also here's a picture of myself like i said earlier today

Clean up after your dog.

I live in a very nice condominium complex in a pretty decently sized city in the South. I managed to buy a unit at the ripe age of 23, after making a pretty penny in the stock market - making me easily the youngest person in the complex.

The units are one building with 4 condos per unit, each is two stories with a balcony for each bedroom and for the downstairs area. Not very important, but I want to paint a mental picture here.

The outside of my condo, when it comes to lawn space, is VERY small. I’m talking like a patch of grass no larger than most individual blocks of sidewalk.

About a couple of months ago, this woman moved in a few units over with a large boxer. Having two large dogs myself, I was happy to see more big dogs in the area (most the people around here have little foofy dogs).

One day, I walked outside to see a large pile of dog shit and this lady hastily walking away. I called out kindly - “excuse me ma'am, please clean up after your dog”. She looked back, gave me a sour look, and continued walking away.

Okay, whatever, no big deal. I’ll give her a freebie this time so I cleaned up after her and threw it away trying to be a good neighbor.

I want to mention now that I’ve REALLY tried to go above and beyond the neighborly call of duty - as I said earlier, in the youngest here and I want to make it clear to my neighbors that I’m not just some spoiled little bastard that is going to make their lives hell. I sweep my older neighbors porches, swap recipes and have even babysat one of their grandchildren. I do my best to be a good neighbor, it’s just how I was raised.

However, this lady hit a sore spot. I let the first one slide, but this happened FIVE MORE TIMES IN THE SAME WEEK. Finally I confronted her and said “ma'am, I’m sick of cleaning your dogs shit and stepping around it every day. Please clean it up.”

I shit you not, and I wish I was exaggerating. She looked me right in the eye and said “I paid for a condo too, I’ll leave my shit wherever I want”. She then briskly walked off while I stood in shock.

Finally, I snapped. So I began to save every piece of shit that dumb bitch left in front of my house for around two straight months. I had a HEFTY GARBAGE BAG FULL OF IT (imagine what you use to clean leaves up in, it was that big). I won’t lie, I threw quite a bit of my own dog’s excrement in there for good measure. I mean come on, just her dog wasn’t going to cover the amount needed. That bag was F*CKING. HEAVY.

(where I stored it: Great question actually. All the condo units have individual cellars for storage. I stored it down there until I was ready to make my move. I probably should have mentioned that so you all wouldn’t think I’m some psycho dog-shit hoarder who has a closet full of feces.)

Yes, it smelled like shit every time I opened the damn door to add to the pile. It took an immense amount of patience and gagging to pull this off - but it was well worth it.

I waited until 4 am on Monday morning before I walked up to her condo and dumped that bag right on her small tiny condo lawn. It was worth every second of patience.

Sure enough, come 7 am there’s a bang on my door - and it’s my lovely neighbor.

“You need to come f*cking clean this shit up RIGHT NOW!” - she screamed in my face.

I smiled “sorry ma'am, I paid for a condo here too. I’ll leave my shit wherever I want.”

In short - Lady kept leaving dog poop on my lawn, so I saved it all and dumped about 2 months worth on hers.

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[ soulmate ]

pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words


I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.

“Yeah.”

Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 


“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.


After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”

“Huh?”

“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”


Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 


I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.

“Hey.”

“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”


“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”


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okay this was waaaay longer than I planned for it to be HAHA

it was so fun doing this scenario bc i personally really enjoy reading soulmate scenarios. they’re always so cute (and sometimes heartbreaking) !!

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.02

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{ pt.03 }

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smutty plot

Word count: 6,512

~ Sorry I took so long to update and it’s not much but here is part two! I’ve been a bit busy these past two weeks but hope you enjoy ♡

it’s roughly edited sorry


   “I’m going! I’m going!”

I dabbed the liquid product against the side of my neck, blending it with my finger. I pushed my hair away from my shoulders, making sure I didn’t forget any spots. The weather was extremely hot so I couldn’t exactly go out with a turtleneck on. I moved my hair over my neck just as an extra precaution before opening the door, seeing Coco standing on the other side of it. She raised her eyebrow suspiciously at me and I just smiled at her like nothing was happening.

    “Breakfast is getting cold.” She said looking past me into the bathroom, as if to find somebody in there. I gave her a small ‘okay’ and followed her out of my room and into the kitchen where everyone was at. They all looked up from their plates as we walked in and I took the empty seat next to Emi at the island table. I greeted them all a good morning as I poured myself a glass of orange juice from the vase in the center.

     “You look well rested (Y/n).” Mina said speaking up with a bit of food still in her mouth. The other girls giggled under their breaths as I eyed them, with the edge of the glass against my lips. Bitsy nudged my arm with her elbow before passing me a plate of food Coco had served for me.

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said simply with a shrug from my shoulder, setting the glass down in front of me.

     “Come on guys. We all know (Y/n) isn’t the type to kiss and tell.” Emi said settling everyone down. “Or should I say fuck and tell.” I gasped as everyone busted out laughing again. So much for her being the innocent one of the group. Bitsy reached in front of me to give her a high five for the clever comment.

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anonymous asked:

what are som of your favorite fics? love your blog❤️❤️❤️

+ Anonymous: What’s your favourite fanfic ever? 

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First of all, thank you! ♥ Second of all, I don’t think you’ve realized what you’ve gotten yourself into. Listen, I have so many favorites and I really tried to keep this short (I did!!), but it was impossible to choose just one (or 5.. or 10..), so I settled down on 15. Hope you don’t mind too much, haha. 

Little disclaimer: these are in no particular order, but I decided to number them anyway, just to keep a better track :) Have fun!

  1. with love, from anonymous by cosetties & iriswests ✓  
    Summary: secret admirer!au; Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. 

  2. That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even. 

  3. in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle ✓
    Summary: wrong number!au; “I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description"… Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana. 

  4. Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl 
    Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

  5. Cut Us Out In Little Stars by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Romeo and Juliet!au; Even Bech Næsheim. The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim. He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still. A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy. The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question. 

  6. You Don’t Even Know Me! by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: HateToLove!au; “Let’s keep our daddy issues out of work,“ said Even. “Excuse me?!” Or: The one in which Isak and Even are interns who start on the wrong foot and don’t like each other at all (except that they do).

  7. hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.

  8. i guess that’s destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.
     
  9. I’m Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: childhood friends!au; “This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Your bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole masculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.” aka, Isak and Even are childhood friends.

  10. love and condoms by kassie ✓  
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

  11. Sideways and Slantways by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first. 

  12. True or False by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: childhood best friends!au; Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively. 

  13. And If In That Moment by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting. “Anyway back to Emma.” Fuck. “Why isn’t she your type?” Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.” *Or, what would’ve happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned. 

  14. The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket ✓
    Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

  15. cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse ✓  
    Summary: “Eskild, please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of Even,” Isak begs, groaning when Eskild winces theatrically. “Oh, god, what did I do?” “You mean besides rubbing yourself against him like a cat and started taking your clothes off?” Eskild asks tentatively, giving him a pitying look when Isak lets out a noise of death and mortification. “If it helps he seemed to be enjoying your…attention?” * Isak doesn’t remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

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Reign Supreme Chapter 2

Y’all ready for chapter 2? I know what y’all thinking “Why you giving us more Roman?” Because I can and I want you all to be addicted to my writing! Lol anyways here is chapter 2!

Synopsis: Shae decides she is better off moving on from her one sided affection towards roman… But is it really one sided. Does Roman really not know who she is or is he well aware? Does he want her the same way she wants him? All these questions and more will be answered on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z! LOL JUST KIDDING! 

Warnings: Light but INTENSE SMUT! Also Intense and dominate Ro ;). Naughty thoughts. 

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RAW was going live in less than 30 minutes. Everyone backstage was running around putting the finish touches on costumes and ring gear. Makeup was being fine tuned and props were being secured and placed.

I was currently heading back to the trainers room. Earlier I ended up meeting with Hunter again while wandering around backstage. I asked him if I can remain in the trainer’s room with the team instead of having my own work space. It made me feel apart of the team and plus that way I could help my team with things that needed to be done. He agreed and decided that he would get that part of the contract taken out before I signed it. He also let me know that tomorrow he would like for me to meet with him and Stephanie to sign my new contract. I agree and head back.

As I’m walking can’t help but feel a bit down. I’m still a bit hurt about the Roman situation. But how can I be upset over it? He doesn’t know me. And I don’t know him, ONLY of him. And I was expecting him to be happy for me?

That is so selfish. I can’t expect something like that from someone who doesn’t even know who I am. That’s like wanting the president to acknowledge you voting for them and you’re only one of billions who did so. I wasn’t his girl I was just an obsessive fan. Which I’m  quite sure he has plenty of.

When I return to the room I prep for the night and take inventory of the supplies and tools. Minutes later I hear the opening pyro go off and the crowd go crazy. It’s shaking the room I’m currently in. I smile to myself. Tonights crowd is going to be a crazy one.

The shows starting. As if on cue Seth Rollins walks in along with Enzo and Cass.

I smile and them and welcome them. Zo walks up and kisses my cheek and then Cass ruffles my hair. Seth squeezes my shoulder as he passes.

“Hi Seth. What’s up Zo? Cass stop messing up my hair. Just because you’re 7 feet doesn’t mean I won’t cripple your ass.”

Cass chuckles and sits on the table while Zo sits in the chair next to my table and puts his wrists out. I start to tape them while I ask him to flex his fingers and tell me if it was uncomfortable. I don’t wanna cut off circulation to his wrists.

Seth leans against the wall and looks at me. “So we heard you’re the new head trainer. Congrats.”

I smile up at him then go back to Zo’s wrists. “Thank you Seth. I wasn’t expecting it but I’m happy for it. I shows how hard I’ve been working is being noticed and appreciated.”

Cass chuckles and says something along the lines of “If my life has to be in your hands I don’t wanna be on your bad side.”

I pause what I’m doing and look up at cass with a smirk. “Don’t worry Cass. I won’t let you die… too quickly. I’ll make you suffer before I let you pass. Keep that mind the next time you mess with my hair.”

*****Later that night*****

I’m currently sitting in catering with Emma, Bayley and Finn talking about absolutely nothing and everything.

As we’re talking I notice Nia walking in with Roman. She finds me and winks. She turns and says something to Roman and he shrugs his shoulders. She says something once more then walks off towards me. My eyes linger on him for a few more seconds before I reluctantly turn my head and focus on Nia. She comes over to our table and sits down. She greets everyone. And turns towards me with a smile.

“Hi guys. What are y'all talking about?”

Finn answers while on his phone. “Were just talking ‘bout nothin’ at all.”

Nia looks at me and winks. “So Shae are you up for some fun tonight?”

I look at Nia warily. “What kind of fun?”

“So I was thinking of going out with some people and dancing. Plus we can celebrate your promotion.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“I don’t know. I have to be up to meet Hunter early. I’m signing my contract tomorrow morning.”

“Oh well let’s plan it for this weekend instead. We’re going to be off the road for a few days and Naomi, Jon and Josh can come too.”

I perk up at this and beam at Nia. Naomi is my other best friend besides Nia. She’s married to Jimmy Uso. And Jimmy and Jay happen to be Nia and Romans cousins.

“YAY! Okay this weekend we will celebrate. I can’t wait to see my loves.” She smiles and shakes her head. She knows I’m a sucker for some Naomi.

“Good. I’ll let Roman know what the plan is.”

The smile immediately drops from my face.

Nia takes notice and places a hand on my shoulder. Emma looks at me and Bayley leans forward looking worried. Finn places his phone on the table and folds his arms over his chest. Looking at me as well.

I finally speak. “Uh well I don’t think I want him there. I won’t be able to handle him being there or anywhere near me right now.”

Nia looks appalled I said that. “WHAT!? Why? What happened? You were in love with him earlier today.”

I give Nia the death stare. I don’t know why I feel so defensive at that moment. Everyone at the table knows how I feel about him. I stare at them all for a moment before I lower my head and run my right index finger over the table making patterns.

“Well I think it’s selfish to want him to care about me when he doesn’t even know who I am. It’s selfish to want him so badly. It’s a pipe dream… Wanting him to want me. We’ve never spoken to each other before and I thought I’d get a reaction out of him when Hunter said I was being promoted and didn’t. It made me realize this is a one sided affection. And I can’t keep going on like this. So I’m going to move on. Focus on work for now.”

They just looked at me.

Finn speaks in a calm voice while looking at me. “Ya know dat isn’t gonna work. You’ll be right back to pining’ over him tomorrow, especially if he comes around you. You can’t just dismiss your feelings love.”

I look at Finn dead in his eyes. “I won’t know unless I try. I just feel selfish for wanting him to act like my man and he isn’t.” I stand up and stretch. I smile at everyone and start to walk away.

“I gotta get back to the trainer’s room. I’ll see you guys later.” And with that I walk off.

When I arrive at the trainer’s room I walk in and sit at my desk. I start to look through the inventory sheets I have. I need to add some things for next week’s shows. I have to make sure the crew has everything they need and then some since I’ll be off the road for 5 days. Also I need to send out a text to my team about the meeting we’re having tomorrow morning about my time off and my new position. I get up and turn to my bag to grab my phone and I immediately freeze at what I see in front of me.

Roman is sitting on the table with his bright grey eyes focused on me. I just stare at him for a few seconds before I remember I’m supposed to be moving on from this. I clear my throat and speak.

“Uh Roman I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you there. Is there something you need?”

He just stares at me for a few moments before slowly getting up and walking towards me. His eyes are trained squarely on me. I feel like a deer caught in headlights. I take a step back while my eyes are still locked on his. I can’t look away even if I wanted to. All I think about is how he’s looking at me finally. He takes step towards me and I take a step back each time he comes towards me.

Suddenly my butt hits my desk and I know I can’t go any farther. He smirks and closes the distance between us.

Its at this moment I take notice of our height difference. Hes 6’3 and im 5’4. I come right to his chest. I don’t know why but at this moment I picture him picking me up and pushing me against the nearest wall as he takes my lips in a heated kiss. His hands roaming over my ass squeezing and groping. My hands running from his broad and wide shoulders up to his thick neck and tracing his handsome face, and finally gripping those long and soft locks. Him breaking away and looking at me while breathing hard. Me looking at him with half lidded eyes and breathing hard. Him giving me that signature smirk and…

I’m snapped out of my trace by his husky chuckle. “Baby girl I can practically hear you thinking. And trust me I want to do more than just stand here. Maybe I should bend you over this desk and shove my cock into that pretty pussy. Would you like that? Hmm?”

His voice. It’s so deep and husky. It caresses my skin and makes me melt on the spot. I can feel my panties become soaked and it only turns me on more. I manage to nod my head since words have failed me at this moment. He places a finger under my chin and lifts my chin so that I have to look up at him.

When I look up I just stare. He’s so sexy. Staring down at me his hair is like veil around us. He smells so good. Like fresh rain and sweat. I wonder what he’d taste like. Maybe I should lick him to find out.

His lips are so full. They look so soft. I want them on me. Everywhere. I finally look into those eyes. I can feel myself get lost in them and I want that. I want to lose myself to him. To give him everything I am. I want to submit myself to him and then some.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone. But with him it feels so right. It feels good to just give. To submit my body and soul to him. I want him to claim me. I just want him on and inside of me.

He’s looking back at me with equal interest. If you can call it that. He’s looking back at me with the eyes of a man who’s found what he wants… Wants to fuck. To break. To claim.

He licks his lips and speaks in a husky voice. “So… You want to move on from caring about me? You want to forget me?” He chuckles at that and leans down so that were nose to nose. His hand goes from my chin to the back of my neck and he gives a firm squeeze.

“Babygirl you won’t ever forget me. Do you wanna know why?”

I take a sharp intake of air at his question. I move my eyes around frantically and try to move my lips in an attempt to speak but I can’t. I look down and close my eyes. I take deep breaths and calm myself. I look up when I feel calmer and speak.

“Why won’t I forget you?” I ask in a quiet voice. I smirks and moves his lips on top of mine. Not kissing me but just hovering. When he speaks it’s basically a growl and that’s when my legs become jelly. Roman notices this and braces his legs around mine helping to keep me upright. I can feel his cock poking my stomach. And it’s so warm even through his thick cargo pants.

“You won’t forget me because i’m going to imprint my essence into you. I’m going to fuck you into submission. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember where you end and I begin. I’m going to fuck you and break you. Then i’m going to rebuild you with only thoughts of me and what I did to you. And trust me you’ll enjoy every second of it. You’ll enjoy it so much you’ll soak the sheets. Drip down on my cock. Scream my name. And you’ll thank me for what I’m going to do to you.”

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Ghost!Calum

Words: 6K

Warning: smut

Summary: Y/N and her mum move into a new home, which Y/N is dreading. Whilst painting her room she meet’s Calum who died a year ago and is obviously a ghost. You help him reconnect with his old best friends in which he thanks you in the best way a ghost could.

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Your mum drove up the long stony pathway, hearing the rocks crackle beneath the tyres. I let out another exaggerated sigh, looking dramatically out the window as a sad song played through my headphones. Me and my mum were once again moving away from our problems. In the past five year’s we’ve moved at least 12 times, from small flats to large houses. It all started when my dad cheated on my mum, I was only 10 and didn’t understand why we were moving from our happy family home to a cramped apartment that was the size of a shoe box. Now at the age of 19 I had gotten used to moving around and not unpacking my things. I had never had a stable job or education either, I tried but it was so hard moving around the place. 

“Cheer up Y/N” Mum said in her silky voice. I rolled my eye’s and focused on the tree leaves, the different colours of orange. I loved autumn it’s always been my favourite as it’s not to hot but it’s not to cold. It’s just right. We had been travelling through this forest for a couple of minutes. Up the long drive, it had gotten a lot darker and the colours of the leaves were a dark brown. I looked in front and there stood a large black castle/house. I furrowed my eye brows as my mum got out the car with her clanging key’s. There was a large gate with a chain holding it together, my mum placed the key in the lock and the chains fell from the gate. She pushed them back and placed a stop underneath them. The house itself was massive, probably bigger then anything we’ve ever had. It was dark and gloomy and could do with a paint job, or some colour. My mum came back into the car and put the key’s down into the cup holder. 

“So what do you think?” she said excitedly. 

“I like it, how long this time? A week? A month? or will we be moving tomorrow?” I mumbled sarcastically. 

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Pancakes with a side of you (Ethan)

Summary: Waking up before the twins you decided to make them breakfast, wanted them to eat earlier than they usually do. The morning goes quickly since the twins and you have something to do later on. In the kitchen, with Ethan, he suggests something you can’t pass up. 

Warnings: Nothing really but Ethan being a flirt. 

A/N: The twins sure do eat a lot of pancakes so I decided to write a little something about it. I think I would be tired of pancakes if I consumed them like they do. I’m going to be busy this weekend so I thought why not post this now, it’s short so it’s fine. 

(Not my picture, credit to the cook which I know it’s not enough because look at this. This looks so good!) 


I yawned as I stretched my limbs, still tired from the late night with Ethan. I had helped him edit Tuesday’s video so he wouldn’t be as exhausted. Grayson did last week’s video so it’s was Ethan’s turn and I volunteered to help. Both of them deserved some rest.

I turned to my boyfriend Ethan, who was still sleeping, he was wrapped in the blanket snoring away. He was so cute, it took a lot to not reach over to brush his hair with my fingertips. I heard my stomach growl indicating I was hungry, I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch.

I got up from the bed dressed in one of Ethan’s shirts, it was big, but it was the way I liked it. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Morning drool wasn’t what I wanted to rock. After doing my morning routine, I went towards the kitchen. I heard Grayson snoring from his room, he was louder than Ethan. I looked around the kitchen to decide what to cook, they had the ingredients to make pancakes, Homemade pancakes it is! Plus, the twins rarely ate breakfast and sometimes I worry about them not eating right or enough.

I got the ingredients for the pancakes even some strawberries and bananas since both of them love the toppings.

I started mixing humming a song to myself, enjoying actually being up at a decent hour. I’m going to be making a lot of pancakes, feeding two boys who love food just as much as I do. Still humming to myself, I felt two muscular arms wrap around my waist. I knew who it was and smiled enjoying his embrace.

“Morning E,” I said while flipping a pancake.

“Morning babe,” he said, his voice raspy from just waking up. He kissed me on the cheek, the ends of his hair touching my neck as he did. I giggled since I was very ticklish and Ethan knew it, he often used it against me.

“You sleep okay?” I asked, leaning against his chest.

“Yeah, I did, you need any help with cooking?”

“No, I’m almost done you can just go wake Gray,” I answered putting another pancake on a plate that was next to the stove.

“Sure thing,” he replied giving me a quick kiss on the top of my head. He walked away to Grayson’s room,

I put the last pancake on the plate, I started placing the toppings on them and some whip cream. I put the dirty dishes in the sink, I’m going to come back to them later or one of the boys could. Soon Ethan and Grayson came out of the room with Gray arguing. Something about waking him up because he was having a great dream, Ethan rolled his eyes and told him to get over it. I set all the plates on the table and went to get something to drink for all of us. I came back and saw that both of them were sitting down.

“Morning Y/N,” Grayson greeted.

“Good Morning,” I said taking a seat as well.

“Thanks for the food babe,” Ethan thanked picking up a fork digging into the pancakes.

“Yeah, thanks, I freaking love pancakes,” Grayson beamed.

I just laughed. “That’s good thought you guys would be tired of them.”

“Never,” Grayson responded.

“Plus, your cooking is way better than Gray’s,” Ethan said nudging me in the shoulder. I snickered trying not to laugh harder to upset Grayson. He glared at Ethan his jaw twitching, he hated when someone talked bad about his cooking, especially Ethan.

“That’s because you’re picky, my stuff is delicious,” Grayson grumbled.

“Keeping telling yourself that,” he said taking another bite of his food.

“So uh…what’s the plans for today?” I asked trying to change the subject so Grayson wouldn’t kill his brother.

“A photo shoot with Bryant and filming another video,” Ethan replied. “Which you will be joining in on,” he added.

I nodded excited to be spending another day with the twins, I always had the best days when I am with them. We finished our pancakes and Ethan took the dishes so he could wash them. Grayson went to go take a shower so this left us alone. I followed Ethan into the kitchen wrapping my arms around him. Sometimes he likes to be cuddled too.

“I love you, Ethan,” I said leaving kisses on his back.

He chuckles. “Love you to Y/N.” He was scrubbing away on a plate, his muscles flexed with each movement. Something I loved to watch when he wasn’t looking. He washed the last dish turning off the water then dried his hands.

“I’m kind of hungry for something else,” he said turning looking at me with a smirk.

“You ate like five pancakes, what else do you want E?” I questioned raising a brow.

“I want you,” he claimed pulling me closer to him. My eyes widened at his bold remark, sometimes I forget how he could be so straightforward.

“You can’t be late for the photo shoot and Gray’s here,” I replied trying to resist the urge from jumping on him right then and there.

“What’s a few minutes and if you’re quiet he won’t hear us. Also, I owe you for making breakfast,” he whispered sending a chill down my spine. I’m sure I have goosebumps appearing on my arms now. I gave it some thought and said what the hell I only live once, he was looking good with his messy hair and bare chest.

“Shower now Ethan,” I demanded walking towards the other bathroom with him laughing behind me.

Sorry no smut if you were expecting it, one I’m not comfortable with writing it. If I did it would have been awful, so I will keep my stuff light for now. But like imagine a morning with the twins! I would actually get up. 

Wake Up, Dollface

Since I was summoned, this sounded too good to pass up, I could meet the deadline, and I wanted to celebrate somehow, I’ve got a contribution to the @negansmutweek JDM/Negan birthday bash. *throws confetti* This one would ordinarily still be in the editing stages, as it’s kinda rough and unpolished, but I don’t think I did too bad…

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What a day.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and kicked off my shoes, sighing with relief. God, what a long, long day. It took a lot of work to keep the Sanctuary going and everyone had a job to do, from the laborers like me working their asses off for points to the Saviors themselves, Negan’s men, reporting only to him.

He had been out holding court today. I’d seen him surrounded by his subordinates, that baseball bat propped over his shoulder. It was the first time I’d seen him clearly; the customary leather jacket was gone and even at a distance I could see muscular arms and broad shoulders. He reminded me of a large jungle cat, powerful and graceful, every movement exuding the confidence of someone fully aware he was the alpha. I paused in my work, filling my eyes with him, the charming smile, the cocky manner, everything.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I reached down and pulled off my socks, stuffing them into my shoes so I could find them in the morning, recalling the sound of his laugh echoing briefly in my ears as he talked with his men and the way the hem of his t-shirt kept riding up, exposing his flat stomach and hinting at abs, a trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. He had skipped shaving that morning, judging by the shadow of stubble along his jaw, but his hair was slicked back neatly, dark again but peppered with gray.  He turned his head and I saw the planes and contours of his face, animated and good-humored, but I also knew some of what lay beneath, through word of mouth and eyewitness accounts. He was beautiful, he was dangerous…

He was magnificent.

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#Goals (Asa x reader)

Anonymous said: could write one where the reader and asa are dating and they post pictures of each other on instagram and your relationship is all over tumblr and stuff like that and something rlly fluffy and relationship goals pleaseee

Here you go! I hope you like this, I was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it!

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Fanmeeting pt1

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1762

Requested by @theelvensketches

Plot: You meet Jimin at a Fanmeet and he starts to take interest in you.

A/n: This was actually supposed to be a OneShot, which was requested, but I decided to make 2  (maybe 3) parts! I hope you enjoy it!



Today is the day. I am finally going to meet my favourite group BTS at one of their fan meeting. I have been waiting for this day since ages and today I am able to see my all time Bias Park Jimin in person. I feel a bit giddy with excitement, not able to wait for it, as the hours, this morning feel like they were going to last for days and weeks.

It’s 11 p.m and I have still 6 hours left. A lot of time to get ready for the Fanmeeting. I need to be extra beautiful for today, to make a good impression for my idol and that’s why I have been planning my outfit and makeup for weeks. I decided for a grey skater skirt, a white top, a bleck leather jacket and white Adidas shoes. For my makeup, i decided to keep it simple with some foundation, mascara and some eyeliner and I style my hair in some loose curls.

As I make my way to the fanmeet, I receive a phone call, which I answer immediately.

„Hello?! Girl, where are you? I am already here and I hope that you are almost here as well?!“ My best friend (Y/B/F/N) yells into the phone due to the loud noise at the place where we are supposed to meet. This girl is always earlier than supposed time, to make sure that she won’t run late. Or she just couldn’t stand to wait any longer. „I am on my way! Don’t worry, I will be there in 20!“ I yell back into the phone, to make sure that she will hear what I am saying.

„You better hurry and are in less than 20 Minutes here! I am all alone between crazy fangirls. I feel lonely! HURRY!“ And with that, she hung up. Being there in less than 20 minutes? Sure, I will just ask the Busdriver to skip some bus stops, if I explain to him that I want to meet some idol teens, he will surely understand.

There is 1 hour and 15 Minutes to go, only this one hour and a few minutes of waiting, separates me from meeting BTS. The excitement in my stomach grows from time to time. I really want this hour to go by quick, but the time doesn’t want to pass by as quick as I wish to. The 20 minute bus ride proceeds smoothly. I listen to some BTS’ music as I stare out of the window. The weather is perfect for a fan meeting. It is a warm early summer day, the sun is shining brightly through the leaves of the trees which are standing next to the street. The bus is filled with a lot of people, most of them are Armys, BTS’ fans. All of them are also heading to the fan meeting with BTS. They are talking abut their biases and favourite songs. The girls and boys here are bonding and creating new friendships. That’s what I love the most about being in a fandom. People who have been strangers to each other are becoming friends because they share the same passion.

Just as I arrived at my aim bus stop, which is right next to the hall, I can already see all the fans gathering together. Peoples are standing outside waiting to go into the hall. A big queue has been created. I walk around the place to find (Y/B/F/N) in the big group of fangirls and fanboys. I knew that a lot of people would come today, but I didn’t expect that this amount of fans would come here, this makes it really hard to find my friend. There are so many people, roughly who are running around, trying to squeeze themselves into the queue, probably trying to find their group or so, here and there are fans who start randomly screaming, catching the attention of some others.

I am still trying to find my friend „God…where is this girl?“ I told myself. I should have asked where she is waiting for me, it would be a lot easier to find her. After 10 minutes I have found her. She is standing in the queue being squeezed by many girls. (Y/B/F/N) is wearing some black hot pants with a rose crop top and her (Y/B/H/C) hair tied up in a high ponytail. I walk up to her screaming her name to get her attention! „You took way to long, young girl!“ she scolds me instead of greeting me. „It’s hard to find your ugly ass in the mass of hundreds of people. You should have told me where you are waiting for me, stupid butt.“

Together we stand in the crowded queue, being shoved by the people waiting as well. It’s a mess. I feel relieved when we are allowed to enter the main hall. (Y/B/F/N) and I got good places near the stage since we run for our lives to get them. Now only a few minutes are left and then I am going to see Jimin. My stomach is almost exploding through the excitement and then the lights turn slowly off and the boys come out on the stage. The fans start screaming and cheering for the boys. Without thinking I also start screaming for them  „Park Jimin! Saranghae!“. (Y/B/F/N) starts laughing at me and also cheers for Jin. For a moment I forgot myself and start jumping, continuing to scream for Jimin. Suddenly the crowd goes silent as the boys want to introduce themselves one by one, but I had to scream again, catching their attention. „Christian ChimChim!“ Everyone in the hall starts laughing and Jim stares into my direction and sends a finger heart. But I don’t think that he actually knows that I have screamed, so he must have shot his heart blindly into my direction.

After introducing themselves, we fans are allowed to up on the stage and talk with the boys. I watch them as they integrate with their fans, doing cute poses for them and also waving for and who are filming them and doing aegyo from time to time. The boys also goof around with each other and the presents they get from their fans. But i keep my attention at Jimin who is doing a cute v-pose for a girls fan cam. I try to make a picture of him with my phone as he turns to my side and winks cutely. I start to squeal and my face turns red. I turn around to (Y/B/F/N) who grins at me with a bright face. Both of us start to fangirl over this little moment. I can’t actually believe what has happened. This is surely on of the best day of my life. I catch Jimin a few times peeking over my direction and quickly turning his attention back to the fan in front of him. He might do this out of reflex, since idols always scan the crowd, sending hearts and waving the fans.

15 Minutes have passed until it is our turn to go to the boys’ table. I take out my You Never Walk Alone album out, asking the boys to sign it for me. The first one of them is J-Hope. He greets me with his signature sunshine smile and asks me how I am. After meeting him the order continues with RapMonster, V, Jungkook, Jin, Suga and lastly Jimin. Every one of them greets me kindly and I got the chance to speak with them for a short time. We exchanged handshakes and a few high fives, before I meet Jimin. As I said my goodbye to Suga I move towards Jimin, who recognises me from earlier and mocks me with a high pitched voice „Christian ChimChim!“. Both of us start laughing. I try to hide my now red face with my hands as I try to say something. „I am sorry,“ I say giggly. „Ah, no! It’s okay, it was really cute!“ He takes my hands so he can see my face. „Don’t hide your beautiful face.“ he coos at me. I am trying to hold myself back or else I will end up screaming into his face. To distract myself, I show him the album and ask him if he could sign it for me, which he kindly does. He signs the album with his name and adds a little heart next to it. As a goodbye, he takes my hands once again and squeezes them and looks me into my eyes. „See you soon, yeobo!“ He says and I move away from him waving goodbye. That’s it. I just met him and now it’s over. I am happy, but also somehow sad. I waited for this moment for days and it has only lasted for a few seconds. I turn around to see him with another fan, but he turns his face to me and waves me.

After the end of the Fanmeet, I walk out of the hall with (Y/B/F/N), listening about the things Jin has told her. I study her face, right now she looks like the happiest girl on the earth. I can understand. Meeting your bias is the best feeling. In this little moment, you feel so many emotions. Joy, love, and euphoria. You want to jump around of excitement and you would like to hug your favourite person and never let them go. It’s a moment you keep treasured deep in your heart.

The two of us walk out on the evening of this warm day. I take out my signed Album and view it, as i notice a small paper tucked between the pages of the photos in the album. Someone has put a small note into my album unnoticed. It says to meet the person at 9 p.m at the back of the hall building. I stop abruptly, not paying attention to my friend anymore who turns around and asks me if something has happened? „Everything okay with you? Have you forgotten something? Do you hear me?!“ I do hear her, but as I check the time, I realise that the anonymous person wants to meet me all ready in 10 minutes. I turn around, ignoring my friend and start running back to the building where the fan meet was held.

Who wants to meet me?

Sherlock’s Valentine’s Day Challenge Day #3

“I guess this makes you my Valentine.”

Sherlock x Reader

Side Note: Thank you so much for the reblogs and likes on the last two, and to anyone who commented! I appreciate your compliments dearly, you’re all so sweet! This is a day late but I couldn’t post yesterday because my internet connection completely turned off when I tried to - agh!

Also, I would like to issue a slight warning for this story. Mentions of a serial killer and “suggestive material” that doesn’t go into detail. 

“You’re coming with me. Now.”

Your hand instantly stopped the spoon filled with ice cream in front of your wide open mouth as you looked over at Sherlock grabbing his coat. You were curled up in his chair with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, which Sherlock had more or less thrown at you abruptly earlier in the evening.  

“Wait, what?” The utensil dropped out of your grasp and clattered in the bowl. “But I’m celebrating!”

“Sitting down and watching crap telly, while eating more than your weight in ice cream can hardly be called celebrating. What’s so special about today?” He scoffed.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Sherlock - only one of the most important days of the year!” He raised his eyebrow at you while you smiled sarcastically back at him. “Fine. Important to me.”

“So you are here, at the flat, and not with your boyfriend on this incredibly crucial day?”

You paused to stare at Sherlock, hoping it would dawn on him. His face was blank as his eyes continued to blink at you. “You mean Scott? We broke up three months ago. Don’t you remember?”

“…Explains why you’re always here.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I don’t have a Valentine and I celebrate on my own in the flat. Not to mention, you asked me to live here after John moved out! Don’t tell me you forgot that too.”

“Not important.” Sherlock shrugged his shoulders before jumping on his heals once. “Are you done celebrating your lack of romantic affection? I’m getting impatient, Y/N. Let’s go.”

You squinted your eyes and examined him. “Why?”

A grin broke across Sherlock’s face. “We’ve got a case.” He reached over to grab your jumper from the arm of the couch and handed it over to you.

“But I look like a mess right now!”

“Oh stop. You always look perfect.” Sherlock strode over to open the door and raced down the steps, his voice becoming distant. “Meet you outside!”


“What exactly did I get myself into?” You turned from the window of the cab to study Sherlock’s face which was facing the car seat in front of him.

“A date.”

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest at those words as you stuttered an answer.

“W-What?” You questioned, your voice raising higher in the process.

He looked over at you to stare deeply into your widened eyes. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend while we’re at the restaurant the suspect owns.”

The blush creeping up onto your features slowly began to reside as you realized it wasn’t a real date, but for the case. Raising your hand up to fan your face, you turned to the window once again and coughed.

“Oh, alright. That doesn’t sound too difficult, then.”

Your hand, which was resting beside your thigh, felt the warm sensation of Sherlock’s hand next to yours while his thumb came to rest on your little finger. You ignored it, shaking your head slightly.


“So this is the restaurant? Shame I don’t have a Valentine, it has such an incredible atmosphere for a date.”

The two of you were standing outside of a large and vast building, where the windows displayed red string lights strung along the wall, giving off a warm atmosphere. Expensive table decorations were placed sporadically, with red roses and gold accents, and tied together the Valentine’s spirit. The customers appeared to be very much high class, immediately drawing your attention to your dark skinny jeans and soft brown jumper. Sherlock was wearing the usual suit beneath his Belstaff making it clear you were vibrantly out of place.

“Neat. For an active serial killer, this place is incredible. You’d never figure he chooses to decapitate people on his free time.” You shushed Sherlock instantly, glaring at him to convey the message you both needed to be careful with anything you said. He just chuckled back.

You wrapped your arm around Sherlock’s and shook off all your nerves. Looking up at him, you smiled warmly and nodded. Smiling back, he rubbed your arm and winked.

The game was on.


After being led to your table, the two of you sat down on one side of the booth and looked around the restaurant discretely. You tried to spot the man in the picture Sherlock showed you before exiting the cab, but it was no use.

“Remind me what we have to do exactly?”

“We’ll have to get acquainted with the manager and get a few answers out of him - every piece of evidence traces back to this restaurant here.”

“And we have to pretend to date because…”

Sherlock’s jaw tightened and his eyes flicked around as if looking for an answer. He opened his mouth to reply, but then noticed that your waiter had approached the table and interrupted your conversation. Your eyes flicked towards the waiter and noticed he was staring intently at… Not your eyes. Immediately you crossed your arms in distaste.

Sherlock himself had deduced the man’s intentions and squeezed your side harder. When it was your turn to order, the waiter… Damon, by his name tag, looked you directly in the eyes and smirked.

He began undressing you with his eyes and making you incredibly uncomfortable. You looked over to Sherlock for assistance, who had a dark glare set on Damon. Lost for words you turned to the waiter once again. As your mouth opened, you were stopped instantly when you felt something warm on your cheek. It only took you a few seconds to realize that Sherlock had kissed you affectionately.

Holy shit.

“My girlfriend and I will be sharing a meal, thank you.” Sherlock’s face lit up with a smile. “You can leave now. I’d like it if you left us alone as long as possible - I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with the suggestive material we will be discussing.”

Your mouth dropped open before your hand covered it and stifled a rising laugh. Damon left with a glare to Sherlock as you shook with laughter, burying your head in the crook of his neck. You felt his own laugh vibrate through his chest as he kissed your forehead.

“I don’t think we need to keep this dating act up for this long, no one is watching.” You say with a laugh before raising your head and looking at Sherlock seriously. “Sherl, you never answered my question. Why do we have to pretend to be a couple?”

“I felt the inclination of wanting to.”

Moving your eyes back and forth between his blue orbs with a shocked gaze, you lost all train of thought in the depths of his eyes. Sherlock swallowed nervously and looked down at the table with a straight face as a small smile made its way onto your own. Reaching behind his ear you began playing with Sherlock’s dark hair, moving your fingers through its softness.

You both began to realize the close proximity of your lips as he looked up, when you decided to move your hands to cup his jaw, thumbs caressing his skin. Leaning forward, Sherlock connected your lips in a gentle kiss and you smiled into it. His arms fully encased your waist as you were tugged closer to his body. You both pulled away for air and Sherlock looked at you in amazement.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Always have this affect on me.”

You smirked in satisfaction. “Always? How long have you felt this way?”

Sherlock didn’t have to think much as he remembered the day perfectly. “Practically the day I met you.”

Your heart soared and you couldn’t resist placing your arms around his shoulders, kissing him once more.

He pulled away much faster than you would have liked and exclaimed, “I was wrong!” Sherlock kissed you briefly beside the mouth. “Y/N, you are brilliant! It was our waiter, not the manager. No wonder it looked like he wanted to devour you.”

“Thanks?”

“The answer was so obvious, it was right in front of me! Being the manager’s son means perfect access to both customers and ingredients at this restaurant - don’t eat the steak by the way - amazing how much potential all these serial killers have. It’s like Christmas!”

“You’re adorable,” You said with a laugh and took his face in your hands, kissing him gently on the lips, “now let’s go get him.”


Sitting in another cab on the way back from Scotland Yard after having chased Damon down successfully and convicting him, your head rested on Sherlock’s shoulder as your eyes closed from exhaustion. In between the both of you, your hands lay intertwined.

“Sherl, what does this mean for us?” You yawned, asking sleepily.

He lifted your hands and placed a kiss upon them. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. Sleep, Y/N.”

Snuggling closer to his side, you smiled up at him. “You know what I think? I guess this makes you my Valentine.”

Smile!

Seth x imprint!reader

Request: “i just discovered your blog and wooow, you’re v good!! can i make a request? Where imprint!reader moves from spain to la push because she loves nature and the views (she wants to be a photographer, too) and one day the pack and her meet because (+) they catch her making photos of them with her bigass camera (lol this is me) because she finds them so pretty and they match so well w/ nature as a background? (Sorry if its too much detail omg) (+)also reader can be seth’s imprint if it isn’t too much! sorry if i seem like a freak lol i just love photography and the nature of la push!! tysm i luv you a lot have a nice day! take care and good luck on school !!”

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hiiii can you write something where you're famous as well and a really negative article about harry comes out and you want to take it down so you and your team talk to whoever posted it but they demand a story of yours instead and you give them something really personal and then harry finds out? (sorry it's so specific it's based on a dream I had haha)

This Is Going To Kill Him (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: There is a rude article written about Harry, and Y/N using the power she has in Hollywood (she is well known also), takes down the article and shares a personal story about herself to hopefully help others, and even posts a loving picture talking about the ‘real Harry Styles’.

Requested: yes

Warnings: partial swearing, mention of depression, insecurities, and eating disorders

A/N: Y/B/F/N= your best friend’s name

Sorry I have been inactive over the weekend, I’ve been busy this past weekend, but I’m back! Again, thank you for all the support and love you all give to me. Thank you soooo much! Requests are still open, and I will be updating my series this week!

“This is going to kill him”, Y/N says as she puts the laptop on the counter in front of her, gets up, and walks over into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I’m sorry for coming over here so early” Y/B/F/N says looking at the clock that reads 8:37am, “I just thought you would want to know, so you can maybe prevent Harry from reading it”.

“Thank you for showing me. It’s just so frustrating how someone can write absolute trash that has no actual facts or truth to it, and can just destroy someone’s character and not even get in trouble about it. Yes, I know we have right to freedom of speech, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole. Like this” Y/N says walking over to the living room to grab her laptop again and reads the article,

“Harry Styles spotted out with girlfriend, Y/N. We use the term girlfriend very, VERY, loosely, as you have seen Styles’s track record. But Y/N may be different as we have seen them together more than two minutes, we mean, weeks. We don’t understand what Y/N sees in him. We over here on WEGOSSIP, couldn’t date someone who has been with over thirty of forty women before us. Harry doesn’t even deny it! In one of his latest interviews, the interviewer asked what the boys are looking forward to when they go on their break, and Harry said how he sleeps in different beds every night, and it will be nice to sleep in his own bed on his time off!”

“That’s not even all he said, or what he said, or what he meant!” Y/N says angrily. “He said he misses sleep in his own bed because of tour they have to move from hotel to different hotel every single night. He miss familiarity.”

“Not to be insensitive, but, this is what comes with fame. Don’t you think Harry is used to it almost by now?” Y/B/F/N asks cautiously.

“You’re right to an extent. People will lie and be cruel and hate you, but this article, the people who write it get paid for it. They aren’t just being what people call haters, but they are professional article writers who are destroying someone’s character.” Y/N says.

“It just hurts, because it reminds of like four years ago, when I found Harry reading mean comments people wrote about his performance. Harry was performing, and he didn’t have breath control when he hit a note, so he didn’t hit it like he usually does.  He was beating himself up all night after the performance. He secluded himself from everyone in his room. When I walked in, I found his phone screen smashed across the room and him with his hand in his hands. He was in tears. He believed all the nasty things people were saying about him. He actually looked me in the eyes, and asked me if he was a good enough singer. We weren’t dating at the time, just friends, but it hurt to see him like that, so insecure, so broken. He was so close to giving up doing what he loved because of people’s opinions.” Y/N says sadly.

“This article isn’t just hating on him, they are trying to destroy him. I mean look at the title of the article “HARRY STYLES: ROLEMODEL OR MANWHORE?” Y/N says pointing to the screen.

“So, what are you going to do?” Y/B/F/N asks.

“I have connections to people who can order to take it down. But after, we will give the attention that Harry deserves, we will show people who the real Harry Styles is. The loving, caring, gentlemen he is.” Y/N says smiling.


~On Clever News, at 3:47pm~
“Y/N is possibly one of the best girlfriends in our books”, Mariam reports, “Recently today the internet went into a frenzy when a false and hateful article went out about our favorite dimpled green eye cutie, calling him a manwhore, and misquoting him.”

The YouTube video cuts to pictures of snippets from the article, and Mariam explaining what the article said, and showing where the article had misquoted him.

“Awful right?” Mariam continues as the video shows her again, “But miss Y/N was not having it. One of our favorite singer turned actress, shut that article AND website down.”

Again, the video cuts to the public statement that the article writers put out saying they are pulling down the article, and posting a very personal story about her, which Y/N requested herself happens, in which it talks about Y/N dealing with her struggles of loving herself, and being bullied in high school.”

“In the article she says,

“In school I got really badly bullied. It all started in middle school when I was taller than all the other girls. I went through puberty earlier. I remember the girls making fun of me because of my height, my acne, braces, and my glasses. I stopped eating, I stopped talking to people around me. In high school it just got worse. My body type wasn’t right, my style wasn’t right. It seemed not matter how much I changed myself, I didn’t fit in. Then one day, I got really sick of stories where the prince always saves the girl. Why couldn’t the girl save herself? So, that’s what I did. I changed my story. I lived life on my own terms, I saved myself for myself.”

“So incredibly inspiring” Mariam says, “but, she didn’t stop there, after the article was released, she wrote a loving caption to a picture she posted shortly ago about her boyfriend, saying…”

“My love, there are many people who are hateful. There are many people who are always going to find something wrong with you. But you have taught me to just love. I love you so much. You have been nothing but a respectful gentlemen, and boyfriend to me these past months we’ve been dating. I am so lucky to have first met you on X Factor, to becoming really close friends over the past few years, to now soulmates these past few months. I love you with all of my heart Harry Styles, never forget that.”

“And she even started the Hashtag #ILoveYouHarry, which is now trending internationally, with fans flooding Harry with support, and love”.

“Ugh”, Mariam jokes around groaning, “Can you feel my heart melting?” she jokingly asks.

“Tell us what you think in the comments below about…”, and before the video could end Harry shuts it off.
Harry brings Y/N into his side, and kisses the top of her forehead as they sit on the couch.

“You didn’t have to do all that.” Harry says finally breaking the silence, “It wasn’t a big deal, interviewers make those rude passive aggressive comments all the time”.

“Yeah, but, I have the platform to tell people that it’s not okay. That we need to treat each other with respect. That it doesn’t matter who you are, where you come from, what skin color you are, what social class you are, what gender, religion, or sexuality you are, that we are all equal, we are all human, and we all deserve respect.”

Harry looks deeply into Y/N’s eyes for a minute. Y/N has never been the one to speak a lot, she is usually the listener, while Harry is the talker.

“What?” Y/N says blushing away from the gorgeous green eyes staring at her.

“I love you. I love your heart, your passion, everything. Every day, you just give me another reason to love you. God, Y/N I just fucking love you.”

“I love you too Harry. Never, ever forget that.” Y/N says while snuggling into his side looking up at him.

“I won’t baby.” Harry promises, kissing her forehead.

“Good”

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First Love

Pairing: Namjoon x reader
Genre: angst, romance, smut later on, angst
Warnings: nothing yet
Word count: 3731
Summary: “Don’t fall in love with someone like me… you’ll just be disappointed and leave…”

Originally posted by jeonggu

Part 1/?


Since you moved to Korea about a year ago things have been rather different for you. For starters, because you were a filmmaker Big Hit noticed your work inspired by BTS and so they contacted you for an interview to work for them. I know exciting right? Well you ended up taking the offer and loved it. About a month in you met the boys and boy you nearly melted into a puddle that day but they were very welcoming. It’s been over half a year now working for the company so making friends wasn’t as bad as you thought. The unnies would help you in your korean since you weren’t exactly native speaker fluent but you were fluent enough. It was even better when Namjoon actually spoke to you in english here and there. He was trying to make you feel more comfortable since you started working there so you two became close friends.

It was around the time that their comeback was approaching making it very stressful and busy for them. Filming for the music video, getting the set ready, having to edit, etc. man it was a load on you.
“Oh, y/n do you think it’s possible to redo those two scenes this week and have editing finished by Monday?” Your sunbaenim asked knowing you were going to start editing today and thank the gods he asked today and not when you were halfway done.
“Ummmm yeah I think I can but i’ll have to stay here all week since it’s a lot of editing to do and filming again.” In all honesty you weren’t very thrilled to stay and do overtime but you got paid more and had no plans either way so you took the offer.
“Are you sure it’s not too much to ask? I know you’re one of our best editors and directors but don’t over do it.” Everyone in the company knew how hard you worked within the six months of being there just to go from editing to executive director and the head of the editing department but your sunbaenims were concerned about you since you were also the youngest there being only 20.
“Yeah it’s okay i’ll just go home and pack some stuff to stay over the night.” giving him a smile to reassure him he nodded and smiled back leaving the room.

The walk home wasn’t far from the studio though the cold air freezing your body up made it feel far. You approach the building to greet the man letting you in. “Ah y/n there was someone looking for you earlier.” he was the cutest ahjussi ever and he treated you so kindly you being a foreigner.
“Really? Who?”
“It was a tall handsome young man with blond hair? Pink hair? You kids and your crazy hair colors.” you couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark. It was Namjoon he was talking about so you head to the elevator and press the number 4 button. Namjoon was basically the only best friend you had since moving and he made you feel very comfortable to be around. He wasn’t just an idol in your eyes unlike how most fans viewed him that way. Yeah you liked BTS a lot before working with them but even then you only saw them as human beings who happened to make really catchy music.
When meeting them for the first time yeah you literally cried because they’re a group who holds a lot of meaning to your heart.
“Oh sunbae what are you doing here?” It was hard to recognize him wearing all black (almost everything he wears really) face covered with a mask and wearing sunglasses but his pinkish blond hair was all you needed to know it was him.
“Yahhh y/n you don’t need to be so formal just call me namjoon.”
Giggling at his request you did it on purpose sometimes knowing it bothered him so you spoke up, “ Okay Namjoon what are you doing here?”
“Oh yeah uhh the boys got you this…” He pulled out small bag with a light blue bow on it.
“What’s this for?” curious what was in he gave it to you and before opening it he cleared his throat.
“Well we know you’ve been working hard and we wanted to thank you for all the hard work and sleepless nights you’ve had for dealing with us… and uhh yeah open it.” There was excitement in his eyes when you opened the bag as if he was a child getting ice cream and you thought it was cute.
“Oh my god….” It was a group photo you being the center of it. It was taken on your first day on the job and you had a bad start messing up but in the end there was a picnic with the boys cheering you up. It was as if it happened yesterday making you smile.
“Do you like it? Oh god you don’t like it. I told them it would be stupid i’m s-”
“I love it… thank you.” tears started to form in your eyes and out of pure instinct you hugged him tightly and let out a soft cry.
As shocked as Namjoon was he returned the hug and man did his heart flutter.
“I also got you something too..” He pulled out of the hug not wanting to but had to.
“Wait what you did?” As you opened it there was a piece of paper folded nicely and then a locket. Opening it, it was a picture of when you guys visited home in LA recently looking at the other half was a selca of him making you laugh a little. You missed home…
“Yah~ why did you put yourself on the other half?” It was funny but very adorable.
“Well your best friend is always here for you.” He said with the biggest smile. There it was the smile that won everyone over. The dimples the were the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
“Well i’m glad that I have this to remind myself who my best friend is. Do you want to come in I made some hot coco earlier.”
“You sure aren’t you busy? I don’t want to interupt your day.”
“Yes I don’t have to go back until like 3 and it’s 1:30.” He came over many times that everyone asked if you were dating but you said no and brushed it off. Of course he was handsome and very good looking yet also a sweetheart who was actually an amazing person that you wished people knew about him like you did but- no no no you didn’t like him stop.
“Sorry I didn’t have time to clean up the mess.” Looking at the mess you were too lazy to pick up for the past what two weeks now? Gross you thought to yourself.
“If you’ve seen the dorm then this is nothing compared to that. Plus I’ve been here so many times it doesn’t matter.” Well… he is right.

Watching her heat up the hot cocoa he made his way to her living room and noticed her bookshelf stocked with film books and movies. He loved watching her geek out over blockbuster films or when you would show him the difference in lens or shots and loved it most when you showed him projects you were working on. The work you made was beautiful with the stories you tell making viewers being moved. Looking up and down he saw a photo laying there with y/n and another man who looked a hell of a lot older than her.
“Y/n?” You hummed in response while stirring the drink.
“Who’s this?” holding up the photo you looked up and immediately froze. God why did you keep that picture? Bringing back awful memories making you feel emptiness you walk over grab the picture and burn it. Taking a deep breath you feel your hand shaking but try to keep calm.
“He’s nobody…. Do you want some cake too?” trying not to crack.
“Are you okay?” noticing your change in expressions “Did I do som-”
“It’s fine Joon…. It’s just nothing…”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Just breath y/n just breath….
“Just…. Just drop it okay? I’ll tell you some other time Joon.”
He was concerned but knew not to push any further so he didn’t say anything else. Namjoon knew how difficult it was for you to express your feelings to anyone really but he noticed your efforts in trying to loosen up. He wanted to know more though and just wanted you to trust him, not that you didn’t but obviously there was more to know but your walls were too high up and too thick to break down due to your stubbornness. After eating something he helps pack some clothes and anything else you might need to finish your work.
“Hey i’m going to take a quick shower do you mind picking up a little?”
“Yeah sure.”
“DON’T break my stuff okay?”
“What I would never do such a thing! Now go take a shower stinky butt.” Yes it seems odd that he would stay while you shower but you reached that comfort level of friendship with him when you first invited him over. You kind of wish you had a picture of his reaction because it was priceless.
After showering you picked out your daily comfortable style that everyone loved not knowing why. It was literally the same thing you were probably the girl version of Jungkook with his white shirts jeans and timberlands. Picking out a black shirt that was lose and a pair of jeans that were high enough to cover your not so toned sides and picking out your favorite long black cardigan that the boys got you since you literally loved cardigans. Especially the long ones.
Walking out you saw Namjoon on the couch reading who knows what.
“Hey let’s go.” clearing your throat loud enough for him to hear.
“Oh okay.”
As you guys arrive the other members seemed to be showing up as well.
“Y/n!!!” Taehyung ran and picked you up to hug you and embarrassed you pat his back while spinning you.
“Yah! Put me down you know I hate being carried.” You did… You really hated it thinking you weighed too much for them so you ended up dropping weight though you still hated being picked up.
“But you’re so light!” he said pouting “Anyways… how’ve you been? Why do you have another backpack?”
“Oh i’m staying the night here to finish your video and this week we have to reshoot two scenes.”
“Yahh paboya Isn’t that too much work since our comeback is next week?” Yoongi was another good friend of yours since he understood you 100% emotionally.
“It’s okay sunbae I can get it done if I focus and not get distracted that’s why i’m staying here for four days.”
“Aw we wanted to go bowling Saturday but you’re working…” Jungkook was only two years older than you making you the maknae of the group. It boosted his ego tenfold really and you didn’t know why.
“We can go some other time oppa.” Also did I mention he loved it when you called him oppa? He loved it knowing that he actually was older than you unlike fans older than him would call him that and he hated it. You on the other hand found it hilarious.
“Yah she’s busy with work jungkook-a we shouldn’t even be going out since we have our comeback next week.” Jin and yoongi both scolded the younger one but you couldn’t help but smile.
“Yahhh it’s okay to go out without me and plus you should go out and have fun and relax you’ll be busy next week and for the next month and a half or so. It’s okay.”
“Are you sure? We’re concerned about you overworking yourself.” Jimin was always concerned about you over doing it with work.
“Listen short stuff i’m fine okay i’ll be fine once I finish this i’ll rest okay I promise.” The boys couldn’t help but laugh at you calling jimin short even though he was taller than you slightly.
“Yah! I’m taller than you and older!!!”
“Yeeees sunbaenim~~!!” As you walked into the building before he would start scolding you.
Namjoon stayed in the front talking to boys forgetting he had your stuff. The guys started to head inside for practice before yoongi pulled him to the side.
“Hey is y/n okay? She looks exhausted lately and thinner too. I don’t think she’s taking care of herself.” If anyone knew you it was Yoongi and Namjoon. They both worry you being the youngest taking in so much work and them also knowing what it feels like going through their own personal matters.
“I don’t know hyung… today she seemed off..” thinking about the picture he saw earlier today.
“Why what happened?” Lately yoongi noticed you staying later than usual working on projects that didn’t need to be done until another month. It certainly wasn’t invisible to the naked eye on how tired you looked for the past month and a half but every time a member insisted for you to rest, you’d ignore them and continue to work. It’s been getting worse and out of hand.
“There was a picture of her and what I assume her ex and when I asked her she became upset and burned it saying he was a nobody.”
“Namjoon… “ putting his hand on his shoulders to help him relax, “ Everyone knows you see her differently, I mean you make it pretty damn obvious and she is either really slow in catching on or she’s afraid to let someone in. She trusts you well us enough but she also shows you her trust towards you differently than towards me. There is obviously something holding her back but her overdoing it with work won’t help her and I know for a fact it’s to distract herself. Even PDnim noticed and is starting to get concerned. She trusts you more since one you’re the only fluent english speaker making her feel somewhat more relaxed. Try to talk to her.”
Taking in a deep breath he knew his hyung was right but it wasn’t easy talking to you being so damn stubborn. “Hyung trust me I’ve tried, she’s the most stubborn person i’ve ever met. Way more stubborn than you are and that says a lot but I’ve tried, I really really really have tried. I’m scared she’ll hurt herself.” He sure as hell wasn’t lying about that because every time someone got passed a stubborn wall, good luck getting through the next 50.
“Yah it’s okay we’ll talk more about this some other time okay?” Yoongi patted Namjoon back to walk in the building.

You were so focused on you work that you hadn’t realized Namjoon still had your stuff until he walked in.
“Oh you had my stuff. Sorry i was working I forgot about it.”
“Do you need anything? Food? Anything?”
“No i’m okay i’ll call you or yoongi sunbae if i do.” you smiled before you went back to work.
He left the room and went to the practice room and the rest of the day was just work.

After a long night the boys left back to their places and Namjoon told the boys he would stay to check up on you. He knocked on the door before entering only to find you sleeping. You looked so peaceful and even though there was some drool he couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh.
“Man you really need to let yourself rest.” There was a box of tissues across the table so he grabbed a few to clean you up causing you to move slightly making him become cautious trying not to wake you up but he failed when trying to put a blanket over you.
“Hmmm….Joon?” your voice was scratchy and your eyes were squinted trying to figure out what was going on.
“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up. Are you okay?”
“Mmm I’m okay just tired….. What time is it?”
“It’s almost 11 why?” Rubbing your eyes you take a big sigh and get up leaving him looking at you confused. It’s been about 8 hours of working but technically 5 since you fell asleep.
“Let’s go to the convenient store I’m hungry.” Half awake and half asleep walking out with your bag. You didn’t even care how you looked with your messy hair and squinted eyes.
“I can order take out if you want? And go to a cafe and get you coffee.” Watching you always eat ramen noodles when working annoyed him and everytime he offered you always said,
“No it’s okay joon, it’s close by so I don’t have to walk that far.” There it was, the same sentence making him feel bad. Before he knew it you were already outside going towards the elevator so he caught up. Nope he wasn’t letting you eat another sad bowl of ramen again so he pulled you the opposite way to who knows where.
“Yah~ what are you doing the store is that way.” Still trying to wake up but not trying to get out of his grip you being too tired.
“Y/n you need to eat a real meal okay not cheap ramen.” Without arguing you let him drag you around.
“Ajumma can we have a spicy bulgogi with the dumpling stew!”
“Ahhhh Namjoon Ah!! Yes coming right up!” This was your and Namjoon’s favorite place to eat on your days off. After waiting for a while the food came out and it smelled so good you were kind of glad he dragged you here. It took a while for you to convince the ajumah and namjoon that you could eat spicy food and they doubted you but you told them that you were mexican and when they gave you the “spiciest” they had boy were they dumbfounded after you finished barely breaking a sweat. You were sniffling but you weren’t dying that you needed milk. You may be a foreigner but you could do spicy food all day every day.

After the meal you thanked the ajumma again. It was already 1:30 into the day and you had to get to work but nope he decided to drag you some more.
“Joon i have work to do now isn’t the time~” whining hoping he would comply but didn’t.
“Come on y/n you need a break you can go back after the sun rises. Please come on we haven’t hung out in forever since we’ve been busy with work~ pleeeeeease.”
“OKAY OKAY OKAY FINE just…. Please stop whining please.” You said burrowing your face into your hand. This boy just didn’t know how to give up didn’t he. Both of you sitting down on a bench looking at the view you couldn’t help but rest your head on his shoulder. He was warm and it felt comfortable you wish- No y/n no stop he’s just a friend.
“Hey y/n… can I ask you something?” You looked up at him with a slight smile.
“You technically already did.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah what’s up?” Curious to what the boy had to say you sat up and faced him.
“Do you believe in love?” You didn’t expect for such a bold question making you freeze. It was a tough and soft subject for you to talk about and you thought you should tell him how you felt. It was only fair to him.
“S-sorry i shouln-”
“I do…” looking forward at the river. He seemed shocked that you responded since you normally pushed the subject away. It felt unfair that you had to keep a secret from him because of your fears. So little by little you started to let him in to see if he was worthy of your trust.
“I believe in what I fear the most. I believe that it exists yet I don’t know how it feels. It’s scary for me to fall in love so I run away when I feel it approaching me and end up hurting those I love.” He looked at you while you stared out in front of you motionless. It was a bold question to ask but he had to.
“Do you feel it approaching you?” Nervous for your answer he mentally prepared himself for rejection.
“I do…. But this time, I don’t feel scared. I mean I’m terrified but I have to face it at some point. I can love someone but…. I don’t know how to be in love with someone.” She wanted him to know so badly why she was so fucked up but she was scared he’d leave her. She knew he was a caring person and she knows how he feels but she wants him to tell her when he feels ready and although it’s unsure of what she’ll do, y/n doesn’t want to hurt someone who doesn’t deserve her burden. It’s scares the living hell out of her that she’ll crumble down so hard that nobody would want to put her back together and that’s why she pushes the thought of being “in love” away.
“Y/n…. you know I’m here for you right? You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready.” You looked at him and gave him a genuine smile.  Reaching out to place your hand on his face he took in the warmth of you palm and closed his eyes.
“I’m never going to be 100% ready to tell you Joon. I just don’t want you or any of the boys to see me at my worst. It’s not something to be seen knowing people can walk away. Don’t fall in love with me…. You’ll just be disappointed and leave…” But it was too late for him not to. He’d fallen so hard for you that you were a delicate feather to him and he held you so gently thinking you’d break apart at any moment. He didn’t care anymore whether you push him away because he mentally prepared himself to break those walls you’ve built. Or so he thought….

Okay okay okay so I don’t know if it’s good but feedback would be very helpful I hope you guys like it i’m hella nervous ~.~

Un Chien

Lafayette x Reader (ft really badly translated french, don’t kill me please)
Words: 1022
Prompt: One of Person A’s beloved pets recently passed away and today they’re going to the local animal shelter to find a companion for their remaining pet. Person B is a volunteer there and they help Person A find a suitable companion. They end up sitting in a pen with some animals, chatting, sharing pictures, and occasionally crying.  
( prompt from @otpisms )

hey everyone! i’ve been writing this all day, and i thought it was cute so i was like hey why not post it. 
if you have any ideas for imagines then send me a request in my ask x
have a lovely day!

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You pushed open the door of the animal shelter, sighing quietly. This was it. This was the moment where you would move on.

Your dog had been put down a few weeks back. Turns out it had been fighting a battle with cancer, and you had never known. Treatment was going to be expensive, and may have been pointless so you decided the best option was to have them put down.

But now, you had taken your time to heal and you were ready to allow a new animal back in your life. Instead of going to a pet store, you decided to check your local animal shelter, knowing that there were many animals there that deserved a home.

You walked up to the counter, pressing the bell that sat on top of it. A man with dark skin and his hair tied up in a ribbon emerged from the back.

“Bonjour! Oh, merde! Hello, how can I help you today?” He asked. You smiled weakly.

“I’ve come to adopt,” You said quietly. “I lost my dog a few weeks back and I was hoping there’d be an animal here that needed a home?”

“Of course, miss…”

“Y/N.”

“Mademoiselle (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you. My name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but please just call me Lafayette. I can assure you there are many animals here needy of a home. I’ll just need you to fill in some forms before you can come with me to see them,” Lafayette stated. You smiled.

“Of course,” You said, taking the forms and the pen as Lafayette handed them to you. Quickly, you filled in the forms, handing them back to Lafayette, who smiled at you. “Right this way,” he said, moving out from behind the reception area and unlocking the door that lead to the animals.

“So what kind of animal are you looking for today? You earlier mentioned un chien?”

“Pardon?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“Oh! Sorry, again. I’m originally from France. I often find myself slipping into my native language.” He started as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “What I meant to say was, a dog.”

You smiled. “Have you been here for long?”

“I moved here a couple of years back,” Lafayette stated. He checked the forms that you had filled in. “It says here you have an apartment that is more, small?” You nodded. “There are some lovely small and medium dogs available that will, of course need daily exercise as well.” You nodded your head again. Lafayette stopped at an enclosure, grabbing a lead that hung up outside it. “I think I’ve got the perfect friend in her for you. But, I will warn you, she has also had a little rough time.”

Lafayette returned a few seconds later with a three legged Rottweiler puppy, who was excitedly tugging at its lead.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” You exclaimed, kneeling down to pet the dog.

“I call her se leva, Rose,” Lafayette stated.

“Can we sit with her and play? I want to get to know her before I take her home,” You asked. Lafayette smiled, handing you the leash.

“We can take her for a walk if you’d like. I’ll ask someone to organize her adoption papers and you can take her home when we get back.”

“I’d like that.”

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“So you had to dress as a pregnant woman to get here? That’s crazy!” You said, laughing.

“Well, no. I didn’t have to. My online friends dared me. They took so many pictures when they arrived to pick me up. They ended up all over the socials,” Lafayette stated. You kept laughing.

“That’s amazing. You’re such an interesting person Lafayette! You’ve done so much with your time. All I do is reblog stuff on tumblr and watch youtubers!” You stated.

“I’m sure your life can’t be that boring,” Lafayette said, smiling. He stopped, pulling out a bag from the pocket of his uniform and picking up a poo that Rose had just finished making. He threw the bag in the bin, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” You replied. “But you know what? I get to tell my followers that I met a really cool guy today. They’ll probably enjoy that,” You said, frowning slightly when seeing the adoption center come back into view.

Lafayette simply nodded, smiling at you. You raised your eyebrow. “dieu que tu es belle,” He said quietly.

“What was that?” You asked. Lafayette’s eyes widened when he realized that you had heard him. “Oh! Um, nothing mademoiselle.”

Suddenly, Rose was running in circles around both of you. Your eyes widened. “Bad puppy! No!” You said. The puppy ignored you, and soon enough you found yourself tied up with Lafayette. You laughed. “She can move well for a three legged pup,” You said. Lafayette chuckled. You both gasped as Rose pulled on the rope, making you both tumble to the ground. You landed on top of Lafayette, your noses touching. You smiled.

Lafayette coughed awkwardly, rolling to the side and grabbing the end of Rose’s lead. “I should probably get back to work,” He said, standing up and brushing himself off. He held out his hand, which you took quickly and stood up.

You both walked back to the adoption center in silence while Rose ran in front of you, tugging on the leash every now and then. When you arrived back, you paid and took Rose’s adoption forms.

“It was really nice meeting you Lafayette,” You said quietly, looking up at the man with the now disheveled ponytail.

“puis-je venir avec toi?” He asked. You raised your eyebrow. “You know, even after spending a day with you, I’m still not fluent in French.”

“Can I come with you? I mean, I’m sure Rose would feel a lot more comfortable settling in if she had a familiar face. Plus, I mean I know what she likes. We can go shopping together and-“

“Oui.” You replied, smiling, “You know, you’re awfully cute when you’re flustered.” Lafayette smirked, clocking out. “Pareillement.”

The Thunder Rolls - Finale

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: About 3000

Summary: Dean and Sam are on a case in your hometown but the trail is running cold. Dean is hoping to make a move before they leave town and start another case.

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Domestic Violence, Swearing

Please, if you are or ever find yourself in a situation of domestic violence, *do not hesitate* to reach out for help, support, or just to talk to someone about what is going on. The United States National Hotline (24/7 and Confidential) is 1-800-799-7233. This blog (http://togetherweare-strong.tumblr.com/helpline) also has hotlines for multiple other countries.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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The sun warmed your back as you slept gently in Dean’s bed, you could hear birds chirping and still a few soft drops of rain. Sam went out for breakfast and borrowed a car to swing by your house to stake out, trying to get a better idea if Travis was still around. Dean promised he would stay by your side. He fell lightly asleep in the lounge chair off in the corner of the room, trying to catch up on his own sleep deprivation.

You slightly awoke when Sam came through the door. Once you were fully conscious, you decided to act like you were still sleeping, hoping to hear some information he might not disclose if you were awake. Dean you fully trusted but Sam you still had yet to figure out. He seemed strictly business.

“Hey,” Sam whispered to Dean while shaking him awake.

“What? What?” Dean waved him away. “I’m up.” He said running his hands through his hair.

Dean watched you sleeping, wondering how you had managed to remain this peaceful. Probably because you were so exhausted you couldn’t dream, he thought. Sam sat down across from Dean after placing the to-go cups of coffee on the table in between them. Dean took one and started sipping it down.

“So, you find out anything?” Dean questioned.

“He wasn’t at the house, but there was plenty of sulfur pinning him there.” Sam started and he looked at you to make sure you were still sleeping. “He cleaned up too, in a rush, but it looks like he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself.”

“What about the factory?” Dean asked.

“Spoke with a supervisor. He called in sick today.” Sam explained.

“Hmm… “ Dean thought. “Maybe back with whoever this other chick was?”

“Or hunting her.” Sam nodded in your direction.

“The three of them didn’t seem so obsessive.” Dean argued going back to earlier in the case.

“Maybe it was triggered when it possessed Travis, by their past. Based on her story, I don’t think he is done seeking her out.” Sam reasoned.

“Then we should get her as far away as possible.” Dean said going for the Impala’s keys.

“Or we could use it to our advantage.” Sam suggested.

“I already said we are not using her as bait, I’m not going to repeat myself again.” Dean growled in your defense.

You couldn’t take lying still anymore and mustered whatever courage you had.

“I want to help.” You said standing up, trying not to wince in pain to convince them you were able.

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Senseless

An Amazingphil Imagine
Phil discovers a new kink of his and wants to try it out. 1st person POV

*warnings*- smut, talk of birth control, impregnation kink, and impure Phil thoughts.

This is my first smut fic so please feel free to tell me that if I should continue writing it or not.    Word count: 3,162

Phil’s POV 

We never really have talked seriously about having kids before, only ever jokingly like what we would name our kid if we had one such as naming the baby Thor, Susan, or Pikachu. Then Y/N and I would laugh it off and never give it another thought.

That was until I saw Y/N holding her cousin’s new baby and how gentle and caring she seemed to hold her little nephew with such ease and how the baby had (y/c/e) just like hers and it really got me thinking about what our baby would look like.  

It started off simply with me just going to those websites where you can mash your picture with another person’s and seeing it that way and then going deeper into the search of pregnancy as a whole and being amazed and grossed out at the same time.

It really got me thinking about my life I mean I was thirty years old now and not getting any younger. Most of my old school mates and friends were married by now and some have even had kids or trying to have kids now.

Having a kid with Y/N would be great just having to imagine her all big and swollen with my kid and plus having to make the baby is the best part of it all. That’s when I noticed I started to get hard from thinking about knocking up my girlfriend.

The more and more I think about Y/N carrying my child, I can just close my eyes and imagine it now with her breasts getting bigger and me sucking the milk out of them.  Grabbing and squeezing my cock through my jeans and wanting to cum soo badly.

No. Phil stop.

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