a little bit special in the head and all that

distraction; sehun [m]

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

oh sehun. reader-insert. 3,5k words. roommate!au. smut.

—sometimes you really need a distraction from college life, how lucky that sehun needs one, too

“Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later / Are you down to be a distraction, baby?” —Kehlani, Distraction

requested by @sassyunicorns2 for the drabble game (although this one turned out to become a scenario ;;; the song is great btw!)

“I’ll make it quick—” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, supporting your weight on Sehun’s shoulders, “Unconventional sex, no feelings, no obligations. Are you in or not?” you shoot the question quickly, gazing into his lecherously dark eyes. 

“Babe, you could put all sorts of conditions. Right now I need you to take off your clothes and that quickly,” he spoke in between his panting, running his hands up your back, over to your neck to pull you down for another kiss. 


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Bellarke - WHAT WAS HE GONNA SAY?

*throwback to Spacewalker, honestly* @mego42 will understand!


You know, that final scene on the beach is a slow burner. Obviously, I loved it in the moment. But it was so short, and so soft, that it didn’t hit me hard like some of their other scenes. The more I think about it though, the more essential it becomes.

Do I think Bellamy was about to confess his love for Clarke, in a LET’S MAKE OUT way? No. I don’t.

Bellamy was very calm, very mellow. IMO, if he was about to go all out on the romantic front he wouldn’t have been so. He would have been more agitated, more jumpy. (EDIT: THAT BEING SAID, I HAVE JUST FLASHBACKED TO MY LOST DAYS…and IDK why but I always feel like Imma lose friends when I remind the world that I was #Jate for lyf. So suddenly I’m remembering the S3 finale where Jack just turned to her all chill from out of nowhere and shrugged and said ‘Because I love you’ and honestly, maybe we are at a point where a mellow and chill Bellamy just puts it out there like that?? MAYBE WE ARE?)

I think that Bellamy is feeling very fatalistic right now. When Clarke asked him ‘you still have hope’ he gave her what she needed. But 4x04 onwards have really emphasised how tired Bellamy is, and how aware of time running out he is. He’ll keep fighting to keep people alive, but I also think that he believes he - and maybe all of them - will be dead very soon. He expresses this pretty succintly in reference to Octavia. I think he knows, on a level, that Clarke is right. Given time, his relationship with O will heal. But there is no time. He thinks that he is going to die and Octavia is going to hate him.

When Clarke says ‘she’ll see how special you are’ it’s not because she’s pulling him back from a break down. And she’s calm too! Mellow too! She says it because it is how it is. It’s so natural and easy for her to tell Bellamy that he is special.

Bellamy’s long look at her is everything to me. We’ve had moments like this before…I’m specifically thinking of 3x15 and ‘but I trust you.’ So it’s not a shock to Bellamy, really (I think it will always be a little bit of a shock to him just because he is who he is) but coupled with how he’s feeling about O, about their chances…

WHAT’S IN HIS HEAD. Definitely I love this girl. I know, I know…I said I didn’t think he was about to make a big declaration…but LOVE is all over everything Bellarke, and has been for a while. She’s everything to me? She’s special too, and I need her to know that? I couldn’t have survived without her? If I die, I need her to keep fighting and living and to find happiness one day?

THIS IS A GREAT BIG RAMBLING MESS, BUT…THAT SCENE DUDES.

And then Clarke just…IMMEDIATELY SHUTS HIM DOWN. And I think there is so much to say here about Bellarke v Clarke’s scene with Niylah. For Clarke, sleeping with and finding comfort in Niylah is a situation without risk. There are no strings attached, it makes her feel better, and also…Niylah is just super nice. So Clarke can touch her, Clarke can show her that affection…

Obviously, Clarke’s relationship with Bellamy is on another level (even if you were to deny romance) and it strikes me how much Bellarke DON’T touch each other. She comes to stand beside him on the beach, and there’s space between them. They even struggle to FACE each other, and dude…that threw me back to 2x16. Clarke looks at him, but HAS to look away. Bellamy looks at her when she isn’t looking. And only when he is about to declare, does he turn his full body to face her.

AND SHE SHUTS IT DOWN.

Because she knows! She knows that he’s trying to say goodbye, and she will not accept that. She nopes out of that like whoa. She won’t even consider it. With Niylah it was a conversation and a request, but with Bellamy it’s just NOPE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT. WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.

THEY ARE SKATING AROUND IT YOU GUYS. They both know SOMETHING, and they’re both approaching it in different ways.

Clarke can’t face it, can’t think about it, because they WILL survive. But Bellamy is starting to turn the other way…

WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS POST? IDK. BASICALLY I AM FEELINGS ALL OF THE THINGS.

Best Father’s Day ever

A fic requested by @amber474

I know it’s not Father’s day but can you ever be too late for fluff? I think not.

This story bounces between David’s and Max’s perspectives, separated by a ‘—’ so make sure to pay attention! It starts with David and will alternate a bit :)


David woke up bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Today was the day!

He had been planning for today all month, it was his first Father’s day since he took Max in.

David knew he wasn’t Max’s father, and that Max didn’t see him as a father figure, but he’d be darned if he didn’t celebrate today. He would not deprive Max of the knowledge that David would always see him as a son.

David rolled out of bed and went to go take a shower. He had the whole day planned. First he would make pancakes, a traditional favourite, then they would go for a walk to the park, and then they’d see a movie! David was a little bit concerned that Max wouldn’t want to go with him, he wasn’t really interested in waking up early or going to the park, or out in public with David at all, really. Well, Max wasn’t really interested going out in public at all in general either. David pushed those thoughts away and grinned into the bathroom mirror. He’d make this day special if it was the last thing he did. He turned on the shower.


Max looked up when he heard the shower head turn on. Shit, he was running out of time!

“This is fucking stupid,” Max mumbled to himself as he flipped a pancake. “People probably don’t even really eat pancakes on this day. That’s probably just a T.V. thing.”

Max grabbed a plate from the cupboard and slid two pancakes on it. He put it on the table next to a syrup pitcher that was only a little bit sticky and a vase of flowers he had ripped up from the yard four houses down. He probably wouldn’t get caught for that.

Max was suddenly very unsure. Was this too much? What if David didn’t want to celebrate. It wasn’t like Max was really David’s son, or anything. This was too much. This whole show Max had put on was just demanding too much of David. Max bit his lip.

Why did he even try?

David turned the shower off and got out. He dried and dressed relatively quickly and clunked down the stairs, deciding to finish breakfast before waking Max.

David turned into the kitchen and froze.

“Max? Did you do all this?” David asked, awestruck. He looked at the plate of pancakes, and the syrup pitcher with a trail of syrup down the side, and the vase of flowers, probably stolen, and was amazed

See, you idiot. He hates it. He’s angry. He’s going to send you away now. Look what you’ve done. Why do you have to ruin everything? Stop trying.

Max bit his lip harder and looked away, blinking back tears.

“Yeah.” He said, simply.

“Max! I love it!” David gushed, and Max looked up surprised. “I mean I can’t believe that you made pancakes for me! I was going to do that for you! And these flowers are amazing! Thank you, Max!” David looked back to Max who was staring at him wide, and wet, eyed.

“Max, are you okay?”

“Yeahshutup” Max said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “So this is really okay? Not too much or…?” He asked, trailing off.

“Max it’s perfect!” David grinned.

“Oh, okay.” Max said simply. He put a mug of coffee next to the pancakes and waited for David to sit. David sat.

“So,” David said, starting to eat. The pancakes were good, a little doughy, but good, “Would you like to go for a walk later, and then to the theaters?”

“Yeah, okay.” Max said. In truth, Max wanted to do neither of those things, but today was his one shot at repaying David for everything so he went along with it.

“Okay!” David said, surprised and happy, “Oh, darn. Just remembered that I haven’t bought a new wallet since the, ahem, incident.” The incident consisted of Max tripping David into a pool and in the process damaging David’s dollar store wallet with water. “So I’ll have to change into a pair of pants with deeper pockets.” 

“Actually,” Max said, voice uncharacteristically slow and unsure, “About that.”

Max got up and left the room, leaving David confused and sticky. The syrup trail had spread.

Max returned a moment later with a plastic bag. 

“Sorry it isn’t wrapped but…Oh fuck it just take it!” Max said suddenly, shoving the bag in David’s direction, glaring.

David took it slowly and pulled out a green wallet with a yellow pine tree on it and the name ‘David’ embroidered beneath.

“Max…this is beautiful. How did you-?” David asked, not looking away from the wallet.

“I got it custom made, ordered it online…” Max shrugged. He was quiet for a minute before continuing “…It’s water-proof.”

“Oh, Max! Thank you!” David exclaimed, pulling Max into a hug, eyes shining with tears.

“Knock that off, you big wuss.” Max said, but with no bite to his words.

“I love you, Max. You’re my son-figure.” David said, not letting go.

“…me too. You’re my dad-figure.” Max mumbled into David’s shoulder.

Best Father’s Day ever.

Favors-William Nylander

Originally posted by nylanderhoe


All right, anon, you asked for this, and I’ll be damned if I don’t deliver. This is NOT an installment of Torn Up but if you haven’t read my series yet I ask that you do. I don’t know how I feel about this one, but I sure hope that you like it! Also can you believe his hair in this gif? Certainly magical

Anonymous said:  Hello! Is it possible if you do a Willy imagine just like the Leon imagine about tension. I can totally picture Willy being a little shit 💩.

Warnings: lots of cussing, lots of innuendo, and one (1) scene that is a steamy PG-13

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“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest and beginning to move backwards towards the door.

“I didn’t think I had to. I told you it was one of Kappy’s team events. Common sense dictates that Willy would be here, too,” Annika said plainly, reaching out an arm to pull you back without even having to look at you. “I was going to make you come anyway though, Y/N, because you said you owed me and I’m cashing in.”

You did owe her, and you owed her big. “I don’t see why this is what you’re going to use that on. If I were you, I’d save your favor. Knowing us, we’re going to get into some sort of trouble and it’d do you well to let me go home now so I can bail you out of jail or something later.”

“Nuh, uh. You can’t try and trick me out of this. You’re smart, but no amount of doublespeak is gonna convince me otherwise. I get to choose what I use my favor on. Hell, you might owe me two favors for that! I can’t show my face in that Starbucks again, and it’s the closest one to the gym. That’s at least two favors,” she argued. You knew that she was right; you had made her tell one of your hookups, who happened to work at the Starbucks you and Annika frequented after yoga on Thursdays, that you didn’t want to hear from him again. According to Annika, the guy was crushed. He had actually cried.

The two of you had built a friendship on dealing in favors, but reinforced it with your shared love of clothes, romance novels, and designer smoothies. You hadn’t gotten close, though, until she invited you to a party where you had gotten very, very drunk and made the mistake of going home with William Nylander. You sought her out for advice about how to deal with him afterwards, how to convey to him that you were not going to let him into your pants any time he wanted just because you had made one bad decision and fallen for his charms. Annika had been understanding and didn’t even think about giving you any shit about it, and thus the two of you were practically inseparable. It was true that your habit of frequently hooking up with random guys started after William, but she never mentioned it, not in the six months it had been, and for that you were thankful.

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Party Like A Stark

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Originally posted by milady-jane

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (2/?)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter.  What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?!  All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man.  You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him.  Your party will definitely be one to remember.

Warnings: still lots of fluff!!

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AN: Guys I’m literal trash ahahah this fic is going to be a bit longer than expected because there’s just so many things that pop in my head !! I mean I love writing this story so much, that’s why it’s so long!  I hope you guys don’t mind having to wait longer for the smut!!  I don’t know i think it’s worth it because peter is just so precious and I love the reader’s relationship with everyone! well anyway, enjoy!!

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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”

*****

“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”

*****

“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.

*****

“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.

******

The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said

*****

“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.

“Thanks.”

It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.

“Smart.”

“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.

*****

“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

******

“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.

Special Juice| Tom Holland One Shot

Requested: no, just inspired by the time where Tom got his juice during an interview because he gets cranky without sugar.

Rating: PG-13 mild swearing, that’s pretty much it.

Summary: when Tom leaves his juice in the hotel, it’s up to you to save the day this time.

•••


“Where the fuck…” Tom’s voice trailed off as he searched through his bag, his head hurt because of how tired he was and the lights of the room were hurting his eyes. All he wanted was some sugar, even a little bit to wake himself up so he would at least seem likable during the interview. This would have been a simple request to meet himself, if his bottle of juice was in his bag like he thought it was. Only now was he realizing that he’d left if in the counter of the hotel where he and YN were staying while in the city. He sighed loudly.

He hated to be a bratty, almost-child star who wouldn’t operate without accommodations, but he was so damn tired. He picked up his phone, that he actually managed to remember on his rushed way out of the hotel, and began to dial your number. It rang at least 6 times before he hung up.

“Damn it, YN.” he muttered quietly, his voice carrying a bit of a whining quality. He rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone. You were probably still sleeping. He decided to keep trying. He sent a string of texts that read:
“Hey YN”

“Are you still sleeping”

“Could you please wake up now you beautiful, wonderful, best person I know??”

“This is stupid but I left my juice on the counter can you bring it to me I’m already at the building for the interview I’ll send you the address!”

“I’ll pay for your lyft ride just please bring it to me?”

“YNNNN I am soooo tired without it you know what I’m like without sugar this early don’t do this to meeeee”

“Please come save the dayyyy”

“Come through YNNNNNN”

It was turning into a very one sided conversation of texts. He tried to call you a few, maybe a few too many times, before finally he heard the dreaded ringing stop and your groggy voice answer the phone.

“Tom? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you calling so many times is it an emergency? Is everyone okay, should I go to a hospital?”

Tom instantly was met with a wave of guilt that washed over him completely as he struggled to calm you down. “No, YN– princess, just calm down everyone is okay, I’m okay, I’m so sorry to worry you, I just…"He had never felt so stupid in his life. "I just, need my juice, it’s on the counter…” There was dead silence between them over the line. Finally you spoke.“Are you shitting me?” He could hear how tired you were, he could practically see your messy hair and pajamas.Tom held back a laugh, you always cursed more when you were tired, especially when you’d been woken up. He paused. “No, would you please bring it? I texted you the address!”

He could almost see YN’s face as she pulled they phone from her face to check her inbox. “Tom, honey, when you text someone this many times, and leave this many voicemails when there’s not a legitimate emergency, it often comes across as uncalled for.” Her voice was laced heavily with sarcasm. “Okay, fine, I’ll bring ur dumb juice I’ll let you know when I get there.”

Tom now felt a level of gratefulness he’d never experienced in his life. “Thank you, YNNN, I promise I’ll make it up to youuu!” He tried to make himself sound endearing. YN nodded, not thinking about how Tom couldn’t see it before she hung up. Tom did a happy dance and sat down to not so patiently wait for you to come.
•••

YN never came.
At least, not in time for Tom to get his juice before warily checking his phone for the billionth time before sitting down and handing off his phone to Mackie, begging his friend to promise to look out for a call from YN. Mackie agreed and pushed Tom gently in the direction of the interviewing chairs, one already filled with a co-star.

Tom sat down and tried to act more awake than he felt, his attention perked when he saw YN walk into the room, hundreds of feet away from where he sat, he saw her hand off a bag to Mackie, and find a place to sit.

Mackie walked closer and closer to where Tom sat, and made a few jokes about interrupting the interview and how Tom needed his juice. It felt like an eternity before Tom reached for his green cup, only to shake it and realize that it was empty. His heart sank. “It’s empty,” he looked to Mackie, disappointed. “Check the bottom.” His friend advised and he did. There on the bottom of his cup was a yellow sticky note with YN’s handwriting.

“This is for waking me up and making me panic. xoxo YN”

When Tom looked up, Mackie was already handing him a clear bottle, on clearly filled with his juice. Tom could already see the yellow corner of another note.

“But here’s your dumb juice because I love you, have fun interviewing :) xoxo YN”.

Tom grinned and could see you intently watching from the other side of the room. Mackie laughed and was already explaining to everyone what had happened.

Everyone was laughing and Tom couldn’t care less, all he cared about was how cute the notes were, and of course, that he finally had his juice.

Our anthem

How would BTS react if thier s/o (also an Idol) wrote a song a bout them (everyone knows that it is about them) and their s/o would perform this song at an award show?

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||Namjoon||

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Joonie would be really touched by the fact that you chose a song you’ve written meant for you and him to a whole crowd of people, and at an award show! like he’d seriously be a proud and happy boyfriend. As you sang you’re heart out to the song about you and him he becomes all shy but would have the biggest grin on his face while he watched you perform. Once the song was over there is a small break so he rushes backstage to see you. “Baby you did amazing!” he embraces you in a great bear hug. “You really liked my performance?” you look up at him smiling. “All of it,” “that’s good this song is already special but I wanted to make it memorable for you.” You nuzzle your head onto his chest hugging him a bit tighter. He can’t help but smile and kisses the top of your head. “I love you y/n.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

When he sees you on stage and hears the familiar tune he would be a little caught off guard and laugh away his shyness. But as you began to sing the song jin would stare up at you with so much love and sing along with you. After you’re performance he heads over backstage to tell you how well you did and how it surprised him a bit. “Y/n I can’t believe you sang our song,” he hugs you. “Was it too much, I just wanted to sing it for you and I thou-” he cuts you off by capturing your lips with his in a quick kiss. “You did great and I loved every minute of it.” You blush and hid your face a little “You liked it that much?” “How could I not it’s our song y/n you made my heart jump and every thing!” You laugh at his reaction and kiss him again. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by daeguboy

Personally I don’t think yoongi would be able to hide that gummy smiles of his because he’d be so freaking flustered the moment the music began to play and realizing it was the song you wrote about your relationship. Like he tries to be chill about but he can’t because he’s kinda low-key fanboying over you. He would see the way you poured your heart into singing the song and how much passion you were showing in front of the crowd would make him all giddy inside and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. When your stage was over he sneaks away to find you. “Interesting choice of song babe,” “Did I surprise you?” you grinned at your boyfriend and gave him a playful hit to the arm. “maybe a little, but you did great up there?” he puts his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. “A little?” you raised a brow. “Look I really liked that you decided to sing it ok, you can tease me later about it just let me hug you.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by joeguk

Hobi gets emotional at certain times and this would probably be one of those times. The fact that you’re singing your guy’s song at this time in front of all these people, with him there would take him over the flipping moon. He would smile and sing along and then at some point just cry a little because his heart just hurts from all the love he’s feeling. When you finish he wastes no time to get to you and hugs you like it’s his last day on earth. “Hobi did you cry?” you held his face in your hands and tried not to laugh. “Psh no,” he sniffles a bit. “I had something in my eye,” “both your eyes?” Hoseok smiles widely and kisses  the top of you’re head. “Don’t judge me I was bound to with you singing our song.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by jitaeme

First things first, he would have the biggest smile the second you came up on stage. He claps and cheers along the crowd and the other boys to just feeling so proud to see you up there. Although he’s already seen you perform multiple times. And the second he hears the beginning of the song he’d instantly become shy and hide his face a bit as the members teased him a bit. He’ll see you singing to him and just kinda wave at you not really knowing what to do with himself. “Y/n!” you turn to see him calling you over to him. “So our song huh?” he smiles shyly.  “Yep I thought It was the perfect time to sing it,” ‘’Ah, good thing too now everyone knows how much you love me,” he smirks and slings his arm around you. “But they already knew mi-” “shh I know I’m just happy. let me have this moment.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by beui

Tae would be a happy puppy singing along with you with just as much passion as you showed on stage. He’d be cheering for you and sometimes look at the crown behind him to point at you like yeah that’s my girl up there. Tae would have that boxy grin that you love so much plastered onto his face the whole entire time and even after when he went to go see you. “JAGI, Y/N,” he was basically speed walking to you. “Hi tae,” you kissed his cheek. “I saw you down there you were really excited,” you laughed. “Of course I was you sang my favorite song,” he did some cute little dance while singing a line or two from the song. “So it’s your favorite song?” “Well why wouldn’t be?”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You walk on stage, the crowd is cheering and with jungkook as well. The music starts and he freezes mid clap because he’s like wait a hot second. He’ll listen for a moment hearing you sing and trying to comprehend what your saying before he realizes and is like oh wait it’s our song. He’ll become shy because one, your up there singing to him, and two, his hyungs would tease him a bit but would think it’s really freaking cute. “Kookie did you like my performance?” you look up at him and smile waiting for his response. “Yeah I really liked it,” he chews his lip a little “I was a little surprised though I didn’t think you were going to sing it.” he laughs a little. “Thank you?”  “For what?” he shrugs his shoulders a  bit. “For singing it, I don’t know what else to say,” he chuckles nervously. “You’re happy, and you love me?” “Yes, very much.”


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Tooth (Blurb)

“Daddy! Dadddyyy! Help!”

Harry jumped from his seat in the living room and jogged down the hallway toward the sound of his daughter’s cries, worried that she had fallen or broken something and was hurt. He finally found her in the bathroom, standing on her little step stool and examining her face in the mirror with a very worried look on her face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asked, rushing to her side and squatting down so he could see her better. He didn’t see any blood or bruises or cause for concern, but the look on her face worried him.

“Daddy, something’s wrong with my tooth,” she said, turning to him with her mouth open slightly and one finger pressing into her gum.

Harry frowned and moved her hand away from her mouth so he could have a look. Everything looked normal to him, except that one of her bottom front teeth seemed to be on a bit of an angle. He finally realized what was going on and grinned, feeling his heart slow down a bit.

“Looks like you have your first loose tooth,” he said, standing up again.

This explanation didn’t seem to sooth his little girl as she looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, before turning back to the mirror and opening her mouth to look again.

“I was just brushing my teeth, daddy! I promise! An’ then it started wiggling; I didn’t mean to make it loose!”

Harry chuckled and knelt down again, reaching out to smooth his daughter’s hair back.

“No, it’s okay, love,” he said, “When you’re little like this, you’re supposed to have loose teeth. It just means that your big teeth are trying to grow in and they have to push the little ones out of the way. That tooth is going to fall out pretty soon.”

She seemed completely frightened by the idea.

“Nooo, daddy! I don’t want it to fall out!”

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Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

Word Count: 1631

You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

Mutant

(A/N): I’m so sorry this is so short but I really couldn’t come up with anything for it :(

Request: Could you write an Avengers/X-men ficlet where the reader assembles the team and confesses to being a mutant? Like, he/she always explained their abilities away as technology or something?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by lonlonmilk

   You pace up and down the exterior of the Helicarrier, ringing your hands together as you awaited all the other superbeings to arrive. You knew Nat, she’d been your partner since day one and the two of you were unbelievably close but you didn’t know anyone else in the group. Sure, you’d heard all the stories, the great god of thunder, the two smartest men alive, and the hero who seemed to survive it all. You were more than nervous to meet them, after all, they were these great amazing people and you were- well, you were you. 

   “(Y/N),” Nat places a gentle hand on your shoulder, steadying your nerves only slightly. “It’s okay, they’re gonna love you,” You chuckle dryly, your entire being going taut at the sight of the infamous Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers. Nat smiles just a bit as the two men board the ship, keeping her authoritative demeanor up even when she was trying to be kind. 

   “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Banner,” She greets the two, giving them a firm handshake. “I’m Natasha Romanoff and this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You give the two a polite smile, hoping you didn’t look to nervous. “They’ll be joining our little team of ours,” The two men smile back, Bruce a bit more nervously but Steve’s a bit more confidently. 

   “You work for shield then?” Steve asks, cocking a brow at you. You nod your head, smiling only a bit proudly. 

   “Yes I do,” 

   “You’re an agent?” 

   “Of sorts,” You reply, gently shrugging your shoulders. Steve smiles a bit brighter, nodding his head. “And you miss Romanoff?”

   “I’m an expert in espionage, weapons, and more than a few forms of mixed martial arts,” She smiles sweetly before turning on her heel, a spring in her step as she walked towards the entrance of the helicarrier. “You two might want to follow me, I think Fury would like to speak with all of us,” 

   “All of us?” Bruce asks, his tone holding more nerves than before. 

   “We’ve got two other players in this game; Tony Stark and Thor,” 

   “Thor? Like the god of thunder?” Nat smiles, humming a bit. 

   “Yep,” Bruce gives you a nervous look but you give him a reassuring smile, hoping that it didn’t look too painful. 

   “What about you?” Steve asks, cocking his head at you. “What do you specialize in?” You share a look at Nat, an almost nervous one but you pocket it away, bound and determined to lie to Steve’s face and to make it sound good too. 

   “I specialize in weapons, I’m working on some pretty big stuff right now,” You smile at him, still hoping that the two men couldn’t see through your lie. “And why are you here Mr. Rogers?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head just a bit. 

   ‘I really don’t know, apparently Shield thinks I’m good enough to join your little team,” 

   “Well,” You size him up, giving him a little lopsided smirk, “You aren’t wrong,” 


    How had everything gone downhill so fast? One minute all of you were friends and the next everyone was screaming at each other, demanding the truth and whatnot. 

   “Did you know shield’s been making weapons?” Tony asks, pulling up a secret file. 

  “How did you-” Fury begins but Tony cuts him off once again. 

  “Weapons using the very item we’re hunting, now I don’t know about you guys but this seems just a tiny bit fishy to me,” 

   “Shield’s been storing weapons too,” Steve mutters, throwing an old hydra gun onto a table. Tony hums, staring at the weapon with pursed lips. 

   “Is there anything you’d like to tell us?” Tony asks Fury, squinting his eyes in distaste. 

   “I assure you-” You begin, only to have Tony cut you off as well. 

  “Oh no, don’t you even get started, you can’t talk when it comes to secrets (Y/N).” You look at Tony strangely, a brow cocked in confusion. “I read your file, I know what you are, what you can do-” Your mouth runs dry, your tongue becoming a slab of sandpaper at his words. “Mind manipulation? Interesting sort of weapon is it not?” Steve turns to look at you, a look of distaste upon his face. “Is it even considered a weapon?” Tony continues, tapping his chin in thought. “Or are you?” 

   “Fine,” You mutter, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I’ve got- I’ve got some freaky talents but never once have I ever used them for anything other than the greater good-” 

   “Really? What about this team, this other team you were on- the x-men or whatever they’re called,” 

   “It’s a team of people like me, people with abilities,” 

   “Mutants. You mean Mutants,” Tony mutters, clicking his tongue in disappointment. You hang your head, biting your lip as guilt and shame consumed you. Even with his words you knew what he meant- Freak. You were a Freak. 

The Art of Remembering by @swans-and-pirates | [tumblr]  [ff.net]  [ao3] | au; Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. 

“I see…” she says, the green of her eyes meeting his again. “And are you my doctor?”

It’s immediate, the way that one sentence makes his stomach drop and his mouth fall open as he gapes at her.

Her doctor?

He shakes his head, not sure he heard correctly. “Your doctor? Swan, it’s me…Killian.” He’s rambling just a bit and his stomach sinks impossibly closer to the floor when he realizes her eyes hold no recognition. “You…you don’t know me?”

Emma shakes her head. “I don’t. I’m sorry.” She gives him a small, apologetic smile, but all it does is make his world shatter a little more. “But I…I take it I should?”

Killian drags a hand down his face and releases a heavy sigh. “Aye, Swan. You should.”

My whole life

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Maybe language? body issues and human evilness in general

Request: @melconnor2007 .  “ Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please”


Every inch of your body hurts. And you feel wonderful.

Oh yeah, you love putting your music out loud and just exercicing to the rhythm of it. It has become a routine since the day you and Bucky make things official, every time your beloved boyfriend goes out on a mission you let out all the stress that his ausence causes in you by making some exercice.

Grabbing the towel you head to the showers humming your favourite song. From all of the femenine showers you always choose the one more hided, not for anything special but you prefer to be covered when showering. Putting your sore body under the hot pouring water you start to massage your arms and legs. 

- I can’t even - you hear the voice of a young woman entering the showers 

- Me neither - another one laughs walking besides her. They haven’t seen you yet.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (16)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Part 16 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)
- ⛪️Also mention of Religion.

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 3,926 
(Just wanted to quickly thank those who replied on my previous post letting me know that the longer word counts are totally okay. Feedback is always appreciated guys! 💙)


You were rudely awaken by somebody blowing cool air into your ear, groaning you turned over to your side, your internal clock was telling you that it was not time to get up yet, but the blowing came again and for longer this time.

“Ughh, what do you want Baekhyun?” You rolled over to your side, opening one of your eyes.

“Do I look like Baekhyun to you? Get up!” Chanyeol pouted grabbing the sheets off of your body and pulling you up into a sitting position. You smiled at Chanyeol pulling him into a hug, lingering for a while before you pulled away from him again. “What was that for?” His eyes were wide with surprise.

“I don’t know…I kind of missed you.” You were embarrassed to admit it but it felt good at the same time. He smiled at you showing a row of perfectly white teeth. “Anyway why are you here?!” You pushed his shoulder hard so he fell backwards onto the bed.

“The first thing you do when we become friends again is bully me. I’m offended.” He stuck his tongue out. “I have good news and bad news for you.”

“Bad news first.” You opted, you weren’t sure how much worse the news could get around this place but having said that any form of hell was possible here.

“Okay well the bad news is that you have to do some training with me. I’m sorry I tried so hard to keep you out of this, you don’t know how angry I was when Junmyeon suggested this but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“What do you mean ‘training’.” You made quotation marks with your fingers. “I’m not going to be on field.”

“You are Y/N.” Chanyeol dropped his head, sinking his fists into the mattress. “I’m sorry I tried hard, but he said we need all hands on deck, the only two that will be out are Jongdae; because he’s still not fully recovered, and Baekhyun because he’s the only one that knows what he’s doing when it comes to stitching us up.” He gave you a weak smile.

“What type of training though Chanyeol?” You didn’t like the sound of this; you shifted uncomfortably standing up from the bed and looking down at him.

“Cute pyjamas.”

“Stop side-tracking Chan. What type of training are you talking about?

He began to bite the skin on his thumb. “You know… defending yourself, how and where to hide…how to use a gun…”
You laughed at him in disbelief shaking your head violently.

“There is no fucking way I’m using a gun Chanyeol. Are you crazy? I’m not doing that shit again, I don’t want to turn into a monster, I don’t want to turn into –”

“—me?” Chanyeol smiled sadly finishing your sentence; you couldn’t look at his eyes now. You felt bad but of course you didn’t want to do what he did, why was that so wrong? “I’m not doing this because I want to Y/N. And you won’t be either; you’ll be doing it to defend yourself, in this world it’s dog eat dog, okay? Kill or be killed, and I don’t prefer the latter.” You could do nothing but sulk now.

“What was the good news?” You mumbled, pouting and looking down at the floor, you despised your life right now.

“You’ll be training with me.”

“Really? I was hoping for something better.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Ouch, that hurt my ego.” Chanyeol held his hands above his heart, pretending that you had wounded him. You stuck your tongue out at him, slipping your slippers on and walked towards your door.

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“Nooooooooo!” Jongin whinged stomping his feet childishly on the floor. Everyone was in the kitchen apart from Sehun. He was still upset from last night and was probably going through emotional turmoil since he didn’t know which truth to believe. It was awkward since everyone was sitting on the opposite side of Minseok on the table, although the boys thought they were being discrete they really weren’t. You weren’t particularly Minseok’s number one fan, but you felt slightly bad for him. You really wouldn’t be surprised if he was the Tell-Tale he was a secretive and dangerous man, yet something deep down was telling you that it wasn’t him. It had to be someone on the outside and you weren’t sure if they were trying to help Genesis or ruin Genesis.
 Attempting to be the neutral ‘better’ person and bridge the gap you opted to sit in the space between the boys and Minseok, although to be honest he didn’t look like he was too bothered and rather seemed as though he was enjoying his own company.
All of you were around the table eating cereal, there was a slight buzz of conversation mainly about what was going to happen tonight and what precautions had to be taken.

“What’s wrong with you Jongin?” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, looking down at the bowl in front of him.

Jongin had his head in his cupboard, looking slightly defeated. “I’ve run out of sugar, No! Why me?! Why!?”  You laughed a little bit at his stupidity it was somewhat cute, Yixing gave you a scornful look from across the table. The both of you still hadn’t spoken yet and it was putting you on edge.

“Why don’t you just have Honey like the rest of us for goodness sakes. Why do you have to be so difficult all the time?” Kyungsoo frowned motioning towards Jongdae to pass him the honey jar and tipping it over his cereal.

“Because I’m special and I’m Jongin, so I need to be unique. One of you guys must have sugar in yours.” He whined, looking through the cupboards one by one. The honey was being passed around the table by the boys.

“Honey Y/N?” Junmyeon asked, holding it in your direction. You shook your head, you preferred sugar over honey but your cereal was sweet enough anyway. Junmyeon looked over to the other side of the table at Minseok, but then put the jar of honey down and began talking to the other boys again.

“Um… actually you know what, I’ll have a little.” You took the jar from Baekhyun who reached for it and held it out to you, pouring the tiniest bit in your bowl You didn’t actually want any but since you were playing mediator you had to step in.

 “Minseok…do you want some honey?” You pushed the jar towards him, patiently waiting for a string of abuse and profanities about how ‘he could look after himself’ and ‘if he wanted the honey he’d get the honey.’ He stared at you for a moment raising his brows, taking hold of the jar and dragging it towards him.

“Thanks.”

Your eyes widened. Minseok just thanked you. The most civil bit of conversation the both of you had shared.

“Y-your welcome.” You stuttered still in disbelief. Everyone in the room looked up at Sehun who had just entered the room, he took the seat opposite you. His eyes were red and puffy, he had been crying and quite a lot too. Your heart began to ache seeing him like this, you weren’t sure how old he was, but you knew that he was young and to be going through all of this must have been proving too much.
You heard a gasp coming from the cupboards.

“Minseok…What the heck is this?” Jongin turned around slowly, holding up a can of red spray paint in his hands. You dropped your spoon on the floor, flicking your eyes between Jongin, Minseok and the can of red spray paint.

He looked up slowly at Jongin and back down at his bowl again, shovelling some cereal into his mouth. “How should I know? It’s not mine.”

“Then why did I find it in your cupboard?” He pointed an accusing finger at Minseok. Everyone in the room was staring at him silently, all apart from Sehun, he was audibly crying now, wiping his face with his sleeves.

“Minseok what’s going on, please tell me it’s not you. Why is this happening!? Why won’t you defend yourself? It’s you isn’t it? You’re the Tell-Tale.” You could just about make out was Sehun was saying, he was hysterical and wasn’t breathing properly, you had to press your hand against your mouth to stop yourself from crying too.

“I’ve never seen that before.” Minseok said nonchalantly, his face unchanging as he stirred his spoon around in his bowl. “I don’t know how it got there.”

Jongin walked over to Minseok’s side of the table banging the can down in front of him. “Really Minseok?! Because you’re not all that convincing right now!”

“Jongin stop it. Maybe it wasn’t him…” You whispered, looking at Minseok who was looking straight back at you, but still his face was giving nothing away and you didn’t know what to believe.

“Are you seriously trying to defend this piece of shit right now Y/N?” Jongin shouted at you from where he was stood. He turned his attention back to Minseok. “So come on ‘Tell-Tale’ Why is it that you’re dropping all these hints for us. Are you on our side or against us? Either way you’re getting all this information from an outside source so how the fuck can we trust you?”

Minseok rolled his eyes upwards, putting his spoon down carefully in his bowl. He quickly slipped a gun out of his pocket pointing it at the other end of the table, making everyone jump back and duck for cover. He laughed in astonishment, slipping his gun back into his pocket.
“Wow! Are you guys being serious!? You’re all actually scared of me right now. You seriously think I’m this Tell-Tale asshole. You’re all doubting me right now? Sehun, you’re doubting me?!” He pointed a reproving finger in Sehun’s direction. Pushing his chair backwards he stood up and walked towards the exit. “I don’t fucking have time for this shit. I have a raid to prepare for.”
You looked over the table at Sehun; he was a complete wreck, shaking violently.

“Sehun its okay” You cooed reassuringly “I’m sure it’s not him.”

“Are you being fucking serious Y/N!? Are you blind? Everything points towards him” Jongdae banged his fist against the table. You frowned getting up from your seat and running out of the kitchen.

“Y/N where are you going? Y/N!”

You were walking up to Minseok’s room, when you saw him leaving it and closing his door behind him. He was wearing the exact same clothes as the night that he slipped out of the house. All black attire with black boots and a bottle of an unknown liquid in his hand. You quickly slipped into the room that you were stood next to as you didn’t want to be caught. You weren’t sure who’s room it was but they were going to have to let you borrow their jacket for a while because you had made up your mind. You were about to follow Minseok.


You kept your distance when following him, and now you were really beginning to wish that you had just gone and put proper shoes on, because these slippers were really not serving any type of purpose. You slid down the streets still trying to keep a fair distance, when suddenly you were being lead to a Church. You were confused and sincerely hoping he wasn’t planning to kill anyone inside because that would most definitely be a new level of low. But instead of walking into the church auditorium he crept through the back, in which you realised he was standing in a graveyard. Your body shivered you weren’t the biggest graveyard fan and you were wondering what on earth Minseok was doing here. You stood behind a tree about two inches away to keep yourself hidden.

“I know you followed me.” You heard Minseok call from where he was positioned, slowly turning round to look at the tree. “Besides that’s the most cliché hiding spot. Maybe if you actually try hiding in a grave the next time it would be harder to spot you.” You had been caught, sheepishly you stepped away from the tree and towards Minseok.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “I just wanted to get some sort of proof that you really weren’t the Tell-Tale.” You didn’t get too close to him, purely because he was someone you couldn’t trust. “But i’m confused as to why you’re here.”

He sighed heavily. “I’m not the Tell-Tale.”

“I know you’re not, I just kind of had this feeling deep down.”

He looked up at you shocked. “Thanks for believing me. Funny how Sehun couldn’t, after I cared for him so much.” He rolled his eyes.

“So this where you came the other night?” You questioned. He nodded pointing at the two gravestones.

“I Came to see my mum and dad.” He half-smiled pouring some of that liquid he held onto the soil in front of one of the headstones.

“What is that?” You asked, squinting your eyes and taking a step closer to him.

“Rosewater. My mum loved it, she’d never go a day without it.” You nodded your head slowly in understanding. So this is where Minseok had  been coming all this time and it was completely understandable, you felt so bad for how misunderstood he’d been.

 “So your parents were religious then?” You whispered, looking behind your shoulder at the church and turning back around to look at Minseok crouched down in front of the headstone, you crouched down beside him.

“Yeah. My mum especially. She’d take me to church every Sunday, she’d place her loose change in my hand and let me put it in the collection pot. I loved it, it was the best part of my day.” He smiled so sadly, and you felt your heart crumpling in your chest. “I’ve not been to church for years. I can’t. I feel too ashamed, I don’t deserve it. It’s ironic my parents were taken from me, yet I take people from others. At first I told myself for I was doing it for a cause but now I don’t even know what I’m fighting for. I just do it out of anger and hostility. They’d be so disappointed.” A tear rolled down his cheek and splashed onto the dying flowers that were in front of him. You couldn’t help yourself at this point and instinctively pulled Minseok in for a hug nestling your head in between the crook of his neck and his shoulder.
“W-what are you doing?” He stuttered, his body stilling at your contact.

“I don’t really know, it just happened on impulse, but please don’t ask again because that will make it really awkward.” You half-laughed. You felt him take a breath again and rest his head against yours. You stayed like that for a few moments before he pulled himself away from you, clearing his throat and broadening his shoulders.

“If you tell the other’s, I’ll kill you.”

“Minseok” You let out a fake gasp. “Your mothers listening, how can you threaten to kill me in front of her? I’m telling you now she is turning in her grave”

“Whatever.” He laughed softly, pushing your shoulder lightly. Minseok was laughing. And it wasn’t one of those twisted evil ones either, it was a genuine heartfelt laugh and it felt like a breath of fresh air. You had almost forgotten what his teeth looked like. You loved this Minseok; you wanted this one to stick around. He stood up, moving over to a grave beside his parents and pouring the rosewater there too. You stood up too and quirked an eyebrow.

“Hey, what are you doing, you can’t go pouring that on everyone’s graves.”

He shook his head lightly. “Relax. This one’s my granddad. Fucking family reunion, I know.”

“Oi! Language.” You whispered bowing your head at the graves and turning round to bow your head at the church. He pulled a sorry face pressing his fingers against his lips and turning around to face the church.

“Let’s go.” He said walking slowly back towards the way you came. You nodded walking beside him, you noticed him laughing quietly to himself.

“What?” You asked, curious as to what was so funny.

“Oh it’s nothing. I just remembered when I was younger my mum had this thing about me holding her hand, but I got to this age where I thought I was too big to hold her hand anymore, so every time we came to visit my granddads grave she’d tell me that if I didn’t hold her hand, one of the hands of the dead bodies would rip through the soil and drag me down under with them. I was so scared, it was the only time she could get me to hold her hand.”

“Aww cute…I think… Actually that’s quite creepy” You made a puzzled face unsure of what to make of the story.

“Oh no. It’s definitely creepy” He smiled. “But it makes for a good story and good memories, I guess I’ll never forget how her hands felt in mine now. I do miss it though.”

You looked forward towards the church and held your hand out towards Minseok. He paused for a moment staring at your hand and back up at you.

“I know i’m not your mum but It’s not every day I offer my hand to people, take it or leave it.” You cleared your throat, but he was still staring at you. “Oh my goodness Minseok please just hold it, this is getting awkward, it’s really not going to hold itself.” He cleared his throat too, placing his hand in yours; you both walked silently forward staring uneasily ahead. Finally Minseok broke the silence.

“Okay, so wow this is really kind of awkward…”

“Oh, yeah, yeah I totally agree I’m really glad you said that.” You both quickly dropped each others hands and walked even faster to the exit. “So don’t tell the others we held hands otherwise I might actually have to, you know.” You ran a finger across your neck.

“Oh no, what? You think this is good for my image? Trust me I won’t”


Hours later and it was crunch time; everyone was geared up including you. You had a gun in your back pocket and it made you feel physically sick, training with Chanyeol didn’t go particularly well but he promised you that he’d be there to protect you anyway. Baekhyun and Jongdae stayed at home, looking over cameras and prepping medical equipment just incase, but you were sure you would definitely be needing it, someone was bound to get hurt. You were packed into a black van sat in between ‘Kai’ and Chanyeol; you were trying to call everyone by their code names so it would sink in. You were scared to shout for help from Chanyeol and Sehun, purely because their usual role was to stay at home so they didn’t have code names. Everyone was silent, Kai was rubbing circles on your thigh, trying to calm you down and he wasn’t even trying to be discrete about it this time, everyone was watching how touchy he was being with you but he didn’t really care. Yixing did though.

“I’m scared.” You breathing was irregular.

“Don’t worry babe, we’ve got you. You’ll be fine.” Jongin squeezed your knee. Causing Yixing to roll his eyes. Suddenly the van stopped moving.
You had arrived at the Warehouse.

“We all know the rules.” Junmyeon said “Try your best, stay alive. We’ve got this” But you weren’t so sure. Rapidly all of the boys began to run out of the van and towards the block C.

You were frozen in your seat. Cold, alone. Sat there, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath, your life was flashing before your eyes at the moment. There was no way you’d survive this. There were so many things that you still wanted to do with your life, get promoted to the highest level, get married, have beautiful children, but that was never going to happen now.

You heard footsteps running back towards the van.
“Y/N?” A hand shot out in front of your face, you looked up. It was Minseok.
“Quickly, take it before it gets awkward.” He smiled at you softly, you took a breath smiling back and took a hold of his hand, only this time around you didn’t want to let go. “I know you’re scared but you’ll be fine.” You tried your hardest to believe every word he said.

You both ran towards the building catching up with the other guys. Only this time you were surrounded by thirty or so men who were definitely not from Genesis, around 10  of them were armed with guns whilst the others had knives and other weapons.

“Fuck, It’s an ambush.” Jongin sighed.

“Really Jongin? No fucking shit Sherlock!” Kyungsoo screamed, shooting a gun at someone who was fast approaching him, you screamed involuntarily at the bullet that went straight through the mans skull.
“Don’t just fucking scream Y/N, shoot!”

All the guys had spread around by now. You were alone, running and ducking for cover anywhere that you could find it. You dashed beside a crate, and heard a loud bang beside your head, looking up you saw a hole in the crate and a white substance pouring out, you just realised that it had been shot, whipping your head to the side you saw a man pointing a gun at you and licking his lips.

“Such a pretty girl, what a shame.” He walked closer to you.

“Y/N your gun!” You heard Minseok shout, “Y/N use your gun!” but you were paralysed in your spot, you couldn’t take it out of your holder, you couldn’t even breathe. You closed your eyes at the sound of a loud bang. Slowly opening them again you saw the man lying in a pool of his own blood face down on the floor. Minseok standing above his body his chest heaving up and down.
“Hey are you crazy! You could’ve died! Please use your fucking gun!” He dragged you up by your arms, that were jelly by now, you tried regaining yourself.
“Y/N. Please I know that this is hard, but you have to get it together. Okay. Please! I have to go, but goodness, just use your gun okay.” He squeezed your hand and ran off in an opposite direction.
Once you thought you were collected enough, you ran onwards to find Yixing and Chanyeol back to back they were weapon-less and cornered by two men. Your heart began thumping against your ribcage and as if on impulse you ran towards the two of them throwing your gun towards Chanyeol, who caught it in his right hand and shot the man in front of him dead. He turned around to shoot the man in front of Yixing, who then raised his gun pointing it at you.

“Drop your weapon or I’ll shot the girl.”

Chanyeol’s breathing slowed, gun shaking in his hand.

“Shoot Him!” You screamed.

“Drop your fucking weapon, now!”

You saw Jongin running into your section behind the man holding his gun at you. “Kai help us!” You screamed, you were weapon-less and Chanyeol was slowly but surely lowering his gun. Jongin was the only one who could do anything about the situation.

“Okay.” He said turning around to face you all, he smirked at you mischievously.

BANG! BANG!

You screamed, your blood running cold. Shock taking over your system and code-names flying out of the window.
“Oh my God! Jongin!”

Niall Horan - “Love Song” Imagine


Just a short little blurb for ya! 

So as soon as I saw Niall’s Billboard photos inspiration struck and I got into full on Niall girl talk with @eversincecheshire and texted her this long ass idea based off of this picture so, me being me, decided to write it. People have been asking for Niall so.. here ya go. Enjoy!

It was Niall’s day off. No meetings, no time in the studio booked, and so the two of you decided it was the day the two of you would get your long list of to-do’s done. You were going to deep clean the house, the two of you were finally going to finish decorating your office and you were finally going to get rid of the layer of dust that had formed on shelves and tables.

Of course though, once it got down to actually having to do it all, you simply didn’t want to. Niall was off doing laundry, and you were tidying up the living room. You had lugged out the vacuum and were going to make the rug nice and clean but as you organized the books and random items you came across a notebook you had once seen Niall scribbling in often.

You decided, after flipping it open and reading over some lyrics, to delve a little deeper into it so you plopped yourself down on the floor, your back leaned against the couch and began to pour over the notebook. You took in the scribbled over words, the little phrases of music doodled next to certain strings of lyrics. It was all fascinating to you as Niall very rarely let you see his music until it was almost or completely finished but it was so fascinating to think about holding it all, his ideas, his notes, his inspiration, right there in your hands.

“What ya doin’, love?” You look up as Niall walks into the room, having come to investigate not having heard the vacuum when you had told him that was your next task. “Is that me notebook?” He questions, seeing the item in your hand. You grin and nod. “Must’ve left it on the shelf.” He grins as well, knowing how much you loved his music. Taking note of which song you’d had it open to, he decided he would let you hear it. It was one he had finished writing a few days ago, actually. It had changed a bit from this first scribbled down idea but the gist of it was the same.

“You gonna play it for me?” You question as you see him reaching for one of the guitars he had in the corner. Niall honestly had a guitar in every single room, apart from the bathroom. He even had one in the kitchen because who knows when inspiration would strike, he had to have one in arms reach at all times. You didn’t mind, you loved moments of him playing random bits of a new song, or covering a song you both loved. It filled the silence and often led to the two of you dancing together in the middle of whatever room you were in.

“I jus’ might.” He grins at you as he comes over, sitting himself down on the ground beside you, leaning close to you to look at the notebook still open in your hands. He takes it in, making sure he was thinking of the right song before he grinned at you. “It’s changed a bit, bu’ still the same, really.” His fingers then begin to move over the strings, the notes floating effortlessly from his touch. He gives you one more smile before he begins to sing. You bite at your lip as you take in the words he is singing.

You hadn’t heard this song before, maybe a little bit of the music playing from his office as he worked out the kinks or occasionally while getting ready for the day or in the shower he would hum out tunes but it was hard to differentiate between his own songs and just random songs he heard recently and had stuck in his head when all he did was sing the melody or a couple notes here and there.

This song though, it was soft, the music flowed effortlessly, and as you took in the words of love and adoration for that someone special, you knew it was about you. He sang of being in love, finding that one person he was always going to be with, enjoying the fact that he got to wake up beside her everyday. In short, the song was very clearly, and without a doubt, about you. You can’t keep the grin from your face as you lean over and bury your face in his shoulder as you close the notebook and toss it onto the coffee table in front of you.

As the song comes to an end, his playing and voice growing quieter, you bury your nose in his t-shirt, taking in that comforting and oh so familiar scent that was purely and simply Niall. Once he finished the song, he sets the guitar down, his arms wrapping easily around you. His lips press into your hair as he pulls you a bit more into him.

“You like it?” He questions then.

“It was the best song I’ve ever heard.” You tell him honestly, lifting your head up to look at him. You see his blue eyes shining with love, that same sense of adoration he just sang about radiating from his entire being and you knew you returned it. There was no one like Niall, and no one else you would ever be with. Niall was your forever, and clearly after that song, you knew he thought the same.

“Glad you like it then.” He grins at you before his lips are on yours. The kiss was gentle, his lips soft and loving against yours but as you turn a bit, your fingers tangling in his brown hair, pulling you a bit closer the feel of the kiss changes, as does the air around you.

He pulls you up and into his lap as his lips move against yours. His large guitarist hands press into your back after they slide up and under your t-shirt, pressing your chest against his. Your arms tangle around his neck and you have to keep the sigh that so desperately wanted to fall from your lips at bay as his tongue greets yours. His fingers dig into your skin, both of your breathing starting to grow faster as the kiss intensifies and you knew that any and all thoughts of cleaning and running errands as planned was out the window.

All I Need // A.I

Originally posted by hothothotgg

A/N: i’m loving ashton blurbs and imagines atm so i thought, why not write something about my mans💜

Title: All I need

Pairing: Ashton/Y/N

Requested: Nope.

Summary: Y/N and ashton just lay with eachother, enoying one anothes presence.

Word Count: 350+

Warnings: None.

MASTERLIST   REQUEST


 His hands were placed on your waist, having you close to him, providing all the heat he needed. Your head was placed on his sweater clad chest making him look very inviting for an infinite sleep. 

 One of his skill full hands played with your locks running his rough fingertips through the ends of your hair, a habit he had picked up because of the months you had known each other. His pink, kissable lips hummed out a tune that he and his other band mates had been working on- a specific special song that he loved a little bit too much. Perhaps because it was about you. 

 Ashton’s stomach came alive with the butterflies fluttering around at the thought of singing the unknown song to you.

 His other hand drew unknown shapes on you hip. His calloused fingers spelling out all his thoughts as he pulled you closer. You hummed in appreciation loving all the attention he was currently giving you. Of course he would always have these moments with you but realistically it was rare as he was always at the studio but when these moments made their appearance you would treasure them. 

 Some old comedy reruns were playing on the television, a light buzz emitting from it. Ashton couldn’t help the small smile grace his lips. This moment was perfect. 

 You played with his fingers, grazing your finger tips all over his, making sure to give small pecks every once in awhile. You burrowed your head even further into his chest taking in his scent. Your face had also formed a subtle smile the moment meaning much to you. These were the moments you loved the most. The long tours without Ashton were worth it in the end when it came to this. The boy meant everything to you. 

 Ashton moves his face closer to your ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “You know, these moments are what keep me sane.” he whispered into your ear causing you to cuddle closer. 

 “Mhm..you’d be lost without me.” you said jokingly, letting out a giggle. 

 Ashton pinched your hip with his hand causing you to shriek. “Well you’re not wrong,” he huskily said his hands on your hips tightened, “You’re all I need, baby.”

This Tag thing

Tagged by: @alphaikar0s99 Thank you for the tag, and sorry for the late, i was a little bussy with the school

Basically the rules are to choose your 10 favorite characters from any fictional works, Anime, Games etc.

These will be in no particular order as to avoid any funny looks or head scratching.

Well, lets start

Takechi Otoya from Akuma no Riddle

Umi Sonoda from Love Live! School idol project

Yoshiko Tsushima from Love live! Sunshine!!

Raiden from Metal Gear series (but specially from Metal Gear Rising)

Hardgore Alice from Magical Girl Raising Project

Dead master from Black Rock Shooter

Elesis from Elsword

Altera/Atila from Fate series (But I love her from Fate Extella)

Margaret Moonlight from No more heroes 2

Ryobi from Senran Kagura series

Well, thats all, so i tag @fefe-homu-akemi @belphegor-xin @bisexualkananmatsuura

If you don´t like to do this things, no problem, i’m just a little bit curious about you

Constellations~Remus Lupin One-shot

A/N: Annnnnddddd I am officially 15 and have achieved my goal of spending most of my  birthday in bed. This is my present to myself. Also Y/S means Your Zodiac Sign. Gif’s not mine.

Summary: You have kept your birth date a secret from all your friends until your boyfriend, Remus questions it after learning your zodiac sign.

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x reader

Word Count: 1841

Warnings: I think there’s a swear word in here somewhere, Dysfunctional family, fluff

Masterlist

Originally posted by sppaceprincess

Nobody knew when my birthday was. Not Lily, not Alice, not even the marauders, who felt it was their personal duty to take care of after my home life crumbled. I didn’t want special treatment, I didn’t need gifts,  I didn’t want to have memories of previous, awful birthdays brought back to me. I treated my birthday like any other day, so naturally I didn’t tell anyone. If the marauders knew, I would be getting  a party in the common room, complete with decorations, presents and alcohol (Sirius’ addition to the mix). I didn’t want that though, so my birthday remained a secret, even to Remus who was my boyfriend. Until sixth year.

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Cliches

Remus Lupin x reader

Masterlist

The one thing you had always hated was cliches; it bothered you to the point of pure irritation.

Reading had always been your favorite hobby, but the characters always seemed slightly off to you. The girls were all “clumsy” and incredibly beautiful without even realizing it, and the guys were all tall and muscular. It annoyed you how every character was the same. The “clumsy, shy and beautiful” main character had become such a cliche in love stories, that you could barely read them anymore. And don’t forget about the “unique, powerful, only person who can save us all” girl. The one completely ordinary character, who suddenly was able to turn in to fucking Rapunzel and save everyone with her magical fucking hair.

You had accepted the fact that you were completely ordinary, except being a wizard. One could say you were happy about being ordinary; it gave you a sense of comfort. Being special would probably cause you way to much stress, and to be honest, you hated the idea of attention from other people.

So when you had decided to become an animagus, you pretty much expected to become something completely normal. Maybe a dog or something close to that. The fear of becoming something weird was always there though. And being friends with Sirius Black, the drama queen of Hogwarts, was not helping your paranoia.

The minute you had told him about your plan to become an animagus, he had started guessing what you would turn into. The guesses went from fly to giraffe, each one more absurd than the other. He even had a bet with James on what they thought you would become. James had guessed something cute, like a small bird. Sirius however, had guessed penguin. His reasoning for this was still unknown, and you weren’t really sure if you wanted to find out.

Sirius had spent a long time explaining why James’ guess was completely wrong;

“She isn’t going to be something cute or dainty, James. She swears like a sailor and to be honest, she isn’t very ladylike. She’s actually quite weird, which is why I chose a penguin. It matches her personality perfectly.” he finished with a smug look on his face.

To which you had responded;

“Fuck off, Black!”

To avoid the constant teasing from Sirius, you had asked Remus to be the one who would teach you. After months of practicing and having the horrible mandrake leaf in your mouth, you were finally ready.

It was a late Thursday night. You and Remus stood in an empty classroom, the tension in there obvious. You weren’t sure who was more nervous, you or him. He had gotten the idea that if anything went wrong, it would be his fault. It felt nice knowing that he worried about you, since you’d had a crush on him since third year.

Yet, if anything went wrong, you wouldn’t want him to blame himself. Scrunching your face in concentration you closed your eyes and tried to empty your head. The suspension both distracting and nerve-wracking.

“Just empty your head. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got all the time in the world” Remus said softly from beside you. Little did he know that his words made your stomach tingle with butterflies, and it was not helping at all.

Trying to ignore Remus’ presence, you followed his advice. With an empty head you focused solely on the task at hand. You bit your tongue hard from frustration as nothing seemed to happen. Just a little bit longer…
********************

“You-you turned in-into…” Sirius laughed. He could barely stand straight, James couldn’t either. Their snorts of laughter bounced off the walls in their dormitory.

Fate was cruel. Out of all the thing your animagus shape could have taken, it had to be something completely unexpected. And you didn’t want that. So many people would have killed to become special and unique, so why did it have to happen to you?
Well, you thought. At least Sirius has something to laugh about.

“Yes, I turned into a silver fox. Get over it” you tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of your mouth tugged upwards slightly. Less than three seconds later you burst out laughing as well.

“Oh, the irony. Pay up, Pads” James said whilst supporting himself on Remus.

“You didn’t win, Jamsie!” Sirius exclaimed before pointing a finger at you.

“She didn’t turn in to a bird, did she?”

“No, I guess not. But a silver fox is pretty cute. and I guessed something cute” James defended himself.

“Neither of you won, okay?” Remus sighed from besides you. You were situation on his bed in their dormitory, like you usually would on a Friday night.

“Besides, I think her animagus form is cute” he added.

“Of course you do, Moony. You’re bloody in love with the girl” Sirius teased, not really paying attention to Remus’ bewildered expression. Based on his reaction, Sirius hadn’t planned to let that slip out.

“Uh- I mean- Not in love-no. I-in loaf. Remus really loves loaf. you see” Sirius stuttered looking very guilty. James looked like he was about to burst out laughing, but stopped himself.

“Sirius, mate, the cat’s out of the bag.” he said.

No one noticed that Remus was growing redder by the second. He let out a hurried “excuse me” before leaving in a rush.

“Look what you did, you idiots” you sighed. Following Remus, you cast them one last glare.

You found him stood in the empty common room, banging his head against the wall. It almost made you laugh, but given the situation, you didn’t.

“Rem, it’s fine. I actual-”

He cut you off before you could tell him that you liked him back;

“It’s not fine, not at all. I completely ruined our friendship. I understand why you don’t like me back. No one would like a werewolf, I mean-”

“Remus”

“What?”

“I like you too”

“No, you don’t”

Now it was your turn to be confused;

“What do you mean? Of course I like you.”

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad for me”

“Would someone who only felt bad for you do this?”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before taking two long steps and putting your lips on his. Your hands gripped his neck, but for a few seconds he didn’t kiss you back. Then, almost as if he finally understood that this was actually happening, his lips started moving in sync with yours. His hands found their way to your hips, as you tugged softly on his hair. You had both thought about just how perfect this moment would be, but you would have never imagined this. His body fit against your like it was made to be there, and you poured all your emotions into the kiss. Breaking away for air, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Sirius was right”

“Huh?”

“I am bloody in love with you”

I’m sorry. This is pretty all over the place, but I have major writers block and this is the best it is gonna get. It’s also unedited, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. This is for the anon who requested a Remus imagine with a silver fox animagus, I hope it turned out okay xxx

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By Organization for Transformative Works

For KuroDai Week 2017, Day 4: Blind Date/Shotgun Wedding 


Daichi never should have agreed to this. He doesn’t even like dating. It’s awkward and contrived, and restaurants like this one, with waiters who are better dressed than he’s ever been, are specifically designed to make people like him—people who are most at home in the park, or the gym—feel like giant imposters.

He jabs the button on his phone a little harder than necessary and pulls up his text conversation with his best friend, who is also the cause of his current discomfort.

Daichi: suga wtf…this place is way too fancy
Daichi: and he’s not here yet

Suga: it’s not fancy, they just don’t serve happy meals 
Suga: and i told you you were leaving too early

Daichi: is he this kind of person? why would you set me up with someone who likes places like this?

Suga: i chose the place, you shit, because the food is excellent
Suga: please stop complaining and have a little faith in me

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