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Long ago (Angst)

Pairing: Jimin and Reader

Word Count: 1,046

Description: You come home hoping to make up with your boyfriend Jimin, but it takes a turn for the worst.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You and Jimin had hit a major rough spot in your relationship, you guys were slowly drifting apart. 

It was so bad that you guys hadn’t talked to each other in a week and you were honestly kind of tired of it and were planning to put a an end to it tonight. 

You missed him.

You stopped by his favorite Chinese restaurant and picked up some take out.

You had a positive mindset while driving home.

The thought of you guys talking and being happy with each other again made you smile so big that your cheeks hurt.

Once you were in front of your house you checked your appearance in the review mirror and straightened down your hair and swiped some lip gloss over your lips before grabbing the food and getting out of your car.

Looking down at your shirt, you decided to unbutton one button to make him a little vulnerable.

Satisfied you walked up the stairs and unlocked your door.

Everything was quiet. You were surprised he wasn’t on the couch like usual.

“Jimin” You called out.

No response.

You figured he was in the restroom and decided to set up the table.

You set up plates and placed the food in the middle. 

You walked upstairs to your room to check if Jimin was there.

As you got closer to the door you heard Jimin laughing. It was the first time in a while you heard him laugh. You also heard some mumbles you couldn’t make out.

Curiosity got the best of you and you pressed your ear up against the door. 

“Really?, wow” he said

You could practically hear his smile and that made you happy.

You figured he was talking to one of the boys and were about to walk in until you heard what he said next.

“I’m so glad your day went well baby” he said with a chuckle.

“Baby?” You whispered to yourself in confusion.

“Hey, listen it’s 8 so Y/N is going to be here any minute, I’ll talk to you later. Love you babygirl” He finished off with.

The hang up noise echoed in the room.

Standing there you just looked down, then emotions hit you. 

You burst through the door as Jimin looked up at you jumping slightly with wide eyes.

“Oh it’s just you” he said calming down.

“Yeah, just me and not your Babygirl” you said beyond pissed, and putting air quotes up at the word Babygirl.

“What” he asked confused.

Then he realized that you were listening to his conversation.

“Oh, you heard that?” He said bluntly, scrolling through his phone.

“Yeah I heard that and I want to know what’s happening Jimin!” You yelled.

Jimin got up looking you in the eyes. “I met someone” he shrugged.

“You met someone? That’s all you have to say?” you yelled.

“Well what do you want me to say Y/N?” he said getting annoyed.

“I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOUR OUT MEETING GIRLS WHEN YOU’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP!?” You yelled your eyes getting watery over frustration.

“Y/N we both know this relationship was over when we stopped putting effort into this” he said.motioning between you and him.

“Stopped putting effort? Is that why I came home hoping to smooth things out with you? Huh? Is that why I set up the table with your favorite food?” You said scolding him.

“You set up the table?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I did. It doesn’t matter though because i’m leaving. We’re done” You said trying to control your breathing.

“Sweetie, I considered us over a long time ago” he said laughing quietly.

You ignored him and  grabbed a random bag and started filling it up with clothes. It was hard to see through teary eyes, but you didn’t wipe them wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“I’ll be back to collect the rest of my things tomorrow evening” You said storming past him.

“Don’t worry they’ll be in the front lawn by then” he answered coldly.

You looked back and scoffed before walking outside shutting the door.

 You fell at the doorstep while you cried into your hands.

This was supposed to be the day everything went well and it ended up being a total nightmare.

After a couple minutes had passed you heard Jimin on the phone inside.

“Hello? Baby? Yeah everything is fine. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner. Chinese is on the menu” He said giggling into the phone.

“Okay see you in ten” He said before blowing a kiss into the phone and hanging up.

Your heart was hurting after what you just heard. You couldn’t believe him. This wasn’t affecting him one bit. A month ago you two were the happiest couple in existence and now it was all in Hell.

“Y/N?” Jimin said opening the front door.

You were sitting on the ground with your eyes red and head against the wall.

You looked up at him and quickly wiped your tears.

“God, you’re sniffling is so loud. Anyway I need you to get off my doorway, my friend is coming over. Also I figured you had no money so here’s some money for a hotel” He said throwing some bills in your face.

“Oh and button up your shirt, you just look desperate” he said giving you a look of disgust before shutting the door.

You got up leaving the money and walking to your car. 

You got in and hit your head against the wheel several times.

This whole situation was embarrassing and you wanted nothing, but to just disappear into thin air.

What happened to him? What made his heart stone and blood so cold?

The Jimin you just encountered was nothing like the giggly, sweet, and comforting Jimin you knew.

Where did it all go wrong?

You turned on your engine driving to an unknown place.

You didn’t know where to go.

You had nobody to go to.

You laughed silently and questioned what you were doing.

You pulled into an abandoned stores parking lot and just sat there. Staring at nothing.

Thinking .

You soon fell asleep listening to the sound of your sniffles hoping to never wake up.

He gets high/Drunk and you’re mad


“(Y/n) c’mon, you know I didn’t mean it” he says trying to soften my mood a little. He sounded tired and hungover, he still smelled like a bar and I could spot big bags under his eyes the moment he came into the kitchen.

“Are you sure?” I say rolling my eyes while cracking one egg in the hot pan. “You seemed like you were too sure about it”

“I was drunk!” He tried to justify

“Drunk people always spit the truth” I argue back trying to move to the other side of the kitchen but he is blocking my way “move” I groan, walking past him and bumping my shoulder to his, on purpose.

I didn’t want to be mad at him, but I couldn’t help it. I was pissed.

Last night we decided to go to a party with a couple of friends and we ended up going to someone’s house to spend the rest of the night there. As expected, Luke got drunk, very drunk, which meant I had to stay sober for the night, someone had to take care of him anyways. I was there the whole time and the moment I stopped being with him to pick up a drink, I heard him, loud and clear. And oh gods, I was beyond mad.

‘Dude, tell me about it, I’ve got a clingy ass girlfriend’ I heard, and it was clearly his voice. I stop in track and wait for him to finish ‘she’s nice and everything, but oh my gosh, I need a break’

I didn’t really confront him about that the moment those words came out of his mouth, people were watching, I didn’t want to cause drama. But I kept it very cold with him and let him take care of his own hangover, I was done looking over him after he called me that, I worry about him all the time and that’s what I get for it?. He caught it quickly, the morning after (which was right now) he noticed how quiet I was being when he first whined about the pain in his head and I didn’t say a thing about it or cared at all. I wanted to care, but I was too mad. It took him a couple of minutes to realize why I was mad, and since then, he has been whining and trying to make it better. I’m afraid it’s not that simple.

“But you know I don’t mean it” he says once again “You’re amazing just the way you are”

I frown “Are you quoting Bruno Mars?”

“No!- I mean- Yeah, it works right?” He says nervously.

“It’s never gonna work, Robert!” I roll my eyes and walking to the big pantry.

“Babe” he sighs at my stubbornness “believe me, I don’t mean it”

“Then what did you say it?” I snapped trying to reach for the pepper that was placed on one of the highest shelves.

“I. Was. Drunk” he says reaching it for me, standing way too close for my liking and not giving me the pepper right away. “Trevor was complaining about his girlfriend, it just came out of my mouth, I was trying to be cool”

“Then why do you do that? You’re supposed to like people for who you are, not for who you pretend to be” I argue taking the pepper from his hand and going back to cooking breakfast.

“I know” he groans.

While I go back to making my breakfast, he walks around the kitchen island, sitting there and keeping his mouth shut while I finished with this. By the time I was done he was still sitting there, looking down and looking like a grounded child who’s about to be yelled at.

I feel a bit bad right now, he’s not a bad guy, he never was, but his words last night really stayed with me, it made me look like the effort I put on this relationship was useless because at the end of the day, he didn’t like it. Or at least that’s what he said last night.

I turn off the fire of the oven and leave the pan there, I walk up to the other side of the kitchen island, standing right in front of Luke, who now stared at me intensively. I lean in the counter and extend my pinky towards him. He knows what I want, so he mimics me and we lace our pinkies together.

“Do you think I’m clingy?” I ask him.

He shakes his head “no” he simply answers.

I frown and with my free hand, I knock his forehead. Not very hard, but hard enough for making it slightly hurt, but he had a hangover right now, everything hurts for him right now.

“Ouch” he whines

“Tell the truth” I say “And don’t you dare to tell me you aren’t because I’m gonna do it again” I warn him and he nods.

“Okay” he sighs “you are a bit clingy” he confesses “but I don’t mind about it, I like it, I like when you’re all over me because I Can have you close and I know that you are there for me”

“Then why did you say those things?” I ask again.

“I wanted Trevor to like me” he confesses once again “but I don’t care now, fuck him”

He’s telling the truth now. Wow. I stay silent.

“Do you believe me now?” He asks me.

I sigh and finally I nod “I do” I mumble “and I’m sorry for acting like a bitch, I guess I was just upset”

“I understand” he leans shortly kissing our lace pinkies before letting go of my hold.

“I know I fucked up with all this” he says “and I know I’m not perfect but at the end of the day, who is?”

“Hm” I hummed nodding my head and leaning my head to the side “Are you quoting Bruno Mars again?” I ask him.

He smiles “did it work now?”

I lean my head forward and peck on his lips, we take out time and build a soft kiss. I missed those, even though it hasn’t been long since our last kiss, i needed this.

“It kinda worked” I smile to him and his eyes lit up.

“It always works, babe” he kisses me again “it always works”


“I just- I just can’t believe it” I say pacing around our room and thinking about what I just saw a couple of hours ago.

This big news has been going around my head for about a week, and I couldn’t think in a good way of telling him, so I went for the good old way of just letting it out in a moment when he wasn’t busy and I wasn’t nervous, one of them failed, but I guess it was okay. I’m pregnant. The news was announced and he was (as expected) very surprised and touched by them, but he looked happy. We had a little moment back then, where he kissed me and hugged me, he looked very pleased with all these news.

Until this afternoon, when after telling him, just a couple of hours after that I found him on our living room, smoking weed and laughing it all off, like it was a funny situation.

“I needed to relax” he tries to defend himself “What’s so wrong about it anyways? You’ve seen me smoking weed before, what’s the big deal?”

“We’re having a baby” I tell him making myself clear “you think smoking weed is being a responsible adult? It’s not” I groan “I just expected a better reaction from you.

He seems upset now “Do you think I can just feel okay after what you told me?” He argues “I’m stressed, (Y/n), I’m going to be a father and I’m not even fully an adult yet, I’m not ready for a kid”

“What are you trying to say?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“I am not ready” he repeats, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead in frustration “Geez, my head hurts”

“Oh, I’m sure marijuana is a great remedy for that” I say Rolling my eyes and turning around to leave the room.

“(Y/n)” he stops me, taking my hand and holding me steady, making me turn around. “Let’s not argue, okay? Can we peacefully talk about this?”

I sigh and try to not just walk out of this. Sooner or later we had to talk about this, I preferred sooner.

“I just want to make this clear” I say “I don’t mind you smoking, at all, you’re in your 20’s, you can do whatever you want” I make clear “but we are having a baby, I don’t find particularly appropriate that you smoke weed in the house”

“I’m sorry” he says taking my other hand and pulling me closer to him “But deal with me, I’m nervous”

“So am I! But I’m not doing drugs like that’s gonna fix anything” I say “What I mean is that it’s not healthy to do that, and now that I’m pregnant is not healthy for me to even be here if you’re gonna be doing those things around the house”

He thinks about it, his face Is straight and he’s looking down at my hands while running his thumb over them. He knows I’m right, and he knows that from now over we have to change a lot of things around our environment. For the baby.

“You’re right” he nods and leans to kiss the back of my hands “I’ll throw the rest of my stash out if that makes you feel better” he says and I can see, it’s a promise.

“Thank you” I say, being a little more relaxed now. he doesn’t let go. 

“Now, quit it” he says caressing my hands.

“Quit what?” I ask, not really understanding.

“Being mad at me, I don’t like it” He pouts, kissing the back of my hand again “C’mon, I love you, don’t be mad at me”  he says and kisses me once more “I love you” he repeats “Both of you”

I roll my eyes and let him guide me into his lap. he holds me close and kisses my forehead repetitively until I give up and let out a chuckle, lacing my hands behind his neck and kissing his lips. 

“And we love you” I mumble kissing him again “But don’t do that again” 

he chuckles to then say “Oh, I wouldn’t dare”


Taking care of drunk people had to be one of my least favorite things to do in life, for sure. I knew he was having a lot of fun at that party, that’s for sure, he liked to be with his friends, have a couple of drinks and have fun, It was his thing. Unlike me, I was the kind of person that liked a more quiet enviroment, so staying at home for the night was quiet of my decision, I felt great with it. 

Everthing was going well until one of his friends called, Michael was wasted and needed a ride, my nightmare. I drove there as soon as possible and somehow managed to get inside the bar with my pijamas on, to find him standing on a table with his shirt off and ready to draw a dick on his chest for some stupid bet, it was getting out of control and If that was just the first bet I couldn’t imagine what the next ones would be. I didn’t want to let my boyfriend embarrass himself in public, we already had enough of being in the public eye. 

While getting him in the car was a total mission, driving him home and trying to get him still was another one, he was more hyper than a little kid when he was drunk, and it was not funny at all. 

I park at our house at exactly 3 am, there’s no sound in the neighborhood, everyone was either asleep or out, so it was a good signal, it meant no one could see us.

“Home sweet home! wooh!” Michael yells when opening the car door. 

“Lower your voice!” I whisper slapping his arm and getting out of the car quickly, moving to the other side and helping Michael to get out. “C’mon, Lean on me” I tell him as I get him out, he was too drunk to stand on his feet properly, he could easily fall off just by giving two steps or so. he was wasted as fuck. 

“Have I told you how hot you look in that?” he says leaning against me and whispering in my ear “it hugs you in all the right places, I bet your boyfriend is a keeper” 

In a normal situation, I would laugh, but by now I was stressed and just wanted to go to bed as soon as possible and not think about this. Right now I remember his promise, the one he did right before leaving the house, just a couple of drinks, of course, he was going to fail at this promise. 

“For his sake, he better be” I say trying my best to walk properly while having all of his weight on me “Even though right now I want to fucking kill him” I mumble. 

He gasps and yells in my ear “RUDE!” 

“Michael” I say shutting him down and trying to not cringe at his loud voice “Our neighbors” 

“What about them?” he says rolling his eyes while I walk him to the door “They hate us already, THEY HAVE A STICK UP THEIR ASS!” he finished yelling again and I hit him one more time. 

“Shut up!” I groan, finally getting to the door and opening it quickly. pushing him inside.  

The dogs go crazy when they see us stepping inside the house, they start jumping around us making Michael yell in joy and making me even more irritated. He leans forward, scratching one of the dogs fur but almost falling on his face before I catch him and keep him from falling.  

I lead him to our bedroom which is (thankfully) is only a couple of steps away on the second floor of the house and it was kind of easy to get him up, since he was too concentrated talking about some kind of thing that happened to him at the party but I was too pissed to even pay attention to the story. 

He sits on the bed and blinks, looking around almost like he was looking for something before saying. 

“Why is everything spinning?” he says groggily. 

I snap and move quickly. There was a trash can a couple of steps away from me, so I take it and put it in front of him, right in time, he leans and vomits on it, now I could see how much alcohol he had actually consumed and it was not any pretty. 

I pat his back as he vomited all out, I couldn’t look, the scene was too disgusting and just the thought of having to clean it up made me want to run away. I had to deal with it anyways.

“I’m sorry” he says coughing a little, spitting in the can and taking a big breath. He was overwhelmed. “I’m so so sorry” he repeats “You hate me” 

I sigh and caress his back “I don’t hate you” I mumble pulling the trash aside now that he was done. “I’m just tired and you need to sleep” I say looking for the water bottle I usually left on my nightstand and gave it to him. “You can shower tomorrow” 

“No, you hate me and I’m sorry” he said, making no sense, he grabs me by my hips and hugs me close to him. He is sobbing now. god damn, he was so drunk that he was being emotional. This was awkward.

“Babe” I say caressing his hair and trying to get him to look at me “It’s fine, I promise” I say trying to calm him down, but he kept crying. 

“I’m sorry” he sobs tugging on my shirt “I love you and I don’t want you to hate me” 

I tried not to sigh and somehow I get Michael to let go of his hold and look up at me, his eyes were already red and had bags under his eyes. This won’t look any pretty in the morning. 

With a bit of work and a lot of sweet nothings leaving my mouth, I get to slide Michael’s shirt off and somehow his pants. He leads himself to his side of the bed and buries his face in the pillow. I wonder If he was about to pass out.  

“I’m sorry I made you mad” he apologizes again. “I will never ever drink again”  

I chuckle, sitting on the bed beside him “We both know that’s not true” I say smiling to him a little “Sleep, you’re too drunk to stay awake” 

He pouts getting comfortable on the bed. “You’ll be here in the morning?” he asks with a very sleepy voice. 

I smile at him “Of course I will” I say leaning and kissing his cheek “Goodnight” 

He started mumbling something but before he could even complete the words, he fell asleep. In no time he was snoring like he had been sleeping for hours, which made me feel some kind of relief. Finally he’s sleeping, Now I have to clean up all the mess.


“Tell me”

“Leave me alone”


“I said leave me alone”

“(Y/n)!” He stresses out, pulling on his hair and letting his body fall on the bed “if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix what I did” he says patiently

“Ashton, nevermind” I groan covering my body with the blanket completely “let me sleep”

“It’s 3 pm, you’re not sleepy” he said squeezing my sides making me yell and squeal, but I don’t get out from inside the covers. I couldn’t even look at him.

“Yes I am! Gosh you’re so annoying” I groan rolling my eyes, I glad he couldn’t see me.

“No” he demands “We’re adults and we are going to talk about it” he says pulling the covers and throwing them to the other side of the room. 

I pout and look up at him, he takes my hand and helps me sit on the bed while he does the same, completely facing me and waiting for me to talk. He was very serious, this is the most serious I have seen him in months and I understand  why, I’ve been mad at him for two days already and he has tried to make me tell him why I was mad, but I wasn’t thinking of telling him because I knew he was going to be mad if he knew the reason and I did not want a conflict for something like this, all I wanted is to get over this by myself and sleep it off. But apparently, that was too much to ask for.   

“So?” he says raising his eyebrows.

I mimic him “So?” 

He rolls his eyes “Babe, you’ve barely talked to me in two days, What’s going on?” he asks. I look away “Did I said something wrong? Did I offend you?” he asks. 

I shook my head still not looking at him. 

“Did I do anything wrong?” He asks again and I shook my head “Well, I had to have done something wrong If you’re being like this” he says sightly stressed. 

“I told you, It’s nothing-” 

“No it’s not” he interrupts me “Please, Babe, I feel terrible, I’m trying to apologize here” 

I sigh and look back at him, he looked like he was really struggling with getting to know what he has done, but not finding the real reason for why I am acting like this. I felt bad too, he was an amazing boyfriend, but since that happened I’ve felt awkward and oddly mad at him, I couldn’t seem to stop it, and I didn’t want to make him feel too bad either. 

I sigh and decide to tell him, it was no use to hide anything, I would have to face this sooner or later anyway. “You didn’t do anything wrong” I say looking down and tugging the end of my pajamas with my hands. “But the other day I was looking for something in the Kitchen and I saw you with Mitchell on the patio, well… Smoking” I say, pronouncing the last word almost like it was something prohibited. “and then I dug in a little and found your stash” I confess. 

His eyes are wide open and His mouth completely open, he obviously couldn’t believe what I saying “You messed around my stuff?” he asked with the tone that told me he was really upset.

“I’m sorry” I apologize. “But how could you not told me you smoke weed, Ashton, since when?”

“Hey” he says stopping me from saying something else “This is not illegal and I am 23 years old, I think I have enough judgment to do this” he says justifying all of this.

“Ashton, I know, but was it really necessary to hide it from me?” I ask him softly, trying to make this less than an argument.

“I did it because I knew you were going to be upset about it” he argues

“I’m not upset”

“Yeah right” he says rubbing his eyes in stress.

“I’m really not” I sigh trying to reach for his hand but he moves it away “I just don’t understand, you could have just told me, we’ve been over this, we’re supposed to tell everything to each other, No secrets”

“Yeah, well, how do I know you’re not hiding something from me?” he snaps with a sarcastic laugh.

I frown “How can you even say that?”

He looks straight at me and shook his head, sitting straight on the bed and looking straight at me again. “Okay, I’m sorry, I know you don’t do this kind of stuff but I hid it because I don’t usually smoke, Okay? and I knew that if you found out (which you did) you would start jumping to conclusions” he explains “and here we are”

I nod, understanding his point but still not completely pleased with his apology.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he says calming down a little and taking my hands on his and caressing them “I love you”

I sigh and look up at him “I love you too” I say smiling just a little to show him, I am not totally mad anymore “It’s okay, Can we watch a movie now and forget about this?” I ask him.

he nods and moves further in the bed, giving me a kiss on the cheek to then lay down on his side of the bed “But, just to clarify” he says picking up the remote from the end of the bed “No more secrets” he says looking straight at me “Promise?”

I smile “Promise”

He smiles backs to then kiss my lips shortly, It felt good to finally kiss him after a fair couple of hours.

“That’s my girl”

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! May I request what the first couple fight/argument with jk and jimin would be about?

Thank you~ <3


Your first fight with Jungkook would be brought upon by stress and the fact that you missed each other too much. 

Jungkook had one of those rare free days and decided to spend it with you because it feels like it’s been forever since the two of you spent some time together with his busy schedules and all. 

Sadly, that day you also had a test to study for and projects to finish so you were practically on house arrest for the rest of the day. 

Jungkook insisted on coming over even though you told him that you wouldn’t be able to pay much attention to him since you’ll be studying. He didn’t take that warning seriously thought and thought you were just exaggerating. 

It’s not like she would be studying the whole day, right?, He had thought. Of course, he was wrong and later that day, Junglook was getting pissed at how you wouldn’t even take a break to have lunch with him; keeping yourself locked up in your room for the entire day.

Jungkook knocks on your door that afternoon, annoyed, and almost demanded that you come out. You, of course got angry at how rude he was being.

“I told you I was busy today! I have a huge test to study for Jungkook!”

“I know that! But wouldn’t it hurt to take a break and spend some time with me? I rarely get a day off, Y/N!”

“You don’t think I know that?!”

“We wouldn’t be having this argument if you did! Why can’t you just take a break for a minute? You’ve been there for hours–”

“Because I can’t just pause everything I’m doing right now just because you asked for it!” You shout at him and Jungkook snaps; clearly seeing he wasn’t wanted here.

“Fine. You don’t want me here? Okay, I’m leaving.” 

“Fine.” You reply as the two of you turn from each other, fuming. “That’s what you’re good at anyway. I’m used to it. Bye.”

At your words, Jungkook pauses but the moment he turned, you had already shut the door at his face. 

Your last words echoes in his ears and he wasn’t sure why his heart suddenly felt heavy because of it.

That’s what you’re good at anyway. I’m used to it. Bye.

Jungkook felt something beneath your words, sensing that it rooted from something deeper. It took him half an hour outside, just walking around your building for him to cool down and finally realize that it was wrong of him to pick a fight when you were obviously stressed out with school work. 

He should’ve been more understanding. And you were right, you had your own life to worry about. He was being selfish for his own needs that he didn’t even think about how you must’ve been feeling then. He knew you didn’t mean to ignore him today… you were just busy.

Just like I always am 90% of the time, he realizes guiltily.

Jungkook comes back to your apartment and knocks on your bedroom door to apologize. There was no answer but the door was unlocked. When he opened it, he saw you hunched over your desk, already asleep. Jungkook sighs and moves to fix your things; placing pens in between your opened books so that you’ll know where you had left off, before carrying you to the bed and tucking you in.

You stir at the movement and when you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see Jungkook hovering over you as he placed a blanket over your form.


“Go to sleep.” He says quietly. “You must be tired.”

You try to fight through your exhaustion, knowing there were things to talk about after that little fight you had. “Kookie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“Shh. It’s fine, baby. We’ll talk tomorrow okay? Sleep.”

“But you won’t be here anymore tomorrow.” You say sadly and Jungkook’s heart broke at the sadness that crossed your features. He brushed your bangs to the side and leaned over to kiss your forehead. 

“I’ll be here… I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.” 

You smile slightly, eyes droopy as your hand searched for his. Jungkook caught it and he brought it to his lips. “I’m still sorry. I missed you a lot too, Kookie.”

Jungkook smiles at that as he places your hand on his cheek. “I’ve missed you too jagi. And I’m sorry.”

You fall asleep like that: with a small smile on your face and with Jungkook’s warm hand locked on your own.  


1st fight with Jimin? Probably him being jealous…

“I don’t care if he was a classmate. That guy was getting too close!” Jimin says angrily and you were getting really frustrated by his jealousy. It was cute at first but if he was going to get jealous at every guy who comes close to you then it was starting to get problematic. 

“Jimin! For god’s sake, nothing happened! He’s just a classmate will you calm down?”

“Calm down? How can I calm down when someone’s making a move on my girlfriend?!”

“Okay that’s sweet and all but you have got to stop being so possessive.”

“Possessive?” Jimin glares at you. “I am not being possessive.”

“Of course you’re not.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m just saying that ‘classmates’,” he spat as he finger-quotes the word. “Don’t sit that close and whisper in their ears, Y/N. He looked like he was flirting with you!”

“He did try and I pushed him away! You were there! You saw me leave!”

“Damn right you should!”

“I don’t really get why we’re still fighting about this, then!” You say in exasperation and Jimin looks like he wanted to burst but ends up huffing instead.

“I’m sorry. I’m just–” He huffs again before turning from you. “Just forget it–”

“Jimin.” You catch his hand, stopping him from leaving. “Look at me.”

Jimin sighs before looking back at you and the pained expression on his face broke your heart.

“You don’t have to be jealous, okay? You know I’ll only ever want you, right?”

Jimin bites his lip and nods. You knew Jimin had been struggling with his insecurities for a while now and though he had become a better version of himself in the past few years, he still had some that ate him up and caused him to be a little bit more possessive and protective than normal. 

Although, Jimin knows you would never hurt him like that. He trusts you wholeheartedly.

It’s them he doesn’t trust.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He sighs as he squeezes your hand once. You smile and step closer. Almost naturally, Jimin catches you in his arms hugs you tight.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you too.” He replies.

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- Kaye Allen

The Boy Named Yoongi (Part 4)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1,181 words

Summary: Valentine’s day is coming up and you had no interest in that but that was only until you realized you still liked your middle school crush; the boy who harshly rejected you.


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Both yours and Nana’s eyes go wide open. You slap your hand over your mouth.

“No! I don’t like him I just…. ”

“I knew it! You do like him. I called it.” She proudly flips her hair and smirks.

“Oh shut up. Let’s go.” You roll your eyes and pull her along.

You’ve been trailing behind him for the past 20 minutes and notice that Soo Mi does most of the talking but manages to drag Yoongi into a bunch of places. He seemed to be enjoying it too. Naturally you followed him but you couldn’t help feel guilty for this. Yoongi had no feelings for you and you already knew you would only get hurt again.

“Nana… Maybe we should stop.”

“Why? Did I miss something?” She looks up from her phone and looks at you in a concerned way.

“I have to stop these feelings before they go too far.”

She looks up at the sky as she taps her chin and then suddenly gasps. “Well do you want to go to a blind date too?” She grabs your arms and jumps up and down.

“I don’t-“

“Thats perfect! My boyfriend said he had a friend who has finally opened up to getting a girlfriend. Apparently he’s really shy. He’s so perfect for you!”

“It’s okay-“

“I’ll let him know! Yay Y/N, you’re finally going to have boyfriend and we can go on double dates and you can tell me about when he makes you happy and when you argue about stupid things! ” She was jumping up and down like there was no tomorrow.

“Nana. Calm down. I don’t want to go out a blind date yet. I’m not ready.” You calm her by putting your hands on her shoulders.

“But… Why? You said it yourself, you need to stop your feelings for Yoongi, isn’t the best way by finding something else to have feelings for?” She was noticeably disappointed.

“I know. I’m just not ready yet, I’ll let you know when I am.” You sigh, “And when I am then we can go on all the double dates you want to and I’ll tell you when he makes me happy or mad. Okay?”

“Fine… So are we going to keep following Yoongi or what?”

“Nah. Let’s have some best friend time.”

Hours go by without you noticing and before you know it, it’s already dark.

“Nana, I should probably go now. I never told Yoongi I was going out so as far as he knows, I’m missing right now.”

“Y/N. You know that you’re a grown woman right? You don’t need to let him know where you are.”

“I know but what if he thinks something happened to me?”

“Don’t worry. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to worry like that.”

“I guess. But it’s already dark. Your parents will be worried about you, what happened to your curfew?”

“As long as I don’t get home too late it’s fine. But if you really want to go first you can.” She says as she looks away.

You hug her and start to jog away until you hear her yell from behind you.

“Make sure to tell me what happens with Yoongi!”

When you get to the front door you realize you don’t have the key, so you ring the door bell.

“Yoongi. Are you home?” You knock a few times until the door bursts open.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” Yoongi yells.

“I just went-“

"Do you know how worried I was? Where did you go?”

“I just went out.” You roll your eyes, “if you had let me finish talking you’d know.” You mumble under your breath.

“What?” Yoongi looked furious.

“I was with my friend. Don’t worry about it.”

“How can I not worry especially after what happened before?” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

“You left and I had nothing to do.”

“You should have at least called or texted me to let me know!”

“I don’t have your number. I’m not good enough to have your number.”

“What did you say?” He looks you straight in the eyes but you look away.

“Nothing” You push past him but he grabs your arm.

“What do you mean you’re not good enough?”

“Nothing. Stop asking.”

“No. Explain yourself. You keep saying these things but you don’t tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my own fault for ever thinking I had a chance with you. And why is it so wrong for me to go out? You were having the best time of your life with that girl.”

His grip loosens and you pull your arm away and go into his room. It was a good thing you had already eaten with Nana or else it would be awkward going back out there and facing Yoongi.

“Y/N?” There was a light knock on the door.

“What?” Annoyance was clearly in your voice.

“Can we talk?” He peeks into the room.


“I’m sorry I don’t remember what I did and said to you that would make you feel that way. Can you just tell me so I can fix it?”

“Why would I want to remind myself of the humiliation?”

“Can you just tell me?”

“If you really want to know, think harder. I’m going to take a shower.” You grab some clothes and hurry into the bathroom before Yoongi can stop you.

Thinking back to what you were talking to about with Nana before you left made you feel slightly guilty because you did make Yoongi worried about you in the end. Who cares? No one told him to worry. It was his fault you were mad at him.

The next morning was even more awkward than you expected. Yoongi had made you breakfast again. But the second you sat down, he got up and washed his plate.

Ugh. Why did you feel so bad? It’s not like you did anything bad.


He either heard you say his name and didn’t want to talk to you or he was in a rush but he hurried into his room.

He comes out a few minutes later ready to go out.

"Are you going somewhere?” You finish up the last bit of your orange juice.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says a little too harshly and leaves.

“I was just curious. Jeez, no need to be so angry.” You say to the Yoongi that was no longer there, “Wait! Is he going to see what’s her name? Um. Soo Mi? Wow. Okay. Abandon me and go to her.” You angrily wash your plate and reach for your phone to call Nana.

“Y/N! Perfect timing I was just going to call you!”

“I’ll go on the blind date.”

“What? Really? Really??”

“Yeah. Let your boyfriend’s friend know.”

“I’m going to call him right now and then I’ll let you know when to meet up. I’m so excited now! What changed your mind?”

“Let’s meet up. I’ll explain everything.” You say and then decide to meet at a little cafe.

Just A Hook Up

Request: ‘Could I get a Jughead x reader fic where they meet at pops and hook up as a one night stand type thing but they keep meeting up to have sex and reader has mad feeling for him and and overheard him tell Archie he’s using the reader for sex and she walks off crying but like it turns out he really does like her but he’s just scared of relationships? And he told Archie it was just sex to get Archie off his back about her?’ -by anon

A/N: I kind of don’t like the way this ended but I have a few more requests I have to look through and so this might be kind of rushed. I’m sorry if the person who requested this doesn't like it as much as they thought they would!

Warnings: Swearing (kind of), mentions of sex

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or sometimes text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.


It never should have gotten out of hand. You met him, hooked up, and that was supposed to be it. It wasn’t though, you kept meeting up for the next few weeks, finding each other and hooking up until it was a regular thing. Nothing was wrong with it, both of you got something out of it, and there were no strings attached.

What did become a problem was when you realized that you started having feelings for him. You didn’t notice it until you started finding yourself sad when he left, and you started missing him more. When you two would have your ‘meetings’ you stopped focusing on the pleasure and found yourself admiring him more.

The way his lips moved, the little noises he’s make and the clumsy way he kissed was what you payed attention to, the way he would rest on the bed for a few moments after you finished, arm resting over his eyes. You tried not to make it obvious, did your best to avoid looking on his eyes so that he wouldn’t notice.

You didn’t do as well when you started seeing him around Riverdale more, you knew he went to the same school as you but now it was like you always saw him near you, like you couldn’t just ignore him. One day he glanced your way at school, and gave you a familiar look. You knew what it meant, and returned the look quickly before he turned back around.

A moment passed and you noticed a redhead that was sat next to Jughead give you a strange look, and you quickly turned around and decided to walk to your next class. The day seemed to fly by, and once the last bell rang you rushed home and waited for Jughead.

The meeting was like any other, he greeted you with one of his clumsy kisses and things got heated quickly, and then he left when you both finished. The familiar sadness filled you once he was gone, frown appearing on your face as you heard the door shut.

The next day you saw Jughead and the redhead talking, whatever it was, Jughead had a slightly annoyed look while the redhead continued speaking. You looked ahead of you and decided to follow them, not too close behind them but just enough to hear the conversation.

The redhead’s voice became clearer as you neared them, “Jughead, I saw you look at her. Who is she? Is she like, your girlfriend? Are you interested in-” “She’s just someone I hook up with, Archie. I use her for a good time sometimes, no strings attached. That’s it.” you heard him mutter, waving his hand dismissively as you heard Archie start protesting.

You heard the words “wrong” and something about Archie being disappointed before you decided it was enough. You made a quick turn and walked as fast as you could, however your shoe made a loud squeak as you did, and your pace got even faster as you teared up slightly. You heard the conversation stop and quickly pushed open the doors that lead you outside, and you quickly began walking in the direction of Pop’s.

It only took about five minutes before you heard footsteps nearing you, and a hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving. By then your tears were about to fall, and once you turned around you couldn’t hold it in anymore. A moment passed and Jughead spoke up, “(Y/N), I can explain-” “explain what? That you’re just using me for a good time? You know I actually started liking you! I caught feelings for you and then I find out this bullshi-” you were quickly interrupted as Jughead grabbed your face gently.

Your eyes widened, and Jughead began speaking before you could, “I don’t mean what I said. Archie wouldn’t leave me alone and I didn’t want him bothering you or questioning me about it so I just lied to him. I didn’t mean for you to hear that (Y/N), i’m sorry.” he said quickly, words jumbled together and rushed.

You stood still for a moment, eyes searching the boy’s, searching for a sign he was lying, but you found none. Your hands moved to the back of Jughead’s neck and you quickly brought his lips to yours. The kiss matched his others, clumsy and uncoordinated, but this one had more meaning than the others. This one lasted longer and didn’t include any desperate need or want, just care.

After a minute footsteps approached again, and you both quickly broke apart to see Archie standing there, arms crossed. Jughead scratched the back of his head, but Archie spoke up first, “just someone you hook up with, huh?” he teased, rolling his eyes. Jughead shoved the redhead, and you sighed. Both boys looked at you, “you should feel bad for me, Archie. You’re best friends with Jughead, so you should know how terrible he is, give me some warnings.” you said, acting exasperated. Jughead rolled his eyes, and you all began walking to Pop’s, while Archie began to teasingly list off warnings. 

The three of you ended up skipping school that day, and ended up sitting at Pop’s until it got dark, getting to know Archie and the side of Jughead you never saw. You walked home happily, and every day since then the three of you talked, and things continued on, without any more one night stands or hookups, but with the relationship that both of you wanted.

Real To You

Requested: “Sooo with all the 13 reasons why stuff lately… I really love that serie and I was wondering if you could do an image where shawn and the reader watch it together and then say kinda come that she tells him about her thoughts (after he “begged ” her) of killing herself a few years ago a day than all fluffy you know? AND BY THE WAY I LOVE YOUR WRITING!“

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING:I realize now I should probably put trigger warnings on any imagines I have that are related to sensitive subjects, and I apologize for not having warnings on my past imagines. That being said, I don’t exactly know what requires a trigger warning because everyone has a different definition of what triggers them. So, I guess I’ll just mention that this imagine talks deeply about suicide/self harm. ALSO CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM 13 REASONS WHY. And, I didn’t fully understand this request and I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted!

It was fictional. Everything you were watching, everything you couldn’t take your eyes away from wasn’t real, but it felt real. You were on the verge of tears as you watched her use the blade to cut into her skin, spilling blood into the bathtub water. You noted the warning that Netflix gave you before you played this episode, but you ignored it, thinking that maybe since things were different now, it wouldn’t affect you. You thought that about some other scenes the writers warned you about, but you were wrong. The whole series you were watching was emotionally draining you, but for some reason you couldn’t stop watching. It was like old times, being addicted to your own pain and continuing to perform sins that cut into your heart, but for some twisted reason you enjoyed it. And now you were sitting on your couch with your boyfriend trying to finish this damn show, without losing it. You couldn’t sit still in your seat and so Shawn’s hand gripped your leg, worry written all over his face. You couldn’t handle yourself, him, or what was playing in front of you anymore so you got up as quickly as you could and ran to the bathroom hoping that Shawn wouldn’t see the tears spilling out of your eyes.

Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself

You remembered that quote very clearly and it made you think. Think back to when you wanted to kill yourself, to when you truly believed you were nothing. Memories of years behind you, came flooding in and you were suddenly falling apart.

“Y/N? You okay?” Shawn was knocking on the door now and you didn’t know what to do.

“Uh yeah.” You said as casually as possible, praying that he couldn’t tell you were crying. But, Shawn being who is, of course he could tell.

“Baby open the door, what’s wrong?” You didn’t respond and you just stood there, staring at the door. Shawn had no idea about how your life used to be and you didn’t exactly plan on telling him considering how much you hated thinking about it. But now it was coming back, and how could you not tell him? All thanks to that damn TV show, all thanks to Hannah Baker. That was the issue though. You used to be Hannah Baker.

“Open this door right now Y/N.” Shawn said one more time, in a loving tone. He wasn’t mad, he just wanted to help you. And so you weakly opened the door, falling into his arms. He kissed your head, and kept quiet like he usually did whenever he comforted you. He never forced you to talk about anything and he’d let you cry it out until you were ready to speak. But this time there was only one thing you could thing of to say;

“It’s not fair.” You mumbled through Shawn’s now tear soaked t-shirt.

“What’s not fair?”

“Life isn’t fair.. Hannah didn’t deserve it, Jess didn’t deserve it, and Alex..” You couldn’t breathe properly and you felt pathetic. Shawn probably thought you were insane for getting so worked up about events that didn’t happen. But they did happen. They happened to you, they happen everyday to people all over the world and that’s why 13 Reasons Why fucked you up so badly. Because of how realistic it was, and because of how incredibly they portrayed the mind of a depressed teenager. It was almost as if they based Hannah Baker’s character on you. You and millions of other teens who’ve experienced such horrific events.

“Everything’s okay, it’s not real.” Shawn said trying to comfort you. He didn’t understand and he wouldn’t, unless you spoke up. You wiped your eyes, trying to get yourself together to say something, but nothing came out.

“Unless.. Unless it’s real to you?” Shawn said and pulled your hands away from your face, so he could look at you. He held onto your hands, and squeezed them, making you feel slightly better. You had been with Shawn for so long now, and he should know about what happened. You held onto his hands tighter than ever and finally spoke up.

“A few years ago, I tried to kill myself.” You said bluntly and as honest as possible. You couldn’t look at Shawn, you stared at the ground. He stayed silent for a small five seconds but it was long enough for you to go off.

“But it didn’t work. I wasn’t as lucky as Hannah Baker. It didn’t work Shawn.” Your voice cracked, and you were almost yelling now. You felt angry, angry at yourself for several different things. The fact that you even tried to take your own life angered you, because you had so much to live for, you just couldn’t see it. But of course, with the luck you had it didn’t work. You remember feeling so pathetic, and there was a time when you envied those who got away with dying, by suicide. The one time you actually find the courage to kill yourself, it doesn’t work, and you’re stuck in a hospital bed wondering where you went wrong. You had wished that you were lucky enough to die, the way Hannah Baker did. It was so easy for her. Shawn’s arms were suddenly wrapped around you, and he was holding you tighter than he ever did before. You almost couldn’t breathe, and your crying was immediately stopped for some reason. Everything was quiet until you heard Shawn sniffling, and you knew he was crying now. He hasn’t said anything though, and so you pulled away, wondering what he was thinking. You grabbed his face, and felt his now wet cheeks.

“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have let you watch that fucking show if I knew it could’ve been an issue. You’re right, life isn’t fair. And it’s not fucking fair that you ever had to feel like that Y/N. No one deserves that especially not you.” Shawn said while gritting his teeth, as if he was angry at himself. You felt bad for not letting him know sooner, and you didn’t know what to say other than, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, are you kidding? You’re perfect, you’re perfect the way you are okay? You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry, I feel like such a shit boyfriend.” Your heart broke at his words.

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m supposed to be there for you, you shouldn’t feel sad, like ever. I’m gunna do better, I promise. I love you so much, you know that right? You deserve everything in the entire world, and you-” He was rambling and rambling and although you loved it, you cut him off.

“Shawn. You’re not a shit boyfriend for not knowing about my issues. I’m the one who didn’t tell you. You’ve done so much to help me throughout our relationship, and I love you. I couldn’t thank you enough.” You said and he didn’t say anything, he just stared at you, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek.

“I love you.” He whispered softly.

“I know, you already told me baby.” You smiled, your eyes watering still.

“Well, I wanted to tell you again. And I’ll probably tell you again and again later. I love you, I fucking love you.”

Anecdote: My Story [long]

You ever have those moments when you accidentally come across a photo of your long-lost love and your heart stops?

Well, that happened to me today.

I was looking through an old internet account of mine, taking a good ol’ stroll down memory lane, when I found an old chat group several friends of mine had created. I opened it and the last message was from just under two years ago, sent by my former girlfriend Beth.

I froze, then quickly exited the chat-window and logged out of my old account, my heart seeming to get hot and threaten to burn up inside my throat.

I logged back into the account I now use on that site and as I logged back in I felt as if I was coming back to reality after a bad dream.

You see, Beth was my everything for almost three years. We met entirely on accident and became fast friends, then became closer and closer until I decided I was going to marry her.

One night I was finishing up a paper for my English class when I stumbled across an extra-credit short-story contest, in which the winner would be rewarded with 15 extra-credit points and anyone who sent in a good original story would receive 5. I figured why not and went to work.

I finished it and sent it in, then decided to post it on Wattpad, because why not? A story about an introverted teen who was a dragon in human form might attract some attention. Maybe someone would find it interesting. I pasted it into Wattpad and filled out the required details, than fired it off to be published in my profile’s list of original works.

The end of the week came around and my English instructor announced that I’d won the contest, bringing my grade up to a 109%, which elated me. I could hardly wait to tell my friends about it.

When I got home I posted to my social media that I’d won the contest. One of my friends, Jules (as we’ll call her), linked the story on her account and congratulated me, saying that she enjoyed the story and wondering if there’d be a sequel.

It turned out that Beth was friends with Jules and she read the story. Beth seemed to only like my poems in the past and I didn’t send the story to her because at one point the main character gets beat up by a group of bullies from his school before eventually losing it and taking his dragon form before giving the bitter jocks a taste of their own medicine. Beth didn’t like violence. I had even tagged it as slightly violent, but she’d read it anyway.

I got a phone call from Beth after she’d read it and told me point-blank that I’d hurt her by writing that story. That spelled the beginning of the end and three months later she said goodbye to me and requested that I forget her.

I was unsure of what to do with myself for a long time after that. I deleted all the pictures we had, the conversations in our messaging apps, unfollowed her on her social media, and basically door-slammed her.

Thing was, I had become so used to her being in my life that I’d go to send her something funny I’d found on the internet and then realize just as I opened my texting app that she was no longer there. That was the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve been shot in the leg by a negligent man at the shooting range and that hurt like hell, but this was a pain that I couldn’t do anything about. There was no bleeding to stop, no lead to remove, nothing to bandage. Just a deep pain in my chest that made my jaw tighten and my throat hurt and my eyes burn.

I fell into depression after that and thought I’d never trust anyone ever again. My logic was that if the one person who’d told me they wouldn’t leave me had left me, everyone else would leave me too. I thought there was something wrong with me. What had I done that had made her leave me? I’d written a simple story. I asked all of my most sensitive friends if it was too violent and all of them said completely honestly that it wasn’t too violent at all. Even Joseph with his abhorrence of violence had told me he was being completely honest when he told me that it hadn’t bothered him.

What had I done wrong? Had I done something else that Beth hadn’t told me about that’d hurt her? Was she using my story as an excuse to leave me? I had no idea.

At the time, one of my other friends was an INTJ, and when I told her about it all I got was a “I hope things work out for you.” That didn’t help me much so I had to go elsewhere. (No ill will toward INTJ; she was doing her best.)

Jules ended up helping me through my darker hours, but I didn’t tell her everything. I didn’t let her know how much it hurt for fear of sounding like I was looking for attention.

It got to the point that I sat in my room several nights in a row, staring at my .45 caliber handgun, wondering if it would be worth it to just end it all. I could never really answer the question, so I’d fall asleep sitting up and awake early in the morning so stiff and sore I could barely move.

Then, one day at my educational institution, someone smiled at me.

It was in my social-studies class. The instructor always allowed us free-reign of the classroom and constantly gave us group-projects. It was a good atmosphere.

Her name was Gabby. I’d seen her around, but had never really had the feeling to introduce myself. Only 4'11" (149.8cm) tall, Gabby’s senior quote was, “I’m legally a midget.” From what I knew of her she was the embodiment of the caring friend who’d stay up late into the wee hours of the morning to convince a total stranger to not jump off a bridge.

When she smiled at me, I felt like someone could see what I was going through and wanted to let me know that it was going to be alright.

From then on, we’d trade grins in the hallway when we passed each other on the way to classes and I’d always greet her with a cheerful hello. It was literally what kept me going for half a year.

Each time I felt like I should just end it once and for all I’d force myself to remember that Gabby would be devastated that the young guy she’d shared smiles with in the hallway for all those months suddenly was no longer there.

I eventually locked my handgun up.

It was the second semester and it turned out that Gabby and I ended up in the same Sociology class. I thought it’d be an interesting subject to study, but had no idea about the modern version of Mr. John Keating from Dead Poets Society that taught it.

Mr. Scott (or “Scotty” as he liked to be called) was a younger man in his early thirties who taught part-time and logged in his family-owned company part-time. He’s the kind of man I wish to become someday and I’ve told him as much. Compassionate, kindhearted, and a genuine person, he taught us all more than the class-description in the course-guide covered. There was a lot of extra-curricular material and a good many spontaneous field trips to places like the ice-cream joint across the way, the lake a hop, skip, and a jump down the road, or the lifecare center to talk to the elders there about various subjects.

My newfound friend Gabby and I started sitting together and she brought out the part of me that I was afraid to express: my caring heart.

At the end of the semester before all the seniors left, we all sat in a circle on the floor of the stage in the auditorium and said our piece. Some talked about their early childhood trauma; others, their appreciation for people in the class, and a few that shared their deepest regrets.

I was silent until sometime near the end when I came out and said that I loved everyone in that class. I hadn’t expressed my true feelings for the strangers that had become my family over the course of that semester and I let it all out, thanking them for accepting me and building me up.

After the class ended, I found Gabby and told her what she’d done for me, how she’d saved me, and that she was the kind of person I wanted to be. I told her that without her I wouldn’t be here and that she was one of the only people who’d shown me true compassion and kindness during my darkest hours.

What she did next I will forever remember. She hugged me so tightly I felt my ribs creak and sobbed into my jacket for a few minutes before telling me how glad she was that I was still there. She gave me her number and told me to call her if I ever needed anything before giving me the biggest grin I’d ever seen her pull off and went out of the classroom with a couple of her friends. That was when I knew I needed to be the person to others that Gabby had been to me.

My friend Scarlet is another reason I’m still here. Imagine a stoner, then give them the most positive personality you can think up and a set of messy purple dreads.

Scarlet was my age with ambitions to become a high-school counselor after getting a degree in counseling. She is a mentor of mine, a kind of friend who’ll both call you out on your crap and also tell you how much you mean to them. We’d try to outdo each other with compliments ever now and then. The end result was us feeling better about ourselves and we love it. Scarlet is like a sister to me.

Nowadays, I still feel like my heart’s gonna burn up when I come across a picture of Beth, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. I have good friends now, and I’ve got all of you guys too! I mean, what more could anyone ask for?

The community we’ve built together on this whacky website is incredible and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. ❤️

Well, there you all go. That’s my story of getting hurt, then getting healed. It is possible to go through something and come out the other side.

Not an ordinary damsel || 0.2


Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is one of CCPD’s best detectives, and Barry Allen being the only one in the forensics department, causes them to interfere with each other more than they like. You see: Y/N and Barry doesn’t like each other so much. But when Y/N suspect Barry to be the Flash, she gets herself into a bit too deep trouble.

Pairing: Barry Allen x Sarcastic!Reader

Warning: Zoom’s involved, therefore we don’t know about Kid-Flash yet, and Jessie Quick isn’t a speedster yet either;) And to those who are sensitive to swearing ‘n such, I’m sorry?

A/N: So because I have tons of requests, I will mash some of them up if I think they will work out nicely (and hopefully they will!). In this case, I hope it’s ok for you, galactichoran and lisagust14 <33

“Are you alright?” A vibrating voice made it impossible for Y/N to get any picture in her head of whom the man behind the mask could be.
“Uhm… I thought you just did the huge stuff,” was the first thing that popped up in Y/N head, which happened to be the lamest thing to say to a superhero of all the things it could have been. No no, save the wittiness and such to non-metas, Y/N, nice work.
“You don’t think a possible rape is worth stopping?” When Y/N didn’t have anything to say back – which rarely happened, Flash just smirked at her and sped off.


Yes, even the queen of sarcasm, the witty detective, Y/N Y/L/N had a soft spot for The Flash. Though because of her encounter with the superhero of her beloved city, her deep respect for the guy had turned into something bigger.
‘The Flash Daily, by Iris West’, after reading several articles, Y/N finally found a reliable source – it was unbelievably how many fanfictions one could find by searching for The Flash on the web.
West, as in detective Joe’s daughter?

For the first time in a long time, Y/N didn’t get Phillip the intern to bring her a Belly Burger for lunch but decided to go for a cup of coffee. That is if you count deciding for not taking a cab, but to walk to meet her mother at Jitters…
“Y/N! There you are!” Y/N’s mother looked thrilled to see her daughter again, after all: It had been months since they last met.

“His mother must be so proud of him,” Y/N had almost forgotten the part of her mother being one of the older admirers of The Flash.
“Yes, I’m sure, mom,” Y/n sipped her coffee, not noticing her green-eyed colleague entering the café with his own company.
“Have you ever met him? Oh dear, I hope not Y/N, you need to be careful here in the big city – you are careful, right?” Being raised half an hour outside Central City, Y/N always counted the minutes before her mother would start on the topic of her security.
“Mom, I’m a cop, I don’t need a hero to save me,” Y/n referred to The Flash: her mother’s only reason for not monitoring her so far away from home.
“You’re a detective that solve murders, Y/N, you’re not Superman," 

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Right Timing

Genre: Fluff/Angst (Soulmate Au)

Member: Wonho

Word Count: 1,332

a/n: Finally!!!!!!!! 

Summary: Everyone knows eventually they will meet their soulmate because it is fated, so their paths will cross and when the time is right, that person will come to you and you will go to them. Timing is the utmost important. Weirdly enough, the small locket watch you always carry around your neck continues to count down as your friends date approaches, does that mean you will also meet your own soulmate?

*Edit belongs to me, photos don’t*

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

He loved you. Well not exactly loved you like as in he was in love with you yet, but he really liked you. He wanted to keep talking and talking to hear you respond and to keep your gaze from wandering elsewhere to something that wasn’t him. He was nervous, excited, amazed, frustrated, and all because you were there before him, not running away from him like all the times you had bumped into each other, or too far from him because he couldn’t just tell you he wanted to date you. He wanted to hold you and know you, but he was frustrated with how quickly he wanted these things to happen, he was battling himself to stop his eagerness, but every time you laughed and joked with him, his insides became mush and he loved it.

“So you said your tattoo was like mine, mind telling me in detail?” you asked, and he nodded, touching his upper thigh where he knew the ink was engraved into his skin. “It’s right here” he stated, pointing with his finger over his jeans that covered it, “I got it awhile back, maybe two-three years ago” he said and heard you gasp softly, making him turn to you in amusement. “What?” he asked with a grin and you giggled, “Me too” you admitted and he chuckled with a nod, “Weird huh?” he said and you nodded. “I was having a lot of problems back then, one bad thing just kept piling on top of another and then things started getting better and I made up this quote that I realized would help me through if things ever got crappy again” he explained and met your eyes, wide as you grinned and nodded while covering your mouth. He laughed at your expression and you did the same, “That’s really- me too, wow- that’s so weird” you stammered over your words and he couldn’t help but snigger at how mind blown you appeared.

“Mine isn’t finished though” you then said, and he knitted his eyebrows, “It’s not?” he asked and you nodded, trying to show him a little of it through the tears in your jeans but failing to do so, “I’ll show it to you some other time but it’s not complete” you stated and he felt his heart skip a beat. “Another time?” he said, thinking out loud and realizing in regret, wanting to cover your ears as if that would make you not hear him. You blinked a few times and brought your knees to your chest as you nodded and took a long sip from your water bottle, “I mean if that’s okay with you, you know?” you said and he felt himself nod a little too firmly and quickly.

You giggled and he averted his gaze from you, curling his fingers into fists tightly as he cringed at himself.

His watch still ticked away, and he wanted to get rid of all the ones he had gone through in the past months. He wondered why it still ticked even after being with you for nearly four months, why wouldn’t it stop? Had he been wrong all this time and there was no such thing as fated love and it was all really precise coincidence? He couldn’t believe he still had these thoughts whenever he was alone. It bothered him that he was happy with you and these thoughts haunted him. Even though he liked you enough to brush them off sometimes, his insecurities still got the best of him.

You walked past him on your way to his kitchen and he watched you fondly. A new question had begun eating at him because he realized it was actually okay if you ended up not being his soulmate, but he didn’t want to give you up, ever, but would he have to? If you weren’t meant for him for the rest of his life, he still didn’t want anyone else. His emotions crowded his chest ever since the two of you had finally began dating. Now he had wanted to take it all slow, to control his eagerness, but he was under the assumption that he had made things too slow.

He stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen where you picked at whatever it was that you were cooking. He snuck up behind you and hugged you, his hands coming around your waist as he pressed his chin on your shoulder, making you grin sheepishly.

As of the last couple of weeks, he had decided to be bolder with his affection, and it drove him crazy every time you smiled whenever he held you, especially if you reciprocated with as much effort. He hadn’t kissed you yet. Had you been someone else, he would have labeled himself a mad man for not kissing you at least a dozen times in the span of four months. But it was you, and things were taking a very agonizing steady pace. He pressed his lips against your neck and gave you a soft chaste kiss, and he felt you tense up in his embrace, making him smirk to himself as you pretended to be focused on the cooking.

“Pay attention to me” he said softly and you giggled, “I’m cooking” you replied and he shook his head, straightening up and gently turning you around. You met his eyes with what looked like anticipation and uneasiness, but he quickly held you close once more, cradling your face in his hands and pecking your forehead. He pulled away and stared at you, and he knew he could just not hold back anymore. Lowering his lips to hover over yours slowly, he waited for you to give him silent consent.

His heart was practically leaping inside his chest, finally, he thought as you placed your hands on his sides gently. He pressed his lips to yours and stayed there for a second too long, then kissed you a little more deeply as you held him close and moved in unison with him at his pace. He wanted nothing more than to keep kissing you, but he refrained from going further and pulled away after a few seconds, grinning and pecking the corner of your lips and you smiled sheepishly up at him. He wrapped you in his embrace and brought you to his chest, caressing the back of your head with one hand as he smiled so widely his cheeks began to hurt.

Your brain was in panic mode, as soon as it happened, you didn’t want it to stop because god knows how long you waited for him to finally kiss you. As soon as it was over, you felt the urge to jump and shriek in excitement, but fortunately Hoseok hugged you to him and prevented your outburst. You wanted to do it again and again, twenty times and a hundred times more.

“Let’s go out and do something” he said, pulling away slightly to glance down at you. You met his gaze and nodded, gasping momentarily as you remembered you had food on the stove. You turned quickly and switched the fire off, making Hoseok chuckle, “We should probably eat that first” he said and you grinned. “Let’s get my tattoo finished” you suggested and Hoseok looked at you with surprise, “Really?” he asked, and you nodded, preparing plates for the two of you.

You looked down at your chest and found your locket, opening it slowly and grinning wide as you saw the tiny handles, making you turn back to him as you held it before him, “It stopped” you stated. Hoseok squinted and smiled, meeting your gaze and leaning towards you once more, kissing you as the two of you smiled through it.

Like clockwork, your heart fluttered as he held you close, you still didn’t know why it had taken so long to meet him, but you didn’t think there could have been a better timing.

Let Not Light See My Black and Deep Desires, an Adlock fic

So, this came about as a result of this post based on a dream @francesca-wayland​ had.

Slightly NSFW under the cut. (By slightly, I mean that there’s nothing explicit, but you  still don’t want to read this with your boss or family members looking over your shoulder.)

The title comes from Macbeth, when the titular Scotsman is plotting to murder the king and doesn’t want anyone to know. Because if I can use a Shakespeare reference (or even if I can’t and have to reach), I will.

(Also, I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been in rehearsal all week.)

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Come and Get Me

Come and Get Me

Fic Summary: You and Ryan have a chance meeting where you bond over comics. Unfortunately, you forget to give him your number and are worried you missed your chance. Until you see a poster for Let’s Play: Live, and you vow not to make the same mistake twice. Masterpost Fic Song. 

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Fluffy & Smut

A/N: Alright, so I am not “returning” to Ryan/Reader inserts per se. This wonderful story was actually commissioned, and the beautiful person suggested I share it with you all to promote my commissions. So, I’m taking her advice! Enjoy!

Originally posted by creganstarks

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Insolence, Pt. 8 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Eight of ? (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna)

Genre: Fluff. Relationship building. (Life is, thankfully, not all drama all the time!)

Length: ~4,200

Warnings: Language of the curse word variety.

And I’m begging you,
Bring me back to life.
I just can’t stand leaving you alone tonight.
It’s too late to go,
Already taken me forever just to try to know.
One for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, and four to go.
For the life of me,
I don’t know why it took me so long to see….

@catie-kaboom @libby-rose-2016 @legitlunatic @valeonmars @superkixbaybay @danapotterwwe @alexahood21 @rollinstrash @covergirlcollarbones  @hiitsmecharlie  @tearsropsandtiedye @thedeboniardevistation @ily-zaddy

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work in progress tag

thank you @blushoseoks @workofteaguk & @wonhopes for tagging me :’D i usually never do tag games bc i’m boring and would rather eat cake… but i’m hoping this will motivate me to finish all my current projects *side eyes my 12 drafts in despair* 

i feel like most of my mutuals have already been tagged ?? so i will tag them again just to make sure @1honeypot @kimtrain @floralseokjin @gukvory @authorose @mint-tape

 ❋ dick n’ go || seokjin x reader || pwp with cocky!jin 

  After trooping through a series of horrendous first dates and mediocre hookups, you were convinced you would never find a man capable of satisfying your needs. Your friend recommends you try a slightly unconventional method to remedy your bad luck.  

(alternatively: seokjin has a nice dick and you want to RIDE it)

excerpt; (i’m about halfway done but i write about 10 words a day so hopefully this finally sees the light of day !! )

This time you couldn’t even blame the dating agency for a faulty match-up. There had been no fluke of any kind; suited in crisp Tom Ford and polished Italian leather, he was exactly as described on paper, which had been all the more infuriating. Admittedly, when you had first met him tonight, you had swooned a little, not daring to believe your luck. With his slicked back hair and tailored suit, he was a sight for sore eyes. In hindsight, you should have known better than to get your hopes up, especially when you considered your track record with men.

“Ah… Congrats.” You managed a strained smile while surreptitiously reaching for the Pinot Noir.

Regret started to pool in your gut. Signing up on a dating website hadn’t been the wisest move, you now realized. Had the wooing process always been this tiring? Maybe you were rusty, having been out of the game for too long.

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Add Salt to Haterade - A Naegiri One-Shot - Danganronpa Fanfic

Sometimes, writing fanfic can serve as another form of venting.

I hope you guys enjoy this. It runs longer than usual for these one-shots.


As soon as Makoto Naegi woke up that morning in his quarters on the Hope’s Peak campus, he wondered what people were saying.

Just the day before, they went public and announced that the New Hope’s Peak Academy would open its doors in the coming spring. Sure, various members of the Future Foundation had been working on the property for months now, but this was the first time anyone had spoken up about the reason for their presence and ongoing efforts.

They had called a press conference at the Tokyo Airport. It was the most secure location in the city, but attendance was still pretty low — plenty of reporters were hesitant to risk travel in the post-Tragedy world, opting instead to simply share information, videos, and audio obtained by an intrepid few. There were still verification measures in place, but unique individual coverage had become a lot less important.

In effect, that meant that rather than the news hitting the entire globe with shared immediacy on the same afternoon as the press conference, it had spread in a gradual, almost-viral fashion since shortly after the conference ended. He read shocked, confused, and even elated reactions on the Internet well into the night, but now that it was a fresh new day, he was hoping that more in-depth opinions had grown from the seeds of those knee-jerk reactions.

Heck, maybe people were even talking about it on TV.

With that on his mind, he crept out of bed and tried to quietly head for the kitchen so as not to wake Kyoko Kirigiri, who was still dozing beside him when he first awoke.

Makoto poured a glass of water in the kitchen and headed over to the couch wearing just his boxers and an undershirt. Flipping on the TV via its remote, he headed for a local Japanese channel and settled down on the far left side of the couch.

As he sat down, he placed the remote on the cushion to his right and sat his water on the end table to the left. On the screen, he saw a mass of protestors outside of the recently constructed perimeter wall of the campus. His expression immediately grew concerned.

“What the-?!” he muttered involuntarily. He cut himself off so he could better hear the words of the angry-looking bearded man who was standing in front of a microphone held by a nervous TV reporter.

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My Map: Part 4

A/N: LONG(ER) CHAPTER SPECIAL I just sat through a 3 hour practice test, and now I’m emotionally drained so now I need to pour emotion into something, what better than the most emotional fic in the world? @sassygeek77

“Yeah, Hotch, Denver PD just got a call on the intersection of Holiday and Main from a thrift shop,” Morgan reported. “Cashier called in reporting a, and I quote ‘raging lunatic who really wanted to get it on with a map.’“

“Who could that be referring to?” Hotch rolled his eyes.

“It’s obviously Reid, you dumb Beaker bitch,” Morgan retorted.

“Yeah listen up you even dumber Fozzie fuck, I was being sarcastic so why don’t you just eat some shit,” Hotch bickered back.

“Okay, guys why don’t we just relax?” JJ interrupted the two, grabbing the phone from Morgan.

“JJ, I need Garcia to ping Reid’s phone. You, Morgan, and Emily, check out wherever Reid tracked to. Me and Rossi will check out the surveillance at the thrift store.”

JJ called in Garcia, who nodded, “I’m on it.”

Garcia typed in Reid’s phone number, and its location began to triangulate. After a minute or so, the screen finally beeped and displayed a location. Garcia’s jaw dropped slightly. She was shocked.

“What is it, Garcia? Morgan asked.

“He’s at….. The Hunky Hunkatorium.”

“Come again, Babygirl?” Morgan inquired.

“He’s at a male strip club,” JJ said flatly.

“Oh,” Morgan mumbled.

“Okay, text us the address,” JJ sighed.

“Will do.”

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I sat back in the lounge chair, with his arm across Map. I gazed at her lovingly.

“All these men are beautiful but no one compares to you,” I smiled.

I gently took off Map’s earmuffs and kissed her softly. As an elegant thin man finished his dance, the announcer called up the next performer, “everyone, it’s about to get hella hot up in here, put your hands together for Señor Seh-Seh-Seh-SEXYYYY!”

The crowd cheered as red lights loud electric music filled the room. The smoke obscured the man’s face but he was clearly very buff. As he came into clearer view, I got a closer glimpse of him. I gasped. Could it be? The man looked exactly like one I had multiple fantasies about. The delicious Latino man who sang me Spanish lullabies? No, it was impossible. As the buff man moved into the pole, which I was directly in front of, there was no doubt in his mind: this was my fantasy man. I stared at him in awe. Were his mannerisms the same as well? Not that I would get to know him better.

Señor Sexy seemed to take note of my fixation towards him, so he slightly jumped from the stage, directly in front of me. My pupils dilated, and I began to shake slightly. From arousal or excitement, he did not know, but it was likely a combination of both. He gracefully ran his hands across my thighs while running his fingers through my locks. This was a particular fantasy I had never dreamt about, but God was I glad this was real.

I felt slightly guilty for the lust I had towards Señor Sexy; I didn’t want to betray Map. It became increasingly harder to be faithful as he moved his hands up and down my shoulders. I gulped. I realized that Map wouldn’t be angry if I was simply attracted to Señor, she knew how attracted I was to Fozzie Bear and his Howie Mandel goatee. She knew about how I had a fantasy where Fozzie would host a game of Deal Or New Deal with me, except instead of money I won cupcakes. Knowing all this deep stuff, Map would surely not mind me enjoying my ultimate fantasy just a bit.

The song had been going on for quite some time now and was beginning to fade out. His hands had returned to my thigh region, and he looked down for a moment. The song had complete shut down, and the audience started to die down. It was relatively quiet for a moment. At least quiet enough to where I could hear him speak.

“Come with me,” he whispered.

I didn’t know what to expect, as he took my hand and guided me to a room. I made sure to grab Map with me. He walked us away from the stage down to a small hallway.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

No response. He continued to walk, until he stopped us at a room in the corner of the hall. He opened it. Inside were practice poles and posters of sexy men.

“So what are we-

I was cut off suddenly when he pulled the gun out of my holster and pointed it at me with a look of rage, “what do you want, Fed?”

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“How close are you guys to the strip club?” Hotch asked.

“Goddamn Beaker boi you asked us 5 minutes ago. Morgan grunted, “We’re almost there.”

“Listen up Fozzie. I’m this fucking close to marking you up as insubordinate so get your puppet shit together,” Hotch yelled back.

“Both of you shut up. Please.” Emily groaned from the back seat.

Morgan turned around, “you know what Evanescence? I don’t remember you being a part of this.”

Hotch snickered from the other line. “Good one Fozzie.”

“Damn straight,” Morgan said, hanging up the phone.

“You guys are so annoying,” Emily complained.

“Now is not the time for your emo crap, Amy Lee,” JJ retorted back.

Morgan laughed as he high-fived JJ in the front seat. Emily groaned again, feeling like the only serious agent.

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“Hey listen, before you do anything stupid, just relax,” I said calmly.

“Why are you here?!” the shirtless angry man yelled.

I paused briefly. Maybe explaining it would actually help me. I began, “I actually have a hopeless love for this girl right here, My Map. She’s the love of my life.”

“Go on,” he pressed.

I continued, “My team did not accept me or my love for her. And yes you’re right, I’m a fed. But I did not come here to arrest you for whatever you’ve committed, I just came here to fall in love with her. We’re like the modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

He lowered his gun. “I believe you.”

I sighed with relief, “You do?”

“Yes, and I think the story of you and Map is beautiful. Never let anyone tell you love is wrong,” he smiled.

God he was so beautiful. I still found it a little odd, however, that he was so quick to get defensive. It made me wonder what crime he had committed.

“So. You’re on the run. I’m on the run. Why don’t you say we hide out together?” he suggested.

I paused. This man was still someone who had just pointed a gun at me. I asked him calmly, um - if you don’t mind me asking, what was your crime?”

“Murder,” he deadpanned.

I did not expect that. Maybe drugs or a robbery, something more common, but not that. Was my fantasy man being ruined?

He seemed to see my shock, so he explained further, “I killed my neighbor because he ran a dogfighting ring and abused animals.”

Suddenly, all of my shock was dropped. Animal abusers were on the top list of people who deserved no mercy, that and racists, followed closely by homophobes.

“Of course I’ll help you,” I answered.

“Thank you so much,” the beautiful man said, visibly tearing up.

I nodded. We were heading out towards the door, until we heard some sounds outside. We peered out the window together, it was a black SUV truck. Out of it came Morgan, JJ, and Emily.

“Ah fuck,” I muttered.

Some Polyjuice Actions (Remus Lupin & Sirius Black Imagine)

Not Requested- this is so much fun to write, enjoy! Summary: You and Remus turned into each other to prank your friends, but at the end Sirius confessed to you (Remus) then you two got together.

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Honestly, the Marauders were quite annoying sometimes, but you still enjoyed their company a lot. In fact, you were especially close with Remus. He was very smart and thoughtful, and you appreciated that. He would help you with your homework and studies and you would help him during full moons. The two of you also liked to prank the rest of the Marauders and your other female friends like Marlene and Lily. And today you had another idea.

“Remus, Remus! Remember the two polyjuice potions we finished last month for our Potions yearly project?” You grabbed the boy’s robes and said.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Now that Slughorn finished grading it and we got an A, why don’t we use it? We could transform into each other and prank the boys and my friends?” 

“Oh right! Sure! That would be fun.” Remus smirked at you. “I can’t wait to pull this prank and see Sirius’s reaction, since he turned my hair green last time.”

“Great,” you two shared another grin, “I’ll see you ten minutes later in the Room of Requirements, bring some clothes of yours for me to wear and I’ll bring mine.”

You hurried back to your dorm and grabbed a black t-shirt, blue high-waisted shorts, and the polyjuice potions. Then you went to meet Remus in less than five minutes. He was already there, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He looked at you and passed you a pair of jeans and a grey sweatshirt. “Are you sure this is going to work, y/n?”

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A/N: Hello Again! I hope whomever is reading this is having or has had a good day. If not, I’m sorry and I hope it all gets better soon. In the meantime I hope this story brings you some kind of joy! This story was inspired by Ed Sheerans song Dive off his new album Divide. I hope you all enjoy! (All lyrics will be in bold italics)

Maybe I came on too strong, Maybe I waited too long, Maybe I played my cards wrong..

In all truth, Alexander saw you first. You had the same history class together, and from the moment he saw you he was hooked. Which was a big deal, since he was somewhat of a Lothario on campus, and it was easy for him to have girls he wanted. It was because of this, that when you first met, you had found him arrogant and brusque…..

You were sitting in class waiting for your first lecture to start and you were kind of excited because you had always been fascinated by history and all the people in it.
You just had a feeling this would be one of your favorite classes. It was at this moment, as you were lost in thought, you saw someone standing in front of you. It was a quite attractive guy, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, a goatee, and a rather charming, yet mischievous smile. He wasn’t too tall, but then neither were you.

When he saw he had your attention, he leaned on your desk, so that your faces were quite close. You head moved back a little, not expecting the intrusion to your personal space.

“I haven’t seen you before, are you new?”

“Yes, actually I just transferred from”-

“I guessed as much, Alexander Hamilton”, he said as he offered his hand in the little space he left between the two of you, you gingerly shake his hand before he continues, “look, I’m gonna cut to the chase beautiful, you look like we could have quite a lot of fun together, at least for a night or two. So, what do you say after class we find a quiet place to get to know each other better?” The suggestive way his eyebrows rose and the glint in his eye, told you that he wasn’t asking you out for coffee and some good conversation.

You sat there stunned that this guy you didn’t even know was basically asking you to have sex with him. You felt a little insulted and repulsed. Who the hell did this guy think he was? When you didn’t answer right away, he rose from your desk and put his hand under your chin to lift your gaze to his, “Don’t worry gorgeous, I know it’s a good offer, I’ll see you after class.” He gave you a wink and went back to his desk. He took your silence for……astonished gratitude??? You could not believe this guy! How dare he!

As class began, you took as many notes as you could, but you could not stop your anger or irritation from growing by the minute. So, when class had ended and you saw Alexander saunter up to you again, you gave him a piece of your mind.

“I don’t know who you think you are, or what kind of girl you take me for Mr. Hamilton, but your Mr. Smooth, cool guy routine won’t work on me.” Alexander looked shocked at your words, but you weren’t done yet. “I’m not some silly girl who will follow you around or beg you for attention. Take note that this is not the way you treat women. If you had come up to me and asked my name, and out for a cup coffee or something, I might’ve said yes. But with how arrogantly and impertinently you presented yourself, my opinion on your character is set.” Alexander took a step back almost as if you had struck him. Not caring if you had offended him or not, you grabbed your things and left not noticing the small crowd that witnessed your outburst.

That’s in turn how you met Thomas. He heard of your scolding of Alexander and wanted to thank you for berating him. You were a little annoyed by Thomas at first, but found him charming. So, two days later when he asked you out on a date, you said yes.

About two weeks after you started dating Thomas, you received a letter…

Oh just a little bit wrong, Baby I apologize for it..

I can’t tell you how sorry I am. My behavior last week was unforgivable and I feel immensely regretful of my actions toward you. I found out your name from Eliza, apparently you were childhood friends. I know I don’t deserve the chance to speak to you or your forgiveness, but you seem to have taken quite the toll on Ms. (L/N). I think of you constantly and dream of you every night. I cannot deny the hold you have over me. I have never felt this way for anyone, unfortunately for me, I have seen you out with Jefferson and fear I may have missed my chance, but know I’ll be here waiting for you if he ever messes up. Lastly, I would like to state my opinion that he doesn’t deserve you. Then again, neither do I, I doubt anyone does.

Irrevocably yours,
Alexander Hamilton

You couldn’t believe that this was the same guy. He seemed so completely different. You decide to talk to him, the next time you see him in class…

You arrived early so that you could speak to him before class started. He arrived a few minutes after you with his eyes on the ground, your heart broke a little for him. Did he really take it that bad? You approach him and tap his shoulder to get his attention. When your eyes meet, your heart breaks a little more, his looked so sad. You show him the letter, “Did you mean what you said in this?”, he looks slightly embarrassed, but nods his head.

Taking a step forward you wrap your arms around his shoulders and give him a hug, “Thank you for your apology, my opinion on your character has completely changed” , you say to him. He is stiff at first, but at the sound of your words he gingerly hugs you back, relishing in your attention. You both step back, and you give him a small smile before taking your seat.
From then on you talk start talking in class all the time. You find you have a lot in common with Alexander and you grow to like him more with each passing day. Much to the dismay of Thomas. With your blossoming friendship (and feelings), for Alex growing, your relationship with Thomas was quickly dwindling. And then it seemed it just suddenly ended.. .

“If Hamilton is the kind of guy you want to hang around with, my impression of you is wrong.”

And that was it, you didn’t mind so much, he wasn’t all that great. Another great thing about your friendship with Alex was your reconnection with Eliza. She was the sweetest person you had ever met, and as your feelings for Alex grew, she was the one you confided in.

“I just don’t know what to do, I like him a lot, but I’m so scared. I’ve already heard one too many stories about his history on campus, and I feel like my feelings toward him are moving past like, and I’m freaking out!” Eliza puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder to calm you, and gives you a kind smile.

“While, I can’t dismiss the great change in Alex’s actions and character since you came along, I also think you should be careful. Don’t rush anything. I honestly think he’s changed, but we all have our moments of weakness. Just take things slow.” You smile, thank her for her advice, and envelope her in a big hug, and tell her you don’t know what you’d do without her.

“Hey! Hands of my girlfriend (Y/N),” Maria, Eliza’s partner, says playfully. You all laugh as you release Eliza and let them greet each other, telling them you were going to meet Alex. You laugh to yourself as walk out with them whistling after you.
You’re sitting in Alex’s dorm watching When Harry Met Sally… on his laptop. You both start laughing and reciting the pepper quote to each other. You laughter starts to dwindle and you realize just how close you are to each other. You slowly gravitate towards each other, until finally your lips meet and it’s like an explosion of passion between the two of you. You kiss each other with all your pent up emotion and as he pulls you closer, you stop yourself remembering Eliza’s words and your own fears. As you pull away Alex looks confused.

“Alex, I need you to know that this is a big deal for me…

I could fall or I could fly here in your aeroplane, I could live, I could die, hanging on the words you say

“I could fall so deeply in love with you and not look back…”

and I’ve been known to give my all, and jumping in harder than 10,ooo rocks on the lake..

“I have had a tendency in the past, to rush into things, to not take a moment and think before I jump into something, and I’m terrified that once I dive into you, I won’t come back,” you start expressing all your fears not being able to stop yourself.

So don’t call me baby, unless you mean it, don’t tell me you need me, if you don’t believe it, So let me know the truth, before I dive right into you

You grab both his hands in yours and looked into his eyes, “be honest with me Alex because my feelings for you are too strong for me to ignore, and I’m so afraid of falling and not being caught.” You finish taking a deep breath. He looks baffled and at a loss for words and when he continues in silence, your fears overwhelm you and you rush out of his room in embarrassment.

You’re a mystery, I have travelled the world and there’s no other girl like you, no one.

It had been three days since your kiss with Alex and your humiliating confession. Even if Alex did like you, he probably wasn’t that fond of you, and even if he felt that way before, that didn’t mean he still did. You felt so stupid and mortified, you got advice from Eliza and did the exact opposite. What was wrong with you? You should have played it cool, you should have just said you maybe liked him, not spill your guts. Ugh! You still couldn’t believe it. It was at this time, while you were berating yourself, that you heard a knock on your door.

“Go away, please. I’m in no mood for visitors,” when you were met with silence, you figured whoever was there had left. Much to your dismay whoever it was took to incessantly knocking until you became annoyed and abruptly got up and swung the door open.

“Look! I said I didn’t want any”- you stop immediately as you come face to face with Alex. The one person you absolutely did not want to see. “Alex,” you say crossing your arms over your chest, trying to shield yourself from your own embarrassment, “What are you doing here?” instead of answering your question, he pushed past you into your dorm.

“Look, I know I didn’t handle myself very well the other night, but that was a lot to take in”-

“I know Alex, you don’t have to apologize for not feeling the sa”-

“I’m not apologizing for not having mutual affections for you, because I do. What I am apologizing for is waiting so long to come to you, but I wanted to get this right. I messed up so badly the first time, I just want to get this right.” You stand there a little stunned and elated, relieved? He felt the same?

What’s your history? Do you have a tendency to lead some people on? ‘Cause I heard you do.

“The other night you basically said you were afraid to fall for me because of my past actions, which I get, but do you think I am fearless in this situation?” he questions you, looking straight into your eyes. “You wrote me off so quickly, the first time we met and I’ll admit, I deserved it. But then you started dating Jefferson and if just hearing that wasn’t a kick to the gut, actually seeing it certainly was.” You could see it, the fear and uncertainty in his eyes. You could see it in the way he paced back and forth and had his eyes to the ground. “If you think that I’m not scared shit less about falling in love with you, you’re wrong,” he stepped closer to you so that you were nearly toe to toe.

I could fall or I could fly here in your aeroplane, I could live, I could die, hanging on the words you say…

“You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, and I’m not this great guy. I have a million and one flaws, you could leave me at any moment. You could get sick of me and leave, and I would still pine for you everyday.” He placed his hand your cheek, so gently, as if he thought you would disappear if he moved to harshly.

I’ve been known to give my all, and lie awake everyday, don’t know how much I can take

“I have a reputation for going after what I want relentlessly, and I want you. What I said in my letter all those months ago is still true. I lie awake at night and think about you constantly. You have consumed me. Mind, body, and soul. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from completely wanting to consume you.” You had grown impossibly closer as he spoke words, you could only dream of, and as your breathing became heavier, you could no longer hold yourself back. You pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss, as your arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled against his body with arms around your waist. One of his hands moved to your hair, as you both took a breath and pressed your foreheads together, trying to collect yourself.

So don’t call me baby, unless you mean it, don’t tell me you need me, if you don’t believe it. So let me know the truth, before I dive right into you….

“Don’t start this with me if you’re not ready for this. I don’t think I could take you rejecting me, after actually getting to call you my own,” he says between breaths. You pull him in for another kiss, this time softer and sweeter.

“I’m ready,” you say, “Alex, I want this just as much as you do, I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours,” you profess. He looks into your eyes, making sure you mean the words he’d been dying to hear, before you kissing you soundly once more.
I could fall or I could fly here in your aeroplane…

To say you and Alexander fell hard for each other would be an understatement. You became completely enraptured with each other. Your friends couldn’t get you two apart for months, after you officially started dating. But eventually, you were able to balance your time with friends and with each other.

I could live, I could die, hanging on the words you say

Alex had taken to writing you the sweetest little love letters, that just made you love him more each time you found a new one (he would hide them all over your dorm). And if he was with you, you would immediately smother him with kisses, which he thoroughly enjoyed. And if he wasn’t, you would text him and tell him how much you loved and adored him, and he would reply ‘you found another one, every word is true my love.’ Which just made your heart beat race, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

I’ve been known to give my all, sitting back and looking at every mess that I made…

That’s not to say you didn’t have your bad days. You both had had small bouts of jealousy, which required some reassurance from each other. There were days when you got completely frustrated with each other, but you both would come back to each other to reconcile. You loved each other too much to stay angry, you even took turns conceding, ‘it’s my turn to come to you,’ one of you would say before you would pull each other in for a long embrace just breathing each other in.

So don’t call me baby, unless you mean it, don’t tell me you need me, if you don’t believe it. So let me know the truth, before I dive right into you….

Your love for each other grew each day. So, it wasn’t really a surprise when, two years later Alex got down on one knee in your first apartment together….

You had just finished unpacking the kitchen, as you turned to show Alex your success. There he was on one knee in torn jeans and an old t-shirt, slightly sweating from being nervous, and a little red velvet box with ring in the palm of his hand. This wasn’t his original plan but he just couldn’t wait.

“I know this probably isn’t the way you dreamed this would go, but I can’t wait anymore,” tears sprung to your eyes, as your hand covered you mouth as you tried to contain yourself. He immediately became more nervous and started to ramble, “I love you more than I could ever truly express, although I’ve tried my best to truly convey how much you mean to me. I could be promised with everything great in this world and I wouldn’t want it, if I didn’t have you. Without you it would be worthless because you, my darling, my one and only, you are everything to me. I dove right into you, and it’s the best decision I have ever made. Please, take this plunge with me, and be my wife. (Y/N) will you marry me?”

You had tears streaming down your face as you nodded and jumped into his arms, successfully knocking him over. You covered his face in kisses and replied, “I’m diving right into you, there’s nothing more I want to be than your wife.”

Diving in with each other, hand in hand, your love could survive anything…….

A/N: I know I got super cheese but I couldn’t help myself! I hope you enjoyed this regardless!

The Unpredictable

Hello may I request a new gen era imagine/os with Teddy Lupin ? Something all fluffy and cute you choose the plot, ty dearie❤️ by anon


we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust…

adjusted to my tatses

Teddy Lupin had to say he was quite proud of the Quidditch team he had managed to arrange. He had finally found a use for the abundance of cousins he had. 

He and his very good friend Y/N Wood were both about to start their seventh year that September, and so they had decided to make this the best summer of their lives. Every week they made up a new compeition and each day was spent in the other’s company. It was the middle of August and the biggest comeptition yet. 


Both teens took the game very seriously, Y/N a bit more so. Although, who could blame her? Her father was Oliver Wood for Merlin’s sake. He was the best Keeper the League had ever seen and was now his old team’s, Puddlemere United, coach. Unfortunately for Teddy, that meant Y/N had years of training and hereditary insanity about the game under her belt. However, it was something that lead to the creation of The Rules.

The Rules were a list of, well, rules, that Teddy and Y/N had written up on the train ride back from Hogwarts that June. There had been a lot of yelling, swearing, and hexing in order to create The Rules, but in the end both Teddy and Y/N were satisfied with the results. Both teens had a copy on the wall in their rooms.

The Rules:

  • Y/N Wood’s team must consist of all girls
  • Teddy Lupin’s team must consist of all boys
  • Y/N must start training one week after Teddy
  • Both coaches must be present at tryouts
  • Tryouts must be held at the same time
  • The Game must be conducted like a professional game
  • Oliver Wood cannot be referee because he will show favoritism
  • Ginny Potter cannot be referee because she will show favoritism
  • Y/N Wood cannot play Keeper because she has had proper training
  • Teddy Lupin cannot play Chaser because he has had proper training
  • There must mot be any trash-talk
  • There must not be any cheating
  • Whoever wins The Game must admit on bended knee that they were wrong

And that was it. The Rules were on paper. It was Teddy who had accidentaly made it so The Game was a battle of the sexes. Actually, all of their competitions had been a war between the genders. It was started their whole competition thing. 

They had been on the train for about an hour, talking about what they wanted to do that summer. Teddy, being his usual confident self, said, “No matter what we do, Y/N, I’ll beat you.”

“Oh really?” Y/N scoffed. “And why’s that?”

“I’m a bloke.”


“So I have more endurance, more strength, more strategy, and more skill.”

Y/N, however, disagreed. Loudly.

As the friends got off the train, they both had a list of things to do that summer and a copy of The Rules. They had decided that a Quidditch match would be the last competition between them because it tested all of the things that Teddy listed.

One week after returning home for the summer, Teddy and Y/N held tryouts. Not only would whoever made the teams participate in the Quidditch game, but they were also a part of any other competitions that happened over the summer. They had played a muggle game called football, Wizarding Chess, relay races, a game called poker that Uncle Bill and Lorcan Scammander had taught them, and many, many more.

At the moment the two teams were tied at eight-to-eight. This frustrated both team captains to no end, and the outcome of The Game weighed even more heavily than before. 

Right now, Teddy and his team were waiting for Y/N and the girls at the makeshift Quidditch pitch at the Burrow. James and Freddie, Teddy’s chosen Beaters, were hitting a bludger back and forth to work off their nerves. Albus, the Seeker, was racing Scorpious, a Chaser, around the pitch. Lysander Scammander and Hugo, that two remaning Chasers just sat in the center, talking. Teddy himself was pacing. He would be playing Keeper, it was his second best position afterall. Just as Y/N would be playing Seeker for the same reason.

At least, that’s what Teddy thought she would be playing. He actually had no idea. They had agreed that they wouldn’t reveal who would be playing what until The Game. Yes, they knew who was on the team, but that didn’t matter much. Each individual person had their own skills that could be best suited for a certain position. However, that didn’t stop Teddy from preparing against the team he thought Y/N had.

Rose would probably be playing Keeper like her father. Roxanne was most likely a Beater along with Molly. Dominique, Lucy, and Lily were all Chasers, with Y/N herself as Seeker. It’d be a very hard team to beat, but Teddy knew that he had prepared accordingly.

As long as he had the team right. 

Which he did. Of course. It was laughably predictable, just like Y/N. All girls were predictable really.

He hoped. 

“Ready to lose, Lupin?”

Teddy turned to see Y/N Wood smirking up at him as she walked towards him, a Cyclone 06 slung over her shoulder. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore her Quidditch gear. 

“Keep dreaming, Wood.”

“I don’t need to. We all know it’s reality.”

“Sure. Who plays what on your team?”

“Take a guess.”

Teddy didn’t trust the smirk that was steadily growing on his best friend’s face, and he was right not to. After he recited what he thought her team was, Y/N declared, quite cheerfully, “Nope!”

Then she walked over to her team. 

“Wait, what? Y/N!”

But Teddy no longer had a chance to argue with her. The crowd had arrived, along with the referee, Lorcan Scammander. At first, Teddy had been slightly worried that he’d show favoritism because his brother was a Chaser on Teddy’s team, but that was before he came to the realization that Lorcan was far too lazy to do so. It was the entire reason he hadn’t tried out, and he wasn’t on Slytherin Quidditch team. Plus, as Y/N pointed out, Lorcan fancied Domi, who was on her team.

When she said that however, Teddy had simply blinked and stated that Lorcan had a string of girls who worshipped him, while Domi argued with him daily. Y/N merely replied that it was obvious, and the entire world but Lily was oblivious, including Lorcan. 

But that was besides the point. Right now, Teddy and his team were standing in a huddle as they watched the crowd grow. People would think that it’d be a small crowd seeing as all The Game was was really just a ‘friendly’ Quidditch match. They’d be wrong, however. Weasleys all stood waiting for the game to begin, along with the Scammander Brothers’ family. The Longbottoms were there, along with Y/N’s family. Her father, Oliver Wood, was already in an arguement with Teddy’s godmother, Ginny Potter. Draco Malfoy and his best friend, Blaise Zabini, were there as well, looking extremely prepared to scream Scorpiuos on. A multitude of other family, friends, and family friends were there as well. He’d never admit it, but Teddy found it extremely nereve-wracking. 

Charlotte Jordan, another good friend of Teddy’s and Y/N’s, was there to commentate, and she bounced up to Teddy. “Hello, boys,” she grinned. “Think you’ll win The Game?”

“Of course,” James scoffed. “You don’t honestly think-”

“-that the girls could beat us, do you?”

Teddy had always found it terrifying how James and Freddie finished each other’s sentences even though they weren’t twins.

“Well, I talked to Y/N and she said you guys have been prepping all wrong,” Charlotte said, and Teddy could see the same glint of mischievousness her father, Lee Jordan, had. He had to have it, seeing as it was him who started the Potter Watch, and continued it to this day. 

“What do you mean?” Lysander asked, magenta eyebrow raised in precaution.

“Her team. Teddy’s been coaching you against a team he set up, not one Y/N did. And this is Y/N. She’s always been one to go against what people think. She sees the small parts of people and uses that to her advantage. Did you know she was nearly a Slytherin because of it?”

Teddy swore, eyes widening as he wiped his head around to face his friend who was giving her team a pep talk. She met his gaze over Lily’s head, and, noticing Charlotte, smirked.

“I forgot about that,” Teddy whispered, paniked. He looked back at Charlotte. “You’ve got to tell me how she’s set up her team.”

Charlotte stepped back, thrown off by how much her friend resembled a wild animal in that moment, “Uh, well, she made Lily Seeker because of how freakishly obsevant she is. Rose is a Chaser because she’s good at strategizing thanks to chess. Same with Roxanne. Molly’s Keeped because, and I quote, ‘she’s too bloody stubborn to let the Quaffle pass.’ And then Domi and Lucy are the Beaters because they’re the most likely to be underestimated since Lucy is so sweet, and Domi can’t be bothered to actually try hard enough to make some damage.”

“And Y/N’s a Chaser,” Teddy breathed, cutting Charlotte off. Of course, it was obvious now. Y/N hated being Chaser. She was independent and being a Chaser relied to much on other people for her tastes. Teddy groaned, letting his head hang. He should have thought this through, but he hadn’t, and know he knew that he and the boys were practically done for.

“Right then,” he said, suddenly determined. There was no bloody way he was going to let Y/N win and prove him wrong. “If you could excuse us Charlie, I need to give my team a pep talk.”

Charlotte grinned, saluting him as she walked away. “Good luck, boys!”

Albus, however, was less cheerful. “You’re kidding, right Teddy? There’s no way we can beat them!”

“Sure there is!”

“Yeah, right,” Scorpious scoffed. “Y/N’s got you pegged, adn she went for the least likely team available in order to throw us off. And it worked.”

“Come on, Scorp, we’ve got one thing they haven’t.”

“What’s that?” Although nervous at the prospect at being beaten into smithereens by his older sister, Hugo was to curious to not ask the question.

Teddy threw his arms across Lysander’s and James’ shoulders, leaning in close. “We. Are. Men. No matter what those girls throw at us, we are men. Even if we lose, which we won’t, we are men. We. Are. Men. We. Are. Men. We! Are! Men!”

Teddy’s team slowly joined in on his chant, causing it to steadily grow louder until it could be heard all across the pitch. His grin grew to match the intensity of their chant as Teddy looked at his team. He was extremely proud of them. They had worked hard over the summer in preperation of The Game, and still enjoyed their daily practices. Sure, they were screwed, and Teddy was insanely angry at Y/N for being herself and doing the unexpected, but this really had been the best summer of his life, just as she had promised. 

A shrill whistle broke through their chant, and Lorcan’s lazy drawl followed it, “The Game starts now. Captains shake hands.”

“Nice chant there, Lupin,” Y/N smirked, squeezing harder than Teddy thought her capable of. “But if you want to win you should do something more empowering. Next time try ‘we are women.’”

Teddy smirked back at her, and squeezed in return, “I thought there was a rule against trash talk.”

Y/N rolled her yes. “Like Lorcan would notice.”

Teddy glanced at the blond and had to agree. Lorcan only paid attention when it benefitted him or when he felt like it. He probably wouldn’t give a damn until they were up in the air, and would stop caring as soon as they landed. 

Charlotte’s voice rang through the air. “THE SNICTH IS IN THE AIR AND THEY ARE OFF!”

“I suppose you deserve a congratulations, then.”

“Thanks, we appreciate it.”

Teddy Lupin scowled, glaring at his former best friend, Y/N Wood. It had taken three professional opinions for him to accept it, but the girls hadn’t cheated. Lorcan Scammander had told him that with his usual nonchalance. Oliver Wood had told him that with not-at-all covered elation. Ginny Potter had told him that with obvious confliction, stuck between being disappointed her godson lost and ecstatic that a team of all girls won.. 

At the moment, Teddy and Y/N were sitting next to the pond as everyone else ate dinner at the Burrow. Y/N hadn’t been able to stop grinning after Teddy had kneeled in front of her and all of they spectators and stated, quite clearly, “Y/N Wood, you were right and I was wrong. I was a sexist pighead, and all woman are superior.” It had annoyed Teddy at first, but he was steadily growing fond of her childlike pride.

“Was I right?”

“I already told you that,” Teddy groaned. And he had. In front of everyone.

“Not that,” Y/N laughed. “This summer. Was it the best one of you life?”

Teddy grinned at his friend and nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

“Good, I’m glad.” 

The two sat there in a comfortable silence for awhile, just admiring the view. Fireflies lit up the evening every now and then, and it seemed like Y/N was unable to look away from the surprisingly beautiful pond. Teddy, on the other hand, was unable to look away from her. She had taken her hair out of it’s ponytail and it now rested on her shoulders. Teddy had the rather bizzare desire to run his hands through it.

“Hey, Teddy?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“I think I have an idea to make it even better.”

She turned to face him, looking just as mischievious as she had when she had walked onto the pitch earlier that day. 

“And what’s that?” Teddy whispered.

“Kiss me.”

WIthout giving him a chance to reply, or even process her words, Y/N had pressed her lips to his. The kiss was short and sweet and undeniably perfect.

Once again, Y/N had shocked Teddy by doing the unpredictable. This time though, he wasn’t complaining. It really did make their summer even better.

Is this fluff? This is fluff right? I hope so. I don’t really know, but I liked it so I hope you all do as well!

-Admin Nox

Unfinished Business Part 17


Genre: action, fluff, angst, strong language, +18 content, gang material,

Read to find out who the reader will end up with. There will be several chapters of this so I hope you’re ready to die and anticipate many things. <3 love youuuu (don’t hate me)

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Spring Season | Final Impression

Spring Season is really over. I still remember how much I was waiting for this season and how I couldn’t wait anymore and now it’s really over. I have to say that the season was just as great as I expected it to be. So many great shows, so many suprises and yes some of my favorite anime were in this season. Since Winter 2013 I was following every season and this might not have been the best one but definetly the season I was looking forward to the most.

Hibike! Euphonium

And to start with my most favorite Hibike Euphonium was my number 1 of the season. Hibike was one of the shows I definetly wanted to watch since it’s from Kyoani but to be honest I didn’t expected much. I kinda expected something similair to K-On but rather bad. I also have to say that even though I like Kyoani I wasn’t really happy about their latest anime.

I mean what did we got ? Amagi Brilliant Park was nice but turned kinda okayish in the second half. Free… is Free, the second season of Chuunibyou sucked hard, Kyoukai No Kanata was okay, Tamako Market’s movie was better then the anime and yeah then we have the first season of Chuunibyou which I really liked. So it has been years since the last show I really really liked from Kyoani. So of course I didn’t had high expectations. But luckily I got suprised. Not only is it way different then K-On it ended up being a masterpiece.

First an anime about a bandclub is something which rarely happens and I think this is also the first anime about brass instruments. What I really liked about this show was the pretty realistic potrayal of the band. The personalities of the characters were really good and also rather unique. Sure you usually get stereotype characters in Kyoani anime but this time it was different. Every character was important and unique. Be it main character or only a side character. Also good to see was that they all had more sides to their personalities which many characters lack mostly. With Kumiko as the main character she definetly is one of my all time favorite character.

Her personal struggle, her attitude really everything was great. Let me not even start to talk about Reina.

The plot was really good. I expected a light plot for this anime and yes it kinda is at times but overall it can get pretty dramatic and shows us that life can be pretty hard. If you wanna make good music you have to work hard and even this is not enough sometimes as someone else can still be better then you. Here I have to praise Kyoani again. The love in the details. The way they are potraying the characters practicing was brilliant. The characters are practicing. Practicing at lunch, at home, at night basically when ever they can to improve.

The soundtrack of this anime was amazing too. The music was beautiful and even for some one who has no idea about music you could tell if someone was playing an instrument better then someone else even if it was only slightly better. Again the love in the details. You could hear every little mistake they made or if they improved and seriously I could talk the whole day about how great the musical aspect of this anime is.

Since it’s Kyoani of course I expected good no great animation. But holy cow this was beyond good. I think this is their best work in terms of animation and it was easily on movie level and definetly not something they would usually show on TV. The freaking love in the details lol. The way the water is animated, crickets, scenaries, body language everything works damn good.

Before I forget. Many people actually only watch the show because of Kumiko and Reina. Since Kyoani likes to show them together and makes the viewer feel the yuri between them . But honestly this is definetly not the reason why you should watch the anime. Watch it because it’s a masterpiece.

(the relationship between Kumiko and Reina is just a plus lol).

So yes definetly my favorite anime of the season.

Actually I planned to write only short opinions about the anime but this was kinda long lol.

Plastic Memories

If I would describe Plastic Memories in two words then it would be wasted potential. Now I don’t say Plastic Memories is bad. I actually really enjoyed it but the wasted potential is a fact you can’t ignore because it could have been so much better. The problem I had with Plastic Memories is that it didn’t know what it want to be. A story about the future and how androids would work in our society ? Something similair to Eve no Jikan ? etc etc. but Plastic Memories ended up chosing the weirdest route. The romance route. Now after the first episodes you would expect something way different. Sure I saw it coming a romance between them but dayum the whole setting didn’t mattered at all in the second half. The whole focus changed to the romance between them and this was something I found really dissapointing because Plastic Memories had the chance to be a very impressive anime. This way it’s still good and a cute story but far away from being as good as it could be.

Arslan Senki

Look I really want to like this but I can’t. I don’t know if my expectations were just too high or something else but it is very hard to make myself watch the latest episode every week. But when I’m actually watching it it’s not like I dislike it. I just find it very boring and incredibly slow paced. Let me quote ANN “The Heroic Legend of Arslan continues to be a bizarre mix of strengths and faults.” and this is exactly what I would say too. The concept is good, the story is interesting and the setting is nice too but so far it’s just not really exciting. The story is pretty similair to Akatsuki no Yona which I actually really enjoyed. Overall not a bad show but I do hope the second half gets better.

Yamada-kun to 7-nin no Majo

Yamada was just the way I expected it to be. A decent anime which is fun to watch. Not more not less. I kinda liked the concept and general idea of the anime. It’s unique and I honestly wouldn’t mind another season. I heard the manga is better though so let’s see maybe I read it.

Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works 2nd Season

I say it again. I don’t understand what’s so great about this anime. The animation is awesome but I found the story rather boring and the only characters who are actually cool are Lancer and Saber. That’s it. But oh well I’m finally done with this anime. (That opening though. Epic as hell.)


Another decent anime. I don’t really have much to say about this one. You won’t miss anything if you don’t watch it but I’m happy I did. It had some great episodes and overall managed to be a nice anime.

My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU TOO!

This was one of the anime I have been waiting for in the Spring Season. I really liked season 1 so I expected this season to be just as good but I was wrong. This season is so much better then the first season that I started loving the whole series. This is after Hibike my favorite anime of the season. But why is this season so much better then season 1 ? First the animation. Now that I compare both seasons I realize how much better the new animation is. Every character looks better then before and also the general animation is more fluid and more detailed. The other aspect is the story. Some people were saying it’s too dramatic but I really enjoyed the drama. I liked the development of the characters and how their relationship kept changing. The ending was kinda mean lol so I hope we get more at one point but this anime really impressed me overall.


It’s all about Hestia. I think the most people know how much hype Hestia made in Japan and in the internet. Everyone loves Hestia but what about the anime itself ? It’s decent. At first I expected it to be a Sao clone. Sure it has nothing to do with gaming but the whole dungeon thing kinda reminded me of Sao. But it stands on its own feet and was an entertaining anime. Definetly wouldn’t mind another season.

Shokugeki no Souma

Not gonna lie I can’t believe how much I love this anime. I love it so much I actually started buying the manga for it. It’s entertaining, it has great characters and it keeps making you hungry lol. I’m gonna write more about it when it’s actually finished though. But so far fantastic.


Very very very dissapointing. I know that Nisekoi barely moves forward with the plot. Obviously otherwise it would have ended ages ago. And I actually don’t really mind those random chapters/episodes but this season was very boring. The whole season was a filler and a bunch of random episodes. And again I don’t really mind usually but the episodes weren’t really good either. First I don’t really like Chitoge so the episodes with her were okayish and there were quite a lot of episodes foccused on her. And the characters I actually like Marika, Tsugumi and Onodera didn’t really got that much screentime. I also had high expectations on Haru but she’s not really that great either.

Overall a very dissapointing and random season.

Danna ga Nani wo Itteiru ka Wakaranai Ken 2 Sure-me

Just as random as Nisekoi was the second season of Danna ga Nani wo Itteiru ka Wakaranai Ken 2 Sure-me. But if you liked the first season you will like this season too. I’m sad we didn’t got to see the baby though so bring on the third season.


Wow. The hell happened to this anime in the second half ? It suddenly started getting pretty good. Something I wouldn’t expect at all from the first few episodes. I mean it’s not like I enjoyed this anime a lot but it did got quite interesting in the second half and was actually worth watching. So if you dropped this anime after the first episodes you could give it another try. It’s not that bad actually.

Kyoukai no Rinne

I love Rumiko and I liked all her shows so far and Rinne is also one of them. The beginning was kinda weird (okay all Rumiko anime and manga are weird) but now after 12 episodes I’m really enjoying this anime as it’s really typical Rumiko. The characters and the dialogs are just as absurd as you would expect it and that’s what I want to see.

Ore Monogatari!!

Suprised Madhouse picked a romance anime . But what is not suprising is that the show is really good. Very entertaining and kinda different romance story. But just like Soma I’m going to write more about this after it’s finished.

Kekkai Sensen

Why is the whole Gintama cast (voice actors) in this anime ? After watching the first few episodes I know why. Because the characters are also a bunch of weirdos. And that’s the strongest part of Kekkai. The crazy characters are just hilarious. Specially Zapp is great. In every episode you will see the characters being in crazy situations and everytime when the City is exploding you keep wondering why the hell does anyone live there. The anime is still not finished since the last episode got delayed so I’m still waiting for it. For everyone else who didn’t watched this. This anime is pure entertaiment.

Owari no Seraph

It can’t get more generic then Owari no Seraph. But being generic doesn’t mean it’s bad. It just means it’s very predictable and has elements you saw in different shows already. So basically to stand out it needs to have something unique. It doesn’t actually lol but it’s still not a bad anime. I can see why people would love this but I’m not the biggest fan of this show. Still kept me interested enough to make me want to watch season 2.

Assassination Classroom

I’m really sad actually that this anime ended. It was a great anime and stayed good till the end. It had some good character development, it’s funny and the anime overall is unique. Can’t wait for the new season in the Winter Season. I’m not sure if I can wait this long though so I might start the manga soon.


My favorite anime returned do I even have to say something ?

Next week Shinigami Arc. Do I even have to say something ?


More anime I finished but I don’t want to talk about because I’m too lazy or it was too bad:

Hello! Kiniro Mosaic

Urawa no Usagi-Chan


Houkago no Pleiades

Mikagura Gakuen Kumikyoku



Vampire Holmes

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