and people wonder why i fell in love with this girl

By Heart [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff [Possibly M?]

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: The universe had a funny way of making you deal with your problems, namely, your ex-boyfriend.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.

Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.

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This is a fic for @mutantgurls for her prompt: Galra Lance with alien Paladins. Any ship (I lost your ask sorry! 💙 your other prompts are being worked on rn)

It had surprised even Lance himself that he was Galra. They all had been chosen as Paladins for Voltron because they were aliens. Shiro and Keith are half Altean(They are related to Allura and Coran. They figured it out through a DNA test), Hunk is Balmera, and Pidge is Olkari.

When Lance told them he was Galra they were surprised quite a bit. They thought maybe he was a Mer or even Altean but not Galran. It had been a really harsh surprise for Allura and Coran. They didn’t trust Lance as much as they used to which hurt Lance. It took a bit but slowly they began to trust him again and made it up to him for how they had acted to him.

Shiro and Keith were pleasantly surprised honestly, they had wanted Lance In their relationship for a long time and having another Altean would be a bit stressful with all their dominant personalities.

Despite Keith and Shiro kept flirting and coming on to Lance, the poor oblivious boy did not notice it at all. Honestly, he was not observant to when people actually liked him back. He did really love Keith and Shiro, but his own mental problems held him back from being confident enough to ask about it.

It was not uncommon for relationships to be between three people so that worry for Lance was non-existent. His main worry was rejection, he hated rejection. He had asked many girls out before and each time he was rejected heartlessly. It crushed his confidence with relationships and his anxiety destroyed his hope for love.

It had been a while since Shiro and Keith began pampering Lance without his notice to their actions. Lance found stuffed animals, blankets, clothes, and sometimes jewelry in his room or in blue. As he continued to gather them he was wondering on who kept giving him the presents. He asked around the castle and everyone said they didn’t know. It bewildered Lance as he tried to figure it out by himself.

Finally he figured out that two certain half Alteans were trying to pamper him. He was confused and was not sure why they wanted him. He was Galra, the species they were fighting against, and he was Lance. No one ever wanted to date Lance usually. It took a while but he finally gave in and said yes to them, them being very persistent about wanting to try and have him in their relationship.

-_-_-

“I mean it took you about three months to figure out who was giving you gifts Kitten,“ Shiro commented as Lance looked at him with a dramatic accused gasp.

"First off rude, and I’m not the one who said "Hey I like your face” when I was asking someone out,“ Lance retorted, bringing Keith into it. Keith sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I’m not in this, leave me out of it all,” Keith said as he ran his fingers through Lance’s thick hair. His fingers rubbed behind his ears and instantly Lance relaxed and fell into him.

“Why must you be so comfortable Keith?” Lance whined as he snuggled more into Keith with a sigh. Keith chuckled, rumbling underneath Lance’s ear, making him start putting happily.

Keith smiled and looked to Shiro with a soft smile on his lips.

“Come on over or are you still brooding about the argument that Lance completely forgot about?”

Shiro huffed and joined the little cuddle puddle, beaming happily.

“You two are insufferable with your cuteness,” Shiro said as he wrapped his arms around the two gently as to not startle the cute purring boy in Keith’s lap.

“We may be the death of you one day. Lance might cuddle and purr you to death,” Keith teased, poking Shiro’s arm gently.

The two laughed and then instantly hushed as Lance groaned quietly and cuddled closer, sighing softly as he fell back into deep sleep

Subconsciously they had held their breath as Lance stirred, after he settled down they let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to wake up such cute sleeping kittens??” Keith joked with a smirk.

Shiro rolled his eyes and held his two boyfriends closer. “Stop teasing and take a nap. You never sleep unless we’re all together,” he said with a smile as Keith nodded sleepily.

“I love you two so much.”

-_-_-

I really hope you liked the fluff I made this into!!! Sorry this took so long but here it is! 💙

2

Childhood friends / 5080 words

Catch up

May 2017

Part One

“I miss you.” He groaned down the phone, clearly half asleep.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled a little further into my bed. “Time you flying back?”

“Mm… dunno. Whenever they wake me up. My heads gone, Lulu. Barely know where I am.”

“You’re in New York.” I told him through a giggle.

Even though he was due back in London the next day, our work schedules weren’t allowing us to spend time together, even still. We’d had over a month without seeing each other, just texts and phone-calls whenever he had the time.
It was what I’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t easy.

“Okay. Then London. London after that, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Gunna try my best to sneak off and come see you, okay? I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.”

I knew he only had a day or so in London before he flew back out to the states, so although he said he was going to try, I didn’t even allow myself to get excited over the thought of seeing him. I knew it wouldn’t happen, no matter how much we both wanted it to.

“Okay.” I tried not to sound too disheartened. “Nearly album time.”

“Don’t.” He sighed.

The closer it got to his album being released, the more nervous he became. It was just two short days away, and he pretty much refused to talk about it. The reaction he’d had to the single was more than we’d ever expected it to be, review after review pouring in praising the song to the high heavens, but if anything, it had just made him worse.
He was feeling the pressure like a literal weight on his body.

“It’s gunna be great, Harry. Don’t worry about it. Besides, the most important thing is that you love it, and you’re proud of it. This is music is for you. No one else.”

“Sent you a copy.” He yawned, eager to stay awake for as long as he could since we hadn’t spoken over the phone for days.

“You did?”

“Mm. The vinyl. You should get it tomorrow so… a day earlier than most.”

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I mean… it’s possible you play a bit of a role in the album so… you deserve it.”

Shock silenced me for a short while, bolting upright in bed, thinking he was just joking with me and he was about to burst out laughing. I should have known he’d was too tired to make any kind of joke, he could barely speak! But Harry was good at cracking a joke at the most inconvenient of times, I just figured this was another one.

“Harry, this is the point where you tell me you’re joking!”

“But I’m not.”

“Harry, I’m fucking warning you!”

“Lulu, your voice is loud. Shush. My ears, they’re delicate. M’tired.”

“Harry, I’m pretty sure it’s the afternoon where you are.”

“Been up since four though.”

“YOU’VE STILL NOT TOLD ME YOU’RE JOKING!”

“Track one.” He replied, unable to lift his tone to match mine. “It’s yours.”

“Meet Me in the Hallway?”

“Awh. You know the track-list! I fucking love you!”

I could picture it perfectly, the dopey smile on his face as sleep crept closer and closer. It somehow made me soften, becoming less agitated.
But not entirely.

“Harry, you must be bullshitting me.” I exhaled. “You wrote the album after we’d met once, for the first time in six years!”

“But it wasn’t just any old person, was it? It was you!”

“But-”

“I told you you’d always been on my mind.”

“Well, what are the lyrics?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Haz-”

“It’s about… if you had ever turned around, and asked me to be there, I would have been. If you had ever… said you wanted me, I would have been yours. Six years ago. Three years ago. Now. Never changed.”

I pretty much collapsed after that, falling back down onto my bed and slapping my free hand against my forehead, wondering how it was possible that Harry had felt so intensely for me all those years.
But what I had to understand was that we were in completely different positions. For me, Harry gone off, practically forgotten about his old life and his old friends, and was elevated to this level of fame where I felt like I had to completely disassociate myself from him. He became like some kind of myth, rather than someone I’d once been close to.
But for Harry, he’d been thrust into this completely different life so quickly, that I became a representation of something he used to have, someone he used to like. I became this almost shimmering memory to him, something he found himself longing for. I guess maybe he felt like something that could have been was snatched from him before he knew what was happening. Whilst I was trying to forget him, he was missing me.
Of course we’d view things differently. That’s what happens with two people who live completely separate lives. The world can look completely different to two different people. Memories can be completely different for two people.
I lay there for a while, trying to find the right words to say.
There were only three that made sense.

“I love you.”

I didn’t get a reply, which at first made me furrow my brows, confused as to why I wasn’t getting an answer from him.
I figured it out pretty quickly.

“Haz? You asleep?” I heard him breathing, but nothing else. “Goodnight, Haz.”

Part Two

“What the hell has been going on with you?” Katherine asked, the rest of the girls all leaning forward in eager anticipation to hear my answer. “Feels like we’ve barely seen you.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I lied, terribly. “I’ve just been… busy.”

“With what?”

“I’ve been going home more than usual.” I thought on my feet. “Y’know what my mums like. She gets well lonely and like… I just wanted to go and keep her company.”

“Maybe you should get her a dog or something.”

“She’s got three cats! That’ll have to do.”

I knew they wouldn’t quiz me for too long, because they knew full well that I was a bit of a closed book. I barely ever opened up to them anyway, so it wasn’t like they could see any difference in how I was acting.
I was thankful for that, really. I loved and trusted my friends endlessly, but I still didn’t want to tell them what was going on between myself and Harry. It was still early days really, no matter how intense it was, no matter how deep our feelings. It wasn’t something that could just be innocent gossip, there were bound to be repercussions of people knowing. It felt best to just keep things quiet for as long as we physically could. We were already facing enough challenges without other people breathing down our necks.
But there were certain downsides to people not knowing, and I was about to encounter one of them.

“Guys, I have some news.” Ella sighed.

It was me, Kat, Ella and Gabby. Or, the ‘core four’ as we liked to call ourselves. I’d gone to uni with Gabby and Kat, and we’d picked up Ella at some point along the way after bumping into her numerous times on various nights down the pub. They were my girls.
The three of us sat forward, eager for her to continue, but a little worried thanks to the tone in her voice.
When I saw she had tears in her eyes, my worry turned to dread, my stomach fell to the floor.

“Tom broke up with me.” She trembled.

“Fuck. Off.” I gawped. “Fuck off. You’re kidding me?”

“He did it yesterday.”

“You’re having me on? There’s no fucking way!”

She shrugged, the tears finally spilling and Kat pulled her under her wing immediately, Ella hiding her face and sobbing uncontrollably.
The three of us looked at each other wide eyed, trying to grasp at what she’d just told us because it literally didn’t commute. Her and Tom had been together for years. We’d all been squealing about how we were expecting him to propose any day for months. I had always said, for as long as I could remember, that my aim in life was to find a boy who looked at me the way Tom looked at Ella.
I was utterly convinced they were perfect for each other.
It was kind of earth shattering for us, in that moment. We’d never known her without Tom. We never thought we would. And if that’s how we were feeling, I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.
It was a while before she calmed down enough to lift her head back up and face our sad little faces again, and I was just waiting for Gabby to crack a joke, because that was exactly what she was good at and it was exactly the right thing to put a smile on Ella’s face, no matter how inappropriate the joke.

“Well, I’m fuming because I had money on you being the first one of us to get married. For god sake. What a let-down.”

Me and Kat laughed awkwardly, whereas Ella laughed appreciatively, wiping away her final few tears and trying to compose herself.

“Did he say why?” I questioned.

“I think this is the worst part.” She sighed.

“If he cheated on you, I will literally murder him.” Kat scowled, and I wasn’t entirely convinced she was joking.

“No. He just… fell out of love with me.” I thought I could hear her heart breaking as she said that. “No real reason behind it. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. He just… stopped loving me. He seemed just as gutted about it as I am but… it just happens, doesn’t it?”

All I could think in that moment was that I was absolutely baffled that anyone, in any situation, could manage to make a relationship work.
I think the only reason I wasn’t completely cynical and against the entire idea of relationship was because my parents had been so happy together before my father passed away. They loved each other so much.
But I couldn’t help but start thinking about how hard relationships were, even in really normal situations. It takes work to be with someone, and Ella was sat there in front of me telling us all that there was actually no good reason behind their break up, no argument, no cheating. Their relationship hadn’t spiralled out of control or ended bitterly… it just faded, disappeared in front of their eyes even though it was the last thing they wanted. That’s the kind of thing you can’t fight. You can’t work through something like that.
I felt sick. I felt so, so sick.

“That’s fucking horrible.” Kat shivered.

“I could tell that it killed him, telling me. It was horrifying. I wish… he’d done something to me. I wish he’d cheated or… just done something so I could be angry at him, but he hasn’t. He just doesn’t love me anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, El.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. “What we can do to cheer you up?”

“Can we just get very drunk and talk to lots of men?”

“You sure about that?” I cringed. “Most men are awful. It’s only going to make you feel worse.”

“I probably need reminding that men are awful, to be honest.”

“Okay, well, good news,” Gabby grinned. “Those lads at the bar look like absolute wankers, and there’s four of them, which gives us one each. Now we’re all single and lonely. Lulu, wave them over.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll go get them.” Kat squealed, jumping up to her feet.

The girls would often try to pair me off with men we met on nights out, and they failed miserably every single time. I was thankful for that, because it meant that it wouldn’t be irregular for me not to show any of them attention, but I still didn’t want to go through with it. I usually humoured the girls a little by flirting, at least, even when I knew nothing would come of it, but I knew I wasn’t even going to do that. I couldn’t. It just wouldn’t feel right.
I was praying they wouldn’t pick up on it.
I watched awkwardly as Kat chatted to them briefly, pointing our way, and they definitely looked intrigued by us.

“Fuck sake.” I mumbled.

“They don’t look that bad.” Gabby lied to herself. “The blonde one is kinda cute.”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Why do you never go off with any of the boys we pick for you? You’ve never had a one night stand, Lulu, and you really should.”

“Because you all have terrible choice in men, basically. And I don’t want one, thanks!”

For a moment, I craved a regular relationship, one where I could openly tell my friends what was happening without having to worry. I wished I could just tell them that I wasn’t interested because I was actually in love with someone.
But it was Harry who I was in love with, and Harry brought drama and attention, two things I really didn’t want to put up with. I got enough bother just by knowing him.
I wished for some normality, just for a moment.

“I might.” Ella sulked, and it was clear that she was trying to convince herself that Tom was awful when we all bloody knew he wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before Kat was walking back over with the boys trailing quietly behind her, giving each other looks as if they thought they were really in there with us.
I shuffled around to make room, for them, scraping my stool across the floor to get as close to Ella and as far away from the boys as physically possible.

“Guys, this is Tom, Thomas and Tim.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself, as quietly as I could.

“All very similar names.” Gabby spoke loudly, not shying away like I was. “I don’t believe you. Are you fake naming us?”

They began chatting casual back and forth, adamant that they weren’t fake naming us and adamant that we got a bottle of wine for the table.
Ella leaned in closer to me, speaking quietly so only I could take in what she was saying.

“You have to teach me how to flirt,” She whispered. “Because I have no idea.”

“You think I do?” I squealed as quietly as I could. “Do you know me at all? I’m uselesss. I have you even seen the colour my cheeks go when I’m even near to an attractive person?”

“Oh my god I’m going to die alone. Oh my god.” She panicked. “Please die alone with me.”

I nodded, and took her hand in mine beneath the table, slotting our fingers together and squeezing her hand tightly, hoping the action with help her to hold back tears, and it seemed to.
In my desperate crave for a little bit of normality, I took my eyes to look at Ella, thinking of how much I trusted the girl and how that if I was going to tell anyone, it would have to be her. All I could think about was that it would be nice to speak with someone about my boyfriend, someone other than my bloody mother who I knew wasn’t 100% on the idea of it anyway. I wanted to have even just one person who knew about my relationship, just so I could talk about things and have someone there who could understand the position I was in.
Besides, it felt like the drama of my announcement might be something that could distract her from her current misery.

“You wanna go for lunch tomorrow?” I offered. “We need a catch up.”

“Yeah, sure.” She smiled. “Let’s get through tonight first.”

I let out a big sigh and nodded, the two of us dreading the evening ahead but not quite willing to admit it.
So we endured it. We endured the shit chat-up lines and we endured the mindless conversations, and we both endured our whirring minds that kept returning to boys who weren’t by our sides, and weren’t going to be by our sides any time soon.

Part Three

The room was spinning when I landed on my bed and stared up to my ceiling, hiccupping loudly and feeling a little bit sick.
It didn’t take me long to reach the conclusion that it was a wonderful idea to give Harry a call, because of course he’d want to speak to me at three o’clock in the morning when his sleeping pattern was already in tatters and I wouldn’t even remember it the next day. Ideal time to call.
But all I knew was I wanted to hear his voice.
The glow of my phone somehow made me even dizzier as I scrolled through my calls until I found his name, tapping and then putting him on speaker before placing my phone on my chest, closing my eyes, and listening to the dial tone.
It didn’t last long.

“Mm’ello?” Harry groaned, and it was obvious I’d just woke him up.

“HI I LOVE YOU!”

I managed to get a laugh out of him instantly, when really, I’d just been expecting him to groan and ask me why the hell I was calling him at such a ridiculous hour.
It was immediately noticeable that he wasn’t mad at me, and I was immediately relieved.

“I love you too.” He eventually giggled back. “What bloody time is it?”

“It’s late. I’m sorry. I got a bit drunk.”

“Yeah? You okay? Not throwing up or anything?”

“Uhh, not yet but… I might. I feel a bit sick. Got a kebab.”

“Was it nice? You had a nice night?”

“Nooooooo. No.” I turned on my side, my phone slipping and hitting the bed as I hiccupped again. “The girls were trying to force lads on me.”

“Hope you told them to fuck off and that you had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah but none of my friends even know I have a boyfriend.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend.”

He didn’t say anything. The only noise I could hear was a slight shuffling, like maybe he was repositioning himself, forcing himself to wake up a bit and go through this conversation without the risk of falling back to sleep at any moment, even though I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t just start snoring whilst he was still chatting.

“Right. Shit. I didn’t really think about that.” He cleared his throat.

“So I went along with it a little bit but kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Y’know, you can tell anyone you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t… talk about things with your mates. That’s not fair.”

“I’m gunna tell Ella. Don’t want everyone to know anyway. I’m gunna tell Ella. T’Ella.”

“Okay.” He tittered. “But, I just want you to know that… This is all on your terms, alright? You can tell anyone you want and talk about us as much as you want. If you need this to be… normal, then treat it like it is. If there are repercussions to that, it’s fine! We’ll deal with it. I don’t want you to think you have to hold back on how you feel. I think… Shit. Never mind.”

“Oh you can’t do that!” I complained. “Tell me what you were gunna say!”

He went quiet again, and the pounding in my head changed from the sign of a fun night into something completely different. I picked my phone up and turned it off speaker, trying to cover another hiccup as I sat upright and pressed my phone against my ear, waiting for his answer.

“Okay.” He sighed. “I just… I think you went long enough choosing to ignore your own emotions. I don’t now want you to have to do that through force or fear. This is yours! They’re your feelings and it’s your situation and… you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. Okay?”

I think I kind of sobered up a little, just hearing him say that. It may have seemed small, and insignificant, but it really meant so much. Harry was a private person, he didn’t care to share too many aspects of his life no matter how many people were interested to know. He kept quiet. It was an important part of how he dealt with his life.
He was willing to put all that aside and throw caution to the wind in order to help me feel like we could work together normally, and so I wouldn’t feel as though I had to purposefully hide emotions that I’d been subconsciously hiding for years. There was this obvious tone in his voice that made it clear that he really didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t like it was a big deal for him, something he’d given a lot of thought to and then reached this conclusion. It was simple. It was the obvious answer. It was a given.

“I love you.” I told him. “I’m still not gunna tell everyone but… Thank you. I’m glad that I can talk about it. That’s nice. You’re nice.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” I heard him settling again. “It’s killing me. I’m not used to missing anyone this much.”

“I love you and you love me and everything is good.” I spoke absentmindedly as I slumped back down on my bed.

“I know I know, but I miss you. I miss that… thing we have.”

“What thing?”

“When… we’re together, fucking sparks fly, Lulu.” He sighed. “I mean… I kinda thought it would fade away but, it never has. It’s like… one of my favourite feelings in the world. Just being around you and… seeing and feeling those sparks. I dunno. I’ve just… I’ve never had anything like that before. I miss you so much and I just want you here with me, but… I miss those sparks too. I miss the feeling.”

“You get well deep when you’re tired.” I smirked. “I’m too drunk for this.”

“Fuck off, you!” He blurt out a heavy laugh. “You’re such a dick. Fuck off. Go to sleep.”

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I’m never sharing my feelings with you again, Little Lulu Lamb.”

I wished that he could lull me to sleep with a soft song. I wished I had that every night, his soothing voice quietly singing songs to me as I drifted into another realm. I wondered briefly if we’d ever be lucky enough to be in that position, where we weren’t in either his bed, or my bed, but we’d be in our bed. He could be there night after night, and I wouldn’t have to miss him so much.

“I didn’t get chance to speak to you yesterday,” I hiccupped for good measure. “But I love the song.”

“You listened?”

“Obviously. It’s amazing. My favourite from the whole album.”

“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”

“I don’t care. It’s blatantly the best one. But they’re all good. Well proud of you.”

“Thank you, Gorgeous. Now c’mon. Get some sleep.”

To say Harry loved praise so much, he actually couldn’t accept it that well. He’d just get all shy and struggle to think of the best way to respond. He’d just brush past it, place thanks on other people, ignore it, but he’d have this wonderful little smile on his face that proved the words had gone in.
I wished I could see it then.

“Goodnight, Haz.”

“Goodnight, Lamb. I promise I’ll see you soon, alright?”

But I couldn’t even reply. My head was too heavy on the pillow, my mind slipping from one state to another, and I fell asleep there and then, happy that his voice was the last thing to bless my ringing ears.

Part Four

I’d never woken up to so many texts in my damn life.
I knew it wasn’t a good sign.
I had texts from Harry, my mum, all my friends, even my boss had decided to this was something worth texting me about even though we’d never exchanged a word via that medium before. I should have predicted it wasn’t good news, but my head was already pounding from the numerous pints I’d knocked back the night before. I kind of figured I’d just done something exceptionally humiliating and they were all just taking the piss out of me for it.
That would have been a nicer thing to wake up to.
The text that really caught my attention, and stood out amongst the others, was the one from Gabby.

Gabby:
Why the fuck didn
’t you tell us you’re shagging Harry Styles? That’s very important information!

“You have to be kidding me? What the fuck?”

I then ignored everyone else and went straight to my messages from Harry, hoping it was there that I’d find some kind of explanation as to why it suddenly seemed like every single person I knew was well aware of something we’d tried to keep hidden.
His text was simple.

Haz:
Don
’t read the articles. Make all your social media private. Ignore everything. Just let it pass.

“No no no no no.” I finally sat upright, a curdling in my stomach.

Despite knowing better, the first thing I did was google Harry’s name and look at the most recent media articles, even though it was utterly predictable what had happened and viewing what they were saying word for word wouldn’t do me any good. But I genuinely couldn’t help myself.
The headline that greeted me made me roll my eyes so fast I thought they’d never come back down.
The article that followed made me want to hurl, especially since the picture of my face played such a big role.

Fuck the Daily Mail.”

Harry Styles finally ties himself down with childhood sweetheart.
Of all the supermodels our favourite former boyband member has sitting in his contacts waiting for that call back he promised them, it seems that heartthrob Harry has settled on your average girl next door, sparking hope amongst fans everywhere that they might one day be lucky enough to be a notch on his bedpost after all.
Twenty Two year old, Tallulah Lambert-


“That’s wrong. That’s all wrong. That’s not even my fucking name oh my god!”

-and Harry are rumoured to have made their relationship official after meeting again whilst the two of them were filming Dunkirk, Harry’s acting debut.

“Apparently I’m in Dunkirk. Brilliant. Nice journalism, fuckwits.”

“It was a slow start, but Harry’s really into her.” Said a source close to the two of them. “They grew up together so there are a lot of feelings there from when they were kids. He thinks she might be the one.”
It’s rumoured that Harry even turned down his on-and-off again girlfriend, Kendall Jenner, who wanted to give their relationship one last try, in the hopes of really making things work with Tallulah, who recently quit her job to spend more time on the road with her boyfriend as he pursues his solo career.
“She’s aware that if she’s not around all the time, he could lose interest pretty quickly, so she’s made sure she will always be there. Harry likes it, though. He likes being forced to commit or he just won’t.”


“Where the fuck did they even find that?” I gestured wildly at a picture of me and Harry from school, uniforms on and arms around each other, before scoffing loudly. “Quit my bloody job. Idiot. You should quit your job since you’re bloody useless at it.”

There were so many pictures of us. There were even some that I was convinced I’d never seen before from when we were younger. Then, of course, they brought up the pap pics that had been taken when I was out in fucking LA, and I swear I’d never regretted going somewhere so much before. The whole thing had been an absolute shambles, and it was still cropping back up to bite me.

The two love birds are yet to make an official statement and haven’t been seen together since February, but sources say that the two of them are still going strong after almost a year of dating.
But these things always end in heartbreak, and we hope Tallulah can stand the heat because the ovens about to get really hot.


“This is a joke.” I mumbled to myself, kind of laughing. “This is an absolute joke.”

I ignored all my unopened messages and went to call Harry instead, because he was literally the only person I cared about hearing from. I didn’t give a fuck what my friends had to say or my mum or my bloody boss and numerous other work colleagues who were once again being intrusive about my personal life, all I cared about was talking to Harry.
He answered relatively quickly.

“Hi, Little Lulu Lamb.” He replied, and he sounded so miserable I wanted to cry.

I hated the thought of him being sad. Of course it was frustrating, but all I could think was that it was done. It was done and we’d have to deal with it and there was no point beating ourselves up or feeling badly about it. We’d just have to deal with it. We didn’t have any other options.
I didn’t want to feel sad. It wouldn’t get us anywhere. And I really did not want Harry to be sad, because I knew it would be on my behalf more than on his own.
So I decided the only way forward, was to prove that I was unfazed by the bullshit the media had conjured up with little to no information.

“So, who the fuck is this Tallulah?” I smirked.

Hearing him burst out laughing was one of the nicest noises I’d ever heard, and I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling that we’d be okay, despite everyone knowing and despite the fact that we would have distance between us for the foreseeable future, I had the strange moment of calm.
Like maybe we could really make things work.
Like maybe our feelings really did put all those other trivial things to shame.

→ nudes, not flowers | 01

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x reader x Jungkook

☆ genre → smut || fuckboi!au

warnings  public sex, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!junghope, demeaning names during sex if you aren’t into that, jealousy

☆ word count → 5.5k

You’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines—but you do. The problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. After that, you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions.

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps 

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a/n; …. why tf did i do this to myself!!! (this is just smut that i had to split into two parts rip)
anyways tagging @kstopping @gxtsmxt @thotmi bc nothing says i love you like a junghope smut am i right



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married part 3- h.s imagine

part 1 

part 2


Niall opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. You rolled your eyes as you stared at him from across the kitchen counter. Niall furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Alright. Tell me again exactly what she said.”

You let out a sigh as you leaned your hands against the counter. “She basically told me to fuck off, Niall.” Niall shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. “I just can’t believe Kimberly would say something like that to you.” You sighed as you sat on the seat next to his. You leaned your head against your arm. “I can’t believe it either.”

“So did you tell Harry?” Niall asked. You shook your head, “No. And I’m not planning on telling him either. I can’t tell him that he married-”

“The wicked bitch of London?” Niall interrupted, lips quirking up in a smile. You let out a chuckle as you gently punched him in the arm. “I’m serious, Niall. It’ll break his heart knowing Kimberly’s capable of saying something like that to someone. Promise me you won’t tell him?” Niall shrugged his shoulders as he got up to grab something from the fridge. “I guess, Y/N. But he’ll find out eventually. What’s he gonna think when his best friend suddenly stops talking to him?”

You groaned as you placed your head on the counter. “It’s not like I was going to do anything to hurt the marriage. I respect Harry too much to ever jeopardize it. But now I feel like I did overstep my boundaries, that’s why Kimberly wants me out of the picture.”

Niall turned around from looking in the fridge, a bottle of water in his hands. “You did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re Harry’s best friend. Just because he’s married, that’s never going to change. Kimberly’s just insecure that her marriage is in the runs.”

You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted of the situation. “Out of all the people I could’ve fell in love with, why Harry?” You let out a laugh at how ironic your life was. “I just had to be the stereotypical girl who falls in love with her best friend.”

Niall smiled, sitting back down next to you as he placed his arm around you. “Harry’s just a great guy. Every girl is bound to fall in love with him. At least you have the privilege of being his best friend?” Niall tried assuring you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You leaned your head against Niall’s shoulder and puffed out your cheeks, “I hate my life.”


With yet another promise from Niall that things were going to work out in the end for you, Niall left your apartment. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your Facebook feed. You sighed as you saw another post from Harry’s honeymoon. You leaned your head against the bed frame as you clicked on Harry’s name. You started looking through his most recent pictures. A lot of the photos were either from his honeymoon or his wedding. You tried not to wince as you would stumble upon pictures of him and Kimberly kissing. You were basically looking at Harry’s timeline in his photos. There were pictures from when he proposed to Kimberly, pictures of them at a Coldplay concert, pictures of them eating crazy looking food, pictures of them on the bed snuggling. Just pictures of them.

You laughed as you landed on the next picture, your hand covering your mouth.

You smiled at Harry as he placed a small cake in front of you. He sat down in front of you, a smile so wide, you were afraid his dimples would somehow burst. “This is my first time trying out this cake recipe, love, so bare with me if it’s not good.” Harry said as he began lighting candles on the cake.

You shook your head, a smile still on your face. “It looks absolutely amazing, H.” Harry looked over at you and smiled. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. “And now, it’s officially your birthday.”

Since you and Harry were twelve, he’s always made sure to be the first to tell you Happy Birthday. As your best friend, it was his sole purpose to do so. Every year, Harry would make you a cake, from scratch, and would sing you happy birthday. You guys would eat cake in your pajamas while watching Sixteen Candles and eat even more cake for breakfast in the morning. It was a perfect tradition you’d hope would never end.

Your eyes glanced over to the caption. On this day, my beautiful best friend came into this world. I will always remain thankful for this day. I will always love you.

You bit your bottom lip, rereading the caption what felt like a million times. You couldn’t help but wonder how your birthday will be this year. It was only in a couple of weeks. Would Harry still come over? Should he even come over? With everything Kimberly said, is it right for him to come over? You grabbed one of the pillows placed on your bed and screamed into it. With your head still in the pillow, your laptop began to ring. You looked over to see your mom was trying to FaceTime you. “Just what I needed” you mumbled. You plastered on the most phony smile to exist. “Hey mom.”

Your mom smiled, “Oh, honey! How lovely it is to see you!” You shook your head, letting out a giggle. “I saw you at the wedding, mom.” Your mom shook her head, a look of concern appearing on her face. “How are you doing, sweetie?” Besides Niall, your mom was the only one that knew of your feelings for Harry. How could she not? She was your mother. Your mom would always tell her friends that she knew you and Harry would be married someday. She loved your friendship and she loved how Harry respected you. It’s what every parent dreams for their child. When she got the invitation to his wedding, she was absolutely shattered for her daughter. She immediately called you only to be met with you sobbing on the other side of the line.

You shrugged your shoulders, pushing your hair behind your ears. “I’m fine.” Your mom shook her head. “You’re not. And it’s okay if you aren’t.”

You sighed as you stared at the computer screen. “It’s over, mom. He’s married. I can’t do anything but be supportive for him.” Your mom pursed her lips, nodding her head. “Well, Y/N. The reason why I called was because I want you to go out-”

You groaned, interrupting her. “Mom. Please. The last thing I want to do is go on a date.” Your mom let out a sigh.

“Y/N. Harry’s married.” You shook your head slowly as your eyes shifted away from the screen. Your mother continued, “And from looking at how happy he was at the wedding and listening to his vows…Y/N, he’s going to be married for a long time.” You sniffed, trying not to tear up in front of your mom.

Your mom looked down at her hand, looking at her wedding ring. “Every mother wants that for her child. They want to see them in love. They want to see their wedding. I want that for you, Y/N. As your mother, I can’t stand back and watch you hurting.”

You looked back at the computer screen, a tear falling down. “Let yourself be happy.” Your mom whispered on the other side. Your head shot down in defeat. She was right. A moment of silence passed before you whispered, “Alright.”


Lucas was…nice. He did everything you were supposed to do on a first date. He asked about your family, he asked about your job, he asked about your hobbies. He pulled out your chair for you at dinner, he held open the door for you, he paid for dinner. Lucas was a proper gentleman. You couldn’t help but think you needed someone like Lucas. As harsh as it sounds, Lucas was your distraction from Harry.

“Well this is me.” You said as you nodded towards your apartment building. Lucas nodded as he followed your gaze. “Is it alright if I walk you towards your door?”

You smiled, nodding your head. As you and Lucas were walking towards your door, you let out a laugh as Lucas was telling you about accidentally walking into his brother “handling” his business in his room.

Your laughter halted as you saw Harry standing in front of your door. He was staring between you and Lucas with his arms crossed. “Harry? What are you doing here?” Harry stared at Luke before he turned to look at you. “Can I talk to you?”

Lucas cleared his throat, catching on the tension. “I should probably get going, Y/N. I had a really great time.” You turned to look at Lucas and gave him a small smile, nodding. “I did, too.” You leaned over and gave him a hug. As Lucas returned the hug, you couldn’t help but feel Harry throwing daggers at you. Lucas cleared his throat once more as he nodded towards Harry and walked back towards the elevators.

As soon as you opened your apartment door, Harry was quick to ask, “Who was that?” You ignored his question, taking your heels off. “What did you need to talk about, Harry?”

Harry cleared his throat, crossing his arms once again. “Were you on a date?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes. Ok, yes, Harry. I was on a date.”

Harry let out a scoff. “That explains why you wouldn’t answer my texts.” You rolled your eyes as you began pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you.”

Harry closed his mouth, a slight pang of hurt on his face. He shook his head. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Kimberly got into our first fight today. I really needed you, Y/N.” You stared into the wine glass, your mind zoning off as Harry went on about the fight.

“I just need you to tell me what to do.” Harry said. You quickly came back to your senses. “I’m sorry, H. I got none of that.” Harry let out a sigh. He was already frustrated enough with Kimberly and being ignored by you wasn’t making it any better. “Damn it, Y/N. Stop thinking about that guy and pay attention to me.”

This time it was your turn to let out a scowl. “I’m sorry Harry that I wasn’t listening to you go on about your wife. Why would I want to hear your problems in your marriage when I’m having problems myself?”

Harry threw his arms out, “You’re supposed to be my best friend! You’re supposed to be listening to my problems and help!”

“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry!”

Harry looked away from you, shaking his head. He realized he was being needy but you’ve never had a problem with it before. You were always happy to help him whenever you could. He couldn’t help but think it was because you had a potential guy in your future. He doesn’t know who that guy was, how many dates you guys have been on, or how much you liked him. What he did know was you didn’t look right with that guy.

Harry placed his hand on the door knob before he looked at you. “You’re right. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“Wait, H-” You closed your eyes as the door shut. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hating that you were so harsh to Harry. You were about to run after him but you couldn’t help but thinking about what Kimberly said. You knew you shouldn’t let her words get into her head. Why is she just now having a problem with your friendship with Harry when they’ve been together for two years now? You let out a sigh as you sat on your kitchen barstool. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like from Kimberly’s shoes. You would be insecure as well if your husband had a best friend that has feelings for him. But you weren’t the type of person to jeopardize a marriage, why couldn’t she see that? You leaned your head against your hand. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

When Harry stepped into the elevator, his eyes were staring at your door, expecting you to run after him. When your door made no movement of opening, Harry looked down at the floor as the elevator doors closed.


thank you guys so much for all the feedback married is getting so far! i love that you guys are liking it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you guys thought/ want to see what happens next! 

you can find all my writing here 

you can read part 4 here

Petname Babygirl II pt.1

yoongi x reader

genre: smut, dom!yoongi, sugardaddy!yoongi

word count: 7.3k


Sleeping with some random guy was one thing. But realizing that he is your boss was a disaster until he offers you something tempting you cannot reject.

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

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Chicken Nugget

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: none!! cursing i think? this is fluffffffy

summary: The story of you and Lin, told through Twitter. 

requests: “hey, I just wanted to say that your writing is so cute! ^.^ anyway, I wanted to request a Lin x Reader where maybe reader and Lin get into a Twitter battle and it’s just really cute and stuff! thanks! <3″

@not-mystery-anymore-anon: happy late birthday! This took me so long wow I have like 4 more unfinished fics so I’m gonna go work on that. I don’t know how to feel about this, enjoy! 

words: 1524


January 26 / 11:56

@Lin_Manuel:

Good morning!
Sometimes people will steal the last chicken nugget from you.
They will slip past you in a line.
But life goes on.

@Lin_Manuel:

Story time. I was at the supermarket at midnight. I was gonna buy some chicken nuggets for a writing snack. And just when I come round the aisle, SOMEONE TOOK THE LAST PACK. (1/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

SHE JUST GRABBED IT. And I shouted “Hey those are mine!” and she just ignores me and walks off. What the f*ck? (2/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

I mean it’s one thing if you’re gonna take the last nuggets but you’re also gonna ignore me? And when I was about to step into one of the cashiers, lo and behold, she appears again! (3/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

She slips right in front of me and pays for her damn chicken nuggets. One day, I will find you. And suffocate you in chicken nuggets. Just you wait. (4/?)

@Y/N:

Tfw you buy chicken nuggets and some guy rants about it on Twitter even though they’re rightfully yours

January 30 / 08:05

@Y/N:

Thank you to everyone who made this album possible. Here’s to all the blood shed and tears spilled.

@Lin_Manuel:

Okay I’m supposed to be writing but HOLY MOLY. @Y/N’s most recent album is F*CKING FIRE. This is going to be the only thing that I listen to today.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Thank you! Did you like track 2?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Absolutely loved it. Elegantly done. How do you get the inspiration for this kind of genius, master?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Glad you asked! Few months ago, I was buying chicken nuggets and this guy got mad because I took the last one. Also, I beat him to the cashier, and later that day he poured out his feelings on Twitter.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Oh indeed, Lin. Or should I call you ‘the guy who rhymed son with sun’?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Um okay but at least that rhymed. Chicken nugget and unwritten sonnet don’t rhyme. I take back what I said about track 2.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Are you saying you can come up with a better rhyme for chicken nugget?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Taking the last chicken nugget, staking it fast and kickin’ it like a bucket

@Y/N:
@Lin_Manuel Brilliant. Amazing. Superb. Impressive. Remarkable. Exceptional. Marvelous. Excellent.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Thanks for showing us that you can use a dictionary! See ya next time when you learn more words!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel *thesaurus

February 29 / 15:07

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Karen told me that she spotted you at Hamilton. Why didn’t you tell me that you were suddenly a huge fan?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I watched it as a writer. For writing inspiration. And I’m very impressed with the musical. Not you.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh so I have yet to impress you? I mean I impressed people enough to get me a couple of awards.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Do something worth my being impressed at, and we’ll see about that.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh it’s SO on like Donkey Kong.

March 4 / 23:50

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Congrats on the Billboard #1! Hope it can last 2 weeks like Hamilton did

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel How do you manage to be an asshole and a friend in one tweet

March 6 / 02:05

@Y/N:

Sometimes I like to imagine that Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton is based off me. We’re both pure, smart and lovable.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Nice try. You were the greatest inspiration for Jefferson, though. Where else would I find someone as annoying and cocky?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel The mirror maybe?

April 17 / 22:05

@Y/N:

Congrats on the Oscar. And the PEGOT. You still haven’t (pe)GOT my heart, though. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Wow yes because very other award fades in comparison to winning your heart.

April 30 / 12:05

@Lin_Manuel:

Bit of a day. Met Mark Hamill. Bought a lightsaber. Harrison Ford thought @Y/N and I were dating.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel 1. Absolutely never 2. DETAILS PLEASE!! Harrison Ford was my childhood crush

@Lin_Manuel:

I told him you were stubborn like Leia. He said that I was Han. I said “Sure we’re Han and Leia without the whole falling in love thing.” @Y/N

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Nicely phrased.

May 14 / 15:30

@Y/N:

I’ve never tried sashimi. It looks weird as hell

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Shame on you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Are you suggesting something?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N If the girl wasn’t you I would’ve offered to take her to try them.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Yeah like I’d go anywhere with you anyway. Hypothetically if you were taking this girl with you, where would you go?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I’d tell her that she has to go with me to find out.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel And if she can’t stand you but really wants the sashimi?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I’d make sure that by the end of the date she’ll be in love with me.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel You talk big. Care to prove it?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N DM me your number and you’ll find out.

May 15 / 10:05

@Lin_Manuel:

I have converted @Y/N into a sashimi-er.

@ham4ham4ham:

@Lin_Manuel more importantly, is she in love with you now?

@Y/N:

@ham4ham4ham Am I?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N @ham4ham4ham Great things take time.

July 31 / 13:35

@wowhamilton:

Why do @Lin_Manuel and @Y/N never talk again??

@Lin_Manuel:

@wowhamilton I feel like a 13-year-old saying this but I have her number now. I got her number guys!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I feel like a 13-year-old saying this but I really like texting you.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N *screenshots and sends to friends*

August 17 / 21:56

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Do you maybe kinda wanna be my date to the Tonys? *runs away to hide*

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel From sashimi to Tonys? You’re a real overachiever aren’t you

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Is that a yes?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Yes x100

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N OH SNAP WHO’S THAT DON’T TOUCH ME I’M TOO HOT YES QUÉ PASÓ HERE I GO SO DOPE Y TU LO SABES NO PARE SIGUE SIGUE DID YOU SEE ME

August 25 / 14:26

@Karenolivo:

Today I was a wonderful thirdwheeler, as you can see in this photo

@Lin_Manuel:

@Karenolivo76 The loveliest girl in the place. Hint: not you Karen

@Y/N:
We know, Lin. It’s you. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Goddamit I really need to go back in time and talk to Hamilton so he can help me up my game. I wrote the lyric ‘if it takes fighting a war to meet it will have been worth it’ y’know. I’m good at this flirting thing I swear

September 18 / 13:25

@Y/N:

Wait for a guy who makes you feel like you’re in high school with your heart doing jumping jacks. It’s worth it, I promise.

@Lin_Manuel:

Wait for a girl who makes your heart spin and makes you unaccountably nervous. She’ll come.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel She’ll come hehehehehe

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Well if you look at it that way it ain’t wrong either

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel BLOCKED AND REPORTED GOODBYE

September 29 / 09:05

@Lin_Manuel:

Bookstore dates are the best. @Y/N is the best.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel You’re such a nerd. One that I happen to be in love with, though.

October 10 / 17:31

@Lin_Manuel:

Sometimes she looks at me and I’m Eliza, wide-eyed and adoring. She’s got me helpless.

@Y/N:

Sometimes he looks at me and I’m Philip. Dead. He got me deceased.

October 19 / 13:48

@Lin_Manuel:

Goodbyes are the worsttt. @Y/N I love you don’t get an affair see you in a few months

@Y/N:

Wish I could be there with you. Kinda hard to get an affair when I can’t stop thinking about you. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Just now on the plane I bought some Oreos. I just realised that you weren’t there to eat the white cream so I decided not to eat the Oreos. Life really does suck without you.

November 1 / 23:59

@Y/N:

Wrote a sad song today. It’s about a girl who misses someone but knows that he’s gone doing something great. Sounds familiar

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Heard your song on the radio today. Started crying in the cab. Driver looked at me weird. I miss you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Fell asleep listening to your interviews yesterday. Just wanted to hear you talk as though you were next to me.

November 4 / 00:01

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Happy birthday to the very best. Thank you for learning salsa just so my dad would like you and for making me the best homemade ice cream. You transcend Eliza. You’re you, and I love you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Thanks, loser! Come back home. I miss you.

November 5 / 02:05

@Y/N:

Guess who just came home for my birthday!!!!! @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

Good night.
Sometimes you gotta lose something to gain something even better.
I lost a pack of chicken nuggets but gained the love of my life.

The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

Originally posted by juptern

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: Will you please do part 3 of the reader and the writer

You’re writing is so amazing, it’s what keeps me alive 😂😍 so thank you for doing such an amazing job and I hope you’re having an amazing day 💜 And I was wondering if you consider writing a part 3 of The Reader and The Writer someday? Because I’d love to read more of it 🙈

Please please PLEASE do a Part 3 to the reader and the writer? It’s amazing x

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PART THREE OF THE READER AND THE WRITER PLEASE

PART 3 OF READER AND THE WRITER

Part 3 of Reader and Writer?? Cause you are too good to us??? Like thank you??? 💞I swoon for your writing 💞

I NEED PART THREE OF THE READER AND THE WRITER ASAAAPPPP

The Reader and the Writer (part 2) was amazing and so are all ouf your writings ! I can’t wait for a part 3 !

Will you do a part 3 of the reader and the writer??

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!


Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”

“Yes.”

“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.


For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

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anonymous asked:

hey viria i was just wondering..... maybe you might've answered this before.... but how did sasha and you first meet and got into, you know, love? im really curious (i've never fallen in love before!!) and what was your experience like? im sorry if it's too personal, but.... you were the reason i started tumblr, because i wanted to reblog your arts! i feel so happy for you!

Thank you! It’s okay, I think..I might not get too personal, but I can describe it overall:”)

So he joined our last year of the university. At first I didn’t really notice him at all? I was fairly shy, because I was surrounded with people I don’t know well enough since my group of people all joined the specialist course, while I was taking masters.

Sasha said once we were in relationship that he thought I was too cool, like i had that certain circle of people and uh. out of his league. 

So. I was shy, as I said. and when I’m shy I’m pretty quiet. At the beginning of the year I was always alone, or went off to see Tanya, or listened to the music because I wasn’t sure how to approach people. Then I kinda started to open up but still was keeping on a quiet side. It’s probably around October that Sasha started kindly teasing me? He asked a lot why I was sad, when I wasn’t, I always said it was just my neutral face. SO it all kinda started with teasing:”D

We all together (as a class) started to talk and laugh more, Sasha and me too. I am generally even more shy around guys, so at first I still couldn’t quite uh talk the way I can now. But with time we started to talk a bit more, and i wasn’t as nervous to be on my own with him (I always worried we wont be able to talk and there will be that awkward silence). He helped a lot, kinda cheered on me, I think we at some point started to flirt and one of my classmates said we have an interesting communication. Once he got sick, and I was waiting for my parents in the uni, everyone left, and Sasha kept me company. It was so easy to talk?? I think that’s kind of when it started to shift for me.

Then parents came, and my mother said that there’s a big cold (as a flu) going around, involving in people dying, and I started to worry about Sasha a lot, because he caughed very badly when we parted. So I got all my courage and wrote him to go to the doctor if he feels very bad and take care, stuff like that.

About after that we started to talk in the evenings constantly, it was like a tradition. So we talked a LOT. Eventually he got the courage to ask me out on a concert? I think the concert was just a way to do it fairly subtle:D 

We went out, I was very nervous getting ready, but when I got there I was okay, and Sasha was the one who seemed to be nervous this time:”D Still, it went out great, the concert SUCKED, but we had something to talk about on the way back home and I felt so lifted afterwards! So we started to go and see each other more and more, but we still kept it on a modest side? Like we said goodbuy and gave each other awkward high fives for A WHILE. We both are shy potatoes. But it was still perfect:”) 

Then one time Sasha asked me out to go ice skating, because I love it, even though he can’t skate. So we went there, I asked Sasha to trust me and I wanted to ride with him like I did with my cousin and other friends, but I didn’t realize Sasha is bigger than those girls, and heavier. And so I. Uh. I dropped him by accident. he felt badly and didn’t skate after that, because he hit his elbow quite bad. Kept saying it’s okay, go and skate without me, you love it, etc. But I couldn’t because I was  so worried and I felt so guilty? We left soon enough, and were just walking and went to the cafe where I has seen his arm, and it was getting very bruised and fairly swollen. And it’s his right arm and for an artist it’s not the best thing to injure.

I couldn’t stop blaming myself even though Sasha kept saying it wasn’t my fault (tho I think it kind of was), so I kept asking him how he feels, got him the medicine against swelling, and then once we parted, we still talked in the evening, and I didn’t want Sasha’s arm to hurt so I FINALLY had my reason to call him. and then we talked on the phone for the next three hours and I honestly don’t even remember much of that anymore.

Sasha later said it was when he seriously fell in love. so. Tadaa! that’s kind of it! After that it’s more personal and more domestic, so! Sorry it’s so long, but you asked for it:D

For my dear Lexi, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, who wanted a jealous!cas in a college setting and an accidental love proclamation.

destiel, 3k, jealous!cas, light dean/lisa, pining and angst with a happy resolution

Castiel is about to fit his key into his apartment door when he hears the voices: Dean’s gruff baritone mixed with a lilting melodic voice.

Lisa’s voice.

Castiel rests his forehead against the door, shopping bags in his hands lightly hitting the pale wood. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself not to be upset that it’s the sixth day of the week that Lisa has been at their apartment. 

He tries not to be bothered that for the last month Dean has been utterly obsessed with this girl: from late night phone calls to taking her to romantic dinners softened by candlelight.

Cas tries to ignore the fact that he’s inexplicably jealous of Lisa.

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So much More

-Max allows himself to be ten for just a moment with his odd guardian.-


“Max?” The smaller boy didn’t look up from his game, but David could tell he had his attention. They had learned each other’s body language quite fast.

“May I hug you?” He asked, his voice never once leaving it’s somber tone.

Max’s eyes tore away from his DS,  and maintained eye contact as he plopped his stylus into its slot.

“I-, Um? Are you,” Max looked around their cabin for anything that would cause David to ask such a question, “Okay?”

David looked as fine as he always was, the same smile and demeanor he kept up despite Max’s constant nagging on how annoying it was.

David laughed at the question and he sat down and crossed his legs in front of the couch.

“May I have a hug?” The older male held open his arms, Max hesitantly slid off the couch, leaving the handheld game on the cushion, and stood awkwardly in front of David.

He stared uncertainly at David who waited poised, ready to wrap the boy up in a tight hug.

Max took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he walked into David’s chest, and almost gasped as David wrapped his arms tight around him.

He had always fought against David’s hugs, but this one felt different than all the others. David’s green hoodie had provided twice the warmth, plus it provided twice the cushion from David’s thing arms. David held him so tight.

Max wondered why he hadn’t let David do this more often.

“Your really mine, Max, aren’t you? Your my kiddo?“ David asked his words muffled by the messy curls that covered half of his face.

“Uh, yeah? You’ve had me for six months now, dumbass.” Max said as though all of this was very obvious.

David chuckled and sat his chin on top of Max’s head. “That mean’s you’re my son, doesn’t it?”

Max was taken back by the question. Not once had he ever thought of their relationship on such an intimate level such as father and son. When anyone said the word ‘Dad’, Max thought of sharp suits and cigar smoke that made the whole house reek.

Max thought of disappointing stares coming from every direction, a night shared long ago by a naive girl and a manipulative older man. He imagines a son who had to suffer for the mistakes two people made so many years ago. David was not even the definitions of what a dad was too Max.

He had a whole definition of his own.

If somewhere to say the word sweet, visions of David would swim in his head. Memories of David baking various treats, all with copious amounts of sugar and icing, stacked high on several trays. David had fussed over his weight back at camp, before he could really monitor the others eating habits. Always making comments on how he would blow away at the rate he was going at. At Max’s third doctor’s visit, the lady had announced Max was only a few pounds away from being a healthy size and David was ecstatic. They celebrated with homemade pizza and ice cream.

And if you said understanding, so many memories would jump out at Max.

When Max first arrived he had nonstop nightmares, some that’d last the entire night leaving him exhausted in the morning, and others that would require him to jolt out of bed in a panic. Those were the night David would lovingly open up the covers to let Max in, and when the temperature began to drop David lovingly made his way out of bed to prepare hot chocolate to soothe his nerves and provide Max with some very ‘sweet’ dreams. The joke had gotten a laugh out of Max.

If you said pride Max would think of their latest camping trip and how David made the best s'mores. David had been setting up the tent while Max collected the firewood. Max had tried to start his first fire while David tried to figure out how to blow up an air mattress without the forgotten pump. When Max had gotten a steady blaze built from twigs and paper, nothing matched the proud grin David had given Max. Max couldn’t stop himself from returning the gesture.

David was not a father, he was so much more.

A father was cold in both touch and demeanor. A father had a son that he considered everything but.

David was a David, and that meant so much more than any title given out by a piece of paper and blood.

Max pulled away to look him in the eyes. David’s hand fell to his shoulder and Max held them there tight.

“I’m not your son because your not my father.” Max’s tone sounded so much more childlike then David was used to, and it was such a surprise to be matched with such a grown up sentence.

David’s shoulder slumped but he kept up his smile, despite the stinging of upcoming tears.

“You’re not my dad, but that’s… That’s okay, because you are something so much better. You’re my David, and that something, so much more physical than a word, it’s right here.” Max grabbed the fabric covering his chest, and used his other hand to copy the movement with David’s sweatshirt.

“It’s right here. You’re my David because you’ve been everything but my father to me. That means so, so much more.” His chest tightened.

“But if you want to do the whole titles, I don’t have to just be your Max.” Max stepped closer, burying himself back in David’s arms.

“I can be your son, David,” Max look back up and saw David’s quivering lip and quickly tried to play off his emotional speech, “But it’s whatever, you don’t have too.”

Max found himself high in the air staring down at David.

“You’re my son, Max! You’re my entire world, you are my happiness, and that makes you my son and I’m your David.” David spun in a circle, drawing dizzy giggles from the ten year old.

“Yes, yes you’re my David!” Max confirmed, hoping that would calm down the other enough to put him down, but he could contain the burst of energy that resonated through his body making him smile and laugh.

He threw Max up in the air and grabbed him to pull him into a hug. They couldn’t help but grin and falling into each others happiness. “My Max!” He cried.

This meant something so much more to the both of them.

David squeezed the boy and fell once more to the floor. Max with his limbs wrapped around David tightly, and David stroking the smooth curls.

“I love you, son.” David whispered after a moment, the sentence feeling so foreign on his lips yet so good.

Max breathed in deeply, every muscle in his body screaming at him to reject the soft words, to counter it with something snide. Max forced himself to be ten for just a moment longer

“I love you too, David.” And it meant so much more.

hard to say | (m)

Originally posted by jitamin

pairing: park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst,
words: 11,163
summary: You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?
note. this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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His || Jungkook || 0.6

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6

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Good Girls Don’t

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting on, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Baby Cakes

Originally posted by smooshywrites

repost ‘cause tumblr sucks (sometimes)

hi there! thanks a lot to anon who requested it. dear anon, you asked for reader having a mental breakdown but i just could’t write it this way so i changed a little bit, hope you like it anyway.
btw requests are open!

i know not everyone likes ff about topics like this one but y’all should give it a try

and i just wanted everyone to know that if there’s anyone who wants to talk or feels lonely or both, PLEASE DM me.

warning: suicide attempt

[Y/N] wasn’t okay. And she was completely helpless about it. She’s been lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling for 3 hours now. She didn’t even feel sad, more like empty inside.

Before that empty feeling started to eat her up she wasn’t only sad. Anger was present too.

The thing is, she’s always been a sensitive girl. She could pretend the rude comments would’t harm her but inside she knew she was hurt. She was good at not showing that though, always has been. It was the only thing she truly liked about herself. If somebody asked her she always had the same prepared answer. She would play dumb and say ‘Oh, what do I like about myself? I don’t know! I think I like my hair and long eyelashes!’ and then giggle, like a stupid school girl. It always worked, people were strangely satisfied with that answer, she never understood why and how.

[Y/N] jumped at the sound of her telephone’s ringing. It was probably her best friend Jerome. [Y/N] felt bad for not talking to him. [Y/N] wasn’t aware but the Ginger had some strong feelings for her. He would sometimes show it by little actions but [Y/N] was too blind to see it.

But really though, let’s be fucking realistic. She’s been planning to end her life for a few months now. She may be feeling bad now but when she’s dead she can’t feel bad. Jerome would find a girl good enough for him sooner or later and leave her like all of her friends did. She could’t blame them, she would avoid herself as much as she could, too.  There was the only way to do it.

Finally, she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It was Jerome!

[Y/N] was kind of hoping she was right and that would be him, she wanted to say goodbye. Hear his voice one last time.

‘’Jerome..”

“Hiya Baby Cakes! Don’t cha been quiet with me lately? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go wit–”

“I’m so sorry Jerome!” She cut him off with a loud sob which caught him off guard.

“Doll? Wha-what’s going on?” He sounded really concerned.

Jerome almost fell off the stairs he was standing on as he heard [Y/N]’s sobs getting louder. She just could’t stop herself! He was going to ask her to go with him on a romantic killing spree, it was supposed to be a great time for both of them, kinda like a date, and then he’d brought her to a nice quiet place to talk. He wanted to confess his feelings. He felt like she really deserved to know them.

The stairs he was standing on were a fire escape from a building near hers. He wanted to knock on her door as fast as he could if she accepted his offer.

“I’m being honest. I’ve never been more honest in my life. I really am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Thank you for everything. You took a good care of me, and none of this is your fault. I… I love you, Jerome, I really do. Have a nice life you deserve. Goodbye forever.” When those words left her mouth, she immediately hung up.

She could’t believe it. She confessed her love for him! She knew he would never feel the same way and she wanted to end this pain fast.

[Y/N] sprinted towards her bathroom grabbing a razor blade on her way.  A picture of Jerome was on the table. She took it too. She wanted his face to be the last thing she’s going to see.

After 3 minutes her bath was already filled with hot water. Enough for her to go in. She kept her clothes on.

[Y/N]’s head was the only thing that sticked out from water. Picture of handsome looking Jerome drifted as she stared at it. She remembered the day she took it. Jerome took her to the zoo. One of the nicest day of her life.

Now as she thought about it she didn’t want to kill herself anymore.

Too bad she already cut her veins.

Now it was only a matter of time.

‘Hey, at least the song I like is on’

The walls were thin and she could hear her neighbour’s radio playing her favourite song.

And then she heard screaming outside her apartment. Her door burst wide open.

‘’[Y/N]!” It was Jerome. Her Jerome.

And then everything went black. 



[Y/N] found herself slowly waking up in a very white room. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second, it was so bright there. Looked like some sort of hospital.

She felt somebody holding her right hand gently. It was Jerome. What a relief she felt. She was alive. With Jerome by her side.

He was asleep. He looked like an angel to her. That one piece of hair resting on his forehead.

She held his hand tighter, he felt it because he started to wake up. He looked so cute and innocent, she would gaze at him her whole life if she only could.

His eyes finally met hers.

“Don’t ever do this to me again. I mean it, Sweet Cheeks.” It was one of those rare moments when he was being very serious.

[Y/N] was so glad he was calm. She knew they’re going to talk about it later when she feels better.

“I’m sorry, J. I love you.”

Her Puddin’ could only chuckle at her funny expression.

“I love you too, Baby Cakes. Now let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

More Writing Prompts.

Because, instead of working on the stuff I already have, I thought, “Why not make more prompts?!”

Angst-y Love Prompts:

  • Sometimes lying is the right thing to do, so I lied to you.
  • Pretending like nothing is wrong is only going to make things worse.
  • I loved you, once upon a time.
  • What’ll happen when I wake up, and you’re not there?
  • You say you love me, but all you’ve ever done is hurt me!
  • I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love.
  • You can’t do this to me! Not now!
  • I wonder if I’m better off without you.
  • I’ve done bad things, but let me ask you… am I that shitty of a person…?
  • They left me for a reason, you know…

Romantic Prompts:

  • I love you more than anything…
  • I’m so lucky to have you.
  • I love you! I’ve always loved you, and to have you look at me the way I look at you… Well… That’s my dream.
  • I’m never going to let you go, not without a fight.
  • What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything.
  • The way you make me feel is the way I felt when I ate all of the marshmallows out of a Lucky Charms box. Pure joy.
  • I look at you, and I see all of the things I wish I was…
  • I can feel my heart beat faster when I think about you.
  • Are you going to kiss me, or are you just going to stand there?
  • Marry me.

Fluffy Prompts:

  • This is my favorite song!
  • I don’t think that’s considered dancing, it’s more of a flailing action.
  • If you keep eating french fries, you’re going to turn into one.
  • Can I borrow a pillow?
  • So, that’s a no to the roller coaster?
  • You took my jacket like a month ago, can I have it back?
  • I’d split a candy bar with you.
  • Why are you shoes on the stove?
  • What if aliens really do exist? just… Think about it!
  • You set someone’s hair on fire in Chemistry last year.

I’m in love with my Best Friend Prompts:

  • I want to find someone and I want to tell them, “You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.”
  • Can I sleep here with you…? The movie really scared me…
  • I don’t have a date and I don’t want to go alone…
  • H-He’s not my boyfriend(alt: S-She’s not my girlfriend).
  • I remember when we first met…
  • When are you going to tell them that you love them?
  • You look really beau… nice…
  • I keep dating all these other people in hopes that my feelings for you would go away.
  • I never loved them, I love you.
  • I fell in love with my best friend… And i’m not ashamed that I have.

Roommates Prompts:

  • Let’s play a game to get to know each other.
  • It’s cheaper than living on your own, dude.
  • Stop leaving the toilet seat up!
  • What do you mean you ate my last hot pocket?
  • It’s your turn to do dishes tonight.
  • I DIDN’T MEAN TO WALK IN ON YOU NAKED! YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO LOCK YOUR DOOR!
  • You lost the spare key to the apartment?
  • You’ve been in the bathroom for like, an hour.
  • The girl you brought over last night put a hole in our wall.
  • Give it a rest, I’m trying to sleep over here!

Totally Angst-y/Angry Prompts:

  • I can’t stop the bleeding.
  • They’re… dead…
  • I hate you!
  • I was sent here to kill you.
  • I thought there was good in you, but there’s nothing but disgust and hatred now.
  • I stopped feeling emotions a long time ago.
  • They weren’t strong enough to save you, and because of their foolishness, you’re mine now.
  • Nothing will bring them back! You can’t… turn back time!
  • You tore my heart out and crushed it with your own hands.
  • Fuck you.
Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!

~Masterlist~


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

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Haunting Me: Chapter 1

A/N; Eeeeek! Here it is guys, chapter 1! This story has me so pumped and i’m so happy you guys liked the intro. I hope you guys like this chappie, cuz it’s a bit of a giant relief haha. ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Mild violence. Hella feels. 





2012

You focused on the pencil in your hand, shading the paper as carefully as possible.

New York was beautiful in the summer time, especially once the sun hit the right spot in the sky. It wasn’t a cloudy day by any chance; in fact, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. You sat in the metal chair, your legs crossed beneath you as you focused on the sketch in front of you. You reached for the pastry on the plate next to it and took a small bite out of it, chewing slowly.

You enjoyed your time alone, as you always did, especially when you got to sketch the totally gorgeous Calvin Klein model sitting two seats down from you.

Okay, he probably wasn’t a model, but he sure as hell looked like one.  He was built like a brick house and those eyes. Jesus –you could get lost in those ocean blue orbs of his. From what it looked like, he was drawing as well. He could draw and look super-hot while doing it? He was a rare gem. However, as you cocked your head to the side, curiously studying his features, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. It made your chest ache just seeing him brood like that.

“Another brownie ma’am?” the waitress asked with a smile. And by the grace of god, the total hottie looked over at you. You blushed, looking up at the waitress with a timid smile.

“Um. No thank you.” She gave you a quick nod before walking away.

When you looked back over at the mysterious blond, you expected him to give you a small smile and continue throughout his day, but boy were you wrong. You looked back over and to your surprise, he was openly staring at you, his blue eyes widened with an odd mixture of fear and shock. He blinked rapidly, his eyes focusing on your face shamelessly.

Immediately you felt so self-conscious. Was there something on your face? Did you creep him out?  Oh god, did your eyeliner smudge. You had a habit of rubbing your face whilst drawing and you did forget you were wearing makeup sometimes.

After a few minutes of being stared down by the man, you had quite enough. You hastily packed your sketch book into your bag and placed a few dollar bills onto the table before standing. You swore you could feel the burning of eyes on your back as you stealthy maneuvered around the sea of people.

Before you could take another step, you felt a tight grip on your arm stop you.

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, turning around with a scowl. You reached in your pocket for your pepper spray.

“I-I’m sorry!” The man sputtered, his eyes softened once he peered around at the many people watching the two of you. There was a small crowd surrounding you now and you felt so embarrassed, yet relieved. He wouldn’t dare try anything in public.  

You yanked your arm back, holding it in your wrist. “Why are you following me? Do I know you or something?” your last question caused him to frown. You could practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head as he chose his words carefully. He sighed heavily, before his eyes travelled down to the bag in your hand.  

“I uh…noticed you drawing earlier and I wanted to say how nice your shading technique was. That’s all.”

You blinked, your eyes widening. He did all that for a damn compliment? Who was this guy?

“Thank you,” you replied, which came out more as a question. Soon, the people around you began going about their day once they realized there was no harm being done to you. Leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

“My name is Steve,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you. “Steve Rogers.” You raised your eyebrows. That was a bit of an older fashioned name, but you weren’t complaining. Your mom tried to name you Jane once before your birth.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, gently taking his hand and shaking it.  

“Y/N Y/L/N.”


As the next couple years went by, you and Steve became two peas in a pod.  

Wherever you went, he went. At first, you found it sort of creepy that your best friend was following you around town all the time, showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night when the Stark tower got too much for him and he needed a place to sleep properly. After a while, you just assumed the man was a bit lonely, which was fine by you considering you were, too.

There were times where you two would just stay up all night watching old movies from his time. His favorite was My Darling Clementine, which you had seen so many times that you now knew the entire film’s script by memory. 

Soon, Steve began accompanying you on your trips to art galleries for school. It was a win/win for you as he always attracted so much attention being the hot shot Captain America he was, also, he eased the storm of anxiety that you struggled with your entire life. Steve was your wing man.  

But there were some times when you felt that maybe Steve wanted to be more than friends. 

You always thought of him as a brother figure, but the way he would look at you whenever he thought you weren’t noticing, it had you a bit confused. It happened when you were watching the old movies. He would look at you from out the corner of his eye, watching your reactions closely. You figured it was because he had a thing for you, which you didn’t return. 

You had a couple boyfriends here and there, but nothing special. And Steve, bless his heart, had completely unapproved of them all. 

But whenever you would sing along to your favorite song, Over the Rainbow by Judy Garland, you would see the look even more. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about that song probably caused unpleasant memories for him. You wondered why. 

Another time you got The Look, was when you smoked. It was a habit, yeah, one that you’ve had for far too long. Every time you would be out and about with him -which was always- and you lit up a cigarette, he would immediately scold you until you put it out. You loved Stevie, but you were a big girl. You could make your own decisions. 


You were lounging on your couch, watching old reruns of Seinfeld, when a loud banging on your front door causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over at your phone. 

Five O’clock. 

Steve was currently on a mission, or so you thought. Who on earth could it be? 

You sighed, standing up from the couch and made your way towards the front door. You flung the door open, expecting to see Steve standing there with a box of pizza like always, but instead you got something way, way more complicated. 

“W-What is going on?” you asked, eyeing the two other Avengers beside your best friend. 

Steve let out a sigh, giving you a guilty smile. “These are my uh…coworkers.” 

You blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Coworkers? Really?

“May we come inside?” Natasha asked as she clutched her shoulder tightly. Her face was twisted into a grimace as she tried to cover the obvious gunshot wound in her shoulder. Your eyes widened. 

“Of course!” you jumped, reaching forward and gently placing your hand on her back, and guiding her into your apartment. She let out a groan when you touched her shoulder. 

“I think I’m gonna need a new shoulder.” she said. 


You placed the cotton swab on Natasha’s shoulder, gently dabbing the fresh stitches you had applied. She was lucky to be alive, the bullet barely missed a major artery. A couple more centimeters and she would’ve bled out in seconds. 

“So are you guys gonna tell me what the hell happened?” you asked, turning around in your chair to face Steve, who was seated on your couch, his body bruised and battered from the obvious fight. 

Whoever they ran into managed to put up on hell of a fight. 

“His name is The Winter Soldier,” Natasha chimed from behind you. She avoided your eyes as she spoke “He’s Hydra’s top assassin. He’s killed over a dozen elected officials and other people as well. We ran into him earlier.” 

Steve continued to stare down at the floor, his face in a distant frown. 

“What does that have to do with Steve? What happened?” you asked eagerly. 

“We just found out that this so called Winter Soldier is actually Steve’s best friend, Bucky Barnes.” 

Your eyes widened. You were so confused. Steve never mentioned anyone else in his life except for his mother and father. He always told you he was on the lonely side, but…he had a best friend apparently. An old best friend from over seventy years ago. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” you chided, furrowing your brows at Steve. How could he have not told you? You and he told each other everything. 

“Bucky Barnes was considered KIA in 1942 when he fell off a locomotive during a mission to capture the evil scientist Arnim Zola.” Sam informed as he reloaded his pistol. 

“And now, he’s alive. And brainwashed, completely wiped of his memories of Steve.” Natasha finished, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice you poured her a few minutes ago. 

You felt your chest ache. 

Why couldn’t Steve feel like he could tell you about Barnes? You guys were so much closer than the average friends. 

You turned back to Steve, only to find him on the couch with his face buried in his hands. His breaths coming out in short huffs. 

You made your way over to the blond, bending down until you were eye level with him. He looked so broken, yet you had no idea what he was going through. You’ve never lost anyone before. You had no idea who this Winter Soldier was, but if it meant reconnecting two old friends, you were more than wiling to help Steve. 

You gently pulled Steve’s hands from his hair and brought them down, revealing his tear stained face. You smiled up at him, hope shining in your eyes. 

“Whoever this Bucky guy is,” you began, looking down at your entwined hands. “He must be a special kind of man for you to go these lengths. We’ll get your friend back, Steve. If it’s the last thing we do.” 

Steve felt his heart shattering even more as you spoke. Nevertheless, he offered you a false smile, hoping to distract you from the internal pain he was facing. To his relief, you bought it. 

He watched as you went back to Natasha and began placing the bandages onto her wound, your face set in a concerned frown. 

‘Oh, Y/N’ he thought to himself. 

‘If you only knew the truth.’ 


- Fin!  ❤️

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