and the fact that she loves him back it just makes my heart aches

{PART 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As death enters the room to claim a soul; so does life. Who shall live and who shall die - as you begin to wonder…is this really the end?

“And as he looked upon her face amidst the madness, he saw everything he held close depart his world; while she slipped into the next”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 26} {Part 27} {Part 28}

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Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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playing with fire (m.) | 01

After an ugly breakup between you and your boyfriend of nearly one year, Jimin – you’re not only heartbroken, but absolutely irate at the things discovered after the two of you split up. One night while under the influence of pure unadulterated anger and alcohol, you and your best friend come up with the perfect plan to get back at him. Because, after all, you do know what they say, right?

If he breaks your heart, you fuck his best friend.

…Even if he has six.

cr.

pairing: hoseok x reader

word count: 4.2k

collaboration with: @blushoseoks

genre: smut  |  angst  |  fuckboy!hoseok

warning: wall sex  |  oral  |  dirty talk  |  demeaning names  |  cheating

masterlist | emna’s masterlist




The gentle click of heels against the linoleum floor - almost drowned out by the muffled music coming from the end of the corridor. A cracked door, the only light source in a space that had no windows. When Jeongyeon had told you that Hoseok would be practicing late, you almost didn’t believe her. You and he had never been close. The only time you ever spoke was when Jimin would bring you over to the frat house and most of the time Hoseok would be making out with his girlfriend or fucking her loud enough that when she would leave his room - dazed with messy lipstick and a bubbly expression on her face, the boys would tease her nonstop until a blush rose on her cheeks.


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Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

 “Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing. 

 “That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

 “I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

 “What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

 “Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

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I’ve Always Been Home

I Have Loved You Since One Shots: I’ve Always Been Home (Part 1 of 2)

Masterlist

*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*

There was a pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your mouth.

Your vision was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.

What happened?

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the way homecoming Should Have Ended
  • the pain of jeremiah’s actions stings almost as much as the fact that kara knows this feeling well. she wants the betrayal to burn its way down her spine, but it doesn’t, not when she’s been hurt so many times before.
    • if anything, this is a different kind of pain than true betrayal. it is dull, a constant ache, not a seeking one. it’s a pain that says i’m here, i’m always here, i’m always here
  • sometimes when the anger is too much, when it presses down too hard, she flies. sometimes she screams. sometimes—she cries
    • these times, the moments where she curls up on her couch and just lets go–they are rare, born only from the most desperate of dashed hopes
  • there is a knock at the door, and kara mutters something about unlocked– come in. she does not spare much thought to the figure at the other side, too exhausted to lift her head, x-ray the door. whatever she is expecting, it is certainly not lena, carrying a small paper bag
  • “you had to miss lunch today, and well, when i miss lunch, that means i’m too busy to eat, so i wanted to stop by with some d—”
    • in any other moment, lena’s rambling would be endearing. in any other moment, kara would be blushing furiously by now, stumbling, falling
    • in this moment, her breath catches in her throat, comes out as half a sob. she wipes her eyes, a futile gesture, and tries to smile like lena hasn’t just walked in on her sitting and crying, alone on her couch
    • (of all the people, of all the times. kara almost wants to laugh at the universe for being so against her)
  • “i, uh– well, you’re right, i didn’t eat. thank you,” kara says. lena wavers for a moment before shaking her head, stepping forward once, giving kara a chance to rebuke her
    • it would be as easy as sorry, i kind of want to be alone right now. lena is expecting it–who would want a luthor as a source of comfort?–but the words never come
  • so she sits next to kara, tense and unsure, but then kara is sniffling and leaning into her, and lena wraps her arm around kara’s shoulder and pulls her close
    • it is, after all, what kara would do for her
  • they sit like that for some time, silent save for the occasional trembling breath
  • eventually, kara breaks the silence: “my father back on–” she swallows, hard, shakes her head a bit. “my father made the medusa virus. he created it, and when i found out, i was… i was so angry. i had loved him, believed in him. and he had created that? and my adoptive father here he… he betrayed us too. today. he came back, but he–”
    • lena knows kara is supergirl, has known since the moment kara danvers walked into her office for the first time, hot on the heels of clark kent. but the confirmation, uttered with so much trust, so little fanfare, makes her heart clench painfully
  • “it still hurts,” kara says. “even– even though it’s happened before. it still hurts”
  • “it’s because you care,” lena says softly. “you care so much about everyone, and you trust, and you love. that’s not a bad thing. that’s an incredible thing, kara”
    • she wants to say more. she wants to say i never believed i was a good person until you came into my office and sat on my couch and now– now you are doubting yourself, and oh, i wish i could show you the same thing you showed me
    • she wants to say i love you but she’s not sure about that yet, though she is becoming increasingly confident by the day
  • kara leans back so she can look at lena, bites her lip at the way lena is looking down at her with so much righteous affection, like she would take on the world to prove the truth of her words. it is the same look she gives lena. “do you mean that?”
  • lena does not answer. instead, she reaches for the paper bag she had placed on the table earlier. she holds it up for a moment, waits for kara to understand
    • kara brought donuts when lena needed trust, needed love. it is her turn to return the favor
  •  “i figured you could use a donut. you do eat donuts, right?” lena says. kara stares at the bag for a beat, then she looks up
  • finally, she smiles. “well, i’m not human, but—”
Harry Styles - “Confessions”

I completely left this open(and have already planned) for a part two. So… if you would like a part two let me know! Enjoy! And be ready to have your heart broken.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six


Harry sat on the edge of his bed in Los Angeles, his head in his hands, as he tried to hold back the tears and will his breathing to stay even and calm. His phone lay beside him, the screen still lit up to show him his recent calls - the last of which had just turned his world upside down. 

He eventually sits up, letting out a large sigh as his large ringed hands push through his short floppy hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His green eyes look across the room where on top of the chest of drawers sat a picture of the person he cared about most in the world. He stared at your smiling face, his own smiling face next to you and that’s when the tears came. He was going to lose you, he knew that he was. 

Just then his phone began to ring beside him. He dreaded it was her, the person who had called a few minutes before him and broke the news but instead he saw your face appear on the screen and that, in that moment, may have been worse. He picks up the phone, staring down at your picture as the phone continues to ring. 

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hear your voice, happy and still in love with him, when he now knew what he did. He couldn’t tell you over the phone. He had messed up, he knew that, and he had to say it to your face. After the phone finally stopped ringing he gave a sigh and pulled himself up and off the bed. 

He had things he needed to do in LA, meetings to attend, interviews to be done but he couldn’t. He needed to get to you and tell you as soon as he could so he called Jeff. He couldn’t say it though, he couldn’t tell him exactly the situation, just that he had to go home - and now. 

Once he landed in London the next day, his hands were shaking, his palms were sweaty and his breathing was shallow as he sat in the back of the car headed towards your house. He kept trying to play out and plan his words for this conversation. How would he go about it? Where could he possibly start? He had so many confessions to make and what he was most afraid of was the inevitable - losing you. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that hurt, devastated, and heart-broken face that he was soon going to see before him. 

The idea brought tears to his eyes. He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, grinding away the tears harshly. He hated himself, his entire body was full of regret, remorse, and dread knowing that he could never take this back. 

“Hello?” Harry calls a few moments later as he enters your shared home. He knew you were home, it being your day off work and your car was parked out front but he heard nothing. “Love?” He calls out again. 

“Harry?” He finally hears from the kitchen. He couldn’t will himself to move towards your voice. He wanted to run back out the door to never have to face this situation, he wanted to pretend everything was okay. But it just wasn’t. And never would be again. “Harry!” You gasp once you see your tall, tattooed and handsome boyfriend standing in the entryway of the living room. 

“Hey.” He mutters, barely able to get his voice above a low gravel. He clears his throat and puts his bag down at his feet, sliding off his jacket. He was trying to delay this, anything to keep the truth from coming out. 

“What are you doing home? Why haven’t you answered my calls in two days?” You were full of questions but then in that moment you didn’t care. You had missed Harry so much and if he was home - that was all that mattered. So, you cross the room and burrow yourself into his chest. You wrap your arms tight around his torso, taking in that familiar scent of his cologne while his arms wrap around your shoulders. He buries his face in your hair, his eyes closing as the tears began to slide down his cheeks. This was surely the last moment he would hold you in his arms and he wanted it to last as long as possible. “What’s going on?” You question, looking up at him. You gasp when you take in his tears. “Harry, what is it?” Your mind was racing. What possibly could have happened to cause him to act like this? You reach up, brushing your thumbs under his eyes along the tracks his tears were making. 

“I messed up, love.” He finally says, his voice a quiet whisper as he stares down into your eyes. You frown, shaking your head a bit in confusion. 

“What do yo-” 

“I slept with someone.” The words were out before he could over think it. He watched the gears turn in your head as you processed this. As soon as he saw it click, you backed out of his arms, distancing yourself from him just as he knew that you would. “Please, love, i’ was while we were going through tha’ rough patch a few weeks ago. I was angry, you were angry, I didn’ know where we stood-” 

“So you fucked someone else and never told me?!” You interrupt as your blood began to boil. “You came back here acting like it was all okay?! As if nothing ever happened!” You also felt your heart break, a dull ache began in the center of your chest. Harry was the love of your life, the man you were going to spend forever with and yet .. he had hurt you in the way he always vowed he never would. 

“I jus’…” He scratches at the back of his neck, shaking his head a little as he gave a sigh. He looks at the floor, anywhere but at the hurt and angry face before him. He also noted the fact that your eyes, those gorgeous eyes of yours that he loved so much, had begun to well up with tears. “I don’ know how to make up for this bu’ tha’ isn’t all.” He knew he had to say it, he had to get everything out so just maybe, maybe, the two of you could start trying to work it out. 

“What else is there?” You cross your arms over your chest as the tears slide down your cheeks. What else could there be? Had he slept with her again? Was he leaving you for her? Your mind was racing and you weren’t sure you would be able to handle anymore of this. Harry was your life and even with him standing in front of you still you felt it might not be for too much longer and you already felt lost. 

“She called me yesterday mornin’,” He began, his eyes peaking at you through his lashes as he kept his head slightly down. 

“Okay?” You urged but felt that sense of dread begin to creep up in your head as you surely knew what was coming next. Why would you contact the man you slept with weeks before? There was really only two reasons - wanting to get together again or being pregnant. Your blood ran cold at the latter possibility. It couldn’t be that, it just couldn’t. 

“She’s… she’s pregnan’.” The words pained him to say out loud. He hadn’t spoken it since he heard her mumble it through her sobs on the other end of the phone the morning before. He saw your face crumble then. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your eyes swimming with tears, and he saw your breath hitch in your throat. 

“You got another girl pregnant.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t accusatory, it was just a statement as you took to trying to process this. Harry was going to be a father, and it wasn’t with you. This just couldn’t possibly be happening. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do, bu’ what I wan’ first is to try and make things work with you. Please, love…” He trailed off when you shook your head vigorously, the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. 

“You expect me to just forgive you for this?” You give another shake of your head. “Would you forgive me if I got pregnant by another man? If I cheated on you and got knocked up? Would you be willing to move past that?” Harry bit at his lower lip and stared at the carpet under your feet. He knew you were right, he would probably never be able to move past it if you had someone else’s child. 

“You won’ even try? For us? We’ve been together for-”

“I don’t need you to remind me how long we’ve been together, Harry! I don’t need you telling me about the life we’ve started here together because I remember, I know!” You felt your anger begin to flare up. “It was you that seems to have forgotten the life we have together while you were busy fucking someone else!” He cringes at your choice of wording as well as your now raised voice but he knew he deserved it all. You were of course right, after all. 

“Please,” He takes a step towards you, holding his large hands out towards you, his cheeks wet with his still falling tears. He felt a sob building in his chest as he felt this was it, knowing you would most likely never forgive him. “I made a mistake, I will pay for tha’ for the rest of my life but I need you.” His voice dropped off to a whisper. “Don’ give up on me.” It was then that the sob finally fell from his lips and he felt his knees give out. 

“Harry,” You whisper as you watch the man you loved fall to his knees right there in front of you, his face pressing into his hands as large gasping sobs fell from his mouth. You feel a sob of your own and you take a step closer to Harry. You fall to your knees in front of him and bring a hand up to brush through his brown hair. He lifts his head up, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes meet yours. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you.” You watch his face crumble even more as he takes in your words. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers and the sobs resume. He then falls into your chest, his cheek burrowing into your t-shirt and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You support his weight, your arms going around his shoulders, your fingers brushing at the hair on the back of his neck. “I’ll never forgive myself either.” He whispers through his sobs. 

You sat and held Harry, both of you crying and clinging to one another, knowing that this was it, for a good while until finally you pried him off of you and both of you stood up. 

“I think it’s best if you left.” You whisper as the two of you stood awkwardly facing each other. Harry gives a small nod, closing his eyes for a second. His eyes burned, the tears drying his eyes out but he knew he would probably spend the entire night crying. 

“Can I do somethin’, one las’ time?” You frown at him but he then takes a step closer to you and as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek you understood what he wanted. You don’t move as his face dips towards yours. You try not to return the pressure his lips press into yours but you couldn’t help it. As if by reflex you were kissing him back and bowing your body against his as your arms wrap around each other. It was as the kiss intensified and his tongue slid against yours that the reason this was to be your last kiss together reared back into your mind and you pulled away from him, breaking all contact together. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this, Harry.” You mutter, seeing that hurt and aching look in his green eyes as his chest heaved. He had hoped there for a second as he held you close again, your lips melded together perfectly like they always had, that just maybe you could forgive him. “I can’t be with you, I’m just going to picture you with her every time and I just can’t.” 

“I understand.” He gives a nod, hanging his head a bit. He pushes his fingers through his hair and looks back up at you. “I’m so sorry that I hur’ you.” He stares at you for a few seconds before backing towards the door. “I’ll always be jus’ a phone call away. I love you, with every piece of my soul.” You ignore the fresh tears sliding down your cheeks and simply give a nod. You look away from his heartbroken face and look anywhere but at him as he reaches for his bags and then a minute later was gone from the house. 

You fall to your knees right there where you stood and begin to cry into your hands, feeling like a piece of your heart had just walked out that door with Harry. 

Harry meanwhile had gone into the garage and got into his Range Rover but as soon as he was behind the wheel he rested his forehead against the steering while and let the sobs return. They were loud, chest heaving, sobs. Not only had he just lost the love of his life but he also now had to decide what he was going to do about his child on the way. 

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A/N: Request from anon. A lot of depression and angst here but I’d say it’s fluffy too. It worked well with that idea I had in mind, so without further ado… enjoy!

Words: 1662
Warnings: angst, depression

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Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!


You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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Life Without You

Part Two

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It was odd, really. He pretended that you meant nothing to him, like he’s never met you before. He gave you that warm smile, introducing himself, saying it was a pleasure to meet you. You would think that he would at least show some kind of emotion. Sadness, hurt, joy, anything. His lack of emotion was getting on your nerves.

Maybe he forgot who you were. No, no that couldn’t be it. He knew exactly who you were and what he was doing to you. The question is, why? Why is he torturing you? Did it give him some kind of sick pleasure?

Then it happened.

You didn’t expect it, at all. Your heart breaking into smaller pieces. This is my girlfriend, Megan. Megan, this is (Y/N), an old friend. An old friend? Is that all you were to him? You looked over at her, instantly regretting it. She was perfect, much skinnier than you, taller, prettier, absolutely stunning. Of course Harry would fall for someone as amazing as her and not you. You were boring, nothing unique. It hurt much more than you’d ever admit.

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anonymous asked:

MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?

Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:

b u t hope you enjoy ^~^

–R.I.


MC as a Birthday Present ♡

Yoosung 

  • (March 12th)
  • Everyone had been busy on his birthday…except you
  • (He was quite bittersweet about it. He was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him on his birthday?!?!)
  • So you decided to take him out to a LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE WAS REALLY SHOCKED
  • He almost cried tears of joy when you showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally tightly
  • …only to realize what he was doing
  • “Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
  • After all, he was a strong believer in only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
  • But you laughed it off, and dragged him by the hand to lead him into the convention center
  • There was SO MUCH MERCH
  • all of which he couldn’t buy
  • He hadn’t been prepared for this, after all…
  • You noticed his teary eyes as he stared hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
  • He also spent about half an hour following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him towards them
  • Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
  • When it was time to go home, he honestly didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD, it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend more time with you…”
  • The last of his words came out as a whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
  • He asked so cutely though. Of course you followed him home :D
  • When you reached the apartment, though, he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try. As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best gift I’ve ever received…”
  • You paused in your movement, a small laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets… Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
  • You took out a gift-wrapping bow and placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
  • His heart was going W I L D, gosh what are you doing to this poor boy!?!
  • His eyes narrowed with determination as he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be the best gift in the worl–”
  • “HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open, revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit to how selfish you can be!”
  • Yoosung gaped at the interior of his apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
  • Yoosung quickly removed his hand from your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
  • With an irritated look, Zen crossed his arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”

Zen

  • (April 1st)
  • “Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time with you…”
  • You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
  • His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean, it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills, he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
  • “It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in consideration of that, and returned the smile.
  • Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
  • There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
  • “They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
  • (run omg)
  • You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
  • Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with me. I’m so sorry…”
  • He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s Day preceding birthday wishes.
  • “Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
  • He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
  • Control the beast. Control the beast. COntrolcontrolcontrolcontr-
  • “Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing to yourself.
  • Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
  • He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.

Jaehee

  • (December 28th)
  • She hadn’t expected anyone to do anything for her birthday O_O
  • “MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
  • “You don’t have to thank me~” you grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after  all~”
  • She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to be cared for.”
  • Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you exclaimed with excitement
  • The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
  • She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
  • You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun began to set. 
  • “Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!! Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…” you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with her, noticing how delighted she looked.
  • Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon, you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the trees.
  • From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain… the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
  • It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you admired the natural scenery together…
  • While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both of you.
  • “Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen to have another gift, do you? Haha, I feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing slightly.
  • You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is myself…” 
  • Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M M E R I N G. Even more than it does for Zen!!
  • Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’

Jumin

  • (October 5th)
  • Why.
  • The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra, beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
  • There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class… EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
  • “J-Jumin… today is your birthday… shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
  • He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he wants to spend time with you)
  • “Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling  extremely awkward and guilty.
  • “Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle in his eyes.
  • Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on and the conversation flowed through.
  • The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
  • “Hm… what do you have in mind?”
  • You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers, making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black blindfold, and his breath hitched.
  • ‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead, he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
  • The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
  • His eyes widened, “This is…?”
  • “A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
  • Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
  • As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each stall, feeling amazed by everything.
  • …It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
  • BAM!
  • His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
  • The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you. Try again next time, buddy.”
  • Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid. (Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
  • You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival, shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
  • He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
  • “Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
  • His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire at your words.
  • “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your eyes like he was about to devour you.
  • Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment, Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
  • Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time? Hm.’

Seven

  • (June 11th)
  • “No.”
  • “Yes.”
  • “I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
  • Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
  • “There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
  • He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC, tsk tsk.”
  • Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
  • At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
  • Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
  • -Flashback-
  • Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately. “GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet as he waltzed around your room. It was 7 in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
  • Not long after you got dressed, he began pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
  • You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well, you could always have me as your present instead…”
  • His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
  • Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of Seven’s prizes in large bags… 
  • Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
  • He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
  • Cue the jaw dropping.
  • And the blush ;)

The first thing Marinette did after finding out that Chat was Adrien was, in fact, not take the posters and pictures off her walls.

Oh, she thought about it (because, seriously, it was embarrassing, and the second he realized that Marinette was Ladybug and that Marinette was a shameless fangirl he would never let her live it down), but, in the end, she had to stop and just… look at them.

Because that was her silly kitty striking all those ridiculous poses, her silly kitty working hard — her silly kitty working for Gabriel Agreste, and whether he was his child or not, that was impressive as hell.

Looking at them didn’t give her that little punch in the gut anymore, she found. They didn’t make her feel giddy or lightheaded of anything of that sort anymore.

They just made her feel warm.

Hey, she wanted to say — not that she could, or that anyone would listen, but still, look at what my partner did! Isn’t he good?

It also kind of made her want to know what was going through his head in some of them, because she knew him, and knew there was no way he’d be able to pull off some of those expressions without thinking something utterly ridiculous.

On the other hand, there were some that were just so him she couldn’t believe she’d never seen it before. Casual elegance with warm humor and soft smiles — the only expressions she couldn’t seem to find was those absurd(ly charmin— nope, nope, nope, not going there) — absurd grins she loved so much.

Shit.

Did she say loved? She meant hated, obviously; they were so annoying! He was annoying. No amount of model-level looks could change that. Obviously. She didn’t know what she was thinking!

…Still.

She found herself going through her collection, a little ache making itself known in the pit of her heart as it became more and more obvious that ‘reserved’ and 'elegant’ were the only sorts of pictures she had.

It hadn’t bothered her before she’d known he was Chat — back when he was more of an unattainable dream than anyone in particular — and to be sure, Chat could be elegant anytime he wanted, but…

It was a little like a cookie without real butter. Still a cookie, no doubt about that, but… something was missing.

Maybe it wasn’t quite so surprising that she’d never made the connection after all.

But, well, missing parts or no, she still had pictures of her dumb kitty all over her walls, intentionally or otherwise, and…

Well…

It was embarrassing, but her walls felt almost unbearably lonely as soon as she tried taking them down.

There were worse things to cover one’s space with, she figured.

And then she put them back up.

Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!

Requested

“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

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Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader)

Words: 1600+

Request: psst hey soulmate au with one of southern motherfucking democratic republicans? 😉

Warnings: Nope

A/N: Hope ya like it anon! (and everyone else!) I apologize for taking so long, college’s been a b*tch


The universe was unfair.

It was said that everyone would meet their soulmate at 18. And for the most part, it was true. The distinct tattoo that everyone had would glow red and hurt whenever they bumped into the love of their lives, and happily ever after. Of course, the ones that did not, their tattoos would fade. It was usually due to their soulmate dying or their soulmate giving up on love. It was not common, but it did happen. Those were all the cases that you heard, so you wondered why it was so different for you.

You were 27, and it’s been almost ten years since you were supposed to meet them. Ten years of wondering when your tattoo would fade, ten years of hoping that you would just bump into them while walking into the bathroom or buying groceries.

Ten years of anticipation.

You tried your best not to give up on the idea of love. But it was hard, it was so difficult. You stared at the snake on your arm. It started at the tip of your pointer finger and curled all the way around your arm, your shoulder, and ended at the corner of your left ear. It was beautiful.

But it did not cover the whole in your heart, the need to see whose tattoo matched yours. But you did, cover it, hid it from your coworkers and other colleagues. It was for the best. At least, that’s what you convinced yourself.

You walked into the auditorium, readying yourself for the speech that was about to take place. Your boss required you to attend, and to interview the men that spoke afterword. They called themselves “The Southern Democratic Republicans”, and you scoffed when you heard the words. Did they think they were the founding fathers or something?

It was about the research into soulmates, and how the process actually worked. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were interested in hearing their results, despite their ridiculous name.

“Y/N, did you see their pictures?” Your friend, Eliza, whispered. She already found her soulmate, Alexander Hamilton. You haven’t met him yet, but you were told that he was a loud mouth and slightly pompous. It was intriguing how a woman like Elizabeth Schulyer ended up with a man like him. But you saw the glow in her eyes when she mentioned him, and your heart ached.

“Nope, why? Do they look as strange as their name?” You joked, sitting in the first row. She sat next to you, shoving the paper in your hand.

“Hahaha,” she said sarcastically, passing you the pamphlet, “the opposite actually. They’re hot.” You raised your eyebrow at her, and she chuckled, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. “I mean, they’re handsome. But, not as handsome as my Alexander.” She added, winking at you. You rolled your eyes at her, looking down at the paper in your hand.

You looked at the man who appeared first. Thomas Jefferson. His credentials were phenomenal, having several master degrees and even achieved the title of doctor. His hair was wild, curls pointed in every direction. There was a small smirk on his face, like he knew something you didn’t. You noticed he was wearing a turtleneck in the picture, and you were curious. Was he trying to hide something?

The next man was James Madison. He had several degrees as well, but most were bachelors. He was as handsome as the man before, his expression emotionless. His hair was short, and he wore a suit, with a scarf covering his neck.

The last, but not least, was Aaron Burr. He was grinning fully in his picture, in a suit and tie. His hair was short as well, and his credentials were amazing, competing with Jefferson’s. There was a camera glare in the picture, making it seem like his head was floating over his torso.

Eliza nudged you, bringing your attention to the stage ahead of you. “Hey, I know they’re good-looking, but wouldn’t it be better to see them in real life?” She whispered, and before you could give her an answer, the lights dimmed down, and the white screen came down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we would like you to give a warm welcome to The Democratic Republicans; Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison!” The crowd clapped loudly, and you wondered if this was some sort of concert. Why is it so loud at a convention?

The men walked out one by one, Aaron Burr appearing first. He waved at the crowd, grinning happily. Next, Thomas Jefferson walked out, nodding at the crowd with a small smile. James Madison was last, holding a tissue to his mouth, waving at everyone. They approached their podium, each of them having one individually. They were all wearing suits, besides Jefferson’s byzantium colored one.

“Oh shit, I was right…” Eliza mumbled, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You giggled, turning back to the stage. You did notice that all of them wore a scarf around their necks, underneath their suits, which was strange to you. You touched the turtleneck you wore with being aware, staring at the men.

“Welcome fellow scientists, lawyers, journalists, and whatever career you may have.” Jefferson started, causing a chuckle from the audience.

“We are here to present to you the idea of soulmates and how it has changed over the course of our lifetime.” Aaron Burr added, looking at his colleague. James coughed.

“We’ve researched most of our lives how soulmates became a concept, and in a few moments, we are going to show you our final findings.” James replied, passing the clicker to Jefferson. Jefferson smiled at his friend, and began the slides.

You wrote down as much information as possible, astonished that they came up with all these new insights on humanity and the tattoos etched on the skin. They were almost complete with their presentation, when they took off the scarfs around their necks. You were too focused on your writing to notice what was actually going on. Everyone in the audience gasped, and Eliza hit you on the arm.

“Look, Y/N! Oh, my gosh…” She mumbled, her eyes staring at you. You pushed your eyebrows together, confused.

“What-“ She turned your head towards the stage, and your eyes widened.

All of the men took off the cloth around their neck, revealing what they were hiding underneath. It showed a snake tattoo on their neck. But that was not the strange part.

“As you can see, we all have the same tattoo around our neck. We were not sure why this happens, but maybe it is because we all have the same soulmate.” Jefferson said, glancing at his friends.

“We thought that we were soulmates, but the tattoo did not glow or burn.” James added.

“So, we began researching this topic, since this has never happened before in the history of mankind. That there was more than one person we were meant to be with.” Aaron added.

Their tattoos were the same as yours. You heart beat quickened, realizing what was going on. You felt the skin on the left side of your body burn, and you pulled up your sleeve violently, revealing the red glow in the dark theatre. Your arm was shaking, and you felt a giant weight on your shoulder.

“What the hell?” You heard Thomas say. There were numerous gasps in the audience.

You looked back up to the stage, and all their tattoos were as red as yours. You quickly pulled your sleeve down, not wanting them to notice.

What were you doing? Did you not want to find your soulmate? You heard your mind say, but you ignored it.

“Our soulmate, they must be here. They must be in this room!” Aaron exclaimed, looking out into the crowd.

You had to leave, and it had to be quick. Before they noticed the glow of red on your arm and the pained look on your face. Eliza looked back at you glaring your things, and shook her head.

“Don’t leave them.” She whispered. “Don’t regret their love.” Her eyes were disapproving of you, wanting you to stop your mad dash. You disregarded her discontentment, and shoved your papers in your bag.

“Does anyone have the same tattoo as us? Please, show yourself!” Jefferson yelled, scanning the audience. There were murmurs around, the people in the crowd looking back and forth for the missing soulmate. You took this time to jump out of your seat, running to the exit.

“Hey!” You heard Aaron yell, but you ignored, almost making it to the door. You glanced back, seeing the three men leaping off the stage, their eyes on you. It was hard to run when your arm was in pain, but you ignored it, pushing through the doors.

You ended up in a packed lobby, bumping into everyone that was in your way. You heard protests and insults being thrown at you, but you just need to get away from all of this.

You needed to think about what this means.

“Please, just wait!” You heard James yell, and you froze, your body unable to move. You tried to run forward, but for some reason, it wouldn’t budge.

Your body would not let you leave your soulmates behind.

You turned around, coming face to face with the three men that were just on stage. Aaron was out of breath, leaning down. James was staring at you, in awe. Thomas smiled at you, and your heart warmed.

“So, you’re our soulmate?” James said, holding out his hand. You shook it. The glow on your arm lessened, but was still as bright as the sun. Thomas held out his hand next, and you shook it as well, your fingers tingling. The pain went away from the tattoo, and you sighed in relief. It still glowed wildly. Burr was the last, holding yours a bit longer than the rest. The glow immediately dissipated after that, leaving you four to stare at each other in amazement. After a few seconds of this, you cleared your throat.

“So, um, how are we going to fix this?” You whispered. They all looked at each other, and then at you.

“I guess we’ll have to share you.” Thomas grinned wickedly. You sighed, staring at the three in front of you.

You were always told; two is better than one. Who knew that it would double?

Kat’s Fic Recs: Sterek (under 10k)

*Yes, yes the first three are over 10k but they’re worth it!

For @prettyinsoulpunk, hope this makes your week better! 💖💖💖

On The Bus by bibliosexxual (13,299)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

*
In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (11,847)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

This is honestly so so cute and heartwarming. I don’t read much mpreg but this was so good and I recommend it 100%.

Word By Word by Cobrilee (11,843)

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

‘Til It Hurts or Bleeds or Fades by WeAreTheCyclones (10,731)

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

No Day But Today by fauvistfly (9,527)

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.

“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel.

in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Where Others Fade Away by pr1nc3ssp34ch (9,054)

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded (8,591)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071)

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (6,810)

“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (6,085)

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

One Year Down by haleofStilesheart (5,854)

Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship. But now that’s he’s been dating Stiles for a year, that’s about to change.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (4,966)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (4,481)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Hello My Old Heart by eversall (3,944)

It begins like this – Stiles is hopelessly lost in the Beacon Hills Library, which has definitely undergone renovations in the last two years, and he’s wandering around trying his best to look like a helpless puppy or something and sure enough, a librarian in a navy blue cashmere sweater and thick-rimmed black glasses shows up, and that librarian happens to be Derek Hale.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in something unfamiliar, an ache beginning to build in his chest.
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The pack drifts back together, and Derek in sweaters kind of breaks Stiles a little. In a good way.

A Treatise On The Importance Of Not Ignoring Your Date by LadySlytherin (3,490)

A tumblr-post-based fic, wherein Stiles and Derek have a meet-cute at a baseball game. Involves a kiss-cam, Stiles’ date being an ass, and a hot stranger.

Basically, Peter doesn’t survive the fire so Laura and Derek never go back to Beacon Hills, Scott’s never bitten, Stiles doesn’t know about the supernatural, and he goes to NY for college. Go, Mets!

Thank God Your Heart Is Too Close by hoars (3,469)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (1,423)

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Pokémon Go

Summary: In which Pokémon Go is Steve’s ticket to spending more time with you.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,859

A/N: This one is for a true angel, @buckysberrie. Mar, you’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to and I adore you with all my heart. Your comments on my fics never cease to make my day and I love being able to fangirl with you about all things One Direction-related. I hope you have an amazing birthday because that’s exactly what you deserve.

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this, you real-life queen.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Good morning, Steve!”

The super soldier curses under his breath, hating that you’ve spotted him. He had every intention of sulking all the way back to his room and maybe hiding out there until his training session with Nat. He didn’t want to stay here, where he would be forced to bear witness to something that made his chest ache. “Hey, Y/N.”

You smile at him for a few seconds, long enough to make his heart skip a beat, before diverting your attention back to your phone and the person sitting next to you. Sam.

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by yoonseok

Originally posted by recked

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing


“It’s been lovely to talk with you Mrs Kang” his deep voice bounced off of the creme coloured walls. “And so with you uh” The old lady stumbled over her words, not knowing what to call him.

The man chuckles, “Yoongi” he says lightly, leading her to the door way. She sighs and stops in her tracks “So this is it?” she whispers looking up at him, “I’m afraid so, I don’t usually tell my clients this but that was your last life, for now you will go up to the clouds…but I do have an escort waiting for you” 

Yoongi smiles and opens the wooden door, a tall elderly man displayed at the foot steps. “Oh my!” The old lady gasps and falls into her husbands arms, for whom she hasn’t seen in five years. 

“My Dear!” the elderly man shouted engulfing his wife into a loving hug. “Thank you, so much” the old lady reached out and took Yoongi’s hands and shook them, ignoring the fact that they were ten degrees colder than her own.

The couple walk up the stairs.

“Jungkook! Do I have anymore appointments?” the older male closed the door and walked back to his own mahogany desk. “No, sir. Not that I know of” the younger male pipes up from his own.

“Good, I can finally finish Goblin” Yoongi smiles referring to the hit K drama. 

As soon as Yoongi opens the website Jungkook screams “Sir you’ve got an un expected case. It’s a car crash scene” Yoongi groans.

He walks over to the door and grabs his jacket and hat putting them both on. 


“Where is it?” Yoongi ask’s, prancing the grounds where cherry blossom trees cover the street. “at the end of this street″ Jungkook whispers, barely keeping up with him.

The older male disappears into thin air to where the scene is, Jungkook groans cursing to himself that he doesn’t know how to do it yet. 


Have you ever heard of love at first sight? If you don’t believe in it. Here’s proof. Yoongi looked at the young girl before him, butterflies were released into his stomach, Yoongi had never felt this way before in his life as the Grim Reaper.

“Y/n Y/l/n” Yoongi started catching your attention, your puffy red eyes displayed perfectly. Normally he wouldn’t care but this time his heart ached just a bit.

After he named your age, birth date, weight ect. ect. You looked up at him “Is this correct?” he raised one eyebrow asking you, “The weight” you whispered he sighed and got out his pen, “Bigger or Lower?” “Bigger” you said “By how much?” he asked, you shook your head not willing to give out the information.

“Listen, I understand. You’re not the first girl who has refused to give me her age or weight, trust me, I don’t care about it.” He sheepishly smiled at you. 

“I’m 62 Kilo Grams” you smile. Yoongi, taken a back. Rarely no one tells him, of course he already knows but everybody refuses to tell.

“Great, lets go” he smiled extending his left hand out, you looked him up and down and then back to your lifeless body. Bystanders trying to get your bloody covered frame out of the car, some crying some screaming. 

“I don’t understand why they’re crying, I mean I didn’t even know them” You sighed standing up grabbing his hand. “Some people need to cry, so they take any chance they have to start crying. Others are just in shock.” he chuckles.

You smile and finally admire his features, “Why haven’t you asked any questions about me?” he whispered as you two strolled down the street. 

“My grandma, she told me about you. You were a legend and a myth where she grew up, I know exactly who you are but I never believed in it at first…but now you’re here” you laughed remembering the fond memory of your grand mother.

The two of you reached the end of street “This won’t hurt but close your eyes, they might get damaged” he whispered. In a matter of seconds you were at his office.

“I rarely do this. Actually, I don’t do this at all” Yoongi started, thinking if he should really ask you this. “But, would you like to stay here…with me? You wouldn’t go to the other side. Instead, you would be here as my wife” Yoongi knew this was forbidden.

You were taken aback by his sudden question, would you really want to stay here for the rest of your days? You didn’t want to die, from the stories your grand mother told you, he could go anywhere in the world and explore. Something you couldn’t do because of the student debt you owed to your university.

You were looking for the answer, Yoongi’s warm smile making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You though of the cons and pros and the pros took first place, you were about to tell him yes but then something happened.

You disappeared.

“Clear!” You heard a female shout, the electric impulses shot through your body making you jolt forwards.You’re eyes slowly opened, revealing the all too bright light known as the sun, ‘was that all a dream or did that happened?’


“What the hell happened?” Jungkook whispered looking at his boss waving his hand where you previously were. “I-I don’t know, find where she is!” Yoongi shouted.

Jungkook runs over to his black desk and grabs the mortal pad, an immortal electronic device that can tell you anything about anybody. “Sir…why did you ask her that? I mean, if you wanted a companion, there are plenty of other female grim reapers who would love to be all over you” Jungkook whispered, scribbling down the address on a scrap piece of paper.

“She…she was different than all of the others, humans and Grim Reapers. She knew who I was ever since she was a little girl, nobody in the history of my career know who I am.” Yoongi sighed grabbing the paper from Jungkook’s hand. 

“You knew what she was going to say don’t you? I could hear her thoughts from here” Jungkook laughs and sits down. “She was practically shouting yes” Yoongi smiles and vanishes to your hospital room.


“Darling we have to go now” your mum whispered to you kissing your forehead, “Your younger brother has school tomorrow, and your father and I have work tomorrow. Your aunty will come to check on you” she stands up and walks out the door.

“you have a lovely family” The nurse walks in, changing the IV drip. “Would you like the lights off?” she asks. You nod your head. Luckily there was no damage done to your spine, It just hurt. Like a bitch.

As soon as it went dark and the door was shut, you closed your eyes and waited for your deep slumber to arrive.

“Luckily I didn’t say yes” you whispered to yourself, “Why’s that?” you heard a deep voice come out from the corner. A scream escaped your lips “Who’s there?!” you whisper shout grabbing the plastic cup next to you.

“Relax, it’s only me. Now, why are you lucky you didn’t say yes?” The plastic cup flew out of your hand and into his, the lights flickered on showing his face.

“So it wasn’t a dream” you whispered, he stepped closer to you. “I repeat, why are you lucky you didn’t say yes?” he grinned showing the sharps of his teeth.

“I have a second chance at life now, If I said yes I wouldn’t be able to take this opportunity” you sighed. 

“But you were going to say yes, please. Come with me. I will give you everything that you could possibly want” his smile turned into a more general one, the type you would see on an angel.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I have a second chance at life.” You smiled resting your head against the white pillow.

“Well if you’re not going to come with me” he takes a seat in the green chair besides you.

“I guess I’ll just have to stick around for a while”

Little did you know, this is where your life changed.

(Part 2  Part 3  Part 4)

anonymous asked:

Any recent new Supercorp fics you might recommend? I seem to have read most of what's out there

Welp, I honest to God hope I don’t recommend any fics that you’ve already read (since I’ve read pretty much everything out there too).

Here’s a link to my bookmarked page.

The ones that are currently standing out to me would probably be (I’ll also write short reasons why I like them so much besides the fact that they’re all well-written; as for the ones without reasons, just read them anyway, trust me, some of them can’t be described with words)…

One/Two/Three Shots

- First Contact by TheSpaminator

I really like the concept of Lena being touch averse due to the Luthors being abusive, and I really relate to it on a personal level.

- How Would You Feel by @lenanvers

Angst in a college setting with high school history. I kind of wanted to yeet myself off a cliff (in a good way) when I read this.

- Lena’s Assimilation by @thejollywriter

So everyone writes fics about Lena getting shovel talks and not being accepted as Kara’s girlfriend by Alex and Clark. But this uncertainty stems from Eliza whereas the rest of the gang love Lena and I just thought it was a really interesting read and it made me shed a single tear (I’m pretty emotionless so it’s a milestone).

- Of Soul-Mates and Heart-Ache by Rykeral

Soulmate AU angst so why the fuck not? I loved it.

- Only Human by Khrat9

Angst. Just…angst. Such lovely angst with feelings.

- The Inevitability of Robotics by donteatmyfingerprints

I love this series and the concept of Kara being a robot and Lena constructing and programming her is pretty fucking dope so…

- The Roles We Play by ForeverInsomniac

Lena’s former one-sided love interest returns so cue Kara wallowing in sadness because she thinks Lena still has feelings for her. It is great.

Multiple Chapters

- Banana Pancakes by thisjourneysend

- Colors Must Fit Together as Pieces in a Puzzle (or Cogs in a Wheel) by gaykaradanvers

- Come Back to Me by Justaroundthatriverbend

I’m a slut for Lena recovering emotionally and physically from a red kryptonite infected Kara…

(Okay, but there’s another fic where Lena was pretty much assaulted by a red kryptonite Kara, and I just can’t find it. I think the title was something akin to Monsters Under the Bed/Closet or something like that. If someone could name it I would appreciate it very much.)

- Days in a Lifetime by @stennnn06

Childhood AU angst is my jam.

- Heroism is a Full Time Job by @unicyclehippo

- Hold Onto Me by Idisch_von_Swedish

I’m a sucker for darker fics.

- I’m Kara Danvers by @littlekbrother

- Jealous of the Way (You’re Happy without Me) by BloodInTheFields

I love jealous Kara. And feelings. And angst.

- Making Waves by CSIGurlie07

I really loved the dynamic among Clark, Kara, and Lena. That’s all I’m saying. Also, angst.

- Mercy on Me by @stennnn06

Angst.

- My Youth is Yours by lynnearlington

You’ve probably heard of this one.

- Nobody’s Fool by @ifourmindbeso

Lena being a dramatic self-sacrificing ho who saves the day again.

- Not Afraid to Fall by @prettyaveragewhiteshark

So I often stray away from fics that have any smut in them, or I usually skip the smutty text, but the angst in here is amazeballs.

- Not What I Seem by Averno

More amazing angst with a seemingly gray Lena. But it hasn’t been updated in ages and it makes me want to cry because it’s so good.

- Ocean Blues by FemslashFantasies

Mermaid AU was something I didn’t know I needed, but it hasn’t been updated in forever as well, so caution here, don’t get invested.

- Offstage by Aerstes

Again, if you’re not a smut person, you can skip this, but there’s angst so I scroll through the smutty parts. It’s great honestly.

- One Night by Cartecka

I like how it goes back and forth between Kara and Lena’s dynamic from when Lena didn’t know about Kara being Supergirl to her knowing. I just really, really, really like it. 11/10 should read. But it also hasn’t been updated in a while so try not to get invested.

- Of Sun and Steel by cascaralatte

Star Wars AU and I love Star Wars plus angst.

- Out of the Dark by @unicyclehippo

Just read it. Just fucking read it.

- Paranoia Incarcerated by SupercorpSmutFluffandAngst

I have so many feelings about this fic it’s not even funny. The relationship between Kara and Lena and their dynamic is portrayed really nicely. And they’re both written as complex and complicated characters with depth as opposed to the show, and it addresses a lot of things the Supergirl writers don’t.

- Past Mistakes by @mssirey

I just really like Kara’s and Lena’s interactions with each other and the plot is great as well, it’s not too many chapters in, but it has great potential.

- Shields Down by UnicornRobot

Once again. Slut for angst and there’s jealous Lena.

- Signs by lostariels

Angst. Angst. Angst. Endless amount. Angst heaven.

- Stuck in the Storm by BuckleUp1698

I got really invested in this fic, but it hasn’t updated in forever so I suggest you go into reading it gently.

- Such Bright Minds and Lives by @teamsupercorp

SCREAMS. Hogwarts AU? I think YES. I just love it so much and I think it’s a great read. It’s a companion to the main one below.

- Such Unruly Heads and Hearts by @teamsupercorp

I really enjoyed reading about Lena’s growth throughout each chapter, or each year, of her stay in Hogwarts, as well as the romance between her and Kara that just made me want to scream. Also there’s angst. It hasn’t updated in a while as well, so I suggest you read this lightly.

- The Fifth Wall by @blackteaandbones

Okay, so I usually stray away from children fics, because honest to God, I’m not a fan of kids. I’m sorry. I’m more a dog, cat, snake, or any type of pet person instead. I just…not a fan of babies. BUT, this fic really makes me change my mind about children. At certain points. Which is honestly really saying something.

- The Heiress, the Girl of Steel, and the Man Who Fell to Earth by @littlekbrother

I really enjoy reading fics where Mon-El isn’t a dickbag and where he is genuinely just a kind of nice guy (like in the goddamn comics), but actually (actually) improves as a person and doesn’t repeat his mistakes. (Side note: I enjoy writing fics where Mon-El isn’t a dickbag either, but there’s so much potential for angst if I do write him as one, so it’s a stalemate for me there.)

- The Wrong Superhero by ThatLesbianFangirl

Jealous Kara? I think yes! And angst is tagged on there.

- Three Days by @thattallnerdybean

Aaaaaaaaangst with Kara and Lena written as more complex characters than the show writers. It made me scream every single chapter I believe. Like, to the point I had to save it for when I got home and in my bed so I wouldn’t disturb the public.

- You Are the Fire (and I’m Gasoline) by youmeandem

Okay, this one is also where I have to tuck myself in bed to read because the angst is just so good.