and then he can give me a bunch of clothes

got7 as best friends

Mark ; the chill best friend

  • always has your back
  • enjoys listening to you talk about your day or vent about your problems, he just loves being there for you
  • would also be super silly with you though, he’d show you this side to him often
  • always buying you food
  • would be the cutest by always complimenting you and reassuring you whenever you’re stressed
  • demands that you tell him whenever you have a crush on someone so he can see if they’re worthy of you
  • is always hyping you up

Jaebum ; the protective best friend

  • teases you so much, not a day goes by without him teasing you
  • yet he’s super protective and spoils you so much
  • will deadass fight anyone who messes with you without any hesitation
  • “You’re so annoying [Y/N].” “Kiss my ass.”
  • gets really shook whenever you talk back to him or show him sass
  • you two always make faces at each other
  • he always jokes around about how he doesn’t really like you 

Jackson ; the ultimate best friend

  • always reminds anyone in his and your life that he’s your best friend and that you’re his
  • makes super cheesy posts about why he loves you and how he’s so grateful to be your friend
  • is super clingy, always showing his love with hugs
  • you two are those super loud besties that annoy pretty much everyone
  • “Yeah, [Y/N] is MY best friend and I’m THEIR best friend.”
  • texts you every single day
  • buys you a bunch of gifts like matching necklaces, bracelets, clothes, pretty much anything that can show the world that you’re his bestie

Jinyoung ; the wise best friend

  • is always right, you can never win a fight
  • is super petty and sassy with you
  • but boy is he the biggest sweetheart with you though
  • loves looking after you (even if he never admits it) and is there for you no matter what
  • constantly gives you advice and is always there when you’re in need of someone to talk to
  • “No, but for real… I do love you. You mean a lot to me.”
  • you two always hit each other, it’s how you show your love for one another

Youngjae ; the cutie best friend

  • you two go on lots of platonic dates
  • never fails to make you smile with his smile
  • sends you dozens and dozens of photos and videos of coco everyday
  • you take so many pictures of him and he’s always more than happy to pose for them
  • playful teasing with one another is a common ritual 
  • sends you good morning and goodnight texts
  • you two are always smiling and laughing whenever with each other

BamBam ; the best best friend

  • pretty much texts you 24/7
  • always takes pictures of you and always asks you to take pictures of him
  • threatens to beat up guys who have crushes on you but actually teases the hell out of you whenever you’re with another guy
  • you two have photos of each other where you look super ugly or just hilarious and use them as reaction photos
  • “Do you think dogs can understand us? Like really understand?” “GO TO SLEEP BAMBAM.”
  • pretty much lives at your place, he’s always there
  • lots of long deep talks about life

Yugyeom ; the easygoing best friend

  • you two always bribe each other 
  • “What if I buy you a choco shake?” “Dammit, okay I’ll do it.”
  • asks you to record and critique his dancing videos
  • compliments you almost everyday
  • lets you wear his hoodies if you buy him food
  • you two have a habit of smacking, or kicking, each others butts
  • takes you out to eat quite often
heartbeat pt. IV

Title: Heartbeat Pt. IV
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rough stuff, angst, drama, more fluff than usual. It’s time for shit to get real this part, you guys.
A/N: This is gonna be the second to last part of the series, so I hope you guys enjoy. Once I finish this, I’ve got a lot more fun stuff up my sleeve for yall!

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Remember the Promise, Carl Grimes.

A/N: I made another one! I hope you guys like it as much as you have the last ones!

Summary: The reader and Carl are in a “no strings attached” kind of relationship that is as complicated as can be. Due to the disapproval of the reader’s mother they’ve been sneaking around for quite some time. Despite efforts to stop it, they both feel it turning into something more.

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Meddlesome Magical Cookies (Carlos/Reader)

Hi…. So I don’t know what to say other than I’m even deeper in this hole than I thought, so I found myself writing this and now I find myself posting it. I don’t know whether anyone could want any more of my rambling writing, but just let me know if you do, or if you have any ideas you’d like to suggest,

Summary: Mal’s revenge plot doesn’t go to plan, Carlos is the sweetest person in all of Auradon, you find the whole situation emotionally draining, and nobody deserved to pass Goodness 101 because they’re all evil masterminds.


Mal maintained that Carlos had it coming. That little shit had been ruining her and Ben’s dates all week for no apparent reason other than he was bored. She figured the least she could do would be cast a little teensy tiny spell on him in return. It was just your luck you got dragged into it.

Jay was an awesome person in your opinion, you hadn’t known him well a month ago, (hell it was only a week before that that you’d joined Auradon Prep in the first place), that was until you were paired together for a school project. You’d discovered he was a good guy and a great friend. It hadn’t mattered to you in the slightest who his parents were, and you had speedily become close friends with the Rotten Four, even declaring yourself their official parent after observing through their telling behaviour and rushed stories how awful their lives had been so far. You knew better than most that someone’s family had no effect on who or what they were, curtesy of your own parents.

You had been lifted out of school for the past week in order to visit Olympus and spend time with your parents (you really loved your parents, your Dad Hercules would relive you of your studies so you could spend the day together, and your Mother Meg would simply bail you out because she knew how much it sucked), and Jay had been nice enough to compile all the notes you needed. You were only annoyed at yourself that you’d forgotten to pick up the notes yesterday evening like you’d both planned and now had to drop by Saturday morning. It was comical really; how were you to know Mal had fed Carlos an altered batch of love potion cookies the night before, leaving adequate time for the spell to take effect by morning (it was a different recipe to the one she’d used on Ben, she had after all wanted different results). This one decreed whomever the affected saw first became the object of their unbridled affections. To put it simply, Carlos would fall in love with whoever he saw first that morning.

You knocked on the door.

You found yourself fidgeting as you waited, regretting not making more effort this morning, you didn’t care at all what Jay thought of your appearance, at least no more than anyone would care around their friends, but Carlos… Let’s just say you had a borderline unhealthy need for him to find you attractive. It was just, he always looked so goddamn attractive and his freckles were unfairly cute and his smile was lethally beautiful so you just, sort of hoped, that he might feel the same kind of way about you. Well. You thought that slim possibility was now nonexistent.

You knocked on the door again.

Jay, ever the heavy sleeper, didn’t emerge from underneath his mound of bedding. Carlos, ever the light sleeper, was unceremoniously awoken. He shuffled towards the door, opening it while rubbing his eyes and letting out the most adorable yawn fathomable.

“Hey Carlos- oh sorry, did I wake you?” You winced studying the boy’s sleepy disposition.

He watched your beautiful eyes scan his face, the concern for him in them making you all the more attractive. You were only wearing super causal clothes (in fact you’d slept in the shirt) but you looked incredible, mildly nervous at his prolonged silence and dark circles were visible under your eyes, but incredible nonetheless.

“Carlos? You okay there?”

He coughed. “Yeah. Yes, I am- I’m fine.”

You smirked dubiously. “You sound it,”

“So, uh, what can I do for you Y/n? I mean, how can I help?”

“I haven’t been here all week, and Jay had a bunch of notes to give me.” Your voice lilted at the end, the statement coming out as a bit more of a question as you peeked into the room.

“Well you can come in, if you- if you want? We can look for them, and, um, we can wake Jay up and make him help,”

“Awesome. Thanks Carlos.” He didn’t know whether his heart swelled at the smile of relief that spread across your face, or at the way you said his name. His heart always missed a beat when you spoke it, but now the effect seemed amplified somehow.

Your smile turned wicked at the sight of Jay soundly sleeping. You dropped your bag as quietly as you could on the floor, and crept forward. “Wake up Jay,” you exclaimed painfully loud, jumping on top of the slumbering boy.

The boy in question groaned loudly. “Y/n? Is that you?”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry I couldn’t resist.” You explained impishly.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a bad way to wake up.” Jay tugged down the duvet and grinned lewdly up at you, nodding at your straddled position over him.

You rolled your eyes at his innuendo, and moved to climb off of him when you heard a noise behind you.

Both you and Jay turned around curiously. “Carlos. Did you just, growl?” Jay asked disbelievingly.

“Don’t touch Y/n.” Carlos was stood with his fists clenched, his chest heaving and the rage practically rolled off him in waves.

“What did you just say? Did you just tell me not to touch Y/n?” Jay clarified bemusedly as you carefully slid off the bed.

The younger Isle boy didn’t cease to look distressed and you approached him, your confusion evident.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t-” He stopped, stretching his hand out towards you. You took it immediately and then Carlos had his arms wound around your waist, and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. What. You looked at Jay, who was trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

The boy currently wrapped around you let out a noise between a hum and a sigh, obviously contented. You felt his warm breath fan your exposed collarbone and you tried really really hard not to blush as red as Ariel’s hair.

“Carlos?” You questioned. No response. “Honey,” you implored, the word rolling off your tongue far smoothly than could be expected, and he finally lifted his head with a dopey smile. “Have you been feeling… weird lately? Maybe because you drank something, or you met someone strange?” Jay nodded his head at your assumption something unnatural had happened to Carlos to make him act this way. He looked thoughtful.

“He wasn’t like this yesterday,” Jay offered, his lips twitching unbidden. You knew why he was fighting a smile. You could practically feel Carlos staring at you intently (read: lovingly).

“Carlos what did you do last night?” You probed but it fell on deaf ears. Carlos had began to fiddle with your hair idly and yet again you resisted the compulsion to let a rosy blush consume you.

“I want more of Mal’s cookies.” Carlos murmured absently but with surprising determination.

You and Jay shared a look.

“Mal’s cookies?” You both said in perfect time together.

“They were really good,” The freckled boy muses, more to himself.

You conspire silently with the older VK yet again and know exactly what you have to do.


“Mal.” Nothing.

“Mal!” Nothing again.

“Mal, open the door right now or I swear to Hades I will-”

The door swung open.

“Jay it is a Saturday, what is wrong with you?”

“What did you do to Carlos?” Jay asks assertively, leaning against the door frame. Her smirk is delightedly cruel (some things never change) and she goes to answer him when she spies you. And Carlos. Who had refused to let go of your hand as you journeyed over there and now in addition held your waist and was he- Yes. He was now smelling your hair.

“Oh this is much better than I planned.” Mal sniggered, crossing her arms. “Hey Y/n.” You quirked an eyebrow. “Having fun?”

“Mal.” You said sternly ignoring Carlos’ breath which tickled your ear. This boy was going to be the death of you. “What the hell did you do to Carlos?”

“Well considering this turn of events, I’d say I’ve helped him act on his feelings.” You didn’t think to much on that, you weren’t sure you could handle that at 8:48 on a Saturday morning.

“Mal just tell us what you did.” Jay stood firm, crossing his arms and looking protectively over at you.

She sighed, “you’re no fun,” she strolled over to her bedside table, casual as you like and grabbed something from it. You all stepped into the room. “Here.” Mal tossed the item at Jay who caught it effortlessly.

“You didn’t.” He said upon seeing what it was.

“I didn’t. It’s a different recipe don’t worry.”

“What’s going on?” You asked.

The purple haired girl turned more somber as she caught onto how confused and unamused you were. “I’m honestly sorry you got pulled into it Y/n, I figured he’d see Jay and it would be really funny-” Mal actually looked kind of contrite and you squeezed her hand.

“Just tell me what you did,”

“I gave Carlos a love potion. One that worked by making him fall in love with whoever he saw first this morning.” Her face was mostly impassive but her eyes looked worried. Auradon was fast giving her a new moral code.

“Love potion?” Carlos himself questioned, his grip on you tightening.

“Why?” Jay queried.

“He’s been messing up my dates with Ben all week. For no reason. I thought this would get him to lay off,”

“Can you make an antidote?” You interjected trying not to seem too upset. It wasn’t because Carlos was now in love with you, that was pretty much a dream come true, but you wished it wasn’t induced by a potion and spell.

“Sorry, you kind of have to let it run its course,”

“And how long will that be?”

“I’ve no idea,” You glared at her. “Whoops?” She tried.

“You’re so lucky I love you.”


It had been a week. And you were an awful person. A truly reprehensible excuse of a hero and you parents should be ashamed. Why? Because you had loved it.

Carlos pretty much hadn’t left your side. He had arrived outside your room every school day at 8AM, accompanied by some kind of breakfast treat he’d been persuaded into buying at the bakery and, obviously, Dude. You had established a routine of him being adamant you couldn’t pay him back, and you trying to outwit him and sneak him the money at some point in the day. He always won (thievery and its trappings had been Jay’s speciality sure, but that didn’t mean Carlos was bad at it) and you always pretended like it wasn’t adorable.

He walked with you to every class and tried to meet you after every one concluded. On the few occasions he hadn’t been waiting for you when you got out, you only had to listen for thudding footsteps and know he was racing to arrive before your lesson ended and hadn’t quite succeeded.

He was glued to your side at lunch, and you were required to taste every single item on his plate to affirm it’s deliciousness, even when you had food yourself (“mines better, just try it”). Even in general he was very big on sharing things with you and didn’t care about displaying his affection for you in public. Thankfully, that eased up after the first day otherwise you would have gone round the whole time looking like a tomato.

Your friends thought the whole thing was hilarious. Evie would constantly coo and remark on how cute a couple you were which would have Carlos grinning like a fool and you shooting her deadpan looks. Jay was amused by the whole affair and hadn’t stopped teasing you for even a second. Ben (arguably your closest friend) was at once concerned about Mal using disruptive magic, confused by the strange dynamic, and oddly smug in his insinuations that hinted he knew how this would pan out. Lonnie and Jane had reactions that best reflected the general consensus at Auradon Prep. They hadn’t even realised Carlos was under a spell. On Tuesday Lonnie had made an innocuous off hand comment; “I’m so glad you and Carlos finally got together, the suspense had been killing me,” to which you had spluttered out an explanation before making a hasty departure. Jane had been the same, but this time you were calm as you informed her of the situation and she was the one sputtering. By the time a week had passed they all acted as if they knew something you didn’t. It was infuriating.

Mal’s reaction was… Bizarre at best. She had been avoiding you, you assumed out of guilt, but an inordinate amount of times in a day you would catch her staring at you and Carlos. Her expressions ranged from surprise to glee to mischief to amusement to worry. Whatever it was, you knew Mal wasn’t great at ‘touchy feely’ stuff, so you maintained you would wait for her to come to you.

As for everyone else, you wanted to scream. No one had batted an eye, not even blinked. And it wasn’t like Carlos was subtle, sure you wouldn’t let him kiss you (the lack of consent would make your skin crawl), but he had been fairly happy with finding other ways to be obscenely romantic and adorable.

You were incredibly shocked when nobody commented or seemed surprised as Carlos positioned himself half on top of you in the Cafeteria and tried to ply you with fries. Surely someone should be surprised by these developments? This wasn’t Carlos’ normal behaviour, he was under a love spell for crying out loud. But still, not a single person seemed confused by this turn of events.

All in all, you were in far too deep and didn’t really want to dig yourself out. However, your father had one of the best moral compasses in the world, and you knew what the right thing to do was.

Enough was enough. Despite how much you had guiltily enjoyed Carlos being in love with you all week, it was wrong. And you told him as much.

“Y/n, wait,” He pleaded as you all but dragged him to Evie and Mal’s room. “I don’t want to lift the spell.”

You faltered for a second but continued climbing the ornate stairs. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you want.” You could see the girls’ door at the end of the hallway and strode towards it.

Carlos ran ahead of you, walking backwards as he tried to stop you getting to the door. “I know I don’t want to stop feeling like this.” You avoided his eyes. “Y/n,” He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I love you.”

This had started as a joke but it didn’t feel very funny now.

“No you don’t.” You said firmly and he tried to argue back but you kept talking. “Carlos. You have been so amazing to me this past week, and I’ve loved you loving me, but this isn’t right. There is someone out there who can make you feel this way, without a love potion, and I can’t keep you to myself and deprive you of being in love for real.” You felt stinging tears form and you willed them not to fall. Since when were you so emotional? God, this whole thing was so dramatic. You turned away from Carlos, who looked painfully crestfallen. Your only solace was that you weren’t the only one who’s eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

You rapped on the door twice.

Evie answered it, looking bubbly and chipper as usual. However she immediately seemed to understand how distraught the two people knocking on her door were and so sobered quickly.

“Are you two alright?”

“Is Mal here?” You asked insistently.

“Yeah she’s right- Mal, Y/n and Carlos are here to see you.” Evie interrupted herself, summoning her best friend.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite couple,” she smirked as you entered the room, emerging from the bathroom herself.

“Undo the spell.” You ordered.

“Y/n I need-”

“I know you said it wasn’t possible but there has to be an antidote or an anti spell or some vodoo pendant to make this go away, I mean half my family are gods I’m sure there’s someway we could-”

“Y/n, Y/n listen to me.” Mal cut you off, grabbing your shoulders and halting your rushed expulsion of words. Her eyes flicked to Carlos who was moping in the corner. “I have to tell you something about the spell.”

“What? What now, it lasts for a year?” You ran your hands through your hair before tossing them up in frustration.

“Does it?” Carlos said hopefully from the other side of the room. You glared at him.

“Carlos. Stop. You’re not really in love with me and you never could be. Stop fighting, we need to remove the spell.” You spat, aware you were being mean but you couldn’t bring yourself to retract your words. Couldn’t he see this was hurting you just as much?

“I don’t care about the stupid spell, I love you. Why can’t you understand that?” He surged across the room towards you, staring back at you fiercely.

“No you don’t. You only think you do.” You insisted, your faces mere millimetres away from each other at this point.

“Uh, guys?” Mal piped up from beside you. “I have a confession to make.”

“What?” You and Carlos snarled simultaneously.

“The love potion only lasted 24 hours.”


“What?” You whispered.

Mal scratched the back of her neck, torn between feeling remorse at how upset her friends clearly were, and pride at how this whole situation had turned out.

“We kind of found out on Wednesday, the recipe, the one I used for the cookies, it was only for 24 hours.”


“Everyone else knows,”

You gulped. “Let me get this straight: Carlos hasn’t been under a spell since Sunday morning?”

Mal nodded.

“All week, that wasn’t a spell, that was all him? All genuine?”

Mal nodded again.

“Carlos is really in love with me?”

“Maybe you want to ask him that. We’re just, we’re gonna go.” Mal backed out the room, only pausing to grab Evie who had been watching the exchange with glowing eyes, and would have continued to do so if she left her.

The door shut with a loud click.

“You love me?”

Carlos was now somehow sheepish, and sheer adoration coursed through you as he shuffled his feet and fidgeted. “Carlos?” You had stepped apart during the revelation but now you closed the distance.

His eyes locked on yours. They seemed, almost sad. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love you so much Y/n.”

“Well good,” you laughed shakily, tugging him forward. He awkwardly collided with you, the very definition of surprised. “Because I love you too.” You didn’t realise until you said it how true it was. You loved Carlos.

He smiled so sincerely and so widely you couldn’t help but mirror him. He linked his fingers with yours, studying your face carefully.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I would be offended if you didn’t.” You grinned, leaning towards him and kissing him on the mouth. It was a kiss of contradictions; it was all at once bruising yet tender, sweet yet lustful, soft yet passionate. One of your hands still awkwardly grasped his shirt, the other played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Carlos’ hands didn’t seem to know where to rest so they travelled up and down your sides. Your noses brushed gently as you pulled away and you couldn’t help but smile dopily. Yet again he wore a matching expression and you rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, how come you were ruining Ben and Mal’s dates in the first place?” You asked curiously: in your mind it was the only happening left unexplained.

Carlos smiled, rolling his eyes, presumedly at himself, “I was sulking because you’d gone to visit your parents, and Ben and Mal seemed so happy and I was jealous so I-”

He didn’t finish because you started laughing. All of this was the result of Carlos’ intense moping. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He sighed but there was an easy smile on his face.

“Yes you are.” You admitted as you chuckled and pulled him back towards you. You kissed him eagerly, intent on making up for lost time. You shivered, like an electrical current was surging through you, and it felt addicting.

Your love for Carlos (like his love for you) thankfully, wasn’t from a batch of enchanted cookies, or a mystical spell, but it sure felt magical.


Castiel x Reader

A/N: Sorry it’s so short, I wasn’t quite sure on what to write for this one.

Request: Hi! I was gonna ask if you could write an imagine where Castiel finds the readers bras and thinks they are some kind of weapon and asks her why she has weapons in her dresser and she gets all flustered and awkwardly explains to him what they are and how it’s not used as a weapon.

Warnings: Season 5 Cas, fluff

Word count: 425

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You said your goodnight’s to Sam, Dean, and your Uncle Bobby before heading upstairs to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You could have sworn you heard something rustling as you passed your bedroom, but ignored it and continued to the next room.

Picking up your toothbrush, you ran it underneath the tap to wet the bristles before placing a touch of toothpaste on and running it under the water once more. “Y/n?” Castiel’s gruff voice nearly scared you to death. “Why do you have an abundance of weapons hidden in your bedroom?” You rose an eyebrow, ready to explain you only had a silver knife and a gun but you froze in shock as you saw what he was holding in the mirror.

“Cas!” You shrieked, quickly stealing the undergarment from his hands. He looked up at you with confused eyes, wondering what he might’ve done wrong. “T-that’s not a weapon, you dork.”

His eyebrows furrowed in even more confusion, his head tilted to the right. “What are they used for then?”

Cheeks reddening in embarrassment, you wanted to dig a hole and hide away. If Sam or Dean could hear this conversation they’d never let you live this down. “T-they’re used to support my…c-chest.” You murmured, your eyes falling down to the tiled floor. You were definitely going to lock your bedroom door next time.

You looked back up at the angel, your eyes narrowing at him. “Hey! Eyes are up here.” You waved your hand in front of his face, watching his bright blue eyes snap from your chest back to your own eyes. “Just…stay away from my stuff, alright?”

“I don’t understand how they can supp-” 

“Castiel!” You said, louder. “I am not having this conversation with you.” You murmured, completely embarrassed by now.

“I just want to know how they can manage to support your chest, Y/n.” 

Giving up on brushing your teeth, you fled back to your bedroom and locked the door before Castiel came in again. You had no idea why he was in your room to begin with, but you weren’t going to let him get his hands on your bras again. Hiding them underneath a bunch of other clothing, you threw yourself under your blankets and tried to ignore the laughter coming from downstairs followed by Castiel’s confused voice. “She wouldn’t tell me, did I do something wrong?” The heat rose back up to your cheeks and you nervously bit your lip, praying that nobody would bring it up tomorrow morning, but that was false hope.

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soft, elegant, golden

They stare up at the building and Philip slaps Lukas’s arm, grinning over at him when he jumps. “What do they say about catching flies, huh?” Philip asks, giggling when Lukas grabs at his hip.

“It just looks so strange staring straight up at it,” Lukas says, their shoulders brushing together. “Did you want to come this late because it won’t be as packed?”

“Yeah,” Philip says, reaching down and taking his hand, pushing through the front door. “Normally there’s a line out the front. We’ve got a good two hours until they close.”

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six minus five is One

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C - your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings- NSFW, very sexy Negan times & language. NSFW aesthetic

3400 words

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chuuya, chuoya and cyuya

i just wanted to write this bc ive been down for a couple of months and writing silly things helps

this is on ao3 too

“Dazai….if u must date me” chuuya whispers thru the night, clutching his hand beneath the grimy yellow of the porch light, “u must know”

“Lol about what”

chuuya takes his bandaged hand and goes

“about the other mes”

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    “Come on, Ri, you have to go.” You sighed, placing your brothers clothes on his bed. He sat there with a blank look on his face as he rolled the silicone sleeve on his leg. You knew exactly what he was brooding about and it broke your heart. “River,”

    "I don’t have to go to therapy, okay? I hate doing this three times a week, sitting in a circle with a bunch of other freaks, talking about our dreams and feeling sorry for ourselves! I have stuff to do!”

    “Like what, Ri? Its helping you, I can see it. Please go… for me, Ri, it gives me… I don’t know peace of mind or whatever, okay? Just go.”

    “Peace of mind?” He scoffed.

    “Yes, River, peace.”

    “If it gives you so much peace then you go.” He muttered, looking up at you. “Fine, I’ll go, but just so you know, I’m not happy about it.”

    “Great, Ri, that’s what I was going for. Get dressed.”

    “I am! Get out.” He snapped and you left, closing his door as you went to get his medicine ready, knowing he would t take it until you made him, knowing he’d probably rather have the nightmares and panic attacks than accept anyone’s help.


    “It’s great that you come with him every week… it really helps a lot for people to have support when they’re going through this.” The group leader appeared behind me, holding out a drink for me. I took it, smiling. “I’m Sam.”

    “Y/N.” You replied. “He’s my brother and he’s been there for me my whole life. I’m just returning the favor.”

    “It’s still nice to see you come here with him.” Sam commented.

     "Yea, well I have to practically drag him through the door. He refuses any help. I try to talk to him about his nightmares and he denys ever having them, is that normal? I mean, he just… he screams so loud and it’s terrifying for me, I can’t imagine what it must be like for him.“ You said, sipping your drink so you wouldn’t ramble anymore.

    "Sadly, it is normal. I know it’s scary but you have to be there for him he needs you, do you have any other family?”

    “No, it’s just the two of us…”

    “It hard, isn’t it?”


    “Here…” Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and a business card from his wallet. It was a card for the building the meetings were held in but Sam flipped it over. “If River or you ever need anythig, anything at all, you give me a call. Day or night. If you need somebody to talk to, I’m here.” He held out the card for you.    

    “Thanks, Sam.”


I Want Out Pt.2

Catch Up: Part 1

Group(s) & Member(s): EXO’s Sehun ft. EXO, Got7′s Mark ft. Got7  

Genre: Gang AU, Angst

Warnings: cursing.

Summary: Your boyfriend Jungkook has promised to escape the gang world with you. But when he breaks his promise because of a secret you kept, an old flame reignites in the form of your childhood friend, Sehun

“She’s in there, finally fell asleep like an hour ago” Mark whispers to Sehun outside the room in the warehouse. 

“So you knew she was dating him, didn’t you” Sehun says softly.

Mark shoots him a look and the two exchange some silent dialogue of understanding.

“But they’re done. He found out and now wants nothing to do with her, so naturally she’s pretty fucked up” Mark says

“You think she’ll be alright?” Sehun asks, looking at his friend. 

“With you around again….she will be” Mark responds, some semblance of a smile on his face. 

Sehun nods as his hand grips the doorknob. Slowly he pushes it open, the creak of it waking you. You stir and sit up, adjusting your eyes to see who had come in.

“Mark?” You mumble, rubbing your face with your hands.

“Yeah, I’m here. Someone else is here, too” He says, moving out of the way so that Sehun comes into view.

A wave of memories and feelings rush over you the second your eyes reach his. This was Sehun - your Sehun. The Sehun who you played in the sandbox with when you were 5, the Sehun that beat up the school bullies for you with Mark in middle school, The Sehun that was your first kiss during a game of truth or dare at a 9th grade party. The Sehun you loved, once. 

Still groggy, you rub your eyes softly before looking up at him. 

“What were you thinking joining up with a gang, you idiot” You say, filter lost and words spilling out.

Sehuns eyes flicker with sudden amusement “Well, it’s good to see you too”

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Tired Of Fighting (Part 4 for I Love You...)

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

A/N: Part four of the I love this series! This part is taking place a week after the ending in the last part.

Pairings: Roman X Reader

Warnings: Swearing

You woke up to the feeling of being kissed up and down your neck and arms tightly wrapped around you.

“Stop…” You mumbled.

“No…Get up” Roman mumbled into your neck.

“No….I don’t wanna” 

“We have to go get food” 

“We have food”

“Pop tarts and cookies are not food”

“They are for me”

“Well they’re not for me and since I’m gonna be living here, we’re going need real food to feed me” Roman said, slapping you ass before rolling out of bed.

“Ow! What the hell!” You whined. Roman walked over and into the bathroom in nothing but his boxers briefs. You enjoined the last week with Roman, he was sweet and caring, all through you still keep a little bit of a guard up. You were just worried that he would pick her again. 

You were letting Roman move in with you because all through you worried, he was staying with Dean and Seth, he has been staying with them since he filed and he was here most of the time anyway. There was a part of you that felt bad, because maybe had you not confessed your feelings for Roman, he could have worked it out with her.

You rolled onto your back and looked over at the clock 7:30am. 

“Romaannn! It’s to early to get up!” You whined, rolling around in bed.

Roman came back out of the bathroom and crawled into bed and hovered over you.

“You leave me no choice then….” Roman said, before tickling you.

“Ah! Roman! No! Stop! Please!”  

“Are you gonna get up!?” 

“Yes! Fuck! Yes, yes! Just sto- ahhhh haha!” Roman stopped and rolled off of you. He pulled you close and kissed the side of your head.

“I love you, Y/N” 

“I love you too, Roman” 

“We have to stop at Dean and Seth’s so I can get the rest of my stuff before going shopping” Roman said.

“Oh ok. I guess we can stop” You said, smiling.

“You guess? Come on you don’t want me walking around in my underwear all day” 

“Umm, yes I do!” You said, rolling over to give him a kiss. 

“Well I’ll just walk around in them anyway if that makes you happy. But I still need my clothes!” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that!”

I wouldn’t excepted anything else!”

At The Store-

You were walking next to Roman, picking up and looking at everything he put in the cart. He was buying a bunch of heath food, something you really weren’t use too. Yeah you ate heath foods, but you mostly had cookies, pop tarts, ice cream and cereal.

“Can I get some cookies?” You asked, Roman who was reading the back of some bottle.

Roman nodded his head. “Yeah, but one package, Y/N. One package” 

You smiled and kissed his cheek and left. You went down the aisle, grabbed your favorite cookies and when you were leaving you seen pop tarts. You looked at the cookies and then at the pop tarts. You grabbed the pop tarts and stacked them on top of the package of cookies.

You walked back down that aisle that Roman was in and seen that he was busy looking at something so you snuck the pop tarts in the cart and placed the cookies on top.

You walked over to Roman and wrapped your arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder.

“I know you got pop tarts too” Roman said.

“What?! How?!”

“I seen you walked down here with them! It’s fine, you can have them too. But only because I love you” 

“Come on, I got to go get broccoli” Roman said. You let your arms drop and Roman pecked your lips. 

“Noooo! Not broccoli!” You say, following Roman, who was laughing.

Back At The House-

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

Roman was insisted on cooking you a “real meal”. He was hovering over the stove while you sat on the counter.

Roman smiled at you and you smiled back. You watch as he cooked, thinking about how hopefully you could watch this for the reset of you life, how you could spent the reset of your life in Roman’s arms. You wanted to be happy and not to worry about him leaving, but you had a feeling that something or someone would mess it all up. The just the thought of it happening all over again, didn’t make you sad, it made you feel tired. Tired of fighting, fighting a fight that you may not win.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t know that Roman was trying to talk to you. Roman stepped between your legs and starting kissing  you, to get your attention.

You snapped out of your thought when you felt Roman pinch your hip, as he covering your face, jaw and neck in kisses. 

Roman moved up and kissed you lips, you kissed back.

“You okay?” Roman asked, when he pulled away.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about somethings” 

“Alright, well dinner is done” 

Originally posted by grabiajulia

The dinner Roman cooked was amazing. But now he had you laid out of the couch, kissing and sucking on your neck, his hands running up and down your legs. Your hands went up to his hair, pulling it out of the bun he had it in. You ran your hands through his hair as he continued to suck on your neck. Just as you let out a moan, there was knocking at the door.

Roman didn’t stop and either did the knocking.

“Ro, we…we should get that…”  Roman began to kiss all the way up your neck and down your jaw.

The knocking only got louder. Roman pulled away and looked towards the door and whispered “Son of a bitch” 

Roman pecked your lips a few times. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move!” 

Roman quickly got off of you and walked over to the door. From where you were laying you could see the door and when Roman opened the door, your face drained of all color.

“Galina” You whispered.

I know it’s not long. But the next part should be interesting!

Inej turned to go. Kaz seized her hand, keeping it on the railing. He didn’t look at her “Stay,” he said, his voice rough stone. “Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me.”
She looked down at his gloved hand clutching hers. Everything in her wanted to say yes, but she would not settle for so little, not after all she’d been through. “What would be the point?”
He took a breath. “I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.
"You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?”
He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting.
“How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”
He released her hand, his shoulders bunching, his gaze angry and ashamed as he turned his face to the sea.
Maybe it was because his back was to her that she could finally speak the words. “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
Speak, she begged silently. Give me some reason to stay. For all his selfishness and cruelty, Kaz was still the boy who had saved her. She wanted to believe he was worth saving, too.
The sails creaked. The clouds parted for the moon then gathered back around her.
Inej left Kaz with the wind howling and dawn still a long while away.
—  Six of Crows, Leigh Bardugo

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I’ve also got a bunch of feminine clothing that I’m still trying to give away to my transfem pals, so if you live in the US and can pay shipping for a box, you can hit up my inbox for some pictures of anything you’re interested in. I’ve got shirts, a dress or two, lots of scarves and accessories, a purse, and TONS of jewelry. And you know, if you wanna pay for it too or donate, any money I make will go towards me getting some nice manly clothes so I can feel more like myself. Also probably food and textbooks. So that’s cool. Sorry for the shameless self-promo! But yeah, if you’re interested, don’t be shy!

Anonymous said to askyourfavouriteotp:

Steve, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done/experienced that Tony thinks is absolutely adorable? (And what are your thoughts on it, Tony?)  

“Modern clothes! Why, whyy they are so tight?!”

“Oh gosh, yes! Steve was so embarrased when he put on for the first time skinny jeans and a wife beater. He kept tugging on the material and grunting ’why it has to be so tight.’”

“Honestly, why?! It feels like I’m wearing nothing at all!”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, you look good in tight clothes! And isn’t Captain America suit tight?”

“Oh, it’s very tight. That’s why I don’t see a reason why in my free time I have to walk in other tight clothes. I miss my khakis and plaid shirts..”


“I don’t understand why you hate my old clothes so much!”

“And why do you hate my black tank top?!”

“You’re working in it for like a month already, Tony! Without washing it! Just give it to me so I can put it in the washing machine, and then you can have it back!”

“It’s my lucky top! If you wash it, it will lose its powers.”

“Now, that’s a bunch of crap and your top is disgusting! Soon there will be fungi growing on it! Give it!”

sugarboi  asked:

yoooooooo could I hit you up for a little hs!au sabriel???? (side destiel optional)

;w; i hope you don’t mind but i’m gonna combine this with a prompt i got a while ago about hsau gabe being mocked in gym class because he’s got a little extra pudge 

(also i don’t know how american schools work so uh i’m just gonna pretend gym class over there works the same way it does here)

Sam isn’t exactly sure why the shortest Novak boy suddenly decided they were buddies, he just did. One day in freshman year, he sat down at Sam’s table at lunch, introduced himself as Gabriel, and started chattering away like they’d known each other their entire lives. And that was that. 

Not that having Gabriel as a companion is unpleasant—occasionally difficult, maybe, but the ball of electricity within the boy that makes him somewhat hard to handle at times is also what gives him his charm. Gabriel sweeps through life, exuding confidence and drawing attention to himself as easily as honey enticing flies closer in promise of a good time. 

Maybe this is why it always comes as such a surprise when Gabriel’s confidence ebbs, becoming nothing more than a thin veil weakly attempting to hide his unease. 

“It’s barbaric, Sammy, I swear,” Gabriel bites out, bitterness hanging onto his words like a needy toddler.

“Hmm?” Sam says, pulled out of his book by Gabriel’s complaint. He finds himself slightly startled by the agitated jerkiness to each of the boy’s movements as he marches across the field. There’s a glint of anxiety mixed in with the amber of Gabriel’s eyes as he turns a halfhearted glare on Sam. 

“Gym class!” Gabriel exclaims. “They’re speaking horseshit when they say it’s to keep us fit,” he says, accentuating the quote with a mocking imitation of the principal’s British accent. “Forty minutes throwing rubber balls around ain’t improving anyone’s health, I can promise you that, Sammo. They’re just making us run around like a buncha assclowns for their own sick enjoyment. And now the sadistic bastards are victimizing me ‘cause I was too ill to take part in their DIY Hunger Games this semester.” 

"You haven’t been sick in three years, Gabriel,” Sam tells him. “You got Balthazar to write you fake doctor’s notes all semester.”

“Still don’t mean they should be able to fail me if I don’t try out for the swim team!” says Gabriel, sounding almost betrayed that Sam would point out the lack of legitimacy to his unfortunate semester-long series of illnesses. “What, they really think I’ve got some hidden talent as a swimmer? Gimme a break.” 

Sam offers him a consoling smile. “Look, It’ll be over in twenty minutes. Less time than an episode of Friends. And I’ll even wait for you, okay?” 

Gabriel’s only reply is a dissatisfied grunt, but some of the tension seems to melt from his shoulders. 


The shit hits the fan when Gabriel walks out the changing room in a pair of red and black swimming school trunks that are just this side of too tight.

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