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Imagine Gabriel protecting you from Lucifer

Word count: 762

Warnings: kinda spoilers if you haven’t seen season 5.

A/N: Might turn this into like a mini series thing because it kinda ends on a cliffhanger. Also it was really hard to write my sin-namon roll Lucifer as a bad guy because I love him too much (I literally use quotes from the show in this though aha, I guess I block out all of the bad things he does). 

 requests for one shots/imagines are open.

(Part 2)

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you were flung to the side of the room. Breathing heavily, you reached up touching your head wiping away the blood which was dripping down your face. Lucifer walked over to your limp body before smirking and letting out a small laugh.

“Broken. Flawed! Abortions.” Lucifer announced as he lifted his foot ready to stomp down hard on your neck.

Instantly, Lucifer’s body was flung onto the opposite side of the room, painfully you pushed yourself into a sitting position looking up to see Gabriel running towards your weak body. His arms snaked around your waist as you leaned into his chest. Leaning down, he placed a kiss into your hair.

“Guys! Get her outta here.” Gabriel ordered to Sam and Dean after giving you a long kiss on the forehead.

Sam and Dean dragged you away from your boyfriend but you thrashed and screamed not wanting to be taken away from him. You knew what he was doing was suicide and that if you left Gabriel there would be a hundred percent chance you would never see him again. You continued to kick and scream as both Sam and Dean pulled you towards the door, you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes seeing sadness and love radiating off of them.

Suddenly Lucifer flicked his hand and the Winchester brother’s grips on your arms were released as they were blown back out of the room, the door closing quickly and locking behind them. Almost as soon as you were free from Sam and Deans grip, you ran back over to Gabriel pulling him into a passionate kiss which he quickly responded to, his wings wrapped around you protectively.

“Over a girl. Gabriel, really?” You and Gabe pulled away from each other when Lucifer spoke but his arm and wing were still wrapped around you pulling you protectively into his chest, “I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn’t catch anything.”

“Lucifer, you’re my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks.” Gabriel spoke seriously causing you to giggle slightly making him look down at you and smile. His hand stroked your waist back and forth to calm you down from the situation you were both in. “I’m sorry Lucifer, I truly am, but I am in love with Y/N, she is my soulmate and I would do anything to protect her.” Gabriel dropped his archangel blade into his hand.

Lucifer’s head shot up once he heard the word ‘soulmate’, it had been thousands upon thousands of millenniums since an angel had found a soulmate and now he stood in front of one.

“Soulmate?” Lucifer spoke quietly to himself, confusion laced his voice and his face contained a shocked expression. Out of all of the possible outcomes to today that Lucifer could have thought of, this was definitely not one of them. His brother had found his soulmate and he was in complete and utter shock until the reality of what was supposed to be happening came crashing down quickly around him.

That’s when it happened almost too fast. With a flick of the wrist, you were ripped out of the comfortable hold of your boyfriend and thrown into Lucifer’s arms, an archangel blade pressed firmly against your neck. Your eyes flicked up to your boyfriend, he looked completely and utterly broken.

“Please Lucifer, don’t do this!” Gabriel begged, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave Y/N out of this.”

“Hm, Y/N… I quite like that name,” Lucifer replied before pressing the blade deeply into your neck.

Pain shot through your body as your throat filled up with blood and you gargled. You reached out to your boyfriend as darkness took over and your body fell to the floor.

“NO!” Gabriel screamed rushing over to your limp body, taking it into his hands as he rocked your empty body back and forth stroking a hand through your hair.

Tears overflowed his eyes when he heard the sound of fluttering wings fill the quiet room, he looked up to see Lucifer had gone leaving only him in the room, crying over your dead body.


You gasped loudly jolting up quickly, a hand reaching for your neck as you panted heavily. Confusion overcame you as there was no blood or any sign that you had your neck sliced open.

You quickly looked around the room and were shocked when you laid eyes on the person sat watching you next to the bed you were laid on.

“Chuck?”

Ouch, my heart: an analysis of the Sectumsempra

Well, well well…. look who’s back from the dead (me, if you couldn’t guess).

First of all, I want to apologise for not doing these for so long. Things got a little insane in my life. I haven’t had time to blink these days, but here I am, because I love you all.

First of all: thank you and sorry it took me over a year to do this. And second of all: of course I can! 

I think this is the post everyone was waiting for and I have no idea if I’m ready for it. Wait. I know I’m not.

But since I’m either a masochist or already too numb from all the pain this ship causes me, I’ll try anyway. Fuck the police.


I’ll open this discussion with Harry’s last thought about Draco before the horrible tragedy that we call Sectumsempra:

Was it his imagination, or did Malfoy, like Tonks, look thinner? Certainly he looked paler; his skin still had that greyish tinge, probably because he so rarely saw daylight these days. But there was no air of smugness, or excitement, or superiority; none of the swagger that he had had on the Hogwarts Express, when he had boasted openly of the mission he had been given by Voldemort … there could be only one conclusion, in Harry’s opinion: the mission, whatever it was, was going badly.

Ok, let’s start by the fact Harry says Draco has a “swagger”. Not my words!

And also: Yer a stupid wizard, Harry.

The boy is falling behind in classes, he’s sad and lonely, he looks sick, you know he’s terrified he’s not pleasing Voldemort. So instead of trying to help him, you go and use a spell for enemies on him. A boy genius.

I don’t even know why I’ll point this out again, but it’s not normal to keep noticing those things about people you don’t care about, ok? It’s just not done. You’re fooling yourself!

Meanwhile, Harry is getting desperate here. If it’s because Draco looks sick or because he couldn’t find out what his mission was, we’ll never know. But he knows he’s running out of time, and he has other personal problems to deal with, like the horcruxes and his huge crush *sarcasm* on Ginny.

And coincidentally his crush on her seems to grow, suddenly. Almost like it’s a distraction… hm. She’s exactly like the opposite of his true crush, I mean, obsession, I mean… Malfoy. She makes him forget, instead of making him feel like everything is falling apart; she doesn’t have any problems besides boys and Quidditch, while Draco’s buried in shit.

But still, he thinks about her far less than he thinks about *someone else*. Because a constant in this book is that nothing is more pressing than Draco Malfoy. Not the Prince himself, not the horcruxes, not girls or Quidditch. Nothing.

In the midst of all his preoccupations Harry had not forgotten his other ambition: finding out what Malfoy was up to in the Room of Requirement. He was still checking the Marauder’s Map and, as he was often unable to locate Malfoy on it, deduced that Malfoy was still spending plenty of time within the Room.

Oh yeah, in the midst of his problems, one being he didn’t know if Ginny was worth upsetting Ron (and if that’s not an indicative that she’s not your one true love, Harry, I don’t know what is), he still has plenty of time to obsess over Draco Malfoy.

Just healthy, really.

And now, because I didn’t forget the real issue here, let’s read what brilliant thoughts Harry Potter has about the Sectumsempra:

…he saw the Sectumsempra spell, captioned ‘For Enemies’, that he had marked a few weeks previously. He had still not found out what it did, mainly because he did not want to test it around Hermione, but he was considering trying it out on McLaggen next time he came up behind him unawares.

Oh yeah! He was considering trying the Sectumsempra on Cormac! That’s how much of a genius he is. Harry, go study some latin before you use a fucking spell, will ya?

I mean, you would think that a boy who lost both parents to a curse and studied Charms for 6 years would think to at least check the etymology of a spell before using it on another human being. Or not, if you’re stupid as fuck!

Ok, so are you ready for the heartbreak? *takes deep breath*

Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder’s Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere, and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoy’s tiny, labelled dot standing in a boys’ bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle.

First of all, Harry, why??? What kind of dodgy business could he be planning with the ghost of a muggleborn girl murdered by Voldemort? If anything, that shows he’s really not who you think he is.

It took me years after reading this book to realise Draco was confessing to a mudblood, and a victim of Voldemort. To me, that’s a symbol of how his views were changing and how, in the end, he was a victim, not a villain. He was like her in a way. 

Also, how fucking lonely he was. *sobbing*

God, that makes me so mad! This is the only time Harry really disappointed me and I think he fucking knows it. He disappointed himself too.

Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.

‘Don’t,’ crooned Moaning Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. ‘Don’t … tell me what’s wrong… I can help you …’

‘No one can help me,’ said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. ‘I can’t do it … I can’t … it won’t work … and unless I do it soon … he says he’ll kill me …’

And Harry realised, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying – actually crying – tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin.

To be honest, I can’t choose what’s worse about this whole thing. Draco confessing to a ghost, because he has no one (and not just any ghost, but the one everyone can’t stand)? The fact he is crying because he’s so scared?

Or maybe the fact that Harry is just so stupid he can’t use simple logic and understand that, whatever this is, Draco doesn’t have a choice???

Ouch, my heart just broke real quick.

Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.

Malfoy wheeled round, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy’s hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another –

(…)

There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy’s ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Harry slipped over as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, ‘Cruci—’

I can’t imagine how humiliated he feels, and how terrified he is, because not only was he crying because of Voldemort, but now Harry Potter knows too much. And Harry won’t help him, he’s sure of that.

You know what breaks me? They start do duel with childish hexes and curses, and it escalates so quickly, before any of them can take a moment to realise the seriousness of it.

And I wish Draco was going to say “Crucifix nail nipples!”, but we know he was not. But do you wanna know what I believe? If he had time to finish saying the word, nothing would happen, and Harry would be able to see he’s not evil. He obviously didn’t mean the Crucio. 

But before he has that chance, Harry goes and fucks up royally:

SECTUMSEMPRA!’ bellowed Harry from the floor, waving his wand wildly.

Blood spurted from Malfoy’s face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and collapsed on to the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.

‘No –’ gasped Harry.

Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged towards Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.

‘No – I didn’t –’

Harry did not know what he was saying; he fell to his knees beside Malfoy, who was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood.

To be honest, Harry never in a million years thought that would be a lethal curse. Never. He wanted to test it on McLaggen!

I can’t stand this moment, I can’t. I makes me tear up every time.

Because there is Draco’s physical pain, which was probably horrible, then there’s his emotional pain, because he’s at his most vulnerable moment and it’s such a betrayal! Harry is one of the good guys. He was afraid Voldemort would do something like that to him, not Harry. And that is so so so sad.

And there’s Harry’s pain as well, because he’s fucking terrified. He knows Draco is dying, he knows he did something unthinkable, he knows he fucked up. Sometimes I can’t believe Draco actually saved Harry after that, because this probably haunted him for a long time.

Just imagine seeing someone surrounded by their own blood, with deep cuts and shaking in pain. I don’t think you can forget it that easily. Especially if you were responsible for it.

And you know what makes me angry? That Harry compartmentalises what he’s feeling so well that it’s like two different people: one when he’s alone, looking at what he did, and one once he finds his friends. It’s maddening.

But there’s a reason for that, and we’ll get into it soon.

“Harry was still watching, horrified by what he had done, barely aware that he too was soaked in blood and water. Moaning Myrtle was still sobbing and wailing overhead. When Snape had performed his counter-curse for the third time, he half-lifted Malfoy into a standing position.

You need the hospital wing. There may be a certain amount of scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that … come …

He supported Malfoy across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, ‘And you, Potter … you wait here for me.’

It did not occur to Harry for a second to disobey. He stood up slowly, shaking, and looked down at the wet floor. There were bloodstains floating like crimson flowers across its surface. He could not even find it in himself to tell Moaning Myrtle to be quiet, as she continued to wail and sob with increasingly evident enjoyment.”

I love the way JKR describes how Harry sees it, how vivid are the consequences of what happened. And I obviously love how Snape tells Draco it might scar, possibly more for Harry to hear than for him. Snape knows him well, he knows the guilt trip he could go into and is trying to push him into it. And Harry deserves it.

It doesn’t happen, though, because immediately after, he goes to find his friends (and Ginny), who make him forget about his feelings.

But before we get into that, I’d like to talk about the symbolism of Harry finding the room of hidden things when he’s trying to hide the book. It’s the room he’s been trying to get in all year, and it’s almost like a physical representation of Draco at this point.

It’s very interesting how he can suddenly get in, almost like the barriers are all down, almost like Draco stopped caring about hiding it from him. Almost like he’s so sad and hopeless he stops trying. Thinking about the wave of disappointment he must be feeling, it’s very possible that Draco’s feelings were an influence in the door showing up for Harry.

Anyway, then Harry tells his friends about what just happened and they respond exactly like you would expect them too, almost to a stereotypical extreme.

“I won’t say “I told you so”,’ said Hermione, an hour later in the common room.
‘Leave it, Hermione,’ said Ron angrily.”

Isn’t it interesting how none of them we just horrified by the whole thing? How Hermione just focuses on the book, not on the teenager almost bleeding to death?

“(…) Malfoy had already been visited in the hospital wing by Pansy Parkinson, who had lost no time in vilifying Harry far and wide…”

I just love this sentence. First of all, with all her flaws, I love Pansy. She’s just the best friend Draco could have in that moment, because she takes no bullshit. And to be fair, Harry deserved to be vilified. And you can sense his opinions on what he’s done are changing because his friends just excuse what he did, especially Ginny:

“Give it a rest, Hermione!’ said Ginny, and Harry was so amazed, so grateful, he looked up. ‘By the sound of it Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!”

I hated her so much in that moment. What Harry did it’s inexcusable, and he knows it. So it hurts my eyes to see her say something so dismissive. Draco would not be able to actually Crucio him and, deep down, Harry knows it. He doesn’t even try to convince himself he’s faultless, that it was self-defense.

Ok, so let’s expand on Ginny’s rare presence being right in this chapter.

It’s no coincidence this is the same chapter where Harry kisses Ginny for the first time. Remember what I mentioned in the beginning of this post? The whole of Half-Blood Prince is built using a parallel between Harry’s relationship with Draco and his relationship with Ginny to move the plot in the right direction.

“Hermione and Ginny, who had always got on together very well, were now sitting with their arms folded, glaring in opposite directions. Ron looked nervously at Harry, then snatched up a book at random and hid behind it. Harry, however, though he knew he little deserved it, felt unbelievably cheerful all of a sudden, even though none of them spoke again for the rest of the evening.”

I mean, come on. He literally buries his guilt in giddiness because Ginny is defending him. Defending him against something he knows is his fault. She’s helping him forget Malfoy. Again.

And this chapter is so cleverly written it splits his feelings with the places and situations he’s in: when he’s with Snape, in the dungeons, he can feel the guilt as a physical presence. Snape makes sure he understands that the detention is about making him feel guilty:

“Mr Filch has been looking for someone to clear out these old files,’ said Snape softly. ‘They are the records of other Hogwarts wrongdoers and their punishments. Where the ink has grown faint, or the cards have suffered damage from mice, we would like you to copy out the crimes and punishments afresh and, making sure that they are in alphabetical order, replace them in the boxes. You will not use magic.”

When he thinks about Gryffindor and Ginny, he forgets about any negative thing happening with him: 

“And while he copied out all their various offences and punishments, he wondered what was going on outside, where the match would have just started … Ginny playing Seeker against Cho …”

To be honest, that is one of the things that always bothered me with this ship being canon. Ginny never sees the Harry we see, she always sees someone who’s always right, someone who’s the hero. And Harry only sees Ginny as a ladder to a life he wants so desperately. A life with no complications, with a family, with giddiness and lightness. He holds onto her because she makes him forget all the horrible things he has gone through, and that’s one reason why he never tells her anything: he wants her in a bell jar, untouched by his traumas.

And we all know that’s not who he really is. The final proof is how this chapter ends:

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

(…)

The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, Harry grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which – if they had time – they might discuss the match.”

This moment is like a completely different book. It’s a fantasy. Something Harry knew couldn’t last. It was escapism.

This chapter is also the last before Malfoy finally figures out how to fix the cabinet and Harry goes with Dumbledore to retrieve the horcrux. It’s almost like a tragic farewell to the relationship the two of them had prior to thing getting fucking serious. It all changes after that.

The Sectumsempra in itself changes everything. Harry, someone who we know as heroic and honourable, commits an act that shifts what we know about him, and at the same time Draco, who up until then we see as a bidimensional character, comes alive and gets layers on top of layers. It’s the only possible introduction to what happens in Deathly Hallows. Tragic and horrible, but beautiful to watch.

I mean, I could go on and on. If I had the time, I would probably debate every single sentence in this book that, to me, is the most symbolic and crucial of them all.

But I do have a job, so this will do. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Question list because I’m bored!!

So I’m bored and on tumblr so I figured why not get a question list together and I’ll answer every question you ask! 😁 So ask away! I also all dare you too (so ya have too now!)

1: Full name.
2: Zodiac sign.
3: 3 fears.
4: 3 things I love.
5: 4 turn on’s.
6: 4 turn off’s.
7: My best friend?
8: Sexual orientation?
9: My best first date?
10: How tall am I?
11: What do I miss?
12: What time was I born?
13: Favorite color?
14: Do I have a crush?
15: Favorite quote?
16: Favorite place?
17: Favorite food?
18: Do I use sarcasm?
19: What am I listening to right now?
20: First thing I notice in new person?
21: Shoe size?
22: Eye color?
23: Hair color? 24: Favorite style of clothing?
25: Ever done a prank call?
26: What color of underwear I’m wearing now?
27: Meaning behind my URL?
28: Favorite movie?
29: Favorite song?
30: Favorite band?
31: How I feel right now?
32: Someone I love.
33: My current relationship status.
34: My relationship with my parents.
35: Favorite holiday.
36: Tattoos and piercing I have.
37: Tattoos and piercing I want.
38: The reason I joined Tumblr.
39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?
40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts?
41: Have I ever kissed the last person I texted?
42: When did I last hold hands?
43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?
44: Have I shaved my legs in the past three days? 45: Where am I right now?
46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?
47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?
48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?
49: Am I excited for anything?
50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?
51: How often do I wear a fake smile?
52: When was the last time I hugged someone?
53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?
54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?
55: What is something I disliked about today?
56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
57: What do I think about most?
58: What’s my strangest talent?
59: Do I have any strange phobias?
60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
61: What was the last lie I told?
62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
64: Do I believe in magic?
65: Do I believe in luck?
66: What’s the weather like right now?
67: What was the last book I’ve read?
68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?
69: Do I have any nicknames?
70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?
71: Do I spend money or save it?
72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?
74: Favorite animal?
75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?
76: What do I think Satan’s last name is?
77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?
78: How can you win my heart? 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?
80: What is my favorite word?
81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr?
82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?
83: Do I have any relatives in jail?
84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?
85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
86: What is my current desktop picture?
87: Had sex?
88: Bought condoms?
89: Gotten pregnant?
90: Failed a class?
91: Kissed a boy?
92: Kissed a girl?
93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?
94: Had job?
95: Left the house without my wallet?
96: Bullied someone on the Internet?
97: Had sex in public?
98: Played on a sports team?
99: Smoked weed?
100: Did drugs?
101: Smoked cigarettes?
102: Drank alcohol?
103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
104: Been overweight?
105: Been underweight?
106: Been to a wedding?
107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?
108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?
109: Been outside my home country?
110: Gotten my heart broken?
111: Been to a professional sports game?
112: Broken a bone?
113: Cut myself?
114: Been to prom?
115: Been in airplane? 116: Fly by helicopter?
117: What concerts have I been to?
118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?
119: Learned another language?
120: Wore make up?
121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?
122: Had oral sex?
123: Dyed my hair?
124: Voted in a presidential election?
125: Rode in an ambulance?
126: Had a surgery?
127: Met someone famous?
128: Stalked someone on a social network?
129: Peed outside?
130: Been fishing?
131: Helped with charity?
132: Been rejected by a crush?
133: Broken a mirror?
134: What do I want for birthday?
135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?
136: Was I named after anyone?
137: Do I like my handwriting?
138: What was my favorite toy as a child?
139: Favorite TV Show?
140: Where do I want to live when older?
141: Play any musical instrument?
142: One of my scars, how did I get it?
143: Favorite pizza topping?
144: Am I afraid of the dark?
145: Am I afraid of heights?
146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?
147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
148: What I’m really bad at.
149: What my greatest achievements are.
150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me.
151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery.
152: What do I like about myself?
153: My closest Tumblr friend.
154: Something I fantasies about.
155: Close your eyes and think of five things that make you smile when you think about them. What are they?
156: If your house was on fire and you had sixty seconds to leave, what would you take with you?
157: When you’re alone in the middle of the night and you can’t quite get to sleep, what do you think about? “Going to sleep” doesn’t count.
158: What is love to you?
159: What is the opposite of love?
160: Is it possible to love someone if you don’t love yourself?
161: Do you believe mutual attraction based on mutual hatred is possible?
162:Is it better to have something amazing and lose it or to never have had it to begin with?
163: Do you focus more on the past, the present, or the future?
164: Do you judge people for what they wear or how they express themselves?
165: Do you believe in individuals over generalisations?
166:When you’re very scared or worried, what do you think about or do to help you feel better?
167: How do you feel about what happens after death?
168: Would you rather live a hedonistic life full of good things that make you feel good even if they’re bad for you, or a healthy life centered around treating your body like a sacred temple and watching your health as closely as possible? Or do you not care either way?
169: Do you think you can tell a lot about a person from the way they express themselves or answer questions like these?
170:Do you have any special or magical memories you’ll always have with you?
171: How would you define yourself, without saying your name or giving a physical description of yourself or your obvious personality?
172: When do you feel truly at peace?
173: Do you like having your worldview or opinions challenged or questioned?
174: Do you believe happiness can exist without sadness?
175: Is there a reason for existence?
176: Do you think the world existed before you did?
177: Do you believe people need breaks from each other, even if they’re deeply in love?
178: What do you find most beautiful in people?
179: Do you take questions like these literally or pick up on what they really mean?
180: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
181: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
182: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
183: Do you always smile for pictures?
5: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?
184: What is your Song of the week?
185: What do you drink with dinner?
186: What is your favorite food?
187: Which movie could you watch over and over and still love?
188: Last person you kissed/kissed you?
189: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?
190: Can you cry on command?
191: Are you loyal?
192: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
193: Favorite kind of sandwich?
194: Best thing to eat for breakfast?
195: What is your usual bedtime?
196: Are you lazy?
197: How many languages can you speak?
198: Are you stubborn?:
199: Are you afraid of heights?
200: Do you sing in the shower?
201: Do you think musicals are cheesy?
202: Is Christmas stressful?
203: Ever eat a pierogi?
204: Favorite type of fruit pie?
205: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
206: What do you wear to bed?
207: Who would you like to see in concert?
208: What was the last concert you saw?
209: Tea or coffee?
210: Do you want to get married?
211: Do you want kids?
212: What’s your favorite part about today so far?
213: What are you doing tomorrow?
214: What are you doing next week?
215: Have you ever tried sushi? (Did you like it?)
216: How do you like your steak cooked?
217: What do you like least about yourself?
218: Who’s your best / closest friend?
219: Who do you trust with your secrets?
220: Which friend would you go to in an emergency?
221: What was the last text you sent?
222: Does anyone hate you?
223: How did you meet your spouse / girlfriend / boyfriend?
224: Would you rather live in the countryside or in the city?
225: Ever had a detention?
226: Which swear word do you use the most?
227: Ever cried at school?
228: Who is the most intelligent person you know?

“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


“Noooona.”

That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)

Originally posted by missbaptan

Originally posted by rapnamu

Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??

Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.

Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Length: 4.5k

Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.

(not proofread)


Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.

The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.

Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.

Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.

And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.

-

You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.

You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.

“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.

He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”

So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.

-

It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.

He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.

“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.

“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”

He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.

-

It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.

“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.

“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.

After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.

“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.

Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.

“What is it?” You asked, frowning.

“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.

You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”

Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”

The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.

“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.

“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.”  He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”

Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”

“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”

“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”

“I am a business man.”

“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”

“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”

You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.

“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.

-

And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.

You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.

“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.

“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.

“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“

You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.

“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.

“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”

“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”

“It’s not a façade.”

“You- “

“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.

“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.

You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.

-

A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.

Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.

At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.

You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.

You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.

Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.

When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.

When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.

“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.

Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.

“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.

“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”

She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”

You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”

“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”

With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.

Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.

“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”

“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.

“Nah, I’ll wait.”

And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.

To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.

This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.

“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.

“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.

“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”

Baby?

Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.

“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.

“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”

“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”

“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”

There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.

“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.

She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.

“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”

“Joonie, baby…”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.

“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”

“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.

“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.

“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”

Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.

“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.

“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.

Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.

“Guk, what-“

“I don’t want talk about it _____.”

“But-“

“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.

You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.

-

You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.

You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.

Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.

Probably sulking you mused.

It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.

That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.

“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.

“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”

You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”

“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.

“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.

“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”

Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.

“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.

You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.

“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.

“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”

Yongguks words passed through your mind.

Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?

You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.

A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.

“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.

Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.

“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”

“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”

You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”

“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”

“Real subtle Guk.”

“I am who I am, Joon.”

“You’re a joke.”

“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”

-

Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.

Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.

“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.

Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.

“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”

“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.

“Yes, what baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.

Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.

“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”

Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.

“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.

“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.

Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.

“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”

Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.

Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”

“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.

“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”

Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”

Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.

“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.

Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.

“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.

Then, he switched places with Yongguk.

You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.

“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.

“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.

Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.

His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.

“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”

Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.

A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.

“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.

After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“So…you don’t love her?”

Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.

“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.

“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.

“Who invited you?”

“Hey!”


it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.

(SU) Courtship headcanons, pt 1

Courtship headcanons:
Because there is a sad lack of Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon in this fandom
{Also known as Zirconshipping}

~*~

-Blue Zircon meets Yellow at her first court case
-It’s a small case, nothing serious: some pearl was impertinent, and her owner (an agate) is wondering if poofing her for a couple days is too extreme a punishment?
-But Blue is still /freaked/ about it
-its HER !!! FIRST !!! CASE!!!
-Blue gets put on Defense, and is given three hours to prepare her points
-She outlines them in one and spends the other two practicing
-When it’s time for the trial to start, she’s ready
-She delivers her opening statement as gracefully as she can
-She stresses the pressure put on pearls at work, mentions their useful contributions to Homeworld, and emphasizes just how apologetic this particular pearl is for her rudeness
-The Diamonds are (of course) not the judges
-A random zircon’s pearl-oriented case is hardly important for /them/ to make an appearance
-Instead, an obsidian is the one taking all these points into consideration
-At the end of Blue’s speech, she smiles, and even claps a bit
-Blue turns red with pride
-The pearl almost sobs in relief
-Then a cough is heard
-Blue looks to her left and sees the zircon representative for Prosecution
-She’s wearing a smug little grin that Blue will come to know as her trademark feature and is clasping her hands together politely
- ‘Your Honor, may I take the floor?’
'Of course’
-This new zircon, the yellow one, clears her throat
-Then launches into her argument
-Its full of contradictions and hyperboles and urges the obsidian monitoring the trial to put this pearl in her place immediately because we’ve had one rogue pearl before… what stops there from being another?
-In four swift paragraphs, she rakes Blue’s speech through the mud
-And wins
-The pearl is poofed, and the trial is concluded without another word being said
-After, Yellow approaches Blue
- 'You call that an argument? I’ve dealt with more challenging opponents in training’
-Blue is livid
- 'Y-you little–!!’
-Yellow just laughs
-Even when laughing she manages to smirk
- 'You little what? Come on, Blue, I thought we zircons were made to come up with things quickly’
-Blue is tempted to slap her
-Everything about Yellow oozes superiority, and she /hates it hates it hates it/
-Instead of answering, she pushes her and storms off
- 'I hope I never have to see /her/ again’
-Unfortunately, she does
-A lot
-Every other case seems to be with them on opposite sides
-And every other case ends with Yellow winning and jeering over her victory
-When Blue wins her first case, it’s like the world turned upside down
-She waits for Yellow outside after the case is over
-There’s no reason to, really, she just wants to see what she’ll do
-Will she still try and antagonize her? Will she have already left from another exit?
-Blue doesn’t know what to wish for
-When she spots Yellow, she hurries over to her
- 'H-hah!! I won!!! You lost and I won and take THAT!!!!’
-Yellow laughs
-And for once it seems kind of genuine??
- 'Yeah, you’ve improved a lot. We should practice our arguments together sometime’
-Blue is SH00K
- 'What? No! No way!’
'Why not?’
'You’re always mean to me!!’
-Yellow rolls her eyes
- 'I was re-affirming the fact that I was better than you. Technically, I still am. I’ve won four cases against you, you’ve won one’
'But–’
'Look, it’s your choice to take it personally. Do you want to meet up or no’
-After a moment of hesitation, Blue agrees
-She might hate Yellow, but she does want to know what makes her such a good lawyer
-Their first meet-up is two days later
-Yellow decides to first coach Blue in 'how to be less of a slowpoke in court’, because apparently Blue takes too long to think sometimes
-Blue doesn’t know if she should feel happy or offended Yellow noticed
-(She does put into operation the tips she’s taught though)
-In return, she shows Yellow how to turn the tables on someone when they least expect it
-They slowly start giving each other more and more tips
-Even if that means making their own lives more and more of a pain since they’re usually up /against each other/
-Yellow gives compliments very rarely, so when she does, Blue feels special
-Blue slowly finds Yellow’s confidence more endearing than annoying
-They start hanging out for un-work related things
-Sometimes its just to gossip
-Yellow is Gossip Queen™
-She keeps no one’s secrets from Blue
-She keeps /no/ secrets from Blue
-Well,,,, almost no secrets
-There’s one that she knows that, for better or worse, no one should discover, not even herself fully
-It’s the slow more-than-platonic feelings she’s getting for the constantly stressed and flustered dork known as Blue Zircon
-Blue Zircon feels the same way, obviously
-But both are way too loyal to Homeworld to act upon these feelings
-They’re secret LLL’s
-Lesbian Lawyers in Love

How to Change a Fuqboi (Hoseok)

Word Count: 3,912

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet and “Not My Type at All” by Jacob Whitesides

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by ultranicolet

How To Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)

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Step 1) Pay attention to first impressions*

After a little…thinking time, I have decided to write this last volume in sight of the fact that there is something we failed to discuss earlier.

In the words of the great poet William Shakespeare, “Some are born as a fuckboy, some achieve fuckboy-hood, and some have fuckboy-hood thrust upon them.” Okay, yes, I changed it a LITTLE. But that’s beside the point. In this volume, we will be addressing the third version, those that have “fuckboy-hood thrust upon them” which I will henceforth reference as a “convert.” Often times, these are guys who have experienced emotional trauma in a romantic relationship, but instead of working toward a healing resolution, they will compensate by seeking comfort in… something else.

Jung Hoseok, a name that anyone- nay, EVERYONE in the Middle Earth dormitory has heard.

Jung Hoseok, the dancer, the straight A student, the part time waiter in the university’s only sit-down restaurant.

Jung Hoseok, the most notorious fuckboy on campus.

See, rumor has it, he keeps this list, a LITERAL list. It has no title and no explanation, but neither is ever really necessary. It only consists of names…about three hundred of them, though the general consensus stands that slightly more than half are crossed out. And let’s just say it’s not because he’s handing out party invitations.

So obviously, when you moved into your Middle Earth apartment, having transferred over from another university, within the first two days you knew who he was and that you should stay the hell away from him at all costs.

You want NOTHING to do with Jung Hoseok.

It’s not that he’s trouble, because let’s face it, you are NO stranger that word in any sense, but rather your avoidance of him has everything to do with how you first met and what he said to you. Or maybe what he didn’t say.

The empty carton of cigarettes stares back at you with a vengeance, the last one poised between your fingers.

By now, one would think you’d learn to keep a reserve, but NO. You let your vices eat you alive and then cyclically get angry when you neglect them out of laziness. You shrug, skillfully flicking on your lighter before letting the tip of the flame kiss the edge of the cigarette.

Fine. Whatever. Learn nothing, that’s okay too.

Taking a thoughtful drag, shifting your position at the base of the tree, you pull out this quarter’s class schedule and the campus map to look them over one last time instead of watching students pass between small dormitory buildings, meeting neighbors, greeting friends.

As you have or desire neither, you devote your attention to the paper, pretending to be thoroughly interested in wherever the hell “Science Lecture Hall B” is located- especially as some boy decides that out of ALL the decorative trees to sit under, he’ll be occupying the space under YOURS.

“You know this is a smoke free campus, right?” he deposits his book bag beside the trunk, looking at you like you just killed a man.

You arch an eyebrow, unsure whether to be irritated or curious, “You know I don’t actually care, right?”

“Great, because I don’t either,” he laughs at his own bad joke, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. You’ve got to admit (or I’ll force you to), he’s a little attractive with his bright smile, tanned skin, lean frame, and dark, feathery hair- but oh GOD is that a choker?

“Fantastic,” you smirk before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right into his face, hating the burning, but loving the coughing fit your new companion bends into.

“Was that…really necessary?” he bats at the air, action so (possibly unintentionally) comical that it makes you laugh. The boy seems to take this as the go-ahead to continue, “You got a name?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you’re more amused than anything at this point, ego being stroked fervently by his insistence on finding everything you say hilarious. You want to believe your interactions are reluctant, but the smile on your face as you tell him your name says otherwise.

He extends his hand for a shake and you’re one hundred percent ready to accept the greeting until he says, “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”

“Oh.”

You immediately retract, having skimmed the skin of his palm, watching him now with a look of disgust. His smile falls.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You stand, shoving your schedule into your bag so haphazardly that it audibly crumples, “Don’t think I haven’t heard your name before. I know what you are.”

“What I am…?”

You decide to not grace him with an answer, opting instead to walk away. But the persistent boy follows.

“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

If your roommate hadn’t warned you about him, you might think Hoseok is actually upset by your leaving, rather than simply pining for attention. If your name is on that notorious list of his, you want absolutely nothing to do with him- a thought that I encourage enthusiastically.

You drop the cigarette, stomping on the smoldering end until satisfied, words gruff, “You don’t NEED to understand. Now, unless you have a pack of smokes that you want to share, we’re done here.”

*Elaboration: first impressions are not always correct and should not be used to judge the ENTIRETY of a person, but rather your impression of them should based in what they do to maintain a good image or repair a bad one.

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 1)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles x Reader 

(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now? 

Word count: 2547

Next part: part 2  - part 3  - part 4  - part 5 

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“Have a nice day,”  my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.

“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.

I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.

I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.

So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´

I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.

The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.

“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”

“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.

“I’m Lydia by the way.”

“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.

“228,” I said before she could even ask me.

“How did you know?”

“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.

“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.

“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”

“Uhm, it’s a five,”

“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:

I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.

I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.

I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”

“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.

“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”

“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”

“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.

“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.

“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.

I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.

“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…

“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.

Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.

“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out

and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.

Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.

I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”

“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.

“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.

“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.

“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.

“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.

I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.

“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.

“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.

“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.

After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.

“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.

We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.

“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.

“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under  baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.

“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.

“Then we have Lydia.”

“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.

“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.

“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.

“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.

“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.

“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.

“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.

After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.

“Well, I love sushi.” I said.

“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.

“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.

“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.

“I see you made a friend.” she said.

“Yeah.” I said happily and she drove off.

Rebuilt: Arrow 5x22 Review (Missing)

“Missing” was amazing! Emotional and action packed with zinging dialogue. 

Originally posted by pewslight

What struck me most was how full circle it was. “Missing” sets up the heroes versus villains battle that will come to fruition in the finale, but it also kicks off the basic question Oliver must ask: What makes a hero? What makes a villain? Those concepts are not always rigid. In fact, the very essence of hero and villain is fluid.

Oh… and did I mention there’s an Olicity reunion scene?

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SOULMATE BOND | tom holland

REQUEST: in which the reader has a bracelet from when she was young that connects her to her soulmate and it never glows (like gets brighter) unless you are closer to your soulmate or are about to meet them and she goes to an audition for spider-man: homecoming, where she is asked to do a chemistry test with tom and unbeknownst to her, her bracelet is glowing like super bright when she is in the same room with him and they both realize it and it’s super awkward in the beginning but eventually they get through to their nerves

WORD COUNT: 1200

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A soulmate.

Someone who is supposed to be the love of your life. Someone destined to be with you. Your one true love.

Yet, you don’t know who they are.

They might appear in your life, yet, you never know until it happens.

It might be expected.

Or it might be unexpected.

Yet, when y/n meets her soulmate, it’s at the most random moment.

And the one she never expected.

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After earning her college major, for acting, she immediately got an agent, took her head shots, and immediately got her name out there.

Within 2 years, Hollywood already knew her name.

Y/n Y/L/N was the biggest actress, alongside Tom Cruise, Elizabeth Olsen and Emma Stone.

She had appeared in many shows, movies and sometimes, music videos for well known artists.

She was constantly being booked for interviews, press tours, and new auditions.

She was busy. She had everything she ever needed.

But, yet, she still needed something else.

When she was younger, she had always had a bracelet around her wrist, one that connected her to her soulmate.

Her mother explained that whenever she was close to her soulmate or was about to meet that person, her bracelet would glow. Depending on how close she was, it would glow really bright or nothing at all.

Her’s had never glowed.

It never light up.

And, after a while, she lost hope.

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A couple months had passed, and she was getting ready for her new movie’s premier, Iron Man 3. She had finally gotten the chance to work on a Marvel movie, playing a young woman who had been affected by the enemy’s experiments and was fighting against Robert’s character, before she was turned, by the help of Pepper.

As y/n was getting ready for the premier, she slipped into her dress, a black sleeveless gown with diamonds going down her torso and down the sides of her dress. Her makeup had a pink eyeliner to make her eyes shine as she smiled before slipping on her matching black heels.

She had decided to go to the premier alone, as she headed out, joined by her co-actress, Gwyneth, towards the red carpet.

-

The night had gone by fairly quick, and before y/n knew it, she was back in her hotel room, her phone ringing as soon as she stepped foot inside.

“Hello?”

“Y/n! It’s Maya! I have an audition for you! It’s a new Marvel movie and they just texted me saying they wanted you in.”

“You’re kidding. Which movie?”

“They didn’t tell me, they just wanted to know if you would accept the role.”

“Hell yes. When do I pick up the script?”

“They’re flying you to Atlanta in 2 days. You’re meeting with the director, and the rest of the cast.”

“Alright. Anything else?”

“Your character from Iron Man 3 is back. You will pe playing her in this movie, and there might be a contract for more movies with her in them.”

“That sounds amazing. Let me know what they tell you. I’ll call you later, Maya.”

Ending the call, y/n smiled, as she realized her big dream was coming true.

-

3 days later, and y/n was finally in Atlanta, for both the new role, and various interviews for her big character.

Since her interviews wouldn’t start for 4 more hours, she headed to the set, driving through the gates and immediately parking her car.

Maya had sent her strict instructions not to reveal anything when she was handed the script and that someone would escort her to the cast room.

As soon as she was out of her car, there was a security guard escorting her to the biggest room on set, where actors from other Marvel movies were waiting and, where Robert was also.

“Y/n! Good to see you again, kiddo!”

With open arms, they embraced, as she greeted all the other cast members before the director approached her.

“Hello. You must be y/n y/l/n?”

“I am! It’s such a pleasure to be working with Marvel again.”

“We are really excited to have you back. Your character is essential for this movie and she’s so unappreciated so we wanted someone to bring her back. Did your manager explain everything to you?”

“She told me there would be contracts to sign?”

“There are. Marvel is offering you a couple positions to be in more movies with your character and have you on at least 8 more movie contracts.”

“Really? I would love to!”

“Perfect! We just need you to meet your co-star. He will also be playing a new character in this movie and he will actually be your love interest. For all the films, actually.”

“Of course! When do I meet him?”

“Right now, actually. We will be doing a chemistry test in 5 minutes. Here’s your script.” He said, as he handed y/n the script before he led her towards a closed door.

“Wait here until we give you the signal.”

Nodding, she started reading over her lines, seeing that her love interest was Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man.

As she was looking over her script, she didn’t notice her bracelet, which was glowing a bright red color. Usually, they would feel a stinging and burning se station, but she didn’t feel anything.

In no time, the director let her in, as she walked inside and noticed another boy walking in, opposite from her.

As they locked eyes, their bracelets were burning, to the point where her’s was no longer red but a bright pink. His was a matching color, as the directors watching them gasped in surprise.

“Uh, y/n, meet Tom Holland.”

She was speechless. Nothing came from her parted lips as they kept looking at each other. Her gaze now moved over his entire body, as she took in his tall figure and .. the bracelet on his wrist, which was glowing bright.

Tearing her gaze from his, she looked at her own bracelet, noticing that both of them were glowing. Taking a couple steps towards each other, they smiled. The tension slipping from the atmosphere as they noticed what was happening.

“Hi, soulmate.”

“Hi darling.”

Y/n had been trained for a lot of interviews and different things that could go wrong, but she had never been prepared for this.

Nothing could ever prepare her for her soulmate.

In Your Crosshairs || Part 2

Author: @punkof-pop
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Words: 5,918
Warnings: Fluff, angst
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A/N: After many computer problems, I finally got to sit down and write this. Writing Theo is honestly really fun so I’ll just keep this going for however long you guys want. Just let me know if you want a part 3 and if you want be tagged. ALSO Thank you so fucking much for all the feed back on Part 1. I never expected more than like three people to read it. You guys are amazing.
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A light steady beeping echoes as you slowly start to regain consciousness. The room is dimmed; the only light coming from the monitor and the small rectangular window of the door. As you start to fully awaken, you take notice of the two boys sound asleep in chairs. You shake your head and fully sit up, realizing you’re not in any pain, as if nothing had ever happened and for only a second, you question if it was just a dream. But, if it was a dream, why would you be in a hospital?

The longer you stay silent, taking in your surroundings, the more you become aware of a multitude of thumps. Some are far away while others are right by you. The thumping makes your skin crawl with annoyance and urgency. You hold your head and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that will get the thumping to stop.

“Y/n?” Liam’s voice is groggy as you don’t bother to look to him. “What’s wrong?” You hear him get up. “Scott, wake up.” Liam says before walking to the side of your bed. “What’s going on?”

“Thumping.” The word falls as you rock back and forth.

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You needed a break. Ever since you and Shawn had been together, his anger and jealousy were always something that you despised.  He did try and stop himself from being angry around you, saying he didn’t want you to see him like that.  Now, having been with him for over 5 years and days away from being wedded you could honestly say that, that was one promise he did not keep. If it was after a long day back at work, or his jealousy combined with rage you had witnessed it.  You two did fight through it though, realising that you both had your issues but you both helped each other and worked through it.

Now, days away from your wedding with the stress of everything you both had a short temper. Considering you both were with each other pretty much 24/7 the only people to realise this anger out on was each other, and that is exactly what you did.  You had just come back from making sure everything was set to be taken to the wedding.  You knew in the end this was going to be a perfect day.  You walked into your shared home with Shawn and kicked off your shoes. It was just shy of 5 and you were already too tired to function.  With the meal, out in only a few hours you were unsure on how you were going to cope. Nevertheless, you pushed yourself few with a few caffeinated drinks on the way and made your way upstairs to get ready.

Before you left, you and Shawn hadn’t left on the best of terms which meant that the likelihood of an argument is very high.  It was over nothing really, you forgot to kiss him goodbye before you went to work which then lead to him sending you a long paragraph on how his day is ruined because of this one small thing.  You would have found it cute at the beginning of your relationship, but now?  You found it rather childish which lead to you completely ignoring all his calls and texts.  Some would say that was also childish I just say it’s even.

You stepped out of your shower, humming a tune you had heard on the radio which you quite liked the sound of and wrapped a town round you before making your way into your bedroom. Glancing down at the outfit on the bed you had set out before with a satisfying hum you dropped the towel and put on your under garments.  That is when you heard the front door close rather loudly and bags clattering on the floor. You just sighed while pushing a stray hair behind your ear and continuing to get changed.  You put the radio on low just for some background noise.

You put your hair in a bun while you went about setting out your makeup for the night, before deciding on the best look.  Just as you sat down your bedroom door opened to reveal Shawn’s stern face.  You had already decided earlier this evening that you were going to stay calm during the confrontation.  Realising that you were going to have a good night and not let Shawn ruin it even before you stepped out the house.  

“Do you find yourself funny? I have been trying to ring you all day and you decided to completely blank me off.  Y/N this is not a game for me.” Shawn packed around the room, his hands moving around frantically from his head, to his side.

“Why do you think I do? Shawn, you acted like a child so I repaid the favour.”  You picked up your contour kit waiting for him to continue his irrelevant argument.

“Sorry?  Are you being serious, because I asked you for one thing, not even asked I reminded you that you forgot something.  Ever since we have lived together you have always kissed me goodbye.  So, when you don’t what’s that going to make me think.  It’s going to make me think you are pissed at me.  That is why I said it ruined my day because you did not even bother to come and speak to me on the phone just for some reassurance.  You gave me the silent treatment which people in high school do.”  He went to the wardrobe grabbing some cloths for the evening and began to take off his day ones.  “It made me feel like shit Y/N”

“Shawn, it was one kiss. Ill kiss you right now if you want me too.  How I can be annoyed with you days before our wedding as well.  You really have nothing to worry about, in fact it’s worse what you are doing now, making up a stupid argument because I didn’t answer your calls. I was busy anyway, works demanding and the fact I am organising pretty much everything in this wedding I have no time to check my phone” finally picking up your makeup setting spray you were ready to go, placing everything into a bag before putting your shoes on.

“You know for sure we are spreading out the pressure Y/N.”

“Well right now I don’t want to think about it, were going out with our friends so please just drop it.” You took your coat and handbag down stairs before the taxi texted you to say they were here.  Just on que Shawn was behind you also, ushering you out before locking the doors.

It was silent in the car, not even a glance was shared between you both.  You really wondered if he wanted to go through with the wedding, yes you both had already got everything organised but you did not expect days before your wedding you both would be so far apart.  You expected for you both not being able to keep your hands off each other, except you both were the complete opposite.  You hated it.

You both exited the car, you are rushing into the club leaving Shawn behind you.  Which didn’t last long as you felt his arm slide around your waist.  ‘He probably only did that so everyone would think we were the amazing couple the media showed us as’ you thought.  You put a fake smile on while walking over to your friends who were already in a booth tipsy, knowing you would be like them in a matter of minutes excited you.  You exited Shawn’s arms as you made your way to your girls, Shawn standing next to the boys instantly having a genuine smile on his face.  This knocking your mood a lot, he only smiled when you weren’t by him and he wants to spend the rest of his life with that.  

You grabbed your first few shots, taking them back like they were water.  Shawn catching onto this making sure to keep a protective eye on you. He didn’t want to kill your fun, but also with all the work you had the day before your wedding tomorrow he didn’t want you feeling like shit.  Nevertheless, the shots were quickly finished between you and your two best friends.  You are wondering off out of Shawn’s view which made him uncomfortable.  

You pushed your way through the bodies of people that were in front of you and finally got to the bar. With a sigh of relief, you ordered you and your friends some more shots and paid.  You leaned on the bar, taking some of the weight of your already saw feet. You closed your eyes for a moment as the alcohol hit you making your head spin.  You stumbled a bit until someone court onto your arms, your instincts told you it was Shawn but your heart did not have the feeling Shawn’s touch coursed it which instantly made you pull your arm back.  

“Wow darling, I was only trying to help you” you opened your eyes to a middle-aged man smirking down at you which instantly made you want to run back into Shawn’s arms.

“I’m okay thanks, I can help myself” you looked down at your phone sending a quick text to your friends that you needed help getting rid of a code red.  This was what you and your friends did all the time to help you when there was unwanted attention.  You would have asked Shawn but you knew how he would act.

“What’s up your skirt pretty lady, not getting any recently?  Want me to help to change it?”  His face shifting into a demonic state your anxiety instantly hitting you, this was calmed down with the familiar scent and touch of Shawn’s arm behind you.  

“She’s fine actually, she’s getting plenty from her fiancée actually.  So much so that I leave her begging her for more.  Now if you wouldn’t mind stepping away and leaving her the fuck alone then maybe we won’t have a problem” Shawn snarled, he grabbed the drinks from the bar and pulled you with him.  Placing the drinks on the table and takin you outside with him so he could cool down, or shout at you.

“That creep could he not see the ring on your finger, you did tell him you were getting married in a few days, right?  Is this what I am going to have to do every night we go out for the rest of my life?” Shawn paced up and down the path hands flying everywhere.

“Why do you act like it’s such a chore.  I am so sorry that you are getting married to a liability for harassment but that’s what you signed up too as soon as you put a ring on my finger.  If it’s that much of a pain take it back, because I have had enough of this constant arguing this is not what marriage is about.”

“You think I want it back Y/N?  How about you stop acting like you don’t love me then?  Acting like you only said yes to please me!”  Shawn was stood in front of you now, inched away from your face.  His eyebrows scrunched together and his face hard.

“How can I act anymore in love with you than I already do Shawn? Because I am loving you now, I love you more than I ever have before every single day.  So, if you do not believe that then what even are we?”  Tears stinging your eyes as reality hit that you might lose Shawn.  “You are the love of my life and I don’t want to lose you”

This catching Shawn off guard, his temper instantly vanishing after he realised how much pain this is coursing you.  He pulled you into his chest you instantly hearing his heart beat quicken, the noise of him still loving you as much as you love him.  “I don’t want this to break us Y/N.  I want us to have an amazing wedding tomorrow.  I want us to have amazing honeymoon sex and I want us to live an amazing life.  I asked you to marry me because you are the only certain I can see in the future”

“And I said yes because you are the only person I want to share my future with” you glanced up at Shawn instantly locking your lips.  It felt like all the stress and pressure for tomorrow was pushed away, and the love you both shared was above all.  You knew yours and Shawn’s future was going to be difficult.  But, if you both were willing to fight for each other.  You really didn’t mind.  

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Mistake

Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader 

Genre: Light smut

Warning: Swearing, alcohol use

Word Count: 1,654

45: “Do you trust me?”

180: “You have no idea what you do to me.”

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A/N daaaamn jungkook’s hot. Can he do this to me please. Also, this was meant to be a short drabble, what happened

I got lazy and didn’t really edit this, sorry if there’s mistakes. Let me know if you spot any :)


“Ugh. I hate boys,” you complained, storming out the classroom. Jungkook was waiting by the door, swirling a lollipop in his mouth. He was leaning on the wall while expecting you, as he’d always done for as long as you could remember. His lips were slightly parted, ready to greet you as your class was dismissed, but, to his surprise, you’d interrupted him with your anger. He pulled his hands out of his jeans pockets and pushed himself off the wall, catching up with you. You wanted to escape the area as soon as possible.

“Hello to you, too,” he said. “What’s up? What’s happened this time?” he asked, half jogging at your side to keep up with your angry pace.

“You know that complete idiot, Taehyung?” You began, blood thumping through your body in fury.

Jungkook paused. Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t get on well in college – the two of them were constant rivals in every subject possible, infamous for the tension and competition between them.

“Heard of him.”

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daisy fresh girl – jeongguk (2)

Originally posted by junqkookied

part one, part three

word count: 2k
genre: fluff

librarian jungkook x reader

you couldn’t really believe jungkook liked you, so you tried your best to avoid him for a while; but fate didn’t think you’d outpower it.

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Overrated [m] || PREVIEW

summary: notorious bad boy, dong sicheng, was never one for attachment. well, not until he met you.
surprisingly, there was more that met the eye of the reckless bad boy—something outrageously… pure.

pairing: “bad boy”!sicheng & reader insert || university!AU

includes: humour for the peek; fluff & smut when the whole thing is out

wc: 2.3k for this preview :)

note: Due to my lack of uploads lately i have decided to upload a preview of my (most likely to be) next fic! The estimated word count for this seems like it will be around 15k, but who am i to judge my own word counts at this point ;;
anyway, this will probably be out in a week and a half or two—ill do my best to finish this sooner! I hope you enjoy what i have of it so far :) Sorry it doesnt reveal too much! ^~^


Dong Sicheng had a tarnished reputation that was effortless for him to maintain.

Sicheng wreaked havoc day by day, practically stirring an immature calamity on university campus. He carried a storm wherever he went, his footsteps equivalent to a roll of thunder. From his sour persona to the sharp way he talked; his words were bullets to those he aimed them to. Yet, girls flocked around him mindlessly and praised him like none other, falling for his recklessness without a care. On campus, students were either irked, found his personality rebarbative, or completely in love with the idea of him.

Sicheng was stellar in his own way, a star in the worst way possible that managed to outshine the rest. Men had ached to be him while girls craved to spend a night with him—just one, enough to see what he truly, dutifully packed. But that was where Sicheng would expeditiously draw the line, austere and grim, and leave them. Like rain battering down on a scorching pavement, his trace disappeared within seconds.

It was not because the spark of attraction towards the girl was absent, nor was it because he wanted to bring all of them to the edge only to leave them hanging, adding each to the list of rejected individuals. It was due to something else—something borderline shameful to his existence and reputation.

And it was because not a single soul knew that Dong Sicheng, notorious bad boy and ruthless heartbreaker, was a virgin.

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