also i just realised she says when you dream not while

AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me
The Holy Grail of Sam Wilson Fanfic Recs

A list of recommended Sam-positive fanfics and authors by @lunaaltare and @unclesteeb. For more information on how this list was created, click here. 

Just a special reminder to check out @samwilsonbirthdaybang! Let’s keep creating awesome works!

Thank you to everyone who contributed to this list in any way!! HAPPY READING!

Holy Grail of Sam FanFic Recs And Authors:

Dreadnought by lunaaltare [Sam/Steve/Bucky, 60k, Explicit]

It’s 2015. So when a Nazi organization bags and kidnaps a bisexual black man to be their next asset, he guesses they’re trying their hand at this whole progressive thing, too. 

Make Me Your Home by Unclesteeb [Sam/Steve, 3k, Teen]

Sometimes, things need more than dusting and cleaning. Sometimes, things just require a lot of hard work.

When There’s Rain Showers by AmarieMelody [Sam/Bucky, 12k, Explicit]

In which Sam and Bucky are married and have a certain code language.

Humor, fluff, more humor, and gratuitous smut at the end.

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My interpretation of the MOON signs

(You could probs relate your sun if you want maybe even your rising)

Aries: they take up your life: being loud, leaving mess on the stairs, creating arguments out of thin air and always filling the void with their drama. Very self-centred but oblivious to it so I’ll let it be. Problems they hav always someone else’s fault. Very loving and cuddly and express passion easily. Never stick to hobbies after announcing that its there biggest passion n cant survive without it. Though, they don’t wait around for things to be handed to them - they are always up to something interesting. Independent.

Taurus: they are great to spill your words upon and never flinch when u say something deep or shocking so it makes u chill af cause they are…Most of the time…they can get angered when things aren’t as it should as they are very stubborn. don’t like people who aren’t committed to friendship or plans/dreams and dont like people who dont give their stuff back. Seemed to hav cows eyes: very deep n dreamy and long eyelashes -often brown eyes that i know of or watery blue eyes. lov food or other luxuries.

Gemini: childlike, like everything light hearted and humorous. there has to always be words to fill up the quiet spaces otherwise they start to get agitated. Dont like boring people and will blatantly walk off or something. Nervouusss people. Tapping all the time. When they’re in a goood mood they’re goofy but can become detached and cold and become a bit of a smart arse. Like knowing their shit.

Cancer: homely people. Warm and loving to fault as they are always let down by others who do not give the same warmth and pure emotions back. I think they could probably guilt trip u many times. emotions are not hidden which is good and bad because shots are firedddd and their words filled venom when there really cheesed off. Like lots of nice things. also love cute fluffy animals. Love their family to be always near - protective can become smothering. Talk about the ‘good old days’ 24/7.

Leo: why are you so posey and dramatic? They like to tell a tall tale - love to add bits to the truth to make it more exciting - which is actually interesting to hear tbh so good job :) they love to be centre of attention obvs. Also hold their heads high and always seem taller than actually are. Full of exuberance. & they often believe in their abilities so they achieve good grades and r smarttt!

Virgo: lovs when people do little silly things for them because they like when people are as detail orientated as them. expect too much of people becaus they do too much for others. Nervous but lowkey cause their earthiness sort of makes it hum in the background. Has potential to be shady. I love their organisation, chills me the f out. Some reason i feel they be really good at ASMR videos because of their voice & movements. and they r actually quite talkative but its usually nothing too intellectual or snobbish just good natter. Bites their nails!

Libra: i dont get them. They dont make an imposing impression on me as they’re delicate and not too in ya face. Loves knitted jumpers and wearing light colours Ive noticed. Sweet n gentle. Probs could get away with murder. Gets really into things like a celeb or tv series for a while. Has fan blogs probably. like to talk about things such as kpop, clothes, items in their neat pencil case and make up. Idkkk

Scorpio: protectivveee. Intense. Passionate about theirs hobbies and interests. Can become lost in their own intellectual, abstract world forgetting what is truly important until they realise and become regretful and then hold many unresolved grudges. They are e m o t i o n a l but try to hide it - constantly simmering and on the verge of erupting. Though they are quite interested in their own passion - they’ll hype u up about yours and talk for hours about theirs and your own dreams. Abstract knowledge that seems to appear out of no where when they speak -unconventionally smart.

Sagittarius: want to escape reality. Someone i used to know would read a lot of books - probs erotic - she also used her work as escapism? her husband wouldn’t take her on holiday:( another i know comes across very cool and full of knowledge and like to says corny things like ‘you might as well live your life to the fullest because you’ve only got one’. acts like a philosopher. Has gooood taste in music. knows everyone and can keep good relationships with all of them.

Capricorn: thinks they’re are funny af but peeps often laugh at their jokes cause they’re just a bit shit. Tries to come across cool 😎looking for a for job but isn’t working out lol. Wants fame n fortune. they love to talk deep and intellectual without getting too personal. probably quite lovey dovey but it is buried deep inside them. likes to keep it light by listening to music or watching the telly otherwise there thoughts overwhelm them. ( i hav cap moon so might look like a different viewpoint to the others moon signs)

Aquarius: loves to make a point that they are different lol. Intellectual af cause they really smart. Can talk for hours on end but still likes down time. they are the world’s friend but they only let a few know the real them (if thats is actually the real them ). Quirky sense of humour. Hav big dreams and most likely succeed in pursuing them. they are very open about weird stories and experiences they hav had which is fun to hear. will hav something to say about every topic on earth - love to share an opinion.

Pisces: too kind for their own good. They know your weaknesses/insecurities from first time you meet. i think they have melancholy spells which they find themselves in a trance - i catch them staring blankly quite a lot. Love to ask if you’re okay. Mooody. Let down by humanity. Very chatty and has of cool things to say. Music may rule their life - musically talented in one case ik (probs used as escapism). Can be burdened with very unsettling thoughts of not being good enough; making sure they keep there reputation for being the nice guy which means getting pushed about

Do Kyungsoo//Denouement

Summary: The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate. - ft. big brother Yixing 
Scenario: Soulmate!au 
Word Count: 5,977

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High school reunion AU for @zimmbitty who planted the idea in my head. I hope my loss sleep makes you happy.

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An AU where Jack and Bitty happened to go to the same high school for maybe a year or two. (Here their age difference is around 3 years.)

How you ask? Coach is filling in temporarily maybe not as a Football coach but in some other position. It doesn’t matter *waves hands to misdirect from possible plot holes* just go with it…

Bitty is still into figure skating and in this high school, they have an actual ice skating ring in the premises!!!

And his skating lessons are usually before the hockey team plays. At first, he avoids the team but slowly realises they didn’t really care what he did so long as he left the ice on time.

Then Bitty started watching the practices and hockey looked kind of fun, (if you ignored the checking…) and maybe if he got into hockey he and Coach would have more stuff in common to talk about.

So one day after hockey practice is over, Bitty sneaks back into the ice with a broken hockey stick he found in the dumpster and put back together with duct tape and a flatted out can, and starts trying to get a hang of how the sport works.

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Significance

A NIGHT AT WORK | NAMJOON VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K 

He was a professor, and you were his favourite.

During your first year of university you found Mr Kim to be quite the English teacher, you always anticipated his class every Thursday and Friday afternoon and it seemed your hard work didn’t go unnoticed either. Late night extra credit classes soon became a place for your deepest and dirtiest desires.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, strong language 

Originally posted by just-namjooned

masterlist | ask | song

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Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation. 

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by pjmjjk


Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time. 


His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.    


On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep? 


Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.


Originally posted by jjks

Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.


The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house. 


You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?

Wound

The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.


K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right? 

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.

Shamelessly.

No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears. 

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!

K: NOOOOOO… NO!

He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.

Thirdly…

Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more. 

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you. 

Dating Kim Yugyeom

  • First things first
  • when he realises that he likes you he would ask his members
  • and the advice would start with
  • “Woo her with words, write her a song and serenade to her!”
  • “Be lowkey and cool about it. Buy her a burger and then just casually drop it”
  • “Just be straight forward about it. Tell her you like her and if she likes you back take her out”
  • he would probably go with Mark’s being cool and lowkey way
  • but he would fail bc damn I just don’t see him succeeding
  • so he would want to buy you a burger but then forget
  • and then he would try the convenience store
  • and think to himself that a cream cheese Sandwich would do the jb right?
  • wrong
  • so he meets you and is like
  • “Yeah I got that for me- no wait for you. I bought this for you”
  • and you would take it and be like
  • “Aw thank you but I’m lactose intolerant”
  • And he’ll just malfunction a little
  • “Mark told me that would work and I should just be lowkey and cool about liking you! And now I forgot you are lactose intolerant!”
  • and you just looked at him while biting your lip and he kept complaining so you just shushed him
  • “I like you too Yugyeom”
  • And his eyes were suddenly as big as his fake confidence
  • and there was this awkward silence for a second and then he was like
  • “Can I hug you?”
  • and you nodded and laghed at how cute that was like awwwwwwwww
  • and then he excuses himself because he needs to use the toilet
  • BUT THAT’S JUST A LIE
  • he actually texts into the 97′liner group chat and probably calls Bambam or something
  • the other members have two moods
  • either it’s
  • Jinyoung and JB in the living room with you while Yugyeom was on the toilet or smth
  • and it was dead silent while they looked at you judgingly
  • the clock on the wall made the only sound
  • and you’d just sit there and look at your knees
  • and then JB would be protective as he is
  • “Bring him back by 10″
  • “Yes ma’- sir. Yes sir!”
  • silence
  • and then Yugyeom would finally come in and be like
  • “Whut’s goin on”
  • you had no idea tbh
  • “Before you go. I don’t want to be a grandfather so protect”
  • “Don’t have sex at all. Jaebum what kind of values do you try to teach our children?”
  • And then the two start bickering and Yugyeom just slowly pulls you away
  • but the two don’t want to be mean they just want to protect their youngest
  • but then on the other hand you would have Bamba who’s just like
  • “Get fucked!”
  • He would put a lot of thought into dates but don’t mention it
  • like not bc he is humble but because he will deny it
  • so hard
  • let’s say he took you out to a restaurant
  • he would request the flowers on the table to be your favourite
  • but if you asked he would go
  • “What??? Don’t be delusional!!”
  • but you know
  • One time you took him ice skating
  • turns out he can’t ice skate but felt too daMN COOL TO ADMIT
  • so now he stand stiff on the ice while you push him
  • but if you speed up even a bit
  • he will be full o panting and fearing for his life
  • “Stop Y/N or I will just sit down and pull you down with me!”
  • he is just bluffing
  • you thought and didn’t slow down
  • and then suddendly it’s like a tower fell
  • and inevitably you fell too and now everyone is staring at the human mass on the floor  
  • quietly swearing at each other
  • you decide it would be good to just go for a coffee too
  • sometimes you two would just lay around and suddenly he goes
  • “how many chilis do you think I can fit in my mouth?”
  • and you are just like
  • “Yugyeom don’t you will regret that so much!”
  • and he is just like
  • “ok.ok.ok”
  • the next day bambam facetimes you to show you Yugyeom crying while drinking milk
  • “I don’t even feel sorry for you I told you!”
  • out of pure interesst you would want to know how many he could put in though
  • “3″
  • He would be super caring for you though
  • always making sure you ate and drank and slept enough
  • if you were out together and a breeze hit he would immediatly throw a piece of his clothing around you
  • “i’m not even cold!”
  • “yes but I don’t want you to get sick!”
  • If you ever got sick though
  • even if it was just the slightest stuffed nose
  • he get’s you enough medicine to cure the entire nation
  • and a preach about that one time four months ago you went out with slightly damp hair and how he told you it will get you sick
  • For skinship
  • he would love holding you
  • like
  • he would bury you in his body
  • would love leaving little kisses in your face randomly
  • he would bite you too
  • but god if his members would be even Close
  • he is two meters away from you
  • you better know he would not see the end of it if the members would see him even just brushing a body part of yours
  • I think he would also like to be the small spoon every now and then
  • with his head on your chest and his arms around your waist while talking to you
  • about his dreams and hopes
  • and also his worries
  • and you would need to reassure and soothe him
  • he would be there for you
  • always
  • and while he wouldn’t want to come across sappy 22/7
  • there would be those moments he would get serious and tell you things like
  • “I’m always there for you!”
  • “No matter what it is you can come to me and I will help you with it!”
  • “You mean the world to me!”
  • “I love you”
  • But especially saying “I love you” would be special to him and he wouldn’t want to say it too often
  • you knew when he did he really meant it
  • more often then not you would be teasing each other
  • “Hey dumbfuck pass me the salt”
  • “Why you need salt you have enough in your soul”
  • “Sweet how you think you can diss me”
  • “Sweet how you think I can’t”
  • and if anyone doesn’t know it’s just your basic way of communication they’ll be like
  • “Are they fine?”
  • and Jinyoung is just standing there like
  • “Susan wht do you mean that’s young love on it’s peak. Look at them bickering. Love birds”
  • I feel like fights would happen quite regularly
  • but they are more just petty, stubborn, heated convos
  • and they don’t last long
  • 10 minutes max
  • he would show you dances he is working on
  • and sometimes bc he is a little fucker™
  • he would show you dances that are waaaaaay too sexy
  • and then you sit there like
  • “what is that?”
  • “just a choreo what do you mean?”
  • sometimes you would see him Play with Coco and giggle like a small Boy
  • or curl up while sleeping while his mouth slightly open
  • and you think about how cute and adorbly he is
  • and other times you remember that one If You Do Performance
  • and yeah uhm so much about cute Yugyeom
  • Overall: Dating Yugyeom would be full of fun an laughter. While he would often want to seem all tough and cool he would have the weakest, softest spot for you, caring for you crazily much and showing you so too.

EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 10

Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

I've always thought in terms of personality, arya is much more like catelyn and Sansa much more like Ned. Popular opinion seems to like it the other way round though. Maybe it's because of looks, maybe it's because Sansa/cat less popular arya/Ned more so they group them like that. But I firmly believe personality wise, arya gets more from cat and Sansa more from Ned. I was wondering if you could expand on this and share your opinion?

Hey there anon :). I’ve picked up on this many times before and for some reason its often overlooked by many in the fandom. I’ve always thought that while Arya resembles Ned and Sansa resembles Cat, their personality and mannerisms are actually more like the other parent. I personally think this is often denied because a lot of people love Ned and Arya but don’t like Cat and Sansa, so I’m hoping this may help change their opinion.

Catelyn and Arya:

Feminism: Despite the very patriarchal society they live in, both Cat and Arya are essentially champions of women, recognising the worth of women and also almost scorning how they’re seen as second value citizens in Westeros:

  • Catelyn: ‘A woman can rule as wisely as a man’: When Brynden seems to worry that Lysa intends to rule the Eyrie, Catelyn says this, emphasising her belief that women can do just as much of a good job ruling (and to be fair, Brynden does agree that the ‘right’ woman can)
  • Catelyn: ‘Girls are not important enough, are they?’: This is her response when Robb tells her that he could’ve traded Jaime for Ned, and she realises that Sansa and Arya aren’t worth as much, lamenting how society favours men over women.
  • Arya: ‘The woman is important too’: This is when Jon spots that Joffrey wears both the royal Baratheon sigil of his ‘father’ and the Lannister lion of his mother and says that the royal sigil should be enough but he wears his mother’s house sigil as equal and Arya protests that, saying that women are just as important.

Both Catelyn and Arya are actually rather intelligent: Now I’m not saying that Sansa and Ned aren’t intelligent, but Arya definitely takes after Catelyn, she’s a lot more intuitive than Sansa is, and that is all Cat. Catelyn manages to outwit Tyrion, and he acknowledges that himself: ‘All his life Tyrion had prided himself on his cunning…yet this seven-times-damned she-wolf Catelyn Stark had outwitted him at every turn’. Arya is intelligent as well, for example, she uses her wit and intelligence to manipulate Jaqen into freeing them from Harrenhal, she manages to learn how to speak Braavosi, despite her young age (I also love how when she’s in Braavos, ‘Cat of the Canals’ is a name she uses, it breaks my heart).

They both have a massive taste for revenge:

  • Arya: ‘Every night Arya would say their names. Ser Gregor…The Tickler and the Hound, Ser Amory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei’: The list of names that Arya has of people she wants to kill is very well known in both the books and the show.
  • Catelyn: ‘I want them all dead, Brienne. Theon Greyjoy first, then Jaime Lannister and Cersei and the Imp, every one’: This is before Lady Stoneheart, so there’s not even the excuse of the ruthless, resurrected zombified Catelyn who is taking this stance on revenge.

Catelyn literally has a list of people she wants dead, not necessarily by her hand, whereas Arya actually wants to kill the people on her list, but if this isn’t a huge pointer to who Arya takes after, then I don’t know what is. Now Catelyn isn’t violent, but she’s certainly after vengeance. Ned isn’t a someone who seems like that. Yes he went to war, but I’d argue that was more about finding Lyanna. And if he had got the chance, I’d say he would’ve killed Aerys without blinking, but I firmly believe Arya’s stance on revenge and vengeance comes from Cat, and not Ned. Here are some of Cat’s other quotes:

  • ‘You are the gentle sex’ said Lord Karstark…’A man has a need for vengeance’…‘Give me Cersei Lannister, Lord Karstark, and you would see how gentle a woman can be’
  • ‘I have no skill with swords, but that does not mean that I do not dream of riding to King’s Landing and wrapping my hands around Cersei Lannister’s white throat and squeezing until her face turns black’

Not only is Cat demonstrating her taste for vengeance, but particularly in that second quote, she’s describing it gruesomely. Cat has a fierceness that is seen in Arya. Arya’s list is almost purely based on a desire to get revenge for the deaths of her family, that sounds pretty similar to a certain resurrected character. This fierceness we see in Arya is all Cat, Ned is not a fierce person at all.

Emotion: Both Cat and Arya are driven by emotion, and this can often mean them doing reckless things. While Cat (for the most part) is more rational, and that comes with age and maturity, she can be impulsive at times. For Arya, things like hitting Joffrey (although he was attacking Mycah, Joffrey is the crown prince and it’s punishable by death to strike him) is an example of her recklessness, but she does it to protect someone. Catelyn releasing Jaime strikes me as something similar, it is a reckless act, but driven by a desire to protect her daughters and get them safe. Yes, it wasn’t a good move and severely weakened Robb’s cause (Though I don’t think that cost him the war as others do. They just place the blame on Cat), but it reminds me of Arya, because that is something she would do.

Cat is very emotionally driven when it comes to Jon. Jon’s presence (not his existence, contrary to popular belief, Cat doesn’t hate the fact that Jon exists. She actually says she wouldn’t mind if Ned had many bastards, as long as they were kept away) affects her emotionally and it hurts her to see him every day, to be reminded of the honourable Ned Stark’s infidelity. She acts on emotion and chooses to ignore him over something he had no choice in, and it is driven by her hurt over the situation. Arya is similar to this, in the show, not the book, when Gendry is taken. Gendry is like an anchor for Arya at this point, and it really hurts her to see him being taken by Melisandre. However, she adds Beric, Thoros and Melisandre to her list for this. A list that includes Cersei, Joffrey, Walder Frey, people who helped murder her family. Now, Gendry being taken really hurt her, but do them three deserve to be on her list? Not really, it’s purely driven by emotion.

Childhood: Arya is obviously well known for her play during childhood. She’s messy, enjoys playing with the boys, wants to swordfight, and just wild in general. People often liken that to Lyanna, but Catelyn remembers her own childhood where she used to make mud pies with Lysa, and used to play with her and Petyr. Although she didn’t swordfight, Catelyn’s own childhood mirrors Arya’s quite a bit, since she also enjoyed playing as a child (I have a headcanon that Arya’s archery skills come from Catelyn because as a child, Cat was taught how to use a bow and arrow by Brynden Tully, but there’s no evidence for that, it’s just a headcanon). People may then call Cat a hypocrite for wanting Arya not to engage in play activities, but people also forget that Cat was forced to grow up very quickly after her mother died and it likely was a quick transition that she wasn’t prepared for and I argue that she wanted Arya to be more prepared than she was and she’s also aware of how harsh society is for women, especially those who don’t fit into the roles of ‘looking pretty’ and producing babies.

Strength: Another similarity is both of them remaining strong.

  • Arya: ‘I am a wolf and will not be afraid’ and the repeated ‘I’m not afraid’ in the show’ demonstrate Arya’s strength. Arya is afraid, and the Hound picks up on that, but she tries to push the feeling of being afraid away out of fear of being weak, she can’t allow herself to be weak, instead she resorts to her inner strength.
  • Catelyn: ‘I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all, a day, an hour’ While Catelyn is talking about grief and not fear, she also shares the similar belief that she has to be strong, so she pushes her grief away because she also can’t allow herself to be weak, like Arya, demonstrating the inner strength she has.

I said in a previous ask Cat and Arya’s relationship is undervalued, but there are so many things Catelyn loves about Arya and now Arya will never get the chance to know how much her mother loved her. One thing that is heartbreaking is that we know how desperately Catelyn wanted to give Ned a son that looked like him, but she never got the chance to. I believe that despite the fact that Arya is not seen as ‘pretty’ and doesn’t get the nice Tully features the other four do, Cat wouldn’t change Arya’s appearance because Arya is the brown haired, grey eyed child she’d always wanted.

LSH doesn’t look like she will be introduced in the show, but in the books, I firmly believe that it will be Arya, to put her out of her misery. And I like to think that having to kill her own mother, Arya will stop her quest for vengeance and head north to find her family.

Ned and Sansa:

Naivety: Sansa has obviously changed since season 1, but in season 1, her and Ned shared the same naivety. Both of them go to Cersei in the hope that she will listen to them, and it backfires on both of them. Ned confronted Cersei with the fact that he knew the truth about her and Jaime, and that was essentially him signing his death warrant. It was naive of Ned to believe that Cersei wouldn’t try to fight back in any way. Cersei has watched Robert’s vengeance follow the Targaryen children around in exile, and she didn’t want that for her own children, Ned’s naivety cost him his life. Sansa also runs to tell Cersei of Ned’s plans to leave, and it backfired. 

Too Trusting: Ned obviously doesn’t trust Cersei, but he places trust in her that he believes she will take up his offer and flee. He trusts that she will put the interest of her children first, and she doesn’t and he was too trusting of her.

  • Ned: ‘Distrusting me was the wisest thing you’ve done since you climbed off your horse’—‘I did warn you not to trust me’: This is the classic example of Ned being too trusting. Placing his trust in a man who literally tells him not too.
  • Sansa: ‘Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head: Sansa places her trust in the wrong people, just as Ned does, and unfortunately for her, she finds out the hard way and it’s certainly a learning curve for her. The too trusting thing is all Ned, Catelyn is much more wary of people, as is Arya (Roose Bolton at Harrenhal for example)

The Eyrie: This is much more of a simple parallel, but it is still one.

  • Ned: Grows up in the Eyrie as a ward of Jon Arryn
  • Sansa: Spends time in the Eyrie under the ‘protection’ of Littlefinger as his bastard daughter (niece in the show)

It’s a very simple similarity, but I believe there is a purpose to everything that George writes. It’s funny that LF is almost trying to make Sansa turn into Catelyn, but he’s doing so in a place where Sansa will feel connected to Ned.

Traditional: While Cat and Arya very much champion women and are essentially medieval feminists, Ned and Sansa are much more traditional. Now, that’s not to say that they don’t value women, because they do. Sansa has probably been beaten down to think that women aren’t worth much but by season 7, we see that she’s really starting to believe in herself as a woman. Ned definitely valued women, respected them, he had a lot of trust in Catelyn, but in reality they are both traditional and fit in with the patriarchal society. Sansa despises of anything unlady-like that Arya does, because it’s not how a woman should act. Certainly in book one, Sansa is convinced that she has to look pretty for Joffrey, smile for him, give him babies, a very traditional medieval view of a woman’s role. Ned certainly doesn’t see Catelyn as a breeding machine, and that’s not what my point is here, but he is still traditional in the fact that he is in charge, and what he says goes. He doesn’t give Cat a say in Jon’s situation and then forbids her to talk about him, using his authority as the male over her. That’s not to say Ned is mean, it’s him being traditional, the man is superior to the woman.

Gentleness: Both Ned and Sansa are much more gentle than Cat and Arya. Cat and Arya have a fierceness we don’t see in Ned and Sansa. Sansa is a gentle young lady, made for the south, doesn’t know how harsh the world is, a very gentle soul. Despite his rough exterior, we know that Ned is actually a very gentle person: ‘Eyes that could be soft as fog or hard as stone’, ‘Once I found the good, sweet heart beneath Ned’s solemn face’. Sansa’s gentleness towards people and life is 100% Ned, even though he doesn’t seem the gentle type.

Armour: Their metaphorical suits of armour are pointed out:

  • Ned: ‘You wear your honour like a suit of armour, Stark’
  • Sansa: ‘What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A ladies armour is courtesy’

It’s another simple similarity, but a fascinating one again, because they are both using these metaphorical suits of armour to almost shield them from real life. Ned holds honour in high regard, as Sansa holds courtesy as well, and they are the things that they use to shield themselves, as armour is supposed to do.

General Personality: Ned is known as the most quiet (his nickname is the ‘Quiet Wolf’), sensible, patient, dutiful and this is definitely evident in Sansa. Sansa is also rather quiet (in comparison to Arya), sensible and patient, she’s not rash or reckless, she’s slower to act to things, idealistic, she has a great deal of empathy. That’s not to say that Catelyn is the complete opposite, Catelyn does have empathy and she’s not completely reckless, but these qualities are much more evident in Ned.

Reassurance: This again is only a small one, but in the show only, we’ve seen a similarity between Ned and Sansa, trying to reassure Catelyn and Jon respectively that they belong in Winterfell

  • Ned: ‘All these years and I still feel like an outsider when I come here’ — ‘You have five Northern children. You’re not an outsider’
  • Sansa: ‘I’m not a Stark’ — ‘You are to me’

It’s a very simple parallel, but an important one. They are both reassuring someone who isn’t sure of their place, that they belong. We saw Sansa through season 6 continue to try and assure Jon that he had a place, that he was a Stark. She made him a Stark cloak, she told him he should have the lord’s chamber, she convinced him to be the person to lead them retaking Winterfell. I imagine that Ned throughout his marriage, assured Catelyn that she belonged in Winterfell, the North was her home etc.

Like Cat and Arya, Ned and Sansa’s relationship is massively undervalued as well. Sansa is his first daughter, and while he obviously loves Arya too, that’s something special to him. She’s the first child he would’ve been present for the birth, seen her as a newborn. We don’t actually know when Ned and Cat fell in love, but Sansa could’ve been the first child out of love. Sansa is precious to Ned, she’s just like him in personality, but she looks just like the woman he loves more than anything, and her innocence and gentle look on the world is why I think he doesn’t tell her what the world is really like, he wants to shield his little girl from the horrors of it.

In the end, people talk a lot about Ned sacrificing his honour for Jon, but they often ignore the fact that Ned loved Sansa enough that he was willing to be deemed a traitor to his best friend in order to save her and that is Ned Stark summed up in one scene. He thinks honour is important, but it’s nothing compared to family. Sansa is one of the last things he sees before he dies, and Ned would be proud of the woman Sansa has become

Cold | Namjoon x Reader | Mafia! AU

Requested by anon:

mafia au, where namjoon is the leader and is closed off until he meets you, and someone takes you, like a rival gang, and just angst & fluff????

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When pedestrians saw Kim Namjoon walking in the street, they all perceived him in the same way. Tall, sharp suit, expensive watch: business man.

Occasionally, amiable - and brave - passers-by would offer him greetings, honouring customs, but he would never deign to reply. They all saw him the same: cold.

The people who worked for Namjoon saw him the same way, too: cold. As did the brave individuals who worked alongside him. But these select few knew the truth as to why Namjoon was so cold, and they thus could not blame him for his temperament.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know that being a notorious mafia leader was a tough job. To manage the position, you had to show no remorse, and not ever hesitate when things got gruesome.

Some people that knew the truth about Namjoon’s profession assumed that he acted so cold in order to intimidate his opposition. Others guessed that, after dealing with such violent and devious tasks for so long, Namjoon had truly lost the ability to feel emotion.

But his closest friends knew the truth - he was cold to protect something; no, not something, but someone.

To protect you.

Only a select few knew about you. And how dear you were to Namjoon. As his girlfriend, you were his one solace among his countless criminal tasks he fulfilled day in day out. His one sliver of normality and comfort in his dark world.

If he maintained his heartless façade, then his opposition would never discover his weakness - you - and no harm would ever come to you.

Keeping you safe was Namjoon’s one priority, and he prayed there would never come a day when he was not able to do that.

Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered.

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Thing I Liked About The Finale, #816: everyone got what they needed, and what they wanted.

I mean, do you know how rare that is in a happy ending? In order for a happy ending to work in fiction, you can’t just give the characters everything they want - they have to earn it, and usually, in the process of earning it, they grow as people. This means that they often discover that what they thought they wanted is not what will really make them happy. This often manifests as the ‘maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way!’ ending, or the 'got what they wanted only to find it was hollow without companionship and gives it up for love’ plotline. There’s nothing actually wrong with that, but it also means that, often, people in stories don’t get what they want. Oh, they find something that’s much better for them in the end, but in the same way broccoli can supply a vitamin the lack of which causes a craving for chocolate, it isn’t what they want.

Not in Gravity Falls.

I expected Stan to have to give up work on the portal, destroy everything he’d worked thirty years for, in order to save Dipper and Mabel, and in doing so find that the family he’d found was more important than his former goal (the family who didn’t appreciate him). When NWHS went down, I expected Stan’s happy ending to be hard-won, by realising that Ford was bad for him, that Ford was wrong about him, that Ford was never going to change and Stan was clinging to the memory of a person who no longer existed, that he had to let go of the hope of getting his brother back if he ever wanted to be happy. 

I expected Mabel’s arc to look a lot more like the one so many people seemed to think it should be - that she’d just have to grow up and learn to deal with disappointment (though frankly it’s still sexist and ridiculous to expect her to just bite her tongue and be sad about not getting what she wants so that Dipper doesn’t have to compromise anything he wants), be content with the friends she has and learn to just be grateful for the things she has while she has them, while learning to let them go without a fight. 

I expected an ironic comedown for Ford, the fact that his own actions had doomed the world he was trying to protect rubbed in his face, before giving him a chance to redeem himself through exactly the kind of heroic self-sacrifice he’d been trying to make for the last thirty-odd years. Best case scenario, I expected him to realise that his obsession with anomalies had caused every problem that had threatened his family, to realise that his family was what was really important and to give up chasing the weird altogether for them.

I expected Dipper to have to realise that the Journals - and his hero - were dangerous and mostly useless, and to grow up and mature, he’d have to turn his back on adventure.

Any of these would have been good, solid endings to the arcs that these characters were on. Any of these would have been fine endings for another show.

But Gravity Falls didn’t just give its characters broccoli. It gave them chocolate too.

Ford was forced to confront his own mistakes, and see that his family was more important than his ego - and he learned from it, but he didn’t have to give up his passion to better appreciate his family, just learn to include them in the things he cares about and to respect and appreciate the things they care about. Stan got to stand up to his brother, and to prove him wrong, and found family who actually appreciated and cared about him - but he also got his brother back, and had his childhood dream come true. Mabel had to learn to face the disappointment of reality and not let it break her - but not alone; with the people she cares about, and who care about her, at her side. And Dipper, from the impression I got, is going to seek out - and find - adventure anywhere he goes - and he’s not going to do it alone.

Can’t Let Go.

For all those who asked a part two of Stone Cold, here it is! You can also read it as an individual piece on it’s own. 

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Stone Cold

-X-


Six months. Twenty Six weeks.

It took Y/N six months to get to a point in her life where she didn’t end up crying at the thought of the man she gave everything to, a man who was her world until he chose not to be and walked out of her life. It took her six months of waking up, after nightmares, with a sweaty forehead, hands clammy and shaking and wild eyes only to realise that reality was much worse. Six months of coming home after work to an empty house filled with six years of memories of reunions, parties, anniversaries, fights, sadness, anger, tears and a feeling that she was now almost unfamiliar with , joy. Six months of sleeping in an empty bed with it’s left side still untouched, the scent of hi cologne long forgotten. Six month was long time to comprehend the loss of someone she once held so dearly and actually still does and wrap her head around the fact that his happiness and his heart was not hers anymore and belonged to someone else.

She didn’t bother keeping up with his life after that picture she saw of him and his new lover, realising that she wouldn’t be helping herself but falling more into the pain and suffering which this time would be self inflicting. His mother and sister however contacted her occasionally, her absence in their lives feeling like the loss of a family member to them having known Y/N since she and Harry were babies. It was from Gemma that she heard about Harry’s new girlfriend being a student who attended the same university as Y/N once did, only letting her know this as a fact. A curious mind like Y/N’s never satisfied with not knowing every small detail wanted to know her name which she didn’t know would destroy not only the last bit of respect she harboured for her ex-lover and former best friend but also the strong facade she built up in the past half year.

Y/N couldn’t necessarily understand what drove Harry into befriending a person that she knew quite well and the events from there leading him to leaving Y/N for Laura. The insecurities she had as a person were not only shown to her friends and family but displayed for the wold to see, the paparazzi had a field day publishing how Harry left Y/N for a woman who was not only her classmate from university but also a very good friend of hers.

She learned to be strong despite how difficult it was. It’s true when people say time heals all wounds but the scars remain. She knew that Harry would always be an incredibly important part of her life despite not being in it anymore. She learned that life after him would be a new chapter and just like life had continued before him, it will go on after him and Harry, who in her mind was supposed to be a protagonist in her story, actually turned out to be a supporting character.

Six months was a long time for wounds to heals and dirt from the fall she took to be shrugged off. Six months was also the time that it took for Harry to show up on her door step unannounced.

-X-

It was ridiculous how the amount of time she spent on erasing the memories of that night along with her new motto of living life one day at a time could be erased with one look into those wild green eyes that she had grown to love. Those eyes that belonged to a person whom she once considered as home,a person she thought would be with her through everything. He had been there from the beginning and she felt it was foolish of her for assuming he would be there till the end.

It was ironic that despite however many times Harry reassured her that his heart was nobody else’s but her’s, that it was meant for her eyes, he not only ended up showing it to someone else but also giving it to them The funny thing was she believed him every single time he tried to reassure her, never once doubting his love for her.

She doesn’t know why it took him so long to show up at her door or why he showed up at all. He looked every bit the beautiful person she remembered him to be, if not ever more because memory doesn’t do justice sometimes. He looked like a dream to her with his hair now longer, grown out like how he wanted it to be reminding her of that time when it was almost as long as hers, long enough of her to braid it anyway; his eyes that radiant green that she could look at forever, shining brighter than diamonds and a nervous smile peeking on his lips despite his efforts to suppress it. His hands were fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck, a nervous habit he had that she knew of along with the swinging of his body on his heels and toes being another giveaway of his stance.

When the doorbell first rang indicating a visitor, she taught it would be her mum checking up on her, she tends to do that sometimes cos she’s worried, or it could be the new friend she made at work named Maya who informed her that she would drop by sometime. The last thing she expected was for it to be the person who not only broke her heart but stomped on it and had a field day with it. Her first instinct was to shut the door on his face, tell him to go fuck himself and never show her his face again but apparently his reflexes were quicker than hers, a foot wedging in the gap to prevent the door from closing, supported by his hand.

“Please don’t close the door. Just hear me out.” He pleaded , voice holding a desperate tone to it as he tried his best to squeeze himself past the entrance.

“What do have to say Harry? That you’re sorry? That I should forgive you? Well guess what, honey? It not gonna happen.”

“No.. well yeah but I just wanna explain. I just feel like I owe you that much.”

“So now you think you owe me an explanation? Where were you six months ago with this so called ‘explanation’ when I needed you to tell me you love me and that everything would be alright? Where were you when all I wanted to know was why I was not enough!”

He looked down, eyes filled with guilt. He knew that would he did was wrong. When he asked you to be his girlfriend, he promised himself that come what may, he would protect you from anything that could potentially cause you harm. He protected you from the paparazzi who considered it their moral right to invade your privacy; from fans who called you all sorts of names and a gold digger despite the fact that you knew Harry before all the money came into the equation; from tabloids who considered it their job to pick apart and dissect every minute detail of your life. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would need to protect you from himself, that out of all the pain that was caused on you, he would be the one to hurt you the most. That night, he was too blind, he was so wrapped up in what could be that he forgot what is. He was so lost in what is good for him, what he thought he wanted and what he could have, that he actually forgot about what he already had. He didn’t realise that what he needed was already in front of him and had been for twenty three years of his life. He gave into the feeling of desire whispering in his ear that he could have so much more,so much better and he didn’t realise his mistake until it was too late. He didn’t realise that there was nothing and nobody who was better for him than you, that you were the best thing that ever happened to him until it was too late and he had already let you slip through his fingertips.He couldn’t help but let slip a few tears realising that he did the one thing he promised he would never do, hurt you.

“I’m sorry, love. I never meant to hurt you. I promise. I don’t know why I did it. I just wanna clear things up between us. Hate not talkin’ to yeh.”

“Alright. Let’s hear it then. I wanna know your reason as to why you did what you did.”

“ I was so wrapped up in my head that I didn’t pay attention to someone who I loved more than life itself. One word from you and I would leave all of this behind. And Laura was there, saying all the right things and I didn’t know what to do. And you were so busy with uni-”

“Don’t you dare blame it no me, Harry Styles. I gave you everything. I gave you all that you asked for and more. I never questioned your love for me while you questioned it every single day. I gave you my heart thinking I had yours only for you to give it to someone else without me knowing it. So don’t you even for a minute think of blaming this situation we’re in on me! I wanted to fix things that night! I came to you hoping that you would agree that we do love each other but forgot just how much. But instead you ran off with your girlfriend into the sunset while I was left alone with my heart not knowing what to do with it!”

Tear sprung in her eyes, voice growing hoarse because of all the shouting she did. Her eyes were wild and she was breathing rapidly, hands clenched into fists. eyes glaring at him.

“I broke up with her.” He mumbled in a feeble voice, barely audible to himself but he know she heard it. She’s got sharp hearing, that one.

“You broke up with her?”

“Yeah, three months ago.”

“So lemme get this straight, you broke up with me because you want to be with someone else. You ended our five, almost six year relationship and twenty three year old friendship so you could be with someone for three months?”

“I’m sorry. i don’t know what I was thinking. I promise I won’t do it again. I love you.”

He uttered the words that she had been waiting to leave his lips. The words that she believed could soothe the ache in her heart, fixing all the cracks and making it whole again. She waited for so long to hear these words come out of his mouth. It was so often that he would tell her he loves her in the first few years of their relationship, but in the last year it was scarce that he remembered her presence in the house. Like he said he was so absorbed in himself that he forgot about her.

“You love me? You’re joking. Please stop this nonsense, harry. You can’t come crawling and expect me to take you back after you went around gallivanting and had your fun. You can’t utter these words if you don’t mean it. How do I know that you won’t leave me again when you find someone else who , as you put it, 'said all the right things’? How can I be sure that you won’t walk out of my life like all the time and love we put into this relationship meant nothing to you?”

“You don’t. But please love, you have to trust me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“It seems like you would do just fine, to be honest. You want me to trust you? Trust you was all I ever did! I put my whole faith in you and showed you every nook and corner of my heart! I gave myself to you without a single doubt in my mind about you hurting me! Don’t talk about trust when you don’t know the pain that is inflicted when the person you love more than anything in the world breaks that trust!”

She sat down on the couch, head in hands, elbows supported on her thighs as she let out the tears that had been holding themselves at bay for so long. Unshed tears of pain, rolled down her cheeks as her whole body shook with her sobs. It was easier to bear the pain she felt when she was mad at him rather than in this moment because with the facade she put up, she could fool herself that she was strong. But now with letting out all her anger in the form of sadness, she realised that she was not fooling anyone. Harry knelt in front of her, his warm and soft hands taking hold of hers and gently trying to pry them away from her eyes. His puckered lips pressed warm kisses to her forehead as she cried, soothing her bit by bit. He eventually sat down beside her, lifting her body so as to perch it on his lap. She found solace in his comfort despite the pain being inflicted by him. She cried into his chest, her hands softly gripping the collar of his shirt as his hand rubbed soothingly across her back.

“I.. I can’t do this anymore Harry. I don’t know how to live without you but I don’t know how I will survive if this happens again.” She croaked, voice hoarse and scratchy.

“Shh love. I know. I promise this won’t happen again. I made a mistake and I would take it all back if I could. Please just let me in. I love you so so much.”

“It won’t be like it used to be. Before we lived around each other. It’s gonna take time.” She said making eye contact with him for the first time since he entered what once was and soon might again be their house. His eyes, just like hers, were filled with tears. Seeing her in pain hurt him more than he could comprehend. He held her a little tighter. His kisses on her cheeks and forehead got more frantic, leaving spongy wet spots all over. She giggled, eyes scrunching as her hands raised up to push his face away.

“Baby steps, yeah?” He said with a gentle smile on his face. The look he had being very similar to the way he used to look at her like she held the stars in her eyes. It was a look of love, she knew that much.

“Baby steps.” She agreed.

-X-

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anonymous asked:

Why is Sansa so associated with empathy in comparison to the other characters? I mean, she is empathetic and she deserves praise for it, but so do Bran, Cat (to an extent), Dany, Ned, Arya, Jon, Tyrion (to an extent), Arianne, Davos, Brienne, Quentyn, Asha... Maybe all the more sympathetic POVs are empathetic, now that I think about it, so why is this aspect so emphasized regarding Sansa specifically?

The degree of empathy she shows, the circumstances in which she shows it, and the actions her empathy and compassion lead her to in spite of the risks to herself.

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Kiwi - Harry Styles Imagine

Words: 3,215

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol

Based off the song, ‘Kiwi’

Part 1 of ‘Kiwi’ - Part 2 - Part 3


They met back in high school, bumping into each other in the hallway. He did not know her at first, learning that she just moved from New Zealand, but she was not your typical girl. Her status from her parents made her known across her school. But she was not like the other girls he found, he knew about parties that went on on school nights, where all her friends went, but he saw her at the local market, or at the park on those nights. He found that she was never interested in drinking, drugs or sex, like the other boys and girls. She would turn down everyday date with her friend’s friends, they told her that she was boring for not doing it, but it was the money that kept their friendship tied.

He tried his best to talk to her, every time he would see her, he tried to have the courage to say a simple word, but none came out. He knew he was like every other ‘low commoner’ of the school, over being head over heels in love, but, he could not care about it, all he wanted was a simple conversation at that moment.

It was a month after that finally whispered a word to her. He learned over the month that she was in his gym class, and art, but she stayed to her friends. She changed classes, changed chemistry classes, for unknown reasons. Harry was out of the bliss, he was scribbling random doodles when she walked in, him not knowing, it was the moment that the teacher said, “Miss. (Y/L/N), take a sit next to Mr. Styles.”, that all it took for him to look out, her telling him a ‘thank you’ and sitting next to him, on his left.

He tried his best not to stare, to be different around her, but when the teacher finished his lesson, and told the class to finish up their notes he turned to her, her not knowing.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He mumbled, he knew he was dead right there and then, wanting to shoot himself for just saying, ‘hello’, to the most known girl around school, but her head shot up.

“Hello, Harry.” She said back, him picking up on the foreign accent, he turned to his body towards her, she just smiled.

“You know my name?” He asked.

“Of course, I’m not a person to just know my friends, you seem really nice, so I asked around, and I found out, you’re also in my gym class.” She stated.

It escalated from there, it went from waving in the hallway, her friends giggling to her about how she can’t wave to people below them, but she did not care. Then, the two started to hang out more, (Y/N) coming away from her girlfriends and starting to hang out with him. He learned more about her, how her mum is British and her father was a Kiwi, like her, how her family has striving business, and that her parents are too poche for her taste, having a man already lined up to take her hand in marriage, but she ignored what will happen in the future and lived in the moment. That was one thing he loved about her, her living in the moment, worrying about the future another day.

But it was not friendship that arose, months later, their first kiss took upon, together, and it came more. They were a couple, her staying always at his house, even overnight, she wanted to escape her parents, the fighting between them and her brother, and their marriage, she did not want to walk along the hallways and get lost, she wanted to stay beside the one person she knew loved her, and that was him. It all came from a simple, ‘hello’, but like every relationship, it somehow ends. When Harry was the one to tour around the world, part of a band, he was not her safe haven anymore. The two fell apart, she got married, all accordingly to plan, she was married at the age of seventeen, both parents consent, in Scotland. He was hitting world records then, touring the world with his new band, singing his first album, forgetting her.

She thought she was happy, moving to New York, taking her dream job and becoming a therapist, she liked it at first, but it was more of her parents wanting her to become that, but she got a job as a waitress, and married a rich business man. But the days dreaded, school days were long, work days were longer, and coming home to a drunk husband was never fun. She she excused herself, she quit her job, finished school, and became a therapist, working from eight to five. Though instead of going home to her husband who would be either drunk off his ass or fucking another girl, she went to a bar, drank, flirted, did drugs sometimes, just living her young life to the fullest.

He was twenty-two when he saw her again, he was in New York for work, and saw her at a coffee shop, but she was in and out, not even seeing him, but he saw her. When he dated her in his teens, she seemed all innocent, rich, daddy’s girl, a virgin, but no. Dating her was the time of his life, she was adventurous, just adding a tad bit of excitement to his boring world. She took him to places that forbid them by law, example, private properties, going to the carnival when it was closed, walking the streets at 2am, in the rain and blasting ‘Greenday’, throughout the small, dodgy places. It made him feel like he was unstoppable around her. But one thing he forgot, she was the one who told him to go on the X-factor, she was the reason he was standing in a fancy, New York coffee shop, selling records that hit the top of the charts, and he forgot all about her, did not even come and say his famous, ‘hello’ to her, when visiting his mother, did not call her, text nor email, just placed her in his subconscious mind, and look what it has gotten him, failed romances and singing his lungs out.

He finally talked to her a week later, walking into a bar, trying to drown himself on whatever was on tap. He saw her in the corner of the place, in a black, tight, strapless dress, flirting with a few guys and taking in the smoke of a cigarette like it was candy, while smoking one. But, he realised that she was not as innocent looking as she once was, now she has a perm, a tattooed arm, and she is showing as much skin as possible, laughing and drinking. He could not stop staring at her, she has changed, and he wanted to know, how.
Harry slowly took in the drinks, not as fast as her, drowning herself in hard liquor, and bossing the boys around her in how to win a game of pool. She was your typical badass girl, now. It must’ve felt like minutes, but it was more as an hour, when she finally noticed Harry, she gave him a smirk, excused herself from few college boys, and headed his way. She turned around at the beginning, giving a look to a boy when he smacked her ass, but she just gave him a smirk and walked off, sitting next to him.

“Look who I found, the famous Harry Styles. Is it just me, love, but were you staring at me, should I feel honoured that a man like yourself was looking at me?” She said, signaling towards the bartender to get her another, he laughed, telling the bartender to cancel the order and give her a water.

“I don’t really know, (Y/N). How much have you been drinking?” He asked, trying to figure out how drunk she was. She laughed, glaring at him.

“Had a few scotches, rums, and a whiskey, it was whatever those wankers over there, got me. I did not feel like buying myself drinks.” She said, leaning down on the table, trying to get over the alcohol, noting it was only a little bit past ten.

“Let me take you home, (Y/N), you’re pissed off your ass. Where do you live?” He asked, she started to get up, using Harry as a object to help her, starting to strut towards the door, ignoring his question.

Once outside, she turned to him, giving him her famous smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her head on his chest. Harry did not feel awkward for some reason, just wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her.

“Let’s get you home.” He simply said, placing her arm around his shoulder and helping her walk, placing her into his car that was around the corner of the pub.

She sat next to him, staring ahead, he took note of her tattooes, some of them looked retro, sailor girls, anchors, boats and water, he remembered how much she enjoyed swimming, that was one thing she use to do, that he could never do. In the early mornings, she use to come to the local dock, jumping off, just wearing a bikini, going into the pacific. He could never have the gut to just wear a bathing suit, no wet suit nor life jacket, she could stay in there for hours, he use to be the one who had to pull her out before she got hypothermia. She was still staring ahead, but she spoke to him, but not looking, grabbing the water bottle beside her.

“I don’t want to go home.” Is all she said, straight face, looking at the traffic that lied ahead, even though they were still in park. Harry looked ahead now, watching the drunks walk out of the pub.

“Why? Where do you want me to take you?” He asked, she turned to him, still all serious faced.

“Can you take me to your place, I just don’t want to go home.” She said, grabbing her phone from her bag and placing it on silent, he did not even realise that it was ringing. Harry felt controlled by her, that was one thing that happened in their past relationship. People dig dominant girls, and she is more than just that, it drove men around her crazy, it drove him crazy. But he placed the car in drive and took her to his New York apartment, sitting in silence.

“What are you doing for a living?” He said out of the blue, she just looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“I’m a therapist, but it seems I can deal with my patients problems better than myself.” She said, starting to laugh. Harry remembered she use to tell her deepest secrets when she was drunk, that is why she did it so much, to not hide herself.

“How so?” He asked, watching the road, she did the same.

“Take me home, actually, turn here.” She told him, all Harry did was nod, pulling up to a more than a million dollar mansion, walking out.

“Bye Harry, see you around.” Is all she said, starting to walk up the long pathway towards the house, lights turning on.

Harry saw her again, a few days later, she was sitting outside of a bar, drinking and coming down from her high. She was in a different black dress, but just as showy, just watching around her. Harry saw her, he was walking down the road to get to his apartment, when he just saw her, looking up the blue sky, and just thinking. His body took control and he sat right next to her. It took him by surprise when she was the first one to talk.

“I’m quitting. I know I said it before, but I am doing it.” She stated, still looking ahead of her, taking her left hand and passing him the bottle of beer. She was sober, he thought she was high, but she was sober.

“I follow the same fucking routine, everyday. Wakeup, escape from that house, go to work, get high after with some fuck heads from college, fuck one, drink and pass out as home.” He just nodded, letting her continue.

“Harry, you promised me you’d come back, and you did, but never to me.” She said, turning to him, placing her head on his shoulder. He took note of the wedding ring that laid upon her left, ring finger.

“I know, and I’m—” He was interrupted.

“It’s fine. You promised to marry me and look at me, now, going home to a fuck head, because that is what my parents wanted, apparently.” She said, it took him by surprise, a girl like her, as strong as her, opinionated and passionate, actually married the man that her parents sent up her with.

“I love you.” He blurted out, she took her head off of his shoulders.

Like every relationship, it escalated, it was like them, the two of them became more, ignoring what will happen and live in the moment, she would come to his place, talk about their life, he learned that she is still the girl who made life fun. She felt like herself around him, again, forget about her husband. He learned that she loves to play with men, and it made him laugh. It was only weeks together, but he changed her, she stopped smoking, drinking and doing the drugs, and she just lived like before. But the relationship did not just end like that, they started to date, to kiss, to make love to each other. They were still young, let them live a little longer.

“My husband is such a hypocrite. When we married, I was seventeen and he was twenty-five, and it was like we eloped, going to Scotland, got married, no wedding, really, and went straight to New York. Anyway, we said to each other that we could not see anyone, a month later, I found out he has girlfriends, and fuck buddies, so I did not care anymore. I just use his money for school and a nice ride and place to stay, and just lived, hooked up, dated. I fucking hate this wedding ring, it’s like a thousand pounds, but I don’t like my home.” She concluded and starting to laugh, he just watched her. The two of them were sitting on his couch, drinking wine and sharing experiences.

“I loved to play with guys, played hard to get, I just felt loved in a way, so I was like an actress, every night I would go to another bar, have a new identity, and name and pretend I was someone else, but I would always wear a black dress, it was like therapy to me, I felt loved.” She said to him.

Love came out of the relationship, (Y/N) filed for a divorce, she started to become more with Harry, until. Harry and her ended months later, she ended it, she did not know why, but the two were constantly fighting. She took up the hard liquor again, not the drugs nor smoking, but she enjoyed the liquor, the divorce went through, fastly, surprising her, but she would come home drunk sometimes, she was uncontrollable, he found, just like before. She loved to do what she use to do, she the same, look like an angel in the day, but was a demon by night, and he could not function with her. He also wanted to end it and focus with his life, his music, it was the best for both of them, she wanted to explore the world, and he could not do that with her. But what hooked her to walk away was the words he spoke to her, “You’re a drunk, constantly craving for attention, it is like during the day, you don’t care about me, that I am here, and that I love you, and you go out and get pissed out of your mind, mess around with guys, with flirting, and come home and demand attention from me, sex from me. You need to go to rehab, we are done.” It hurt her those words, but there were more than that said. And he just left, like before, not telling he was going, he went away, and forgot, like the first time around, but she called him.

She sat next to him, months afar from the night of the bar, she was still, sitting next to him on the couch, it was like she was a silhouette, looking ahead, can’t tell if she was alive or not, like the night they met, driving her home, she showed no emotion. Minutes later, she stood up. She called Harry to ask if he could come over, she had something to tell him, but she did not know if she could squeeze it out, blurt it to him, she got up, helped herself to the liquor that was in the cupboard. Sitting next to him, she acted the same, giving him a cup of the famous liquor, Hard Candy, she gave him a glass, she took the bottle, chugging it.

“Fuck it.” She said, placing the bottle down, and started to kiss him.

Now she sat, it was four months since the two ended, she has not seen him for four months, and she sat next to the toilet, the taste of vomit still in her mouth, and four pregnancy sticks above her on the counter, she knew it before she could look at it, but again, she was just a broken drunk, according to him. He has not contacted her for four months, when she tried to call, it went straight to voicemail.

It was half an hour of sitting in her own pity party when she finally got up, took the sticks and sat down in the same spot, next the toilet, all four of them read the same, the stupid double, pink line. She did not know what to do, so she pulled her phone out, tapped his number and waited, it went straight to voicemail, like she expected.

“Hi Harry, its me, (Y/N), I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I just want to let you know that I am better, I went to rehab, and I’m fine, but you really did hurt me, but that is not what I want to talk about. Harry, I’m having your baby, but it is none of your business. I don’t want you in its life at all, I don’t want you to call me, because we are not each other’s business anymore. Don’t call me, block me, do what you need to forget me, since you’re pretty good at that, I’m doing the same. We are over, I finally realise it,  and I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m not your innocent girlfriend back from highschool, I’m a fucked up, divorce woman, tattooed and forgotten, and now pregnant. So, don’t call me back. Bye.” She said, ending it, placing the phone next her, and knew she had to continue her life.


I felt like I should write an imagine based off the the song, ‘Kiwi’ by, Harry Styles, so I did. Hope you enjoyed!

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Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn

I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy! 


Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now. 

I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed. 

But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe. 

I used to be like that, before I met him for real.

I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me. 

At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did. 

My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?” 

And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.

“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!” 

And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?” 

After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.

“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.

“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.

I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan. 

“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.

Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.” 

“But-”

“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.

Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.

Justin’s POV

“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”

“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?” 

“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”

“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.

“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”

“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”

That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.

“What?” I questioned. 

“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”

 “Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”

“But that’s not true at all.” 

“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated. 

“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”

And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.

1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.

“SCOOTER!”

Y/N POV

I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.

“Y/N!” 

The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.

“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”

“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.

“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.” 

Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”

And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…

“Justin, what’s going on?”

But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.

“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”

While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.

Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright. 

Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?

“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”

He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.

He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.

Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love. 

“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine. 

And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us. 

The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYBODY!”

chemistry, part 1

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: just some cursing.

a/n: I am really really excited about this new series, so I hope y'all like chemistry teacher O'Brien just as much as I do.

word count: 2k+


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Dusk Till Dawn [Peter Parker]

Summary: You’re finally found after being kidnapped by hydra for 4 months, but with powers.

Words: 1050+


“We found her”

Those were the first and only words Peter needed to hear, he had initially tried to barge past Mr Stark, he wanted- no, needed to be near you after months of you being you being gone without a trace.

None of Tony’s advanced technology could track you, everyone had suspected you were dead until a month ago, they received a video from Hydra confirming that in fact, you were still breathing.

Tony gripped Peter’s wrist, preventing him from making what could possibly be a big mistake and barging into the room you were being held in.

“Look, Peter. She’s not the same girl she was when you last saw her, You saw what Hydra did to Bucky” He says “Y/N doesn’t remember me, there’s a large possibility she may not remember you and we can’t tell what’s going to happen if she freaks out"

“W-what did they do to her?” Peters antsy, he wants to hold you again, for the first time in months. “Does she have powers like Wanda, o-or Bucky?”

Tony shakes his head “We can’t tell just yet, she hasn’t shown any signs of supernatural ability”

Peter was overwhelmed with negative emotion, anger at the people who took you from him and harmed you, sadness thinking about the fact that you were most likely put through large amounts of pain and trials. But a part of him was feeling relief, you were back, even if it wasn’t fully the same girl that left 4 months ago.

“I need to see her, she’ll remember me"

Your eyes widened when he walked in the room, wearing a familiar gray sweater, which happened to be your favourite to steal and black skinny jeans you’d been dreaming about since you’d been taken.

Immediately your eyes began filling with tears and if you weren’t attached to so many wires and tubes you would’ve ran into his arms.

“Hey” He spoke softly, you noticed he wore large bags under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep. You were positive you were the same

Peter wasn’t sure what to do, should he hug you? Hold your hand?

“Hi” You reply, waiting a moment. “Don’t just stand there, i missed you”

Peter only takes a few small steps before he’s besides your bed. For a moment there’s no sounds besides the constant beeping of a heart monitor and if you weren’t so tired you would’ve thrown the nearest object at it.

You know that Tony and probably a few others are outside the door incase you turn all of a sudden and remind yourself to not become overwhelmed.

“You remember me?” Peter asks hesitantly, his voice shaking

“How could i forget the person that kept me sane for the last 4 months, They tried their best to make me hate you, when they realised that wasn’t working they just tried to erase my memory but neither worked” You laugh before wincing as a sharp pain struck your abdomen. “C'mere” You wiggle over, allowing Peter to sit next to you.

“I-i thought i lost you, w-we all thought you were dead” Peter feels himself falling apart, all of the emotion he’d been keeping in from Ned, Tony and whoever else that had asked if he was okay over the last few months was finally showing.

“Baby, I am right here” you take his hand, tracing his knuckles with your thumb. “Let me show you something, but you have to promise not to freak out, I learnt to get it under control”

Peter nods without hesitation and you lift your free hand, focusing on the spree of emotions you were feeling and holding your hand out straight, not even seconds later a blob of water is floating above your hand.

You were purposely trying to distract Peter from the realities of what happened at Hydra, the large amount of pain and torture you’d been put through was indescribable, it was something you never wanted to talk about.

“They gave you waterbending powers?” He asks, staring in amazement at the orb of water ahead of you. Peter thought the orb was beautiful and although he was angry at Hydra for giving you this without permission he couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty in front of him.

“I can do all the elements” In seconds the water is in an empty glass besides you and there’s a small flame playing on your fingertip.

At Hydra they tried to teach you how to use your powers for evil, for months you were forced to go to excessive lengths, doing exactly as they said fearing punishment.

You blow on the flame and it goes out like a light.

“Do you want this?” Peter asks, he hesitantly removes his hand from yours and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

You hesitate, thinking about your answer “I don’t know, but i do know that I don’t want to be alone again. I almost didn’t think i was going to see you again”

“You’ll never be alone, I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn” Peter doesn’t have to think twice about those words, he isn’t leaving your side unless it’s necessary

“You know, every night while i was there i would lay in bed and think of one memory i had of you a night” You begin “My favourite was our second date when you took my ice skating and i had to teach you how to skate” you laugh. The blankets rustle slightly underneath you.

“And i feel on my ass maybe four or five times” Peter’s face grows slightly red as he thinks about that night.

You nod, smiling genuinely for what feels like the first time in months “And at the end of the night you asked me to be your girlfriend”

That was also the night you two shared your first kiss. It wasn’t the perfect kiss, your noses may have bumped and your teeth may have clashed slightly but it was everything you could’ve asked for.

kang daniel | prince au! part 2

Originally posted by kyuunqsoo

member: kang daniel 
genre: fluffy
summary: prince au! after your night of cuddling and daniel’s realisation that he’s madly in love with you something is bound to happen
requested: yes
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)


  • daniel wakes up and has a very slow realisation
  • “shit
  • y/n
  • is
  • cuddling
  • ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
  • he has like a mini freakout but he tries not to wake you up at the same time
  • he ends up just lying back down and just admires how cute you look
  • your hair all messy, your eyes closed with disheveled clothes
  • he also notices
  • and how you pout your lips out when you sleep
  • making him want to kiss you really bad but he won’t
  • just because he wants you to both enjoy your first kiss
  • he smirks a little at the thought
  • he can’t help but grin at the sight of you
  • after a bit of time telling himself it isn’t a dream and just admiring you
  • he slowly and cautiously gets up not wanting to wake you and make you breakfast
  • because he could tell you weren’t sleeping or eating as much as you needed and you weren’t taking care of yourself
  • because of how much you constantly had to do 
  • the problem is
  • he can’t cook for shit
  • but he wanted to try for you anyways
  • so he went to his own private kitchen
  • spoilt prince hehe
  • he starts cooking bacon luckily he doesn’t completely burn it up
  • haha i’m so funny i’m rly not just cringing at myself 
  • but the sunny side up eggs is a whole entire different story
  • he literally completely burns one
  • messes up the yolk in one of them
  • and then one he ends up cracking and half of it gets on his shirt
  • luckily the last one he finally gets right
  • he is literally sweating buckets trying to cook the egg
  • staring at it constantly
  • he toasts some bread and prepares some fruit and yogurt
  • as he admires the work he literally realises and groans
  • “ugh fuck i didn’t make enough for the two of us”
  • just as he realises that you wake up yawning super loudly
  • his face literally lights up at the sight of you
  • in a baggy t shirt your hair sticking up everywhere
  • and you uglily yawning then slumping your back cause you were so tired
  • “good morning, y/n, did you sleep well?” he asks sweetly
  • your eyes widen and you literally look like a deer in headlights cause you totally forgot you were slept in daniel’s room
  • “oh shit, i’m so sorry daniel, i didn’t realise i fell asleep, thank you for letting me stay especially in your bed, wait why am i in your bed oh whatever” you say quickly then continue
  • “and i slept well the super expensive bed is probably the reason why” you end cheekily
  • “or maybe the fact you slept near me” daniel said jokingly in return
  • you blush at the thought of cuddling with him and going back to sleep after kissing him on the nose
  • “but i prepared breakfast!” daniel exclaims proudly
  • “really? didn’t you say you couldn’t cook for your life??” you said suspiciously
  • “ahhh well i tried really hard to cook everything well because i knew you haven’t been eating because of how much you had to stay at the palace” he said shyly
  • your heart warmed at the thought he cooked for you to make sure you ate sufficiently and you were healthy
  • you grin brightly back at him and head towards the small table where daniel set up breakfast
  • you looked down confused at the small portions
  • “uhhh daniel are you sure this is going to be enough??”
  • “well umm i kinda messed up 3 of the eggs and yeah…”
  • you giggle and say “well i’ll see what i can make”
  • “bu-but i was supposed to cook for you” he says disappointedly with a small frown
  • you can’t help but think how he looks so cute pouting you say sweetly
  • “daniel i’m gonna eat your food but you gotta eat mine how does that sound??” you say brightly
  • he brigtens up and exclaims “ohhhhh like a couple breakfast?!!”
  • “y-yeah i guess” you shyly saying trying to stop yourself for being so affected by him saying couple
  • you end up cooking pancakes and of course daniel insisted on flipping them
  • you have a blast cooking and eating and you have a mini freakout when daniel basically drowned his pancakes in maple syrup
  • “DANIEL!!!! THAT’S SO MUCH MAPLE SYRUP!!”
  • “well i love maple syrup which is why i’m using so much duh”
  • “you’re impossible”
  • he then grins at you like a 5 year old boy just as you groan
  • he is literally 5 i can’t
  • daniel then puts like tablespoons of nutella and you look at him like he’s an alien
  • “daniel you’re eating way too much sugar you are literally going to get diabetes”
  • “nahhhh i’ll be fine don’t worry”
  • you then proceed to take the nutella away from him
  • which he then ends up chasing you all around his room for
  • he ends up whisking you up from the back with both of you laughing and smiling
  • he then puts you down
  • you smear a bit of nutella on his cheek
  • and he looks at you in fake shock and you grin cheekily
  • he then gets some nutella and smears it on your lips/chin
  • and before you could wipe it off
  • he grabs your hand sharply and sets it back down softly
  • and wipes the little bit of nutella off with his thumb
  • but staring intently at your lips
  • making your heart flutter so much
  • you look at each other and your heart is racing so fast
  • he slowly leans in and so do you
  • your lips meet and you literally feel like fireworks are going off
  • he deepends the kiss
  • it was passionate and sweet
  • and he smiles as he’s kissing you and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as he does
  • you part after the best kiss either of you ever had and he gives you the biggest and happiest smile ever which you obviously return back
  • he then says to you in huskiest shyest sweetest voice ever
  • “if you haven’t realised, i am so completely madly in love with you and i can’t believe i didn’t realise this till yesterday” *cue adorable chuckle* “and i’m a complete idiot for not asking sooner, y/n will you be my girlfriend?”
  • you laugh in just pure happiness, telling yourself it isn’t a dream, you tell him “wow you just realised your feelings gosh i’m really gonna have to wear the pants in this relationship” you giggle and he smiles brightly 
  • you continue “but if you didn’t realise daniel or just didn’t listen to seongwoo, i am totally and completely madly in love with you too”
  • he laughs and whisks you up which you squeal at and then he whispers softly
  • “i love you” making your heart melt you reply while snuggling into the crook of his neck
  • “i love you too, daniel”
  • making him feel like the luckiest guy in the world
  • just as you finish your sentence
  • seongwoo bursts in the room and shouts disappointedly while smirking
  • “FUCK, YOU GUYS AREN’T HAVING SEX, tut tut i’m disappointed daniel i thought you had more moves than that”
  • with a murderous glint in your eyes you whisper dangerously low
  • “ong seongwoo you are going to die”
  • he says pretending to be innocent “whoopsie daisies i just ruined the moment huh?”
  • and takes one look at you and sprints out of the room with you hot on his tail
  • and daniel just laughing his heart out at you two
  • after you hit seongwoo enough times and he begs for your forgiveness
  • he turns super serious all of sudden 
  • and quickly hugs you making you genuinely surprised not used to seeing this side of seongwoo
  • he says gently pleads to you 
  • “y/n you know we’re technically engaged and i know we’re both in love with different people, your parents would be fine if daniel proposed to you instead of me. who wouldn’t prefer the crown prince over the half brother” he says slightly bitter
  • you can’t help but hug him back knowing daniel had the choice of bride while he didn’t making him slightly bitter against his parents but of course not daniel
  • he sighs deeply and continues “you know i love daniel and i want him to be happy and i genuinely don’t think he’ll be happier with any other girl other than you so my ultimate question is would you be ready for an engagement with daniel? if so i can quickly and publicly propose to y/b/f/n which means my parents can’t do anything about it. so would you say yes?”
  • you’re shocked not even registering you really did have to get married soon but as you thought about it more
  • you’d happily marry daniel
  • any day
  • you’ve never felt this way about anyone else and you knew even in these few months of knowing him you would love to spend the rest of your life with him
  • especially since you knew your parents would never allow you to marry someone that you actually love
  • except daniel since he’s the crown prince
  • and you knew you were truly in love with him
  • and if seongwoo and y/b/f/n can get their happy ending as well
  • you knew you would 100% say yes to daniel if he proposed
  • you tell seongwoo who looks super hopeful
  • “seongwoo, i would say yes if daniel proposed and if you an y/b/f/n can get married too i’ll be so so so happy” you say brightly with a smile
  • seongwoo bursts into the biggest grin and says
  • “thank you so much y/n i genuinely would have no idea what i would do if you said no”
  • y'all they’re so cute they have such a brother/sister relationship
  • you end up saying goodbye to daniel and seongwoo and going home
  • of course daniel ends up stealing a kiss from you making you blush bright red as seongwoo oooooed at you two with daniel shyly grinning at you
  • but you and daniel text quite a lot until you get to see each other again
  • your parents thought you were at sleepover with y/b/f/n so they didn’t care as you entered your house 
  • at the palace daniel and seongwoo discusses the engagements and how and when to propose and end up with an elaborate plan
  • they also secretly end up picking rings
  • and they’re suits
  • they’re literally like excited school boys
  • and just grinning cheekily and laughing a lot 
  • you on the other hand
  • tell your best friend the good news and she’s over the moon
  • she and seongwoo literally thought about having a baby to prevent the engagement
  • you were so shocked at that cause that’s a big deal
  • but you’re also super happy that she gets to marry him
  • she’s also has a royal status of a lady which means she’s the daughter of a duke
  • this isn’t accurate whatever deal with it
  • so she is eligible to marry seongwoo thankfully
  • since the ball was that weekend you guys end up going ball gown shopping
  • that would be sm fun
  • after hours of shopping you decided on a gorgeous strapless red ball gown which would be a show stopper
  • also signifying the kingdom’s colour which was red
  • you had to wear hells so you decided some black strappy heels
  • and picked out jewellery with pearls which would complement the dress
  • your best friend picked out a royal purple fitted at the top with gorgeous detailing and a long flowy bottom
  • she chose the colour not only cause she looked amazing it but it was the royal’s family colour
  • trying to appeal to the king and queen 
  • she also chose the same black heels as you 
  • but mostly silver jewellery
  • you both looked like princesses 
  • which you would be in just a few more nights 
  • you and daniel couldn’t help but think about each other
  • how your wedding would be like, your kids and just your future in general
  • you fall asleep smiling thinking of being engaged to daniel
  • but daniel
  • falls asleep with the thought of your first born
  • he decided he would be a boy 
  • he’d have your gorgeous eyes and his smile 
  • he’d be perfect 
  • just like you 
  • and the amazing future ahead of you two

lol so funny story i kinda wrote pt2 and thought it was around 4k guess what IT WAS 8K+ so i’ve decided to split it in two even tho i said i’d only do 2 chapters lmao BUT AT LEAST I’VE WRITTEN THE NEXT CHAPTER and yeah no ball yet  :(( BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT TOMORROW and that has the engagement and stuff, this is just boring build up lol BUT I TRIED TO MAKE IT FLUFFY cause like no big plot points. ANYWAYS HOPE Y’ALL ENJOYED i love all of you who sticked around for this part

also considering making either a prelude or an epilogue i’ll tell you my ideas the next chapter hehe 

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Jumin Secret Ending

Okay so a while ago, I was having many deep and meaningfuls with the lovely @ellieartcave and we both emphatically agreed that there was something sorely lacking in Mystic Messenger… an ending where V lived. While she came up with something different but just as awesome, for me the only thing that made sense and still work canonically is for the other Deep Route boy- my baby Juju- to have a secret ending.

Here are the very rough, very vague notes that I’ve taken in regards to what I was planning to do over the span of 7-10 chapters… but with what seems to be the V route/content coming up… I felt that my story would no longer be necessary… but I still wanted to share it :)   

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