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Soulmates

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 1600

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.


Y/N was never much of a talker; she had maybe said eight sentences in her whole life time. She wasn’t sure where the fear really came from, the fear of saying the wrong thing, of being too loud, of not being heard, so she kept to herself. People didn’t seem to understand though, they couldn’t comprehend why she chose to not talk, so she was labeled as weird, freak, stupid etc. Then they labeled her as mute (and she was) but she hated that term, she really did, Y/N just hated being labeled. At first it hurt, it really did, but Y/N soon learned to ignore them, she could only really care about what her Soulmate would have to say, and deep down a part of her wished that they were like her, quiet.

Soulmates, Y/N had been waiting for hers for a long time. She could remember sitting in class in fifth grade, when the teacher explained the process. She explained how everyone was born with a mark, a mark that only their other half had and she made them find that mark. Y/N’s was on her wrist, it was small, and lighter than her regular skin color, she wasn’t sure what it was at first, it just looked like a stick. But the teacher explained how the mark gets more detailed as they get older and closer to finding their person, and Y/N had noticed how that mark slowly grew into a small flower, a petal or two still missing.

Her teacher explained how every person was made for the other, and that they would feel their soulmates emotions, pain, negative thoughts, happy thoughts. They were connected and no matter what the other would always feel what their person was feeling. Y/N had learned that her person always seemed to be grumpy.

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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 2 ♡

A/N: I finally did it! I finished part 2. Thank y’all so much for all the feedback it means so much to me (‘: also, I put a little Easter egg in here. There’s another marvel character mentioned in here that surfs Let’s Pretend, let’s see if y'all can find them. (; (also, tags are open too!)

Warnings: Smut, Pornography, graphic details of sex, swearing. Alcohol.

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GOT7: their s/o steals their shirts

when I was dating my ex girlfriend, she practically lived in my closet. but she’s like, eight inches shorter than me so I could wear nothing of hers. the pain

Mark: 

Mark loves seeing you in his shirts, ok? Especially if they’re slightly big on you and soft and he can pull you into his arms and cuddle for hours. If it were a common occasion for you to show up for a date in a shirt he hadn’t even noticed had disappeared, he’d literally melt into a Mark-shaped puddle on the floor (ok, not literally, but you get me), smiling nonstop and hugging you until you’re about 87% sure his arms have left indentions in your ribs. He doesn’t care if you steal so many shirts that he’s only got two left- it’s worth it for the feeling he gets when he sees them draped over your shoulders. 

“You’re so cute, Y/N. I’m serious.” 

Jaebum: 

Jaebum is torn between thinking you’re adorable in his shirts and thinking you’re hot as fuck in his shirts. Either way, he loves it. Not only do you look absolutely brilliant in his shirts, but it’s pretty obvious that you’re taken, so others are less likely to flirt with you. And, of course, he loves showing you off and this is a perfect way to do that. He probably buys shirts, wears them twice, and then leaves them at your place, though, so that he still has a closet after you visit. You’d sometimes catch him staring at you when you’re wearing one of his shirts with a proud expression painted on his face

“You should wear my shirts more often. It’s hot.” 

Jinyoung: 

Jinyoung won’t admit it very often, but he loves how you look in his shirts. That said, he’s not a huge fan of you stealing them. They are his shirts, after all. If you were just hanging out with him and stole a shirt to wear for that, though, he wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away from you. If you’re out in public in his shirt, he feels conflicted because on one hand, everyone knows you’re his and he loves that feeling, but on the other hand, he prefers these things to be done in private. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t think you look amazing, however, and he’ll probably compliment you at least once or twice, though he won’t do it more than that because he’s trying to convince you to stop stealing his clothes lmao

“You look amazing. Do you not have shirts of your own, though?” 

Jackson: 

Proud af boyfriend. He thinks you’re drop-dead gorgeous no matter what you wear, but seeing you in one of his shirts is almost a religious experience for him. He would literally give you the shirt from off his back if it meant he got to see you in it, no joke. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you when you wore his shirts, by the way, so get ready for that. His arms will be around your waist, slung over your shoulder, tangled up in your hair, whatever- they’re going to be on you. Get ready to be shown off. You could have the flu and look like an absolute mess but he’s grabbing a random stranger and telling them to look at his beautiful s/o (but not too long, he aint about that) 

“Isn’t Y/N beautiful? Seriously, so sexy. My heart stops every day.” 

Youngjae: 

Youngjae thinks it’s hilarious how he never notices his shirts disappearing, yet you have such an extensive collection and how did you even manage this?? Impressive, really. He loves the way you look in his shirts, how they’re a little too big and the sleeves go past the length of your arms. He might get shy when he first sees you in one of his shirts in public because he thinks everyone knows that you got it from him and to him that’s such an intimate thing like !! ohmygod!! But he tells you that you look amazing about a million times, his signature smile coming out involuntarily. Probably can’t resist running the fabric through his fingers when you’re close to him because he’s in such awe of how good it looks on you and is it even real?

“Ah, Y/N. I don’t know what to say.”

Bamboo: 

Honestly, what did you expect from the king of memes? BamBam would have way too much fun with the fact that you loved stealing his shirts, purposely leaving the ugliest things he owns at your house and pretending to be upset when you didn’t wear them on dates with him. He’d probably spray a shirt with Pam’s Cooking Spray or some shit and give it to you to wear, no joke. On the flip side, he thinks you look hot as hell in his shirts and loves, loves, loves to see you wear them as long as you return them afterwards because he spent real money on those, ok? Also- he’d definitely take you shopping with the sole purpose of buying shirts for himself that you would steal later. 

“You look so sexy in my shirts. Probably because they’re mine.” 

Yugyeom: 

Yugyeom would love seeing you in shirts because wow they look amazing on you and how are you so cute? It’s honestly not fair. That said, if you wore one of his shirts around the other members and they realized, he would die inside, blushing and hiding his face and giving them even more to tease him about tbh but hey he’s cute. Might take your hand and dash out of the room and down the street with you. Also might never let you near his members again for another year and a half. If it were just the two of you, though, he’d be the most smiley green bean on the planet, hugging you and holding your hand super tightly and gazing at you because he honestly can’t believe how great you look. Expect lots of forehead kisses

“I don’t know how to deal with how cute you are right now.” 

Haunting Me (Chap. 5)

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of racism. Flashbacks. Angst.



Since the little occurrence at the motel twenty four hours ago, you’ve been held in the Stark tower and interrogated by Alexander Pierce himself. He was convinced that you were working with Bucky and conspiring with him on multiple terrorist attacks, which was highly untrue. You had a perfectly clean record; you hadn’t even missed a single day of school until now, so the thought of you having anything to do with The Winter Soldier and Hydra was complete bullshit according to Nick Fury.

He was there the entire time as well, countering every little accusation that Pierce threw at you with hard facts. Every attack that had happened in the last few months happened while you were seeing by numerous people on the other side of the city. Hell, even your professor confirmed your whereabouts on those dates, but that didn’t stop Pierce from threatening you.

“I think we’re forgetting that she was kidnapped,” Fury spoke as he crossed his arms. “And held hostage for an entire day and a half. There were multiple witnesses that saw him not only chasing her, but abducting her as well.”

“Which is why I believe she knows something,” Pierce countered, peering over at you with a frustrated scowl. “Why on earth would Hydra’s top assassin go absolutely haywire and kidnap this random woman? Why her? What made him act that way?”

You rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee. You were beyond exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep forever. You hoped and prayed that Bucky would magically appear in your apartment, but you knew the chances were slim to none.

“Can I leave now?” you asked, your eyes staring at the metal table below you.

“No,” Pierce spoke briefly, before standing from the chair. Without another word, he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Look, kid,” Fury sighed as he sat in the empty chair across from you. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “Did the guy mention anything to you? Where he was going or anything like that?”

You shook your head, feeling the familiar burn of tears threating to form in your eyes. “No,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat. He didn’t mention anything. You both were pretty preoccupied before Steve popped up, but you completely left those intimate parts out. You didn’t exactly fancy talking about your sexual escapades with random people.

“Alright,” he nodded, giving you a tight smile as he stood from the chair. “We’re gonna have you fill out some paperwork and you’ll be on your way. I’ll send Rogers in here; he’s dying to talk to you.”  

You nodded, giving him a small smile. However, on the inside, you were screaming. You had so many bones to pick with Steve at the moment; you wanted all of your questions answered immediately.

A few minutes after Fury excused himself, the door squeaked open and you heard the familiar sound of a shield being set down against the floor. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor filled the room, followed by a deep sigh.

“Did you know?” you asked, avoiding his eyes.

After a long, pregnant pause he answered.

“Yes.”

“How long?” you demanded.

“The entire time,” he admitted, his eyes filled with sadness. You scoffed.

“You knew me,” you confirmed. “The old me. Jane.”

Steve’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name fell from your lips. He nodded once again, sniffling softly. You looked over at him, expecting him to be in tears of sadness, but instead, you found him smiling. You looked down at the manila folder in his hands curiously, your eyes flickering back to him.

“What’s that?” you asked warily.

Steve placed the folder down on the table and gently slid it towards you.

“It’s your life, Y/N.” He replied. You inhaled deeply as you opened the folder.

Inside there was a giant older photo of you, smiling brightly. It looked as though it was taken in one of those old school photo booths from the Coney Island carnivals. Your hair was curled in the typical 1940’s fashion, your lips dark with the red lipstick you always wore. Your dress was a deep red with little white polka dots. Beside you was Bucky. He grinned that same dorky grin from your memory as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned his head against yours. He looked so happy and full of life.

You both did.

“What happened to me?” you asked, feeling the tears run down your cheeks.  

“In 1943, you were diagnosed with lung cancer from second hand smoke. You died six months later.” Steve replied, blinking away his own tears that threatened to fall.

The next photo was one of the three of you. Steve was in the middle, with you and Bucky on either sides of him, holding up what looked to be a birthday cake. You let out a small laugh at the sight of tiny, pre-serum Steve with a party hat perched on his head. The three of you looked as though you were laughing hysterically, enjoying each other’s company.

You flipped over to the third photo, which was a black and white picture. It was taken at the beach this time. Only, instead of Bucky or Steve, your arm was wrapped around a very beautiful and much younger brunette and vice versa. She was holding a lollipop in her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as she grinned. You squinted as you took in her features. She was familiar, but not enough to ring any bells.

“Who is this?” you asked, picking the photo up.

“That’s Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister.” Steve answered, smiling sheepishly. “That was taken on the day you both met for the first time. Bucky took the picture.”

You felt your head ache once again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.

1941

“Okay, dolls,” Bucky laughed as he peered into the camera and aimed it at the two of you. “Make sure you actually look this time, this film is expensive as hell.”

Usually, people didn’t lean in too close to you. They usually awkwardly stood beside as if they were forced by some invisible threat. No one liked taking pictures with colored people, and that instantly sent a wave of anxiety through you. But to your surprise, Rebecca scooted as close to you as possible and flung her arm over your shoulders. She rested her head on your shoulder and grinned.

You swore you felt your heart nearly fly out of your chest. Nevertheless, you found yourself smiling like an idiot at the camera.

“Okay you two,” he exclaimed. “On three!”

You both stood as still as possible as he pressed the button, causing the giant flash to temporarily blind you both. You giggled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid your sight of the little dark spots that swarmed your vision.

But just as you set your hands down, you felt Rebecca lean in close to your ear and cup her hands around her mouth, her eyes flickering over to Bucky as he fiddled with the camera.  

“I’m so glad I met you, Jane!” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a sister!”

“Y/N?” Steve repeated, this time his voice was a bit louder. You blinked, shaking your head.

“I remember!” you breathed, peering back up at a highly concerned Steve as he stared back at you in confusion. “She told me a secret that day.”

“I know,” Steve chuckled as he took the photo from your hand and stared down at it. “You wouldn’t stop talking about it for days. It took you an entire week for you to finally shut up.”

You both let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that held no type of ill feelings or nervousness.

2016

You found out a whole lot about yourself the past two years.

Your name was Jane Collins; you lived with your younger sister, June. You grew up in New York City with your family. You wanted to become an actress like your idol, Judy Garland. You absolutely loved polka dot dresses and worked at an ice cream shop named Lucy’s, where you met Bucky in 1939.

Out of all the things you couldn’t stand, you absolutely hated cigarettes. The mere smell of them made you automatically nauseous, which was so ironic, seeing as you ended up addicted to them in this life.

However, as you began regaining memories, you began to wonder if Y/N Y/L/N was even a real person anymore. Should you go by your new name in this life, or should you be Jane? You were so confused.

“Your life now is a fresh start,” Natasha told you one day as you both met for lunch. The sun shined down on her fiery red hair, giving you a perfect muse to draw later. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.”

Those words struck you like a cord. She was right. As much as you wanted to be Jane for Steve, you weren’t that woman anymore. Sure, it would cause comfort for him, but you were you. You had to live in the moment and be who yourself.

Ever since you found out your true nature, Steve began bringing you around the tower more often. You quickly formed a friendship with everyone, especially Wanda, who was intrigued by your story the most. You began to think of the Avengers as a little second family.

You spent your days attending school, trying to focus on your career and your studies. But no matter what, your thoughts always went back to the same man, Bucky Barnes. Where was he? Was he safe? You prayed he was.

Natasha had tried to set you up with a few men here and there, but you found yourself denying them each time. It wasn’t out of spite or anything, you just…weren’t interested. Truth be told, you weren’t interested in anyone else than a certain brown haired super soldier. You knew it was childish, but you didn’t care anymore. You wanted to see him again, and if that meant waiting around like a crazy cat lady, so be it. Steve tried to tell you how unrealistic that was, but you only responded by raising your fuzzy sock covered foot and giving him a gentle kick to the face, sending him flying off your couch.

2017

You made your way up the final stair case in exhaustion. Your hands were occupied by your large, freshly dried canvas that you would be turning in for your final tomorrow. This would be your final project before graduation and you had to make sure it was perfect, even if that meant staying up until five am like you did the night before.

When you approached your door, fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, you froze.

Your door was open.

Sometimes, you tended to rush as you left and forgot simple things, but not once had you forgotten to lock your door –much less forgetting to close it. You gently pushed the door open, wincing as it squeaked loudly. That was the worst idea ever.

You peeked inside your darkened living room. Everything looked exactly the same; nothing was missing from what you could tell. You took a wary step into the room, setting your canvas down against the wall and pulling out your small stun gun that Tony had given you for your birthday this year.

You found it extremely odd that someone would break in, only to leave everything there and not take anything. You made your way into your bedroom, kicking the door open and peeking inside. Nothing. Not even the light was on. You turned around and made your way into the second room in your apartment, which was strictly used for your paintings.

Immediately, you began to panic. What if someone from school vandalized your paintings? You had an entire year’s worth of work in there; most of it was going into the gallery as well. You felt your heart race as you neared the door, which was slightly ajar. Completely not how you left it.  With a deep breath, you opened the door.

And you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

“W-What the fuck?” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.

You watched as a very normal Bucky Barnes turned around and looked into your eyes. Instead of the cold, dead ones you came in contact with two years ago, you were faced with two lively, ocean blue orbs. They were beautiful, even more than you remembered.

“Hello, Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes staring into yours. 

You blinked, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“Bucky?”


-Fin! 

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Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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Of Bucky

Requested Soulmate Universe!AU where everything your soulmate says is tattooed onto your skin until you meet them. AND I’M SORRY THIS TOOK A CENTURY AND A HALF TO POST. I’M A TERRIBLE PERSON.

Here is the prompt (x) and I totally wrote this entire thing listening to Bat for Lashes cover of Use Somebody

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anonymous asked:

This probably sounds like a dumb question, but what exactly doesn't "don't fetishize m/m" mean exactly? I assumed that it meant not to treat irl gay men like something purely to get off to, but it seems that some mean "don't get off to fictional gay porn (if you're a straight woman)" or even "Don't write/ship mlm relationships (if you're a straight women)"

What it SHOULD mean is the first thing you said: don’t treat real life gay men as if they were yaoi characters for you to fangirl over; Don’t use real world tragedies or gay issues that you don’t have personal experience with as material for you fanfiction; treat actual gay people with respect and don’t ask them gross personal questions or make assumptions or anything else like that.

What antis mean when they say it is the second thing(s) you said. If you’re a straight woman (or depending on who you ask, a woman at all, straight or otherwise, or a nonbinary not-male person) you can’t get off to fictional gay porn or write m/m fanfic or draw m/m fanart. A lot of them, if you phrase it this directly, will backtrack and be like “oh, well, I don’t actually care if you do that stuff, but…” Then what is the fucking issue here? Don’t accuse me of doing gross shit I haven’t done. 

They don’t see the distinction between the two. They cry “fetishization” at every single opportunity but they never stop to dissect what that word means and why it’s a bad thing. They think if you got off to porn about X while you yourself are Y, you’re making a fetish of everyone whose real life experiences even vaguely align with that porn, because yours don’t. That’s not what fetishization is and that is not harmful.

The big problem is that fujoshi hate is never stated as “Let’s call out and avoid these specific harmful behaviors”, it’s stated as “some of you are guilty of this, therefore you are all guilty by association and I hate all of you”. It shows such a lack of basic critical thought.

Virtuosa || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is a piano virtuosa and an academic genius, and Peter has the biggest crush on her. He hears her playing in the music room and she catches him, and it’s all fluffy and cute. 

Warning - none, except cuteness and fluffiness!

A/N: this is gonna be so cute guys, you’re gonna love it! Although it’s gonna be really short.

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Peter was a pretty smart kid, he got good grades, he paid attention in class, but his mind could not even compare to the mind of Y/N. 

She was the real genius. 

She was mostly quiet during class, not paying attention and reading a book, or there’d be sometimes when he’d catch her drawing in her notebook. She didn’t need to pay attention, she was just that smart. 

She’d read books about biomechanics or neurology, and she seemed to be so engrossed in what she read that she’d never acknowledge the bell ringing. He found it endearing. 

He found everything about her endearing. 

Whenever he saw her, his heart would skip a beat, his face would flush a gentle red, and he could never help the soft grin that would etch its way onto his face whenever he saw her smile. 

Her smile was beautiful, it was perfect. In his mind there were no words to describe the girl that he was so helplessly in love with. 

But she was so far out of his league, the girl was only fifteen and already had a full ride scholarship to the university of her choice. She was already so far ahead of him and there was no way he could catch up. 

He fantasized about one day being the cause of that beautiful smile of hers, to be the cause of her melodic laughter, to just make her happy. He’s done some pretty risky things, he’s fought people who wanted to destroy him, he’s saved countless lives, but going up to the girl he so desperately admired? He could never. 

His daydreams would just have to stay daydreams.

The bell had just rang signaling lunchtime, he was in no rush to go to the cafeteria. His friend, Ned, was absent today and he had nobody to talk to. He walked slowly, dragging his feet. When he walks by the music room and hears the sound of a piano playing. 

Naturally, he was curious as to who was playing the piano so beautifully so he slowly opened the door to the music room. There, sitting on the bench of the large sleek black piano sat Y/N singing and playing a song that he recognized as ‘Ordinary People’ by John Legend.

We’re just ordinary people

We don’t know which way to go

Cause we’re ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow

Her eyes closed as she sang, her fingers sliding over the keys so effortlessly. Her voice like silk in the wind, it made him feel a certain peace that he only felt while swinging through the city that he so valiantly protected. Undeliberately, he closed his eyes leaning on the frame of the doorway, being completely enthralled by the girl’s dulcet tone.

He was so engaged in her singing and playing that he wasn’t aware of the fact that Y/N had stopped playing when she realized that there was someone else in the room. 

“Peter?” She says.

Her voice startles him, his eyes jerk open and he’s suddenly thinking of ways to get out of the situation without embarrassing himself any further. 

“I’m s-sorry, I was j-just listening, I didn’t mean to- I’ll leave,” he managed to stutter out his words. 

In that moment he wanted to curl up in a ball and die, or maybe cry himself to death, anything was better than enduring this embarrassment. 

“No it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she assures him with a gentle smile, his heart might’ve escaped his chest by how fast it was beating. 

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, stay.”

His cheeks flushed pink when his name left her lips. 

“You know my name?” He asked, she looked at him weirdly. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re one of the few people who don’t ask to copy my homework,” she chuckles, the ends of her lips tilting upwards at her joke. 

He couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to him, he wanted to pinch himself but decided against it. If it was a dream, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up. 

Y/N slid to the left of the bench and pat the space next to her, signaling that she wanted him to sit next to her. He hesitated, but when he saw her waiting for him to sit he inched over to the bench and with minimal hesitation planted himself next to the beautiful girl.

She looked at him with wonder, she had always found him cute. 

She kind of suspected the fact that he had a crush on her. Whenever he’d be looking at her, she’d feel eyes on her, she’d turn to look and he’d turn away. It was more than obvious. 

He would get flustered around every girl, but around her is a completely different story. When he’s around her he can barely think let alone talk. She tried to ask him something once and he couldn’t even make eye contact afraid that she’d see the love in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks. 

She thought it was adorable. She thought he was adorable.

He watched her fingers dance on the keys, her eyes closed and lips singing a song.

“Do you play?” She asked him, it took him a few seconds to realize that she was asking him something. 

He snapped out of his daze, “W-what?”

She giggled. Peter’s heart fluttered at the sound. 

“The piano. Do you know how to play it?” Her lips curled up into a warm smile, and Peter could feel his sanity melting away at how much he loved this girl. 

“No, I don’t,” he mumbled, feeling almost ashamed that he didn’t play the instrument. 

“Perfect. Mind if I teach you a few things?” She asks giving him a questioning look, he shook his head. 

“No, not at all.”

She cracked her knuckles and positioned her fingers over the keys, clearing her throat before beginning to play. 

I’m just a little bit

Caught in the middle

Life is a maze

And love is a riddle

I don’t know where to go

Can’t do it alone, I’ve tried

And I don’t know why

She sang so beautifully. The song was different than the last one, this one was more upbeat and showtune-like. But he just couldn’t help but smile. It seemed as if that whenever she’d start to play, a smile would automatically replace the expression she had before. He loved that. 

Slow it down, make it stop

Or else my heart is going to pop

Cause it’s too much, yeah it’s a lot

To be something I’m not

I’m a fool out of love

Cause I just can’t get enough

She stopped, she genuinely wanted to show him a few things. She wanted to share her favorite hobby with the boy infatuated with her. They both knew that he’d never actually learn how to fully play the instrument, but it was worth a try. 

She talked him through the names of the keys, and other basics. He hung on to every word she said because she’d never talked to him this much, and he loved hearing her soothing voice. 

They’d joke around as Peter continuously messed up.

He had never talked to her as much as he was now, and she loved hearing him speak just as much as he loved her hearing her speak. 

They both played different keys on opposite sides and laughing at the discordant sounds, but when their fingers accidentally touched in the middle, she finally sees him from a new perspective. 

They turn to glance at each other, but their stares stay. She’s, for once, able to look at him. His features, how fluffy his hair looked up close, his pouty pink lips, his wonderful chocolate brown eyes. They were so close that Peter was afraid she could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

‘God, he’s attractive,’ she thought. 

He couldn’t help the thoughts penetrating his mind, she was just so beautiful. He decided to make a move. 

He was ready to say something, to confess his love.

But the bell rang. 

With hesitation, she moved her hand from his and stood up grabbing her belongings. His lips contorted into a frown.

She turned to him, “Come on, don’t wanna be late to class now, do we?” She grinned. 

She waits for him and they walk out of the music room. Together. 


A/N: alright I know the ending sucked major testicles, I’m sorry, but it was cute. Right?

Park Jihoon Hufflepuff AU

  • park jihoon is a hufflepuff and you’re a slytherin
  • (i’m a sucker for huflepuff/slytherin relationshipslmao)
  • you two are in the same year but you’ve never really talked
  • he’s fairly popular in your year, given his good looks, charm and kindness
  • as a slytherin people expect you to be really into potions
  • but your enthusiasm actually lies in care of magical creatures
  • normally you’re only allowed to have an owl/toad/cat as a pet, but you have a bowtruckle that you saved from being sold illegally in knockturn alley
  • anyways, the care of magical creatures professor obviously loves you and you help them out to prep for class and such
  • and so when the professor tells you about this student who’s failing miserably despite trying hard, you agree to tutor him
  • it’s park jihoon!
  • he’s a bit intimidated of you when you first meet him
  • you’re a slytherin, and the professor also bragged to jihoon about how smart you were
  • and he’s taking his books out of his backpack when he sees the little bowtruckle peeking out of your collar
  • and he thinks it’s the most adorable thing on this planet
  • i mean he’s not wrong
  • the tutoring sessions initially begin with you just reviewing the written stuff
  • like creature names/class/families etc.
  • but then he confesses that it’s actually not the written part that he struggles with, it’s being w the creatures and interacting with them
  • so with the permission of the professor, you guys go down to the area where a lot of the creatures are kept and just kind of chill with them so that jihoon gets more comfortable
  • he really likes mooncalves and puffskeins
  • (cuz theyre cute lol)
  • while you guys spend time with the creatures he tells you that he was actually pretty surprised that you were so into care of magical creatures
  • but you’re actually really into magizoology and want to pursue it in the future and he thinks that’s really cool
  • you guys aren’t that old, so he hasn’t really started thinking about what he wants to do with his life
  • even after he starts doing better in care of magical creatures, he still meets with you to help you feed the creatures and check up on them
  • it becomes a weekly occurrence for the two of you to meet up and help the professor out
  • her two new favorite students lol
  • for your birthday jihoon buys you a pygmy puff from weasley’s wizarding wheezes
  • it was a “defective” one since it wasn’t pink/purple and that’s the color they’re supposed to be, but jihoon got it for you since he knew you wouldn’t mind
  • you decide to name it jeojang because jihoon won’t stop doing that stupid aegyo and you decide to tease him about it
  • “(y/n), that’s not even a real name”
  • “then stop doing aegyo!”
  • he’ll see you playing with jeojang at breakfast in the great hall and squeeze in next to you
  • and steal some of your toast
  • out of all the people, you really didn’t expect to become friends with park jihoon
  • but as your meetings down by the creatures continues you realize that maybe you like him as more than a friend?
  • never one for holding back, you just bluntly tell him
  • and he kind of looks up at you from the niffler that he was feeding in surprise
  • “(y/n)… you know i’ve liked you since like second-year, right?”
  • “what”
  • turns out you’re really oblivious to when people flirt with you because jihoon’s been trying to drop signals for YEARS
  • he likes plants and you like animals youre the perfect combo
  • cute dates by the great lake feeding the giant squid
  • and you bring him into the slytherin dorms occasionally to look up at the great lake through the glass (since the slytherin dorms are underneath the great lake)
  • he’s so nice and charming that your dormmates don’t mind leaving for a bit so that the two of you can spend some time alone together
  • he’s just so sweet ahgruwnjsdv
  • would be super proud of your accomplishments
  • “that’s my baby, number 1 in care of magical creatures!”
  • “jihoon, be quiet!”
  • going for rides on thestrals and him freaking out about not being able to see them
  • but you got over that a long time ago so it doesn’t freak you out
  • yall are just a cute cuddly couple

anonymous asked:

Guuuuurl, your Headcanons are... SOME GOOD SHIT LIKE AHHHH YOU ARE GOALS~! Anyway Lololol How would the RFA members react to the MC wearing their clothes??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Author’s note: omGGGG thank you so much!!!!! enjoy ;)

Yoosung

  • you probably had to change bc the poor child spilled coffee on your shirt
  • when you walked out in his “LOLOL is not just a game, it’s a way of LIFE” shirt he spit out his drink
  • honestly he would just stare at you as you walked over to him
  • before you could ever say a word he was PULL you on to his lap
  • “You can keep that shirt, it looks much better on you.”

Zen

  • it was was a really bad idea to walk to Zen’s in the rain
  • so when you went into his house he INSISTED you change and kept on going on and on about how you could catch a cold
  • as soon as you walked out in one of his big t-shirts and a clean pair of his boxers on he almost fainted
  • no I’m not kidding he had to sit down
  • when you walked over to him to ask if he was okay he stood up and kissed you
  • like
  • kissed you
  • -he could not contain the beast within

Jaehee

  • there goes her self esteem
  • like you looked so beautful in her skirt she couldn’t help but smile
  • she just has to kiss you
  • she needs to kiss you
  • you’re just sO DAMN PRETTY 
  • “You look… flawless.”

Jumin

  • since he was late coming home from work AGAIN you decided to try on one of his button downs
  • you were gonna put on his pants too and pretend to be him when his bedroom door opened
  • you turned around to see Jumin smirking anD OH GOD HIS SMIRK
  • he slowly walked over to you and kissed you on the lips
  • when you two parted you picked up your shirt to change back
  • “Keep it on… ” was all he said before leaving the room
  • at first you were like ??? but then you also knew there were some fun things planned for you ahead ;)))

707

  • he dead
  • you walked out in just underwear and his zipped up jacket
  • and he dead
  • like his face is so red
  • his glasses have disintegrated
  • to save the moment he takes a picture just for himself and no one else
  • he tried to come up with something clever bUT OH GOD HE’S NOT EVEN SAYING REAL WORDS
  • “Y-you, icantspeak. I-I mean t-that isjustwow”