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What The Family Doesn’t Know

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader + Batfam

Words: 825+

Request:  Could you write a story where Jason and his S/O live together but the S/O hasn’t met the batfamily (they don’t know about the S/O) and one day the batboys come over to discuss something with Jason but he’s asleep and the S/O is up and Jason wakes up to all of them talking and having fun

Warnings: light cussing?

You and Jason had been together for a year and a half. You had been living together for around six months. Over that year and a half, you had yet to meet any of Jason’s family. This wasn’t because Jason didn’t want you to, but because you didn’t want to. The Wayne’s were pretty much royalty in Gotham, so you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t live up to the picture everyone had of someone who would be dating a Wayne. Although you had never met the others, Jason has told you enough stories that you felt like you knew them quite well.

Jason had gotten back later than normal last night, meaning you were the only one up at the moment. You were reading one of your favorite books when there was a couple of rasps at your apartment door. Placing the book on the table, you went to open the door. Three boys, that you recognized as Jason’s brothers, were on the other side of the door. You could see them trying to figure out who you were, but before you could say anything, Damian spoke.

“You must be one of Jason’s many nighttime companions.”

Dick quickly nudged the youngest boy, signaling him to shut up. Damian just looked at him with an unamused look.

“I apologize on his behalf,” Dick spoke after he finished glaring at the boy.

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If Saturn represents our struggle with the external world and with our own difficulties living in it, Pluto represents our struggle with ourselves. Saturn and Pluto must be best friends, because they sure do know how to make life a living hell. More accurately, they make life a living hell when you resist their influence. And as Carl Jung said, “What we resists persists.” This is Pluto’s tagline. Pluto, the sign it rules over (Scorpio), and the house it rules over (The Eighth House) all represent the human shadow. The dark side of life. The things we don’t easily own up to. The sides of ourselves we’re more comfortable projecting onto others. It’s much easier to view ourselves as perfect beings of light, and to point the finger at all the people out there in the world that are evil and bad, than to recognize that we’re all human. Jessica Lange’s character Sister Jude in American Horror Story might have been right when she said “All monsters are human.” There are true horrors in this world and sometimes we get lost in news stories of this murder and that war. We’re all quick to condemn and judge our fellow humans committing atrocities. But do we ever stop to think, what made them that way? What happened to them? What is their place in the great cosmic story? Could causing others pain possibly be their life purpose, or has a tragic childhood forced them to wander off their divine path?

These are questions that I have grappled with recently. They’ve made their way into this piece but I don’t necessarily have the answer. I do know that the greatest force in this world is love, the greatest connection empathy. Libra is the sign of relationships, and afterwards, Scorpio comes strolling along. Scorpio and the Eighth House are the things we share in a relationship. Shared finances are relegated to this pair, along with the distress they may cause. As everyone knows, sex is Scorpio’s thing. Taurus, Scorpio’s sister sign, can lay claim to it, too, but Taurean sex is candles, whip cream, and foreplay. Scorpio is bondage, whipping, and power-play. The darker side of emotional intimacy, the power struggle. Scorpios are known to be fiercely loyal and possessive. The Eighth House is where bodies and souls melt together, where transcendence is found through unity with another soul. Scorpio is known to be a psychic sign, in tune with the undercurrents in the room. Especially the darker ones. The collective shadow. They’re known to love the taboo, the occult, the mysterious.

Astrology, by relegating the darker side of life to this sign, shows that it has its place in our lives and the universe. And don’t think you can escape it by not having your Sun, Moon or Rising in Scorpio. It will rear its head in whatever house it’s in, wherever Pluto is in your chart, and in your Eighth House. It must be faced, or it will be repressed. Freud, who was Scorpio Rising, spent his career investigating the id, our instinctual side, and how repression of it leads to neurosis. The id is composed of our sexual urges, our aggression, and our death drive (thanatos). All very Scorpio. And all very human. I think this has been an especially hard thing for females to integrate into their lives in the past, as they run counter to what society thinks a woman should be. Lilith, an asteroid in astrology, may in some ways be the female expression of the Pluto principle. I wrote a little about it in an answer to a question, here. The struggle with Plutonian energy, though, applies to all genders and all peoples.

So how does Pluto operate in our lives? It’s the farthest planet, so its cycle through the zodiac is the longest. It spends about 21 years in each sign, so it is the most generational. To see how this force manifests in your personal life, look to its house placement. Wherever Pluto is, you will be prone to some extreme transformations. When it comes to the darkness, it’s always trying to be noticed. I read somewhere that Buddhists, rather than exorcising demons, would invite them to a grand feast. After being fed and paid attention to, the demons would transform. You see, we cannot fight our demons (or drown them - “they know how to swim,” as Bring Me The Horizon sings in “Can You Feel My Heart”). We all have inner demons, darkness we hide from others, that tears us apart when we are at our weakest. It’s a sad fact that most people don’t talk about this, putting on a show of happiness. You aren’t alone in this struggle, it is life on Earth.

We overcome our demons by looking at them, taking them for what they are. Bringing the darkness to light. Although Carl Jung parted ways with Sigmund Freud because the latter was too sex-obsessed, Jung never repressed the shadow in his studies. He’s made so many important statements on the human shadow that I must include more than a few:

“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

“Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious.”

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.”

“We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.”

“If there is anything we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.”

“There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.”

“There can be no transforming of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion.”

“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain.”

“God is the name which I designate all things which cross my path violently and recklessly, all things which alter my plans and intentions, and change the course of my life, for better or for worse.”

This is Pluto. This is the unconscious force inside all of us that changes our lives in drastic ways. Whether you’re orchestrating your own transformations by confronting your shadow, or if the only thing that can get you to change is some catastrophe hitting you from the outside, Pluto will destroy what you thought you knew and replace it with something much greater. It will be painful - Pluto is the planet of death, and we will have to die to ourselves many times over to get closer to our truth. Pluto is also the planet of rebirth, because every end is a beginning. Pluto is a big fuck you to the ego we’ve carefully crafted, and it can be hard to let go of an identity you’ve held for so long. But the unconscious has bigger dreams for our time on Earth. We are not whole until we integrate our shadow side. This is the true essence of power - being in contact with your whole being. No longer being unconsciously directed by your shadow side. I think we’re so quick to look down on the criminals and the neurotics of this world because we’d like to think we’re nothing like them. But the one that makes peace with his demons knows the truth, that one soul contains the collective experiences of all souls. The only thing separating us is the material illusion we’re all under - this is the true source of “evil” - thinking that we’re not all One. Peace on Earth will come when we feel in our hearts this Oneness - and inner peace comes when you become One with your shadow.

Pluto is an earthquake. Pluto is a force of nature. A disaster, a murder, a suicide. It is everything we’re afraid of. But that which we fear cannot have power over us once we accept it. Understand it. Integrate it into our lives. Just as we all must face the inevitability of our own deaths, we must face the fact that we’re better off leaving our old masks at the door, as we enter into a new chapter in our lives. Embrace change, and embrace the darkness.

Luckily, this month there has been talk of Pluto being invited back into the solar system after its exile. This spells of great change in our collective psyche :) It will be interesting to see if, as a society, we begin dealing with our collective shadow.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I enjoy your writing and was wondering if you are still taking prompts? I was wondering about an AU where Sidney runs into a lost and barely English speaking Geno who lost his tour group?

This one’s been almost done for about a month and I haven’t gotten to post it til now, oop. (crossposted here on AO3

Zhenya was going to die in this cruel, cold wasteland.

Or, not die, maybe. He’d probably just wander around and stress eat his way through most of his spending money until Sasha found him- but, he was cold, and it was very, very cruel of Sasha to ditch him like this when this whole trip had been his idea in the first place.

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anonymous asked:

Can i request 4 and 64 with hoseok? And could it be angsty too? ☺️

Love is Not Over (Hoseok x Reader Angst)

Prompt request: “You did this all for me?” + “Time changes people.”

Summary: Bound by a promise made when you and Hoseok were young and in love, you return to place you used to call home.

Word count: 1.5k words

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

“In ten years from now, let’s meet on the same day, at the same time, in the same place. No matter who we’ve become or how far apart we’ve drifted. Let’s meet again.”

When you and Hoseok first fell in love, you knew it was something magical. Years later, you figured it was just your childhood naivety or the rose-coloured glasses of nostalgia that were deceiving you. But in fact, your first love was something of fairytales.

You weren’t sure if you believed in soulmates, but you were certain Hoseok was the closest thing to one you were ever going to have.

You first met Hoseok when he moved to your small town in the middle of winter in your sophomore year of high school. He was a ray of sunshine in the icy world around you. With the smallest of smiles, Hoseok filled you with warmth from head to toe.

He was outgoing and made friends quickly. But you were shy, and couldn’t bring yourself to start a conversation with Hoseok. The first time you actually talked to him was several weeks later when you were paired together for an assignment.

“Hi, Y/N,” Hoseok greeted with a sunny smile, slipping into the empty desk beside yours. He flipped through his biology textbook absentmindedly as he spoke. “I don’t think we’ve ever talked properly before.”

“No, we haven’t really,” you replied quietly, your voice wavering uncertainly. You wanted to crawl away and hide forever, but Hoseok’s inviting expression made you feel strangely comforted.

“Well, then I hope we get to know each other better,” Hoseok said. “I don’t really care about biology. And I’m not that good at it either, sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you responded, smiling slightly at Hoseok’s honesty. “I’m not bad at it. If we work together, we can probably get a good mark.”

“Awesome!” Hoseok cheered, his smile widening impossibly. He was practically glowing, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. His features eventually slipped back to neutrality, and he regarded you closely. If you weren’t blushing then, you sure were now. “So, Y/N. I don’t know much about you. Let’s talk!”

And from that moment forwards, it was history. Unfathomably, Hoseok had taken a liking to you. Over the next few weeks, you and Hoseok became inseparable. Eventually, he had mustered up the courage to ask you on a date, and Hoseok was the one blushing and tripping over his words. Of course, you accepted his offer.

Thinking back on your first date, it was impossible not to smile. Hoseok approached your relationship like he did life: with his entire being. He put a tremendous amount of effort into you, and Hoseok made you feel so loved. On your first date, Hoseok had prepared a home-cooked, candlelit dinner.

In your memories, the moment remained perfectly preserved. It was a Friday evening, and his parents were out. You were both still wearing the clothes you had worn to school–terribly casual for the beautiful ensemble Hoseok had arranged.

His dinner table was covered in a deep red tablecloth, the room gently illuminated by several white candles placed around the table. The food was set out already, and it was far from gourmet, but you could tell Hoseok had made it himself.

“You did all this for me?” you asked, awed, looking up at your boyfriend with wide eyes. He smiled sheepishly and looked down when you spoke.

“Yeah,” he replied quietly, sounding embarrassed. “Is it too much? I just…I really wanted to do a good job.”

“It’s too much,” you answered, smiling, “but that’s just like you. Really though, it’s amazing. You didn’t have to do this much for me.”

“I wanted to!” Hoseok insisted. You kissed him on the cheek in response, standing on your tip-toes as you did so. When you leaned back, Hoseok’s usual brilliant smile had returned, and you felt yourself falling hard for a boy you had just met.

One year later, you and Hoseok were still in love–completely lost in one another. But you knew your world was seconds away from crumbling. You were going to be moving away, far away, and you had no idea how to relocate when the only place you felt at home was in Hoseok’s arms.

Like always, Hoseok tried to remain positive about the situation. He firmly believed that distance was no barrier, and he felt that your relationship would be strong enough to weather the storm of time.

“Time changes people,” you said quietly, holding tightly onto Hoseok’s hand as you walked, fearing that if you let him go now, you would never be able to catch him again. He squeezed back comfortably, gently swinging your arms back and forth as you walked through the empty park.

“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Hoseok reminded you gently. “Sure, we’ll change and we’ll grow. But the important thing is that we’ll do it together. We’ve already grown up a lot since we first met.”

“I suppose,” you replied, already missing him. “It’s just so unfair. We’ve hardly had any time together, and we’re being forced apart again.”

“I’m just glad I met you,” Hoseok laughed, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Seriously, I know we can make it through this. I know we’re young and it’s probably stupid, but I love you and I want to grow up–grow older–with you beside me.”

“Yeah, me too,” you breathed, pulling Hoseok to a stop. Tilting your head up, you pressed a soft kiss against Hoseok’s lip. His free hand immediately moved up to cup your jaw, Hoseok gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Slowly, you pulled apart and just looked at each other. Posed in front of the setting sun, illuminated in a halo of gold, Hoseok still shone the brightest.

“If this will make you feel better, let’s make a promise,” Hoseok said suddenly, his eyes burning into yours. “In ten years from now, let’s meet on the same day, at the same time, in the same place. No matter who we’ve become or how far apart we’ve drifted. Let’s meet again.”

“Okay,” you agreed, a smile slowly inching its way across your lips. “It’s a promise.”

You and Hoseok sealed it with another kiss.

Stepping off the train onto your hometown’s platform–a place you hadn’t set foot in for a decade–you thought of the boy who had made such a silly promise with you. But remembering the determination on his face and the honesty in his eyes, you knew he was being serious.

That was why, ten years later, you were fulfilling your promise.

When you last saw Hoseok, you were nearing the end of high school. He was your boyfriend, and the two of you were terribly naive an even more so in love. You glanced up at the reddening sky above you, and you knew it was time.

You walked the familiar roads with ease, your heart aching for all the people and memories you had left behind. But most of all, you longed for Hoseok, the boy you hadn’t seen in years. You missed his warm embrace, his sunny smiles, and his raucous laughter. In all the ways you had changed, the only thing that had remained the same was your heart.

Letting your mind wander, you let your feet carry you to your destination. You replayed every memory you had shared with Hoseok like a movie. Your story was so beautiful, so pure, it was almost like a fairytale.

But this love story had no happy ending.

You found yourself in a small cemetary, eventually slowing to a stop in front of a small headstone, surrounded by neatly groomed flowers and grass–evidence of someone well-loved. Kneeling onto the soft earth beneath you, you traced your fingers across the smooth stone, over the letters that spelled out your first love’s name.

Your eyes filled with tears and your vision blurred. Biting back a sob, you hurt for the boy whose life had been snatched away so unfairly, and you hurt for the young lovers who dreamt of spending a lifetime together.

“I came back,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “We kept our promise, Hoseok. Since that time at the park, I’ve been counting down the days until I could see you again.”

You sat quietly for a few minutes, staring at the polished headstone that was reflecting the golden rays of light beating down on it.

“I’ve changed a lot,” you spoke again. “I wonder, are you watching me right now? Would you still love me after all this time?”

Closing your eyes, you focused on the sensation of the sun’s rays tickling your skin. You waited for a sign, or a feeling, that Hoseok was with you, but nothing came. The pain of loss ached no less, but compared to the happiness Hoseok had given you, it was no match.

You knew that you still loved Hoseok, and you always would. In the golden light of the setting sun, and in the sprawling park of your tiny hometown, your first and greatest love would live on forever.

- Girl in Luv

You wanted angst, so I wrote some angst!!!! I was planning on making this angst with a happy ending, but it did nOT TURN OUT THAT WAY. Sorry I haven’t updated recently. I’m still sick, and I’ve had a lot of homework lately. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this imagine of 100% sadness. Like…I’m so sorry??? Thanks for your tears

Moaning Mona Lisa [m]

Genre: Smut/Fluff ⚠️ (Oral? Taehyung’s tongue? idk lmao)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3297 he’s my bias… I got carried away… I’m sorry…

Summary: Taehyung can’t finish his painting until his muse can relax…

A/N: This is the fourth installment of my Spring Day drabbles series! I only have three left to do. They should be up later this week! Check out my other ones thru the link at the end of this post 😊

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We decide it (We're gonna be alright) - hentaihorseface - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: T

Yuri sighs dramatically before flopping onto his back, finally meeting Otabek’s eyes for the first time since he’d arrived.

“I’m supposed to be the world’s best figure skater, not the world’s most pregnant one…” Yuri whines forlornly, eyes glossy and rimmed with red, but fixed into a faux-glare up at Otabek.

Otabek chances a small smile at Yuri’s perfectly timed cynicism. Except the next second, Yuri’s nose is scrunching up so hard it forces his eyes shut and a pitiful cry escapes from the back of his throat, the dam breaking in a glorious flood of snot and tears.

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Shape of You (4)

okay happy ACOWAR release day. Here’s the next chapter. I can’t wait to share more. But for now we will have to read the book and see where our amazing author has taken our favorite bat =)

Chapter 4

If Elain hadn’t squealed the moment she saw me time would’ve stood still. Because the moment I saw him standing there, with that stupid grin on his face, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think or feel or do anything but stare at the monster who had taken so much away from me. But then my middle sister broke the tension, she broke through the panic and grabbed me tightly, pulling me away from the boy who haunted my dreams.

It took me a full heartbeat to make it to the bottom of the stairs. When I did my middle sister came running towards me, oblivious to the fact that at this very moment I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think past the evil bastard smiling that disgusting smile at me.

But then it all faded when Elain wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me tightly as Cassian let go of my hand. His eyes were on Tomas, who was smiling at me. No he was smirking, as if he knew exactly what his presence was doing to me. As if he was remembering that night long ago when he had hurt me beyond repair.

Elain let me go and I stepped backwards, but thankfully Cassian grabbed my waist before I could stumble over my own feet and fall down. He was a steady force behind me, his hands warm against my skin.

“Nesta!” Elain was smiling at me, I realized only seconds had passed since Tomas had walked in. I looked at my sister and tried to focus on her. She looked so good, so happy and healthy it killed me to know I hadn’t been home in six months.

“Hey E,” there were tears in my eyes as I looked at her. She was so grown up, they both were. Then again we all had to grow up before we were ready. Since our father had never been there for us.

Cassian stayed close to me, his body stiff, his eyes on Tomas. Tomas watched us, and for whatever reason it didn’t affect me while Cassian was there. It wasn’t that same air crushing moment as when he appeared.

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How would BTS react when you're worried that they would leave you because they're so famous now

This Reaction was requested by Anonymous. Hope u like it. It was my first Reaction ever lmao


Your boyfriend just came back from the very successful Music Awards. You couldn’t attend them, but watched them trough TV. The boys looked really fine and mostly your beautiful boyfriend Kim Seokjin.
But as you were reading all the Twitter comments you became worried. BTS was so famous and successful now and they would grow in the future. How could you fit in Jin’s life?

“Jagi… Why would you even think that?” He would ask you calmly but still worried because he would see the tears strolling down your cheeks. You told him about your worries when you two were eating and he talked nonstop about the BBMA’s.

“B-because… There so many cute girl out there, Seokjin, and they love you. I m-mean I saw the BBMA’s and you were so handsome and here I am, just me!”

Jin would look a little bit helpless at first but soon would hug you and tell you how much he loves you.

“Jagi, you’re the only one for me. I don’t care about the other ones! We’re together for 2 years now. Nothing changed my feelings for you and never will. Don’t worry.”  


Yoongi and you were a couple way before BTS debuted, so you know each other like the apple of your eye. He wasn’t a man of big words but you knew his words would always have a big meaning behind them.

When you would tell him your worries about, that he received so much fame and maybe you were a distraction for him, Yoongi just snorted and muted the movie that you two were watching.

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N? Are you kidding?”

“I’m serious… I just think…”

“You think I would leave you because the band is so popular now?”


“We’ve been together for years now and last week we talked about names for our future kids. So whats that with your worries?”

“Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course I am. Now shut up and come here. I wanna cuddle.”

You smiled at your sleepy boyfriend and asked yourself why you’d ever think that Yoongi would leave you. You two were the most badass couple.


Hobi was the nicest human you’d ever get to know. He was kind, funny and a pure sunshine. Everyone knew about your relationship and the fans liked you very much. Together with BTS you joined their visit for the BBMA’s but you kept in the background because you didn’t want to distract Hobi on this important evening.

He smiled and cheered for the camera and you were so happy for the boys wen they won the Award. As Namjoon held the speech upon the stage, your sight were focused on Hoseok. He looked at the Award and smiled so brightly, it must have hurt his cheeks.

BTS deserved the world and especially Hoseok,  your favourite human on earth, deserved way better than just a simple relationship. You both talked about marriage and Hobi liked the idea about a family in the future. But the word ‘future’ was a stretchy term.

“Wow! This was just so crazy!” He began when you two were finally in your hotel room. “Did you hear all those screams, Y/N? The fans were so crazy omg I love them! And the award… It was just so amazing and… Y/N? Are you crying?”

With three long steps he stood in front of you and caressed your cheeks. You didn’t noticed the tears.

“What? Oh no, no. It’s okay…” You began but Hobi shook his head.

“Y/N, tell me whats wrong! Did something happen tonight?”

“No, it’s just… I’m so proud of you guys, you worked so hard but… Hobi, you’re a real star now, I mean… This is your life and I’m not an idol, I’m just me!”

“Babe. The stage is not my life. You’re my life! Are you afraid I would leave ya?”

You nodded and he hugged you real tight.

“Stop worrying about those things. I would never leave you. I mean, I love your personality and I want that our future kids will have the same as you!” He smiled brightly and you couldn’t other than laugh with him.  


“I’m proud of y'all, Baby.” You said to your boyfriend trough phone.

“Was my english ok? I was so nervous, gosh…”

“You did great, Joonie. And y'all looked very handsome.”

“Thanks Jagi. The boys are super hyped now haha, we’re celebrating a little bit with Paul Logan and some other guys.” He sounded like a proud kid and you were really happy for them.

“Ah, I see. Enjoy it then!”

“Thanks, Babe. Everything ok at your place?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, Joon.”

“Seriously? You sound a little bit distracted.”

“No, I’m good. There’s just…” You stopped and took a deep breath before you spoke. “We’re good, are we? I mean, you aren’t going to leave me, am I right?”

“What the… Babe, why are you asking this?” He sounded worried and you felt bad now.

“Because you’re so famous now and I’m just worried and I miss you…”

“Y/N, listen to me: I’m not gonna leave you, u hear me? Never. I love you and I miss you too. Now go to sleep and in 24 hours I’m next by your side.”

“Ok.” You smiled. “I love you too, Joonie.”

“Goodnight, Babe.”  


Jimin was a very soft and kind human. On stage he was the sexy dance beast but when he was home with you, he was a cute ball of fluff. He could be very manly and a full grown up, but he knew he never had to change in front of you. When Jimin was with you, he could be yourself and he loved it.

“Jagi? Did you saw my grey hoodie?” He called through your shared apartment.

“In the bathroom, Baby.” You called back. You were standing in the kitchen and making him breakfast, but this morning your thoughts just wandered.

“Uhm… Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked when he joined the kitchen and pointed at your hand. You were smearing his bread with butter but the problem was, there was no butter on the knife nor the bread.
You looked down and sighed.

“Baby, is everything alright? Since I’m back from the Music Awards you seem so distracted… Did something happened when I was away?”

“No. I’m fine, Jagi.” You answered. “I was just thinking how much you achieved the last years… I remember when we got to know each other and you asked me for a date…”

Jimin began to smile.
“Yeah. I was so nervous that you would say No. And now we’re celebrating our third anniversary this year. Time flies by, huh?”

“Hmm…” You hummed quietly. “Jimin? Would you ever leave me when things get much more stressful than now? You guy’s are so successful and famous…”

“Of course not! Never would I leave you for that, Honey! Please don’t worry about this! The last three years with you, were the best in my life! You were there for me in good but also rough times, why would I throw this wonderful thing between us away? I love you, Y/N.”

He kissed your forehead and you smiled.


Taehyung and you were called the ‘Chaos-Couple’ by the other boys. You two were funny, loud, overly excited about everything and perfect for each other.

You knew Tae since he was 8. You two were neighbours, best friends and later attended the same school. Only difference was that Tae was two years older than you. When he was 13 he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said ‘Yes’.  Since this day you were a couple and inseparable.

Taehyung was your big and true love and he thought the same about you. Since the first day of your relationship, you two talked about marriage, kids and the future. There was no such a thing as secrets or mistrust between you two. So when you became a little bit worried about all this fame and stuff, you just told him right ahead.

Tae wasn’t angry with you or something like that, he understood your fear and hugged you.  

“Jagi, I’m in love with you since I’m a kid and this love never changed just a little bit throughout these years. Don’t worry about this. I love you and I want to make you Mrs. Kim in the future!”


“Hey Seagull-Boy.” You greeted your boyfriend with a big smile on the door. Kookie smiled back and ruffled your hair before he leaned down and kissed you.

“Hey, Nerd-Face. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Tell me everything about the BBMA’s, I just ordered food for us.”

“Didn’t you watched them online?” He asked and you nodded.

“I did. You guys were amazing and Namjoon did a good job as leader.”

“Yah, he really did. Hey, what did you thought about my hair? Weren’t they just amazing?”

“It was ok.” You smiled and Jungkook gasped.

“Okay? OKAY? Yah! You little punk! I looked fine as hell! All those girls were starring at me!”

“Don’t push your ego too high, Captain Seagull. They were looking at Jin and you know it. The third guy from the left slayed the evening.” You began to laugh when you saw Kookies face.

“I can’t believe you! I told you all those girls were looking at me and you didn’t even got a little bit jealous?” He asked and pouted.

“Why should I? We both know I’m the only one who bear with your arrogant ass.”

Kookie laughed and hugged you from behind when you walked into the living room.

“Yah… This kid.” He sighed and you just melted into his hug. You really missed him and closed your eyes when you mumbled quietly:

“But seriously… You wouldn’t leave me just because your so famous now and all those girls looking at you?”

“Awwwww… Is little Miss-Grumpy-Head a bit jealous after all?”

“Shut up…” You mumbled back and Kookie laughed before he kissed your hair and hugged you tighter.

“Never, Y/N. Never.”

“I love you.” You whispered and he hummed in return.

“Love you too, Munchkin.”

Take Care [Suho x Reader]

theme: suho x reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: none
word count: 1.8k
a/n: @bomsenpai hope you enjoy this! I haven’t written junmyeon before, so I hope i got his character right. Also I realised I misread your request (I think?). I’m sorry. 

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Yet more of the Sheith soulmates AU

Part 1

Part 2

Voltron fic-in-progress, likely T-rating when all is said and done, and Sheith without monkeying with their ages. Concrit and feedback and title inspirations are welcome.


When the press conference happened, Keith watched from Shiro’s couch. He leaned forward intently, waiting for the spokesperson to wade through all the things that the Garrison residents would know but that the general population needed for context. Then the spokesperson got to the heart of the matter.

“It is with the deepest sadness and regret that we must share that the Kerberos mission was a failure. The ship appears to have crashed on the moon. We presume at this point that it was due to pilot error, some mistake by Captain Shirogane—”

“WHAT?” Keith shouted in disbelief.

“—and all crew members are missing, presumed dead.”

“YOU LIARS!” He threw the remote hard enough to leave a dent in the wall next to the viewscreen before charging out of Shiro’s apartment.

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PSA: A bit of info on writing psyche wards

i used to read all these fics when i was younger of people meeting in psyche wards and lots of fun stuff happened and it was great and they fall in love and etc. 

it ain’t like dat. let me tell you the truth. fandoms like dear evan hansen offer lots of opportunity for writing some ward fics. so here’s some pointers if you want to write an accurate ward fic.

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I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’ by marrieddorks (AO3)

A breeze from the open balcony doors brought a whiff of the peonies and sweet alyssums that were growing in their unexplored backyard and Jared stopped his fruitless ministrations to smile.

There was nothing that could bring him down today.

Nope, not even the soapbox rampage going on behind him, the one getting worse with each passing second they continued to lack niceties such as hot water and electricity and food and a place to sleep.

“And now you’re not listening.”

He turned that same smile to Jensen and the wattage of it only increased at the sight of his boyfriend – no, fiancé – and his seemingly permanent frown.

“You said that there’s no place open on Sunday,” he told him, fingers fidgeting with the stack of washers in his hand. Jensen narrowed his eyes dangerously but didn’t push.

“Nope.” Now he was pacing the expanse of what would be their living room, but paused, watching as Jared continued to play with the mess of Ikea pieces scattered on the floor. “Not a single one,” Jensen emphasized, making certain Jared could feel his frustration. “What kind of place is like that?”

“This place?” Jared ventured.

“This place! And do you want to know the real cherry on top of it all?” Jensen asked as if Jared didn’t already know. “There’s not even a supermarket here. In fact, the closest one is over forty-five minutes away. That means that if I want some bread, I’ve got to stand in line at the bakery and then if I want meat, I’ve got to head to an entirely different building, probably one on the other side of town, to take a number at a butcher’s. Hell, if I want a single damn tomato I’ll probably have to wait at the farmer’s market on a Saturday before the sun is even up. But guess what?”

“…. None of those places are open on Sunday?”

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My Prince Charming

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Character: Yoongi x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Length: 1564 words

“Maybe she would’ve been better off if I wasn’t her Prince Charming.“ 

 That night, as Yoongi lay next to her in bed and observed her while she snored softly, his expressionless features turned into a frown. 

He wasn’t enough for her. He hadn’t been the best boyfriend; he was often busy at work as a composer and didn’t have much time to spend with her. By the time she was awake, Yoongi would already have left for work and when he came back, she’d already be sleeping. It was only some rare days that he wouldn’t have to report in so early or could come back home earlier that he could just savour being in the presence of her. 

 He definitely wasn’t enough. 

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Dating Kylo Ren Would Include

Originally posted by pixelrey

Originally posted by boredjaegerpilot

Dating Kylo Ren Would Include: 

  • Late-morning cuddles.
  • Being found useless and unimportant by every other Starkiller Base personnel, especially by General Hux.
  • But Kylo Ren would tell you that you were the most important person in the galaxy.
  • Long embraces, where neither of you say anything for a while. When it came to love, Kylo wasn’t very verbal with it. He often wouldn’t know what to say, besides the usual “I love you” and less-than-three-words compliments. So the two of you would show your affection through gestures and actions, such as hand holding, leaving each other notes, or small kisses.
  • Kylo being on the low of PDA. He had a reputation to keep up (that reputation being a stern Sith with no strings attached), and feared that any signs of affection to anyone could ruin that. The most he’ll do is keep a hand on your back whenever you’re close enough.
  • Always keeping you in sight. Always. He may not engage in any physical contact in front of his employees, but he wants to know where you are at all times. Not because he’s controlling over you - he just can’t afford to lose you on the base. If he doesn’t know where you are, he gets worried, which leads to panic, which leads to anger. Safe to say, it’s better if you just stay within his sight.
  • Temple kisses.
  • Neck kisses.
  • Giving each other massages when they really needed it.
  • Jealousy getting the best of him. Whether someone was flirting with you or not, if they were simply talking to you, he would feel a dull hint of anger in the back of his mind. If they were offering to help you with anything - most of the time you wouldn’t need it, since you weren’t exactly doing anything - he would send them a threat through his mind, and they would wander away from you, a bit frightened. 
  • Finding dead employees here and there throughout the base, assuming they had died at the hands of Kylo’s wrath.
  • Being the one person he complains and rants to about work - and that isn’t necessarily a good thing.
  • “That fool believes that everything he does is right. He still believes it, even though his ‘ingenious Stormtrooper program’ proved to be not-so-ingenious. I mean, one of the Stormtroopers just helped a prisoner escape! How good can the program be if it causes our army to turn on us?”
  • “It can’t.”
  • Exactly!! I’m glad to know that someone on this base has a brain. I should discuss this with Supreme Leader Snoke, maybe we should go back to clones- ”
  • “Kylo, you shouldn’t worry about it right now. You just need to let some steam out and wait until tomorrow. Plus, you just clocked out - why don’t you relax for a bit?”
  • “It’s impossible to relax when that idiot just ruined the rest of my day.”
  • Giving up when he’s brooding, seeing as though it could be hours until he decides to drop the matter. 
  • Kylo hogging all of the blankets at night. 
  • Often waking up unable to breathe because he’s rolled over onto you, crushing your chest. 
  • Kylo watching you dream. If he can’t sleep in the early hours of the morning, he’ll place a gentle finger on your temple and watch your dreams.
  • Kylo vowing to never play any mind tricks on you. He’ll communicate with you through your head, either sharing his opinions of an annoying coworker or asking if you’re feeling alright. However, he never uses the Force to make you do anything.
  • General Hux holding a grudge on you. He considered you a waste of space, and a distraction to Kylo. You knew he would make derogatory remarks about you to his coworkers, saying that there was no use for you, other than for Kylo Ren to dump his emotions onto. You didn’t mind anything he said, because you knew that the main focus of your relationship with Kylo was to be there for him, as he needed more support than he would admit. And you knew that he loved having you beside him. 
  • Bringing his lightsaber to him if he’d forgotten it on when he left your shared quarters. 
  • Being able to wander throughout the base, only if you tell Kylo first. Otherwise, he’ll think you’re lost and go on a murderous rampage to find you. 
  • Lots of petting each other’s hair. When you need him to simply be there, he’ll lie down with you and hold you close, running his fingers through your hair. When he’s having a feeling conflicted about something, you’ll let him rest his head in your lap and run your fingers through his wavy hair. 
  • Make out sessions when he’s angry.
  • Occasional mornings where Kylo will shower your face in feather-light kisses, and then watch you slowly wake up. 
  • Making breakfast for him most of the time, so that the two of you have more time to spend together.
  • General Hux running to you as the planet is falling apart, explaining how Kylo Ren had been injured and that he needed help finding him. 
  • Running frantically through the woods, searching for Kylo amidst the snow. General Hux would be with you, muttering curses under his breath, as you screamed Kylo’s name. You’d worry if he was even still alive, or if he was bleeding too much - tears would start spilling down your face at those thoughts, and you’d trudge through the snow even faster than before.
  • Finding him slumped against a tree, unconscious and bleeding. You’d try to stop the blood flow by pressing the sleeve of your shirt to his wound. 
  • Hux would shove you aside from Kylo, trying to lift him up on his shoulders. You’d ignore the rude act and follow close behind, wringing your hands anxiously as there was nothing you could do.
  • Once he had been rushed to the Medbay, you wouldn’t leave his side. You’d sit in a chair next to his bed, either reading a book or pretending to talk to him. It kept you from going insane as you waited for him to wake up. Sometimes you would trace your fingers over his scar, other times you would hold his hand as you slumped into sleep in your chair.
  • Trying to hold back the tears and emotions when he wakes up. He’d simply stare at you for a few seconds, before gesturing for you to lie next to him. You’d immediately crawl into his embrace, and the rest of the day would be spent trading “I love you’s” and fervent kisses.
Boyfriend For A Day

Title: Boyfriend For A Day

Word Count: 2876

Characters: Dean x Reader

Request:  Can you write an AU where Dean has to pretend to be the reader’s fake boyfriend and eventually falls in love with her?

A/N: This was so much fun to write!  I decided to keep an open ending so there can be a part two if you guys are interested in reading one. I hope you like it!

Your name: submit What is this?


You were standing in the line at the checkout of the only grocery store in the entire city and checked your phone for text messages from your sister when you overheard the conversation of the two men who were standing infront of you.

“That’s our last money Dean. Do you really want to spend it for pie?”, the taller one of the two of them said and pointed at the apple pie on the conveyor belt. 

“I’m going to play a game of pool tonight and we are fine again Sammy. Relax.” The other one said and reached out for the money the taller one was holding in his hand. It wasn’t much and it was obvious that it wouldn’t even be enough for their groceries. You looked back to the conveyor belt and the few items you’d placed on it. Chewing gum, a bottle of beer and a small box of candy that would easily fit in the little bag you carried with you.

The two men infront of you wanted to buy more. Way more important things. There were water bottles and toilet paper, potatoes, salad, a few bottles of beer, soap, razor blades and pie. You cleared your throat and tapped the smaller one with the shorter hair on the back. Instantly he turned around and you stared into a wonderful pair of green eyes.

At the sight of his marvelous green eyes and the freckles that were placed perfectly in his face you totally forgot what you were about to say. The cashier scanned their groceries and told the other guy the sum total of their buy. His face got pale for a second and he didn’t knew what to do. His eyes wandered to his companion and you could read on his face that he was considering to grab the stuff and run as fast as possible. 

Before you would become the witness of a theft you raised your voice and slipped past the two men and walked straight to the cashier. “I’ll pay it. Can you please scan those other three items for me?”

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Robbers - Ashton Irwin [smut]

Requested - yes but irl by the infamous Mhairi

A/N: She’s been pestering me for ages to do this one it’s inspired by Robbers by the 1975 so srsly go listen it’s soo good

Word Count - 1540


Ashton Irwin and his friends were the wrong crowd, you were always told by your (no longer) friends, your family and anyone who’d ever met Ashton really, but you couldn’t help falling for those big shining eyes, that lopsided grin and that floppy hair. It started off as just a few weekend ‘parties’ where only you and his 3 friends Calum, Michael and Luke attended, and all you did was watch them get horrendously drunk and high, laughing at them. It took a few more of those gatherings for you to have your first try of alcohol and whatever various drugs they were trying, and from there everything spiraled out of control…

You stopped going to school. You stopped staying at your own home. You stayed every night at Ashton’s mess of an apartment. You spend every night at bars getting wasted. But at least you’re in love.

You wake up in the bed you share with Ashton practically drowning in a pool of sheets only to find that Ashton isn’t with you. Standing you grab Ashton’s scruffy flannel and pull it on over your body as you’re only wearing a bra and underwear from the night before. You wander across the bedroom to open the door and look out into the lounge/kitchen area only to see the 4 boys already awake and sitting with cigarettes hanging from most of their mouths.

“So you’re certain this is going to work?” Ashton’s surprisingly timid voice says.

“Yeah, bro, it’ll be fine, I’ve done it before, not on this scale but it’s no different,” Calum adds sounding a lot more confident.

“Quiet dude, I don’t want [Y/N] to wake up and find out like this, I need to tell her properly,” Ashton then says.

“Ash?” you say in a voice that’s higher pitched than you first planned and all heads turn to you hidden behind the door. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, princess,” Ashton stutters. “Go back to bed, I’ll explain everything later”

With a small innocent nod you turn back and flop into bed unable to actually fall back asleep since your head is now swimming with with worry.

Later that day, when the boys have left and you’re dressed with your hair tied into a messy bun, Ashton takes you out to his favourite spot, a deserted half destroyed warehouse building, which only means he has something important to talk to you about.

“Sit,” he says tapping the brick half finished window frame and obediently you hop up.

He walks around so he’s on the opposite side and wraps his arms around you letting his head hang in the crook of your neck.

“I need to tell you about something, princess,” he mumbles.

“Then go ahead,” you say, your previous worry back.

“Well as you know we’re often short of money… the guys came up with an idea that means we won’t have to worry for a little while,” he continues.

“Is that what you were talking about this morning?”

He nods, “Calum says he knows what he’s doing so it’s not as worrying but basically in two weeks time we’re going to be robbing a post office”

Your eyes widen, “N-no you’re not”

“I knew you wouldn’t want me to,” he withdraws his arms as you turn slightly to face him.

“You’re not going to rob a post office, what if you get caught, it’s not safe, Ash, did you even plan any of this?” you shriek.

“Of course we did, in fact…” he trails off as you watch him pull something covered with a white rag from his jacket.

He pulls back part of the rag to show a gun which he stares at as if it’s a toy.

You jump down, “You’re insane”

“What?” he chuckles picking up the gun and pretending to shoot you which scares you a little too much.

“No,” you first giggle holding up your hands to your face but as he continues you get a little more stern, “NO!”

“What?” he repeats. “I’m not going to shoot you, I’d never shoot you, babe”

He’s acting like it’s a joke so you walk away, “You know what, fuck this”

“Where are you going?” he calls after you.

“I’m not staying around to watch you get yourself killed Ash, I love you,” you shout back.

“I love you too, which is why I’m not going to get killed”

You keep walking.

“Come back, you don’t understand I’m doing this for us, this is for our future I’m getting money for,” he shouts running after you as tears sting your eyes.

You feel him grab your arm and spin you around.

“Look at me, nothing is going to happen to me, I’ll be right back here to annoy you,” he says pulling your lips to his by the back of your head.

You smile and pull away, “I want to come with you”

“Now you’re just being stupid,” he laughs a little.

“I’m not, if you’re going in I want to be there with you,” you say.

“I’m not letting you get into any danger,” he gives you a strong look.

“This isn’t up for discussion Ashton, if the situation is safe enough for you then it’s safe enough for me, either I’m going or we’re over,” you demand.

He smiles only a little with a nod before kissing you again, “Is it bad that I find your authority sexy?”

“We’ll we’d better be going home”

You practically race back to the apartment and as soon as you’re in the door Ashton’s lips are on yours as he strips you of your shirt. You drag his jeans down his legs and palm him through his boxers making him moan against you. He kisses down your chest as he lifts you so you’re sitting at his waist. He throws you down onto the bed in the bedroom leaning down onto you before removing your bra, his hands going straight to your breasts. You nearly rip his shirt from his body while his breaths get heavier. Finally releasing him from the restraints of his boxers you pump his length a few times making his head rock backwards.

“Fuck princess, without me you wouldn’t have had an idea of how to do this,” he pants.

“Without you I’d still be a virgin,” you say pushing him over onto his back and straddling his waist.

“Oh honey these need to go,” he smirks taking off your panties now.

Your lips find his as he grabs you by the waist lowering you onto him. You move your hips against his bouncing slightly and arching your back.

This is a normal thing for the two of you so he knows that as soon as his fingers find where you need him most you practically climax at that. It doesn’t take long for him to hit his high which triggers yours too and you fall down onto his chest while he draws shapes on your bare back.

You look up at him, “Two weeks?”

He smiles, “Two weeks”

The time between then and the robbery is packed with preparation, Calum gets the van, Luke sorts out the best time to go and Michael controls what Ashton and you have to do once you get there and soon the two of you are stood outside this post office that’s in the middle of no where.

Ashton pulls his bandanna up over his nose and runs his fingers through his hair, “You sure you’re ready?”

You simply smile and kiss him over the fabric of his bandanna. He takes your hand and you’re off.

Everything after that is blurry, a lot of screaming, money being thrown into a bag and then a single gunshot. Not from Ashton’s gun.

“Ash, baby, come on,” you weep dragging him out of the post office as the boys pull up in the road.

“What happened?” Luke questions.

“H-he got shot,” you say as they pull both you and him into the van before sliding the door shut and driving off.

“Don’t worry, get him down on the floor and get his shirt off,” Michael commands.

You see the blood pouring from his side and freeze letting the boys take over since you can’t.

Ashton’s no better when you pull up outside the shared apartment but you help to get him out of the van being ordered to apply pressure to his wound. Michael’s arm swipes across the coffee table knocking off week old bottles of beer to be replaced by Ashton’s body. You don’t know what to do but Calum hands you a rag soaked in some kind of antibiotic to try and stop the bleeding, the only thing you can do at this point.

He sits up and tries to speak, only stuttering out the first few letters of your name before you say through tears, “No, Ash don’t talk”

“No, [Y/N], stop,” you obey him. “I’m sorry”

“No, this is my fault, this is my-”

“It’s not, I should have listened to you,” he says. “I love you”

“I love you too,” you reply with a sad smile.

He smiles too before collapsing back onto the table which is when you know… he’s gone.


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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 27

Clinking our glasses, my eyes stayed connected to Jared’s as we both took a sip of champagne.

“Mmm, delicious.” I said as the bubbly liquid slipped down my throat.

“It is.” He smiled, picking up the menu and looking over it before our waiter came back.

Watching him concentrate as he read the menu, my thoughts wandered back to all the experiences we’ve had together. Some amazing, some, not so much… I mean, who likes to be punished, right?! Despite everything, through each experience, I learned something about myself and that gave me the strength and confidence to be open about the person I really am; open about my wants and needs. Being given that opportunity truly changed me and I have Jared to thank for that.

Looking at myself and how far I’ve come will always be very emotional and gave my connection to Jared roots in my very soul. I almost feel as if I’m a different person and when I look back on that inexperienced somewhat shy woman, it amazes me how much confidence he’s given me in such a short period of time.

When I’m with him, I feel nurtured and cared for in a way I hadn’t ever felt before. My feelings are so strong when I’m away from him, all I long for is to get back to him. To get home. This feeling is achingly familiar having experienced it in Chicago but it’s much easier this time. Coming back together, feeling our connection despite the weeks apart, was exactly what I needed. Knowing distance really did strengthen our relationship made it easier to not worry so much about when this trip inevitably comes to an end. My only fear now, is that I’m not going to want to leave.

I was falling in love with him.

“You look deep in thought, baby girl.” Jared said placing the menu back on the table, “What are you thinking about?”

Taking another sip of champagne as I looked at him, I wasn’t sure how honest I wanted to be. I didn’t want this to turn into an emotional roller coaster of a dinner. I wanted us to have fun. Everything can’t be heavy all the time and I had enough crying for the day.

“I was just thinking about your toast.” I said smiling knowing that was partially true.

“What about it?”

“You were talking about new experiences we’ve shared and I have to agree. Especially as I’m sitting here with a glass anal plug in my ass.” I giggled, “Never in my wildest dreams did I EVER think I’d be in this situation.”

“Yes, well, it’s important to try new things.” He laughed, “Speaking of, how are you feeling baby?” His voice turning a bit more serious.

Taking my last sip of champagne I felt a lot better, the alcohol was somewhat numbing my ass as it relaxed me at the same time. I’m sure practically sitting on my side was helping too. But, for the most part I felt good and I wanted him to know that and not worry.

“I’m good.” I smiled, “I think this is helping.” I said, raising my empty champagne glass.

“I have no doubt.” Jared said as the waiter walked up to immediately fill my glass again. He was so quick I wondered if we were the only ones he was taking care of.

“Thank you.” Jared and I both said in unison before he stepped away again.

“This is your last glass of champagne if you’d like wine with dinner.”

Shit. I was already getting cut off.

“May I ask why?” I asked not to question his authority but wanting a real answer.

If I’m being honest, I thought it might be fun to play feeling a bit tipsy. Not drunk, of course but at least feeling no pain. Alcohol relaxes me and seems to heighten my senses, at least in my case. Who can deny tipsy sex isn’t exciting?

“Because if we’re going to play later, and I have every intention of playing later, you have to have your senses about you. It’s dangerous otherwise and I won’t take chances with your safety.”

That was a bit of a buzz kill.

Before I could ask another question, our waiter came back to see if we were ready to order. That was probably a blessing in disguise because any more questions might give him the impression I didn’t trust his judgment and that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Yes, I’m ready to order.” Jared said then continued to order for both of us. Because this really didn’t involve me, my mind began to wander as I slowly sipped my champagne and looked around the dining room.

This restaurant was truly beautiful and very romantic with it’s semi-private booths and soft ambiance. With each sip, I was more relaxed and unconsciously began to roll off my hip and place more weight on my tush almost enjoying the pressure and testing my tolerance.

Just the simple fact of knowing the anal plug was there and we were out doing something so normal suddenly began to excite me. It was so dirty, so kinky, at least for me, and no one was the wiser. That made me wonder how many other people in this room had kinky sex lives or shared in the BDSM lifestyle and no one knew it. Memories of our adventures in Chicago at the club danced through my thoughts and now the last thing on my mind was food.

All of my hedonistic thoughts combined with the romantic ambiance and a very sexy man next to me kicked my desire into overdrive. Closing my eyes for just a second, I feel my body begin to tense and pussy clench. Crotchless panties might not have been a good idea if my anticipation leaves a stain.

I was so much in my own world that I hadn’t even noticed Jared finished ordering and our waiter already left. Glancing towards him to find his eyes already on me I smiled shyly.

“What’s got you bitin’ that sexy lip?” Jared asked with a sly smile.

His long fingers danced across the top of my hand as he pulled my attention back to him. Leaning closer to him so no one could hear, I whispered in his ear as his hand slipped around my lower back.

“I was thinkin’ about how dirty I feel…” I said, my hand resting high on his thigh.

I knew I was playing with fire but I still did it anyway. Leaning closer still, I felt his hand drift lower, his fingers grazing across the wide Swarovski crystal head of the plug that was nestled between my cheeks.

“Are ya now.” He said amused, “How dirty?”

“I’m just hoping my wetness doesn’t stain my dress.”

“Hmmm, I think I need see for myself.”

Maybe it was the champagne that numbed my senses but I didn’t quite know how he’d go about that. I should have though and realized very quickly as he straightened his back while bringing his hand from around my lower back to my knee. Hooking his hand under the bend in my knee, he pulled my leg over his. I was silently grateful the tablecloth was to the floor because now, with my legs spread open, my pussy would have been in full view.

His darkening blue eyes met mine as he slid his flattened hand up the inside of my thigh, my dress being pushed up with it. My mouth dropped open, knowing what his intentions were and I cursed myself for not thinking this through.

Since part of my punishment was denying me my orgasm, more than once I might add, I was walking a tightrope. It wouldn’t take much for me to topple over the edge. I was completely turned on and didn’t know how much strength I really had to control my response to him playing with my body. Knowing Jared, I highly doubted he would appreciate a “When Harry Met Sally” moment so I knew I was in trouble if I lost it.

Trying to close my legs before his fingers reached my exposed core, I sandwiched his hand between my thighs as I shook my head ‘no’.

“Please….” I whispered.

Despite knowing the look on my face showed my fear, his forehead crinkled as he peered down at me clearly not happy.

“Let. Go.”

Not wanting to disobey, I relaxed my thighs and he used his hand to push them apart. My hand immediately went to his wrist, squeezing it tightly within my grip hoping he wouldn’t do what I knew he wanted to.

“Siirrrr.” I said, my voice shaking as I felt the tip of his finger at my entrance.

“Shhhhhh….” Jared whispered as he slowly dragged his finger between my slick folds then circled my sensitive nub.

It was as if we were the only two people in the entire restaurant. Every thought in my mind escaped me as I stared in his eyes. Not wanting to make a sound, my lip was now clenched between my teeth as I did my best to contain myself while his fingers teased me under the table.

“My god, baby. You are soaked.” He taunted as he sank his middle finger into my pussy.

My eyes were as wide as saucers at the intrusion while a small smile graced his handsome face. I could feel my walls grip his finger, pulling it deeper inside me.

Oh. My. God.

“Relax.” Jared said quietly just as our waiter approached the table.

I tried my hardest not to think about his finger in my pussy or the fact that our waiter was right there and we could be caught any second in a compromising position. As our salads were placed in front of us and our water glasses were refilled I silently hoped they’d be quick about things. I could only hope I seemed calm on the outside because on the inside I was screaming.

“Your wine selection, Sir. May I open it for you?”

“Yes, please.” Jared responded.

After opening the bottle, Jared was poured a small taste to be sure he liked his selection before it was served. All this while I sat there with his finger still in my pussy. Seriously…come on!!!

“Perfect, thank you.” Jared said calmly after his tasting.

“Very well, Sir. May I pour?” The waiter asked as Jared turned to me.

“Would you like a glass, Vivie?” His smirk made me want to smack him.

He was doing this on purpose.

Gathering myself enough to not look like an idiot, I hoped I sounded okay. As I opened my mouth to speak, Jared moved slightly and intentionally pulled his finger back and forth, “Yyess, ummm, please.”

Damn it! So much for not sounding like an idiot. This poor waiter…

“Thank you.” I said then went back to clenching my quivering lip between my teeth.

“Thank you.” Jared nodded to him before he walked away.

As soon as we were alone, Jared began to slowly pull his finger from my center while I tried not to cum on the spot. His smirk was firmly planted on his face at his antics. He was definitely not playing fair.

“That was mean….” I said with a pout as I slowly regained control.

“You never cease to amaze me, baby girl.” Jared said as he gazed at me, “It’s time to eat, so let go of your poor lip.”

I was realizing more and more how little I desired food as I looked at the salad in front of me. Sex, that was absolutely all I desired at the moment. Taking a sip of water Jared regarded me with a frown.

“Relax, baby. Eat.” He said reaching his hand towards my face as he swiped his finger, still damp with my arousal across my bitten lower lip, “You’re going to need plenty of energy tonight.”

“Mr.Leto will see you now”. - [Jared - One shot]

Based onImagine: Jared being a married man with children who becomes interested in you.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: Jared is not a famous musician in this, he’s a regular man, old loves. ;) / And yes, this might have a chapter 2. #SOON.


Jared sat on a stool at the center of the bar’s small stage, with his guitar in his hands and eyes closed as he sang a chorus by himself.

She was in the crowd, celebrating and drinking with a couple friends and when she saw him, her heartbeat faltered. To her, he wasn’t just a stranger; he was Mr.Leto, her art teacher in college.

Mr.Leto was a very serious man during class. It would take a while for his students to realize if he was joking about stuff at some point. He rarely smiled and whenever someone spoke, he’d study their faces carefully and then fix his blue eyes on them with a slight frown as if nothing else mattered in the world.

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23. Advice

A/N: Written for fanficsunderthestairs’s 1,000 followers challenge. Prompt 3, Ron asks his father for advice.

Ron watches the Burrow from afar, nostalgia of his childhood summers hitting him with a force he didn’t expect.

The sun is setting and the air is warm as he gazes over the yellow burnt grass patches that are all over the land. He doesn’t know if it’s because he has so many conflicting thoughts and emotions at the moment, but he suddenly feels the urge to run down the hill barefoot, arms open and forget about thinking.

He sees a flicker of light in the shed, and knows he has come to the right place.

When he enters, his father is disassembling an iPhone it seems, and it makes Ron smiles. His father never really stopped being fond of Muggle technology. He still asks Hermione and the kids a million questions every time he sees them.


Ron is brought back to the purpose of his visit.

“Hi dad.”

“Ron! Good you’re here, I’ve been trying to figure out what the purpose of this thing is.”

Ron shifts his weight from one foot to another, he is suddenly nervous. What if his dad doesn’t understand? What if he doesn’t have an answer?

“It’s a phone, but it also does all sorts of-”

“A phone! But where are the buttons?”

“It’s a touchscreen.”

His father looks perplexed, but then something shift in his eyes. He looks taken back, like he just realised something.

“What are you doing here at this time of day son?”

Ron sighs, he may as well take the advice he’s came to look for, whether it is good or bad.

He tries to collect his thoughts first. Ron has tried to find a way to express his worries for a while now, but words were never really his thing. He’s gotten better at it, much better, but he still struggles. His father stares at him patiently, trying to hide his worry.

“I don’t know how to say this.”

“Start at the beginning.”

“Okay,” Ron takes a deep breath. “When Ginny was the last one to go to Hogwarts, how was it for you and mum?”

“Well, we didn’t had much time to dwell on it, if you can recall, the Wizarding World was a bit of a mess. Ginny’s first year didn’t really end the best of ways.”

Ron lets out a frustrated cry. “Yeah, I know I remember. That’s not what I’m talking about. I mean, how was it at the house, with just you and mum, and no kids around?”

And just like that, his father figures out the heart of his problem.

“Are you worried about you and Hermione once both Rose and Hugo have gone off to Hogwarts?”

Ron shrugs his shoulders, suddenly unable to look into his father’s eyes. His throat is dry but he doesn’t realise it until he replies and his voice is hoarse. “Well, Hugo is off for his first year in a couple of month. What then? I mean, the last few years have been rough,” his father gives him a look he knows too well. ”You know they have. It’s always been a bit insane between us.”  He pauses, scratching his head uncomfortably. “Since we’ve had the kids, our insanely brilliant kids, it’s really been more about them than about us.”

Ron laughs absentmindedly, trying to recall the last time Hermione and him had simply gone out to dinner, just the two of them.

He can’t remember.

“Have you talked to Hermione about it?”

His dad could have made a comment about how hard it was to manage seven kids and two wars, but he didn’t, and it hits Ron how humble his father is. Tears fill his eyes and he angrily wants to push them back inside. He is a mess.

“She’s been busy, you know. Her work is very demanding, what she’s doing is important to her and the greater good. We all know that. It’s just…” He sounds bitter, and he doesn’t want to be, because he is so proud of her. But there’s a part of him that hates her job.

They’ve been fighting a lot lately -more than usual- and he’s been afraid of what the house will be like once it’ll just be the two of them.

Will they be strangers?

“You and Hermione love each other,” his father assures him as he lays a hand on his shoulder, forcing Ron to look at him.

“I know!” Ron half cries, “but what if this is too much for us?”

His father breathes deeply and gestures for Ron to sit on an armchair in the corner of the room. He then proceeds to turn the kettle on and prepare tea for the two of them. As he does so, they both remain silent. Ron lost in his own thoughts, and Arthur trying to gather his.

“Your mother hated it,” his father finally tells him as he hands Ron his tea. “I guess you’re more like her than you’d thought. She disliked the silence more than anything. She’d fuss around the house and pick up a fight with me as soon as I got home. It wasn’t pretty. And I won’t lie to you, there’s time I thought that maybe we wouldn’t make it.”

Ron almost chokes on his tea.

“You and mum?”

His father nods. “We’d known each other nearly all our lives and life evolved around you kids for so long that once you were all gone, we had to figure out each other again. Because you change. People change.”

“What did you do?”

“One day I watched her hum one of those Celestina Warbeck songs that she likes as she was knitting and I fell in love with her all over again.”

Ron nods slightly. His mind wander to a few days earlier, when he caught Hermione reading the journal at breakfast and the light caught her hair perfectly, he had felt his heart race in his chest at the sight.

“I don’t really know how to explain it,” his father continues. “But I do know Hermione and you have been through a lot, more than most people have. It’s a strength. Remember it.”

They both turn quiet as they finish their teas. Ron attempts to collect his thoughts.

He remembers that he had hated her, when they first met. He then recalls their fourth year and how he couldn’t tell jealousy and anger apart. He closes his eyes and lowers his head between his hands. The Horcruxes hunt is one of his worst memories, the constant fear; the dark thoughts the locket brought; the resentment and hatred he felt the day he left; Hermione’s screams as Bellatrix tortured her. It still gives him cold sweat.

His father is right, they’ve been through a lot. Good and bad. He pictures Hermione at the end of her seventh year, wearing the biggest smile and the pride he felt surge in his heart when he had seen her that day. Without warning, he is invaded by more vivid images of good things they’ve shared. Milestones and insignificant Sundays spent in bed on a rainy day. It’s almost too much.

He needs to talk to her. And figure this out. What they have is too special to throw it all away.

His tea has gone cold but he doesn’t care. Ron bolts up, hugs his father and thanks him.

“One more thing son,” his father adds, amusement dancing in his eyes, as Ron passes the door of the shed. “Perks of having the kids away, you have the house to yourselves and you don’t need a silencing charm.”