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Tom/Harry AU: Harry didn’t expect to face Tom Marvolo Riddle again, not after what had occurred in the Chamber of Secrets. Four years later, however, he was proved wrong. This version of Tom wasn’t part of Voldemort’s split soul any longer—instead he appeared to be tied to Harry, who was far from pleased by this development.

you know what ? let’s imagine the marauders in afterlife.

afterlife is supposed to be forever, right ?

james is here. sirius is here. lily is here. remus is here.

you know who else is here ?

peter.

peter is stucked forever in the same place as the people he betrayed.

who used to be his best friends.

how do you think that would go ?

do they just stay in different corners of afterlife forever ?

do they come in contact after like, 2134 years of afterlife ?

do they at some point forgive him ?

and i know you’re all saying “whaaaaaat no he betrayed them” and maybe you’re right who knows BUT

remus forgave sirius for betraying his secret to severus snape of all people

so after a lot and a lot and a lot of time and apologies and explainations, why not peter ?

( @jilylicious it seemed like this would interest you. also sorry i’m writing this really fast and am bad at explaining but you have the main idea )

A/n: In honor of the first day of Halloween~


You stood in the living room of your apartment, gazing down on the carpet where you had several strands of decorative lights set up in rows so you could look at them all and make a decision. Your fingers were pressed to your lips and your eyes narrowed in thought over which ones to put up.

It was overcast outside and the air had quickly gone cold once the sun was hidden from the sky, not that you minded of course, always taking a fondess for chilly air over the heat.

Now that it was October, you wanted to make the apartmet as festive as possible. Holiday seasons were always your favorite so you tended go all out very quickly.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed your girlfriend sneak up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist, pulling you into her as she placed her chin on your shoulder.

“Whatcha doing?” Jillian asked curiously into your ear as she stared down at the lights.

You smiled, welcoming the warmth and company she brought. “Deciding what lights should go where.”

Jillian glaced at the array of small lights ranging in all color of red, orange and yellow. “It’s only a suggestion, but we always could start with the bedroom.” She said happily, snuggling into your neck with a smile on her face.

You scoffed and pushed yourself out of her grasp, turning on your heels to see a very pouty Jillian. “You know I like get ahead of decorating.”

Jillian whined and latched herself to you again. “You have weeks to do that, besides it’s late and I’ve been very deprived of your love lately.”

You raised an eyebrow at her and placed your elbow on her shoulder, using her as an arm rest and simultaneously bringing your face closer to her’s. “It that so?”

Jillian nodded, eyes locked onto yours. “Quite.”

You led out a breathy laugh and leaned foward to kiss the end of her nose. “Well then I guess we’ll have to something about that, won’t we?”

Jillian’s eyes lit up and tapped the side of her glasses with her fingers, causing them to wobble slightly. “Leggo” She said, eagerly grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom door.

You halted slightly. “Hang on, gotta unplug the lights. Don’t want a repeat of last Christmas.”

“Hey! That was not my fault.” Jillian said defensively.

You laughed, pulling the chords out of the sockets. “Oh yeah? Then how do you explain the burnt circle on Abby’s carpet?”

Jillian scoffed. “And I bought her a lovely rug to cover it.” She said quickly, pulling you away from the lights again.

“Besides we have more important things to be doing.”

Based off of this post

@claryfightwood you said you wanted someone to write it so here I am. It’s probably not really that good?? It’s my first time writing anything romance related so I mean??

After a few failed attempts she stopped trying to stop her hand. Even clasping her other hand over it didn’t stop it. It was most likely due to the fact that both her hands were shaking, not just one. She wanted it to stop, to calm her feelings, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t wipe the large grin off her face or stop her hands shaking from excitement. She was sure that if someone were to walk in on her at that very moment that they would give her a look. Not a bad one, perhaps one of concern trying to figure out what was happening. She couldn’t care less if someone walked in on her at that very moment. The feelings of joy were not going to be destroyed anytime soon. She felt like she was living a dream.

Isabelle Lightwood was going to visit the Iron Sisters.

She could still see it clearly. The grin on her brother’s face when he had told her. The feelings of excitement she felt, she knew she would feel extremely tired when it wore off. But she didn’t care. Not right now, later perhaps.

- - - - -

When she had arrived at the Citadel the excitement had turned into slight nervousness. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Would the Iron Sisters like her? But she knew when they had arrived, informing her that she needed to do a purity trail, from the smile of a redheaded Iron Sister that she was fine. She was safe. Nothing to worry about.

- - - - -

Isabelle had grown up admiring the Iron Sisters. Each and everything single thing she heard about them rose her love for them. So when she had walked into the garden of the Citadel and sat down next to the same redheaded girl who had given her a kind smile, she was confused about her feelings. But she knew, after spending her last day in the Citadel. She and the redhead both knew as they exchanged a hug and held hands for a minute or two. They knew. She couldn’t keep the idea out of her head. Did Clary Lightwood or Isabelle Fairchild sound better?

- - - - -

When she had come home to the Institute, she was practically glowing. She had a big smile on her face, and it was contagious. Even the grumpiest of people in the Institute were smiling. Her time at the Citadel, with the Iron Sisters, with Clary, had been the greatest thing to happen to her.

So when she entered her room only to find a letter waiting for her on her desk with the smooth, light handwriting that she had come to recognize. She loved the name.

She couldn’t stop looking at it. She didn’t want to open it, afraid that she would ruin the paper. Her eyes couldn’t come off from the finely printed words that stood on the outside of the letter.

Clary

- - - - -

It had become a routine for her. She would wake up and head straight to her desk, hoping, waiting, to see a letter with the same colored ink, with the same handwriting, with the same name she had fallen in love with.

Today was no exception.

She couldn’t stop the stupid looking grin that appeared on her face as she laid on her bed, eyes glued to each and every word that was written. Written for her by the girl she loved.

- - - - -

She had hoped the letters would never stop. But alas, they did. Words could not express the fear she had felt when she had woken up only to find her desk barren of the familiar paper with the name she loved. Had she said something? Was she overreacting? Had something happened? Questions rushed in and out of her mind as the day progressed.

She was flooded with worry and fear.

It wasn’t until one of her brother’s had told her to go out into the city. To relax. She had nothing to worry about. She loved him, her brother, she trusted him. So she had taken his advice. She would go out and relax, the lateness of the letter was probably because her girlfriend was busy being a badass warrior. Girlfriend? Yes, girlfriend, she liked the sound of that.

Her worries, her hopes, her fears. They all snapped in an instant. She was headed towards the doors of the institute, but who was this person in front of her? They looked familiar. She couldn’t put a name to the face that smiled at her. Why couldn’t she? She had a wonderful memory when it came to names and faces. Had she seen them in the Institute before? She was sure she would be able to recognize them anywhere. This person with the red hair.

Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out just who they were. But it all came to her in an instant.

That smile.

She could recognize it anywhere. The smile that she fell in love with. The smile she loved to see. The smile she loved to touch. To kiss. The smile that belonged to the Iron Sister that she had fallen in love with. The girl with the red hair. The red hair she loved to touch, to feel, to hold, to run her hands through.

She knew who this was. The girl in front of her.

It was her.

It was her Clary.

Overtime - Daryl Dixon

Overtime

Word Count: 432

Prompt/request: Can I get a Daryl imagine when you’re pregnant and what he’s like after the baby comes? I just really need fluffy protective dad Daryl. Thank you!! Xx

sidenote: requests are open (:

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and fluff

((Okay, so I changed it up a little and I hope you like it! Sorry it took a little while, I’ve been busy with school but I will start posting these requests more often! Also, I had really bad writer’s block while writing this but I powered through. ENJOY))

After a long and hectic past few weeks, you and Daryl had finally found serenity. Extreme exhaustion, entangled limbs, and the mesmerizing sound of Daryl’s light heartbeat easily lulled you to sleep. Yet, like every night before, this was interrupted by the shrill whining of his and your two-week old daughter. You groaned, peeling your arm from around his torso to flip on the dim bedside lamp, giving off just enough light to illuminate the room in a soft yellow glow. Daryl, awoken by the ruckus, pulled his head up from the pillow to see you attempting to squirm from his grasp. He released you, propping himself up on his elbow and pushing his hair from his face.

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iamnmbr3  asked:

For the beautiful writing ask: The Diaries of Bucky Barnes by afterlifeoftheparty has really beautiful writing. I also enjoyed Bad Becomes Worse by monicawoe and The Ungraceful Art of Falling by buckyfuckybarnes. Wasp Harvest by Overlithe is incredibly well written but extremely dark. And also I would second the rec for If Neither Foes nor Loving Friends can Hurt you.

thanks for your recs!

Bad Becomes Worse by monicawoe

Good becomes great. Bad becomes worse.

Angsty Post-Zola Bucky and Steve. Really I just needed an excuse to write lots of sex in tents. With biting.

The Diaries of Bucky Barnes by afterlifeoftheparty

“This young soldier was writing about war, but not only that. No, the most remarkable extracts from his diaries are the ones about emotions; those passages in which he writes about loss and pain and loyalty and love.”

When Bucky Barnes’ diaries are leaked in the 70s, reactions vary from one thing to another, even decades later.

The Ungraceful Art of Falling by buckyfuckybarnes

But Steve… Steve was sunshine.

Wasp Harvest by Overlithe

‘We are going to do great things together.’
1947: Bucky Barnes wakes up to a metal arm and Arnim Zola’s voice.
1979: Alexander Pierce, newly-minted member of Hydra, takes over a now-useless asset tucked away in a vault.
2014: The master has a mission for the soldier.
This is everything that happens in between.

Or: Bucky Barnes, disassembled. The Winter Soldier, assembled. Horror/thriller. MCU with a few shout-outs to the comics. Gen, but you can read some Bucky/Steve and a tiny little bit of Bucky/Nat into it if you’d like.

i wrote a fuckign tim/brian thing but im still too lazy to make an ao3 and im tired and i want to show it to my friend so u guys are getting it in a post deal. im calling it ‘in which tim wright is a nerd’. because tim wright is a nerd. 

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Fanart doodle for this fic cause it’s really good and am happy at seeing writing on other characters. 

Breaking News: I learned how to draw lips. Also Fluffy hair got 10x the poof and does she have another eye?? The answer may surprise you, More at unreasonable times to be up.

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Pining

Where did it all go wrong? Dan thought dramatically. First, he and Phil were friends, really good friends. Probably edging on more flirting but still. What happened to the good times? Dan sighs. Let’s think back to the fateful Friday…

Dan nervously knocked on Phil’s door. This was the first time they have ever officially “hung out” together outside of school events. Things were getting pretty serious heh heh. Dan quickly put the image of him making out with a certain boy out of his head as Phil opened the door.

“Welcome to my lovely home,” Phil said with a grin. He led Dan over to the couch and they both plopped down on it.

“So, what’s the plans for today?” Dan asked looking around the room. The curtains were shut tightly and video game posters were plastered on the walls.

Phil shrugged, “I was just thinking we could watch some tv. You like Parks and Rec right?”

“Yeah that sounds great. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this show. I have watched it all the way through twice. The first time I watched it alone but didn’t tell my parents cause I don’t think I was allowed to watch it. Then a year later we watched it together and I just never told them I saw it all before.” Dan replied, giggling.

Phil laughed, “That’s so ridiculous! How would you not be allowed to watch Parks and Rec? It’s a classic!!”

Dan sighed and shook his head, “Oh the pain of having really strict parents about what I can watch. How do I even survive?”

Phil nodded, “Like seriously, if I couldn’t watch half the shows I watch, I wouldn’t last a single day.” Then Phil loaded up Netflix and clicked on a random episode.

“Oo, this one is really good cause it has Ben Wyatt in it. Man he is so hot!” Dan commented, looking at Phil’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Phil sighed in content, “Ah yes. The beauty of Ben Wyatt gives me life.”

They both sat and watched, occasionally making comments about the show.

In a lull in the show and conversation, Dan looked over to Phil, a soft smile on his lips. Phil turned toward him with a grin, leaned over and poked Dan’s nose with his finger saying, “Poke.”

Dan started giggling and feigning annoyance said, “Hey, this is a poking free zone, Philly!”

“Oh, and how would you stop me, Danny?” Phil replied with a smirk.

Dan scoffed, “Well obviously I’m going to fight you?”

Phil leaned in really close to Dan’s face until their noses were nearly touching. “Bet you won’t,” he whispered. Dan swallowed nervously and neither of the moved.

Dan forced some courage and replied softly, “I will.” Then he very lightly hit Phil’s cheek, his fist uncurling as he ran his fingers over Phil’s skin.

“Oh I am so sorry for punching you so hard,” Dan said with mock remorse.

Phil chuckled as he turned away, “How rude.”

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Then of course, of freaking course, something went wrong. Maybe it was because the Friday didn’t go well and Phil realized he didn’t actually like Dan so much. Or maybe, to try not to seem clingy and desperate, Dan didn’t text him for like a whole day. But somehow he messed it up. And the worst was he didn’t even know why.

First thing was that they barely even text each other anymore. It used to be a constant barrage of memes and bants but now it was just no notifications most of the time. Then in one of the classes that they would sit together and listen to music, he moved to a different seat. That really stung. Like seriously what did he do?

So what was Dan’s course of action? Be salty. Fight back snub with salt. What else was he supposed to do? Talk to him why they weren’t really friends anymore? No. He just had to live with this as this was just how things were now.

It was pretty much the week of pain. Dan forgot how close they were and how much Phil made him happy. He was so angry at Phil for ruining it, or maybe he ruined it himself. Dan just tried to ignore Phil whenever he got the opportunity.

Phil would ask, “Hey, could you help me study for the vocab test?” Dan would just not answer and side glance him and reply, “I can’t I’m busy.” Phil would seem frustrated and that made Dan happy.

Suddenly this crush on Phil that Dan had almost turned into utter contempt. Dan would hope that Phil wouldn’t come to school or that he wouldn’t talk to him. It was displaced feelings and it still really hurt Dan. Another week of borderline hating Phil went by.

Then, of course, Dan had a dream. A dumb, stupid dream that he did not (cough) want to have at all. He dreamt that he was kissing Phil repeatedly just out in public. And it was the most amazing dream ever. Which completely left Dan flustered.

Dan arrived at school 20 minutes late and to find, ugh, Phil in his seat. Now he even had to sit by him, horrible. They didn’t talk in that class as Dan was stewing quietly, and not in the next class. Then geometry. It was just free day as the teacher was done for the week, so they did busywork. Phil promptly picked up his desk and moved it right next to Dan’s.

"What do you think you-” Dan was cut off by Phil stretching his legs onto Dan’s.

Phil laughed, “What a pretty footrest.” Dan fumed silently but said nothing.

“So what did you get for the first problem?” Dan asked, deliberately not looking at Phil. Instead of answering, Phil poked Dan with his pen, again saying, “Poke.”

Dan grabbed the pen out of his hand and poked him back. Phil grinned and pulled another pen out of who knows where and poked him again. They eyed each for a couple of seconds, Dan’s eyes confused while Phil’s were pure innocence.

Phil broke the intense staring contest by poking his pen on Dan’s nose.

“If that was open I swear, Phil Lester.” Dan shot.

“Oh, quit being such a baby. I wouldn’t write on your face. I couldn’t tarnish that.” Phil replied, rolling his eyes. Then bam, just like that they were friends again like they were before. Dan has a habit of fixing Phil’s hair.

“Why you are such a mess,” Dan tsked. Phil smiled, “You haven’t fixed my hair in a while.” Dan giggled, “Oh, so that’s why it always looks like trash.” Phil hit him playfully, “No it does not. So mean.”

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Over the weekend they didn’t say anything to each other, Dan worried that they were just never going to be friends again. How dare Phil lull him back with false promises and leave Dan sad and lonely. It was the epitome of rude!! Dan set off with conviction to not let Phil ruin his day anymore.

Dan was sitting alone in an empty, usually unused classroom waiting for school to be over. He has a class that the teacher doesn’t care if you show up so he can morally skip. Nobody ever comes in here so it’s where Dan comes to be alone, and unbothered by a certain someone. The room is quite small, only two rows of desks fill the room. Suddenly, the door clicks open and Phil steps inside. Dan huffs out a breath.

“What do you want?” Dan asked gruffly. Phil walked closer, and without saying a word sat on Dan’s lap. Dan was startled into silence and Phil grabs onto the back of the chair.

“Now you are going to tell me what is bothering the moody boy,” Phil said slowly. Dan grumbled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lies. And I’m not moving until you start talking,” Phil smirked.

Dan flashed with red hot anger, “You know. Sometimes I really just want to punch you in the face. But other times I want to..” Dan cut himself off as Phil looked at him quizzicality.

“What? What do you want to do to me, Dan?” Phil quietly said. Dan shook his head, frustrated, “I just want to kiss you, ok? Happy now?”

Phil was taken aback, clearly not expecting that answer, “Wait. You like me? Now this is interesting.”

Before Dan could come back with a really lame retort, Phil pressed his lips to Dan’s. Dan gasped into the kiss. Phil slowly moved his lips against Dan’s and pulled away.

“Oh, no no no,” Dan exclaimed as he grabbed Phil’s head and sealed their lips together. Dan was aggressive and fast, licking Phil’s lips until he opened them. The kiss was nearly crushing as Dan threaded his fingers into Phil’s hair. They kissed for a while until Phil whimpered against Dan’s mouth. Phil turned away from the kiss and tried to push away from Dan but Dan had him in a tight grip.

“Where are you going?” Dad asked, kissing Phil’s jawbone. Phil squirmed uncomfortably, “I just need to get down, I uh, let me off.” Dan looked down to Phil’s jeans, the obvious reaction to the making out.

Dan grinned mischievously, “Ah, I see. Got a little excited there huh?” He didn’t release his grip but instead peppered kisses lightly down Phil’s neck to his collarbone. Phil shuddered slightly and bent his neck to give Dan more access.

Dan leaned to Phil’s ear and whispered, “And what are you planning to do to get it down. You know, we are in school.” Phil shifted on Dan’s lap, still trying to get away half-heartedly.

“Maybe if you stopped touching me,” Phil replied shakily. Dan looked at him with a glint in his eye as he took one hand from behind Phil and placed it on his thigh. Phil slapped his hand away, “Don’t you dare. We can’t do this right now.”

“Oh, so later we can,” Dan said with a low voice. Phil blushed deeply, “I mean, I don’t know, I’m just- Dan stop making me so flustered. Seriously let me down.”

Dan pressed his face into Phil’s neck, “Alright, alright. No more teasing.” He released his grip and they stared at each other for a while then the bell rang.

“Want to go to my house? It’s really close to the school and I know the back ways. My mom won’t be home for an hour,” Phil asked hastily.

“Yup,” Dan said as he grabbed his backpack and started racing out the door. “Lemme text my mom to tell her I’m gonna be with you.” Phil stumbled as he gathered his things. “Phil, hurry up,” Dan said as he grabbed Phil’s hand, pulling him outside.

“We are going to make out so hard,” Dan smiled as he skipped happily down the dirt road a couple blocks from Phil’s house.

“And hopefully a little more,” Phil smirked. Dan hit him playfully, “Oh, so naughty. How scandalous! We gotta get there faster.”

** The End

(You all know what happens next this is a fanfic after all.)

complications

fandom: girl meets world
pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 3,098 
prompt: “i got the first kiss and she’ll get the last.” - written for rucas fanfiction week!  
notes: so i took a different approach with this (mainly bc i didn’t think i could write riley and lucas with people other than each other) so this turned out super super angsty. apologies in advance. pls don’t hate me. also i’m not a doctor so nothing in here is probably medically accurate. 
warning: character death. 

The day that Lucas and Riley found out that they were going to have a baby, unsurprisingly, one of the best days of both of their lives. The young couple had been married for almost a year at this point, Riley had a job as a first grade teacher and Lucas had just finished vet school and was working towards finally achieving his dream. It seemed as though everything in their lives was falling into place.

Lucas still remembered the day like it was yesterday, Riley had shaken him awake before the sun was barely peeking out above the horizon, practically yelling at him about being “late.” At first Lucas had thought she was telling him she was late for school, but soon she got the implication that she was trying to give him and jumped out of bed and swooped her into his arms. She took a test twenty minutes, and one very quick pharmacy trip, later and confirmed what they both had already believed to be true.

They were going to be parents.

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boyfriend!woozi

- y’all were friends at first & initially he was rlly annoyed by you bc of how lively and cheerful you were ???
- he was like ….this is tiring
- but eventually he began to really enjoy and appreciate your company
- your personalities differed a little but it was a good balance between ur cheerfulness + his apathy :^)
- tried to indirectly ask u on a date by inviting you to go see the newest marvel movie
- and you were like !!! fRICK YES, i love marvel !!!
- and he was like …. (whispers) i know
- it becomes a mini tradition for you two to go see movies together, whether it was like (?) frozen or paranormal activity
- if you wanted to see it, he was down
- all of seventeen kept bugging him to straight out ask you to date him but he refused to
- and well… let’s just say they took matters into their own hands
- seungkwan: yo y/n, be honest who’s ur favourite in svt
- you: hm er i think i’ll say w—
- seungkwan: wONWOO?? om g did everyone hear that? /nudges woozi/ y/n’s fav is wonwoo.
- seungkwan: jeon
- seungkwan: won
- seungkwan: woo
- seungkwan: the sixth oldest member
- seungkwan: the member with the deepest voice
- seungkwan: the—
- woozi: SHUT UP SEUNGKWAN
- needless to say, he eventually had no choice but to directly ask u to be his s/o in order to prevent further embarrassing interferences by the rest of svt
- to which you shyly but willingly accepted
- ANYWAY, now that ur like,,, dAtiNg or wHateVEr, he’s super shy around you but kind of plays it off as not really caring?
- bUT HE DOES, HE SO SO DOES
- he just doesn’t exactly know how to show it yet o k
- since he’s still pretty new to dating and has just about as much experience as a third grader,,,, pretty much treats u as if yall are still in elementary school lmfao
- in other words, shows his love for u through insults (-:
- “ur annoying”
- “i hate you”
- “shut up”
- “hey what where are you going”
- “nooo come back here … cuddle with me”
- as you can tell, he isn’t the best at expressing his love in words
- but to make up for it….. is very touchy-feely
- so much affection, loves affection, ALL tHE AFFECTION
- always wants to cuddle and hold u close to his chest and run his hands through ur hair
- back hugs + him resting his head in the crook of ur neck and kissing ur temples
- holds ur hand or puts his arm around ur waist when ur in public
- plays with ur fingers or pokes ur sides when he gets bored
- just prepare urself for a whole lot of physical contact when ur with him, no matter how subtle
- however despite his intense addiction to skinship, iS A REALLY SHY KISSER
- really paranoid that ur gonna suddenly pull away bc u think he’s a bad kisser or something, so his kisses are always soft and slow and gentle bc he doesn’t want to scare u away with his lack of experience
- when he tilts his head slightly to the side and starts to lick his lips frequently and keeps staring down at yours,,,, that’s when u know he’s about to kiss u
- holds ur face with two hands as if ur the most precious thing in the world (which to him, you probably are though he’d never admit it)
- always makes sure ur ok with what he’s doing
- like he’d keep breaking the kiss to ask, “are u ok? is this ok?” and ur like omf G shush keep going
- but its super cute to see this side of him hehe bc usually he’s just a ball of negative emotions
- ESPECIALLY JEALOUSY OMF
- good looking boy holds door open for you?? /death glares/ waiter smiles at you?? /throws shade/
- aka passive aggressive woozi comes out
- gets hella jealous when you spend lots of time with the other members, even tho he knows ur all just friends
- when joshua tries to teach you how to play adore u acoustic ver. on guitar, when quiet lil minghao opens up to you bc you ask him to teach u short chinese phrases, when you cant stop dying of laughter bc of some joke hoshi and dk told u ….
- all of it makes him fume inside but he gotta conceal, dont feel, dont let them know
- he wont exactly say anything to u about it, he’ll just be like
- him: oh, would you look at the time!! we should probably get you home, y/n
- you: it’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon, woozi.
- him: yep ok bye everyone!!
- hes oddly and unexpectedly passive aggressive tbh
- woozi isn’t really like anyone you’ve ever met before but day by day, you learn more about him and learn to love those things about him. you learn that he’s actually a big softie and is selfless by nature and deep down just wants the best for you and his friends and that most of all, he loves you with all his heart.

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"also i'm really bad at writing" i know everyone is their own worst critic, but don't say that ! you are a very talented writer ! you capture emotions, actions, and personalities very well ! it's okay that you don't want to write right now, and take as much time as you need / as much breaks from writing anything as you need ! but you aren't a terrible writer. i, as well as many others, love your writing and love the way you capture many things in the way you write. just wanted you to know that !

ahhh thanks

i do appreciate it a lot ♥♥♥

i just cant like…get myself to write anymore because the block is so bad that nothing i write comes out any good? ??and i feel as if im just losing my talent or something idk

i havent actually written anything “decent” in almost two months

thank you though ; ; 

Forgiveness -Yixing

Well well, finally posting some writings on this blog, I’m sorry if you were annoyed that I rarely post my writings but I have been in a really busy academic program lately, and due to some other personal issues I didn’t have time to finish this.

I’m bad at the intro part really. 

ALSO this writing is dedicated to @tramngo99 because she is literally the best writer I have ever read and her writings really inspire me to write smut ehe. I also read in her blog a while ago that she likes Yixing( I’m not so sure about it I’m sorry if I remember it wrong  (ᴗ﹏ᴗ)  ) so this could be a fanfiction for her and Yixing (that sounded a little bit creepy but still…) 

I hope you like it even though this is probably a really weird smut that’ll make you laugh due to it’s awkwardness!

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Yixing just wants to make sure that his baby doesn’t do things a bad girl would do.

Word Count: 1926

Warning: Daddy Kink, Spanking, Basically smut with Yixing’s attempts to talk dirty

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Good Job Pretty Boy

Request: can you write a smut where the reader is spooning with reid and he gets an awkward boner and he pulls the reader’s hips closer and it turns rough really quick? And if you dont feel uncomfortable can you also write that the reader accidentally calls reid daddy but he likes it?

 A/N: I took out the daddy bit. Also, this is probably like really really bad. I’m not used to writing rough smut. I’m sorry if it sucks. Feedback appreciated. Be gentle!

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