and to be honest his hair is not that bad

He Can’t Hurt You.

Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.

Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).

A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)

Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.

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How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
Gif’s not mine!

Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”




“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

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lawnmowerlarry-deactivated20170  asked:

get this: a fic where lance was chosen to lead voltron by black, even though Shiro said he wanted keith to lead. The whole team gets into a fight over it, and Lance ends up leaving to save them time, but when he does, black makes the team go get him. good idea???? idk i just wanna see it in a oneshot

Ask and ye shall receive! Hope you like it!!
“Why.” Slice. “Won’t” Punch. “You.” Kick. “Open?!” Keith staggered back from Black’s raised barrier, taking in ragged breaths. Pidge furrowed her brows, palms pressed against the barrier. “Why won’t Black open to Keith? Shiro said he wanted him to lead Voltron. Why won’t he listen?” Keith raised his bayard over his head and with a yell, struck the barrier again. Nothing happened. Hunk stepped forward, peering up at the Lion. “Maybe it doesn’t want Keith to be their pilot. But if that’s the case…who do they want?” “I don’t know, but it’s really pissing me off!” Keith fumed. Lance, who had been unnaturally quiet, stepped up to the Lion’s barrier. “Calm down, Mullet. Maybe you’re just not being nice enough.” With that, Lance brought his knuckles to the barrier and simply knocked, just as he had with Blue. A pause. Then the barrier began to fall until there was nothing between the Lion and the other Paladins. “No fucking way…” Kieth turned around, face red. “You?! It wants you?! Are you serious, is this a fucking joke?!” Keith turned toward the lion and pointed his finger. “You’re messing with us, right? You honestly want Lance, out of all of us?!” Keith was answered with silence. Pidge paved back and forth. “Surely something must be wrong. For Black to chose Lance over all of us, especially Allura and Coran?” Hunk ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh man. This is bad. Keith, just try to calm down, alright?” “I AM CALM!!” Lance’s breath got caught in his throat. This was all too much. He never asked for this. Didn’t want it if he was honest with himself. How could he lead Voltron? He couldn’t even get his team to stop arguing and fighting. “I-I have to go.” The team didn’t hear him, even when Lance got into Blue and sped off to escape the fighting. The other continued to argue until a loud roar cut them off. Their mouth snapped shut and they slowly turned to the Black Lion, who eyes had come to life. A deep voice filled their heads. *Stop acting like children. Stop this foolish nonsense. It’s time to act like defenders of the universe.* Black roared once again, causing the remaining Lions to come alive. *Bring me back my Paladin.*

Save You

Originally posted by turibulum

A/N : Hello~! Sorry it took me so long to post another imagine, I was in a writer’s rut. But besides that how many of you guys saw the IT remake yet? I just watched it now too long along and let me tell you, it was goood. I liked it so much, I’m writing an imagine for it haha xD so in a way it inspired me 

- How Y/N began to be friends with Bill and the loser’s club. (A little background/prequel to the imagine I have planned.)- 

Word Count : 1583

The sudden chorus of rattling lockers near you caught you off guard as you were putting some books away.

“Hey there B-B-Bill, still looking for your dead brother?” You heard and without needing to look, you already knew who it was.

Henry Bowers and his goons were harassing Bill Denbrough again but by the looks of it, Bill wasn’t going to take it sitting down this time. 

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Originally posted by obscure-imagines

Warren Worthington III x Reader


Author: Morgan

Prompt: Can I have a Warren Worthington imagine? Like how about Warren got into a fight again and the reader is all worried and Warren says he’s okay and the reader just fixes his wounds and they cuddle?? I’M SO TRASH FOR WARREN


Warnings: None?

Warren hesitated to knock on your door. Another night, another fight, and as usual, he had shed some blood and earned some new bruises. But he couldn’t help it. They had been making fun of him…of you. It was the last straw. So here he was, back at the Mansion with his fist poised to knock on your door.

After waiting several more seconds in silence, he finally knocked. You hopped out of bed and pulled the door open, certainly not expecting to see Warren standing there with a black eye, bloodied knuckles, and several scrapes and bruises. He was a mess, and at the moment, you couldn’t tell if the blood stain on his jacket was from him or someone else.

“Oh my God, Warren, are you okay?”

“Yeah…I’m fine.”

“Good. You have to stop doing this.”

“I know.” He lowered his face. There were several moments of silence.

“Get in here.”

“Yes ma’am.” He trudged through the door, his heavy metal wings trailing behind him. His golden Mohawk of curls had been thrown into disarray and now resembled more of a messy halo. A halo on your fallen angel.

“What was it this time?” You asked, taking a seat in front of him.

“They think I’m some no good villain.” He rolled his eyes. “What else is new?”

“Who did this?” you asked. He shook his head, his eyes settling on the toes of his boots. “Warren.”

“New guy. You don’t know him. But he knew me from the news or whatever.”

“You’re famous,” you chuckled a little.

“Infamous is more like it.” He shook his head. His eyes tentatively met yours. “I wish everyone was like you.”

“Oh hush.” You held out both of your hands. “You’re just lucky I’m a healer.”

Warren offered you his knuckles first. His large calloused hands relaxed under your gentle whispers of touches. The white glow from your hands was cool, and in instants, the gashes had dissolved to nothing, leaving only skin behind. You waved a hand in front of his face, causing the swollen eye to shrink, and then cleared up his bruises. When you were done, he let out a blissful sigh.

“Well, I guess not everything about getting into fights all the time is bad.”

“Elaborate.” You smirked as he leaned back against your bedframe.

“I mean, getting to see you is certainly a perk.”

“There are other ways to see me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘Oh hey, (Y/N), want to go to the mall?’ or ‘hey (Y/N), do you want to go out with me?’ would work just fine, but nooooo, angel boy and his bad boy complex always seem to-”

“So you’d go out with me?” he cut you off, a smirk finding his lips. It did not help that you just noticed the way his black t-shirt hugged his biceps. Shit, he was hot. “Theoretically, of course.”

“Theoretically…yes.” You scooted a little closer to him and let a cold finger trail down the fabric of his t-shirt. Abs. Goddamn. “And if we’re being 100 percent honest here, I’ve always kind of had a thing for bad boys.”

“Is that so?” he raised an eyebrow and twirled a curl of your hair around one of his large fingers.



But, I’m also a huge cuddler. So, theoretically of course, this bad boy would have to be down for some mean cuddle sessions from time to time.”

“Oh, believe me, I can cuddle.” He crossed his muscular arms as though you had just proposed a challenge.

“Oh can you?”

“For your information, yes. I can.” You were skeptical. “Come here. Right now. We’re cuddling.”

“Are we?”

“We are. Right here. Right now.” Warren sunk down into the pillows the slightest bit. He opened his arms wide and folded and tucked his metal wings as far beneath him as possible. You crawled beneath the covers and surrendered to his strong embrace. He brushed the tiny hairs out of the front of your face. “See?”

“Cozy indeed, bad boy.” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and flicked the light off. “Goodnight.”

And so there the two of you were. Someone broken, and someone who pieced broken things back together. With you in his arms, Warren had never slept better.

How NCT 127 + Ten Would Kiss You


now listen since y'all sleep on taeil  so much that you probably don’t know this but he has really pretty lips and really nice hands so ,, naturally ,, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide)(i’m literally five why did i say that) anYwayS kissing taeil is going to be soft at first bc yeah he’s awkward but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare and you. probably tucks a flyaway lock of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he fINALLY kisses you, i imagine taeil is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s rlly in the mood bc he just likes the intimancy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be tho ngl.

Originally posted by nctaezen

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Langst mini fic #9: Old Habits Die Hard

(This fic is set before Shiro’s disappearance)


It was a habit.

And as they say, old habits die hard.

The team didn’t notice it at the beginning due to all the stuff that was happening around them. Fighting and saving the universe that lies solely on the hands of seven people was a pretty heavy thing that could fill up all their plates and the plate will never be big enough. It was maybe almost a whole Earth year living in the Castle of Lions that they finally realized what was happening.

It was Coran who saw it first, he passed the room of healing pods and saw Lance was there and cleaning one of the pods. Coran was about to say his gratitude towards the Blue Paladin for helping him in his chores in the castle when Lance suddenly gripped his hair and pulled at it. Coran was no idiot and he knew that Lance pulled too hard. But it seemed that it didn’t bother Lance at all for he just continued tugging on his own hair and cleaning the pods at the same time.

“Lance, my dear boy!” Coran finally got the voice to alert the boy and hoping to stop him from hurting himself even more.

“Huh? Coran? What is it?” the voice was genuine. The way Lance talked to the older Altean it was like their resident Blue paladin thought that there was nothing wrong in what he was doing earlier.

Well…technically Lance was not doing anything wrong…maybe Coran was just assuming…but…

“My dear boy, I need you to be honest with me.” Coran placed his hands on Lance’s shoulders.


“…why were you tugging your hair so hard just now.”


Oh. Maybe Coran was just reading too much in the situation. Of course, there was no way that Lance would inflict pain on his own body.

“Oh…” Lance’s face turned into one of realization and looked at Coran sheepishly, “Sorry, it’s a habit of mine.”



Pidge was the second one in the castle to noticed one of Lance’s bad habits. They were all exhausted and sitting for long hours cause they were defending the castle without getting in their lions. When they finally got a break, each of them immediately took off to let go of all the stress that builded up inside them.

That was the time that Pidge found Lance wandering around the castle while in a position of biting his fingers. At first Pidge wanted to tease Lance for such childish display but upon closer inspection she realized that the blue paladin was not biting his nails, not the nails but the skin that surrounded it! Some of his fingers had stains of blood which only meant that Lance gnawed at it deep enough to cause some superficial wounds.

“Lance! What the hell?! Do you want to get infections?!” her sudden outburst caused Lance to jump in surprised and stared at her with wide eyes of confusion.

And then his eyes followed to where Pidge was looking and a wince broke out his face. Lance merely wiped his fingers over his pants, inspected it again, then deemed that it was cleaned enough.

“Damn, and here I am looking forward in cleaning my nails. Now I need to wait again. Thanks, Pidge.” she felt the pat on her head and before she could asked Lance further, the Blue Paladin was walking away from her and Pidge felt that she got no energy to chase him and start an interrogation.

Maybe after some shut eye she could demand answers from Lance.


Hunk was very aware of one of Lance’s bad habits. So whenever the yellow paladin saw.signs of this particular habit showing up.he always make sure that Lance was not making himself sick unconsciously. Again.

A particular mission got all their nerves frazzled for they were closer to death this time compared to the previous ones. This left an impact to all of them and they faced this realization in different ways.

Keith just spent his time inside the training room as usual.

Shiro was meditating in Black’s hangar.

Pidge was still spending their time looking through security footage of different videos the team managed to get from the enemy ships.

Hunk was baking and cooking as usual.

Which leave Lance alone and Hunk was there to make sure that the Blue Paladin was not going back to one of his bad habits.

Hunk put all the cookies he baked on a tray (this time he made sure it was all edible and safe for human consumption) and made it his mission to go into Lance’s room.

He was not surprised to receive a rejection from his best friend, Hunk was actually expecting it to happen.

“I am sorry, buddy, ‘m not hungry….” Lance mumbled from the bed he was sitting on as Hunk settled the tray in the only table like furniture found in each Paladin’s room.

“Lance…” Hunk took a deep breath then sighed, “you know I am not asking. I need you to eat. Your last meal was dinner last night and it is technically already noon today.”

Lance looked at the tray of cookies and his eyebrows scrunched up in distress at the thought of eating something in his current state.

“Hunk…you know I can’t. Not now…”

“Lance, I also know that you need to eat.”

Lance shook his head stubbornly.

“Come on, buddy. At least four cookies and a liquid pouch then I will leave you alone.”

In the end, Lance managed to finish the whole tray of cookies that Hunk delivered in his room once he started eating.

Hunk knew that Lance’s think that he would throw up anything he will consumed while in a nervous or stressed out state, thus the reason why Lance often stay away from eating when he was in such state. Hunk also knew that Lance could keep it up for a whole day until he passed out due to hunger. It happened twice in the Garrison and Hunk promised to himself that he will not let Lance continue such self destructive habit of his.


When Shiro saw Lance plucking his eyebrows using his fingers one morning was enough to cause the black paladin to worry over his teammate.

He was just patrolling around the castle (even though he was told to relax) when Shiro came across Lance sitting alone in what they deemed to call as the common room. What disturbed Shiro the most was that the Blue paladin was just staring at the opposite wall, knees were pressed over his chest, and his right hand was slowly but continuously plucking the hair from his eyebrows.

It was a weird thing to see, Shiro must admit, because he knew Lance valued his physical appearance greatly. To see him doing something like this that could cause potentially temporary yet long term damage was enough to cause Shiro to worry.

“Lance?” Shiro entered and voiced out in order to have his known.

“Hm?” Lance gazed up lazily at Shiro, fingers still curled up over the eyebrows.

“Are you okay?”

At this, Lance stared at Shiro incredulously. It was as if the question didn’t make any sense at all for him.

“Um…yeah? Why?”

“You were, I mean still, plucking your eyebrows with your fingers.”

Lance’s eyes widened in surprised and gaze up on his right hand. He immediately separaten it from his eyebrow and was horrified to see bits of hair still clinging on his fingers.

“Oh, quiznak, I thought I got over this habit. Got to find some mirror. See you later, Shiro!”

With that, Shiro was left alone and with unanswered questions.


Keith might be the impulsive one in their team and might also be the most socially awkward among them but even him could recognize something if it was blatantly displayed at him. They just finished the meeting about their next plans, the battle against the Galra empire was taking its toll to them and they need more allies. They need to device a plan on how to protect the planets they already saved without the Galra conquering it again once Voltron was gone and too far to protect them.

Most of the team filed out of the meeting room except for Lance and this caught up Keith’s attention. He looked at the Blue paladin who was sitting in his designated area, rocking the heels of his feet on the ground, and… biting his own skin. Keith watched ad Lance moved from biting the back of his hand, then his wrist, then his arm, and back to the hand again. The bite was not enough to cause bleeding but enough to leave marks.

Keith knew this one. He had seen it before to other people in the orphanage.

Lance was stressed.

“Hey, want to spar?”


They were all bad habits if someone will look at it.

But for now, this was how Lance coped whenever he was really stressed or nervous about certain situations.


A/N: Hello! Quick note that every bad habit of Lance listed in this short fic are based on my own habits. This is how I cope whenever I am stressed and a lot of people already scold me about it, especially that particular habit of mine where I don’t eat when stressed/nervous.

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Flirt - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by onlyharryforever

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual activities, lotso alcohol so underaged drinking, very belated request
requested by anon! again sorry the request took me forever to get to ya, but i didn’t forget! although I did change some things around… hope you still like it tho

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?”

 You turned from where you stood on the steps of the school, and rose an eyebrow at Theo Raeken.  He winked, bounding up the stairs towards you.  “And how are you this mornings, darling flower?” You rolled your eyes, but let him walk next to you anyways.

 “I am absolutely wonderful now that I have Mr Raeken escorting me into the building.  And you?”

 “Well I do find myself fancying walking with you, flower” He replied.  You laughed to yourself as you headed into the school.

 “Nice chatting as always Raeken.  See you later”

 “Adios Chica”

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anonymous asked:

Either Alfor or the Queen are like "Fuck the Space Police" and add Coran to the royal line registry. Coran only finds out in the present.

I like you. Ok, so, polyverse, natch.

“Oh my, oh my, oh my, it has been so long since we have had such distinguished guests!” the tiny Turimonqua maid was chirping, her rainbow lace wings flashing in the light as she fluttered from person to person to pin their access badges to the collars of their clothing. “To think, an entire royal entourage!”

“Your mistress’ hospitality has been very impressive,” Allura said politely as she bowed, prompting the rest of them to follow suit. “Thank you for putting us up on such short notice.”

“Oh, it is no problem at all. Anything, anything at all for a king and his daughter!”


“I- I beg your pardon, run that by me again?” Coran asked hesitantly.”

The maid produced a tiny scroll made of glimmering light. “You are Coran, first of his name, Second Father to Allura, Fourth of the Allura Title, correct?”

“I- well, yes, but I was unaware that-”

“Then it is settled! Come, come, your rooms are this way!”

“A king?!” Lance asked, gaping, as Coran paced back and forth in the common area that joined their rooms. 

“Believe me, this is just as much a surprise to me as it is to you,” he protested. “I mean… they’d always said they would, but-”

“Said they would what?” Shiro prodded.

“Well, it was always a given that if anything were to happen to their majesties before Allura came of age, I would care for her,” Coran said, and Allura took hold of his hand and squeezed. “But it was always going to have to be behind the scenes as her retainer. The nobility never would have accepted me stepping up to the throne.”

“Why not?” Pidge asked. “You were practically their second in command. Who better?”

Coran scratched the back of his neck, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Mm…”

Allura squeezed tighter. “I’m right behind you, Aipa.”

He sighed. “The fact of the matter is, Altea had a very deep split along class lines. Alfor and Illyere worked very hard to do better by the lower classes, but the nobility fought it tooth and nail. It was the scandal of scandals when it came out that the three of us had formed a relationship. Whispers ran from them slumming it to me attempting a coup from the bedroom.”

Hunk made a very unamused growl, pounding fist to palm. “Too bad we couldn’t have been around then to knock a few heads straight.”

“Hell yes,” Lance agreed, grin vicious,  and there were some grim agreeing nods.

That finally seemed to take the worst of the tension out of the room when Coran laughed. “Thank you. And to be honest, your predecessors were much the same way about it. But… there you have it.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe they actually did it, though.”

“Well, you know how Mama loved to thumb her nose at her fellow bluebloods. There’s probably video recording somewhere of her and Papa and Archivist Michika laughing as they filed it to record.”

“Hey, I bet we could find it,” Pidge said with a wicked grin. “What do you think the search code would be?”

“Ten to one it was a present…. Aipa’s birthday.”

Coran groaned. “They would.”

“Birthday hunt for King Coran!”

“Don’t you dare start calling me that, I swear on-”


Originally posted by jkguks


Genre: Roommate/Best Friend, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Dedication/Inspiration: @taetimewithsuga

The majority of the world’s population would agree with the quote “Nothing good happens after 2am.” but for Y/N… nothing bad ever happened after 2am. The wee hour of the morning consisted of laughs. deep conversations, tons of junk food, and sometimes even harmless food fights with her roommate and best friend Jungkook. Their 2am’s never resulted in not so innocent touches, or an awkward morning of waking up naked next to someone who was supposed to be sleeping in the next room over. For 4 years they became more alive at 2am. the weekend habit of staying up together way past 2am soon became tradition. They spoke of thier pasts, thier present and what they wished to be in their future. They talked of relationships, friendships, and hardships.

 Nothing bad ever happened after 2am….


The cool tiled floor sent a shiver up your spine as you made your way to Jungkook’s bedroom door.

“Kookie?” You whispered from the doorway walking quietly to the bed that held a sleeping Jungkook. The blankets rustled for a quick moment before he lifted it as an invitation for you to join him in a good nights slumber. Without hesitation you wiggled your way under the covers facing his heavy eyes and half awake bunny smile.

“What was it tonight?” He asked, his words coated in sleep and concern.

“Level 7 nightmare.”

“Turn around.” You turned to face the wall as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chest to your back, his soft breath hitting your neck. This concept wasnt foreign to you; Jungkook allowing you to sleep with him after a bad nightmare or a sudden wave of loneliness that is too overwhelming to sleep alone. Sometimes even he would come and crawl into bed with you if he had something on his mind that was too much for him to handle alone. Its just the kind of friends yall were.

“Thank you kookie..” you whispered softly as sleep began to creep up on you and claim you as its own.

“Shhh Y/N. Just sleep, the nightmares are gone now.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze as yall both dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

The Saturday sun peeking in through Jungkook’s blinds had no effect on either one of you due to the lack of plans laid out for the day. You tossed and turned a bit before eventually burying your face in your roomates chest to try and make the sun go away.

A groan had left the boys mouth as he pulled the blanket over yalls head and adjusted his eyes to you in his chest.

“Y/N-ah, tell the sun to leave.” He whined playing with your hair until you let out a sleepy chuckle and met his brown eyes. “I cant tell the sun to leave but I can tell you to leave and to stop hogging all the mother fucking blankets.” Without any hesitation you shoved the brown haired boy off the bed causing him to land with a thud. You threw your head against his pillow and erupted with laughter at his shocked expression. You looked over at him and watched as his wide eyed expression changed to a forced frown and squinted eyes. Ready for revenge.

“OH ITS ON KID!” He shouted jumping onto the bed and finding every tickle spot he knew you had, he tickled you until you were laughing so hard no sound was coming out, and tears ran down your cheeks. “I hate you Jeon Jungkook. I really hate you.” You muttered standing up and walking towards the door.

“And I really love you too Y/N Y/L/N. I really love you too.”


“Y/N?” His voice echoed laced with excitement, you quickly rushed to the door; in your bunny shorts and and black tanktop, with a smile to match his.

“Whats with the wine?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows knowing damn well he only brings home wine when its accompanied by good news.

“Tonight, we drink like kings! We celebrate my new found glory, we celebrate the profound news.. of me.. getting handed… A PRODUCERS CARD! HE HEARD ME SINGING IN THE CAFE AND HE STOPPED ME AND TOLD ME HOW GOOD I AM AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM IF I AM INTRESTED IN PURSUING MUSIC!”

You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as a congratulations and kissed his cheek softly. “Jungkookie, I am so happy for you! Today we do celebrate like kings, tonight we have our famous Jungkook/ Y/N game nights and drink…..the oh mighty bottle.” You looked up at your roomate only to see his mouth slightly drop open and his eyes get as big as golf balls.

“You mean-”

“Yes. I mean we are drinking Chateau Latour 1990.” You skipped over to the kitchen unaware of the quick stares your best friend gave you as you turned.

“But y/n, you said when we moved in you were saving it for the day one of us gets engaged.”

“This is big for you Jungkook. Its huge. I want to treat you like a king in celebration… you deserve it.” Before he could reply you reached for the 1990’s bottle that was set on the highest shelf; your shirt riding up in the back reveling a good amount of your bare back. Jungkook’s eyes raked over your body slowly before he quickly looked a way and mumbled that he was going to change quickly.

While you poured the glasses of wine, and grabbed some blankets from the hall closet you smiled as you heard footsteps headed towards the living room. Jungkook sat down beside you and together yall began the night thst you knew wouldnt be over till after 2.

Jungkook closed his eyes while he took another sip of the dark, complex smelling liquid. Your eyes traveled from his slightly messy hair down to his nicely fit white tshirt , that perfectly complemented his wonderful muscles. It wasnt unusual to stare in awe at the boy sitting next to you, you did that quite alot to be honest knowing exactly why you felt the need to.

Hours went by as yall made yalls way to the bottom of the bottle, laughing at eachothers drunken jokes and bad puns.

“Y/n, you are such a loud drunk.” Jungkook laughed falling over and clutching his stomach.

“You are an ass Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted jumping ontop of him and tickling him where you knew he was ticklish, causing his laughter to increase.

Not realizing that you were straddling your best friend, you shifted until he remained perfectly still, and earned a groan from him. “Oh my god kookie, I’m not even tickling you anymore. Stop groaning.” You laughed causing a slight movement ontop of him. “Y/n.” He groaned again. The laughter ceased to exist as you looked down at the boy and yalls position, before you could realize he wasnt groaning because of the tickling you felt him slightly raise his hips to meet your core. You felt his memeber slightly harden underneath you as you looked down to see his brown eyes darken and his lip caught between his perfect teeth.

Everything felt so unreal, the way his hands ran all over youe body, the way his pink lips attached themselves to your most sensitive of areas, the way yalls moans mixed in beautifuly with each others, but by the time you laid naked next to your best friend, your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.

3am. Nothing good happens after 2am.


Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself sleeping in the living which never usually happens. You sat up quickly, the blanket falling from your chest allowing a cool breeze to hit. Why do I feel a breeze? You thought. You slowly looked down at your naked body letting out a loud shriek and having realization hit you in the face.

I slept with Jungkook? I kissed Jungkook? My best friend.. I slept with my best friend. My best friend who stole my heart sometime 4 years ago. I slept with him. What if this ruins our friendship? What if he wakes up disgusted that he slept with me?

You quickly sprung off the couch grabbing all your clothes and racing towards your room.

Me: Taehyungie, meet me at the café asap. Its urgent.

You typed as fast as your fingers would let you, slipping on some jeans and a baggy shirt as if you were trying to hide what you had done the nigh prior. Walking over to your mirror to examine the damage done, you gasped as your fingers grazed the numerous dark purple love bites all along your neck.

He sure did mark me good.

Taehyungie: Already on my way precious. I’ll order us some coffee.

Me: Thanks Tae. Prepare for an ear full..

Taehyungie: Baby girl, I’m always ready.

You and Taehyung met a year before you met Jungkook; he was the sill friend that was always up for anything. He was a child in a grown mans body, obsessed with the idea that fun should never die due to the age you are.

You quickly covered the marks as best as you could before you raced out the front door and headed towards the local café, not even stealing a glance at the adorable bunny boy still sound asleep on the couch.

“Okay so you had sex with Jungkook. The boy you have been in love with for a year now, and you stormed out of the house like there was a fire?!” Taehyung asked questioning why you felt the need to run away. He was never the kind of person to run away from his issues, or beat around the bush; he faced them head on and bluntly.

“Tae, you don’t understand-” Taehyung reached over the table and grabbed both your hands in his.

“No y/n, you don’t understand. You are 24 years old and are still so scared of possibilities, you run and hide the minute you get scared when you should be taking life by the balls. You love this boy and you wont ever know if he loves you too until you tell him. You are a beautiful girl and one hell of a friend, if he doesn’t share the same feelings then he is stupid. BUT even if he doesn’t share the same feelings yall can talk about it and keep everything like it was.”

He was right.

“Nothing good happens after 2am..” you mumbled taking a long sip of your Vanilla Coffee.

“I’m not so sure. 2am was always you and Jungkook’s golden hour, and while this time something unexpected happened it still made you work up the courage to tell him how you feel. Its a big step you are taking because of the events that happened after 2am. 2am events are only bad if you make them that way.”

“Tae, how did you become so wise?”

“My hyung’s can be aright sometimes.” He winked, causing you to chuckle and take a deep breathe.

Your phone buzzed softly in your hand as you exited the café, giving Taehyung a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

Kookie: I’m not sure where you went, or when you left.. but whenever you can, could you please come home. We can’t just ignore what happened last night.

Me: I’m actually on my way home right now.

Kookie: Okay.

“K-Kookie?” You managed to shout. You heard rustling up stairs and slowly followed the noise. You followed the noise all the way to his room and stopped. You froze in your tracks scared to meet the face on the other side of the door, without another thought you slowly turned the door handle and peeked inside.


You gasped as he turned around, noticing three dark purple marks on his neck, his hair was still slightly messy, his lips were curved into a tight smile.


You walked forward and met his eyes that were slightly watery causing you too pull him into a tight hug; the tales of yesterday not even coming to mind.

“What’s wrong Kookie.?” The silence that followed that question lasted up to a good minute before his eyes latched onto yours

“Don’t leave me y/n. Its okay if you regret it, or if you don’t love me back but please don’t leave me. Even if this is a mistake to you I don’t want our friendship to suffer or change. I -”

If you don’t love me too?

Did he just say too?

You made your way to him and placed a chaste kiss on his slightly quivering lips. “It- It wasn’t a mistake….I don’t regret it. Granted I do wish we weren’t slightly drunk.” you confessed looking everywhere but at him.

He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes and took a deep breath.

“Y/n, 4 years we have lived together and in those four years I have watched you fall for the wrong guys, I’ve watched you cry and laugh, I’ve slept in your bed just as many times as you slept in mine… during these four years I’ve grown to love you more then a friend. I noticed the way your eyes crinkle in the corners when you laugh, the way you hate making eye contact when your nervous, the way you are scared of everything except me. I watched you slowly fall in love with me at the same pace I fell in love with you. I wasn’t sure if you loved me until you left so early this morning to run away from this. You never run away unless your scared and in that moment I knew you were running away from the possibility of ruining our friendship because you were scared I didn’t love you back.“  He searched your eyes for any sign of confirmation that you had heard him correctly and as though something took over your body, you pressed your body against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Kiss me Kookie. Kiss me sober.” With no hesitation he pressed his perfect rose pink lips against yours and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. His lips moved at a perfect pace with yours, only fitting more perfectly together as time went on. After what felt to be ages but was actually a few seconds you pulled away to be greeted by the bunny smile you loved so much.

“I love you Jeon Jungkook. I really love you.” You whispered burying your face in his marked up neck.


I still stand by what I said about how Nothing bad happens after 2am, because really its all up to you. Granted our love story started off like a cliché show where the pair doesn’t know they are in love, nor do they do anything to fix it so their complicated romance lasts for 8 seasons until FINALLY the end up together. We took it upon ourselves to speak up and skip past the remaining seasons. Life is too short to wait and wonder, sometimes you have to take life by the balls.. you have to speak up before its too late.

So as I lay here with my head resting on Jungkook’s chest and his arms stay wrapped around my waist as we whisper sweet nothings to each other I thank the bottle of wine that made us act upon our most secret desires. I thank Jungkook for speaking up and handling this like the adult he is. I thank the cliché shows, and stupid phrases that made me what to prove them wrong.

Nothing bad happens after 2 am if you know how to handle it.

(This is my first fan fiction in SUCH a long time. I’m so sorry if it sucks.)

anonymous asked:

89 with Taehyung please

Lessons in Love (Taehyung x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Are you hitting on me?”
Summary: Taehyung flirts like a 12-year-old, but you’re able to figure everything out anyways.
Word count: 1.5k words

Originally posted by helendrv

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you frowned, looking at your friend, Yuna, who had dragged you to her mathematics study group. “You know I’m terrible at math.”

“So this is a chance to learn!” Yuna answered with a smile. “We’ll help you study, it’s not a problem.”

“You and your friends are so smart,” you whined as Yuna dragged you through the library towards the private rooms. “I’ll look so dumb in comparison.”

“Trust me, they’re not like that!” Yuna comforted, finally stopping in front of a closed door. It led to the room her study group booked every Wednesday. “Besides, you’re like the English god, so if anyone needs help with that you can pay back the favour.”

“If you’re sure,” you conceded, albeit hesitantly. Yuna nodded enthusiastically and turned the knob, swinging the door open to reveal the small room behind.

There was a single table surrounded by three other students. One girl, who you vaguely recognized, was sitting closest to the door. The head of the table was a boy named Namjoon, the certified genius on campus. Beside him was another boy, but this one you didn’t recognize.

He had messy brown hair and tanned skin. His lips were a little pouty, and his nose was strong. When your gaze traveled up, you saw that his dark, long eyes were ringed by thick eyelashes. He was also staring right back at you.

Blushing, you quickly averted your gaze and turned uncomfortably to Yuna.

“Hey guys!” she chirped. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s in the other class, so that’s probably why you don’t recognize her.”

“Just to preface this, I’m pretty shit at math,” you said, wanting to address your discomfort immediately. “I know you guys are all really smart but I don’t want you to think I’m, like, taking advantage of you. If you need help in literally any other subject, I’m here.”

“Nah, no worries,” Namjoon responded with an easy smile. “We’re not math elitists or some shit. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“I’m Jisoo,” the girl added dully, briefly glancing up from her laptop in front of her. You smiled, but Jisoo turned back to her screen too quickly to catch it.

You turned to the handsome boy beside Namjoon, waiting for him to introduce himself. He blinked owlishly at you for a moment, his face expressionless. Slowly, his eyes met yours and his mouth began to open.

“Your shirt looks weird,” he said. You looked down at your t-shirt, which had a print of an old anime series you used to watch.

“I, uh–you–okay?” you spluttered, confused by the boy’s comment.

“What the hell, Tae?” Namjoon asked, bewildered. He turned to his friend, his eyes narrowed. “I thought you liked–ow!”

The boy turned to glare at his friend, and when you looked back at Yuna in confusion, she just rolled her eyes at you.

“Just ignore Taehyung,” Yuna snorted, grabbing your arm and leading you to the table. She pulled you down into the seat beside hers and turned to address the group. “So! Let’s start reviewing for the quiz next week.”

You glanced at the clock beside your computer. It read 3:04 AM. Groaning, you looked at the stacks of sheets in front of you, and then at the textbook filled with highlighted text and sticky notes. But for the hours you had spent studying, you learned next to nothing.

In a moment of desperation, you logged into Facebook and open your study group chat, which you had been added to after your first sit-in.

Y/N 3:06 AM

SOS!!! Is anyone online!!!

Tae Tae 3:10 AM

ya sup

Y/N 3:11 AM

I don’t understand anything??? Pls help

Immediately after you hit “enter,” Taehyung viewed the message. But no response came, and the typing bubble didn’t appear either. You broke out into a nervous sweat, overwhelmed by the fast approaching quiz and your lack of understanding of math in general.

Then, a message notification popped up onto your screen. Taehyung had messaged you separately from the group chat.

Taehyung 3:14 AM

lets just dm. dont wanna annoy the others

Y/N 3:14 AM


Taehyung 3:15 AM

so what don’t u understand?

Y/N 3:16 AM

Everything!!!! All the stuff we went over last meeting has completely left my brain.

Taehyung 3:17 AM

ok prepare urself this is gonna be a long lesson

So, for the next hour, Taehyung did his best to explain the different concepts and methods to you, while you scribbled notes furiously on your worn notebook. By the time he had went through all the material, your hand was throbbing and it was well past 4AM.

Y/N 4:37 AM

Thank you sooooooo much Taehyung! I owe you my life

Taehyung 4:38 AM

no thnx

Y/N 4:39 AM

Ok, rude. But seriously, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise

Taehyung 4:39 AM

no probs. but u owe me now so don’t forget

Y/N 4:40 AM

I won’t!!!!! You’re the best!

Taehyung changed your nickname to “idiot.”

The day of the quiz came quickly, but when you sat down at your desk, you felt more relaxed than in any other math class. This time, you were actually prepared and confident in your abilities. So when the quiz arrived, you whizzed through every page.

Everything Taehyung had explained to you was on the quiz. You were sure that if you found the quiz easy, Taehyung could probably do it in his sleep. Even though you thought he was a bit annoying, he still had saved your ass.

When the test period finally finished, you grabbed all your belongings and darted from the testing centre. You spotted one of your friends, Jungkook, dashing towards the exit as well.

“Hey, Jungkook!” you called. He turned around, and once he spotted you, he smiled and waited for you to catch up. “How was the quiz?”

“You know I’m the fucking worst at math,” Jungkook scowled, crossing his arms as you walked together. “Fuck, why is this a mandatory course. I’m in liberal arts for a reason.”

“Tell me about it,” you replied, laughing humourlessly. “Luckily, this time I had help. The quiz wasn’t so–”

“Y/N!” someone yelled suddenly, their deep voice booming throughout the hall. Startled, you glanced up, spotting Taehyung a few meters away from you. He hurried over, nearly tripping over himself in the process. “How’d the quiz go?”

“Really well, actually,” you replied. “Everything you explained to me was on it, so I could answer all the questions.”

“No way,” Jungkook snorted. “Y/N, good at math? That’s fucking new.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung growled, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook. “Watch yourself, you prick. Y/N isn’t stupid.”

“Woah, chill man,” Jungkook replied, putting his hands up in surrender. “I was making a joke. Calm yourself.”

“Let’s all just relax a little bit!” you exclaimed tightly, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away from a very volatile Jungkook. He put up little resistance, letting himself be led around the building. When you reached an emptier hallway, you stopped and look back at Taehyung. “What was that all about?”

“He was implying you were stupid,” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes downcast. “And you tried really hard to study for this quiz.”

“You probably tried harder than me, if I’m being honest,” you said. “Plus, you call me stupid all the time. Are you the only one who can say that?”

“No,” he muttered, still unable to meet your eyes. He said something, but he was speaking too quietly for you to understand.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said,” Taehyung began, clearing his throat awkwardly, “your hair looks bad.”

Reflexively, you reached for your long hair. You had slept with it in a bun last night, so your hair fell in loose waves. Objectively, you knew it looked pretty nice. You looked at Taehyung, confused, but when you saw his expression, suddenly everything clicked.

His cheeks were dusted in pink, and his eyes were darting around everywhere but your face.

“Are you–are you hitting on me?” you asked slowly. Taehyung’s cheeks darkened into a deeper red, and he bit his lip. “Oh my god, seriously? Are you twelve or something?”

“What!?” Taehyung whined. “You’re cute and it’s intimidating! What else can I do?”

“Ask me for my number or something?” you suggested, trying to hold back laughter. “Like a normal person our age?”

“Well, if that’s the case,” Taehyung said, finally lifting his gaze to your face as he scratched his nape awkwardly, “can I cash in my favour for your number?”

“I think I can do that,” you smiled, reaching for Taehyung’s phone once he fished it out of his pocket. “I might even say yes to a date, too.”


hey dumbo

- Girl in Luv

Wow I’m done and it’s 3AM. Nice. This is unedited, so I’ll go back and make corrections later. Hope you all checked out our masterlist! Happy 3k woot woot! Thanks for everyone who’s stuck with us. We’re so glad you guys are enjoying our imagines. Happy reading

Dating Justin Foley would include :

    → Dating Justin Foley would include:

- Lots of cuddles and PDA, anywhere, anytime. Justin just loves showing everyone (and his friends in particular) that you’re his.

- Him often (if it’s not even every night) sleeping at your house because of his family problems which leads to late night talks about your future, when you’ll both be able to leave this town and be happy together or even about how he/you feel deep down because you both know that you can trust each other and be yourself without being judged.

- Cute nicknames → baby, baby girl/boy, sweetie, sweetheart, Jay, Angel

- Having tons of adorable and dorky selfies of the other in your phones

- Taking snaps of him while he’s training and adding them to your story with a sweet caption

- « Go, baby, go !»

- Tickle fights

- He always whistles when you’re writing something on the board, which makes you blush and him smile. Justin just loves to remind you how beautiful you are and that you’re the only girl he’s running after (even if you guys are already dating)

- Justin being overprotective and possessive which can sometimes lead to you being annoyed but he tries his best to work on himself because he doesn’t want to loose you for such stupid things

- Your mom adores him for his kindness, how polite and nice he is with her and how his eyes and smile light up when he looks at you.

Your dad thought he was a dick at first but as soon as he heard that he was playing basketball, he literally started treating him as his own son.

- Him always calling you in the middle of the night, asking if he can come over. He doesn’t even to tell you what happened.

« Justin? Is everything okay? »

« *sighs* »

« Oh god, again? Justin, I swear that one day I will show up there and kill this asshole myself! Did he hurt you badly like last time? »

« Babe, can I just can come over? Please. »

«*sighs* You know where the keys are. »

- You quietly opening your bedroom door before being pulled into a tight and desperate hug. No words are said. The only thing that can be heard is his breathing echoing against the crook of your neck, as he holds you a little more than he was already doing.

- You both staying like that for a little while until you propose to clean his face and his wounds.

- He just nods, tired, still hurt and confused about the past events.

- He winces but says nothing while you clean his wounds. Instead, he just looks into your eyes, his filled with love and relief of having you by his side.

- After you’ve helped him taking off his jacket and all, you slip under the covers and open your arms. Less than a minute is enough for him to join you, silently, rest his head on your chest and circle your waist with his arms, while you just rush your hands in his hair. No I love you’s are needed to be said cause they’ve all already been shown.

- He’s been completely honest with you about the tapes, even though he wasn’t supposed to tell anybody but he wanted you to know. You couldn’t even say a word, he wouldn’t let you. He didn’t want to let you talk, afraid that you’d tell him that you were disappointed or worse, that you wanted to leave him. So, he repeated more than twice that he regretted all the shit he did to Hannah and how bad he wanted to change for you.

- He was crying all along, which broke your heart. You could see that he was really hurt and that he really meant what he was telling you. You couldn’t just let him explaining himself like that so you just grabbed his face in both of your hands and kissed his lips.

- You often stay a little longer with him, after his training so he can teach you how to play basketball. Those fun and precious moments are the ones he cherishes the most.

- You’re always doing your best to show him how much he matters and how important he is. You’re the one giving him all the love this boy deserves and that his « family » can’t provide him.

- He doesn’t tell you that as often as he’d want to but he’s extremely thankful to have you as his girl.

- The guys know that you’re his. They all treat you like their little sister.

- Him getting kind of mad when you beat him at a game but it doesn’t last long. He cannot resist your puppy face and neck kisses.

- Neck kisses

- Hand holdings

- You try to make him stop smoking weed and shits, resulting him to promise you that one day, he’ll stop.

- « You’re my whole world. »

- You just really love each other.

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Protecting Us

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia au, angst, slight smut at the end

Warnings: Strong powerthankyou language

Word Count: 1.8k

“Stay here” Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to open the car door when he turned to you. “I know you can take care of yourself but if something happens to you I won’t be able to get through it, ok? So please don’t do anything stupid” He sounded loving. He cared about you, and you knew that.

Anyone would say he was cold and hateful, a killer. But what they didn’t know is that he wasn’t like that on the inside. Obviously, you will let them believe that, as being cold hearted was his job, but still. He was the most loving person you have ever met. He was there when you were down, even if your problems were stupid, he never judge you. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Yoongi, I work from this too” You said, trying to calm him down. You have killed just as much people as he had, that’s how you met each other.

Many people would think you were the bad ones, when there is actually not a good or bad side. The government was fucked up and Yoongi and you worked for the people trying to stop this shit. You were the “good” ones, at least until you talked with one of the guys on the other side, and then the story iwas completely different.

“I know, I know, babe.” He shuffled his hair as his eyes went to the floor and up to you again. “Just promise me you won’t risk your life, ok?” Yoongi seemed really serious right now, and, if you had to be honest, that scared you.

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Dating Christoffer Schistad would include...

Originally posted by alvrmorata

  • You probably were fuck buddies first.
  • And then, unexpectedly, he started to get serious?
  • Introducing himself to your parents and wanting to go on proper dates kind of serious.
  • But you were still a little unsure of dating him because of his fuckboy past.
  • Being extremely grateful you gave the boy a chance.
  • He’d totally take you out AT LEAST two days a week. 
  • Because he likes to show you off (he’s extremely proud of being your boyfriend).
  • Hanging out more with your friends than his. 
  • But you still like the guys and hang out with them on certain occasions. 
  • He’s really into cuddles.
  • And he’s totally the big spoon. 
  • Because he loves to hold you in his arms.
  • He’s a protective boyfriend (but not controlling).
  • You’re always holding hands.
  • He often suggests you guys coordinate outfits.
  • You once wore his Penetrator hoodie when you were having a lazy day, but he made you take it off (no matter how many times you argued that it was comfy) because you mean so much more to him. 
  • “Please don’t wear it. It means something much different from what we have. You mean so much more to me.”
  • He likes to make breakfast (even if he’s not a really good cook).
  • You totally listen to music while making out.
  • He is a big fan of PDA.
  • He’d hug you from behind and kiss your cheek, or peck your lips, or even full-on make out with you if he ever feels like it, no matter where the two of you are. 
  • You’d always blush because of it.
  • And he smiles because he thinks it’s adorable.
  • “You’re adorable when you blush. Well, you’re pretty much adorable all the time, but even more when you blush.”
  • Singing in his car.
  • “Play some Maroon5, I feel like singing.”
  • Sad movie marathons.
  • And him not even trying to hide the fact that he’s crying.
  • But also reality shows. He loves to watch reality shows.
  • He buys you flowers almost everyday.
  • You guys go partying really often.
  • During said parties, he never leaves your side.
  • And you two are probably dancing the whole night long.
  • Taking care of him when he’s drunk.
  • Which is a risky task because this boy gets SO horny when he’s drunk. 
  • “Come on baby, you’re looking so beautiful right now -” “No Chris, you’re drunk.” “So what? That won’t make it any less enjoyable.”
  • He’d try to be a nice, supportive boyfriend and help you study.
  • But let’s be honest, he proposes stuff like “I’ll quiz you, and every time you get the question right, I’ll take off a piece of clothing”.
  • And you don’t get any studying done ;)
  • Running your hands through his hair when laying down in bed. 
  • Him peppering your face with kisses. 
  • He pays so much attention to you - what you do, what you say… he knows you like the palm of his hand.
  • So when you’re having a bad day, you don’t even need to tell him. One look at your eyes and he knows everything he needs to know.
  • He’ll pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and whispering soothing words into your ear.
  • He’d pick you up at school and kiss you so passionately he knocks the air out of you (and he’s totally aware of the way everyone is looking at the both of you - and he enjoys it).
  • You’re the one person he really opens up to - ‘cause he knows he can be himself and you’ll love him the same. 
  • You guys say “I love you” to each other every day.
  • Because you each mean absolutely everything to the other.

So, I’m not saying Lucien is trans. But Lucien is trans.

Lucien was 6 when he told Ernest he’s a boy. He was scared to tell him. Very scared even. He didn’t want their relationship to change.

“So, you aren’t a girl anymore?” Ernest asked and Lucien felt nervous, he fidgetted, not sure how to explain the situation to the other boy. “Well…I wasn’t a girl to begin with, I think. I just….didn’t realized it.” He wondered if what he said even made sense.

“Oh.” Was the only response he got before Ernest made himself comfortable under his blanket. “Oh? What’s that suppose to mean?” Lucien felt his tummy twist, Ernest was his best friend, he really didn’t want them to stop being friends. “Well, it’s good to know I guess? It’s not like it changes stuff, right?” The other boy looked confused, as if Lucien being worried was ridiculous.

“I don’t know?” He admitted. “A lot of people didn’t like my dad anymore after he realized he’s a man.” Ernest made a face, “That’s stupid. Why would they stop being friends with him? Your dad’s like the nicest person.”

“I don’t know.” Lucien felt lost, there were so many people angry with them when his dad realized it, even within their family. The only one not mad at them was Nana, his dad’s grandmother, who died two years ago. She always talked about hexing people who would hurt his dad and even showed him how to do it. Lucien missed her.

“So you still want to be my friend?”

“Well duh. If I wasn’t your friend anymore I couldn’t sleep in your super comfy bed anymore. Honestly though, my home is a dump dude, I need you.” Lucien snorts and Ernest gave him that huge grin he always had when he makes him laugh. Lucien covered himself with his blanket, following his friend’s example.

“Ernest.” He said as the other boy was drifting into dream land, causing said to blink at him owlishly, “Let’s stay together, forever.” Ernest smiled at him again. A smile that made butterflies flutter in his stomach. Lucien hoped non of this will ever change.
“So he freaked out because you told him you are trans?” Ernest asked, his head was lying on Lucien’s lab as if it was his own personal pillow. “Yeah, can you imagine? He hasn’t been around for over 12 years and he has the nerve to make a scene and to calim dad ‘infected’ me.” Lucien seriously was pissed. “What a dick. I’m glad I stuffed that potato into his car pipe.”

Lucien smiled, thinking back to the total mess that stunt caused. He was met with a familiar looking grin. Lucien stared for a moment, it’s been a while since he last saw that grin. It’s weird, now that he thinks about it, how long they have been friends now. Lucien didn’t really talk with any of his old elementary school friends anymore. Most of them started to abandon him after time, not all of them because of the fact that he is trans, but quiet a few had a reason related to it.

Ernest however, as he realized now, always stuck around.

“Like what you see?” His friend said suggestifly while wiggeling his eyebrows in a joking manner. Lucien felt his cheeks warming up, embarrassed about being caught staring like that. He shoves Ernest off of his lab, causing said to fall off of the couche. Ernest made a pained sound as his head meet the carpeted floor, “What was that for?” He asked, glaring up at Lucien. “You were being stupid.”

“Well gee. And here I thought we were having a moment.” The other teen pouted, Lucien felt another smile tugging on his lips. He looked at Ernest, actually looked at him, something he hasn’t done in years. Ernest, he realized, had changed a lot but somehow still stayed the same. He was still wearing a lot of orange, it was his favorite color since Lucien made him a orange hat when they were 8 and 9 respectively, but the things he wore are different now.

Instead of big sweaters and overroles there were hoodies and sweatshirts. He still always had something on his head, no matter the weather, but it was more out of fashion reasons or because he didn’t bother to brush his hair that day rather then it giving security like it used to when he was little.

His face was still round, he never really got ride of the baby fat, but now there was acne and little hairs above his upper lip. Puberty was a bitch, to both of them really. Lucien doesn’t think it really makes him look bad if he was honest. Ernest was still smaller then him and honestly, Lucien was pretty sure he would always be, but Ernest was stronger then him now. Lucien remembered when he used to protect him from their bullies, now Ernest is known to throw the hardest punches at school. Lucien was half sure the other boy could carry him.

His personality probably changed the most. He was bolder. More aggressive. Ernest was always a troubled kid but the last few years were pretty rough for him, having to accept that his parents wouldn’t try to make it work again, puberty really didn’t help the matter. However. He still was Ernest. He still would eat those disgusting pizza roles. He still would cry over cheesy romcoms, he still would pet every dog they come across only to immediately take off his shirt to shake the hair off.

Ernest was different and yet he was still Ernest.

“Hey dude, are you okay?” Ernest asked, probably noticing Lucien’s stare. Lucien thought, was he okay? Today should be one of the most shittiest days ever. His dad’s ex-boyfriend showed up, his biological father, he called him slurs and was just as shitty as his vague memories of him let on. But yet. He didn’t feel bad at all.

Not while Ernest is around.

When Lucien was 6 he hoped his relationship with Ernest would never change. Now he wasn’t so sure anymore as the familiar butterflies he was so used to feel suddenly became stronger.

“It’s nothing. Just….I’m happy you are with me today.”

Ernest gave him another smile. Lucien was done for. That much was clear to him.

What's a Boy Want?

Oh hey! It’s the sequel for ‘What’s Your Kink?’ Can you believe it?! Find the first under the tag : “what???”

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: uh!!!! I don’t think anything! Some mentions of dubious consent to certain activities, mentions of drugs, a little self hate I guess? Mostly dan doubting that phil actually likes him, phil beats himself up a little, also cursing and a mention or two of blood, I think that’s it, but tell me if anything else!

Tags: phil is oblivious, so is dan, cumplay, mentions of being tied up and used lmao, rimming, fingering, sex obviously, the neighbors prob hear them I love exhibition, dan ditches phil, it’s their anniversary but rly it’s only been 2 months, Dan’s a cumwhore, degradation but also praise??


It’s been exactly two months since Phil and I started dating; and we haven’t had anything but vanilla sex since that first night. I don’t know what got into Phil’s head but it’s like he doesn’t want to do anything other than vanilla now that we’re dating and I don’t know what to do.

I’m ripped out of my slightly panicked thoughts by Phil’s warm breath against my ear, “Hmm. You ready, baby?” I nod, melting into his touch almost immediately, I’m falling into headspace at the simplest things lately, in my defense, Phil has a terrible habit of playing with my hair and whispering in my ear.

I press my back into his front, a little whine coming from my lips, for just a moment before he’s gone. “Hmm. Let’s get going then.” I shake my head to clear my thoughts a bit and follow Phil out of my apartment.

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Being the 5th Marauder :

A / N : I just really needed to do this. In this one I focused on them being in Hogwarts so, I have so many more ideas for after Hogwarts that I might need to do a Part Two! How’s that sound?


  • Being like their little sister.
  • But when need be, their mother also.
  • “Now boys, is this necessary?”
  • “Yes. Very necessary.”
  • Having a manaical mind that constantly surprises/shocks them.
  • “Why use the vomit hex when we can do even worse like turn their skin green…”
  • “You are very strange, Y/N, but I like what you’re thinking.”
  • The boys, especially Remus, refusing to allow you to become an animagus.
  • Getting absolutely frustrated when they tell you that you can’t go along with them.
  • “So what am I suppose to do? Sit here and do nothing?”
  • “You’re too fragile. You could get hurt.”

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

  • They feel bad but after few months, the boys chip in and buy you an animal onesie that matches your nickname.
  • “So you can wear it while we are out their helping Moony.”
  • Calling them dorks but loving the gift to pieces.
  • Helping Peter with his homework.
  • “Peter it’s Stupefy, not Stupid-Fly.”
  • “Are you sure? I like Stupid-Fly more.”
  • When you pass by each other in the halls, you do a ‘cool kid nod’ as Peter would call it.
  • Secretly sneaking little pieces cheese under his pillow.
  • He thinks it’s one of the boys.
  • “James, is this you? Putting cheese under my pillows every night?”
  • “No but I wish i was…”
  • All of them, you think of as your brothers but Peter stands out more.
  • Your extra extra protective when it comes to him.
  • “You ate breakfast today right?”

Originally posted by dangered

  • Listening to James drone on and on and on and on about how amazing Lily is.
  • “Not only is she smart, but she’s pretty too.”
  • “Ok…are you saying I’m not smart and pretty?”
  • “You are, but-Lily, you-”
  • “Just pulling your leg, Prongs. Relax.”
  • Cleaning his glasses for him because, let’s be honest, he doesn’t.
  • Ruffing his hair every time you walk by him and he’s sitting down.
  • “Really, Y/N/N?!”
  • “Really, Jamesie Poo.”
  • Protective™
  • The second he sees you acting “abnormal” he begins to interrogate.
  • “Everything alright? Was is Snivilus? Do I need to hex him? Or anybody? Because I will.”
  • “Chill James, nothing happened.”
  • “You sure?”
  • “jAMes!”

Originally posted by kogane-mcclain

  • When your having a bad day, Remus is your go to.
  • Sitting in the couch with your feet over his legs, ranting about your emotions.
  • “I just-it still blows my mind how I haven’t tore all my hair out due to stress.”
  • “Yeah, I thought around this time of the year we would have a bald friend.”
  • “Wow.”
  • Carrying around a small little bag full of chocolate for Remus.
  • It’s called ‘Moonys First Aid Bag of Delicious Chocolate™’
  • When he’s falling asleep during class after a rough full moon, you casually slip one in front of him, on his notes.
  • You and Remus are considered the Mom and Dad of the group.
  • Even though, you both could be the most immature if you tried.

Originally posted by nellaey

  • Teasing Sirius is the funniest thing to do.
  • You make harmless comments about his hair and other things, but mainly his hair.
  • “You know who has good hair…Lily. Right James?”
  • “I’m offended.”
  • Him getting you back.
  • “You know who is a great 'girl’ friend…Lily. Right James?”
  • But failing just a smidge.
  • “Sorry, Pads. Lily isn’t a great 'girl’ friend. She’s a great Girl Friend.”
  • Giving Sirius one of these looks:

Originally posted by bechloepitchperfection

  • Some nights, you’ll make a nest on their floor and sleep there.
  • Those nights you sleepover, are nights where conversation’s get deep.
  • At some point it comes to you reassuring the boys that you will always be best friends.
  • That nothing will stop that from happening.
  • But quickly moving on to something happy.
  • Like opening up a new box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans.
  • Purposefully giving the dog food one to Sirius.
  • “Why didn’t I see this coming?”
  • “Because your long hair is in the way…”

Originally posted by marauderimagines

  • Group Hugs™
  • Especially after not seeing each other during the summer.
  • James hugs are brutal because he squeezes everyone together like sardines in a can.
  • “James I’m dying here!”
  • “Oops.”

Originally posted by mynastiestyles

  • Everyone knowing that you all are inseparable.
  • Even McGonagall.
  • One time a professor tried putting Peter in a different group and you all stood up begging them to bring Peter back.
  • “You can’t do that! He’s just a boy!”
  • “He needs us.”
  • “Peter, quick, while he’s not looking!!”
  • McGonagall was walking by and heard the commotion.
  • “Professor, it’s not worth the energy to keep Mr. Pettigrew away. I’ve, unfortunately, learned the hard way.“
  • Before she leaves she looks at you guys with her signature smirk.

Originally posted by moon-leviosa


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1. “Open your mouth. I’ve got something to fill it with.”

2. “Bend over. Bad girls/boys need spankings.”

3.“Spread your legs. Let everyone see what a mess you’ve made.”

4. “Open those legs. I want a taste.”

5. “Pull my hair. Fuck me like you mean it.”

6.“Nasty girls/boys love giving head. Are you a nasty girl/boy?”

7.“How bad do you want me to fuck you? Hmm? Beg for it.”

8.“I haven’t even touched you and you’re moaning like a whore.”

9.“Make me cum. Use just your mouth.”

10.“Look me in the eye while you eat/lick/suck it.”

11.“Did you just tell me ‘no’? Bring me the paddle, slut.”

12. “My little prince/princess looks best with a cock is his/her mouth

13.“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

14.“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

15.“I think I could fall madly in bed with you.”

16.“Kiss the hell out of me. Please.”

17. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…”

18.“What was that? You don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.”

19. “You like it when I do this, admit it. You like it when I pull your hair and pin you down, you like when I take control over you.”

20.“Fuck, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

21.“Ride me, pet, and I promise I’ll make you come.”

22.“No, you’re not allowed to wear anything today. And no, I’m not closing the curtains.”

23.“Come here and get on your knees. Show me how much of me you can swallow.”

24.“We don’t need a safe word. You should handle everything I want to give you…”

25. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to finish so early!”

26.“Ah, I feel so embarrassed…”

27. “Wow…you’re easy to rile up.”

28. “I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

29.”I’ve been trying but I can’t get the image of you…on your knees…sucking my cock, out of my head.”

30.”You look so pretty begging for cock.”