any excuse to stare at your face

Aisles  [M]

Aisle One

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 7,458

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were  too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.

“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.


Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.


“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.


He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”


“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.


“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.


“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.

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Wings of Butterflies

A/N: Adele believes in trilogies, I believe in pentalogies. This is the fifth and final installment to Rotation (I mean it this time). 

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain //


Who knew the South of France could be boring?

Neither the wine nor the men, either the beaches or the crystal clear water could interest you. Your family knew something was up with you, your brother even attempting a heart-to-heart one night to pry deep into the corners of your mind to understand why you weren’t your happy, bubbly self. Even Harry’s family had taken notice, his sister struggling to get more than three word answers from you, either via text or in person, over the last few months.

But you stayed mum. You hadn’t much to say anyway. You’d done a lot of growing, a lot of thinking, since Harry had left you all alone.

If life were divided into chapters, the night he came round and the morning he left made for a very distinct Ending and Beginning.

Harry hadn’t been able to ignore you for much longer than a week. Not because of your persistence—no, you hadn’t reached out to him again since the day he all but vanished from your bed—but because guilt kept gnawing at his conscious every time he looked at his phone. He’d read all the texts—and saved them, too—stared at the missed call notifications, but he hadn’t brought himself to listen to the voicemail you’d left late that evening. He hadn’t mustered up the courage, and he was disgusted with himself for it.

So, with a deep breath, he listened to the message. Better a week late than never, right?

You were crying; well, sobbing was more accurate. You didn’t say anything at first, probably not realizing the recording had clicked on as you choked in search of air. Once you settled down, you laid into him with a few choice words—all of which he agreed with—but it wasn’t the name calling that stuck with him or the way you hoped to never see him again that plagued him with regret. It was your final word, your final question, that haunted him.

Why?

Because there were a million reasons why and none of them excused him for being such a dickhead. And that made him angry, very angry, because there weren’t many situations he found himself completely lost in, unable to navigate the waters, yet here he was drowning in your tears without a buoy or damn life preserver in sight.

So he called.

And, despite being in the library studying for an exam, you answered. You hesitated at first, the stitches holding together your heart pulling at the seams with the sight of his name and his face across your screen, but answered nonetheless.

“Hello?”

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2

She was so damn pretty, everything she did, it was just….pretty.

Jughead leaned back against the lockers, rolling the word around in his mouth, he was fairly certain that term had never passed his lips before. When you thought of Jughead you didn’t think of flowery words like “pretty”, you thought of darker words like “morbid” or “obtuse” neither of which described the blonde beauty currently digging through her locker, loose, light blue, floral skirt flowing softly behind her.

Something was different about her today though, he couldn’t place it, he really had only caught a glimpse of her face as she headed through the doors but just a look was enough to tell him something was off, not in a bad way no, but it was different.

Sure her hair was out of it’s usually tight and slicked back ponytail, but that wasn’t all. Almost as if sensing his stare Betty closed her locker and turned to face him, her eyes looking past him at something in the distance.

Oh, that was it.

Betty’s face was devoid of all makeup, her normally pale conplexion was a bit tanner and her cheeks had a natural pink blush to them. Her eyes seemed younger underneath long light lashes, free of the heavy black mascara, her gorgeous wavy blonde hair fell in her face and he watched as she blew a strand from her light pink lips. He liked that color more than her usual “perfectly pink” shade.

Suddenly dark green eyes connected with his own stormy blues and those soft pink lips quirked up into a smile, she was walking towards him, her backpack hanging off her bare shoulders.

“Morning Juggie.” She smiled softly, gently nudging him with her shoulder and leaning on him for a moment.

“Morning Bets, you look..different.” He said slowly, careful not to offend her, he knew how sensitive his mother had been about not wearing makeup.

Betty laughed heartily, resting a hand on his arm
“It was way too hot today Juggie, all of my makeup would’ve melted off, and I get horrible headaches in the heat, that ponytail was just not happening. I know I’m a mess.” She shrugged delicately as they began their walk to class.

Jughead shook his head quickly, he couldn’t stop staring at her, it was like she wasn’t real, some kind of angelic figment of his overactive imagination.

“You look good, I like this better.” He coughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck and shifting on his feet.

Betty looked up at him and beamed
“Really? I don’t look… I don’t know. Sick?”

Jughead shook his head again, putting a hand to her cheek and brushing away a stray, honey blonde curl
“No. you look good. Perfect.” He mumbled.

Betty blushed again, placing her hand on her cheek to cover his own.

They hadn’t established what this “relationship” they had begun was, after only a few stolen kisses in bedrooms or on street corners, Jughead had pulled back, he didn’t know where he stood with her and he didn’t want to over step his boundaries, but god did he ache to touch her. All the time actually. And moments like this, just staring at her. He realized just how lucky he was to have her. In any way.

“Echem.”

The sudden noise caused them to break out of their personal bubble. They both broke apart, flinging away from each other like they had been burnt. Veronica and Kevin stood, their hands on their hips and smiles on their faces.

“Sorry lovebirds but some of us need to get into the classroom.” Veronica giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sorry! We were just.. I had um.” Betty trailed off, her eyes turning to Jughead, pleading him to come up with an excuse

“You don’t need an excuse to stare lovingly at your boyfriend B. It’s totally normal, I mean if I were him I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of you.” Veronica winked as Betty physically relaxed, leaning her back against Jugheads chest.

Kevin was nodding, his smile bright
“Next time let me know though, I’m head of the yearbook committee and I would love to get some shots for “class couple.” He winked and shoved Veronica softly into the classroom.

Jughead dropped his hands to Betty’s shoulder and turned her around gently

“So..” he started.

Betty was quick to interrupt

“I’m sorry, they can be… a lot. Veronica doesn’t know what she’s talking about, I don’t want you to feel pressured to put a label on this.. it’s not…” she rambled before Jughead cut her off with a swift kiss

Pulling away he smiled at her dazed expression
“Man, my girlfriend talks a lot.” He smirked.

Betty’s eyes instantly brightened and she smiled up at him.

“Well deal with it mister, you’re in it for the long haul… right?” She asked, a shy, questioning, smile on her face.

“You bet I am.” He wrapped his fingers around hers and pulled her into the classroom, he couldn’t wait for the long haul.

anonymous asked:

your "where would got7 like to be kissed" post had me giggling like a flustered schoolgirl, i s2g. thank you so much for doing it! the request i have slightly different, though. could you please do where would got7 like to kiss you the most? i know your blog doesn't mainly do got7, but i was just hoping you could make an exception for this request. if you can't, though, i'd completely understand!

sure i can, never ever has been on repeat for me the last couple of days!!
find the where would got7 like to be kissed ver (here) 

JB would like kissing your neck the most. It’s a sensual place to begin with, but also he’d like having your hands in his hair and being close enough to hear your voice shake when he grazes his teeth over your skin. 

Jinyoung has a natural need to care for others, it doesn’t go away with his significant other, it’s just much softer than it is with his friends. He’d love giving you kisses on the forehead, whether it’s a goodbye kiss as he drops you off at home or a kiss when you’re cuddled up against his arm on the couch, the both of you reading your favorite books side by side.

Jackson loves kissing your thighs, literally don’t argue with me on this. While it is true that Jackson loves kissing you everywhere because he can’t keep his hands to himself around you, he’d love having his head on your lap, turning it and kissing your thigh playfully or you know, when he’s in between your leg and kissing it not so playfully,,,,,,,you get my drift. 

Mark is a tease, but like a soft tease so he loves trailing kisses from your wrist up your arm. Treating you delicately, like royalty and then stopping right at the dip of your collar to look up and smile at you. He’d also hold your hand and bring it up so he could kiss your palm aimlessly while you two are out on dates. 

Youngjae likes to cuddle and can be a shy boy from time to time so I feel like his ideal is to spoon you from behind and give your back little kisses as he pulls you closer into his arms, but can also hide his face from you in case he feels embarrassed. It’s cute, and  the kisses tickle if your shirt is hanging low or there’s no shirt at all, but it makes Youngjae feel more intimate and happy. 

Bambam likes to make out with you. I’m not going to hide it or sugarcoat it, he likes your lips and gets into the habit of staring at them in public and you’ve got to literally snap him out of it. But seriously, this boy will give just about any excuse to lean in and start kissing you, quick pecks and teasing half-kisses that turn into a lot more unless Jinyoung is there to pull you two apart. 

Yugyeom is the kind of boyfriend that hugs you from behind and rests his chin in your hair so he’s always giving the top of your head kisses. Like you bend your neck back to look up at him and he’ll lean in to kiss you, but since that’s work you just keep doing whatever it is you’re doing and Yugyeom kisses your hair and plays with it until you have time to give him attention. 

Just Ask - Part 10

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Last part before the epilogue! I hope I don’t frustrate you guys too much HAHA. 

Part 9

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|| Girls Chase Boys ||

{summary: a love story based on mixed signals and a dash of miscommunication.}

i reached 700+ followers! this is such an amazing milestone for me and honestly, i’m so fucking happy! as a thank you gift, here’s a full story based on my ‘imagine peter parker falling in love with you…“ prompt ;)

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only tags: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none but extreme fluff

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!**

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{all the broken hearts in the world still beat/ lets not make it harder than it has to be/ ooooooh, it’s all the same thing/ girls chase boys chase girls}

“Doesn’t it ever annoy you?” You hear your best friend, Melody, ask while you were doing your homework in the library. Only half listening to her since you were so engrossed in typing out your essay for English Lit, you were in the midst of editing a few paragraphs when you respond with a half-hearted, “Does what annoy me?”

“The fact that that Parker kid keeps staring at you.” Recognizing the surname as belonging to this cute boy named Peter who happened to be a good friend of yours while sharing nearly all of your classes, you frown at Melody’s words and look over to your right where she was sitting, “What? Peter never stares at me. What makes you think that he’s staring at me all the time?”

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Fix Me

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Your wish is my command c: Thanks for requesting, and sorry for the wait!

Prompt: “Could you do a RaphxMutant!Reader where the reader has had the WORST day possible and just wants to collapse and cry and when Leo picks on her a bit, she does so?” @mentallydestroyedfemme

Word count: 1064

Warnings: Swearing, Death

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


It was the day the moon fell.

You woke some time in the afternoon, promising yourself that you would make the most out of the rest of the day. After all, it’s not everyday that you got to go to the surface.  

But that changed when Master Splinter completely shut down your exploration quest.

“Did you do your chores last night? Or did you pay Michelangelo to do them, [Y/N]?” his voice was stern, his eyes solid on your face.

“W-well-” you couldn’t come up with a good excuse, but just glared at Mikey, who was stood behind Splinter, staring at the ground. Rolling your eyes, you snatched the broom out of Mikey’s hand and went to re-do the chores that were already done with drooped ears.

The rest of the day wasn’t any better.

“[Y/N] do this!”

“[Y/N] do that!”

You were sick of it, and were on the edge of an emotional breakdown. Why’d you have to clean anyway, it’s the sewers. Living with the turtles wasn’t your life goal, but it wasn’t that bad. You just had to get used to it. You’d grown up quite sheltered, and you did have loving parents. But all that changed when you got home on May 12th.

Bleary eyed, you walked up the steps of your home, opening the door to find an empty house. Even the furniture was gone. Of course you panicked to begin with, millions of conclusions rushing to your head at once, all of them put to rest when you walked cautiously into your barren living room.

Blood. Your feet carried you forward as you stared down at the two bodies on the ground. You don’t remember if you screamed or not, but you did feel your chest tighten, your body trembling and your world crashing to a halt.

Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one in that house that night. You felt a crack against the back of your head, and the heavy footsteps walking and stopping in front of you.

After that night, you’d forever been stuck with the exterior of a cat. It was a remake of the original green ooze that seemed to have only worked on you for some reason. And because of that, the masked figures that killed your parents took an interest in you and kidnapped you. Long story short, the green terrapins that you now deem your family, rescued you, and you would be grateful for as long as you lived.

One particular person you became very close to over the months was Raphael; he was your best friend after all. But you couldn’t help but hope for more. The more time you spent with him, whether it be reading in the room you shared with him, or watching him work out, you fell a little bit more for him. The way his lips curled up when he tried not to smile. The way he’d grunt in his sleep when he’d turn over or try to get comfortable. The way he knew every lyric to every song you liked. The way he’d sing them with you. The way he opened up to you, and how he always seemed to try and get you to open up.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he liked you too, but you were way too broken to even think about someone actually reciprocating your feelings. Who wanted damaged goods? 


“[Y/N], when you’re done with the rest of the lair, feel free to go make me a sandwich.” Leo grinned, laughing to himself as Mikey knitted his eye ridges together before shaking his head and going back to his game.

“I’m not your fucking maid, dickhead.” You threw the feather duster at his head, and he just turned around, glaring back at you. From where Mikey was sat, your body was practically shaking like an angry wave, ready to splash and diminish any kind of sandcastle building, which is why he got out of there before the yelling began.

“You know what your problem is?”

“Please, enlighten me you insensitive douche.” That made him scoff, standing up and walking over to you and getting close to your face.

“You want everyone to feel bad for you because you lost your parents, but guess what? Everybody has been through shit, and it’s time you grew up [Y/N], and stopped being so weak and pathetic.” What he said next really hit a nerve, but like he said, you were too weak and pathetic to do anything. “It probably wasn’t even murder, they probably killed themselves after having dealt with you for so many fucking years.” With that, he took a seat back on the couch and you lowered your head, the tears pouring down your fluffy cheeks, matting the fur with the salty liquid.

Raphael was stood next to the entrance of the lair, and he heard everything, and was about to burst into the room to kick the living shit out of Leo for saying all of that, but when he got to where you had been stood, he just watched you walk into your bedroom. He didn’t have to hesitate to know he had to go and comfort you, or at least try to.

“Hey, ya okay?” you didn’t pick your head up as your body continued to spasm with sobs and cries. Rushing over to you, he went to wrap his arms around you, but you flinched, another sob running through your body.

It felt like hours, you were both sat there, Raphael just trying to keep you calm, and failing.

“You and your brothers have this obsession with “fixing” people, but you can’t fix me! I’m not broken, don’t you understand? This is me. Every horrible, awful, disgusting part. That is me and I can’t. Be. Fixed!” Raphael was stunned, he didn’t know how to react to what she’d said. All he could really do was pull her into him and hold her, his Sun, his Moon. 


Moments. Chapter 9: Fight

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)


Chapter 9: Fight

-x-

“Hey” she greeted him with a smile as soon as he arrived at her front door

“Hi” he smiled back at her “You look beautiful”

She looked at the floor blushing.

“Shall we go?” he asked her offering his hand to her

“Let’s go” she took his hand and they both starting walking to the bus stop

They had agreed to meet their friends at the Kollektiv so everyone could celebrate that they had ended their exams. They all would be there, the girl squad, the boy squad and the balloon squad. And of course also Linn and Eskild.

The bus arrived in time and they got on it, Sana leading the way. She looked around for some seats and froze when she saw a familiar face in one of them. Flashbacks of three months ago came to her mind, to the day Isak and Even moved out of the Kollektiv. She had been in that same bus with that same woman in front of her. She had spent the whole trip looking at Sana with a disgusted face making her feel so uncomfortable.

“Hey, there are some free seats there” she heard Yousef saying behind her

And of course, he was pointing at the only two free seats in the whole bus, the ones in front of that woman.

“Everything okay?” he asked when he saw that she was not moving

“Huh?” she looked at him confused “Uh, yeah, yeah everything is cool. Let’s sit”

Yousef frowned at her but she just avoided his eyes and led the way to the seats.

They sat down and Yousef took Sana’s hand on his. She looked at him tenderly and smiled but from the corner of her eye she could feel that woman looking at them. At least it was a short trip.

 -x-

They were almost there, only two more minutes and it would be over. She looked at the window trying to avoid her look but she felt that woman’s eyes on her, and what was worst, she felt Yousef’s too. He kept looking from that woman to her and once again to the woman. He was noticing the looks, she was sure. She felt him shifting on his seat. She hoped he would just stay quiet, but of course he had to clear his throat.

“Excuse me” Yousef said with a fake smile “Do you have any problem with my girlfriend?”

“Yousef…” Sana whispered looking at him

“I just couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been staring at her with such a disgusted face the whole time and I’m just wondering what exactly is your problem?” he kept saying

The woman just stared back at him embarrassed.

“Yousef stop” Sana warned him

“You’re not going to say anything?” Yousef asked the woman “So you only communicate by disgusted looks? You’re not brave enough to say your racist thoughts out loud?”

Sana could feel everyone’s eyes on them. The whole bus was in silence except for Yousef’s voice.

“Yousef stop” Sana repeated

“No, Sana. I won’t, this woman has been making you feel uncomfortable since we sat in front of her and I just want to know what her problem is” he said louder

“I said stop!” Sana yelled.

Just as she said this the bus arrived to their stop. Sana stood up and walked past him getting off the bus as quickly as she could.

“Sana, wait!” Yousef shouted running after her once they were on the street

“What is wrong with you?!” she asked him turning around to face “Weren’t you listening to me? I told you to stop”

“Stop? And what? Let her look at you like that? No!”

“I’m used to that okay? I can’t go through life making a scene every time someone looks at me in a way I don’t like” she said

“Well you shouldn’t be used to that. You shouldn’t let that happen to you. I was just trying to defend you”

“I don’t need you to defend me!” she yelled exasperated

“If I don’t, who will?!”

“Me! I can defend myself okay? And I can choose when I want to defend myself and when I just want to keep quiet. It’s not your choice. It’s mine!”

“Sana…”

“Just forget it” she said shaking her head and entering the kollektiv building.

 -x-

They had been at the party for an hour and they still hadn’t talked to each other.

As soon as Sana entered the house she went straight to the girls while Yousef just stayed on the other side of the room alone until eventually Even joined him. She acted like nothing was bothering her with the girls, she didn’t want to talk about it and she avoided looking at him.

“Sanasol!” she heard Isak saying behind her.

She turned around and smiled at him

“Isabel good to see you”

“Where have you left your boyfriend?” he asked

“With yours apparently” she said looking at them for the first time in the whole afternoon.

Yousef and Even were talking leaning against one of the walls. Well, Even was mainly doing all the talking, Yousef was only listening.

“I’m glad everything is okay between them now” Isak said

“Yeah, me too” she then looked at Isak “Elias apologized right?”

“Yup, and I apologized to Mikael”

“Good” she said nodding and looking back at Yousef and Even. “Hey Isak…can I ask you something?”

“Sure” he said

“Do Even and you ever fight?”

  -x-

“Even? Can I ask you something?” Yousef asked, his eyes on Sana and Isak who were talking on the other side of the room

“Of course” Even said

“Do Isak and you ever fight?”

 -x-

“Of course we fight Sana. That’s what couples do. We fight all the time for random things, like me being a completely mess at home…”Isak explained

 -x-

“…or me always forgetting to take the clothes out of the washing machine, he hates it when that happens” Even told Yousef

 -x-

“Oh, and a thing we always fight about is like when we are walking in the street and someone looks at us in a weird way he always makes a big deal of it…” Isak continued

 -x-

“…Isak hates it when I do that. He prefers to keep quiet and like not cause a scene you know?”

 -x-

“And you know I get it, I totally get it. I know Even is right when he calls people out for being homophobe and that he does it for me, because he wants to protect me and he doesn’t want me to feel bad about myself” Isak kept talking but Sana’s eyes weren’t on him, they were on Yousef, who was looking right back at her

 -x-

“I understand why Isak gets mad, you know? He just wants to concentrate on us and forget about what people think. And he also doesn’t want to feel like he needs to be protected. He’s very capable of defending himself without me interfering” Even said unaware of Yousef not looking at him

 -x-

“So even though we fight about it, we always make up…”

 -x-

“…‘Cause I try to understand his point of view and he tries to understand mine”

 -x-

“And that’s what being a couple means, right?” Isak said looking at Sana “Sana? Are you listening to me?”

-x- 

“Yousef? Are you paying attention to what I’m saying?” Even asked noticing that Yousef was in fact not looking at him at all.

 -x-

“Are you seriously making heart eyes at your boyfriend while I talk?” Isak asked rolling her eyes.

But Sana wasn’t listening to him anymore, all her thoughts were on Yousef, whose thoughts and eyes were on her too.

He titled his head and smiled slightly at her from across the room. She smiled back at him and bit her lip.

“I’ll be right back” she told Isak without looking at him

 -x-

“I’ll talk to you later, Even” Yousef said

 -x-

They both started to walk towards each other slowly. The noise from the party completely fading, all of they could hear was their hearts pounding fast on their chests. They kept approaching each other until they were only a step apart, moment that Sana took to wrap her arms around his waist and bury her face on his chest. He hugged her shoulders tightly.

“I don’t want us to fight” he whispered on her ear

“I don’t want to fight with you” she said looking up at him “I’m sorry for the way I reacted, I know you were only trying to protect me”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, I know you’re capable of defending yourself and it should be your choice when to do it”

“You only wanted the best for me, I’m the one who was wrong”

“You told me to stop and I didn’t listen, it was my fault”

“Are we really fighting on whose fault it was, now?” she asked chuckling

“We can’t help ourselves, can we?” he said laughing

I’m sorry” Sana said looking at him tenderly

“I’m sorry too” he said resting his forehead against hers “Look at us, we just had our first fight and couldn’t stay angry at each other for more than one hour”

“We’re the cutest couple” she said scrunching up her nose in a cute way

“Ha! You wish”

They looked at their side and saw Even and Isak looking at them

“Isak and me are the cutest couple” Even said

“Give us a month and we’ll see about that” Yousef said putting his arms around Sana’s shoulder so she could rest her back against his chest.

“We’ll totally take your title from you” Sana said with a smug smile

“They’re kind of cute, Even” Isak whispered at his boyfriend as they left the couple alone

“Seems like we got competition” Even agreed.

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Prompts:

“ Hola! I know you’ve a lot to work on right now but this idea came to mind and I wanted to share it with you because I think it would make a great fic… Sana is on the bus (like the first scene of season 4) and she finds herself sitting again in front of the same woman except this time she has Yousef by her side! I hope you decide to write it, don’t worry I can wait! “

“ Hi! how are you? I’m writing to you because I would really love for you to write something about Isak making fun of Sana because she’s making heart eyes at Yousef (who’s responding with major heart eyes too), therefore she’s not paying attention to Isak…”

“ Yousana writing prompts I would like to see in one of your works: “If I don’t who will?”


Thank you for the prompts! This was probably not what you had in mind but I hope you’ve liked it

Also I’m sorry if it’s confusing, it’s been so hard to write this fic ‘cause I had the scene in my head but I had trouble putting it in words, so I hope that it’s not confusing

Thank you all for reading!♥

Misconceptions Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut. Horrible painful smut.

Translations: I hope this is accurate. I might be swearing at ya’ll. I hope not

Krasavitsa-Beautiful

Pridi na moy chlen- come on my cock (Russian)

Da detka, pozhaluysta, userdneye- yes baby please! (Russian)

Teper’. Pridi seychas- Come. Come now (Russian)

te iubesc- i dont want to give anything away, so if you really wanna know google it.

Sestra- Sister

malen’kaya lisa-Little fox

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Flashback

“(y/n)’ Bucky moans into your neck, fingers tangled in your long (h/c) locks, the slick drag of his cock has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your breath coming out in short harsh pants as he picks up the pace. “Krasavitsa” he murmurs, his eyes hazy as he looks at your sweat drenched body. You’re keening and arching into him, grabbing at his ass when a particularly hard thrust meets your special bundle of nerves head on. “Pridi na moy chlen” he growls at you. “Da detka, pozhaluysta, userdneye” you scream at him, clenching spasmodically around his length, his hips falter at the feeling. “Teper’. Pridi seychas” and you do, your mouth opens in a silent scream, back bowed unnaturally as your orgasm washes over you. Your vision goes white as Bucky fucks you through it, his hips stuttering, ass clenching, moaning so beautifully into the crook of your neck. You feel him throb as he empties himself inside you with a loud “Te iubesc” his harsh breathing is the only thing you can hear now.   You’re trying desperatly to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat covering you, a pleasant ache settling in your muscles. ”What was that last one, Buck?” you ask. He blushes furiously as he replies ”Maybe I’ll tell ya one day kitty”

Present:

 You couldn’t hide. Nat would drag you kicking and screaming into the land of the living, Steve would stay outside your door until his relentless mothering broke you down, you had to go on like nothing was amiss, you had to pretend, swallow down the pain and nausea. 

18 hours you remind yourself, another 18 hours and I can run, I’ll never have to see the pity in his eyes again. 18 hours you repeat it in your head through breakfast, purposefully avoiding Bucky’s red rimmed eyes and Natasha’s concerned stare. “You doin alright there baby girl?” Sam asks as he watches you mindlessly push your food around your plate. “Yeah Sammy, not feelin so hot, think I might have caught a bug on that last mission” you reassure him, plastering a fake smile on your face. “Sestra” your gaze snaps to Natalia, she’s scanning your face looking for any signs of deception, concern etched on her immaculately made face. “Excuse me” you mutter as you stand, making a break for the common room. Sestra, you think. 

 16 hours you repeat when Steve asks you to speak to Bucky, concern for his friend radiating off him like cheap cologne. “Please Kitty, I don’t know what’s eating at him, he won’t speak to me!” He’s frantic, fists clenching with every word “I’m sure its nothing Stevie, if he needed to talk to me he would have found me already, why don’t you ask Nat?” I can do this, I can pretend, a little while longer, come ON (y/n) LIE TO HIM. “He mentioned something about not sleeping too well after the last mission, I’ll ask Nat to have a word.” He breathes a sigh of relief “Thanks kitty cat, what would I do without you?” he grins “Crash and burn” you reply. 

 13 hours you repeat when you walk in on an impassioned Bucky and Nat on the couch, oblivious to the outside world, her body wrapped around him, hands in his hair, soft moans spilling from her lips “malen’kaya lisa” He whispers rolling his hips into hers “I need you” he moans, she kisses a hot path down his neck “Natalia” he warns. Yup. You think, this is what dying feels like. 

 9 hours you repeat when you’re bent over the toilet bowl heaving out the remnants of dinner. Why the fuck is it called morning sickness when it lasts all day? Brushing the tears from your eyes. I can’t do this alone. Oh God, I can’t do this alone.

 3 hours you repeat when you hear Bucky banging on the bedroom door begging you to open up, to let him explain, how nothing he said to you was true. “Please just let me explain! I’m a fuckin idiot (y/n)! I need you! Let me IN!” he’s screaming, rattling the door, “C’mon kitty please” he whispers

 2 hours you repeat as you break down on the other side of the door, listening to the broken sobs of the man you love pleading with you to listen, your breathing harsh and labored as you question everything you thought was right.  

30 minutes you repeat as you hear Bucky leave, “You’re gonna have ta talk ta me eventually (y/n), ya can’ keep avoiding me for ever, I will make ya listen” he threatens. You clutch your non-existent baby bump, forcing yourself not too feel, burying the emotion so deep down inside that you’re not sure it’s ever going to come back out. 

 5 minutes you repeat as you fix the mess that is your face and collect your bags, waiting for F.R.I.D.A.Y to give you the all clear.

 30 seconds you repeat as you stroll through the darkened compound to the elevator that will take you to a non-descript car at the front of the building

10 seconds you repeat as you watch everything you love disappear in the rear view.

 A mistake, Just a mistake. 

Tags: Again. SUFFER. also if i missed anyone feel free to yell at me. i deserve it.

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Jungkook The Kink Explorer

Originally posted by jeonbase

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-smut (Warning: Read at your own RISK.)
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 4607 words
Summary: Jungkook  wants to know what is your kink and he’s not backing up until you tell him.

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Jungkook was soundly asleep like a child in the embrace of his mother with all of these fluffy white blankets wrapped around his toned body. This night and all the other ones have been keeping him restless with never ending requests and paper work to fill up. Coming back 3 AM or at dawn, Jungkook always got back at home around these unhealthy hours of the day. Slipping right next to you at night when he thought you wouldn’t notice his presence, yet you always did and you felt pained every time he sighed of tiredness. He wasn’t the type to openly complain about how hard it was becoming at some point. He might have been the hardworking type but looking at his dark circles, the way he gave you that tired smile, how he’d always ruffle your hair and tell everything was okay. You only felt like crying. Were you the one who made him like this? Was that tired sight of jungkook a result of marrying you? He could have been living dream of his life, up there on that stage yet he gave it up for his undying love towards you.

You rub your eyes before staring at the man right next you. His beautiful eyelashes shadowing his cheeks and the way his pink lips parted majestically to let out those cute whimpers and breaths. You may haven’t been able to see him much for a little while now but you still feel

“Jungkook…” you poke his arm

“T-Two…more…minutes…” He mumbles while pulling the blankets closer to his body

“Kookie-ah…” you pout at the sight of his pitiful sight “Are you that drained?” you sigh before brushing your fingers

“I love you” he mumbles

Your face soften up at those words.He may have been drained and tired with eye bags slowly reaching down his cheeks yet he’d still mention these three words. Did he loved you that much? Were you that worthy to be his? Were you worthy to be with a hardworking man like him? You couldn’t give him anything yet he was still there sleeping next to you. The only thought of it made harbor that pained expression on your face.

“Don’t be sad…” He mumbles once again without opening his eyes

He felt you would be pained like this. It’s not like he needed to open his eyes to know that you were hurting. He was your other half and he could feel you.

“I’m n-n-not!” you wipe that tear on the crease of your eyes

“I’ll always be by your side, so you shouldn’t cry” he makes himself more comfortable with his blankets before peeking out his hand out of the giant wrapping of blankets around his body

He holds out his larger hand to hold out his pinky and wrapping it around your own pinky.

“We promised to stay forever that day on the aisle and I’m never letting you go” he slowly opens his eyes to stare at you with the look of true love ( A/N: KILL ME I DID NOT JUST WRITE THIS ASDFGHJJKL)

You looked at him for a few seconds before that pained expression on your face turned a little more joyful as you stared back onto his eyes. The man closes his eyes to drift back to sleep and you smile. It wasn’t long before you analyzed him from head to toe. Jungkook may have been unaware of it, but he managed to make you smile even if he didn’t try. The way he looked like some sort of gigantic worm who appropriated all the blankets to itself almost made you laugh out loud. He looked so cuddly and fluffy like a gigantic neck pillow. You clamp a hand around your mouth because this sight of him is too cute and you can’t resist but giggle. You take out your phone and snap a few pictures.

“My giant little worm” you chuckled at yourself before you tap his cute nose

“Are you having that much fun?” his tired face stretches slightly into a smile as he keeps his eyes closed

“Yeah, you’re super cute” you give him a thumbs up before snapping more pictures “AND SO SQUISHY!!!!!” you poke the blankets

Jungkook wraps the blankets around his body tighter with a little grunt due to tiredness. He clenches his eyes shut tightly to keep on sleeping without getting disturbed. This action only made him look more like a little worm. You chuckled at this sight

“What’s so funny” he opens up his eyes to stare at you with a little resentful look

“You’re just so….” You struggle to keep yourself composed

“Stop laughing at me” he pouts before wrapping the blankets tighter around himself “I’m not talking to you anymore”

“Hey” you push him and his blankets with a smug look on your face “Why so serious?”

Your sudden little strength makes Jungkook rolls to the side of the bed. If it wasn’t for the last strength he had left in his body he would have fell on the floor.

“Why are you pushing me?” He turns around to give you that look of disbelief “Are you picking a fight? “His eyes shot open

“Yeah” you nod cutely

“Yeah??????” he tilts his head “Why fight first thing in the morning?” he makes that meme face before crouching his shoulders “Can’t we just cuddle or do something that requires less body strength” he kicks the blankets as he sits next to you “ And STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES”

“What?” you blink

“Don’t feign innocence!” he pokes you “You obviously want something out of this!” he scoffs

“Am I being that obvious?” you hide your face in your hands

“Look at you being all shy” his eyes rounded “Was I scammed while getting into this?” he tilts his head while chuckling

“I’m not a scammer” you roll your eyes “You fell for the trap” you smirked “You got yourself into this, Jeon Jungkook” you whisper in his ear

“This girl” he shakes his head while chuckling “The marriage terms were that we’d stay together for the better to the worse huh?”

“I’m sure I can win against you” you cross your arms around your chest

“I’d like to believe that you’re a scam Y/N, but you’re way too innocent for this” he pulls on your cheek

“So what??! I still managed to GET YOU IN THE END” you stick out your tongue

“ Oh so you were that eager to get me in the end?” he tilts his head playfully “Seems like you were quite smitten over me” he pulls on the side of his collar in a sexy motion “ I mean….who wouldn’t ?” he gives you that seductive gaze before bursting into laughter

You blush a few shades before you scoff at his sudden behavior.

“Look at you going?” you scoff “you SEDUCED ME!” you cupped your cheeks in embarrassment

“Let me dig through this and figure out why you’re acting up this morning” he shifts closer before staring at you from head to toe

His large eyes looked at you innocently at first. Analyzing that messy hair and that bare face before he broke into a smile. It wasn’t long before his eyes travelled to the way that strap from your camisole fell on the side of your shoulder. He gulped before suppressing a low grunt that left his sinful lips at your delicious sight. His eyes travelled lower eyeing the way you were wearing only one of your favorite fuzzy socks, god only knows where the other was. Jungkook stares at you while being completely perplexed by this before voicing out his inner thought about what’s going on. He was feeling stuck in between lust and adoration.

“Did you woke me up to fight me?” he gives you that meme face

“No” you shake your head to the sides and that strap only fells lower from your shoulder

“You want a kiss this early in the morning?” He raises his brow before suddenly pulling your waist closer to collide against his sturdy body

“No it’s not that” you press your face on his shoulder to hide yourself

“What is it then?” he licks his bottom lip while trying to look at the ceiling and avoid any form of eye contact with your bare shoulder

You try figuring out an excuse to give him because you don’t want to sound too cheesy by telling him how much you yearned and missed him for the past few weeks. It was never your style to try surrender to jungkook and admitting things like these.

“I like picking on you” you stare up at him cutely

His reaction was different than what you expected.

“You like bullying me?” he blinks at you before that smirk reached his lips soon enough “Is that the birth of a new kink that I’m seeing?” he tilts his head playfully

“N-NO WAY!!!” you cover your face in shame at the word kink

“Finally! AFTER MONTHS OF MARRIAGE I FINALLY FIGURED OUT SOMETHING YOU WANT” he brings his fist up in a celebratory motion

“Hey!!! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING” panic shots through you as you punch his arm “Stop saying nonsense!!!!?Who said I want this???!!” you turn a few shades of red

“Oh MY god….” He stops to stare at you “Babe….” He gasps while staring at the arm you just punched

“W-What?” you stuttered

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Angels Always Lie

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Cas, Sam, OC Frederick (Iunno, it’s the only name I could think of)

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Angst, Dean saying stupid shit, more angst, secrets, character death, sadness, fluff at the end

Word count: 5000

Summary: Secrets always have a habit of coming out, which you find out first hand.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-Hi! I really love your stories especially the ones with male Reader! I saw the requests are open sooo… Could you write an oneshot where Y/N is an angel and he hides his true nature from the brothers, because he’s an angel who got locked away like Gadreel? And then he sacrifices himself for Dean on a hunt and there’s fluff, fluff, fluff. And at the end it turns out, that god gave him a second chance and he revives him, so he can tell Dean, that he loves him too? (I’m sorry for my bad english)!. Ok, so I slightly changed a few things up, but I think I mostly stuck to the request. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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“Shut the fuck up!”

You shoved Dean, a smile on your face as you both walked out of the bar, towards baby.

“Come on, y/n. You know it’s totally true”.

“No. It really isn’t”, you assured him, waiting for him to unlock the doors before you climbed into the passenger seat.

“So you’re telling me, if you had the chance, you wouldn’t let that bartender get on her knees for you?”

You turned to Dean, shaking your head in disgust.

“You are literally vile, Dean. Not everything is about sex, y’know? Besides, GAY!”

Dean chuckled, starting the car and beginning to drive back to the bunker.

“You know, I get you’re gay. But wouldn’t you just switch off your gay for just one night? For that chick?”

By now, his questions were getting tiring and boring to listen to.

“First of all, she was cute at best. I know you have your usual ‘bimbo stupid airhead bitch’ type, but apart from the giant plastic tits, she really wasn’t all that attractive. Secondly and most importantly, I can’t ‘switch off’ my gay. It’s like me asking if you can switch off your obsession with Sam, or your constant longing for a woman who willingly sacrificed herself. Or moping about wanting some shitty ‘apple pie’ life, all day, every day”, you snapped.

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Scandalous Love [Negan x Reader] PT. 1

Word Count: 4,023

Negan x Reader, Rick x Reader

Request: In this tumultuous story, the drama begins when Negan threatens to kill your boyfriend, and group leader, Rick Grimes if you don’t join him in the Sanctuary as his wife. Over the time you spend as Negan’s wife, feelings arise, making everything a bit more complicated. Based on this request.

Warnings: Language, death, feels, angst

a/n: this was getting too long to be a one-shot, so I am splitting it into three parts! As of now, this is officially the first part of this mini-series! If you want to be tagged in the upcoming chapters, let me know!

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn


The trip to the Hilltop isn’t going as expected.

You had volunteered to go along, wanting to help Maggie in any way possible. She’d been one of your best (and only) friends ever since the outbreak began, and panic had wedged its way into your mind at the thought of anything possibly happening to her. Not only that, but Rick was leading the group and you couldn’t bear the thought of Rick being away from you. He’s the only man who had managed to make his way into your cold, closed off heart- if anything were to happen, you’d rather be there for it instead of staying back in Alexandria.

Somewhere along the journey to get Maggie to the Hilltop, you’d been stopped. The Saviors had found you, forced your entire group into a line, and put you into the compromising position you’re currently in.

You know what’s about to happen; you can feel it, and you’re sure everyone can as well. Their leader is about to step out of that RV and undoubtedly kill one of you, if not more. Rick had slaughtered several of his men, and you know that people don’t take kindly to that. Rick wouldn’t.

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Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!


Imagine: Being incredibly clumsy and whenever you have another one of your clumsy spells; Fili just smirks and picks you up in his arms, carrying you around everywhere, - no matter how unnecessary-.


Word count: 1,370 (I really, really overdid it.)

Waring’s: Extreme fluff at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fili unfortunately or any of the other characters mentioned in this imagine: Tolkien owns them.


It seemed to be that of an enigmatic situation. You were the most ungainly of women that these mischievous batch of dwarves, single hobbit and lone wizard had ever come across in their lifetimes. To call your foot work graceful would be incredibly inaccurate. You were known for stumbling over your own two feet, bumping into trees, large rocks and whatever seemed to be in your bumbling clumsy path: And by the end of the length tiring day, cuts and bruises littered the majority of your body. It was a poor sight to see.

Though your unwieldy sense of movement should have struck others to pity you, the dwarves found it ever so amusing; to which they would take turns in teasing you for the new bruises you had awarded yourself with. “What was it this time, lassie? The rock got in your way?” Bofur would howl, a slight mocking tone but nonetheless a playful banter brewing.

You could not deny that their teasing came to you in big large bites, that soon swallowed the majority of your self-esteem, but you brushed that off, indicating that they were just having a bit of fun: Their pleasure being found in the beams upon their faces when your face deepened in the shade of red.

Though, one outside of this group would surely question as to why the company would keep you around; they would not know of your innate and impeccably grace with a sword. As danger neared, it was as though you had shifted and morphed into another being. Danger brought you a clear head, your awkwardness shedding from you like the scales of a snake. With a sword you were a force to be reckoned with.


Your foot unsurprisingly got caught upon a leg of an elvish made table, to which caused a shrill shriek of astonishment to flee hurriedly from your mouth as you rocketed towards the ground with your arms spread out, ready to break your fall. Though, before you were capable of breaking your bones upon the ground in Rivendell, a strong muscular arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling your rear side of you flush against their strong chest. A deep chuckle rang in your ears as the others chortled too. “Falling for me already?” a poor joke poured from Fili’s mouth, a hot blush staining and blazing your cheeks.

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Chill

Even when you’re so stressed over exams and such, Doyoung can still manage to make you laugh and smile.

Anon said: UM my doyoung idea for you to write is you’re studying your ass off for an exam and he’s at the same table for support but then he starts ramble-nagging about how you should’ve started studying earlier so you didn’t need to cram and then y'know, things bubble up and explode so you lowkey explode on him and he’s O_O and then apologizing and i SUPPOSE if you want to write a makeout with him in the library you can =_= i’ll let you have this one makeout session

love me some kdy requests. bless. enjoy lovelies ^^

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Notes (Part 2)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: Hints of 6th year Draco??? idk

Word Count: 1086

Summary: Draco Malfoy has been acting out of character, and the reader is determined to find out why.

A/N: HERE’S THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 ahhhhh finally!!! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed part 1 && i’m so incredibly sorry i didn’t get to it earlier. Also, i feel like this one is a lot shorter and shittier than the first part; i had some trouble coming up with ideas. I apologize for any mistakes in advance, bc writing in present tense is kinda hard for me (the first paragraph is supposed to be in past tense btw). Anywayyy, i hope y’all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!!

Y/L/N = Your last name

Y/N = Your name

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling


Your friends had completely and utterly not approved of you venturing out to see Draco. Harry, Ron, and Hermione couldn’t keep their extraordinarily large mouths closed for days after you merely mentioned your upcoming meeting with him. There were many failed attempts at ignoring them, but they continued to scold you, saying that it would be much too dangerous, even if you are in the public eye. Ron went as far as to say that Malfoy would kidnap you and lead you to an ultimately slow and painful death, as they apparently believed he’s become a Death Eater. Absolutely ridiculous.

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fallen silk // TAEHYUNG [PT1]

summary - Enrolling at one of the most renowned fashion schools was what you have been working towards ever since you first had a needle and thread in hand. You made sure that nothing would come between you and your goal, but you didn’t expect an effortlessly handsome boy to completely overrule your priorities.
word count - 2.4k

genre - fashiondesigner!au, fluff, angst + smut in later parts
pairing - Taehyung x OC/Reader
warnings - none~

A/N - so i’ve been inspired to write this by tae himself…but also because i’ve been binge watching project runway, not gonna lie. also, thanks to Tammy, my fav kesha stan @boymeetsfiction, for helping me with finding the title ♡

Originally posted by mvssmedia

PART 1 // PART 2

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Dating Alex Standall Would Include (Male Reader):

hey guys! sorry it took me so long to get this out, ive just been super busy this week. again, this is super long and i feel like i could have done better, but i didnt want to keep you guys waiting so long. thank you for your patience! please give me your feedback!

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requested by @amayathatsme

Originally posted by bullet-for-my-valentine09

  • the first time you officially meet alex, youre completely unprepared
  • its the first day of junior year and even though its only third period youre already exhausted
  • youre one of the first students to walk in to ap english and youre horrified to note that this class not only has the desks paired of in twos, but also has a seating chart
  • you take you assigned seat (thankfully in the back of the class) and wait for more students to file in with baited breath
  • you decide to just pop your headphones in scroll through twitter instead of watching the door like an idiot, ignoring the anxiety that comes with being in a new class
  • its about a minute before the bell rings when someone plops down next to you, startling you away from your phone

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Return To Me.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: As always thank you everyone for the support and if you have any questions or queries, or even just wanna chat about this story all you have to do is message me. Now continuing from that, this chapter is not an easy one, it will hurt, and may shock, I am prepared for whatever reactions follow (I’ll just post and run away for awhile :P) but no seriously, I apologise wholeheartedly if I cause any distress, things do get a little smutty too, but nothing not within the rating. So I wont say I hope you enjoy, but I hope you understand, and hold on tight for the inevitable angst and pain that will be here.

Chapter 6: Mistakes.

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