all that time and effort to make the guys face as detailed and great as the girls

The Full Potential Challenge

Ever wonder what your life would be like if you lived up to your full potential? Would your body be healthier? Your skin clearer? Bank account bigger? I think about these things all the time, and, judging my a previous post, you guys do to. Below is a chart designed to help all of us live up to our full potential. I’ve broken it down into time frames to help keep you from getting overwhelmed. Write the chart down and hang it someplace where you can see it all the time. I will be starting this challenge tomorrow, 9/8. I’ll check in with you guys every Sunday to track my progress. I have specific goals in mind for myself, and you guys should make some too! I really want to know how you guys are doing. Tag your progress posts with #sbfpc so I can track it and take a look. Let’s get to it!


  • Stretch. First thing. Really give your body enough time to wake up. Touch your toes. Roll out your shoulders. Do not hit snooze!
  • Do your full skincare routine. I have mine detailed here, but do whatever works for you and your complexion. Be gentle and consistent. 
  • Brush your teeth and floss. I used to be a big floss-skipper too, but you’d be amazed at how dig of a difference it makes. Rinse with a whitening mouthwash. I use one by Crest, and I notice a major difference in my teeth’s overall whiteness in just a few days.
  • Give yourself enough time to get ready. Whether you’re a wash-and-go kind of girl, or someone who spends an hour doing a full contouring routine before class (and either one is fine!), make sure you aren’t rushing. If you need to wake up a few minutes earlier than normal, so be it. Rushing sets an awful, stressed-out tone for the rest of the day. Allow yourself to be relaxed before taking on the day.
  • Eat something. I’m not going to say eat a big breakfast, because some people (myself included) just can’t eat in the morning. But you should eat, or at least bring a little something with you to work or school. If you can’t eat a full breakfast, grab a fruit! You won’t be as hungry come lunch time, making you less likely to gorge yourself.
  • Shower. You can do this at night, in the morning, whatever. Again, this is something you should allow some time for. I don’t wash my hair every day, but I do condition it every day (from the ears down). Scrub yourself with a delicious-smelling body wash. If you shave, make yourself as smooth as a dolphin, dude. If you don’t, then don’t and don’t ever ever ever let anyone make you feel bad or weird about it. When you get out of the shower, wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and totally slather your sexy self with lotion. Top to bottom. Do it as soon as you can post-shower so it can really sink in. 
  • Put leave-in condition throughout your damp hair and comb it through.
  • Put on an outfit that makes you feel good! So important!
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Take a look at your daily to-do list. Knock out the most pressing stuff first. Take pride when you cross things off your list.
  • Make your bed! Oh my god, make your bed. Do it. Do it. Do it. 


  • Follow the “touch it once” approach. This is a truly life-changing thing. When a task is in front of you, no matter how big or small, just do it right then and there. How many times have you gotten a work email or homework assignment and thought, “Eh, I’ll do it later”? And then later never comes? Once something pops up, do it once. Squash it and be done. Cross things off your list and feel like a badass.
  • Try to go for a walk at lunch. Even one little lap around the block or campus will reenergize you like nobody’s business. 
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Be present. This is so hard for me too, but you have to make a major effort to be present in whatever you’re doing. Be engaged and plugged-in and just exist in the moment. Give 100 percent.
  • Be friendly to friends and strangers. A smile goes a long way.
  • Eat something. Eat what you packed for lunch (see below) and take a break from working while you do it. You need “you time”!


  • Take your makeup off as soon as you’re in for the night. Wash your face with your full routine and let your skin have a break. 
  • Workout. You can also do this in the morning. Whatever works for you. Make a great playlist and go hard af. Get your cardio in. Get your strength training in. Earn every freaking sweat bead forming on your forehead. Earn your shower!
  • Knock out your homework. Life is infinitely better you don’t have anything hanging over your head. Half the time, the energy and emotion you spent dreading/putting off your work is ten times worse than the work itself.
  • Make a list of what needs to be done tomorrow. It’ll set you up for success the next day, and you won’t forget anything!
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Lay out your clothes for tomorrow. This will save you SO MUCH TIME in the morning omg I can’t even tell you how important this is.
  • Eat something great. And once you’ve decided to be done eating for the night, be done. Brush your teeth so you can’t eat again.
  • After brushing, do a whitening treatment. Whether it’s classic baking soda, a Crest white strip, or a laser. Do something. And floss! Retainers in too, ladies 0:)
  • Relax! Take a few hours to do what YOU want to do. Scroll through Tumblr, binge on some Netflix, FaceTime gossip with your friends, anything. Do whatever makes you happiest. 
  • Shut the electronics off an hour before you want to go to bed. Put your phone on sleep mode. If you stare at the screen, it will keep you awake and alert and you won’t be able to fall asleep. A good night’s sleep is crucial for weightless and general happiness lol
  • Do a quick sweep of your room and see if there’s anything you can put away real quick. A clean space is a happy space.
  • Crawl into your bed (aren’t you happy you took the time to make it?!) and read a book by lamplight for a while. When you start to feel sleepy, go to sleep. Don’t push it. You kicked ass today and you deserve rest. 


  • Do something with your friends. It just has to be one thing. Even if you’re just hanging out at the coffee shop, spending time with your squad will make you a better, happier person.
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Do something just for you. Set your laptop up in the bathroom and watch a Netflix marathon while you take a bubble bath. Buy an old school bottle of Mr. Bubbles ($3 at Target!) and really just soak. Relax. Light a candle.
  • Do something creative. You can read a book, write, blog, draw, code, anything. It just has to be something that speaks to your passion.
  • Track your progress. Just do this once a week so it doesn’t become all-consuming. And remember that non-scale victories are just as important as shedding pounds.
  • Take the time to be grateful. Tell your friend how much you admire her taste in music. Mention to your mom how much you love her cooking and how happy you are that she takes care of you. Thank your teaching after an especially interesting lecture. When you do something awesome, take a moment to admire yourself. Be grateful for even the little things.

Anything I missed? Reblog + add yours! Don’t forget to tag your progress!

Reyna’s BatB Fic Recs

To celebrate hitting the 100 follower mark (!!!), here is a list of my fav BatB fics so far that are focused on Adam/Beast and Belle’s relationship. I’ll prolly be adding to this list as I read more.

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But first, I want to remind you guys of something:

Stories take time and effort to write. As I writer myself, I know how excruciatingly awful writing can be but love it anyway bc im weird and how it feels to have someone recognize the effort that we writers put into the stories that we’ve shared with the readers.

In brief, leave a kudos. Write a comment.

Don’t know what to say? Pick your fav line and explain why it’s your fav! Keysmash! Did the author do something new with the characters? Tell them what you thought about it! Did you laugh, smile, wince at a certain part? Let them know! Too shy to say anything? Just write something like “Good job :)” or “I liked this!”.

Basically, the excitement you get at reading an amazing fic is the excitement we get for ppl reading and giving feedback on our fics, only multiplied bc these things are like our babies.

So please please please comment or give a kudos. They actually help motivate writers to write more, so if you liked a fic, be sure to tell the author! Who knows, maybe they’ll be inspired to write more fic bc you wrote an awesome review ;)

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for she had eyes and chose me by @piercephone/ @notmiliica

(psst read it right now she’s a great writer and an overall awesome person so yeah you need to read this fic asap)

Summary: a series of interconnected chapters detailing the evolution of belle and adam’s relationship over the course of their life together (WIP)

and when he could not climb, he reached by @scarfblogs

Summary: the castle came awake that night. (Complete)

I Love You Too, By The Way by @funnygirltthatbelle

Summary: Short conversation between Belle and Adam between the kiss and the reunion with the servants. Because you know Adam would be excited more by Belle being in love with him than by the curse being broken. (Complete)

pouf-pouf by @je-suis-em-jee

Summary: “Not for the first time, Belle found herself curious about the dusting of gold Plumette so often applied to the corner of her eyes and the swell of her cheeks. ‘Actually. I did have one question. How do you…’ She touched the side of her face to indicate where Plumette’s skin shimmered.
'How do I do my makeup?’
Plumette shook her head in amazement. 'There were really no other girls in Villeneuve?’”

In which Belle makes a friend and learns more about her fiance. (Complete)

When We Touched by @daysinthesuns

Summary: The five times the Beast had human contact for the first time in years, and the one time he had it as a human himself after the curse is broken. (Complete)

Lessons For The Lost by KayMoon24

Summary: Once the former Beast, newly human King Adam, alongside his newly wedded wife, Belle, attending various social gatherings featuring the rest of the Disney Royal kingdom. It gets awkward. (WIP)

Embers & Ash by telepathy

Summary: During the “Evermore” scenes in the new Beauty & the Beast film, Beast reflects. (Complete)

She’s never out of sight by @jomiddlemarch

Summary: They have a second courtship after the marriage. (Complete)

What a puzzle by @jomiddlemarch

Summary: Maurice came to dinner on Sundays. (Complete)

The Master of My Fate by @jomiddlemarch

Summary: He’d slipped into the alcove for just a moment. (vignette about Adam before the curse) (Complete)

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind..” by @kotaka-kun

Summary: What happened in the short span of time from when the Beast demanded Belle leave, to him rescuing her from the wolves. (Complete)

Behold the Beast by P_Artsypants

Summary: An alternate ending to the Disney Animated Movie. (Complete)

The Anchor by sancallisto

Summary: Chapter 1: A short vignette immediately following the transformation kiss.
Chapter 2: A short vignette immediately before the Celebration dance.
Chapter 3: A conversation that occurs the night following the breaking of the curse. A series of vignettes following Belle and Prince Adam based on the live-action Beauty and the Beast. No set number of chapters or timeline
. (WIP)

Mirrors by @greensearcher

(ok confession time so i actually haven’t read this yet but i’ve glanced through it and it looks AMAZING so yeah next free time i get imma read the whole darn thing in one sitting)

Summary: Everyone knows the Beast was selfish and unkind—which, of course, is exactly what a jealous enchantress would want the world to think. A retelling in which young Adam was an innocent victim caught up in his father’s past mistakes, and Belle a willing presence seeking to repay her own father’s debt. And with a vengeful witch on the loose, Gaston is the least of their worries. (WIP)

open doors, closed doors by  @ice23hot

Summary: Her selflessness angered him, reminded him how much he did not deserve her or the child. She looked frightened when the midwife shooed him away. Now all the prince could think of were the worried eyes that had met his before the door slammed in his face. (Belle and Adam have their first child) (WIP)

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Don’t forget to thank the authors for writing these wonderful fics! Happy reading!

AU for 12x11

Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.

“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?” 

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Masquerade 2.2: The Reunion (Jimin x Reader)

Will things have changed after 10 years?

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: The continuation of Masquerade 2.1 (<- please read before this drabble). Jimin journeys to his high school reunion, albeit unwillingly, to deal with the demons in his past. Will he be able to battle them head on or will he be swallowed up like before?

Jimin x Reader ft. other characters ;)

High school reunion au

Fluff, some slight smut, & some slight angst

Originally posted by gotjimin

           "I can’t believe you have work…“ Jimin exhaled. "I need you there with me! This is going to be horrible.”

           "I’m sorry, sweetie.“ You cupped his face, knowing he had been dreading this day for a long time now. But last minute, the lead of your show came down with a sickness so you were called in to fill in for her, even though it wasn’t your day to star. You couldn’t turn it down and forsake the show. "I believe in you, Park Jimin. Hold down the fort until I get there okay?”

           "Okay.“ He pouted, but you kissed him to placate him.

           "I love you.” You grinned, trying to ease him. “And who knows? They may have all matured like you kind of started to.”

           "Gee, I love you too.“ He rolled his eyes.

           You giggled and kissed him again. "Be good until I get there, please. Just stand by the refreshments and stuff your face.”

           He exhaled. “Break a leg on your show.”

           You smiled and grabbed your purse then with a last apologetic look, you left.

           Jimin groaned, lugging himself around the apartment you two shared, debating on faking an illness so he could get out of going. But he knew you would see through it immediately and drag him there regardless.

           He had whined and complained as much as he could since he received the invitation. He even told you his embarrassing past that he had never divulged to anyone in hopes that you would sympathize with him, but adversely, it only fueled your determination to have him go. You had said something about “showing off”, but he didn’t feel confident enough to flaunt at all. He had avoided reconnecting with anyone from high school because it reminded him about times that he would rather forget, but with one measly piece of paper, all his efforts went down the drain. You had convinced him by banning sex until he agreed to go, which was insanely unfair, but he knew that you were only doing that to force him to face his inner demons. And that this reunion was the only chance he would get to do so.

           Nervously, he parked his car in front of the hotel where it was being held. He handed his keys to the valet and before he could compose himself, someone called out to him.

           "Is that…Park Jimin??“

           He bit his lip and turned to greet the group of people warmly.

           "Yes, it’s me, Park Jimin!” he chuckled, trying to be as lighthearted as possible.

           "Oh man! You look good!“ They chimed. "And wow, what a car!”

           Jimin smiled and nodded, recognizing their faces. They definitely were people in his high school class.

           "Let’s head in dude!“ One of the guys slapped his back and threw an arm around his shoulder chummily.

           Jimin gulped and followed the crowd of his old classmates, who were chatting happily. Everyone seemed to have stayed in touch because they were asking pretty detailed and personal questions.

           "Hey guys! Names please.” The secretary of your student council back in the day greeted the group.

           "Check it out, Secretary. It’s Jimin!“ One of the guys beamed and presented you, as if he was showing off his son or something. "He used to chubby and small, but look at him, so built and fit! Still a bit on the short side, but he looks great!”

           Jimin smiled awkwardly, not enjoying the attention for once. He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or pleased by his classmate’s comments.

           "Park Jimin? You mean the playboy of our high school?“

           "Yeah he’s right there, see?”

           "I told you he looked good.“

           "He must definitely still be a playboy with that look.”

           People inside murmured excitedly as he stepped forward sheepishly.

           "Yeah, it’s me.“ he scratched the back of his head.

           The old student council secretary smiled warmly, and checked off his name on the list. "It’s good to see you, Jimin. You and your guest will be in Table 9.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin bowed and walked in.

           He hadn’t felt intimidated like this in such a long time. He headed straight for his table, throwing off his coat. He recognized the people he was seated with as some of his old dance club members so he greeted them cheerfully. Once he took his seat, they all began catching up and time passed relaxingly.

           But just when he thought that everything was going well and that maybe it wasn’t such a big mistake to come, he felt arms wrap around his neck from behind. He knew it wasn’t your touch so he tensed up, wondering who in hell was embracing him so openly.

           "I’ve been waiting for you Park Jimin.” A female whispered into his ear and he stood up abruptly, alert and flustered.

           The entire table hollered excitedly.

           "Playboy Jimin is back at it! Ow ow!“

           Jimin frowned and turned around to see who it was that was teasing him. His eyes widened when he came face-to-face with the woman he had randomly slept with out of spite for the Temptress; the first victim of his descent to Red Mask.

           "Let’s dance, Jimin.” she smirked as she grabbed his hand tightly, dragging him to the dance floor.

           He stood there, exasperated as she pressed her body against him. It was painfully obvious she was trying to rile him up and seduce him, but he felt indifferent to her advances. Stepping away to create distance between their persons, he sighed.

           "What exactly are you doing?“

           "I thought we could pick up where we left off back in high school.” She twirled his tie and fluttered her eyes flirtatiously. “I’ve been wanting to reconnect with you for some time now. I’ve heard how great you were at pleasing women, and I wanted you to jog my memory of our time in the classroom.”

           She licked her lips and leaned her face forwards towards his. Jimin furrowed his brows and grabbed her shoulders to halt her movement.

           "I’m sorry.“ he plucked his tie out of her grip. "But I have a girlfriend, and I wasn’t ever and still am not interested in you.”  

            She burst into laughter. “Really? Who are you lying to now? You don’t have a girlfriend or standards. I mean, who could love a playboy like yourself? You were even notorious in your college and word got around to mine.” She hummed and reached out to touch his face. “Or are you rejecting me because you’re still mad that I spilled our little secret?”

           Jimin exhaled, pulling her hand away from his cheek. But before he could emphasize that he was telling the truth, the ruckus by the entrance interrupted them.

           "Damn. Check that girl out! Did she go to our highschool?“

           "Dude, if she did, I totally would’ve banged her!”

           "Did she come to the wrong place?“

           "Who cares? I’m going to talk to her.”

           "But man, she’s so hott. Can you really walk up to her casually?“

           Jimin glanced over curiously and immediately perked up when he saw you waltz in, as gorgeous as ever. Surprisingly though, you hadn’t worn the outfit you originally picked out for the event. And boy was he glad you had decided to be bolder with your outfit choice. Instead of a simple, elegant black dress, you wore a skin tight, long, red dress with a high slit to expose your toned legs.  There was a gold plate around your neck holding up the fabric and a gaping hole to expose just hints of your bra-less breasts.

           In your case, you figured the more seductive attire would make up for abandoning Jimin in his time of need. And besides, you knew you needed to flaunt yourself a little. You wanted Jimin to feel confident again, especially in a place where he felt most vulnerable. If there was anything you could do to ease his worries, it was to put your charms to use. Luckily, that was your forte.  

           "Excuse me.” Jimin pushed the woman in front of him aside, much to her dissatisfaction, and swooped in beside you before any other guy had the guts to approach.

           "Hey, babe.“ He kissed your cheek. "Perfect timing.”

           You smiled and patted his tie gently, hearing the relief laced in his voice. “Been rough, huh?”

           "Unbelievably.“ he breathed. "Aaand here they come now.”

           "Jimin! My man!“

           Some guys he had never seen before came up and attempted to perform some handshake he didn’t know. It ended up as floppy hands and weird wailing noises that didn’t match the rhythm; all for the purpose of appearing close with him.

           "How have you been?”

           "Good, good.“ Jimin answered hesitantly, knowing exactly what their objective was.

           "And who is this pretty thing you’ve got on your arm?”

           "This is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Jimin introduced and you shook their hands amiably.

           "Pleasure to meet you guys.” You smiled infectiously.

           "How much did he pay you to come with him?“ They half-jested.

           You glanced at Jimin, trying to get a sense of how he was feeling about the situation. You saw he was a bit uncomfortable and tense, so you squeezed his hand gently to reassure him.

           "He pays me in fantastic sex and expensive dinners, like any boyfriend should, right?” You grinned genuinely and everyone immediately stopped laughing. A small smile splayed on Jimin’s face, amused. What had he expected from you?

           "Oh yeah. I heard he was a bit of a playboy in high school. Bet he hasn’t told you that.“ One of the guys nudged you playfully, still trying to sway you.

           Your lips curled up and shrugged. "Oh I met him in college. I know pretty much every person he’s slept with.”

           You leaned over and whispered. The guys crowded closer, magnetized to you already.

           "But I’m also not so innocent.“

           You winked seductively, and Jimin visibly saw them fall weak against your charms. You truly were a dangerous woman.

           "Well, let’s get you some dri–” Jimin tried to interject, wrapping his arm around your waist.

           "I’ll get you one! What would you like?“ one of the guys volunteered hurriedly.

           "A nice glass of champagne would be nice.” You smiled sweetly, and they all scrambled towards the table to grab you one.

           While they were off bickering, you chuckled and kissed Jimin deeply. He was taken aback by the sudden forwardness, but welcomed your affection happily.

           "What was that for?“ he hummed.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning cheekily. "Aren’t you glad I’m yours?”

           He laughed as he caressed your cheek, staring at you fondly. “I’m actually a bit scared to be honest. How far do your seductive charms go?”

           You chuckled and whispered into his ear. “Would you like to see?”

           Jimin gripped your waist tightly. “Let’s save that for later, hm?”

           You moved daringly closer to his face to softly claim, “I decide that.”

           His eyes sparkled with glee. The banter between you two always made him feel like home, and he loved how you could tease him wherever and whenever shamelessly.

           "I like that outfit choice by the way.“ Jimin grinned as he stepped back to admire you fully.

            You twirled around playfully and smirked. "You know how much I like red.”

           He bit his lip seductively as he pulled you by the waist in order to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. “I would’ve never guessed.”

           Chuckling lightly, you ran your hands through his hair as you looked at him lovingly. It still amazed you that he was all yours. But your alone time was interrupted when the guys returned and a bunch of champagne glasses were thrusted at you simultaneously. You unlatched yourself from Jimin, giggling, and chugged a few glasses coolly.

           Jimin stepped back, permitting the crowd of his classmates to surround you as he watched you enjoying yourself, amused. He was really grateful that you had come, despite probably being exhausted from your performance. You kept him level-headed, and your presence was a living reminder of how far he had come. He smiled to himself happily, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him.

           But then suddenly, something completely unexpected happened.

           The sea of men parted to make way for someone that froze him where he stood. Without a doubt, it was Temptress walking towards his girlfriend, marching towards you. She hadn’t changed much from his memory. Her face showed a few signs of aging, and she wore thicker make-up than she did back in the day, but she still had a gifted body, and an air of seduction about her.

           But it was odd.

           Although she looked almost the same as she did in high school, his heart no longer raced when he stared at her. He no longer felt magnetized to the way she combed her fingers through her hair or the way she strutted so confidently forward. He didn’t even feel anger. It was odd… but he felt nothing.

           He had worried about this encounter for years, and spent weeks being chilled with anxiety over being in the same room as Temptress once again. Then most of the reunion he made sure to avoid being in the same vicinity as you. But what was this? His heart flipped at the thought that he was no longer bound by her words, by her actions, by her name, by her existence. He felt relieved; a sense of freedom embracing him, as if a heavy burden had just been lifted. He had truly moved on from his past.

           "Yah.“ Temptress stood in front of you, boldly sporting a strapless dress, which seemed to be clutching onto her breasts for dear life.

           You blinked, wondering who this woman was. You noticed the men gawking at her nervously and in awe.

           "Yes?” You replied, standing up straighter.

           Jimin swallowed as he watched. Why had Temptress approached you? Was she going to fight you? Did she not like that someone else was getting all the attention, all the men? What should he do? He worried frantically.

           But his brain completely flat-lined at what he witnessed next. Unexpectedly, Temptress pulled you forward and locked lips with you aggressively.

           "Holy shit!“ The guys bellowed excitedly.


           Jimin’s eyes widened as he saw you push away almost instantaneously, also flabbergasted. The men cheered enthusiastically at witnessing two hott women kissing in front of them. Jimin’s heart thumped in his chest as he scurried to pull you away from her, hiding you behind him. Never in a million years had he expected that to happen.

           You were shaken up behind him, touching your lips with a stunned expression.

           "That was my girlfriend you just kissed.” Jimin defended.

           "Park Jimin?“ Temptress perked up, recognizing him immediately. "You…and her?”

           You grabbed onto Jimin’s hand, standing beside him, as if to reassure her that you two were in fact together.

           "Oh wow. I’m so happy for you.“ she smiled warmly. "You truly were my greatest student.”

           "Is that her?“ You whispered into Jimin’s ear, and he nodded subtly.

           "I’m sorry for everything I said and did to you back then. I was really messed up…I still am.” she scratched the back of her head. “And I’m glad you didn’t end up like me.”

           Jimin furrowed his brow. “But you came with someone.”

           "Oh that guy.“ Temptress snorted. "I didn’t want to look lame, coming alone. I hired him to escort me. I don’t even know him.”

           Jimin blinked. “Wh-what…?”

           "Yeah…“ she blushed sheepishly. "I’ve been wanting to apologize for awhile now. I was so insensitive, and I took advantage of your naivety and toyed with you. I thought I was entitled and amazing, like I was doing you a favor by doing those things with you, but I devalued your feelings and hurt you. So, I’m sorry….”

           Jimin glanced around as a bunch of eyes were waiting for his reply. You smiled and squeezed his hand encouragingly. He really didn’t expect this at all.

           "Um it’s okay. It’s the past.“ He found himself saying surprisingly. He had envisioned the many things that he would say to Temptress if ever he had a chance to, and needless to say, all of the conversations he had imagined weren’t nice at all. But now, he faced her and he didn’t have a single mean thing to say. What had he even been so mad and worried about? "But I don’t know if I can forgive you for kissing my girlfriend.”

           Temptress blushed.

           When did she learn to look embarrassed and timid like that? Jimin was overwhelmed. He didn’t remember this side of her at all. She was always so sure of herself and so poised.

           "I’m sorry. She was just so beautiful, stunning, and confident. It was so alluring. I couldn’t help myself.“ Temptress confessed.

           "Aww, thanks.” You cooed, quickly dropping your guard at her compliments.

           "Well yeah umm…“ Jimin coughed, trying to maintain the upper hand. "But you still shouldn’t go around randomly kissing strangers…”

           He caught you glance at him with an amused expression. He knew you were thinking that he had no right to tell someone not to kiss strangers randomly, when he had done so plenty of times himself. But that was beside the point here, he was trying to look tough and angry.

           "Well…if you and she don’t mind…would you be willing to share…her?“ Temptress squirmed, eye-ing you intently. "I really…haven’t been so taken and attracted with someone in such a long time. And I mean, you’ve become so handsome yourself, Jimin. I’d be honored.”

           Jimin grabbed your hand tightly and stepped in front of you, blocking her eyes from raking down your body ravenously. “Sorry, I don’t plan to share her. She’s mine alone.”

           "I envy you.“ she smiled sadly, accepting his rejection of her suggestion with an audible sigh. "I spent so much time hating on love…that I let a lot of good guys slip away. Now I have no idea what it was that got me so worked up about empty sex that I ended up swearing off any sort of emotional connection. I’m glad you found it despite being widely known as a playboy back in high school and through college.”

           "Thanks…I guess…“ Jimin awkwardly stated. ”…for everything too.“

           "No really.” You chimed, beaming widely. “Thank you for everything.”

           Jimin glared at you, knowing you were taking a jab at his skills in bed. Temptress blushed and grinned at your sincerity, making Jimin want to cover you up immediately. Did she really just fall for you? The woman he had scorned and hated on for years. The very woman that had tainted his purity and shown him the cruelty of falling for the wrong person. That same woman was envious of him, and was vying for you, the person he loved. It was difficult to wrap his head around the peculiar turn of events.

           "Well at least save a dance for me, Jimin’s girlfriend.“ Temptress winked playfully.

           "Y/N.” You grinned. “And will do.”

           Jimin pulled you away from the crowd, feeling as if his legs were about to give out at any moment, plus he didn’t want to think about what would happen if you ended up liking Temptress too. Regardless of how things unfolded, he had faced his past head-on and realized that he had overcome it. None of his classmates held anything against him nor did they think ill of him anymore. Temptress apologized and although it was a little mean of him, it was great seeing her jealous of him, jealous of him having love, of him having something she couldn’t get. Smiling to himself, he knew he had done something right, and that was not letting go of you.

           After that, the night progressed relatively well. He finally loosened up and was able to catch up with more of his old friends. He spoke candidly about what he did and used to do as a career, even telling everyone about how you two met and ended up getting together. Needless to say everyone was impressed by your unique love story.

           And while he conversed, you spent your time dancing, gathering as much gossip as you could about how Jimin was back in the day. As you promised, you saved a dance for Temptress and you were able to get to know her a little better. Surprisingly, you two got along really well. She wasn’t as bad as Jimin had portrayed her to be; she was actually a kind person underneath her intimidatingly bodacious appearance. Much like you and Jimin, she had just made plenty of wrong decisions that spiraled her into a dark place regarding relationships. You had been there and done that, so you truly empathized with her.

           All in all, it seemed to have been a successful reunion for everyone, and you could tell Jimin was in high spirits once again. You had missed him being so, since he had been clouded with worry and anxiety the weeks leading to the reunion. He hummed happily as he drove back home, and you watched him endearingly.  

           "Jimin.“ You called.


           "I was totally down for a threesome by the way.“

           "Seriously?” he choked out, coughing frantically, at the sudden confession.

           "Yeah. I mean, if she TAUGHT you what you know now then she must be really be something.“ You explained lightly.

           "She didn’t teach me everything!” he huffed defiantly.

           "Mhm.“ You half-hearted hummed.

           "She didn’t! And I don’t like sharing!”

           "You’ve never had a problem in the past.“ You eyed him skeptically.

           "You’re different. I don’t like sharing you.” He pouted.

           You blushed and chuckled at his words. You loved how protective and possessive he was over you; it was cute and it fluttered your heart more than you’d like to admit.

           "Do you still have feelings for her?“ You inquired.

           "No, absolutely not.”

           "Are you sure?“

           "Of course. I wasn’t worried about seeing her because I thought I’d fall for her again. I was more afraid about being less successful than everybody else. I was afraid she would still be above me, still have power over me, would still make me feel small and worthless. I was afraid to be average again…” he squeezed your hand. “But I realized something.”

           "What? That with me and Temptress combined, you would become average?“ You teased.

           Jimin groaned, "I’m trying to be romantic here!”

           "I’m sorry sweetie. Keep being romantic.“ You chuckled as you kissed his cheek to appease him. "What did you realize?”

           "I was going to say… until you ruined the mood… that I realized that with you, I’m never going to be average again, because together we’re extraordinary.“

           "Aww that’s so cheesy. Who are you and what have you done with my Chimchim?” You grinned.

           Jimin blushed and kept his eyes glued on the road, embarrassed.

           "Can you pull up over there?“ You pointed randomly.

           "Why? You need to pee?” he questioned.

           "Want to have some hott car sex?“ You suggested flirtatiously.

           Wildly and abruptly, Jimin swerved to the side of the road.  He parked the car and stared at you exasperatedly.

           "What did I say about talking dirty when I’m driving?! You know it’s dangerous!”

           "Well, can I talk dirty now that you’re not driving?“ You smirked as you crawled your fingers up his arm seductively.

           "No. Wait until we’re home.” he grumbled rebelliously as he turned back to grip the steering wheel.

           "One kiss?“ You pouted. "I did a good job today and I want a reward!”

           Jimin sighed, “Alright. One kiss, but no funny business, okay?”

           "Kay.“ You giggled and unbuckled your seatbelt eagerly.

           Before he could protest, you crashed your lips onto his and began palming him through his slacks roughly. He groaned and tried to push you off, albeit lightly, in fake resistance. You smiled, knowing he couldn’t refuse you at this point. You broke the kiss and he fluttered his eyes open, a bit dizzy from the surprise attack.

           "Park Jimin. Don’t ever let anyone tell you or make you feel like you’re average.” you whispered to him intently. “You’re fantastic at everything. Except for cooking…certain things, but you’re improving.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin rolled his eyes, but you gently placed your hands on his face, forcing him to stare at you.

           "I mean it. You’re a wonderful boyfriend, a fantastic lover, a great friend, and beloved boss. If those things didn’t happen back then, we probably wouldn’t be where we are right now. You wouldn’t be the Jimin in front of me, and it probably wouldn’t be me escorting you to your high school reunion.” Your lips curled up affectionately. “So don’t let the past haunt you anymore because you’ve built such a great present and future for yourself.”

           Jimin smiled gratefully, “Will my future have you in it?”

           You grinned, “Will you keep me in it?”

           He nodded, laughing as he leaned forward. “I plan to keep you for a very, very long time, love.”

           Sweetly, your lips found each other and perfectly melded together.

           You would’ve gone further had it not been for the cop car that pulled up behind you guys. Immediately, you parted yourselves and pretended to be on your phones.

           "Is everything okay here?“

           "Yes, sir.” Jimin smiled as soon as he rolled down the window.

           "We were just looking for directions Officer…“

           You paused as you looked up from your phone to find none other than Jeon Jungkook, grinning widely at you from the driver side window. Immediately, you gasped giddily and beamed at his presence.

           "Oh my lord. My little Kooks –You’re one hott cop!”

           "Why, thank you Noona.“ he chuckled and bowed playfully.

           "Hey, hey. No googly eyes at my girlfriend.” Jimin scolded.

           "I know, I know. Rule #1.“ Jungkook grinned. "I recognized your car and license plate while I was on patrol. Knowing you two, I figured I’d come see the action, you know.”

           Jungkook winked.

           "You little.“ Jimin pinched his cheeks harshly. "You’ve been wanting to see us in action since day one.”

           "Hey, I’d learn a lot, you know, if I got a demonstration instead of an explanation.“

           "Oh trust me, Kooks. You’re quite gifted. You’re good.” You gave him a thumbs up.

           "YOU WATCH HIS MONITOR?“ Jimin bellowed.

           "I watch EVERYONE’S monitor!” You argued.

           Jimin hesitated. “Who’s bigger?”

           "Oh my god. I’m not having this conversation Jimin.“ You rolled your eyes.

           Jungkook giggled as he tapped Jimin’s car lightly. "Well, I have to get back to work. Rule #13 hyung.”

           Jimin cracked up and fist bumped Jungkook. “You’re right.”

            “Have a good night!” Jungkook saluted you two suavely.

           "Night!“ You waved and he soon disappeared back into the road to complete his patrol. Not long after, Jimin pulled back into the main road, continuing the route home once more.

           "What’s Rule #13?” You questioned.

           Jimin chuckled, “You’ll like this one.”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously.

           "Rule #13: It’s not about the package, it’s about the delivery.“

           You and Jimin laughed hysterically all the way home.

           Once you arrived at your apartment, you scurried past him to get inside first. He curiously glanced your way, wondering why you had rushed through the door. But you simply smirked.

           "Well Mr. Park,” You threw your jacket onto the couch and posed. “Would you care to show me how you deliver that package?”

           Jimin’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips. Roughly, he grabbed your waist to pull you against his body, your faces just mere centimeters apart.



The Neighbours (Part 6)

Originally posted by cyyphr

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, Mild Angst

Summary: At last everything seemed to be going your way, you had a new flat, a nice job and fantastic friends. However, your life descends into chaos when one of Korea’s most popular boy groups, BTS move into the flat next door to you. And things go from bad to worse when you find yourself falling in love with one of them.

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These days Min Yoongi seemed to be the only thing occupying your mind. You could never get the image of him out of your head, it was liked he had been engraved into your brain. You would often find yourself going over every single intricate detail of him in your head, anything from his shy little smile, his small frame, his overwhelming presence or his frustratingly confusing personality.

He was a riddle that you were perpetually trying to work out. Every attempt you’d made so far had failed miserably, every time you found yourself a little closer, every time the distance between the two of you started closing, something would go wrong and you’d be back at square one again. It was like he was purposefully forcing the distance between you to become wider, until he was totally out of your view. Just a mere figure in the misty distance. Of course, due to your rather worrying desire to be close to him, your aggravation grew everyday. You found yourself wishing, more than anything, that he’d smile at you the same way he had before in those few brief occasions when he hadn’t been avoiding you.

Obviously, he’d gone back to his usual trick of avoidance. Not that you were surprised. It seemed to be a great skill of his. He crept around the corridors like a ghost in the dead of night, had he been leaving so ridiculously early and coming back unfeasibly late simply to avoid you? That seemed a little dramatic and Yoongi wasn’t a very dramatic person from what you understood. Perhaps your paranoia had just gone a little too far.

You hadn’t even caught sight of him since the day he unknowingly walked into your cafe. Annoyingly, you missed his face, you missed his mess of black locks and his dainty lips. Though of course, you weren’t willing to truly admit that to yourself, because as far as you were concerned, you hated Yoongi.

There was a summer storm slowly brewing outside as you open the main door to your apartment complex and slowly heave yourself up the seemingly never ending staircase, your knees feeling weak and ready to buckle. Today had been a particularly exhausting day, it had immediately gotten off to a bad start when Mina had dragged you to the gym for what she had called “a pre-work workout”. She’d seemed especially proud of her coinage of the term and her mood had been so high that when you enquired as to why she’d suddenly decided to become some sort of gym addict, she simply placed her fingers over your lips to cease any further words. In the end you’d just decided to go along with it, though your sore muscles were paying the price for that decision now.

You wonder if Yoongi likes girls who work out. You think back to that one shameful night when you had googled what their ideal types were (you had told yourself it was just research, you were merely showing a friendly, casual interest in your neighbours of course) it hadn’t said anything about Yoongi liking girls that worked out. But didn’t all guys like girls who worked out? Or did they not care? More importantly, why exactly did you care?

When finally you make it to the top of what had felt like mount Everest, you let out a long, overly- dramatic sigh as you fumble around in your bag for your keys. The keys seem to evade you and you stand for a good two minutes desperately trying to locate them, the sound of them jangling taunting you. You often swore your bag was bigger on the inside than the outside, because despite its smallness, all your possessions were forever getting lost within it. When you finally find them you almost cry out for joy, you wanted nothing more than to get inside and laze around for the remainder of the day.

Just as you are about to slide the shiny key into the lock, you hear footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. By some sort of strange intuition,you could tell who they belonged too, perhaps you’d become so obsessed you’d even perfectly memorised how his walk sounds. God, you really needed to get a life. However, in spite of that, something about the noise was different today, like he was slowly dragging his feet across the tiled floor, as if each step was a strenuous effort.

You spin around, and sure enough, you’re met with the sight of Yoongi. His hood is pulled over his head, masking the upper parts of his face, but you would probably still be able to identify him correctly from a mile away. You notice that he looks smaller than usual, he’s hunched over in an odd fashion as he ignores your presence, continuing to his front door.

“Yoongi?” you say weakly, unable to resist the temptation to call out his name. Ordinarily, you would have been able to restrain yourself, but not today, you can tell there’s something wrong with him. The whole atmosphere surrounding him is unusual, he isn’t walking with strong purpose and determination. He seems sort of…frail.

He gives a uncommunicative little hum of acknowledgement before continuing his torturously slow, painful walk. As he gets closer to you and his features reveal themselves one by one, more dread builds within you. His fairly pale skin has dropped to an even whiter colour, almost to the point of transparency, and his face is covered with a glistening sheen of sweat. His expressionless eyes seem sunken in and the surface of his lips are cracked beyond belief.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” you attempt again, determined to get some sort of answer out of him, though you aren’t sure why. If he wasn’t going to answer you, you knew in reality you should just leave him be. Yet you could not bring yourself to do such a thing.

“Yeah I’m great, everything’s just peachy” he spat back sarcastically. Hidden within the sarcasm is a frailty, one that makes you bit your lip out of anxiousness and worry.

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You are Not Alone Finale

Sister Winchester

2100 Words

Summary: During a hunt the unthinkable happens, and your brothers console you. Later on, when you realize the repercussions, Sam and Dean are there for you.

Catch Up: Part 1, Part 2

Three Weeks Later

Things had been rough, you wouldn’t lie about that. Many nights were spent sleepless, or thrashing about in nightmares, remembering the horrific event over and over again until one of your brothers would come comfort you. During the day you would often find yourself blanking out, staring at a wall, your mind lost deep in thought.

Food became tasteless, many plates often left untouched in front of you no matter how hard Dean tried to make sure it was something you would like. Dark circles formed underneath your eyes, and your clothes grew baggy from your lack of eating. A shell, that’s what you felt like. A lifeless version of your former self, left to fade away to nothing unless you did something about it.

Throught these rough weeks, your brothers had been constantly by your side, passing by hunts just to make sure you were okay. Both were kind, and attentive, making sure food and water was always available in case you would try to eat. They bought movies you liked, gave you special smelling body wash to urge you to take care of yourself. It wasn’t those things that mattered so much to you. It was the quiet support they gave you. With the gentle hugs, or squeezing your shoulder as they walked by. Letting you know they were there for you, and would always be.

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Trust pt. 1

Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: Can you write a Remus imagine where he and the reader are a couple but he doesn’t tell her that he is a werewolf and she feels sad plus the girl is a really clumsy wizard so she feels like she doesn’t belong in Hogwarts and she leaves and goes home. After some days she gets a letter from the boys about Remus being hurt and she goes back to the school and he tells her that he is a werewolf. I know it’s too detailed but pleeease write it for me with a lot of fluff and don’t forget to make me cry

Part 2

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Remus walks into the room quietly, treading carefully so as to not wake Y/N up. Slowly shutting the door behind him, he makes his way to his bed and pulls his shirt over his head, wincing as he catches sight of some of the cuts on his chest. He slides under the covers and places his arm over Y/N’s waist and she stirs slightly at the feel of the added weight. “Where were you?” Y/N asks sleepily, yawning as she turns to face her boyfriend. “Er – nowhere,” he responds, placing a swift peck to her lips, and lying her back down. The minute her head hits the pillow she falls back asleep, making Remus let out a relieved breath and snuggle closer to her. Before he can really fall asleep, the door creaks open again and James walks in. On his way to his own bed, he glances over at Remus and Y/N cuddled together and sighs. “Moony… you have to tell her,” he says quietly, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping girl up as he addresses his friend. Remus lies still, pretending to be asleep so that he doesn’t have to respond. “I know you’re awake, Moony,” James mutters, shaking his head, but lets it go and flops into his own bed with a huge yawn.

The next day, a Saturday, Remus wakes up to an empty bed. Glancing around the room, he sees that all the other beds in the dorm are occupied except for James’. Confused, he gets up and walks out the door whilst pulling on a shirt. On his way down the stairs to the common room he hears soft voices and pauses slightly, straining to hear the conversation, and by virtue of the early hour, he is able to pick up snippets of conversation. “… I think he’s hiding something from me.” His eyes narrow when he recognizes Y/N’s voice and takes another step to get a little closer. “He… um… well, Y/N –” Remus closes his eyes and groans internally as he listens to James fumbling for an answer, but he’s saved by Y/N cutting him off. “I’m his girlfriend, and it just – it hurts that he thinks he can’t trust me,” Y/N says in a soft, wavering voice and Remus’ heart breaks when he hears it and he blocks out the rest of the conversation. He just wants to keep her safe. Telling her about being a werewolf would just hurt her even more. He stands there for a couple minutes, his eyes squeezed shut, but eventually he takes the last couple of steps down and moves into the common room.

Y/N glances up as he enters the room, the expression of intense focus on her face faltering slightly when she sees her boyfriend. “Hi, Remus,” she says, slightly tentatively. Remus returns the smile and strides over to her, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. When they break away, he glances at James who’s standing slightly to the side. “W-what’re you guys doing?” Y/N pulls the notes on the table towards her and points her wand towards the goblet that James nicked from the great hall again. “James is helping me with transfiguration. I-I’m having some trouble with that class.” Taking in her defeated expression, Remus puts an encouraging arm around her shoulder. “Love, you can do this. Just focus, okay?” Y/N looks up, smiling softly at Remus’ efforts to make her feel better, but the distraction makes her concentration waver and the room is suddenly filled with a loud bang. Y/N gasps slightly and rushes towards James, who is on the floor groaning as he tries to push the collapsed table off of him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Tears begin to fill Y/N’s eyes as she takes in the form of the boy, cursing herself for being so clumsy. “’S-‘s alright,” James lets out through clenched teeth. Remus finally succeeds in tugging the table off of him and, with a wave of his wand, adds the table leg that Y/N had accidently vanished. James hops up, already brushing the injury off, and throws his arms around Y/N who has tears streaming down her face. Remus looks around, noticing for the first time the students who heard the sound flooding into the common room, taking in the scene. Pulling Y/N out of James’ grasp, he intertwines his fingers in hers and tugs her out of the common room. “C’mon, love, let’s get you some breakfast.”

“Have any of you seen Y/N?” Remus asks, wild with worry. He hasn’t seen her since breakfast and neither have any of her friends or the other marauders. Sirius jumps up when he sees the anxiety in Remus’ face and places a consoling hand on his shoulder. “’S okay, mate, she’ll turn up soon.” The minute the words leave his mouth, Y/N appears from the door to the girls dormitory stairs. Remus rushes over to her and envelops her in a hug. He’s so relieved to see her that, at first, he doesn’t notice the suitcase that he’s lugging behind her, but after a few seconds, he pulls away and furrows his brow. “What is that?” he inquires, pointing towards the trunk in her hands. Y/N doesn’t meet her eyes when she responds. “I’m leaving,” she mutters under her breath. At first, Remus doesn’t get it and simply nods his head without understanding. After the words sink in, however, his eyes widen and he backs away slightly. “W-what? Love, I… I don’t…” he trails off as he stares at Y/N, who finally raises her tear-filled eyes to meet him. “I don’t belong here, Remus. I’m not a very good witch.” She chuckles softly, trying to inject some humor into the situation, but she fails when a tear rolls down her face. “And… and there are people that don’t really trust me here.” Remus’ face falls at that, remembering the conversation he had overheard earlier in the day. “Y/N, love… please, just stay, I’ll help you –” Y/N cuts him off by leaning up and placing a soft kiss to his lips. He reaches up and cups her cheek in his hand, wiping her tear off with his thumb and reveling in the familiar feeling of her soft skin and sweet lips. She pulls away far too soon and, before he can gather his wits, she’s gone.

No Broken Hearts [Taehyung]

Originally posted by chimchams

Genre: Angst

Part One // Part Two

Word Count: 1,587

Summary: If he thought you weren’t good enough, then it was his own loss. 

“Is he still out? Didn’t Namjoon say they already ended practice?” said Mina as you shuffled around your kitchen in search of snacks. You readjusted your phone as you dragged a chair over to rummage through the higher cabinets and shelves.

“Tae said he bumped into some old classmates of his and they were going out for dinner. You wanna come over and have a movie night?” you suggested, finally spotting a box of cookies. 

Originally, you had planned to do a movie night with Taehyung since it had been a while since he had time to spend with you. With BTS promoting their new album, it was expected that Taehyung would be very busy so it didn’t phase you much. It didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt that he couldn’t make it tonight but life goes on. He had promised to come over tomorrow so you weren’t too upset at him.

“Aw come on, Y/N! Let’s go out for once, you’re always at home. There’s this really good club near Seolhyun’s apartment, let’s go there!” Mina whined and you rolled your eyes at her antics. The girls were always roping you into clubbing with them and it wasn’t like you were completely against it. It was a nice way to loosen up but you usually only had a drink or two before deciding you had enough of the wandering hands.

“I don’t know, are you going to hook up with someone and ditch me behind?” you questioned, laughing at Mina’s excuses. “Fine, but you’re buying me a drink.”

“Great! I’ll be over in an hour with Seolhyun!” 

Once Mina made it to your apartment, you had already finished with curling your hair to hide the greasy hair. You weren’t looking for a hook up- Taehyung was all you needed, after all. But you knew Seolhyun and Mina would throw a fit if you didn’t put in a little effort.

“Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” You looked up at Mina, confused. Her pretty face was twisted in a scowl at your choice of clothing. Rolling your eyes at her, you examined the outfit you had chose- simple black jeans with one of Tae’s sweaters. 

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be windy tonight. You’re gonna freeze and I’ll have the last laugh,” you grinned widely at Mina and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“Whatever, just tell me you won’t be spending your whole time at the bar and not dancing.” You just smirked at Mina.

“You know me so well.”

After picking Seolhyun up, who also rolled her eyes at you, the three of you made it to the club. Both Seolhyun and Mina were buzzing with excitement while you just nodded along to their chattering. Your mind was running through which drink to get and how long you would even stay. You estimated that within two hours you would lose interest and leave to drown yourself in ice cream in the comfort of your own home.

The thudding bass only increased in intensity as you all entered the club. It was decently full, the whole dance floor crowded with people. You grimaced at the sight and brushed off Mina’s offer to dance. There was no way you were going to allow that many people to be pressed up against you. You told the girls you’d be at the bar if they needed anything and would text them if you left early.

Settling in at the bar, you ordered your first drink. The bartender gave you a friendly smile before heading to prepare your drink. You leaned your back against the counter and let your eyes take in the scene around you. Bodies pressed flush against each other, booming music that sent vibrations through your body- this was the life your friends were addicted to. You, however, didn’t quite understand the appeal but it wasn’t a terrible place to be.

While you were scanning around the club, you noticed a couple tucked away at the opposite side of the bar- causing you to freeze. The woman rested her hand on the man’s thigh, whispering into his ear. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was probably saying, judging by the smirk on his face. She reached her other hand upwards to play with the familiar red hair of the male. They were so engrossed with each other’s presence that they didn’t even notice you staring at them. The male smiled so warmly at the woman that your breath hitched- you hadn’t seen that smile in months.

You blankly stared at your Taehyung with another woman. 

Still frozen and processing what was happening, you watched helplessly as Taehyung leaned down to capture her lips. You didn’t understand, why was he here and who was she?

A clink from behind you startled you out of your daze. You twisted around to see the bartender had finished with your drink. The bartender raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t say a word as he left to tend to the other customers.

“Out with some old classmates my ass,” you snarled bitterly, glaring at your drink. Had the short time you two spent apart affected Taehyung that much? Were you not enough for him that he felt the need to find another girl to entertain him? 

No, you thought, he’s in the wrong

Without thinking anymore of it, you downed your drink and turned to face the couple. A new confidence filled you and you strutted over to the couple, interrupting their make out session with a tap on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Aish, what do y-” Taehyung turned and his jaw slackened at the sight of you. The girl next to him just scowled at you, sizing you up. She smirked at you while Taehyung’s mouth opened and closed, desperately trying to form words to explain the situation.

You gave them both your sweetest smile. “Where are your old classmates?”

Taehyung tried to stammer out an excuse but you weren’t having it. You quickly directed your attention to the girl. “Oh my, sorry, are you the old classmate he was talking about? I can see you guys were really enjoying catching up,” you sarcastically drawled, Taehyung visibly flinching at your words. 

The girl flushed red before stuttering, “I-I’m his girlfriend.”

Taehyung’s face paled as you only continued to smile at her, your smile evidently fake. 

“What a coincidence, I thought that was true for me too. But look at how it turned out,” you mumbled, your gaze fixating onto Taehyung. His eyes pleaded with your fiery ones. 

It was Taehyung’s mistake, not yours. You had been so understanding with his late practices and promotions, not once voicing a complaint. You had given him your full support and attention, making sure you messaged him everyday even when you had exams to prepare for. You had assumed he would do the same if he was in your shoes, because you thought he loved you.

You were clearly wrong though.

“Y/N, let me explain,” Taehyung pleaded, voice cracking. You just chuckled at him. 

 “Explain what? You want to give me more details on how much you enjoyed shoving your tongue down her throat? Or maybe you accidentally slipped and your tongues just ended up together?” Your gaze was detached as the words slipped out. You had given him everything and it wasn’t enough for him. So you were done with him, it was his own goddamn loss anyways. “I don’t want excuses. We’re over, Kim Taehyung.” 

Taehyung’s eyes started tearing up but you weren’t having any of it. You turned away from him and to the girl. “Enjoy him while you can, I wonder how long it’ll take before he finds a replacement for you too.” 

The girl gaped at you as you took a seat again at the bar. Your change in attitude was messing with them and you let out a loud sigh once you noticed they still hadn’t moved from their places. “Listen, you guys should be leaving right now.”

The girl huffed at your attitude. “Why should we be the ones to leave? Now that you know, you should leave.” You laughed at her.

“Listen bitch, I wasn’t the one that got caught cheating. Why should I be the one to leave when I’ve done nothing wrong? I came here to enjoy myself and that’s what I’m going to do. So bye!” you finished in a sing-song voice, before swiveling your seat back to the bartender who was trying his best not to laugh. 

Taehyung had looked like he wanted to say more, but what was there to say? You let out a sigh of relief when you heard the couple leave.

“Sorry to eavesdrop, but are you okay? Seemed like a bad situation to be in,” the bartender commented, shifting back and forth. You offered a weak smile.

“Yeah, well I came her to have fun. No broken hearts in the club, right?” you joked, voice catching at the end. You awkwardly cleared your throat, all the confidence and attitude from earlier ebbing away.

The bartender gave you a sad smile, setting down a cup in front of you. Without another word, he started filling it up.

“No tears in the club. You came to have fun, not mope around. Just remember, it’s his loss, right?” You let out a soft laugh and lifted your drink towards him. You weren’t going to let him ruin you. It was his mistake, not yours.

“Yup, his loss.” 

Royal Trouble (Thranduil x reader)

Chapter 17

Thranduil wastes no time in locating Talia. It’s not hard to guess where she spends most of time considering her reputation and upon reaching his destination Thranduil is met with what can only be described as noises royalty shouldn’t hear.

Bursting into Talia’s chamber unannounced, the King is not at all surprised to find her half-naked on top of one of his soldiers.

“I expected nothing less.”

“Oh…my king…I was not expecting you…”

She smirks, climbing off the soldier as he scrambles to attention still nude. Thranduil doesn’t acknowledge him, he’s too focused on Talia who is now fully facing him, sprawled languidly across the bed. Suddenly the soldier shoots out of the room as the king lets out a fierce growl and lunges at Talia, pushing her flat against the bed constricting her throat in his iron grip. With his other hand holding his sword he rests the tip against her throat, pressing it with the slightest bit of pressure. Her eyes immediately widen with shock as she begins spluttering and choking, desperate for breath, yet she continues to provoke him.

“You’ll never kill me. You wouldn’t risk it.”

Tightening his grip, Thranduil leans into her, hissing angrily.

“Are you sure of that?”


“You have threatened Ariella, my son, my people and myself. If you think I am forgiving, you are mistaken. But, you are right…”

He releases his grip on Talia and she coughs violently, struggling for breath.

“I will not kill you. Nor will I throw you in the dungeons…”

Talia locks eyes with him not daring to question what he has in store for her.

“ not fear, Lady Talia..”

He grins sensing her panic. 

Lowering his voice to a deep whisper, he rests his hand on her shoulder and lets out a sinister chuckle that causes Talia to feel strangely exposed and incredibly vulnerable.

“…I am confident you will enjoy what I have planned for you.”


Crowded round the top end of the council table, you, Thranduil, Haldir and Legolas partake in discussing this new turn of events. Much to your delight, the king had returned to you without cutting off Talia’s head (despite secretly wanting him to, it would have been an invitation to war). Instead, he proposes something quite different.

“You should not have invited her here.”

“Legolas, if I had not done so, she would have come by her own will and it is almost certain that she would have endeavoured to cause even more damage than she already has done.”

Legolas shakes his head and Nym mirrors him. Yet one thing continues to puzzle you, what was his intention in inviting her here?

“I don’t understand, if you knew what she was like, why would you want her to come here and marry Legolas?”

“My intention was not for them to marry… I simply saw it as an opportunity to keep her under close watch and it wasn’t exactly a secret that she favoured my son. I knew she wished to become Queen, so naturally she would never have declined my invitation.”

“That may be so, Ada, but now what? How long did you intend on her staying here?”

“Actually that has been sorted. Talia is to marry an elf of…how can I put this lightly…less respectable birth.”

“An arranged marriage!?”

Both you and Haldir exclaim, exchanging surprised looks. Nym, on the other hand, beams with pride, taking the lead, he puts his hand across his chest and closes his eyes.  

“Yes, my good friend Rhangyl, he’s a very– uhh, less respectable?”

Realising the King’s harsh words against his close friend, Nym’s eyes fly open.

“My King, Rhangyl may lack certain aesthetic features, nevertheless, I can assure you-“

“He is a physical anomaly to his race. He has failed at every physical task to qualify as a guard and is therefore resigned to the kitchen with the maids, he has the brain size of a nut and the height of- well, he could practically pass as a dwarf.”

Nym looks dejected and remains silent until something makes him light up.

“……although, he does make a great leek and potato pie.”

You can’t help but giggle slightly. As one of Nym’s friends it isn’t that hard to imagine what he must be like, but despite this, having never met this Rhangyl, you already pity him: who in this realm would want to marry her?!

Haldir still looks puzzled.

“But her family…won’t they refuse?“

“I already have Talia’s consent, she knows what will happen if she fails to go through with this, and as for her family, I am to have them believe Rhangyl is a distant relation to Celeborn – they would not dare question such a connection…as hard it may be with his looks…”

Nym releases a soft grunt, offended by the King’s remark.

“..the papers are being drawn up and he has agreed to sign his mark. Talia has long been under the watch of many realms, thankfully we are not the only ones wanting rid of her.”

You begin to think over this plan and turn your attention to Nym.

“Does your friend want to marry her?”

He answers slowly.

“…He…well, to be direct with you Lady Ariella, Rhangyl has been, despite my best efforts, failing at courting any such woman. Therefore, when I put the King’s proposition to him he was more than thrilled. I did leave out some minor details concerning her treacherous behaviour, but he seems very content with what he knows so I left him with that.”

Poor guy, he has no clue what he’s in for.

Thranduil focuses back on the task at hand.

“Now, I’m afraid in order for this deception to work, we must perform the wedding as if it were a true royal wedding…”

A collective sigh sounds from everyone standing.

“..which means everyone will have to play a role and assist in the ceremony.”

“Would it not have been easier to kill the-“


“So, what now? Where is she?”

“Tauriel is guarding her. I have sent a messenger to inform her family of the match and the wedding is to take place in two days. I will send you further details to let you know what is required of you. For now that is all.”

Legolas turns to leave, mumbling.

“The sooner this is over the better.”

As the rest begin to leave the council room, Haldir approaches you.

“Lady Ariella, I do hope you are feeling safer now, telling the King was the right thing to do.”

“Yes, I am, thank you Haldir…”

You take his hand and whisper softly.

“…for everything.”

He nods understanding your gesture. Without Haldir there you may have gone a little bit crazy.

“Good, I am glad. Good day, my lady.”

He bows before leaving and as you turn to find Thranduil, he is already by your side entwining his hand with yours as he smiles, watching you gently blush.

Suddenly, Nym pops up out of nowhere to whisper over your shoulder.

“Who knows…perhaps one day you’ll be the princess marrying our own royalty…”

He winks at you as he walks away, leaving Thranduil smiling at you. He’s clearly heard Nym’s comment. Your face quickly turns red as the two of you are once again alone. With your gaze now to the floor, Thranduil takes your hand leading you towards the balcony.

“You know, he isn’t all that senseless.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind…”

Smiling, Thranduil kisses your forehead as you ponder just what he means. With his arms wrapped around your waist, you couldn’t feel any safer than you do right now.

“Tell me, Ariella…are you feeling happier now?”

Looking out over the treetops, you rest your head against his chest as he caresses your cheek, a light breeze tickling your skin.

“Yes, much happier.”

“Mmm, I’m glad to hear it.”

As you begin to feel sleep taking over you, Thranduil gently removes his arms from around you as he wanders back inside.

“Wait here, I have something for you…”

Taking in the view, you travel further along the balcony, attempting to see for as far as your eyes will let you. Finding the best spot, you lean out across the wooden barrier, noticing how thousands of tiny leaves had been carved to create one huge winding bar that stops you from falling. It is at that time where the night is now melting into the day, the light from the sun is fading as the sky begins to darken and the moon makes its first appearance.

Little rays of silver light begin to dance across your arms and the moon’s reflection is shining in your eyes. Your hair delicately whirls across your shoulders and you close your eyes, listening to the silence of the night, it’s the most peace you’ve had in days.

“It must be-…”

Not hearing Thranduil return, he catches you taking in the serenity of his realm.

“I have never seen such beauty…”

You open your eyes and turn around to see him observing you like no man has ever done before; it is almost as if it pains him to watch you. Smiling you walk over to him and gently touch his cheek, he almost moans at your touch as he leans into your hand and you feel him relax.


He sighs, you can tell in his voice he needs more of you.

“My king?

Instead of replying he kisses you passionately, removing your hand from his face he pins both your arms behind your back, lifting you up on top of the barriers, his arm rests behind your back, careful to support you enough to keep you from falling. Wrapping your legs around his waist he grunts as you pull back slightly after every kiss to tease him. You enjoy the little chances of teasing him that you get, after all, he is the one who does it most often and sometimes a girl has to return the favour. But you also know Thranduil has no patience whatsoever, and that teasing him only fuels his lack of restraint – which you also enjoy.


He warns, pulling you even closer, fully aware of your trick. But this doesn’t stop you. Smirking against his kisses, as he quickly removes your underwear, you recall Nym telling you one of his outrageous tales of elvish kinks he has bared witness to over the years. Desperately wanting to see if this one held any truth, you begin to stroke Thranduil’s hair, slowly nearing his ear, yet you are suddenly distracted as he begins to kiss your neck, making you want him in you now. But you resist. You lean in and trail kisses along the edge of his ear, immediately causing him to bite down on your neck, releasing a guttural groan you’ve never heard before. It instinctively causes you to part your legs wider as you feel the strain of his erection the fabric between you.

Before you can even continue in exploring the other sounds Thranduil would make if you repeated your actions, he hikes up your dress and plunges two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and cling to his shoulder. He smirks at feeling how wet you are already, adding to the urgency of this thrusts. It’s not long before you feel the tension building, craving more of him you begin to moan into his hair.


“What was that princess?”

“I-…need y-you…”

You wine, squirming and pleading against him, desperate for him to fuck you already. The cold air is now making the heat of your arousal even more noticeable and as you continue to mumble incomprehensible words, Thranduil removes his fingers and replaces them with the tip of his cock, but before he enters you, he pauses.

“Look at me.”

You sigh, looking into his crystal blue eyes as he gently slides into you, eliciting a whimper that is immediately silenced with his mouth on yours. It seemed at every moment you were about to gasp or moan, his lips would refuse to let a sound escape your mouth as if every sound you made belonged to him. Within minutes you feel yourself climbing higher as the tension within you grows with each thrust he makes. As your walls start to restrict his movement, you hear him growl with frustration and he speeds up, wanting his own release as much as yours.


Becoming desperate he grabs your hips and does long sharp thrusts that he knows bring you to orgasm. Within seconds of doing so, you are struggling for breath and on the verge of crying with the need to release.

“I can’t- I…”

Silencing you once again, he kisses you just long enough not to make you faint. Still edging you to bliss, Thranduil rips down the top half of your dress to expose your breasts. He groans at the sight of them bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his thrusts inside you. As you reach out to hold onto him he pulls you closer, dipping his head down slightly whispering words that bring you over the edge as he thrusts deeper and longer. Your release triggers his and with a deep moan, Thranduil cums inside you. You feel the warmth spread down your thigh as you collapse forward onto him quietly whining from the pleasure. Thranduil hushes you and strokes your hair splayed across your back as he regains his breath. Lifting you up off the barrier, Thranduil carries you back inside and heads to his chamber.

“So beautiful…”

You hear him whisper as you doze off against his chest - telling Thranduil about Talia certainly has its perks after all.


Actors Relate Awareness # 1 Vinchelle = Vin & Michelle

“It met him on set of the first movie, actually. It was his fault I was in the movie. He saw my indie film “Girlfight,” and requested me to play his girlfriend in “The Fast and the Furious.” They read me in New York, and I got cast right away.“ –Michelle Rodriguez 

Vinchelle is at the top of my list when it comes to actor relationships that I admire. They first met through the first Fast and Furious movie and with the situation of Vin not only understanding but also standing up for her desires when it came to her character in the series they became quick friends despite her first impression of thinking he would be a dick. They’ve known each other more than ten years and that respect remains intact with how they treat and represent each other in the eye view of their audience and the media alike. I think no matter what it always come back to that first movie where you first get to see their chemistry. Its amazing to think of how far both of their careers and their own personal relationship has grown just from the development of these characters. Even though originally Michelle’s character Letty was supposed to leave Dom for Brian, its very difficult to not only imagine what that would be like but the ripple effects it would’ve had. Given these two actors chemistry which has impacted not only the story but its audience, that original storyline would have made everything totally different. 

“In the script, she was with the Dom character and she was trying to get with the Paul Walker character. I thought that was stupid. First of all, no girl would leave the toughest guy for a weaker one. In the eyes of the street, it doesn’t work like that. I didn’t want to be a slut. I felt like a lot of Latinas in Hollywood were doing that, and that’s not how I wanted to be viewed by millions of people around the world. I was crying on set, and I remember Rob [Cohen] thinking, “I’m trying to make a good movie with fast cars, what are you bitching about?” I remember Vin saying, “I got this. I’m going to take a bullet for you, kiddo.” “Vin was the first one to pull me to the side while I was crying,” she declared. “And he just looked at me and said, ‘I got your back. Chill out and let me handle this, and you’re right — it makes me look bad anyway.’ And there you go. That was beginning of the Letty fairytale.”Michelle Rodriguez

I love when actors who work together find that they have similar thoughts or outlooks that helps them bond and even sometimes helps their careers through this communication. I think Vinchelle is a prime example of this kind of partnership. It’s clear just from their interviews together that they are two people who actually have an open communication and who agree and see things from some of the same levels. I watched their Pico interview and what I saw take place can only be described as chemistry and a cosmic bond, it’s the language of two people who know each other and that takes form in different ways vocally and nonverbally. She knows what type of character he wishes to portray and after he ask her to describe the thought process behind that desire you can tell that they’ve had in depth conversations about it and that it’s a topic they are both passionate about because it’s something Michelle herself speaks on a lot. Music taste and such things that are cues to actually knowing a person are known between them and it’s just great to see a friendship that has bonded through a shared passion of creativity.

“I fought for that one too! I fought for the punch, because they didn’t think a girl would ever get involved,” she added. “It’s like, have you ever been to the ghetto, homie? If your boys are fighting and you don’t fight, they make fun of you, they crack on you, and they’d probably kick you out of the group.”Michelle Rodriguez

“Yeah I mean we have a very, very strong relationship. Uh, we’ve been (pause) friends for so long and there’s so much trust. When the pre-production phase happens I usually invite her in to the writing phase. That’s how much I respect her creativity and her brain. She’s actually, no one realizes, but she’s actually a brilliant screen writer. I have worked with her on that. She’s dedicated in a real refreshing way, a way that you don’t always see. She’s willing to do anything to make the film special.”Vin Diesel 

Michelle is a very vocal woman, she speaks her mind with a frankness that some might consider inappropriate, because the media only likes to talk about bad stuff most think she’s wild and not so serious. You forget that she has two cats, that she doesn’t like make-up that much unless shes working, that if you actually listen and comprehend what she’s trying to say instead of looking for fault, you’ll actually find that she’s actually very deep, conscious aware of the world today and history itself. As an actress she really has this integrity of thinking about the story than herself. And not every actor/actress can say that. Women, def women in a minority group has a smaller window so it’s easier to fall to temptation to get your name out there or to just have a job because the pickings are slim and even if you get past that there’s other elements to worry about. My favorite actresses I feel that they’re all conscious of not only their character but the story itself, that desire to be a part of a concrete piece of work. Often these actress still get disrespected, looked down upon, and often put into a box so others don’t have to think about their real worth and the struggle to get where they’ve gotten. Michelle is one of those actresses, people are okay with categorizing her as the wild party girl so they don’t have to acknowledge her work ethic. Everyone behind the scenes has been called a genius, but people forget to name Michelle – the vocal actress that’s stopped them from making quite a few plot mistakes. And that’s why I respect Vin so much not only because he stood for her at a time she needed him to but because advocates, never slow on the uptake to let people know about the facets of her they not yet know of.

“It’s like losing a limb. I can’t explain it any other way. It was hard. I could see it. He’s a quiet, reserved guy when it comes to emotion. For him to f—ing show how he feels. He’s old-school alpha male. I think the only time Vin was able to show his true emotions about everything that happened was when the movie was finally cut and they showed it to us. That was the first time Vin breathed and let go. He texted me right after and I had a long conversation with him.
I’m incredibly impressed with Universal and the entire “Fast” family. Everyone felt the weight of doing the best work they possibly could to make sure [Paul’s] legacy is something that can be revered. That was the biggest worry for me and Vin. How are they going to approach it? It’s not only a celebration. It’s also a goodbye. They could have been announcing other movies. That would have been an abomination. I’m so happy they were classy about it. I just feel like everybody came through 150 percent”
Michelle Rodriguez 

After Paul Walker’s death, there were people who seemed discontent with what they felt were lack of emotionalism of Vin’s part. It’s disrespectful to act like everyone shows emotions the same, and these people obviously know nothing about Vin Diesel. I like to call Vin Mr. Poker Face because you have to look deep for cues of his emotions, he’s very quiet and very reserved. Quite often in interviews, he looks down a lot, he shuffles and fidgets a lot or he’s very excitable. In interviews with Michelle he often ask her to speak when they have to go into detail about anything or when given the a option question he looks at her to go first (even though because of that laugh-laugh moment he usually ends up going first anyway). I personally see elements of the actors in their F&F characters and while the sunglasses is catered to by both Dom and Vin, Vin isn’t as wordy as Dom. When any emotion comes into play with Vin while speaking that emotion shines through, and sometimes his excitement or emotionalism causes him to lose words and such things, this is another reason he lets Michelle explain things on top of just liking how eloquently she puts things. You can tell Vin is always aware of the audience and he tries not to offend anyone. It was horrible to see people try to denounce that friendship he and Paul had, it’s great when people like Michelle who was around both men speak on how their relationship really was. 

“She’s very brave. Too brave. It scares me sometimes. Everything I feel for her is shown in the movie through Dom’s efforts. If it wasn’t for Michelle Rodriguez, there wouldn’t be any Fast & Furious 6. - Vin Diesel

“I love Vin because he’s got that gangsta ass street cred that you don’t get a lot with people who play tough. You know…he’s got this…it’s in his eyes you know. It’s like I grew up in the hood just like you kinda thing, so you know I vibe with that. I’m like yeeeaaaah homie. Started from the bottom now we’re hurr (laughs) I love that. So every time I look at him I think of it. I think of how we just came from…out of nowhere…into Hollywood and introduced to Hollywood with this franchise….”Michelle Rodriguez 

These are probably my favorite quotes they have about on another. It’s not just because of the descriptors they draw about each other, or the obvious emotion, but because their quotes reflect also on who they are themselves. The F&F franchise is ingrained in their friendship not only because its where they met and connect but because the series is symbol for their own journey. Like Michelle say’s ‘Started from the bottom no we’re here’ that’s both true for the series and them as individuals in their careers. You can tell that Michelle’s past is deeply a part of who she is, it plays part in how she views people and herself, it plays as both a motivation and an experience that she draws from to connect with work in her career. I think the ideal of being able to look at someone and see the reflection of how far you both have come is a flooring thing really. It’s also one of my favorite things about these two because they do reflect off each other a lot, rather from similarities or differences – either way it’s a combination they’ve used to balance out the odds, what one lacks the other may have. There’s that great balance of respect, and admiration. Although Michelle’s responses are funny when Vin starts to compliment her on any level, which I find interesting because she has no problem complimenting others. She’s very down to earth, with this openness about her work and her thoughts on societal issues, everything comes off more as a conversation instead of anything actually formal. 

“I didn’t do two or three because Vin wasn’t in them. And I knew he was my only rock. I don’t fight over action. I don’t care who is beating up who. I fight for integrity. Vin was my only back up. There were too many cooks in the kitchen. I didn’t want to deal with all the chaos.” –Michelle Rodriguez
“I would work with Vin any of day of the week outside of Fast, it’s just that when you have that connection like Letty and Dom do in the Fast and Furious franchise, it’s like we look at other projects and we’re like uhh…it’s kinda whack compared to what we already got going on (…) when I have something special, I like to keep it special. I don’t like to mess with it. But who knows, maybe there’s something really cool that will come down the line that Vin would wanna do and where we’d get to work together on the project. That’d be awesome. But so far it’s just that Dom and Letty relationship is just so awesome, I couldn’t compete with it.” -Michelle Rodriguez

I personally am all for them working together on another project. I’d kill to see them in something that reinvents their chemistry dynamic. Michelle hasn’t really played in any mystical fantasy type movies like Vin likes to do and while I’d love to see that happen Vin’s little love interest in those movies are either nonexistent or they die >.> I’m not here for that. I’d love to see them in a kickass type of action flick, I don’t mean like F&F because that’s a total different type of action, I mean something like Mr. & Mrs. Smith (but not that plot line cause I’m not talking about revamping the movie) I just want that type of partnership hand to hand action. The dynamic is so different. Playing Letty and Dom they never really got to play strangers even with the amnesia that past was still present in the movie. It would be interesting to see what that kind interaction would look like for them. I’m down for a modern type of Bonnie & Clyde rendition with their own flare, or something dark and edgy (they’d make a sexy B&C – But I’d like for them to not die…or end up in jail)…anything with stealing, some gun action, and a fight scene or two thrown in. Unfortunately, they haven’t found a script that moves them enough and honestly I think for them ever to really work together outside the factor of Letty and Dom its gonna have to be an idea they both collectively imagine and pitch. I keep my fingers crossed but truly that’s something only time can tell. But truly, I’m happy that we’ve been blessed with their pieces together that we already have.

“This chemical connection is something you can’t fake. Me and Vin got chemistry. And we’ve got a 13-year rapport with each other. You can’t buy that with other actors — either you got it or you don’t. It’s a special thing.” - Michelle Rodriguez

Note: As I promised here’s the Vinchelle piece I wanted to do, since I just finished the Dotty ship awareness I thought this would be a perfect way to sum all that up. Next I’ll probably do Dom & Brian as my first Brotp, then directly after follow that with the huge F&F Franchise break down I’ve been wanting to do.

My Other Vincelle / Dotty Post:

Dotty Ship Awareness Part 1 / Dotty Ship Awareness Part 2 / Dotty NonCasual /Future Wishes for F&F

Convenient Friend

Pairing: Aaron Burr x Reader


TW: None

Word Count: 1379


Aaron Burr.

The name was one you knew, but never really cared about.

The two of you had grown up together, really. If indirectly as it was. You two went to the same schools together, pretty much all of your life, and you were shocked when you learned, through mutual friends, that you’d even gotten accepted into the same college. But he was no more than a name with a friendly face. The person you went to if you forgot paper, or a pencil. A face you recognized in the yearbook. You two never really spoke.

You’d make small talk when in a situation where it provided. The most recent had been in June, October, when the two of you had been on the same bus on your college campus. It was nice to see a familiar face now and again, you learned. But then you got off at your stop, presumable, he left at his, and you made no effort to contact him again.

It was now January.

The New York chill still bit at you through your thick winter coat, boots crunching on what little snow was left unshoveled on the sidewalks. You were lost in thoughts. None that were important, no. What were you going to have for dinner tonight? Pizza sounded good, but you’d been eating out a lot lately. You needed to quit it, especially since you didn’t feel like working out when it was so freezing. Hm…maybe you could make spaghetti? Still italian, but easy to make at home, and cheap-

“Hey, babe!” You stopped, and looked around, trying to find the source of the yell, and just where the ‘babe’ in question was. Turning around, you saw a couple college guys, ones you recognized from a class or two, approaching you.

“I uh…me?” You looked confused, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, you, what are you, stupid?” You took an offended step back, before frowning deeply, and turning around to start walking away. You didn’t like being catcalled, and you sure as hell didn’t like being called stupid. You didn’t have to stand for this.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me, babe!” They were following you, great. Ugh.

You sped up a bit, almost breaking out into a full run when you slammed into someone.

That someone was a familiar face, and, luckily, he seemed to understand the situation immediately, once he saw the on the approach behind you.

“Ah! There you are, (Y/N)! I’ve been waiting on you!” In truth, he’d been waiting on Alexander, since they were needing to discuss some of the details for a mock trial they were doing but…your immediate safety came first, and, in all honestly, Alexander had neglected to show up without so much as a text multiple times before hand, leaving him standing in the cold for an hour.

“O-oh! Uh…Burr! Aaron, yeah…sorry…uhh…you ready to go?” You asked, letting the guys think that he really had been waiting for you.

In truth, you hadn’t even thought about him since you stepped off that bus way back in October.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” He offered you his arm with a polite smile, and a smug nod at the two that had been pursuing you. When they were around the corner, and out of sight, he let you go, giving you a smile as the two of you walked. He was wearing a double breasted button up, with a very soft looking scarf that looked handmade. He had on dark pants, and boots that nearly blended, with only the change in material to tell them apart. He looked warm, and looked good, which was a hard combo to pull off.

He pulled his hood up as the snow began to fall, ever so lightly again.

“Come on, I know a coffee shop around here. Quiet, and warm.” You…honestly weren’t sure why you tagged along. But the promise of a hot chocolate, and a warm place to sit down for a little bit was calling to you, so you didn’t turn him down.


A little while later, you were relaxing in one of the arm chairs the cafe sported, and Burr sat across from you, scribbling something down in a notebook, before referring back to the book lying open on the small end table beside him, along with his coffee.

“So…” You wanted to at least small talk with him…maybe it would be nice to have him as more than just a convenient friend now and again. “That scarf looks handmade…who made it?”

“I did.” He glanced up from his notebook with a slight smile. “My mother taught me how to crochet when I was little. It keeps my hands busy.”

“Aww…well, it looks really nice and warm…” You commented, at least proud of yourself for learning something new about him.

“Mmhm…it’s good wool. I save up for it, so that what I make is worth the wait. It’s better than getting a lot of cheap material, in order to make a lot at once.” You nodded a little in understanding, eyes still fixed on the scarf in curiosity. It was mostly a deep grey, with flecks of red mixed in. It looked really comfortable. You wondered how hard it was to crochet.

Probably impossible.

You sipped your hot chocolate, and went back to your thoughts, and it seemed Aaron had done the same.

He offered to walk you home, which you really appreciated. You didn’t want to chance a run in with those two again…and Aaron, gentlemanly though he was, seemed like someone who could keep them off of you.

You two talked the whole way home. You started on your majors. And then you talked about how crazy it was that you were going to the same school, after coming from the same little high school.

Do you remember that time…?

Or what about that one thing…?

It felt good to laugh with him, over old memories. You may not have been close in high school, but you definitely both remembered the one time there was a fight in the AP Lang hall, and a girl smacked another girl so hard into a door that the glass shattered.

Or the time that you had a group assembly on drill safety, and it may or may not have been suggested that you should throw someone smaller than you at the attacker.

Or the one pep rally where a cheerleader got hit with a full two liter bottle of Coca-Cola. No one knew who threw it, only that it originated from the Junior’s section.

Before you knew it, you were home. You hadn’t even thought about the cold. With a smile, you offered your hand to Aaron to shake. He smiled at you, and gave you a nod. The two of you traded numbers, and after saying goodbye, you vanished into your apartment.


Two days later, there was a knock on your door. It was early, too…ugh…

But you yawned, and dragged yourself up, opening the door and looking around irately. There was no one. Seriously? Ding dong ditching without a doorbell, and in broad daylight, had no point, people!

But then you looked down.

The box was grey, neatly wrapped with a dark purple bow. You hummed in thought, and brought it inside, setting it on the kitchen table to open. Removing the lid, you gaped, taking a scarf from the box. It was an infinity scarf, a deep blue, with knots of silver here and there. It felt so soft to the touch…you ran your fingers over it fondly, before looking back into the box and finding a note.


I finished this the night I walked you home. I haven’t been able to work that much that fast in ages. I figured it was only fair that you get the scarf you helped create. Maybe I could teach you some time? Maybe you’re the secret behind how fast I work


You smiled a bit, slipping it on, and letting your fingers lace through the holes in the yarn.


First Aaron Burr request!! Yaaay!! And lets face it i had to describe what he was wearing because Leslie Odom Jr. looks good in eVERYTHING.

Love, Rosalie

fate’s a funny thing

summary: seven minutes in heaven with the flirty boy dressed as a cat. Not to mention the mere fact that she’d met him less than an hour ago. brilliant, really. she couldn’t imagine a more interesting way to spend her night.

 pairings: ladynoir, adrinette, maayyybe ladrien & marichat if i get to it but idk yet

sidenotes: this is an au where ive aged adrien&marinette up a bit, both are 18 years old. (idk it just makes me uncomfortable sometimes to write 15 year olds?? its just me i guess anyways)  also in this au ladybug & chat noir are nonexistent, just a fun little au for me to mess around with tropes and character personalities, i guess!

ao3 / ffnet


“You’re a cat.”

Adrien stretched his arms with pride. “Got that right.”

“You try way too hard.” Nino commented absently, surveying his own half-assed costume, a simple t-shirt with the super man insignia and red pants. He hadn’t even bothered with any excess details, he was only going to the party because Adrien didn’t want to go alone.

Adrien had always been a dork for that sort of thing, maybe it was his model-complex outshining his shy personality, or maybe it was just how he enjoyed getting a break from being ever-famous ever-attractive Adrien Agreste and letting himself pretend he was someone normal and reserved. Which he was, but of course, the modeling agency didn’t have any sort of attachment to that personality and liked the perfect poster boy much better than who Adrien really was. The weird guy who liked stupid jokes, sleeping in, and heights.

Nino blinked. Since when did he know so many pointless facts about Adrien? He technically was his best friend, he supposed, but it wasn’t like Adrien was a wide open book spilling his secrets left and right.

“Maybe you don’t try enough.” Adrien corrected. He really went all-out on the costume, all black and sleek and actually kind of cat-like. There was even a green finish over his eyes on his mask, giving them a glow-like effect that looked scarily feline.

Nino shook his head, not dignifying him with a direct answer. “Thirty bucks says Chloé finds you within ten minutes of the party.”

Adrien’s smug, happy grin faded almost instantly, like someone had turned on a windshield wiper over his mouth. “No.

Nino grinned. “Is that why you put so much effort into the costume? To hide from stalker supreme?”

Adrien sighed heavily, an untold burden lying on his chest. “She’s just so…intense, man…I need a break.”

“I’ll bet you do. Say, instead of that former bet, how ‘bout we make a new one? I’ll introduce you to a girl tonight that will change everything. Maybe Chloé’ll back off once she finds out you’re taken…?”

Adrien scoffed, but still smiled slowly, like he appreciated his efforts. “I seriously doubt anything could make Chloé back off at this point. But I’ll take you on, I could use a fresh start.”

Nino gaped. “…Seriously? Dude…you’re usually so… I don’t know, shy about this kind of stuff? But you…you’re really-“

“Hit me with your best shot.” Adrien thumped his fists on his chest. “Tonight, I’m not Adrien. I’m…I dunno, I’ll think of a cool code name later.”

“Hm…” Nino mused, watching his best friend strike horrifically embarrassing poses in the mirror. “What about…Chat Noir?”

Adrien looked at him, a knowing glint in his sharp green eyes.

“Nino.” He said, firm and clear. “That has got to be the worst idea I’ve ever heard from you, ever. Have a little originality, man. I’m disappointed.”

Nino laughed. “Sorry, sorry. We both know I’m dry when it comes to creativity.

Adrien scanned Nino’s costume, one eyebrow snidely raised. “Is that so?”

Nino rolled his eyes. “Hurry up and stop looking at yourself, if we’re late, we’ll miss out on all the good food.”

“Good point.” Adrien checked himself one last time in the mirror. He really did look great. “This party is gonna be purr-fect. Get it Nino? Because-“

Adrien narrowly dodged the book Nino threw at his head.

“Alright, alright. I’ll save that one for the ladies-“

“Please don’t.”

“How ‘bout this one – How are you feline today? Get it? Nino, come on, these are the jokes-“

“You know what? I change my mind. I’m not introducing you to any girls unless they enjoy pain and suffering.” Nino hissed in resentment.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to meet them on my own.” Adrien sassed.

“I pity the girl that has to deal with you.”

“I pity people without a decent sense of humor.”

“Shuddap. Let’s just go already before I punch you.” Nino ushered a distracted Adrien towards the door to the car. Right. All he had to do was try and find a girl who could deal with Adrien’s disgustingly puke-worthy sense of humor and he’d be set.

Nino grimaced. This was going to be a lot harder than it looked.




“You’re a…well…what are you again?”

Marinette pouted. “Alyaaa, I’m a ladybug, come on, it’s not that hard!”

Alya nodded slowly, like she hadn’t even heard her speak. “…Right. Yeah, right, I see it now.”

Marinette made an exasperated sound and fell back on the couch. “I shouldn’t even go. What if Adrien is there?”

“He probably will be.”

Alya, you’re not helping!” Marinette told her stiffly, waving her hands in front of her face manically and sighing.

“Here’s a fun idea – off the top of my head, why don’t you…hmm…I don’t know…talk to him, maybe?” Alya suggested sarcastically.

“I can’t do that!” Marinette replied, horrified. “If I talk to him, I just know I’ll say something stupid, and I’ll be forgettable and he won’t care and then I’l be crushed-“

“Girl, calm yourself.” Alya placed a finger to Marinette’s lips to silence her. “Just relax. You’re dressed up tonight anyways! He won’t know it’s you!”

“He won’t know it’s me anyways! I’ve never said a single word to him in the three years we’ve been in the same school-“

“That’s beside the point. He’ll be dressed up too, maybe you won’t even recognize him!” Alya assured her friend, grabbing her car keys and swinging outside of the Dupain-Cheng household.

“That’s even more terrifying! Then I won’t even know if I make a fool out of myself in front of him!” Marinette began to hyperventilate as Alya stared at her overdramatic friend, a cool, calculating expression laying over her face.

“Listen. Just…breathe. You’ll be fine, besides…” Alya flicked Marinette jus above her nose. “you’ve got a mask on, right? Work it, girl. Plus, I won’t lie, that costume makes your legs look out of this world.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Wha…really? You think so?”

Alya nodded in approval. “Hell yeah! Now get in the car and get ready to smoke this show. Ladybug and Alya are on the scene!”

“Ew. Don’t call me that.”

“…Fine. Alya and her party-pooper friend, are on the scene!”

“…You know what? I don’t even care.”




“The party’s poppin’. Now where’s this girl you were gonna introduce me to, Nin? This is taking so long I think one of my nine lives has begun to run out…”

Nino’s lips tightened and he turned to face his best friend.

“Dude…please. If I’m introducing you to anyone…this has gotta stop.” He breathed out. Adrien only gave him the cheekiest grin possible.

“This is who I am now, Nino. You can’t stop me. I’ll enchant the world with my cat jokes – just you wait-“

“Oh no.” Nino said, suddenly grabbing Adrien’s arm and pulling it to his chest. “Chloé at 9 o’clock.”

“Your 9 o’clock? Or mine-“

“Just shut up and hide! Do you want this whole night to be ruined?” Nino whispered to him loudly.

“Fine, fine. Try to keep the cat in the bag-“

“You know what?” Nino said, tightening his grip on Adrien’s arm. “Screw you. Have fun playing cat-and-mouse with Chloé all night.” With that word of finality, Nino practically tossed Adrien in Chloé’s direction, fed up with his (arguably) awful jokes.

“Shit! Nino! Don’t do this to me! I thought we were friends!” Adrien whisper-yelled from across the room, his words falling silent to the ears of Nino, considering they were at a loud, busy party at the time being.

Someone bumped into Adrien as he was sprawling about, almost sending him careening into the wall like a blind bunny.

Watch it,” a familiar voice seethed and Adrien could only look up sheepishly.

“Uh…hi, Chloé.” He gulped. So much for having a Chloé-free night.

She looked at him, eyes caked with shiny peach makeup and narrowed with a sense of scrutiny. Bunny ears were perched on top of her hair, which smelt like potent candy canes. Adrien half-smiled and awaited death.

“Do I know you?” She asked him dangerously, somewhere along the lines of how-dare-you-speak-to-me-peasant and hey-you-look-kind-of-familiar.

Adrien gulped. Could this be the break he had so desired? Had the gods truly smiled upon him this fondly on this Halloween night?

“Um…no. You don’t know me.” He told her thickly, practically spewing happiness. Her lips curled unpleasantly.

“Then get out of my way.”

“You got it!” he shot her a few finger guns and began to back away, hysterically panting in surprise.

She didn’t recognize him. Which meant nobody would – except Nino, of course.

Adrien smiled wider than he’d ever remembered.

This was just going to be a really, really awesome night.




“Oh my god, Alya, there’s so many people…” Marinette swallowed her fear and clutched Alya’s arm, who was dressed as an alien, finished up with a headband with two bounding antenna on top. It was cute, and it suited her quirky best friend well. Plus, it made her easy to spot within a crowd.

“Marinette, you’re cutting off my circulation. Just relax, no one here is going to hurt-“

“Someone just touched my butt!”

Alya blinked. “Ok…scratch that. Just, steer clear of people who smell like pot and stay close to me, kay?”

“Ok…” Marinette said shakily. She hadn’t been to many parties in her high school career, at least, not like this one. The parties she had were study parties, between select friends and on Thursday nights before tests. This was a whole different level of partying. Everyone smelt like fruit punch and looked like they didn’t have a care in the world, the music was almost unbearably loud, and the lights were so dim she could barely even see the details of her costume (which was a bit disappointing, she had put a lot of effort into making it genuinely beautiful and comfortable).

“Hey, I think I see a friend. Could you wait here for a sec while I go talk to him? I promise I’ll only be a minute. Thanks!” Alya told Marinette all in a few seconds before heading off in a different direction. Before she could voice and protests, she was gone, and Marinette was alone by what looked like a bookcase. Or it could just be a wall. She couldn’t really be sure with all the crazy lighting (or…lack thereof).

“-Where in the world is Adrien? He said he’d be here! If he doesn’t show up, I’m going to be so mad…

Marinette’s face fell. She’d recognize that shrieking banshee voice anywhere.

Chloé was dressed as a bunny, the effort she put into realistic-ness was slim. The only real costume element of her costume was the pair of fuzzy ears, after that she mostly looked like she could put on a good show in a burlesque house.

Marinette looked down at her own outfit and suddenly felt a bit childish. Only Alya’s compliment about her legs made her feel a bit better.

Chloé drew closer along with her friend Sabrina, still moaning on and on about Adrien’s absence, which took a small burden off of Marinette’s shoulders. Good. She wouldn’t have to worry about making a scene in front of him.

“I can’t believe this, I worked so hard to look hot for him today, and what do I get in return? Honestly, that boy is so dense I doubt even a knife could fully dissect him.”

Marinette began to fume a bit. Chloé was so full of herself, if she even took a second to factor in Adrien’s feelings, maybe she wouldn’t be insulting him so freely like she owned him.

“He’s obviously dense if he hasn’t asked you out yet.” Chloé’s friend assured her robotically.

Duh,” Chloé cried out, almost furiously. “If he doesn’t get his head out of the clouds soon, I might be forced to go to drastic measures to get him to ask me out.”

Angry at Chloé’s vanity, and at herself for not being more assertive in general, Marinette did something she’d never done before. Maybe it was the costume, or the secondhand pot affecting her confidence level, or the lighting, or whatever.

She spoke up.

“Maybe if you weren’t always climbing on top of him, he’d like you more!” Marinette shouted, just loud enough for Chloé to know that it was most definitely directed at her.

Chloé turned, murderous intent evident as she flicked her nails one by one.

What, did you just say to me, little girl?” She responded, frozen with anger as the party seemed to halt all around them.

“You heard me.” Marinette stood her ground, feeling light headed and not at all like herself. Yet, there was something empowering about finally speaking her mind that pushed her to continue.

Chloé scoffed. “And what – like you could do any better? Who even are you, some irrelevant hag from nowheresville? Please. Adrien and I will be together by the end of this week, and you will still be as irrelevant and nameless as always.”

Marinette blanched, but didn’t back down. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you just back off, Chloé? It’s obvious Adrien doesn’t like you at all, you’re just so desperate, and he’s too sweet to tell you to fuck off!

A small chorus of ‘oohs’ rippled through the small crowd of attention they had gathered. Chloé practically lost her jaw on the spot.

“You – you don’t even know who you’re messing with, you little twerp.” Chloé gritted her teeth and took a few steps forward towards Marinette.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with. So take some advice and back away from Adrien, before he finally does tell you off. If I were you, I’d take my attention elsewhere. Like, maybe, a decent costume store? Where’d you buy yours, the adult superstore?” Marinette said all in one breath, feeling adrenaline coursing through her like venom. God, it felt great to finally tell off Chloé, Adrian had dealt with her crap all his life, it was about time for her to back off and find a new hobby.

Chloé wrenched her jaw into a sneer. “Why, you-“

“Don’t make this any harder for yourself, honey. Just walk away while you still have a little bit of dignity.” Marinette told her with a sass-laced smile. She really hoped Alya was in the crowd, she’d be so proud.

Finally deciding to take her advice, Chloé reared around and stormed away, heels clicking like hammers against a nail as she retreated from the battlefield.

All of a sudden, Marinette was surrounded by a lot of yelling kids, all congratulating her on practically ripping Chloé a new one in a minute flat. Alya was one of them, grabbing her wrist and jumping up and down eagerly.

“Oh my god, was that even you? Holy shit, that was amazing!” Alya told her, alien antenna bouncing as she spoke.

“I…think so…” Marinette admitted, a blush creeping into her cheeks. She hadn’t felt this alive in a while.

“Greaaat! Listen, I just saw Alix and I’m gonna go grab her quick so I can fill her in on what just happened. God, you’re amazing!” Alya threw her a thumbs up and quickly went to go chase down their friend to tell her the news.

Marinette felt flushed, like she’d just won a million-dollar prize and got to travel the world spending it. She’d never been that brave, especially not to Chloé. Her eyes drifted down to the fabric of her costume. Maybe being a ladybug really did boost her confidence, as weird as that sounded.

Her eyes attempted to find someone she knew, maybe flaunt her newfound assertiveness to them proudly. She was still Marinette, after all. Just…different. In the best way.

She only wished, slightly, in the heat of them moment, that Adrien could’ve seen her. Maybe that could’ve sparked a conversation, a phone number, a date, a relationship…Ok, so she got a little ahead of herself. But could you really blame her? The guy was gorgeous, and sweet, and funny, and kind, and perfect…and so, so out of her league it wasn’t even funny.

Just when she thought things couldn’t get any more unnatural, the last person she would’ve expected to approach her walked up to her nervously. It was Sabrina, Chloé’s right-hand girl. Odd. Marinette made the quick decision to put herself on guard, this could mean trouble.

“Hey…um, so I know you and Chloé just kind of…fought, but…we’re playing a party game in the next room, and some people were asking for you…?” She awkwardly trailed off. The girl seemed nice enough, and Marinette had always felt kind of bad for her, especially since Chloé treated her so terribly.

“Um…other people were asking for me?” She asked, suddenly interested that other people were interested in her. Marinette wasn’t exactly a beacon of popularity, but she supposed the same couldn’t be said about ladybug-Marinette…?

“Um…yeah! They’re calling you ladybug-girl and they want you to join us…so…want to come?” Sabrina asked quietly.

Marinette thought for a moment. It had only been a few minutes since she served Chloé a new ass, and yet she felt inclined to trust Sabrina since she seemed so sweet and timid.

“I…” she looked back towards where Alya disappeared off to. She wouldn’t mind…right? “…Guess so.”

Sabrina smiled. “Great! Follow me…”

Suddenly uneasy, Marinette followed Sabrina into the next room.

Hopefully it wouldn’t turn out that bad for her…right?




“-and so I said to her, yeah, I’m kind of known for my pawsome personality.”

The girl Adrien had been talking to backed away ever so slowly, slightly terrified that he had managed to say that joke with a straight face.

Nino grimaced.

“I can’t believe you’ve been at this all night. Do you seriously take pleasure in getting your ass rejected by girls?” Nino asked him, disgusted with his off-putting behavior.

“This is amazing! For once, girls aren’t falling all over me juts because I’m a model! They hate me!”

“Wow. Simply mind-blowing.” Nino deadpanned. Adrien laughed, absorbing the party’s atmosphere greedily.

God. I love this. This is so much fun – we’re doing this next year.” Adrien bubbled, as hyperactive as a kid on pixie-stix.

“Uh…whatever.” Nino mumbled, before his eyes widened. “I gotta go talk to uh…a friend, I’ll see ya later…”

Adrien shrugged. He’d have more time to mess around on his own, he supposed.

Being someone else, or rather, being himself without consequences, was a lot of fun for him. All his life he’d had to restrain himself, socially, physically, and verbally, for the sake of his modeling career, and for the future of his father’s company. Letting loose like this, even if it was just for a night of insufferable puns and looks of utter disgust upon people’s faces, was well deserved for him.

After making a few more trips around the house to showcase some of his best jokes and laugh along with people he didn’t even know, he heard somewhat of a commotion coming from the center, and made his way towards it casually.

There was a swarm of people, too many for him to see what was going on. It was probably just some kid doing one too many shots and doing his best to embarrass himself, like any 18 year old would if the opportunity presented itself.

Too lazy to attempt to get a better view, Adrien decided to interrogate someone just when the crowd began to disperse.

“Uh…what just happened?” He asked a girl dressed as a nurse. She gave him a skeptical look before plopping her hand on her hip and answering him.

“Some girl dressed as a ladybug dragged Chloé Bourgeois through the mud.” She summed up, before turning away and hopping over to the punch stand.

“A ladybug, huh.” He spoke long after she had disappeared. “Interesting.”

Dragging Chloé was something he certainly wished he hadn’t missed. It only happened once every…well…scratch that, it never happened. She was so untouchable fifty miles up on her high horse that no one had ever managed to truly knock her down. So it was certainly a feat that a girl dressed as an insect managed to come close to knocking her down.

Adrien pushed past a few more people and happened across an extremely dark room. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. Dark rooms never really held much of interest, especially during parties like these.

“Hey,” some guy called to him from inside the room, he could barely make out the silhouette of a person in the darkness, but they were definitely there, seeing as how they had spoken to him. “Aren’t you the weird guy who hit on Chloé?”

“Um…I think you’ve got the wrong-“

“Eh, close enough. Wanna play a party game with us?” The guy asked, his body still cloaked with the shadows of the mysteriously dark room. Adrien raised a skeptical brow. It was an odd proposition, especially under the current circumstances. But then again…how could a party game hurt him? He was a cat, after all, not Adrien…

“Yeah…I guess so…”

Without warning, the guy, whose face was still obscured, leaned forward and grasped his hand, pulling him into the shadowy room and into the party game of a lifetime.




Marinette had only played party games twice in her life. Once, at a birthday party, she was six years old and made an unfortunate mess of a piñata in her front lawn. The second time was a bit more unconventional, she simply played truth or dare with a group of her close friends, and consequently chickened out of her dare (go ahead and guess what the dare was. Hint, it had everything to do with her extended crush on a local model).

It was safe to say that she was somewhat of a true party game virgin. Sitting in a dark room full of costumed strangers at a party? She’d surely be knocking a few pegs off of her bucket list tonight.

“Sit down,” Sabrina instructed her kindly. There were a few sweet-smelling candles in the room, each lighting their own separate corner and drizzling the area with a low-tinted orange glow. Marinette did as she was told and sat down, in between two people she didn’t recognize.

Then, it hit her, like a million bricks toppling one by one off of a decrepit wall.

She didn’t belong here. And this was most definitely a terrible, just…really awful idea.

“Um…” she spoke aloud, hoping to catch the attention of perhaps someone with excellent night vision. “I think I have to leave-“

“Nonsense!” She heard a sickeningly sweet voice coo from across the room. “You have to stay, it’ll be no fun without you!”

And, if that wasn’t the final nail in her coffin, the fact that that same sickeningly sweet voice belonged to Chloé, the girl she had roasted not even a full ten minutes ago surely did the trick.

“But, I-“

“Is everyone here?” Chloé called commandingly, before swishing her hand out in frnt of a candle, barely visible. “Sabrina, shut the door. This game could take a while…”

The final crack of reddish light from the party was snuffed out by the sound of the door clicking shut. No turning back now. It appeared her only safe way out was winning the party game. And Marinette could safely bet that the odds weren’t exactly going to be stacked in her favor.

“Now. We are going to play a nice, fun game.” Chloé began menacingly. Marinette could hear the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor and sucked in a breath when the sounds became unbearably close.

Something made a clinking sound and suddenly a candle was placed in the center of the room, revealing the dimly lit circle of costumed kids whom she couldn’t recognize – not very clearly, at least.

Chloé took a step towards the center and was illuminated by the candle, flaunting her perfect skin like a glowing lantern in the night sky. She leaned over, careful to give everyone a view of her lovely long legs, before placing a medium sized brown bottle in the center of the room.

Marinette may have been a newbie to party games – but she’d seen enough Disney movies to know that this wasn’t going to end well.

“I hope you’re all ready to have a little fun….you know, let loose a little bit…” Chloé taunted, as if she had a dirty secret on each and every single person in the room.

“…Now who wants to go first?” Chloé swung around and there was a collective murmuring, the accusatory manicured finger of Chloé like an omen of death.

Marinette quickly ducked her head, not wanting to further herself as public enemy number one. She cursed herself for being so stupid – her naivety had led her down a path of glass shards, and she was dumb enough to wear no shoes.

“What about you, ladybug?” Chloé asked sweetly, the sugary candy-cane tone of voice making Marinette want to instantly throw herself out the nearest window.

“Ummm…I’m not sur-“

Great!” She sang, pointing Marinette in the direction of the bottle (which now seemed as attractive as an island full of saltwater crocodiles) and smiling sinisterly.

“There’s no hard feelings about what happened earlier, right?” Chloé asked with a pout. Marinette blinked. First of all, it was near impossible to take her seriously with her eye makeup so intensely caked on, it made Marinette’s own nearly naked eyes want to break out into a rash. Secondly, Chloé practically made it seem like their argument had been won by herself, which was wrong in every way you looked at it.

“Um…right. No hard feelings.” She repeated tonelessly.

“Excellent.” Chloé seethed. “Now, the first game we’re going to play is Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

Oh god. Marinette’s eyes practically popped out of her skull like yo-yo’s.

She knew of the game – it was more of an urban legend than anything. Spend seven minutes locked in a closet with a random person – seven minutes, no consequences, and all suggestive innuendos implied.

Not a  game she was comfortable playing with a roomful of nameless faces.

“I’d actually rather not-

Marinette sensed the uncomfortable atmosphere and knew that everyone else in the room had been roped in by Chloé just as she had been.

“Go ahead ladybug,” Chloé encouraged, using the name mockingly and promptly ignoring her earlier protest.

There were a few unconscious beats of silence as Marinette struggled with her narrow options. Run? No…too embarrassing, and her legs were frozen. Scream for help? Who would even hear her.

No. She’d just have to be brave.

She testily held her hand out to touch the bottle, and wasn’t shocked that it was icy to her fingertips. All in one breath, she leaned out and pushed the bottle so it swung around, like a round of Russian roulette, would she win? Or lose tragically like the failure that she was.

She felt the urge to cover her eyes. This was the last thing she wanted. She desperately wished that Alya or one of her other friends would kick down the door and help her escape, but the bottle still spun, and the door stood silent.

Marinette drew herself backwards, wishing she could simply fade into the shadows and disappear forever. The bottle slowly drew to a stop as it pointed opposite to her, choosing her fate like it had been predestined long before.

“Well, well…” Chloé sang out, like this had been her plan the whole time. “What a perfect match.”

“Wait, what?” Marinette heard herself echo, only to be hauled to her feet by an unknown person from behind and pushed into the corner of the dark room.

“The girl who didn’t know when to shut up, and the boy that doesn’t know how to. A match made in heaven.” Chloé summed up.

…And the last thing Marinette remembered thinking before she was roughly shoved into a closet, was the sound of his laughter as they both tumbled into the locked room where they would remain, under close quarters, for much, much longer than seven minutes.




[[is v upset i forgot to post this on here so ill just queue it for later t-t]]

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Fic Request: Scott talks to Lydia about how she can’t break Stiles heart, while Alison talks to Stiles about his intentions with her best friend.

Rating: K

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship

Author: dylanobrienstyler (previously holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight)

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Greater Good

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

“Jay, I refuse to go to another party. I’m going to have liver failure before I turn thirty if I keep going out with you guys.”

Jay rolled his eyes and pushed your chair with his foot. “You’re exaggerating,” he scoffed, “we don’t drink that much. But if you don’t want to come then you don’t have to. I just figured you’d want to spend some time with your future boyfriend. You could even help keep him sober.”

If looks could kill, Jay would be dead. He flinched at the glare you sent him and laughed as you struggled to reach his chair and kick him back. “Shut up,” you pouted, “don’t drag him into this. I don’t want to party with you and that’s final.”

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Winteriron collage au w/fake relationship; Tony asks Bucky to be his fake boyfriend, either to shake off some matchmaking friends or to piss off Howard. Turns out Bucky is all Tony ever wanted in a boyfriend. Too bad it's not real (extra angst if Tony paid for Bucky to act as his boyfriend, now Tony wonders if it was all for the money). Happy ending?

Not looking forward to Christmas this year? Parents nagging on you to settle down, get a man, get a life, get a job? I can make you look better, or at least make them look stupid. 

I am a 28 year old disabled military vet with a prosthetic arm – I think it’s cool, but it tends to freak people out. I have visible tattoos on my neck and arm and I have long, rough-cut hair. I generally rock the three-day stubble, but I can shave and look cleaned up, if you prefer. I work as a bouncer in a stripclub. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Christmas, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I’m game. 

All I need is a free dinner and a six pack of microbrew. For a twenty-dollar gift card to starbucks, I will also talk about politics and religion (whichever side you want me to be on, I was on the debate team in high school). I can also openly hit on other guests (male or female, I swing both ways) pretend to get really drunk and start a fistfight with a member of your family on the front lawn in full view of the neighbors. 

Really, Tony wasn’t going to call the number, even though he’d torn the one of the strips off the flier when he’d seen it. He’d carried the number around in his jeans pocket for most of the day and then entered the digits into his phone. And forgotten about it. Until his mother had called and nagged him about what his plans were for Christmas. She’d talked pointedly about Janet Van Dyne, who was just lovely, and maybe Tony could consider – 

“Actually, Mom,” Tony interrupted, desperately. Not that he didn’t like Janet, she was a sweet girl, but they’d known each other since they were in diapers, and besides, he happened to know for a fact that she was nursing a crush on Hank Pym, and Pym had yet to get his head out of his ass long enough to notice. “I was wondering if I could bring a date home with me.” 

“A date, Tony?” His mother probed with all the delicacy of an Area 52 alien. “Are you actually seeing someone?”

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The Surprise Visit

Part Seven (1,773 words)

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

“And where exactly are you two going?” You used your arm as a way of blocking both Castiel and Bobby in your living room before they could make the quick exit they had been planning.

“We don’t want to be under your feet all day.” Bobby gave you a small smile as he offered you his excuse. In the three years you’d been gone, Bobby had obviously forget that you weren’t as stupid he was trying to make out.

“Besides we have some business to sort out.” As soon as the words fell from the Angels mouth, Bobby was shooting him looks. You wouldn’t have noticed anything was wrong if it was just Cas, you’d always found him slightly strange. Bobby on the other hand, could never get anything past you without you knowing something was up, this time was no different. You were about to question them when you remembered Amelia was sitting inches away from you. So you had no choice but to simply let them go.

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Dean watched Mary chase after Millie with a smile on his face. He knew he had a lot of making up to do after all these years, granted it wasn’t exactly his fault but that didn’t make him feel any less guilty. His smile grew louder when he heard Mary laugh. Everyone had told him that his daughter was his double, he didn’t doubt that, but he also saw you in her. Your laughs were the exact same sounds, your dimples matched each other’s and he saw more and more of your personality in Mary every time she spoke. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering how he got so lucky.

“So did you talk to Y/N?” Sam’s question brought Dean out of his thoughts.

“More like argued.” Dean’s confession came out alongside a sigh, never once taking his eyes from Mary, too afraid of what his reaction might be.

“What did you do this time?” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s ignorance.

“What makes you think it’s my fault?” Dean forced a cocky grin to hide any hurt he was actually feeling.

“Isn’t it always?” Flashbacks of your final weeks with the brothers hit Sam like a tonne of bricks, Motel walls were thin, not only did he hear all the good times, he heard the bad, He’d lost count on the amount of times he’d unintentionally listened in on you and Dean screaming at each other, the number growing larger just before you left,

“I asked her to move into the bunker with us and she shot me down.” Dean’s whole pretence crumbled down around him at the thought of having to leave both you and Mary behind.

“Do you blame her? You can’t just waltz in here and expect her to up root her entire life.” Sam understood where he was coming from, he didn’t want to leave town either but this wasn’t just Dean’s choice to make and it certain wasn’t his.

“I just thought…” Dean’s voice trailed off as he found himself enable to complete his sentence. He knew exactly what he thought; he just couldn’t find the words to say it.  “I don’t even know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking that maybe part of her still loved you and that you guys could be a family.” The younger Winchester offered his brother a sympathetic smile as he read his mind,

“But hunting and family just don’t mix.” Despite his words, Dean knew he would do anything to make it work if it was what you wanted.

“Do you still love her?” Dean thought about his answer as he finally looked at Sam. Although he thought about it a lot he’d never thanked his brother from bringing you into his life. He could remember the first time he’d met you as if it was yesterday. Sam had sent him a text, telling him to come meet him at a nearby bar and being egger to meet the new female hunter that his baby brother was so fascinated by he excitedly accepted. He certainly wasn’t prepared for the woman he was about to meet. From the moment he’d walked into the bar his eyes had found you and that’s where they stayed. He couldn’t help but notice the way your long legs dangled over the bar stool or how your face lit up when you laughed, the warm sound washing over him. When he saw you were with Sam he instantly grew jealous but the more time he spent with you that night he knew he was the lucky one. Of course he loved you, he’d always love you.

“It doesn’t matter.” Regardless of his feelings, Dean knew he didn’t deserve you. He had pushed and pushed until you finally snapped and wanted to leave. Then when you did eventually walk out the door, Dean did nothing but sit back and let you. To this day, he’d never forgiven himself for letting you go, and he doubted he ever would.

“It always matters Dean.” Sam clapped his hand on Dean’s shoulder before standing up and chasing after both Mary and Millie, eventually taking it in turns to push them on the swings.

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“So you and Dean?” Amelia waved her knife around before pointing it accusingly at you. You should have seen this coming; Amelia had possessed the occasionally annoying habit of prying into your life, especially when it came to men. You’d lost count of how many times she’s tried to set you up, all of which failed miserably. You knew it was your own fault; no man you’d met since you’d moved here could match your high stands. They just simply weren’t Dean. 

“There is no me and Dean.” You stated, reminding both you self and her. You knew Dean wouldn’t have stuck around for so long if it hasn’t been for Mary.

“Then why’d he stay here?” She asked, continuing her digging. There was no way she’d give up unless you gave her details. 

“They all stayed.” You refreshed her memory with a small smile. 

“Did they all sleep in your bed too?” She raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner as her smirk grew wider.

“How did you…” Your voice trailed off as you tried to think how she’d know such information. She left long before you’d gone to bed and she hadn’t had the time to talk to anyone alone today.

“I didn’t, the look on your face just confirmed it.” She smugly went back to chopping onions; she’d gotten all she wanted to hear.

“We talked, we argued, we slept, that’s all.” You attempted to stop her mind creating her own little scenario of what happened by giving her a rushed explanation of the truth. 

“You sure about that?” Her eyes failed to meet yours as she continued to help you with the meal preparation; she’d never been one to give up. 

“Positive, Mary even slept in between us.” You rolled your eyes. You felt the anger and disbelief flow through you all over again as you recalled what Dean had asked you just before Mary had interrupted. 

“You know, I wouldn’t blame you if something happened. He’s hot.” The way she winked at you as she finished her sentence made you laugh. Of course she found Dean attractive, anyone would be stupid not to. In fact, you were pretty sure that he could easily be passed as Greek God, especially with that body. You shook your head as a way of ridding your thoughts, thinking about him like that wasn’t good for anyone. 

“Then you have him.” Despite your words you felt your stomach twist and the envy inside you begin to bubble at the thought of anyone else ever being with Dean. 

“I’m not interested in Dean.” Her voice suddenly became smaller as she tried her best to hide the true meaning of that sentence.

“No, because it’s Sammy you want.” It was your turn now to wave your knife around accusingly. Amelia wasn’t the only person who was good at reading people, it had been written all over her face the moment she’d laid her eyes on the younger Winchester.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She continued to brush off whatever you threw at her. 

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, I’ve seen the two of you and your longing looks.” Her cheeks instantly grew redder and she knew she’d been caught out.

“He’s probably not even interested.” Her nervous revelation was a backwards way of her confessing her feelings. You smiled at the thought of the two of them together. 

“Take it from someone who knows him, he’s interested. He’s a great guy, you deserve someone like him.” Amelia remained silent as you reassured her. You weren’t the only one would shared stories about your past love life. You knew all about Millie’s real dad and his abusive ways. You remembered your heart breaking for her as she cried about him and everything she’d been through in your arms. 

“Do you love Dean?” Her question completely caught you off guard and sent your mind reeling, did you?

“I’ll always love him in a way, he gave me Mary.” You were satisfied with your answer, mistakenly thinking she would be too. 

“You know that’s not what I meant, are you still in love with Dean?” Her face looked nothing but serious as your eyes locked. 

”He’s my past.” Your eyebrows furrowed together, you weren’t certain of your own words so how could you convince anyone else.

“You can deny it all you like, but if you didn’t feel anything you wouldn’t go through all this effort.” She motioned to all the food spread out before her and you suddenly realised what you were doing. You blinked several times as your breathing sped up, she was right. You’d subconsciously decided to make your infamous burgers because they’d always been Dean’s favourite no matter how many others he’d tasted. You’d even baked a god damn pie. It was then that it became clear to you, even after all these years you were still head over heels for Dean Winchester.

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Sam followed Dean and the two giggling girls into house and was immediately greeted by the smell of apple pie. The familiar scent took him back to the many times he’d came back from a hunt with Dean to find you busy baking in some small motel kitchen, covered head to toe in ingredients. He waited for the perfect opportunity before pulling Amelia aside and out of ear shot.

“I need your help.”

Part Eight

Hold Me Tight — BTS ( Jungkook )

Originally posted by jinkooks

Open my closed heart, drench my heart
So I can feel you, hold me

You push the front door of your apartment with struggles. Punching the codes in suddenly became a very hard thing for you to do as you lean on the door for support. What was the code, honestly? Was it your birthday? His birthday? Was it your anniversary date?

“F^ck,” you cursed at your 8th failed attempt.

After God knows how many more attempts, the door finally opens, making you stumble and fall flat on the floor since your feet weren’t exactly strong enough to support you. Though, you only laughed over it. The alcohol is taking its toll on your mind and body, indeed.

You try kicking your heels off but it apparently need more than one attempt too this time. Great, after the door now these stupid heels are trying to play games with me, you thought. You almost cried when the strap of your right heels got tangled somehow. You honestly don’t need this right now. You just want to get off to bed and sleep. The pounding feeling growing on your head demands you to immediately fall asleep yet this one stupid heel is preventing you from it.

Suddenly, someone squat down to help you with your struggle. He opens the strap of your heel before taking them and place them aside so it won’t bother you again. He then take one of your arm and slung it over his neck, picking you up bridal style as he brought you to your both shared room.

Delicately, he places you on the bed and gently tuck you in. He said nothing during the process. He didn’t even stare at your eyes straightly, only small glances he stole once in a while. It’s hard to tell what he was feeling at the moment. Is he mad? Is he disappointed? Is he feeling anything at all?

You glance at the watch on your wrist. 3:45 am, it said. Clearly far too late for a girl to be coming home at. Does he feel worried for you at all? Why isn’t he saying anything?

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he says once you’re comfortably tucked in.

“Jungkook, wait,” you called, making him stop his pace for a while “Are you mad at me?”

He turns his body, showing a pokerface, “Why would I?”

You scoff a little. Even when you went out till early morning like this, he still doesn’t show any affection. You went out to a club, drink so much alcohol that you couldn’t even remember your apartment codes, and he didn’t have any say about this?

Crazy really, but you’re expecting him to be mad at you.

It has been decades since he last shown any affection to you. To be fair, even when you both started dating, he didn’t exactly show much feelings to you. He never sent Good morning texts, never calls to check up on you, never even said the three most powerful words voluntarily. You had to always force him or brought the whole squad in to make his hyungs push him to say those words. It was as if he dated you based on no feelings at all.

You’ve never been such a girl who demands much from their boyfriend. You don’t ask much from him, just some texts and calls to tell you how he’d been doing would suffice. You never wanted him to get you to some fancy dinner, bought you expensive clothes, or shower you with jewelries everytime you meet. No, you don’t want anything overboard. You just want him to show a little affection and give more effort in this relationship. Was that really too much to ask?

“I met this guy at the bar earlier,” you said while slumping against the bed head tiredly “He bought me a couple drinks and we danced for a couple minutes. He was such a great dancer, just like you,”

Yell at me, please, slap me if you need. Be mad at me. Show me just a bit of your feelings, Jungkook, you pray silently as you watch him, anticipating his reaction.

There was a brief silence in the air. So thick that you can just cut it with a knife right through. A small voice in your head said that you’ve crossed the line this time. He didn’t need to be rubbed on the face that you’ve met someone else earlier. He didn’t need to be informed that you’ve been trying to distract your aching heart with those alcohols. He didn’t need to be told that he was the reason for all of this.

But then again, shot has been fired. He never notices the small details, not even the big notes you left for him. It’s time to finally come up front and solve things out.


Oh? That’s all you get? What was ‘Oh’ supposed to mean?

“That’s all you could say?” you ask, sounding very much upset at him “I went out, Jungkook! I went to a club, drink my heart out and I danced with another guy! All you have to say is now is 'Oh’?!”

On your sane mind you would honestly kill your own being. You’re being lower than a sl^t, acting lower than them right now. You purposely went out and try to catch some other male’s attention to make your own man jealous. What are you supposed to call your ownself now, honestly?

Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair, “You know what, you’re drunk. You have no idea what you’re saying right now and for all we know you might just making that story up,”

“I— Making the story up?!” you yell, feeling annoyed that he’s taking you easy right now, clearly not noticing the frustration in your tone.

And so you reach for your purse, stumbling as you try to get off the bed. Jungkook did nothing but to watch you silently, looking blank as he stare at you who’s now busy throwing everything out of your purse to look for God knows what.

You look up to Jungkook and showed a small smirk as you find what you were looking for — your phone. You immediately punch in the numbers that was written on a piece of paper inside your wallet and quickly dial the number, not forgetting to put it on speaker.

“Hello?” the person answers after the third ring.

“Oppa,” you call happily, sounding cute yet seductive at the same time “It’s me, ___,”

Jungkook blinks.

“Oh, hey, I was just thinking about you!”

“Really? What were you thinking about?”

You watch Jungkook as the other person speak his dirty imaginations of you. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but for sure it wasn’t anything appropriate, seeing how Jungkook’s reacts. His body turns rigid, color drains from his face and his hand turns into a tight fist out of anger.

Finally out of anger.

“Stop it!” Jungkook yells, coming to you fast as he throw your phone away “Do you think it’s funny?! Do you think playing with my feelings’s funny?!”

You chuckle darkly, “Playing with your feelings? Do you have any to begin with?”

Jungkook froze. It was as if you slapped him just now and made him stunned. Never in your entire relationship have you ever said anything such. Never have you ever said anything that shot right through his heart. What happened to you? Why’re you acting this way?

Jungkook then looks away, letting go of his hands that were on your arms and retreated back, heading out of the room again “You’re drunk. We’ll talk tomorrow,”

“Stop walking away from me!” you yell, finally breaking in tears “Stop pushing me away like I’m some kind of a trash, Jungkook!”

He stays silent, not turning his body to face you.

“You treated me like a toy! You’re never home, you never text me let alone call me, you never acted like we’re in a relationship in the first place!”

He turns in anger, “I didn’t— I never treated you like a toy, you know that!”

“Yeah? Then what do you call not talking to me as? Jungkook we live under the same roof, sleep on the same bed, yet we never talk to each other. I barely know anything about you anymore!”

“You never asked about it!” he defends “If you asked I would’ve tell you everything!”

You let out a sharp breath and stare at him in disbelief.

“I— Alright, that was too childish, I didn’t— I’m sorry, okay, I really am!” he yells, messing his hair as he try to pull them off of his scalp “I just don’t understand why you’re making a huge deal out of nothing like this!”

“Huge deal out of nothing?! You never treated me like we’re actually dating and you say I’m making a huge deal out of nothing?!”

Again, Jungkook stays silent. He watches you burst in tears, screaming your heart out and spit all the burden you’ve been holding with blank look. It was unclear whether he looks like so because he was plainly lost or did he just didn’t care in the first place yet it got a bit out of hand like this that he got a bit surprised.

“You’re never there, Jungkook. You never play your role in this relationship,”

He’s still mute.

“We’re nothing close to what couple should be as. What couples should act like. We’re not even close to what friends would be like,” you say bitterly “It was as if we’re just two strangers tied on some kind of unfavorable relationship,”

“Unfavorable? I confessed my feelings to you three years ago. How can you say it as unfavorable?!”

“Because you never acted like so!” you snap, yelling louder than him that you feel your throat tearing a bit “You never showed any affection to me. Whatever happened to me, you just won’t care. If I fell sick, you wouldn’t even text me. If I face some troubles, you were never there to help. You don’t even show any worry when I go out at night without your permission. Is that really what couples should act like?”

Jungkook looks away.

“This isn’t working anymore, it never has,” you sob, looking away to the floor as you say something you thought you’d never utter “Let’s break up,”

And there goes 3 years of holding on. You’ve been trying to feel okay and ignore the pain you’re facing for the sake of this relationship. The sake of something that you’re not sure the other party even gives a damn about. All these time you tried to mask every tears with a smile because you love him, you love Jungkook. Now seeing the situation, you’re not sure if being in love with him is enough to keep things right around here.

“I— You— No, we can’t break up now, we can’t,”

You chuckle lightly, “Why not? You’ve never showed enough effort to keep us going. Why should we continue this if you’re clearly not up for it?”

“I just— No, we can’t break up, I don’t want to break up with you!” he yells, breaking his emotionless persona as he feel conflicted and panic “We’ve come this far, been together this long, why would you want to throw it all away now?”

“We’ve never came this far, Jungkook. We were dead a long time ago,”

Jungkook winced. Your words stung harder than you thought it would. The emotionless boy you’ve been together with for three years finally crack out of his comfort zone and feel scattered all over the place. He feels lost, mad, hurt, disappointed, all at the same time. It was a strange feeling for him to feel and in all honesty, he despise it a lot.

“Stop acting like my words hurt you. You had no feelings for us since the beginning. Stop acting like it affects you in any way now,” you spat.

“What do you mean I had no feelings for us, I had all the feelings I could I ever feel for the both us! For you! How can you say I didn’t have any feelings for you?!” he yells, even louder and more frustrated than before “I love you, ___, why can’t you see that?”

You sneered, "You didn’t mean that. You didn’t mean that and any other times when you said those words,”

“I didn't— I meant every words I said to you, why can’t you just believe me?!”

“You gave me nothing to believe in, how can you expect me to trust you now?!”

“I— I just— You—,” Jungkook stutters. He looks around the room, trying to compose himself yet fails miserably as he realizes how bad of a damage he’d cause this time. No, not this time, all this time.

You watch him silently, anticipating his answer. It hurts you to know that the first emotion you see on him wasn’t love nor happiness yet sorrow and disappointment over his ownself. Three years of being together and this is the very first time he ever cried in front of you. Over a problem that involves the both of you, to make it worse.

Feeling that he wouldn’t be speaking any time soon, you then walk yourself to your closet. You take out the dusty suitcase out of its place and begin stuffing your clothes in. If you were to really end things up with him tonight, might as well prepare your stuffs now.

“I— What are you doing?” he asks, his voice barely audible from the cracks.

You respond nothing.

“Stop it, what are you doing ___?!” he repeats, taking your arm harshly.

“What does it look like, Jungkook?” you ask, sounding so emotionless as you stare at him coldly “We’re no longer together. I need to get out of this apartment as soon as I can,”

“I— But we— No, I didn’t agree for us to be through now, you’re not going anywhere!” he yells, throwing your stuffs out of the suitcase “You’re staying here, you’re not going anywhere. We’re not over yet, we can’t be,”

“Jungkook— Stop it, I want to leave!”

“No, you’re not leaving!” he yells, still throwing your stuffs out of your suitcase before breaking down and lean his head on your shoulder, whimpering from his own sobs “I’m sorry, please, don’t leave,”

You stay silent, looking away because your walls are slowly breaking down too.

“I’m really sorry, I didn't— I never meant to make it seem like I don’t love you,” Jungkook sobs, hiccups tainting his words “I’m sorry, please don’t leave,”

You’re still frozen.

“Open my closed heart, drench my heart,” he says softly as his hands slowly wraps your small waist “So I can feel you, hold me,”

“Jungkook—,” you squirm out of his embrace.

“Please,” he says, sounding even more vulnerable “I locked you out. I locked you out of my life, I’m really sorry. I should’ve shown you how much you mean for me. I should’ve cherish you better. Please, don’t leave. I can fix this, I promise,”

“I don't—,”

“Please, just one more chance,” he begs, pulling you closer and wet your shirt even more with his tears “I’ll change, I promise. Anything to make you stay, please,”

You bite your lower lip.

“Just one more chance, I swear,” he pleas, pulling you closer and closer in fear “Please don’t give up just yet. I’ll change, I promise,”



You were torn. You didn’t want to end things with Jungkook. Those words you uttered came from anger, not sincerity. Yet, are you ready to give him another chance? Is your heart strong enough to take another risk? Is there any tickets left for him to fix everything?

“Please,” he begs, crying even louder now “I don’t want to lose you, please,”

Weakly, you wrap your arms around his whimpering body for a fragile embrace. It’s not the time yet to give up, you thought. He might’ve hurt you, but it’s partially your fault too to give him too much time and not talk things up with him any earlier. You both are still young, anyway. Making mistakes is on your nature. As long as you learn your lessons this time, it should be not much of a problem to give him another chance, right?


Water Gun (N.M)

|based on the request: Hey, can I have and imagine with Nate where we’re at their house or in NYC for the Digitour and the boys are having water-gun fight, I’m talking to Nate’s fans and Nate will sneak behind me and spray the water on me and it will be all cute? Oh, and could you do it with the name Maggie, please? thanks!|

|•I only do Y/N, sorry!, 1.5k words, it’s boring af tbh lol it’s 2am and I need to upload something for yall so, it’s cheesy as and I’m sorry it’s so bad hahahahaha pls don’t hurt me, it’s not edited lol, masterlist is in my description homies•|

“Hey, Y/N!” A girl calls from behind me, making me whip around instantly and probably attack Emily or Andrea with my hair. “Can I get a picture with you?”

The guys are in New York for Digi NYC, so being the good and supportive girlfriend I am, I came along with them to cheer Nate on the loudest from side stage.

“Just attack my eye then, Y/N, yep, that’s cool with me, I’m fine being blind in one eye.” Andrea mutters, wiping her eye in pain yet still managing to roll her eyes with her intolerable level of sass.

“I’m sorry!” I can’t help but laugh at her misfortune, it wasn’t meant to happen, but what can I do, I have long hair. “I apologise on behalf of my hair.”

“You better watch your damn back-” She gets cut off by the shouting fans repeatedly calling my name. “Go ahead, Princess.” I flash her an innocent smile before carefully, avoiding hitting anyone, flipping my hair back over my shoulder.

“Hi! Of course!” I excuse myself from my conversation and skip over to the small group of fans. “How are you guys today?”

“We’re all really excited!” One girl answers, clutching her phone to her chest with a big grin.

“Who are you anticipating the most?” I ask, resting my arms on the metal barrier and looking at each of the girls.

I think Skates fans like me, but I’m not entirely sure. It’s always going to be mixed opinions because not everyone is going to like you and I accept that, but for the most part, I think I’m well liked.

I’m a huge fangirl myself (Nate hates it but he’s learning to love it) so I can relate to all of the fans on a more personal level.

“I’m excited for Sammy and Skate and the Jacks, but I’m more excited to see Demi!” Another girl answers, flashing me her Demi Lovato shirt and bracelet.

“You don’t have to say you like Nate in front of me because I’m his girlfriend, you know that.” I grin, raising one eyebrow with a laugh. “I mean, I don’t like him all too much, he’s really annoying,” I sarcastically drag, rolling my eyes in a jokey way. “But yeah, I’m always the one who cries backstage so.”

“I saw Emily’s Snapchat of you crying during sound check.” The girl who called me over comments and I instantly flush red.

Nate put his heart and soul into sound check just a few hours ago and I couldn’t help but shed a few tears. I’m very dedicated to him and his music and he has so much talent and he’s so under appreciated!

The others really liked taking the piss out of me and publicly humiliating me by taking photos and videos and posting them on Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat and Vine.

“Yeah, he honestly put so much effort into making those songs and he deserves so much more attention! I’m so proud of him, I just couldn’t help it.”

“I thought it was really adorable!”

“Yeah, Nate is really lucky to have such a supportive girlfriend who is there for him and his dreams and not his fame and fortune!”

“That honestly makes my heart swell, you guys are so sweet!” They’re the first of any of the boys’ fans to say anything like that to me! I don’t really know how I’m supposed to respond to it, but it makes me feel so good, honestly.

The group of girls introduce themselves as Sarah, Kelly, Morgan, Alisha and Sapphire and I take selfies with each of them individually and a group selfie. I get to talking with them about different things about the boys and what it’s like to travel around with a mass number of boys and only having one girl constantly by my side.

It’s a struggle, definitely.

“Where’s Nate now?” Morgan asks after we take another photo, locking her phone and holding it in her hand.

“Uh, I’m not actually sure.” I scratch the back of my head awkwardly. “He’s off with the boys somewhere around here, they’re probably messing about, annoying some staff and causing trouble.” Yep, sounds about right.

All 5 of the girls laugh to themselves and make small jokes about what I had said. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they were hidden in the food tent, stuffing their faces before the event has even started.

Sapphire clears her throat and quiets down her group of friends, “What’s your favourite Nate song, Y/N?”

“That’s a hard question…” I rest a finger on my chin in a ponder, even though I already know the answer. “Ride Wit Me feat Jack J, also known as Outro.”

“Why that song?”

“Because him and Johnson rap so well together and I know that he put a lot of effort into it.”

Also because Johnson is featured on the track.

The girls then tell me their favourite Nate song and why it’s their favourite, and they do delve into such great detail! One of them even told me their favourite line in the entire song.

“Have you met any of the guys before?” I ask the girls, resting my chin in my hand. None of them bother to answer, they just look at me awkwardly. “Is there something wrong?”


They don’t answer my question, just watch me. Did I say something wrong? I don’t think I did, I’ve been really nice to them and even offered to get them Nate follows, but I’m being swerved…


That’s when I feel a huge spray of water all over my back, a big pressure hitting the centre of my spine causing me to arch my back in shock and whack my hips against the metal barriers.

“What the fuck?!”

It wasn’t even that much water but I can feel my shirt sticking against my back and going transparent against my skin, and little drops of water trickling down the back of my jeans and into my pants.

I don’t even have to turn around to know who it was, it’s pretty damn obvious that it’s my extremely mature boyfriend with a cheesy, guilty grin plastered on his lips.

“Nathan Montgomery Maloley, I am going to kill you!”

I whip around, without attacking anyone with my hair, and face my boyfriend with a pissed off look. I rest my hands on my hip and raise an eyebrow at him. He does nothing but shrug his shoulders and smile.

What a cheesy ass bastard.

Ugh, he’s so adorable.

“You don’t really want to kill me, your amazing, loving boyfriend, do you?” He asks, ‘hiding’ the massive water gun behind his back and taking a step towards me.

I scoff a laugh, “Oh, believe me, I will.”

“No baby, you won’t.”

I completely deadpan into a resting bitch face and blankly stare at my cheesy boyfriend. Of course I wouldn’t literally kill him, not in public anyway.

I look down at his body and notice that he’s completely wet through, his black jeans are a shade darker, they’re going to be a bitch to get off, and I can see his entire torso through his shirt. These girls behind me must be having a field day right now.

“Can I have a hug?” He asks, taking another step forward and raising his arms out. “I want a hug.”

“Not when you’re that wet you can’t.” I take a step away but he follows me, only taking one step at a time.

Nate grins at me with a playful glint in his eye, he slowly pulls the water gun out from behind his back and aims it at my stomach, silently threatening to pull the trigger and completely soak my front like he did to my back.

“Nathan, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He asks, stepping closer and pushing his finger down on the trigger harder than before. “Am I not allowed to show my baby affection?”

I roll my eyes and mentally start to freak out as my back hits the metal railing. “Soaking me with a water gun isn’t affectionate, Nate.”

“But babe, it’s so fun!” He grins, pushing the trigger down again and lightly squirting some water at me. “See! It’s just a bitta fun!”

“I haven’t got any spare clothes with me and this is already spreading to the front.” I whine.

“You can wear my flannel.” He says quickly and wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tight into his chest to make sure that I’m completely soaked, just like he is.

“Oh for Gods sake, Nate!” He rocks me side to side and quietly laughs in my ear. “Why do you do this shit to me?”

“Because I love you,” He cheeses, kissing the side of my head and pulling me against him tighter, I’m near to suffocation, I swear. “And because it’s fun to annoy you.”

“You’re an ass, babe.”

He pulls back a little bit and wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “An ass that you love.”

“Unlucky for me.”

I look down at my top and cringe, it’s completely transparent and anyone can see my bright pink bra. Why didn’t I colour coordinate my outfit completely?

Oh, yes, right, I didn’t know that I would get attacked by a damn water gun so I didn’t dress for the occasion.

“Just shut up and enjoy my hug, love bug.”

I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows again, “'Love bug’, really, Nate? You’re starting up on the cheesy nicknames again?”

“Of course I am, pumpkin.”

I can’t help myself.

“…Spice latte.”

“This is why I love you and why I wanted to attack you with my water.”

Three... Two... One... - Imagine series

Episode one (of hopefully a lot, if people like it i’d continue)

Warnings- none

Summery- This is basically a series that starts with Superhero!reader, Pietro and Wanda in Strucker’s labs

Word Count- 1,564

Key Words- y/n= your name, l/c= lip color, h/l= hair length, h/c= hair color, s/c= skin color, e/c= eye color


(i don’t own this gif)

“You are the new recruits right?” A guy in a uniform asked impatiently.
“Yes. I am Wanda this is my brother Pietro.” The brown-haired girl replied with a steady voice as her silver-haired brother stood still with his arms crossed.
“Alright then, you will be assigned with a guide, someone to train you for battle” The guy mumbled dryly.
“Why do we need a babysitter?” The older brother protested.
“Send in number 3” the guy demanded, talking into his wrist band, completely disregarding Pietro’s stupid question.
His wrist band mumbled a couple of not so audible words and a couple of silent minutes later, a women came in through the metal door.
She was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and matching yoga pants, she had a weapon belt equipped with many different knifes and pistols around her waist and a gun strapped to her thigh with a method similar to the belt’s and she seemed young, younger the twins and definitely too young to be their trainer.
She caught Pietro’s attention the moment he laid his eyes on her.
She had h/l h/c all braided neatly onto one braid.
She looked dead serious and very intimidating, she held her hands behind her back waiting for a command.
“Three, these are the new recruits,” the soldier-like looking man stated and then looked at the fairly large stack of papers in his hands and read without looking up “Maximoff, Wanda and Pietro, twins, he has accelerated stamina, she’s telekinetic.”
He called the woman Three, as if it was her name, that was odd.
The woman with the tough yet appealing exterior examined the twins top to bottom with her big e/c eyes.
“You’ll be mentoring them for a while, battle train them, help them control their powers, and whatever else you consider necessary; you have Strucker’s complete trust that you’ll succeed. Now show them to their rooms.” The guy ordered.
The woman who was referred to as “Three” nodded in agreement and the guy walked out of the room.
“Come on” she commended in a surprisingly soft voice and walked out of the room followed by the two Maximoffs.
The three walked the quiet hallway for a few minutes before Pietro decided to engage a conversation.
“Three is it? So are you gifted as well?” He smirked slightly speeding up to catch up to the girl walking quickly before him, mostly to show off his powers.
“Yes” she answered shortly not giving any more details than what she was asked.
“Well…?” Pietro continued, obviously wanting to hear what power does she hold.
Suddenly she stopped in her place surprising Pietro so he accidentally bumps into her and then backs off quickly.
She turned around, her face looking softer then before as if it’s the first time anyone has ever truly taken interest in her.
“I’m telepathic and telekinetic”
Three muttered and Wanda seemed interested in the new information.
She then put on her tough face again and turned around walking the same pace as before.
There was silence for a while when once again Pietro decided to try to talk to the mysterious girl.
“Why you?” He asked and then explained himself, “shouldn’t we be taught by Strucker and not one of his students? Why you?”
This time Three continued walking, but stiffened up non the less.
“Because I’m the best teacher and most lethal weapon here” she declared with great confidence.
“Then why are you number Three? Where are one and two?” Pietro jokingly teased when Three stopped once again, turning to face the Maximoffs, looking deep into the older Maximoff’s ice blue eyes,her face cold and harsh.
“One and Two are dead” she said with a clear and very disturbing lack of emotion.
There was radio silence for the rest of the walk.
After a while all three made it to their rooms
“This is your room Wanda,” Three said pointing at a fairly small but clean room.
“And this one’s yours” she pointed at a pretty similar room across the hall from Wanda’s room.
“Thank you” Wanda said and Three nodded.
Just as she was about to leave and the twins were about to get in their rooms Wanda called for Three.
“Hey,” Three turned her head “what is your real name? It is not Three is it?” Wanda asked the girl in the black outfit, her accent thick.
“My name is number Three, I have no other name.” She spat out, speaking as if it was what she was programmed to say.
“Tomorrow, 6 am sharp, you two in training room 4” she commended and then left without looking back.

Two months into training the Maximoffs, Three and the siblings have grown much closer than before, she learned to soften and open up to the twins.
Wanda and Three became very good friends, discovering they had a lot in common.
On the other hand her relationship with Pietro was quite weird.

“don’t you think we have trained enough for today?” Pietro whined.
“Not until you can win me at least once speedy” the e/c eyed girl said to the silver-haired whining speedster she was currently pinning to the floor with the hill of her foot.
Looking at him from above she extended her arm to help the older Maximoff get back on his feet.
“Come on Maximoff you know you can’t resist it” number Three whispered, not realizing how close they actually were to each other.
“давай же принцесса.” Pietro whispered back in his native tongue, his lips grazing his trainer’s ear.
Though she would never admit it, she was really turned on by Pietro.
His hand still in hers, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it, causing his body to bend backwards and onto his knees.
Pietro then swept his right leg across the floor, knocking the telepath to the ground and then quickly climbing on top of her to straddle her with his thighs.
“How’s that for a win printessa?” He smirked looking down at her, he actually dreamt about this situation a lot - him lying on top her, both panting of course in his mind it was under different circumstances.
There were a couple of minutes of silence and very obvious sexual tension as the two fighters’ faces were barely an inch from each other.
Finally Three breaks the silence.
“Nice” she said nonchalantly.
She took her hand, placed it in front of the speedster’s face and snapped her fingers.
In one sharp move Pietro was thrown away from Three’s torso and at the wall behind him.
Y/n got up without an effort wiping the dust off of her.
“I gotta go now speedy, but as always, it was a pleasure” y/n said and blew a kiss at Pietro.
As she stepped outside she felt a drift of wind making her hair float in the air for a second.
It was Pietro of course, he blocked the door so she couldn’t go, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close, immediately pinning her to a wall.
“Come on, can’t you stay with me just a little longer?” The silver-haired guy protested giving her his famous wide-eyed look.
Pietro always asked her to stay longer after lessons, but he’s never done that before.
“You know I can’t Piet” Y/n nearly whispered, overwhelmed by the extreme closeness of his face and body to hers.
“And if I will give you a reason to stay?” Pietro purred seductively.
The beautiful h/c haired girl arched her eyebrows in confusion.
“Umm Pietro i-” Three was cut off by the soft feeling of Pietro’s lips crushing into hers.
In a second y/n’s hands tangled into his silver locks tugging on them as the passionate kiss continued.
His hands were grabbing her waist quite aggressively, but she didn’t mind.
Pietro slipped his tongue between his trainer’s soft l/c lips tilting his head slightly to the right.
He pressed his torso to hers, sending a chill through her entire body.
Three felt the thrill at the pit of her stomach when-
“Number three report immediately to room 42”
It was Strucker’s voice blasting through her wrist band, instantly ending the kiss.
Three abruptly broke off the kiss, pushing Pietro away by his defined chest.
She was completely speechless; the usually confident and tough girl looked as if she was a little baffled teen.
“Number Three, come to room 42 this instant” the wrist band commended once again.
Three stood there for a minute unable to talk when she finally took a hold of herself.
She cleared her throat and swallowed, trying to make the lump in her throat disappear.
She started walking backwards slowly towards the door.
“This- umm- Pietro you’re my student that- that’s wrong- it’s forbidden- we-” she struggled with the words, taking small breathes in between.
She turned her back to Pietro, her h/l h/c hair swinging around with her as she started walking out.
“Three wait-” Pietro yelled after her as she stepped outside of the silver-grey room.
Three balled a fist with her hands and then turned to Pietro, looking uncertain.
“Y/n. I’m not Three I’m y/n” she exclaimed quietly.
Pietro stayed standing for several minutes, still shocked by the way things turned out.
So many thoughts ran through Pietro’s mind, but all he could focus on was how much the name y/n suited Three, and how he always loved that name.


давай же принцесса - come on princess


please please tell me what you think an if your want me to write the next episode! xx

Fic Recs Galore!

@queerlyalex tagged me to rec my favorite fics under 1k kudos! I have soooo many tho, so I’m limiting myself to 10 here. Also, I’m a femslash mood right now. And I also tag: @foxerica, @crossroadswrite, @bistiles, @shiftsideways, @rohruh, @thegirlwholovedeverything, and anyone else who wants to do it and spread love to under-appreciated fics!

Braeden x Kira

bulletproof by kirargent | 500 words | General

“You really think you can do this?” Braeden asks. A thin hint of fascination rides under the expected derision of her tone; it makes a tingle of thrill race up Kira’s spine.

“Yep,” Kira says, nodding. She’s hacked arrows out of the air before; she’s really freaking fast. She can do this, right? She gives Braeden a smile that she knows is far too big and blatantly terrified. “Totally.”

Ahhh, I love their dynamics here! Kira being awkward and nervous about her crush but still being a badass and Braeden being cocky and sexy and totally turned on by Kira being a badass.

call us even by isaaclayhey | 500 words | General

When Kira reached her apartment door, she found a note from her next door neighbor, Braeden, scrawled on a post it note: “I think we need to talk. Come by whenever.”

Short but sweet! And anyone who’s read my Skimmons fic knows that I have a weakness for cats instigating relationships.

Malia x Kira

(at most) I’m sleeping all these demons away by someonelsesheart | 4k | Teen

“I think we should start having sex,” says Malia.

“What,” says Kira.

The characterizations here are great – I love how blunt Malia is! Also bi!Kira is life. And Kira going to Stiles for love-life advice omg.

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