with your studies, but somehow you managed to rank the most intelligent student among your peers, skipping a grade up to Jimin’s. Jimin then decided that since he thought knew you that he would invite you to his friend group; there you met his six guy friends who all possessed bold personalities, and the girls who you soon called your closest friends.

Everything was perfect for a while, Jimin stayed away from you for the vast majority of the time and you tolerated one another for a bit. He did not make any comments whenever you performed in front of the class, and you didn’t trip him on the way out of the studio. Trouble only began brewing when your instructor noticed the tension between you two when a solo was announced. None of the other dancers attempted to win your teacher’s heart, but you and Jimin once again returned to your old ways. Fights occurred often, and you slapped him more times than you can count, which resulted in your instructor to notice and come up with a solution. A duet contest would be taking place a few weeks before the concert, and you and Jimin would perform alongside one another. She should have known the problems that would occur because of her suggestion.

Your duet received a perfect score, and Jimin got the solo.

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“How can two lovable people despise each other so much?” Sana laughed joyfully as you walked alongside her to the frat house the boys all lived in together. You rolled your eyes, deciding not to tell the story of your hatred in regards to Jimin, understanding Sana knew it well. She smiled while walking beside you, noticing the frown you carried thanks to Jimin who had continued to cause more problems. Even now with university, you and Jimin continue to be strict rivals constantly battling for the top spot, which he had just won today. When everyone began applying for colleges, you and Jimin just so happened to share the same dream of attending one of the most popular art and science universities while majoring in dance. You both got accepted into the college with a full ride of scholarships.

Approaching the front door of the frat house, Hoseok opened the door with a warm smile. Hoseok was another dancer, but he had attended another institution for dance than you and Jimin. He was just as talented, but specializing in a different genre. Hoseok found Sana during one of the first days when you introduced them to one another; being that Sana is your roommate in the dorms, they were constantly surrounded by one another and eventually began dating. Sana giggled as she was soon swept off of her feet by Hobi; you continued to walk past the happy couple into the frat house full of boys that you had grown close to, except Jimin of course.

“Namjoon, it’s to early to begin drinking,” you laughed, stealing the bottle from the boy who you often studied with. Namjoon was just as intelligent, only using his knowledge to become a doctor.

“Hey! It is too early to be scolding me like you’re older!” Namjoon teased you, taking ahold of the bottle of beer again. He wrapped his arm around you as you both laughed, being the big brother you never had. You were still the youngest of the group, even in university. The boys always found a way to help and protect you no matter your situation, including Jimin. Even if your competitive spirit with Jimin is severe, he still finds a way to help you whenever you need it. Many times you deny whatever he might suggest or offer, but he gives you the opportunity and reveals that he definitely does not hate you as much as you hate him. You peered up from your phone, your eyes meeting Jimin’s as he sat on the counter in the kitchen. “Your nemesis is here, Chim, and she’s looking furious.”

“Shut the f—”

“Y/N,” Jin giggled before you could speak what you initially wanted to respond with.  You glared up at Namjoon who held in his laughter, Hoseok and Sana walking in wearing big grins.  You never really desired having a relationship, always being so focused on dancing and your studies, which takes up all of your time.  With Sana and Hobi around, a small part of you wished you had someone as well, but you pushed that thought out.  Jin smiled at the couple as he handed you a sample of whatever food he was preparing for the small get together.  You grinned widely at the sight of the food Jin had made, loving anything that he cooked being that it all tasted wonderful.  You were not a very good cook, but you knew that with Jin’s help you could definitely become one. “This is my parents’ favorite.”

“I came up with a few games to play,” Taehyung stated as he stood beside Yoongi, who appeared as if he was going to fall asleep if we did not begin to play a game.  Everyone began clapping as all attention focused on Taehyung and his sheet of paper that he held close to his chest like a child doing a presentation.  You leaned on Namjoon, knowing he wouldn’t fall if you pushed him as hard as you could.  Jimin let out a sigh as he faced Taehyung, being the last person to give him their attention.  “A few of these are kind of risky, but the only two allowed to opt out are Sana and Hobi-hyung. The rest of us are fine being that we are not tied down into a relationship. Okay we have: spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, and truth or dare!”

“This is stupid! There are only three other girls!” Jungkook laughed, pointing to you, Jisoo, and Yeri.  Taehyung laughed as he covered his face with the sheet of paper, a groan escaping your lips knowing that the games always ended in you doing something crazy with one of the boys.  Out of all of the seven boys, you had kissed two of them thanks to Taehyung’s games — Namjoon and Jungkook.  Both of whom you promised to never speak of again, and an awkward feeling swarmed the two of you for at least a month.  Taehyung then shrugged, Jungkook facing you as he began laughing.  You shot a glare in his direction, your eyes meeting Jimin’s right after.  You had not noticed his gaze until you met it, realizing that he must have been staring at you for a while.  He did not flinch once you looked back, your cheeks reddening, but not his.

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“Alright! I nominate the first round of seven minutes in heaven to…” Yeri peered around the room, her bottom lip stuck out as she pondered who would be the best. Yeri was given the opportunity to pick because she was the only person who didn’t kiss someone else during spin the bottle. You kissed Namjoon for the second time, which was not that bad being that you could have had to kiss the pizza delivery guy, which ended up being Jisoo’s job. Yeri smirked as she leaned over to Jungkook, whispering in his ear for a second to have his eyes light up. He nodded rapidly, clapping his hands while waiting for Yeri to say the couple. “Y/N and Jimin!”

Soon, both you and Jimin were screaming at Yeri words that Jin would disapprove of. Everyone besides you two began laughing at your reactions which mimicked one another’s.

“You don’t have to do anything! You could both sit in there not saying a word!” Yeri laughed, yet you still did not want to be in a small space with Jimin. No matter if you both spent hours practicing with one another for multiple duets, his hands placed on your waist and hips at times, your faces merely centimeters away from touching, being close and not related to dancing slightly scared you. You were not scared of Jimin when it came to words, but you knew why he attracted girls — he has a way with moving that the average boy does not have. He is a talented dancer whose facial expressions differ from anybody else’s, and those expressions do not change depending on his location. “You two seriously danced the most intimate duets and made perfect scores. There is no reason why you can’t sit in a small space with one another!”

“For fucks sake!” You groaned before standing up and grabbing Jimin by his wrist. Everyone began cheering as you walked into the closet and sat down in the corner, scowling as Jimin closed the door. Darkness cascaded, and you heard as everyone stated outside that they were going to get more drinks in the kitchen. You huffed, your heart pounding in your chest as you heard Jimin take a seat. You understood he did not want to be in the situation either, but if neither of you had gotten up then you would have never lived the moment down. You rested your head against the wall, taking a deep breath as you screwed your eyes shut. Silence fell in the space, and not a single sound was heard outside of the closet either. You wanted to crawl into the floor right there and disappear for the rest of eternity.

“Why do you hate me?”

Seriously? You do everything to put me at a lower rank,” you replied, and you heard Jimin shuffling around.

“I do not; I simply want you to use the talent you have to the best of your capabilities! You’re younger than everyone so we all want you to be the best! I only tell you what’s wrong because you’re good enough to do anything,” Jimin stated, and soon you felt his arm against yours. He had moved to sit closer to you, which was not expected being that you both had put up a fight to not be stuck with one another. Jimin sighed, yet the small action made you feel small. Jimin had always been intimidating, you had just suppressed the feeling and pushed yourself to be better. He was gentle, and you knew that, you just did not comprehend it.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked.

“I don’t,” Jimin breathed. He must have held his breath until you responded, which you had not noticed until then. You nodded although you understood he could not see you, feeling your heart pounding rapidly due to the close space you both were forced to be in. You attempted to lower your legs from your chest, and your feet hit the wall opposite of you and Jimin. Despite the proximity, you still found yourself able to be comfortable. “I sat on a box over there and it didn’t feel too safe, so I’m sorry if I’m close. I don’t hate you, because if you haven’t noticed that would be very hard. You’re very likable, and everyone I know wants to be with you or your friend. You have this thing about you that I, yet alone anyone, can not figure out.”

“Says the guy who has girls crawling to his feet!” You replied, hearing a chuckle leave Jimin’s lips. He did not even deny your accusations, which proved your point. You and Jimin are complete opposites — he is confident, definitely not a virgin, and a pro at everything he attempts; you are shy, a virgin, and it takes you forever to master something. You rolled your eyes, Jimin’s side resting against yours which caused him more problems then it did you.

Jimin, like every guy he knew, found himself fascinated with you. You are unapologetic about dancing sensually, and compared to the other female dancers, you’re a goddess. Whenever you would perform duets with one another, he was conscious of placing his hands on you, believing you’d snap at him if he did not hold you right. Jimin believed the blush appearing on your cheeks whenever you danced together was simply from practicing, unaware of the fact that you remained single.

“Not the girl I want,” Jimin muttered. “She is focused on what really matters, unlike me. She is devoted to her work, while I am struggling to pay attention to anything because she’s on my mind.” You bit down on your tongue at Jimin’s words, not really knowing what the feeling is like. You wondered how long you had been cooped up in the closet for, but you did not mind the time either way. You and Jimin had a different understanding of one another after being forced into the same compact space. You felt your heart beating, your head telling you to make a promise to not treat each other like you used to. You lacked the confidence to actually speak up though, not wanting to interrupt Jimin with his small story. Minutes ago, you wouldn’t have cared.

“Do I know her?” You whispered, running your hand through your hair.

“She just spoke.”

“You fucker!” You laughed, playfully elbowing his side, expecting Jimin to laugh back and say that he got you. Only he didn’t, remaining silent while waiting for you to continue. You felt your heart racing in your chest by this point, not knowing how to continue the conversation being that Jimin had just confessed to you, and your cheeks were definitely red and hot. Jimin was the only boy you knew who was potentially worth your time, and you shared the same hobbies. Jimin had no flaws, which meant he was completely perfect and your younger self who didn’t know him would have told you to jump at the chance. You squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for Jimin to tell you that it was a joke, or ‘how could you ever believe such a lie?’

“I’m serious.”

“Then show me.”

You crawled onto Jimin’s lap, your legs on either side of him. You did not know where your confidence originated, being that you would have never made such a move with anyone. Jimin did not hesitate, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him which you didn’t realize was possible. You felt his breath on your face, his lips connecting with the skin of your neck. You squeezed your eyes closed as you clutched onto the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips raising the hem of your shirt so he could touch the delicate skin lining your waist. You felt your cheeks warming as you realized what was occurring, tapping your hand against Jimin’s chest.

“You idiot, don’t leave a mark where they can see,” you whispered, and Jimin nodded before stretching the collar of your shirt to connect his lips to your shoulder. You smiled faintly while struggling not to make a noise that could possibly be heard outside. Your hands lowered, your fingertips gliding down Jimin’s chest which you never realized was completely muscle. He hummed, which turned into your motivation to keep going. You began to slowly move your hips, Jimin’s lips removing themselves from your shoulders. You did not know if you were correctly starting what you figured would be a long night, but Jimin seemed to be enjoying your actions. You continued lowering your fingertips until they met the waistband of his jeans, your fingers lingering over the button of them. Jimin rubbed small circles on the small of your back, breathing softly against your neck.

Times up! We’re not going to open the door because nobody wants to get up, but get out of there!”

You snapped back into reality, the lust that once filled your eyes disappearing. Jimin gently placed a kiss upon your lips, almost hesitantly like everything that once occurred never did. You smiled faintly and nodded, getting off of his lap and sitting on the floor. You then realized that noise was happening outside of the closet, and that everyone was laughing while clearly having a fun time. Jimin placed his hand on your thigh while softly chuckling, your hands meeting his hair to flatten it down so it does not look too crazy. Despite the lack of lighting, you understood both of you looked different then when you first entered, which would raise some eyebrows. You took a deep breath as Jimin squeezed your hand, the both of you standing up to begin walking out to see the group of people behind the act. As you opened the door, words were spoken that you never thought you would ever hear.

“You don’t hate each other anymore, do you?”

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It Ain’t Me: Part 10(II) |Last part|

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

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Genre: Angst

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Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime.

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line.

You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling.

But he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal.

“May I come in?” You finally spoke up.

The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed and forced a smile on his face.

“Of course you can.” He moved back, giving you space to enter and you did. You avoided his eyes and walked right past him into his living room. Jungkook tried not to show the hurt on his face when you didn’t even glance at his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he was successful.

He followed you into the living room and took a seat on the modest sofa chair beside you. This was making him nervous. You were making him nervous. He stuttered when he spoke next. “W-would you like some wine? I have your favorite-“

“Jungkook.”

Was it possible to hear one’s name and go into cardiac arrest? Jungkook wondered as he struggled hard to keep the smile on his face. He certainly hoped not.

“Yeah?”

“I forgive you.”

His eyes grew wide. You forgive him? This was too different from what he had expected, too different from how things had played out in his mind.

“…but?” He prompted you.

“But…I cannot be with you.” You finished.

You saw the hope dissipate from his face and desperation set in. Forgetting the awkward tension between the two of you, in a second Jungkook engulfed your hands in his own.

“___, One chance. That’s it. That’s all I’m asking for. Never again will I do something so stupid. Please…just give me one chance.” He cracked.

You felt your eyes starting to water at his words. It was tough for you too, to finally accept your own words, to think beyond only the good memories and stand face to face with the unbiased reality of your relationship with Jungkook.

“Listen to me carefully Jungkook.” You freed your hands from his grip and held his face in your hands with tearful eyes. Whatever the outcome, you had to stand your ground. You had accepted the reality and you wanted to show it to Jungkook. You carefully ran your eyes over his face. His chocolate brown eyes fixed on your every word brimming with tears that his stubborn ass won’t allow to drop down, his messy and yet perfect hair that you’re always curious about because goddamn his hair was so soft, his quivering lips that you knew tasted like heaven. You swallowed the lump building in your throat and closed your eyes for a long second. You sigh when you opened them next.

“This is tough for me too. You…you mean a lot more to me than just a lover. You’re my friend. And-“ You released a frustrated sigh and continued. “And I love you in so many ways. But I can’t be with you without hurting myself.” Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but shook your head, pleading him to let you finish. “It’s the trust that’s missing Jungkook. It’s not just you. Maybe it’s the both of us, maybe you could have believed me and maybe I could have tried harder. There’s so many things that could have happened but things proceeded the way they did and” A tear left escaped and then two. You ran your hand over his hair and he leaned into your touch. “And maybe it was for the better.” A strangled cry left Jungkook’s mouth and your heart broke at the sound but you continued, pulling him closer until his head was on your chest and your arms around him tight.

“Shh, it’s okay. This needs to be done.” You said softly because if you attempted to make your voice any stronger you knew you would cry. “ Maybe we need to know each other a lot more than we believe we do. We need to meet as new people again….as strangers.”

Jungkook removed his face from your chest but he didn’t look up. He was holding your hands around his neck and looking down at his lap. His shaky breaths told you that he was crying still. It felt like an eternity before he spoke next.

“How will I ever forgive myself for this ___? For hurting you? For breaking us apart?”

You found your voice again and with a sad smile of your own you said-

“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”


Your heels clicked nastily on the scratchy surface as you struggled to drag your suitcases across the road.  A rash driver barely missed you by an inch. You swore under your breath when you twisted your foot and took a silent pledge to lead a protest against the terrible airport drivers who clearly paid no mind to the lives of the people crossing the road. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself but just when you were about to move forward, a hand swiftly crossed your inattentive form and took your bag from you. To say you were freaked would be an understatement. In fact, you were pretty sure your scream had reached the spaceships on Mars.

“Yoongi! What the hell?” You said through grinded teeth while your hand moved to soothe your erratically beating heart.

Yoongi flashed his gummy smile and shrugged. “You looked like you were struggling, so I helped.”

“By scaring me half to death?” You hissed.

“You should’ve seen your face.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes, speed walking towards the café settled on your right when you entered through the crystal doors of the airport. Yoongi caught up and took your suitcase from you. You gave him a thankful salute as you entered the café.

“So,” You began, taking a seat across Yoongi on one of the corner tables. “I reckon there must be something incredibly important for you to have insisted on meeting me before my flight?”

“Of course.” Yoongi said, his face getting serious.

“Great. This better be good. I’m sitting here 3 hours before my departure time.”

“Of course it is.” Yoongi replied sipping on water.

“Hmm, so tell me. What is it?”

Yoongi leaned forward, more serious than you had ever seen him. His hand snaked across the table towards your hand and settled above it. A look of passion covered his eyes. You were silent, waiting for him to begin. This must be a lot more serious than you expected.

“What’s up?”

For a second, your mind went blank. Then confusion spread.

“What?” you said skeptically.

“What’s up? How’ve you been?” An innocent smile covered the devil’s face.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You said unamusedly.

“No? Can a friend not even ask how you’ve been? Geez.” He smirked, clearly unaffected by your annoyed gaze.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “My dearest FRIEND Min Yoongi, I happen to have a flight in…oh THREE HOURS, and I’m sitting here at 8 in the morning and all you want to ask me is ‘what’s up’ ?!”

“No. I’m here to say Goodbye.”

Your anger dissipated at the sudden change in his tone and this time you knew he wasn’t kidding. You faintly smiled as you called on the waiter to order your tea and Yoongi’s coffee.

“I’ll be back soon.” You pointed out, turning to Yoongi after giving your order.

“Yeah, a year qualifies as soon now does it?” He grumbled.

You smiled at his pout. Sometimes, your friend could really be a darling.

“It is. My colleagues are being posted out for 3 years you know. I’m getting out pretty early compared to that.” You sipped on your tea.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “It’s okay, you deserve a break from…this place.”

A dull pain formed in your chest and your eyes grew slightly melancholic. “How is he?” You asked quietly.

“Well, you know, he’s faring. He’s laughing again. He speaks of you often.”

“Does he now?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. He totally does.”

You smiled and sipped on your tea. It had been a month since you had parted ways officially. It was like your first break up all over again. The pain, the tears, the sorrow. The weight your break up being final this time was weighing you down. Only this time, you weren’t helpless. This time you weren’t craving closure. This time you weren’t regretting your choice. This time you weren’t waiting on anyone’s words. Yes, it was painful. But it was bearable.

“So you never told me what happened that day when you showed up at his house.” Yoongi pulled you back from your thoughts. You took another sip from your tea of green and a mixed emotion settled across your features. What had really happened huh…


“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”

Silence stretched after you made your revelation, and all you and Jungkook could do was look into each other’s eyes. Then slowly, a smile began to form on Jungkook’s face and a twinkle appeared in his eyes.

“Thank you ____.” He said softly.

You returned his smile and gave him a nod.

“I know…” He began, pulling away from you and leaning back in his position. “I know this wasn’t easy decision to make for you too. I know I did some horrible, horrible things. But, maybe you are right. Maybe we need to meet again as strangers. Maybe one day…” His voice cracked and you felt the lump rise in your throat.

“Maybe one day, we can find each other again. Maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other at a party again. Maybe one day…I will run after you again.”

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears and they fell freely. This finality of the entire situation was a little scary but in one part of your chest, a load weighing you down started to diminish. And this time you smiled through your tears when you answered.

“Maybe we will.”


“Hello? ____? You okay?” You were drawn back from your thoughts with Yoongi’s deep voice once again. You blinked twice and focused on his puzzled expression.

“Uh,” You found your voice again. “Yeah…Yeah I’m good.”

Yoongi gave you a weird look and began speaking again.

“So…hey…I uh wanted to say that it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me and all that but you know um…apart from that, when you, uh, come back…that is…when you come back…you and me…can we uh…shit.”
You watched with eyes wide as Yoongi fiddled with his hands and tried to complete his sentence. Wait, was he sweating? Is Min badboy Yoongi nervous?

“Hey, Yoongi, are you okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.

Yoongi sighed and then took a deep breath. He looked up.

“Okay, I’m gonna say this quick so listen carefully. When you come back for a break this winter, can you and I go somewhere….like to an amusement park or something? I mean, wherever you want to go of course. I’m not forcing you and I know what-“

You laughter stopped him in midst of his wreck of a sentence.

“Hold on, I gotta record this. Min Yoongi asking me on a date.”

Yoongi blushed so hard, you were sure he could be considered a close relative of tomatoes at that second.

“You-..I-..No! Not a date! I-I just want to be better friends with you and know you better.”

“At an amusement park?” You teased him.

“I said wherever you want to go!” He blushed again.

You smiled mischievously and gave your hand across the table for him to take. He suspiciously took your hand and shook it.

“Sure, let’s hang around. I want to know you better too. You are the closest friend I have right now, believe it or not…” You smiled fondly. You knew Yoongi and you knew that this was an effort on his part. He considered you a friend and with Yoongi, your friendship had blossomed under odd circumstances, which meant that you did consider each other close but didn’t really know each other that well and this was Yoongi’s effort to know you better. Only, you knew he didn’t do this often and how awkward he must feeling, so of course…you had to tease him.

“But right now I’m really hungry, so treat me to some good pancakes. My wallet’s packed and locked inside. If you do this, I will let you take me out on a date, Mr. BadBoy.” You winked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, you pumpkin.”

Voices faded in the background as you and Yoongi bickered back and forth, and your mind wandered to the events of last two months. So much had happened. You had lost the love of your life, you had lost your best friend, you lost your backing but you also gained. You gained friends like Yoongi. You gained an understanding of your relationship and where you went wrong. You learnt to forgive. You learnt to let go. If someone asked you now whether you would choose not to take Jungkook up on that offer the time he ran after you, if you could, you would say no. You would do it all over again. You would take yourself back to the night you met Jungkook and do it all over again. Because maybe some day, you will meet again as strangers.


Maybe someday, he will chase after you again and you will spend the night drowned in beers and laughter.


FIN. 

a/n: I feel like I just married off my daughter. This marks the end of It Ain’t me. Thank for all your love!


Much love, 

Inferno-loop

Vanish I

Originally posted by elektranatchyos

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART II

Request:  i was wondering if you could do an imagine where instead of barb being taken, its the reader? so while the whole town mourns, steve, nancy and jonathan all try and find her?

Barb is still…gone…in this because I am 100% horrible. 

I don’t know how many parts this is going to be, but I hope you enjoy!


Steve sat in the interrogation room at the Hawkins Police Department. His eyes were directed at the metal table, unblinking. A heavy frown was set on his face and tears lined his eyes. His heart was pounding and his stomach felt like it was about to hit the floor. The heavy door to the room opened and shut with a click. 

Sheriff Hopper stood at the door, watching Steve Harrington with his brows scrunched together. He set his coffee on the table and took a seat. A notebook and pen was sat neatly on the table in front of him.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night, Steve. Every. Single. Detail.” Hopper tapped the pen against the notebook, waiting for the teenager before him to start speaking.

“It-“ Steve’s voice shook. He cleared his throat and started again, looking up at Hopper. “It was a normal Friday night for us. I picked her up from her house at around six, then we went to my place,” Hopper nodded, writing it down.

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Wanted (3)

Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: She just wants to be wanted. More specifically, she wants to be wanted by Steve… Until Billy Hargrove weasels his way into her heart.  

Warnings: angst, language, party violence, under age drinking, tommy’s a fucking dick, that’s it i think lol

Word Count: 2.2k+

PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

Originally posted by dailystrangerthings

Max was late, again.

Billy was pissed. Not only was he pissed because Max was late getting to his car for the second day in a row, but his progress with Y/n has gone nowhere since then, either.

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7 Engagements

day 7, featuring a fake engagement and real drarry feelings


The last person Harry expected to find outside his door two days before Christmas was Draco Malfoy. But there Malfoy was on his doorstep, looking effortlessly gorgeous despite the blizzarding winds.

“Come in,” Harry said, not quite sure what else to say. He and Malfoy were now friendly, but they were barely friends. Harry couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why Malfoy would be at his house.

Luckily he didn’t have to, for Malfoy stated frankly as he settled on Harry’s loveseat, “Potter, I need you to pretend to be my fiancé.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Harry said.

“I need you to pretend to be my fiancé. Would you? Please?” Malfoy folded his hands on his lap politely and looked patiently at Harry as he awaited a response.

“I’m gonna need some background information, Malfoy.”

Malfoy sighed. “My fiancé, Gunnar, broke off our engagement this morning. Which would be all fine and dandy had I not told my parents that I would be bringing my betrothed to Christmas Eve lunch tomorrow.”

“Oh, Malfoy, I’m sorry, I didn’t even know you were engaged.” If Harry had known Malfoy was engaged, maybe he wouldn’t have gazed longingly at him so much when he saw him at the Ministry.
“Were being the key word. Anyways, will you do it? Pretend to be my fiancé? My parents never met Gunnar, and I never even told them his name, so they’ll buy it if you pretend to be him.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, Malfoy? I mean, you two just broke up today. Maybe you should go home and get some rest. And I’m sure that if you tell your parents the truth, they’ll understand.” Harry joined Malfoy on the seat, trying to be a comforting presence.

Apparently Harry wasn’t doing too good of a job of that, because then Malfoy snapped, “Do you even know how many times I’ve been engaged?”

“Er, I think I saw something in the Daily Proph-”

“Seven! Seven times! And just guess how many engagements of mine have been broken!”
“Seven?”

“Exactly, seven! So I will not, under any circumstances, let down my parents yet again on Christmas Eve!” Malfoy had abandoned his polite way of sitting on the loveseat, and by the end of his rant he was standing, looking down his imperious nose at Harry.

“Why do you want me to do it? What about, I don’t know, Blaise?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned away from Harry. “Blaise lives in France.”
“Wou-”

“With his husband.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you have any other friends who could do it?”

“No,” Malfoy said, and when he turned back to Harry, his eyes were glistening. Harry felt a pang of guilt. He wasn’t turning Malfoy away because he didn’t want to help him, he did want to help him, but it would just be too hard to pretend when Harry thought he was starting to have real feelings for Malfoy.

“Look,” Malfoy said. “I thought you’d want to help, you’re always saving people and all that, but if I’m too much of a bother-”

“Wait, Malfoy, wait. You’re not a bother, I just…” Harry trailed off. Malfoy was looking at him with those shiny grey eyes, his despair written all over his face, and Harry couldn’t stand to let him down. “I’ll do it.”

Malfoy looked so relieved and grateful Harry almost thought Malfoy would hug him, but after a moment Malfoy’s face returned to its usual emotionless expression. “Thank you, Potter,” Malfoy said.

Harry sighed. “You should go home and get some rest. Just tell me what time lunch is tomorrow.”

Malfoy raised his eyebrows. “You really thought it would be that easy?” Malfoy shook his head. “We’re going to have to stay up all night learning everything an engaged couple would know about each other. Also, we should start calling each other by our first names.” Malfoy paused a second then said, “Harry.” His lips quirked up in an almost smile.

“Draco,” Harry said, and Draco’s smile grew to full size.

They spent hours taking, covering everything from each other’s  favorite Quidditch moves to their least favorite fruit. Harry and Draco found themselves laughing near constantly, and whenever Draco laughed, Harry’s heart felt like a weight had been lifted off of it.

Around midnight, Draco decided it was time for a hot cocoa break and took the time to teach Harry the ‘proper’ way to fix hot cocoa. They were settling back on Harry’s couch when Draco asked Harry about his childhood. Harry could’ve lied, but he didn’t want to lie, not to Draco.

After confessing the horrors of his childhood, Harry was surprised to find Draco’s arms around him, as Draco was hugging him tightly and saying, “You deserve so much better, Harry.”

“Well, what about your childhood?” Harry asked. Harry was once again surprised, this time by Draco’s openness and honesty. He discovered that Draco’s childhood wasn’t all fairytales and rainbows either.

If what Harry was feeling for Draco the night before could be called a crush, then by morning that crush had blossomed into full-blown romantic passion.

Draco had fallen asleep next to Harry on the couch around four in the morning and now, four hours later, Harry shook him awake. When Draco first awoke he seemed confused and frazzled, but when he saw Harry he smiled a sleepy smile. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay. I fell asleep for awhile too.”

“What time is it?”

“Eight.”

Draco nodded in understanding. “Are there any more questions we have to do?”

“Just one, I think. What happened with your fiancés? I mean, you’re pretty much amazing, so it’s hard for me to believe they’d just walk off without any reason.”

Draco grimaced. “I don’t know. I’m the perfect guy: wealthy, attractive, intelligent, witty, attractive.”

Harry chuckled at Draco’s repetition of ‘attractive’. “Well, were you in love with them?”

Draco shook his head vehemently, as if that was the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard. “My parents always told me that love was something that would develop after marriage.”

Harry frowned. “That’s not true. Love doesn’t have any rules. You can fall in love before getting married or after getting married, though most people prefer to be in love before marriage.”

“Why?”

“I guess so that you know you won’t be spending the rest of your life with someone who doesn’t, uh, complete you or whatever.”

“Strange.”

“You’re strange,” Harry said defensively.

Draco laughed and hit Harry with a decorative pillow, kickstarting a pillow fight full of giggles and smiles and lifted spirits.

Another thing that was strange was that Draco’s parents didn’t even seem surprised when they found out that Draco’s new ‘fiancé’ was Harry Potter. So unsurprised, in fact, that they hardly interrogated the couple at all.

Halfway through the soup course, Harry leaned toward Draco and said to him, “This is going well.”

“Yes,” Draco agreed. A little too well, in Draco’s opinion.

So when Narcissa left the table to reset the fireplace’s fire charms, Draco joined her. Draco stoked the fire as his mother cast the charms.

“You’re acting different,” Draco said in a hushed tone to his mother. “You and Father. You’re usually much more… intense when meeting someone I bring home.”

Narcissa simply smiled at her son. “That’s because you’re acting different too. You and Harry seem so happy together. I know I used to tell you love would develop after marriage, but I’m glad that you and Harry have found love already. That doesn’t happen often. Hold on to him, Draco.”

Narcissa walked back to the table and Draco’s eyes followed her before focusing on Harry, who was slurping his soup in a most undignified manner. Draco smiled at the sight, and in a rare vulnerable moment, thought to himself that if he and Harry were truly engaged, maybe that would be the engagement that stuck.

His Royal Fury

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Tony, Steve, Thor, and Natasha)

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff; implied rape

Words: 1570

A/N: This turned out a lot longer than I expected it to, but… it turned out pretty well. I went a little away from the anon request but it basically follows what was asked:

a Loki x reader imagine where reader is basically getting harassed and she doesn’t tell Loki, and when he finds out he’s furious? Something with the prompt “did he touch you?” and it ends with the guy who harassed reader getting caught by a very angry Loki and lots of cuddling and fluff

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You hadn’t been sure about Loki at first. When he had first moved into Stark Tower - or Avengers Tower, as it was now referred to - you made an effort to avoid the younger Asgardian prince as much as possible. He couldn’t be trusted, and it was as simple as that. At least, you thought it was.

The two of you had bonded late one night, when everyone else was asleep. You had a nightmare, and had taken to wandering the tower, stumbling upon Loki in the library. The two of you had bonded over your mutual love for books, and an uneasy friendship had formed. And from that uneasy friendship, over the course of a rocky few weeks which turned slowly into a smoother few months, something beautiful bloomed between you and Loki. Yes, he still had issues, but you helped him through them. You helped him realize that there were better ways to solve problems then through violence.

You helped him learn how to love again.

Loki was a perfect gentleman, and all that a person could ask for in a boyfriend. Despite his reputation, he was sweet and loving. He cared about you, you were his love and his redemption, and he’d be damned before he let anything happen to you. And if he found out someone was hurting you, well… he’d make them wish for something as sweet as pain.

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Sundays (Part 4)

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

Ok, guys- we’re getting close to the end. One part left! Tell me your predictions- I love to hear them. All the love. xx - L

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2,318

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what happens in vegas pt. 1

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

 a/n: yes, some of you figured it out. while i was on hiatus i contemplated writing fics under a new name/identity but i can’t get anything passed you haha. @junghoe-seok is me, well was me, but i am moving this fic over here because i should have just posted it here in the first place.

pt. 1 pt. 2

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

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Sterek & ALL the Christmas Fics

I have no self control when it comes to Christmas fics. None. So, this is my top 60 list of christmas fics. Yes, top 50 would have been cooler but then I would have to delete some fics *gasp*  The newer fics are at the top.  Also, I did not update the ugly christmas sweater fics those ones are here

A Royal Christmas Engagement by  skoosiepants | 25.6K

Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.

Potential by  alocalband | 2K

Stiles finds him in a bookstore in Brooklyn and it’s like not a day has passed since they last saw each other, even though it’s been almost two years now.

Mistletoe’s Overrated Anyway by  stilinski | 8.2K

Derek remembers a hyperactive eleven year old with a buzzcut and an irritating habit of getting underfoot - his memory doesn’t lend to the lean, doe eyed brunet in his hallway; he’s talking on his phone and scowling something fierce but Derek’s mouth goes dry at the way Stiles runs long fingers through his hair.

Kiss Me on This Cold December Night by  Leslie_Knope | 18.9K

The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.

The Holiday by  matildajones | 16.5K

It’s Christmas, Stiles is alone, and he finds himself swapping Bed & Breakfasts with Cora Hale over the holidays.

practice makes perfect by  bleep0bleep | 3.3K

“So… you’re interested? Or you just said yeah because it’s what you say when you don’t know what to say.”
“Interested. In kissing you.”
Stiles makes a vague gesture with his hand. “I mean, yeah, if only to get you more comfortable with the whole dating thing in the future. I mean, we’re friends, and I want you to be happy.” He bites his lip, nervous.
Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He’ll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only.
But this might be his only chance.

Kiss Me, It’s Beginning To Snow by  thepsychicclam | 4.2K

On Christmas Eve, Derek runs into Stiles. Even though it’s been years, Derek is still completely drawn to Stiles.

Home for Christmas by  mikkimouse | 6.6K

When Sheriff Stilinski is hurt after an encounter with the supernatural, Stiles ends up spending the Christmas season with Derek. It’s not nearly as bad as he thinks it’s going to be. 

The flamingo in the yard by  Vendelin | 6.1K

It isn’t fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there’s a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

Caring for Your Caroler by  mikkimouse | 2K

Derek’s neighbor is singing Christmas carols in the backyard at 2 a.m. Derek’s going to kill him.

Layover by  dr_girlfriend | 3.6K

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?…

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

hooked on (dangling by a yarn) by  extantecstasy | 19.1K

One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles’ dormant magic has to ruin everything.

nom de plume by  bleep0bleep | 3.9K

There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one.
Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

the amber of the moment by  redhoodedwolf | 23.2K

Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by  WhoNatural | 5.4K

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

Regression to the Mean by  theroguesgambit | 16.5K

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

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“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”

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A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

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“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.

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or

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“It was a last minute decision. Single parents with children draw attention to themselves in this type of neighborhood, and this department didn’t have a big budget to relocate all the werewolf and werewolf sympathizers that were targeted on this list. We’ve combined a lot of our relocation assignments. It ended up working out that another family, Mr. Stilinski and his son, looked like a good fit for you guys, so you’ll be sharing a home with them for the time being.” Markowski grins at him. “Congratulations! You’re married!”

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We’re Not All Bad - Sweet Pea

Prompt - after finding out Reggie cheated on you with Josie you leave a party meeting a handsome South side serpent
A/n this kind of came from a dream the start and end was a dream the middle kind of just happened when I stared writing hope you all enjoy :)
Warnings - anguish, cheating, swearing under age drinking and drug use
Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader

Story
It was the party nick st Claire was throwing, everyone expect for Betty was having a good time especially when nick started passing round straws of jj. You was already really drunk and the added drugs didn’t help.
Dancing with Veronica it had been one of the best nights you had in ages, but quickly became one of the worst. You went to find your boyfriend Reggie Mantle not seeing him on the couch where he was before. You walked out of the living room and heard his voice come from the bedroom. When you open the door your saw Reggie sleeping with Josie. Your ran out of the hotel room crying wanting to be anywhere but here and to get the image of them out of your head.
You had cried and ran the far you didn’t really know where you was, somewhere on the south side was about all you knew. You also didn’t realise how drunk you was until the fresh air hit you, sitting down on a bench before you fell , you tried to calm down and sober up.

A wolf whistle made you look up to see a tall dark haired boy in a leather jacket walking towards you. “save the whistles and comments I’m not in the mood for dickheads” you say looking back at the ground, tears filling your eyes again at the thought of Reggie.

The boy sat next to you “good job I’m not a dickhead then” he said mimicking the nasty way you had said it. You turn and look at him annoyed, the alcohol fuelling your anger. “look I’ve had a bad night who are you and what do you want” you snap hoping he’d leave you alone on the bench to cry in peace.

“my name is sweet pea but everyone calls me sweets or pea, and I live round here I was going home until I saw a beautiful girl crying” he said giving you a kind smile.
“oh scary gang name” you mocked at him, “don’t let the name fool you, I’m not always sweet” he laughed. You roll your eyes standing up to leave, sweet pea stood up following you. you turned round almost falling, “why are you following me” you scream at him. “I’m not following you princess, I’m going home, its not my fault I live the same way your walking” he says. you wasn’t listening to him, you felt dizzy since standing and now you had spots in your vision. Blinking you try a few deep breaths, although you wasn’t moving you could feel you body swaying. the last thing you remember was saying “I don’t feel to good” and seeing sweet pea run to you.

Sweet saw you swaying and ran forward, being part of south side he’d seen people on jingle jangle before and knew she was about to collapse. he managed to catch you before you hit the ground picking you up bridle style thinking what should he do. 

You woke in a room and a bed you’d never seen before. your head was hurting thanks to the drinks from the party but right now you need to work out where you was and how you got here. getting out the bed you see your shoes on the floor, you see your still fully dressed you get you heels putting them on before working the courage to walk out the room.

On the other side for the door you see sweet sat watching telly. “hello princess, how was the beauty sleep” he greats you with a smile. “What happened? how did I get here? where is here?” you demand. sweets stood giving a chuckle “calm down” he said going into the room you had just left. “your at my house, you passed out in the middle of the street, drunk and upset” he shouted from the room. he came out holding a pair of thick sweat pants and a tee-shirt. “I didn’t know where you lived princess, and I wasn’t leaving you in the street all night so I brought you here thinking you could safely sleep off the alcohol” he finished.

“oh” you said not knowing what to say, feeling embarrassed sweets handed you the clothes, “you must be cold, you can put these on if you want.” he told you. Taking the clothes from him, you didn’t notice how cold you really was until sweet pea said it. after putting sweets clothes on you can back out the bathroom, “thanks” you mumble to him. Sweet Pea stood up pointing for you sit “its still late so you can stay here I’ll take you home in the morning” he said, “why what time is it how long have i been asleep” you say holding your head the pain coming back. “not long 3 hours tops its only 4am” he said walking into the kitchen quickly returning with water and a painkiller. “here for your head” he said.
you sat for the next 20 minuets in silence, fiddling with the hem of the top you was wearing as sweets watched a movie playing on the telly, looking at you every now and then. “so you going to tell me why you was so upset last night” he asked, you felt your heart break as you remembered what Reggie had done. “nothing” you said trying not to let yourself cry.

“well whoever he is, he’s stupid letting you go” sweets said without looking away from the telly. your turned to face him “excuse me what” you say. Pea smirks at you “well it has to be a boy, to make a girl like you cry, and I’m guessing he’s one of those footballers” he said rolling his eyes at the last part. you looked at him sad “okay your right his name is Reggie was have been dating for six months and I found his sleeping with some other girl” you say as you try but fail to stop your voice braking “and yes he’s a bulldog” you finish.

sweet turns to face you, “that’s the problem princess, he’s a dog! You could do better” he said flirty. “what, with a snake like you, you mean” you laughed meaning it as a joke “and stop calling me princess” you add. “Serpent” he corrected you “but yes a serpent is better then a dog we live by loyalty, where as your bulldogs just look for the next best thing, something bigger, better. They can be holding a diamond and give it up for cheap gold all because its shiny and new” he said gently touching your hand “and I’m calling you princess because you haven’t told me your name” he said back making you blush,  “my name is y/n”. For the next 5 hours you both laughed and talked getting alone like you had been friends for years.

it was 10am and the hours flew with sweet pea, sweets offered you a ride home you felt a bit nervous at first getting on his bike but soon loved it once he started going. As you got to the top of your road you saw Reggie’s car outside your house. Sweets pulled over at the top of the road when he felt you grab him tighter, as you saw you ex boyfriend knocking on your door. you didn’t realize how tight your grip on sweet pea was until he turned to you “hey y/n its okay we can get out of here if you don’t want to see him” he says, you nod yes loosening your grip a little as he started the bike up again.

you wasn’t sure where he was taking you but it was back on the south side. you pulled up back other motorbikes and a few cars. “where are we?” you asked nervous. sweet smiled “the quarry, see my friends I want to show you we’re not all bad! or at least not in the way most of the north siders think we are” he smirked helping you get off.

he walked over to his friends a massive smile on his face, you noticed how it made you smile too, he then introduced you to a few people “y/n this is Topaz, Fangs, Fogarty and the girl over their is Lesley” he told you. You and Toni became friends fast both having a mutual friend in Jughead, you sat at the quarry with them all day enjoying the sun watching Sweet Pea and the other boys play fight, race bikes and just genuinely having fun. you laughed and joked with the girls joining in with some of the boys games and fights.

at one point you found yourself stirring at SP, biting your lip admiring hot and sexy he looked. how his dark eyes sparkled in the light or how full and soft his lips looked, you found yourself bushing when he looked at you giving you a cheek wink. finally you had butterflies when he came over to you and the other serpent’s you was sat with and put his arm around your shoulder and stayed like that as you all chatted about randomness.

Sweet and the boys left to get some food, Toni and another two girls all looked at you, “so you and sweets how long has that been going on for” one of them asked making you go a bright shade of red. “no! no no the is no me and sweet pea” you tell them. “well he likes you, he’s never this happy” Toni says smiling, “okay well if not together how did you meet, why have we never seen you before” a different girl asked. “well we only met last night” you say a little embarrassed “I was drunk and couldn’t stand never mind walk home so he” you didn’t finish as you heard sweets voice “she was literally falling for me the second she saw me” he joked looking at his friends, only saying it to keep his reputation. “falling in laughter at you” you tease back but the look in both your eyes told everyone there the was something between you and the serpent, even if nether of you saw it yourselves yet.

after it started to get dark sweet pea took you home, you both stood on your doorstep neither of you wanting to part ways from each other yet. “thank you” you said, he frowned his brows “what for?” he asked back. “everything, looking after me last night ,taking me out today it’s been amazing and your friends are not the monsters the papers say” you laugh sweet looking smug. “I told you we’re not all bad” he says as you kiss him. you didn’t know where the kiss came from but you knew if you didn’t do it, you’d would regret it later.

sweets kissed you back wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer, when you stopped “well that’s something I can get used to” he said kissing you again. As he finally left you arranged to meet him the next day, going to bed daydreaming of sweet pea, feeling happier then anytime you had during your relationship with Reggie.

You and sweets spent the whole Sunday and everyday for the next week together, mainly chilling in his trailer watching movies or hanging with the serpent’s, during the school break. On the last day before you both went back to different schools, sweets got up the courage to tell you he liked you and asked if you wanted to ditch your dog for snake. you liked sweet pea and told him you would, spending the rest of the night kissing and cuddling up.

Monday morning after the holidays finished, sweets dropped you off at school. “cant you transfer to south side” he asked with puppy dog eyes. Hearing Jodie’s voice “I wish I could” you smile at sweets kissing him. the day had been boring Kevin and veronica constantly asking where you had been during the half term break, you told them you’d met a guy being chilling with his friends, and he’s amazing before changing the subject to what they did, so they didn’t ask who your new friend was. 

Josie came in the common room her eyes went wide when she saw you. “y/n look I’m sorry I don’t know what made me do it the Al…” she stopped talking as you stood up holding put your hand for her to shut up. “don’t insult me and blame the drink we both know the was flirting with you and Reggie before the party” you tell her. Josie looked down feeling ashamed “but anyway you can keep him I’ve found someone better then him, someone who knows the meaning of loyalty” you tell them walking out the room.

During last lesson sweet pea texted you saying he’d finished school early did you want him to pick you up when you was finished. You quickly replied yes then sent the next dew minutes texting back and forth with him, a cheeky smile on you face as you did. You felt a tap on your shoulder turning to see Betty “Reggie keeps stirring at you” she says as you looked over to the other side of the classroom Reggie had a face like thunder. 

Sweet pea pulled up outside Riverdale high getting off his bike but leaned against it, he had his jacket over his shoulder hanging down his back as he watched you walk down the steps typing away on your phone not even seeing him yet. Sweets was about to shout her when he saw Reggie one of the bulldogs he’d fought with before run after her.

Reggie grabbed your shoulder “y/n wait” he said his voice leased with anger “so you going to tell me where you’ve been and why half of the school are saying your seeing some other guy” his arms folded over his chest as he spoke. You looked at him dead in the eye speaking slightly slower so he got the message “Reggie where over, we was the second you slept with Josie and yes the rumours are true” at the point out the corner of your eye, you saw sweet pea walking toward you. now Cheryl, Veronica, Kevin and the others all stood round listening to you and Reggie arguing.

you feel sweet pea put his serpent jacket round your shoulders hugging and kissing your cheek from behind, everything okay princess" sweets asks you, smirking at Reggie, “yes I was just telling Reggie that I traded an old dog for someone better” you answer. Reggie and the rest if the Riverdale high students all looked in shock gasping and gossiping. Reggie looked at you “really y/n your revenge plan was good but we both know you belong to me” he said grabbing your arm. Sweet pea knocked his arm from you “touch her like that again and watch what I do to you” sweet pea started in a chillingly calm voice “y/n doesn’t belong to you, you lost her when you when you made her feel like shit, don’t get mad when someone else shows her she’s a princess she is” he says gripping your hand bringing it to his lips for a light kiss, smiling at you.

You smile and blush back at sweet “let’s get out of here” you say as you walked with sweet pea back to his motorcycle. “y/n, stop you can’t just leave me” you heard Reggie shouting but ignored it driving off with your serpent prince.

indifference, part one

happy candlenights everyone. i’m your secret santa and your present is pain


A straight matchup, they’d laughed. A bard and a wizard against a bard and a wizard. “Except I’m the most powerful transmutation wizard in multiple realities,” Taako had said, hooking his elbows with Kravitz as they whisked away to the plains north of the Evermoors, “and you’re decked out with, like, deathly powers and shit. So it’ll be the farthest fuckin’ thing from a fair fight.”

“That hardly makes me invulnerable,” Kravitz had said, and Taako had shaken his head.

“Near enough.” A step through the portal, and they’re greeted with brisk northern winds slapping along their faces. “You’re, what, a thousand-or-something years old? It’d be pretty fuckin’ hard to take you down, Krav.”

The wizard aiding the cult of Cyric specializes in Conjuration, which is inconvenient at best. Taako takes care of batting away the little Elementals that keep popping up and prancing around the fields while Kravitz reads their fantasy Miranda rights in the bored tone of voice that always makes Taako hide a laugh behind his hand. Kravitz can deal with bureaucracy - Taako’s more concerned with sending these two fools to meet their Maker. Or, this case, their un-Maker.

The fight’s easy. Almost too easy. The scorch trails behind the fire elementals never burn away too much of the snow covering the ground, and the chill in the air makes shattering the water elementals child’s play. 

It bothers Taako a bit, seeing the red-haired bard cowering behind the wizard. Bards are powerful - Taako knew Johann personally, after all - but this one either has no self-preservation, or they’ve got something up his sleeve. 

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