aw honey i hate to tell you there were times you looked way worse than this

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here l Shawn Mendes Imagine

prompt: (y/n) and Shawn decide to end their relationship and Aaliyah is there for her brother.

Originally posted by bookswift

Shawn liked driving.

It was like he could forget about everything while driving and listening to his favorite tunes, whether it was a cloudy day listening to John Mayer or a perfect sunny day where he turned on the volume at its max and didn’t give a crap about what was going on outside the doors of his Jeep.

But this time was different; the inside of his car was eerily quiet, the only audible thing was his breaths. It didn’t feel like he was actually driving, his eyes couldn’t process the streets or the lights flashing in front of him.

All that was in his mind was tears, yelling and the awful feeling of his heart breaking.

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Run Out On Me (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Author’s note: Hiya! Welcome to my writing blog! I hope you enjoy this story <3

Warning(s): Swearing, angst, mentions of the nasty, mentions of abortion.



Your hands trembled as you sat on the edge of the bath tub, your hair had fallen over your face as you stared at your knees, breathing fast and hard. Your bare feet rested on the tile of the bathroom floor, cooling your body.

Anxious. That’s how you felt.

These next five minutes could change your life forever. But were you ready for this change? You were young, freshly engaged and ready to explore the world. Whatever the result of this pregnancy test was, it could make or break these plans or even worse. Your relationship.

You and Peter had met at the X-mansion, during the apocalypse. He’d rescued you (and of course the others) from the building that was about to explode, and you both had been infatuated with one another ever since. The pair of you told each other everything, you shared with him how your mutation cost you, love and friendship whilst he told about his father, Erik.

You first knew that you loved Peter when you’d slowed down time just to steal a kiss from him, and how he practically skidded to a stop and crashed into Kurt, making a mess of the library. It was only after he’d gazed after you dreamily
,as you walked away, that you realised you were in love with the big goof but of course you’d never tell him so. You wanted to do it romantically.

Although your romantic confessions hadn’t exactly been ideal, it was still everything you could have wanted. During a mission, one day, you had screamed out that you loved him after Peter almost had himself killed (along with half the team, let’s be real) but nothing like a near death experience to bring two people together, am I right?

Even after all these years, your love for Peter burned as bright as it did when you first got together. Although you didn’t really verbally expresses your love for one another often, you knew in your heart and mind that Peter loved you more than anything in the world (even more than his twinkies) and despite how insecure Peter could get (even after 5 years of being together) you promised him you’d never leave and you hoped he would do the same.

You gasped as the timer beeped, sending shrill sounds through your body, only increasing your nerves. Shaking hands reached for the small stick that rested on the ledge of the bathroom sink. You screwed your eyes shut and took a deep breath as you let the pregnancy test rest in your lap.

‘Whatever happens, happens, Peter will always love you’

Cautiously, you peaked open an eye to gaze down at the stick in your lap. That’s when you felt your stomach drop and the world around you spin. You dropped the test as your vision begun to blur, salty tears streamed down your face as the image burned itself into your mind.

‘Positive’




You smiled sadly as you stirred the pasta, boiling away in the pot. Gently, you rested a hand on your stomach, thinking of the life you were going to bring into this world. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing? Maybe this was the world telling you that it was time to slow down? You and Peter had always taken the fast lane with things, that’s just how you lived, how *he* lived. It was time to do things your way for a change.

Feeling a lot brighter, you happily skipped to your China closet, pulling out your best dishes for the dinner you had made tonight. Carefully, you set them out on the table, along with an extra plate for the pasta and bowl for the bolognese. You dished out the two components of the meal before heading over to the sink to wash the pots and pans before Peter came home.

“Honey I’m home!” A voice called out from the front door, presumably Peter’s, you grinned to yourself as you washed the last utensil, before rinsing it and leaving it on the draining board. You turned around just in time to face Peter, who left a quick kiss on your lips before speeding over to the table and dishing out his food at light speed.

“Hey Pete” you gushed at your fiancé, you walked over to the table before pulling out a chair and taking a seat, opting to share out your own food. “Good day?”

The silver-haired man gulped down his food, spaghetti sauce painting his pale cheeks, you let out a laugh, leaning over the table and swiping your thumb over the stain before licking it off and returning to sharing out your own meal. “You betcha”

Peter winked at you as you felt a crimson blush rise up on your cheeks. “What about you?”

You shrugged, putting down your fork. “It was…a day”

“Mhmm”

You rolled your eyes at your husband, as he scarfed down his food. You admired him as he did so, and although he looked like a dog that was having his first meal in months, you still couldn’t help but feel like you were falling in love with him all over again. A small smile graced your lips as Peter’s eyes looked up to meet your own. ‘Maybe I should tell him?’

“What’s got you lookin’ all dreamy like?” Peter asked, with a small smirk. You blinked, shaking your head. “Aw c'mon sweets! Don’t be like that, I mean I know I’m good looking but there must be something else that’s up”

You snorted, sending both you and your fiancé into a fit of giggles. You admired the way little crinkles would form where his smile reached his eyes, and how those dark chocolatey orbs would light up as laughed. You sighed happily once you’d both calmed down, Peter returned his gaze to you, his dark eyes searching your own. “Seriously, what’s going on love?”

You smiled. “Well I found something out today”

Peter leaned back in his chair. “Did you now?”

You looked down shyly at your food and begun pushing it around with your fork. You nodded slowly, smiling timidly. “Mhm”

Within an instant Peter was by your side, crouching beside your chair, face inches away from yours. “You wanna tell me what it is?”

Peter hated waiting, you knew that for a fact, and you were too excited to keep the guessing game up any longer. You grinned at your soon to be husband, eyes locking with his, making you feel safe and secure.

“I’m pregnant”

As soon as you uttered those words, you regretted everything. Peter’s grin had dropped, his face drained of colour and a sinking feeling had swept over you. He didn’t look excited, nor happy, nor surprised.

He looked broken.

“W-what?” He whispered, his voice low and uneven. Your own smile dropped, and suddenly you felt like your whole world had come crashing down. You swallowed the lump growing in your throat and tried to suppress the nauseous feeling that was swimming around in your stomach.

“I-I’m pregnant” you tried again, looking him directly in the eye this time. It was as if you were looking for something, Approval? Love? Security?

Peter shook his head, his silver locks bouncing as he backed away from you. A panicked expression had swept over his face whilst his pale hands weaved their way into his hair, gripping his locks and pulling them. “Peter…”

“N-no… t-this can’t be happening” he whispered, pacing around the room at lightening speed. Watching him zip back and forth was making you light headed, with a wave of your hands you’d managed to slow down time just enough to see him. You took a deep breath and looked up at him with watery eyes.

“Peter please…”

“We never… we haven’t-how? We were… y'know?”

Although he wasn’t making full sentences, you knew what he was trying to say. “Remember, our anniversary a few weeks back… when you proposed?”

The panic returned to his eyes and he begun to pace and time had sped up again. “Shit, shit, shit” he cursed, still running about. You couldn’t help but watch hopelessly, as involuntary tears slipped down your soft cheeks, your vision of a happy family shattered. How could you ever think that he’d want this? You desperately wanted this scene to end, throw it to the back of your mind and act like it didn’t happen. You wanted the reassurance that you would get through this, together, but you knew now that wasn’t going to happen.

“Peter god dammit, will you fucking stand still?” you yelled out, rising from your seat. The brown eyed man stilled so he was directly in front of you, his face pale with fear etched into every feature. You cupped his face as he leant into your touch, his dark brown hues were searching yours. “Like it or not Pete, we’re having this baby-”

“We are?” He interrupted. You stared at him incredulously, pulling away from him embrace, surely he didn’t expect you to…

You backed away from him. “What are you saying Peter?’’

He looked down at his feet, one of his legs bouncing wildly as he twiddled with his thumbs. “I-I mean can’t you… get rid of it?”

In that moment you felt a white hot fury rip through you. How could he say such a thing? How could he want to destroy a precious yet unborn life? How could he want to destroy something that was a piece of him? You clenched your fists to refrain from punching your fiancé in his face. You screwed your eyes shut in hopes to prevent angry tears from escaping.

All the while Peter watched you clench and unclench your fists, he knew he’d fucked up, he knew he’d hurt you. He loved you, fucking hell he did, but there was a constant sense of insecurity that prevented him from enjoying the situation, he was scared beyond belief but he couldn’t bring himself to be happy. He hated himself for being the reason that caused you such anger, such pain and hurt, but he couldn’t go through with this, he wouldn’t want the life he had for his child.

Your body shook with rage, as you struggled to comprehend what Peter had just asked you. “Fuck you Peter” you whispered, eyes still closed. “Fuck you for thinking that I’d ever get rid of our child. Something we both helped to create. I love you and I can promise you that I’ll love this baby.”

Peter sighed and ran a hand through his silver locks. He knew this next move would break you more than it did him, but he had to do it, for you and your baby. “Then I can’t stay”

“What?”

“I can’t stay, I can’t be the father you want me to be… I can’t… I’m sorry”

You could see his eyes glaze over, this wasn’t your Peter, not the one you loved. You tried to move forward and reach for him but he only backed away. “Peter please don’t do this, you know I love you, you know we can do this. I-I know you’re scared, hell, I am too but we love each other and that should be enough. This will be a first for me and you, another step we’ll have to take on our lives but we can do this together-”

“(Y/N) please, you’ll only make this harder” he whispered.

You felt the anger and hurt bubbling up in you again. He promised he’d never do this to you, he promised he loved you and right now he was breaking all these promises. “So what are you gonna do?” You snapped, tears falling freely. “Are you gonna run out me like he ran out on you? Are you really going to be everything your father was to you, to our child?”

But all you felt was a gust of wind in response, he was gone and he was never coming back.

Cute  [ i ]

h2ovanoss fic - pastel!punk! highschool au 
warnings: language, shitty humour, mentioned!zeroyalchaos
4756 words
part one

1.

Jonathon loved the idea of “cute”. It was just a word, a short adjective to define something or someone that was pleasantly attractive, often small, often capable of eliciting high-pitched sounds from people, commonly an “aww” of some sort. Some globally “cute” things were: children (especially babies), animals (especially babies), colours like pinks, blues and yellows, fluffy things, toys (especially toy animals with big eyes), etc. There were a lot of cute things in the world and Jon was a sucker for cute things.

He especially loved to look cute, and be called cute. He was fortunate (for that reason) because of his big blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. People would point them out a lot; “Your eyes are so pretty!” and “Wow, you’re eyes are so big.” It was what drew attention when people looked at him and he didn’t mind it – he liked them too.

What he loved especially was cute clothing. Each day he tried to find something colourful and cute to wear. He felt most comfortable with himself when wearing colours; quite opposite to most teens who wore black, and played guitar, and didn’t wear colours because everyone these days was having an emo phase. He liked the concept of dark clothing, and piercings, and tattoos, but also knew they weren’t his style. It was predictable, unoriginal and it never looked good on him.

He stuck with cute.

Jonathon’s baby blues danced with indecision, his face up close to the mirror as he inspected his hair. His thin fingers fiddled with the lengthy strands of dark chocolate, pulling them down and pushing them back over his face. Nestled on the top sat the focus of his uncertainty: a flower crown. Little fake roses with alternatively pink and yellow colouring threaded onto a halo which sat like a crown.

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Sun & Moon

a/n: This initially was my entry for the “Lyrical Writings for the Soul” event butttt I didn’t have time to finish by the date so it’s just a normal song fic! The whole rich girl loves poor boy story kind of reminds me of Pretty In Pink but the other way around lol. I absolutely adored this song and I was already feeling inspired to make a story based on Sun & Moon.

summary: You and Hyungwon were from different sides of town but that didn’t stop you two from falling in love.

Originally posted by monstalways

song: Sun & Moon by NCT 127

pairing: Hyungwon x Fem reader

genre: fluff w/ a little bit of angst or the other way around

word count: 6,627

warnings: fluff, slight angst, cursing, greasy+controlling! Chanyeol, Boyfriend! Hyungwon is that even a warning

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this is gonna be a long one, strap in y’all -Madi

God, hit me straight on by trinaizmy (15/? | 116413 | Explicit)

Josh is the star of his high school’s basketball team- until the new kid moves in. But that’s okay, Josh likes the competition. Thing is, so does the new kid.

Message Man by fairlyfloral (22/? | 67768 | Mature)

tyler is a youtuber, who never shows his face to the camera. videos and photos are his way to scream at everything surrounding him. his fanbase isn’t big, but there are many people, who want to know about him more. he never answers any question asked towards him. he wants to be a different and mysterious one.

tyler is a stalker.
josh doesn’t know tyler exists.

use discretion.

Under the Covers by liliesandstags (28/? | 50977 | Mature)

They had a foolproof plan in place:
Argue. Wait to be alone. Make out.

The rules were just as simple:
Don’t make it serious. Don’t tell anyone. (and most importantly)
DO NOT GET CAUGHT.

We Could Feel This Quiet With Each Other by snowfallen (3/3 | 38584 | Mature)

“Can… Can you talk slower?”

Does this guy need a hearing aid or something?

“I asked,” Tyler spoke mockingly slow, “if you’re deaf.”

Josh raised an eyebrow and stood up from his seat, only being an inch taller than Tyler, yet more intimidating somehow. He squinted his eyes as he looked down at Tyler, “If you’d really like to know, I am. I wear earbuds all the time so people like you won’t talk to me, because if I don’t and they talk to me, and I don’t answer them, they get all pissy, just like you.”

You’ve been acting awful tough lately by nophundun (14/14 | 34221 | Teen and Up)

Tyler and Josh hadn’t spoken since the summer after eighth grade. That was when Tyler got a girlfriend, Jenna. He started spending more time with Jenna and the basketball dicks. They talked less and less, Tyler was blowing him off more and more. When school finally started up again, Tyler has turned into one of those basketball dicks, but worse.

you belong to me (you must obey me) by maxmorwen (16/16 | 19435 | Not Rated)

hating someone more than Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun hate each other is not possible.

but what are those strange feelings they get?

somebody catch my breath by nutelladownpour (9/9 | 17573 | Mature)

Tyler didn’t belong in Sick Minds. Sick Minds was for druggies and nut cases, not a 17 year old boy with a promising future in basketball and a loving family. He shouldn’t be locked up just because he gets sad sometimes.

Hole by edy (1/1 | 13031 | Mature)

“I swear to fucking God, Tyler,” he yells at the top of his lungs, from his own apartment. His voice is loud and right above Tyler’s head. “If I have to smell this shit wafting through the air vents for one more day, I’m gonna fucking report you.”

somebody catch my breath by BlackCarousel, joshsdrumsticks (8/? | 12871 | Not Rated)

Josh had thought that he had gotten over the strong feeling of hatred toward the captain of the basketball team, general slacker and overly cocky boy that was Tyler Joseph, but evidently not.

i miss missing you now and then by snowfallen (1/1 | 12682 | Mature)

He can feel his mom glaring and shaking her head. Must be a relation thing, “Honey, you two are grown men now. I would expect you both to be civil, and you can even bring Pete,” She sighs. Tyler bets she regrets inviting Pete.

“Oh, I’m plenty civil. But Josh? Nuh uh. Who stayed in every school night and studied and did not go to parties to get high and drunk? Not Josh, that’s for sure!” Tyler argues.

Or, Tyler and Josh are old friends who hate each other until they make up over a summer trip to Sydney, Australia.

They’re coming down the hall by tjstar (1/1 | 10950 | Mature)

Josh buys a house on the outskirts of Columbus, which turns out to be full of dark secrets. To prove he’s not insane, Josh starts a video blog about the paranormal events happening in his new place. One day, he gets a comment from TylerTheSkeptic channel which reads: ‘This is fake.’

Josh has never been more disappointed.

umm… ¿qué? by pretttysounds (4/4 | 10433 | Teen and Up)

In which Tyler is really good at Spanish, and Josh is… not.

Live or Die Like C'est la Vie by Basttop (3/? | 7010 | Mature)

Josh Dun is a hitman, a very good one that is. He never has gotten close to being caught, or getting killed himself. Enter Tyler Joseph, Josh’s latest target and the most handsome man he has ever seen.

Tyler Joseph is also a hitman, who just found out his last target was killed by someone else. And Tyler was kind of angry about that.

and i swear, i couldn’t wait to get you off my chest bysnowfallen (1/1 | 6659 | Teen and Up)

The guy looks over to Josh, grimacing and hopping off the counter when Josh walks over, “You’re a new face, hello,” Josh greets with a smile. He tries not to frown when the brunet raises an eyebrow, clearly not impressed with anything, “I’m Josh,” He finishes.

“Good for you,” The guy says, turning his back to Josh and pulls the laughing ginger with him out of the kitchen. Josh chugs down his beer and throws the bottle into the trash, shaking his head with a glare. How rude.

Or, Josh is part of a fraternity and Tyler does not like frat boys at all.

Did You Get More Blood On The Floor? by CherryBombb (6/? | 6047 | Not Rated)

Two parents accidentally pledge their first born child off to two different witches. As a compromise, the two witches (warlocks, as they keep correcting) decide to raise the child together. Raise is maybe the wrong word though, as one of them (Tyler) doesn’t know that babies aren’t fireproof.

Shades of Purple by franticatlantic (1/1 | 5472 | Explicit)

Tyler is an artist. Josh is an artist. Tyler hates Josh.

‘cause you’re in my head (even if you want me dead) bypeterandhispirate (1/1 | 5137 | Teen and Up)

Tyler sure loves to kick Josh’s ass.

get down on your knees and tell me you love me by snowfallen (1/1 | 4570 | Mature)

When he comes back with a coffee, Josh takes it instantly and sips it, “Is this caramel?” He cringes. Tyler nods slowly, perking an eyebrow in confusion, “I hate caramel. I wanted a mocha. Go get me a mocha,” He orders.

“I literally just got back from there, and spent company money on that, and you complain about it because it’s caramel?” Tyler scoffs.

Josh furrows his eyebrows, walking over to the trash can and dropping the coffee into the bin. Tyler huffs while Josh snickers, “Mocha, now, and maybe you could get something for yourself too; since whatever you bought drenched my shirt.”

Or, Tyler gets a new job as an assistant at a huge publishing company, and he doesn’t make a good first impression on the boss’ son.

oh, fuck, are you (okay?) by peterandhispirate (1/1 | 3922 | Teen and Up)

All great romances start with hitting someone in the face with a door.

stop being such a (dick) by peterandhispirate (1/1 | 3539 | Teen and Up)

The last thing Josh wanted was to get involved with Tyler Joseph or his snapback-wearing buddies.

But here we are.

Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous by olgushka (1/? | 3524 | Teen and Up)

Tyler is a famous musician. Josh is a desperate paparazzo.

I’m in love with Judas by Dun_with_Life (1/1 | 3026 | Teen and Up)

Josh and Tyler both belong to Biker gangs but one drink could change their outlook on each other completely

hey, asthma boy! by peterandhispirate (1/1 | 1875 | Teen and Up)

Josh was about this close to bruising his knuckles on Tyler Joseph’s smug, pretty face.

But he didn’t like punching people, so he’d have to resort to different tactics.

odi by Area50Dun (1/1 | 1793 | Explicit)

Tyler smirked. “Why? Is Joshie gonna cry?” He said in a baby voice, his bottom lip coming out into a pout. Tyler’s tongue was sharp. So sharp he once brought Josh to tears, and he never let Josh forget it.

Or the one where they hate each other, fight then fuck.

Little Game by orphan_account (1/1 | 1758 | Not Rated)

5 times Tyler and Josh acted like they hated each other and the 1 time they gave up the act

better take it back, joseph by peterandhispirate (1/1 | 1423 | Teen and Up)

Needless to say, Josh wasn’t pleased; he gnashed his teeth and narrowed his eyes and fucking growled, because why did Tyler Joseph, of all people, think he had the audacity to say that?

Going Down by edy (1/1 | 836 | Mature)

hey asshole, Tyler texts him, because that’s how you talk to your arch nemesis. meet me at my house. you’re going down tonight.

Fuck no, Josh replies, come to my house, asshole.

fuck you, Tyler says, i’ll be there.

The Signs as Panic! At the Disco Songs + Lyrics

*Check Sun, Moon, and Venus (A lot of P!ATD songs are lovey-dovey and emotional)

ARIES-   “This Is Gospel”
♫ This is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber, assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories ♫
Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven’t seen the best of us yet ♫
♫ Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world and bury me alive
‘Cause I won’t give up without a fight ♫

♫ If you love me let me go  ‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart and truth be told, I never was yours ♫

TAURUS-  “Nine in the Afternoon”
♫ Back to the street where we began.  Feeling as good as lovers can, you know ♫
And your eyes are the size of the moon.  You could ‘cause you can so you do ♫
♫ We’re feeling so good Just the way that we do. When it’s nine in the afternoon ♫

GEMINI-  “There’s a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet”
♫ When you’re in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan. ♫
I’m the new cancer, never looked better, you can’t stand it. Because you say so under your breath. You’re reading lips “When did he get all confident?” ♫
♫Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.And keep telling yourself that ”I’m a diva!“♫
♫ I know it just doesn’t feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. ♫

CANCER-  “Northern Downpour”
♫ For diamonds do appear to be… just like broken glass to me ♫
You clicked your heels and wished for me ♫ 
♫ Hey moon, please forget to fall down.  Hey moon, don’t you go down ♫ 

LEO-  “New Perspective”
♫ Can we fast-forward to go down on me?♫
Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine ♫
♫ Stop there and let me correct it.I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face.  And I’ll admire your expensive taste ♫

VIRGO-  “C’mon”
♫ Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole
Falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone ♫
When I am ten feet tall I’ve never felt much smaller, since the fall
Nobody seems to know my name ♫
♫ C’mon, c’mon, with everything falling down around me.
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities ♫ 
Try not to mistake what you have with what you hate ♫ 

LIBRA-  “That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)”
♫ So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.  ♫
Everybody gets there and everybody gets their, and everybody gets their way.
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,
Now I’m the only one to blame. ♫
♫ Things have changed for me, and that’s okay. I feel the same, I’m on my way ♫

SCORPIO- “Nicotine”
♫ Cross my heart and hope to die.  Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back.  I’m going numb, I’ve been hijacked ♫
♫ I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you.  
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do ♫ 
♫ It’s better to burn than to fade away.  It’s better to leave than to be replaced ♫ 
♫ Yeah, you’re worse than nicotine. ♫ 

SAGITTARIUS-  “Miss Jackson”
♫ Climbing out the back door, didn’t leave a mark.  No one knows it’s you Miss Jackson.  Found another victim But no one’s gonna find Miss Jackson♫
Kiss the ring and let 'em bow down.  Looking for the time of your life ♫
♫ Way down 'til the fire finally dies out.  You’ve got 'em wrapped around your finger
Watch 'em fall down.  There’s something beautiful and tragic in the fall out ♫

CAPRICORN-  “Girl That You Love”
♫ Drop every pretense.  Drown every sense you own
For the girl that you love, Girl you loathe ♫
Denominations.  Surrender all control. To the girl that you love, All control ♫
♫ The girl that you love, Girl that you love, Girl that you love, Knows you don’t ♫

AQUARIUS-  “The Ballad of Mona Lisa”
♫ A lonely speaker in a conversation. 
Her words were swimming through his ears again ♫
Say what you mean. Tell me I’m right. And let the sun rain down on me.
Give me a sign. I want to believe ♫
And if she had the proper words to say,  She would tell him
But she’d have nothing left to sell him
♫ Whoa, Mona Lisa, You’re guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa, I’d pay to see you frown ♫

PISCES-  “Collar Full”
♫ I’ve got a collar full of chemistry from your company ♫
Oh show me your love, your love. Gimme more but it’s not enough ♫
♫ 'Cause there’s always time for second guesses I don’t wanna know
If you’re gonna be the death of me, that’s how I wanna go ♫

The Impossibility Is In Your Taste

It is the wonderful @konekat bday today <3 And seeing as I love her with all my heart, I had to write her a gift! It isn’t much, I should’ve done better, more, but either way I hope you like it honey!! Love you~~ Happy bday my love ^^

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The Impossibility Is In Your Taste

The world was strange and magical, with villains and superheroes, and also amazingly so, soulmates. It was hard finding the person you’re meant to be with, you were either really lucky or you’d have to search the world for them. After all, the only proof you were tied together was taste. It was always odd, tasting coffee on your lips when you were drinking tea, or chocolate on your tongue while biting your pen, lost in thought.

How many times had Marinette seen a fated couple meet each other in her parents bakery? Frantically searching for that sweet taste of her father’s macaroons, or his crunchy croissants, and sweet cakes, in order to find their one and true love. It was amazing; when they finally met, it was simply breathtaking - lots of tears, and kisses, and promises of eternal love.

Not everything was sunshine and roses though, people taking the magic for granted without trying to make the relationship work. Or a couple loving each other, knowing full well they weren’t soulmates but still incredibly happy, only for one of them to find their one and only, and everything ending with broken hearts and painful scars.

Waiting for happiness in the form of someone who might be real, but you may never meet, was silly. Marinette thought soulmates were wonderfully romantic, but near impossible to attain, which was why she never ate in front of anyone but her parents. She already loved someone, and she wasn’t going to let some dumb magic ruin it for her, with the awful truth of him not being her soulmate.

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Not My Steve

WORD COUNT: 2007
WARNINGS: A little fluffy, a little angst
PAIRINGS: Steve x Reader

NOT MY STEVE

1942, Brooklyn, NY. You live in a small apartment in the city with your boyfriend Steve Rogers. He’s shorter than most men (but still a little bit taller than you), super skinny, prone to health issues, you don’t care though because you love him so much. The only thing that ever worries you is when he comes home with a black eye or split lip from getting into another fight because he was standing up to yet another bully.

It doesn’t stop you from getting mad at him for getting hurt or even getting mad at his best friend, Bucky, for letting him get hurt. Secretly though, you don’t mind. It gives you an excuse to take care of him in a way only you can, and to keep your nursing skills strong. You love that Steve stands up for the things he believes in.

You and Steve go out almost every Friday and Saturday night with Bucky and whoever happens to be his current Girl of the Week.  You are always a bit hesitant to meet any of Bucky’s girls. They were usually pretty nice to you but they always were rude and obnoxious to Steve. You were also pretty good at keeping your mouth shut about how you really felt about them. If only for the sake of Bucky and Steve.

Going out with Bucky was always an adventure. Usually it meant going out for dinner, or dancing, or even head to Coney Island for some fun at the amusement park. Tonight though was special, Bucky was taking everyone out to see an exhibition of future technologies before going out dancing.

“Finally you two show up”, Bucky says excitedly, He grabs a blonde wearing a simple blue dress by the hand and pulls her over to where you’re standing. “I want you to meet the new girl in my life. Dotty, these are the friends I was telling you about. This is greatest guy in the whole world and my best friend, Steve and his girl, who happens to be pretty amazing herself, Y/N.”

You and Steve both smile politely and you manage a quick, “Hi.”

She smiles back at you and gives Steve an almost disgusted look. Steve’s smile fades and he looks away. You notice this and your smile quickly turns to a scowl. You hated it when people were rude to Steve, especially to his face. You know he doesn’t need you to defend him, but sometimes you can’t help but be a little protective of him.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em don’t you, Buck?” you state coldly.

Dotty gets all defensive, “Excuse me?!”

Bucky turns to Dotty, “Hey, Doll, why don’t we try and get as close to the stage as we can before it really starts to fill up, what do you say?”

Dotty replies, “Sure thing, Bucky.”

Bucky and Dotty walk ahead to the first exhibit Howard Stark and his Car of the Future. Bucky makes sure to save some room for you and Steve.

“You know you should be nicer to the girls, Bucky sees.”

“Why should I when they’re so blatantly rude to you? I hate it.”

“That’s why. You’re better than that. I don’t want you to lose that.” Steve says with a kiss gentle kiss.

His kisses always make you swoon. You wrap your arms around his and the two of you go and join Bucky and his date. The four of you watch in awe as Howard Stark talks about everyone in the future will have a flying car. He unveils a prototype of the first ever flying car. The entire audience ‘ohhs’ and “ahhs” at the site of it. Everyone gets even more excited when he does, in fact, make it fly. Though, it doesn’t last long. Sparks start to come from the tires and then crashes to the ground.

“Well, I did say in the future.” Stark jokes.

After the Stark exhibit the four of you walks around for a bit and end up walking past an enlistment building. Steve stops and stares inside. You and Bucky exchange worried glances, both knowing what’s about to happen and knowing there’s no stopping it.

“Another enlistment form, Steve?” Bucky asks.

“Steve?” You say, more upset than angry.

“Where are you saying you’re from this time? Buffalo? You do know it’s illegal to lie on these things, right?”

“What?” Steve’s tone is slightly flustered.

“Honey, if you keep this up you could end up in jail or worse.”

“Yeah, they might actually take you.” Bucky adds. You elbow him in the stomach, “Sorry, Y/N, but it’s true.”

“Bucky’s enlisted, and you do your part at the hospitals. I have no right to want to do any less.”

“What if they do take you? What am I going to do without my two best guys? One of you leaving I can handle but I don’t know if I can handle both of you going to war? I’ll go crazy with worry.”

“There’s no talking you out of doing this again is there, Pal?” Steve shakes his head, no, “Well then good luck.”

“I need to do this.” Steve says.

You and Bucky both know it’s pointless to argue any further, “Okay. Good luck, Pal.”

Steve curiously asks Bucky, “When do you ship out?”

Bucky responds, “My train leaves at 0500 tomorrow morning.”

You hug Bucky, “I wish I could be there to send you off, but I have to be at the hospital by 4.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Good luck, and please be careful. Most importantly come back safe. Promise me?”

“You worry too much, Y/N.” You glare at him, “Okay, okay. I promise. But only because it’s you.”

“Don’t win the war until I get there.” Steve jests.

Bucky smirks, “I’ll do my best not too.”

Dotty starts to get impatient, “Bucky, are we still going dancing or what?”

“Absolutely, Doll.” He looks at you, “Are you going to join us?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m going to stay with Steve. But have fun.”

Bucky and Steve hug goodbye. You also give Bucky a hug goodbye. He quickly takes off and catches up with Dotty. The two disappear into the night. You look at Steve.

“Go on, then. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re done.”

“Are you really okay with me doing this, Doll?” He asks.

“No, but I know that you need to do this. And I support you no matter what happens.”

He kisses you firmly on the lips before heading into the building. He’s both nervous and excited. Almost an hour goes by. You’re still waiting for Steve to finish and you’re a little nervous. You’re not sure if it always takes this long, or if he’s in trouble because he got caught lying on his form. Then suddenly, he emerges from the building with a huge smile on his face. You know exactly what just happened and you were happy for him and terrified at the same time.

“They finally accepted me. I’m in.” He says excitedly.

“I’m so happy for you, Sugar. I really am.”

He puts an arm around your shoulder, “No you’re not. That’s okay though. I’ll be ok. I promise.”

You smile at him and say, “Let’s go home and celebrate.”

A couple of days later Steve catches a train to New Jersey. You had seen him off as any other loving girlfriend would do. The train had barely even left the station, but you missed him already.

The whole time Steve is away at basic training, you write letters to him. He tells you all about his training, all the running, and the obstacle courses he has do. He mentions how he captured the flag to get a ride back to the base during one run. That makes you laugh as you read it. He also tells you about the decoy grenade he jumped on without a second thought. He also mentions a special program that he signed up for, but said he couldn’t give you any more information than about it because it was top secret. He ends every letter the same way, by telling you how much he loves you and that he’ll be back in Brooklyn before you knew it on leave.

When you write back, you tell him about how busy things are at the hospital. How some of the men you’ve had to treat were in such horrible shape but that you were doing your best to help comfort them. You remind him to make sure he takes his asthma medication. You tell him about how much his flag story made you laugh, and how much his grenade story made you cry. You remind him how proud you are of him, and how you hope that the special program wasn’t something dangerous, and that you wish him luck and tell how much you love him. You end your letters with a countdown until his return home.

You’re excited because today is the day Steve finally comes home on leave. You’ve played the scene in your head a thousand times as to how you would welcome home your soldier. You stand in front of the door of your apartment just waiting. The butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably as you anticipation builds. The only thing you wanted more than anything was to be in his arms again. The doorknob turns, your heart races so fast that you feel as though it’s going to burst through your chest.

The door finally opens and you see Steve for the first time in months, and your heart sinks. The man you were looking at now wasn’t the same one that had left you. Instead of your short, skinny, Steve in an oversized uniform, you were now staring at a very tall, very muscular Steve in a uniform that fit him perfectly. You’re at a loss for words, trying to wrap your head around just what it was that you were looking at. Steve reaches out for you, you unintentionally pull away from him. He’s surprised and a bit hurt at your reaction. The look on his face, the hurt in his eyes, it breaks your heart, and it reminds you of the man you fell in love with, the man who left you just months ago, and yet you don’t move you stay where you are.

Steve breaks the long awkward silence between you, “You look so beautiful. You haven’t changed at all.”

“I wish I could say the same about you. What did they do to you?” You say as he closes the door.

“I know. I’m still getting used to it myself. It’s incredible, Y/N, I’m faster and stronger than I’ve ever been. My asthma is gone and everything. They made me better in every way.”

“There was nothing wrong with the way you were, Steve. Everything about you was perfect…“

He scoffs at you, “There was everything wrong with me! I was sick all the time. That’s about as far from perfect as it gets.”

“None of that mattered to me, Steve. I loved you anyway.”

“This is what I signed up for.”

“I knew you would be a little different after training… I guess I just didn’t expect this kind of change.” You say as tears fill your eyes.

“I don’t understand…”

You sigh heavily and the words you want so desperately to say just won’t come out. You can’t believe he agreed to be the army’s science experiment. You try desperately to keep the tears from falling but that fails miserably. This wasn’t the man you fell in love with and you didn’t know if you could get used to having him this way. You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You know that anything you say next hearts are going to get broken.

Steve chokes back tears he’s fighting, “What are you saying?”

“I’m sorry”, you cry, “This isn’t what I wanted, You’re just not MY, Steve.”

Thirsty Thursday - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,426

Summary: The reader wants Dean to go out for Thirsty Thursday, even though he needs to study for an important test.

Part 1 Part 2


“A video?” You say confused.

“Yup.” Dean says with a smirk.

“Oh god. Did I do something ridiculous at the bar?” You say suddenly feeling nervous.

“Nah, we were here. It was just you and me.”

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I Know

A Stucky One Shot

TW: PTSD (Bucky), Language, FLUFF AF FAM, thats it?

A/N: Thanks @drarryfetish for being my first request! Love ya Beans! Also my last one shot got like 70 notes??? THANK YOU??? 

Request/Summary: Buck has nightmares, he tries to tell himself to man up and get his shit together. Steve hears him and comes in and comforts him. Steve decides to take Bucky out around NY and their old haunts, try and bring a smile to his face They’re driving on one of the bridges and Steve is driving and fluff ensues.

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Originally posted by s-a-l-t-w-a-t-e-r-k-i-d


“Son of of bitch.”  

Every night. Every god damn night Bucky is woken by his nightmares. Every night he kills someone he loves all over again. Tonight it’s Steve. Bucky can still feel the heat of Steve’s throat on his metal hand….

He can’t take it. He can’t handle it anymore and he starts to cry. That only makes it worse.

“Come on you little punk. Knock it off. Men don’t cry over bad dreams. Get your shit together.” Now he’s sobbing, pulling his hair and rocking back and forth on the bed.

“It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream…” The phrase repeated endlessly, loud in his mind. He didn’t even notice Steve had come into the room until the bed dipped down under his weight.

“Buck? Are you ok?” Steve places a gentle hand on Bucky’s back, slowly stroking up and down, trying to soothe his sobbing boyfriend.

Bucky stops rocking, moving his hands from the back of his head to cup his face as he leans into Steve’s broad shoulders. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a nightmare.”

“This one was worse though.” A statement, not a question.

Bucky hated how Steve always seemed to know him just as well if not better than Bucky knew himself. Then again, it was nice to not feel quite so alone.

“Yeah,” His throat constricts and he has to swallow hard before speaking again. “It was you this time. And I woke up and for a minute I… I thought I was… that you were…”

“Aw Buck… baby c’mere.”

Bucky has broken down crying again. Steve tilts him over until they’re laying down in the bed together, with Bucky sobbing into Steve’s chest.

“Listen to me Buck, you got nothing to be ashamed of, ok? After everything you’ve been through, everything Hydra made you do, no one thinks any less of you for having these nightmares. And honey, it’s ok to not be ok. This doesn’t make you any less of a man you hear me?”

Bucky sniffles, nodding into his chest as Steve leans down to kiss the top of Bucky’s head.

“Tomorrow we’re gonna go out.”

“Out where?” Bucky mumbles, his head still buried in Steve’s torso.

“Out anywhere. I was thinking maybe that old diner on Coney Island? I think it’s still there. We can steal one of Tony’s convertibles and drive out there tomorrow! But right now you just try and get some sleep ok?”

Bucky tilts his head up to look Steve in the eye. He whispers “Ok” before leaning in, capturing Steve’s lips in a sweet kiss.


The Next Day

Steve convinced Tony to let him take out the convertible for the day. Him and Bucky drove through Brooklyn, pointing out familiar places that no longer felt familiar.

The couple made their way out to Coney Island, and spent the day on the boardwalk, soaking in the warm spring sun and the fresh ocean breeze.

Bucky even convinced Steve to go on the Cyclone again, despite Steve’s protests.

“Come on, you’re not that little guy who could barely breathe anymore. You’ve handled worse than this!”

“Seriously Buck it’s ok, you go on without me I’ll wait for you right here.”

Bucky pouts, and looks up at Steve through half-lidded eyes and long bangs, “It won’t be as fun without you though Stevie…”

Steve was always a sucker for Bucky’s puppy eyes, despite them both being grown men.

They held hands almost the entire day, relishing in the freedom to love each other and enjoy the day together as boyfriends.

When it came time to drive back to Avenger Tower, it was late afternoon, the sun setting over the water as they made their way back over Brooklyn Bridge.

Steve was driving again, but instead of using one hand to point out personal landmarks, he used it to hold Bucky’s hand on his thigh, fingers interlaced, not wanting to lose any physical contact with his man.

The wind was whipping their hair and faces as they drove and the red sun cast the tail ends of its warm fingers on their bodies. A comfortable silence had taken them over with only the loud wind to make noise against New York traffic.

The silence was broken by Steve, who looked over at Bucky, smiled at him, and said, “You know I love you. Right Buck?”

Bucky, slightly taken aback at the seriousness in Steve’s voice, smiled back at him, “Yeah… I know punk. I love you too.”

Steve’s smile widened into a grin at this, and he raised their intertwined hands from their place on his leg, and kissed Bucky’s hand.

“I know.”


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Blood, Sweat, and Tears -- Chapter One

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Cursing
Word Count: 4208

The deadliest man in Seoul smiles down at his young son as he shifts from foot to foot. “Yoongi,” his baritone voice echoes down the empty hospital hall. “What is the matter?”
“What if she doesn’t like me?” Yoongi looks up at his father, a clear pout on his lips. “What if she cries when I hold her? What if she refuses to look at me? Or worse, I drop her? Then she’ll really hate me.”
Mr. Min chuckles, swiftly picking up Yoongi, “She’s going to love you. You are her older brother.” He taps the boy’s nose. “If you drop her, however, your mother will be a lot angrier than Areum, and so will I. You have to be very careful when you have her in your arms. A baby doesn’t really understand much, as they have to be taught, so you have to show her the ropes. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Yoongi firmly nods. “And I won’t drop her.”
“Good, because that’s your job as an older brother. You must do everything in your power to protect your baby sister. There’s no limit to what you can do to ensure her safety. She’s the only one you have to worry about in this crazy world. Until you find the love of your life, but that’s years away.”
“Is mom the love of your life?”
“Of course,” Mr. Min brushes hair out of Yoongi’s eyes. “Your mother is the most important person in my life, along with you, and now Areum. I do everything in my power to protect you three. Nothing will ever hurt any of you. Soon that will be your job.”
“I’m up for it,” Yoongi straightens his back. “I’m a big boy.”
Another deep chuckle rings out through the hall. “Ah, Yoongi, you are going to be a great big brother. You’re already showing how capable you are, and I know you’re caring. Always being the one to take care of the puppies back home.”
“They just make me happy. Their cute barks, and how little they are.”
“Then you’ll love Areum,” Mr. Min presses his lips to his son’s forehead. “And she’ll love you.”
The door to the hospital room that holds Mrs. Min and the newborn Areum swings open, revealing a smiling nurse.
“She’s asking for two men that she loves very much,” the nurse steps out of the doorway. “Her words, not mine.”
Mr. Min sets Yoongi on the ground, “Thank you for all your help tonight.”
“It’s a pleasure,” she bows to the man who could wipe her from existence. “The perfect patient, and no complications at all.”
“Yoongi, let’s go meet your baby sister,” Mr. Min pats the top of his son’s head, and the two of them head into the room.
The door is closed by the nurse outside, and the newly family of four is left alone for the first time.
“Yoongi, honey,” Mrs. Min’s voice is soft. Her tired smile giving away how much she wishes to sleep. “Come meet Areum. Come meet your baby sister.”
Yoongi cautiously walks over to the hospital bed that his mother is lounging in, afraid of waking the sleeping baby in his mother’s arms.
Mr. Min leans back against the door, a loving smile on his face as he looks over at his small family.
“Don’t be scared, she can’t bite,” Mrs. Min softly chuckles. “Come sit on the edge of the bed, so you can hold her. You want to hold her, don’t you?”
“Yes, very much,” Yoongi bobs his head a few times.
“Get up here then, silly.”
Yoongi struggles to climb onto the hospital bed, and pushes his father away when he tries to help. “I’m a big kid, I don’t need any help.”
“Okay, little man,” Mr. Min chuckles, taking a seat in the chair next to the hospital bed. “I’ll remember that.”
“I don’t want you to be a big kid yet,” Mrs. Min holds her hand out for Yoongi to grab. “You’re only four, you have a lot of growing up to do still.”
“I’m not four yet, mom,” Yoongi moans, finally making his way up onto the bed. “Almost, but not quite. We were planning my party not long ago. It’s only two months away now. Don’t tell me you forgot already.”
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’ve had a long day,” she tiredly smiles at her son. “Now that you’re up here, though, meet your new baby sister,” she maneuvers the bundle in her arms so Yoongi can see.
Areum is a smaller than average baby, and Yoongi feels his heart swell at the sight of her. This little human is now in his care, and he understands just how important that is.
“Do you want to hold her?” Mrs. Min questions as she notices the look of awe on her son’s face.
“Can I?” Yoongi hopefully looks up at his mother.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Yoongi’s heart is pounding as he is handed the most important person in his life now. His brain going a mile a minute with all kinds of thoughts about is baby sister.
With all the movement, Areum is shaken from her slumber, but she doesn’t burst into tears. Her gaze falls onto Yoongi, and she’s instantly in smiles and happy coos.
“Aw, she loves her big brother,” Mrs. Min leans back into the pillows. “Look at how happy she is to see you, Yoongi.”
“See, you had nothing to worry about, Yoongi,” Mr. Min taps the edge of the bed with his foot.
Yoongi runs the pad of his finger gently over Areum’s cheek. “She’s perfect.” He leans down to gently rest his forehead on hers. “I will always protect you,” he whispers as the baby reaches out to place her small hand on his cheek. “Don’t you even worry, Yoongi will always be by your side.”


I rapidly blink my dark green eyes to focus back in on the lecture. My pencil resting in my hand as it hovers over my notebook ready to go. Not a single word written down on the paper.
“Now, I want you all to read and annotate the first two chapters by the next time you see me, and start thinking about who your favorite character might be,” the literature professor claps his hands together as he looks at the clock. “And with that, I will release you to your other duties.”
I sigh as people around me quickly pack up and leave. “Nice job, idiot,” I grumble to myself as I scribble down the assignment, struggling to get my feet back into my heels.
I’m the last person to pack up, and stand up, out of my back-row seat, earning a chuckle from the professor.
“Areum, so deep in writing down all I have to say about The Lost Princess?”
I force a tight-lipped smile, “As always. You are my favorite professor, and I look forward to this book.”
“I’m glad. I think you’ll enjoy it. If you ever have any questions about it, I’m always here to help you,” he takes a seat on the edge of his desk.
I sling my backpack over my jean jacket clad shoulders. “Off to lunch now. Bye professor,” I wave as I rush out of the room, wrinkling my button nose in disgust.
There’s only a few seconds of calm before I’m swarmed by girls that I can’t stand, but I have to be on my best behavior when around.
“Areum, oh, my, god,” a girl I’ve deemed Blondie, squeals. “Your backpack is so cute. You look like you’re going on a boat. Yellow, black, white, and grey are perfect together. You’re just always so cute with all the outfits you wear.”
“Thank you,” I flash the girl a grin. “I saw it in the store, and I just had to have it,” I gush, returning the fake like an expert.
“Perfect make-up and hair as always,” Chewing Gum flicks my dirty blonde waves with her hand. “Simple, yet elegant. Diamond earrings never fail to impress.”
“Where did you get your dress?” Glasses motions her hand up and down my white designer sun dress. “I don’t think I’ve seen it anywhere, and I shop, a lot.”
“If you must know, this hasn’t been released yet, and I am supposed to let the designer know if girls like it,” I push the door to the cafeteria open.
“You’re lying,” Cheekbones uncontrollably giggles.
“As if,” I wave the girl off. “What would I gain with lying?”
“She’s the daughter of the most famous man in Seoul, so she doesn’t have to do anything,” Blondie links her arm with mine as we step into the lunch line. “She doesn’t even need to go to university, but here she is.”
I quickly roll my eyes, “Well, that’s not really true.”
“Always so humble, Areum,” Blondie pats the top of my head. “And still short, even with those heels.”
“Hundred sixty-six and some centimeters,” I force a giggle. “Runs in the family. My brother’s short too.”
Girl’s all around me happily sigh at the mention of my brother.
“How is Yoongi?” Glasses asks. “It’s been ages since any of us have been able to talk with him.”
“He’s good,” I unlink my arm from Blondie so I can grab a tray. “Just working hard with my father. I’m sure he misses all of you.” The lie slips through my teeth without trouble.
“I wonder if he has a crush on any of us,” Cheekbones places her hands over her heart, looking off into the distance.
I bring a bowl of fruit onto my tray, “I’d never tell, so you’ll have to ask him yourself.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to ask him if he liked me,” Glasses sighs, messing with the faux piece of plastic she wears on her face. “He can only like one girl, so he’d have to turn down someone.”
“I don’t think I could handle being turned down by him,” Blondie twirls a strand of her bleached hair around her finger. “Though, I’m sure he would never turn down me.”
I’m able to break away from the group of fakes as I walk around to get my lunch. Their presence giving me a headache in the few minutes I was with them.
“Yoongi would rather shoot himself than date one of you bitches,” I mumble to myself as I look over the pizza choices. “But, they can hang onto their crazy fantasies.”
Every single person in this school is after one thing from me: money. My whole life I have had to quickly determine if a person was after the family fortune, or actually wanted to get to know me for who I really am. Now, I rarely trust that anyone outside of the business is actually trying to be a true friend.
It’s no secret that the Min’s are loaded beyond belief. The secret is how we came to get all the money. My father is the most dangerous man in all of Seoul, and runs the biggest organized crime business the city has ever seen. Yoongi and I are heirs to a mafia throne.
“Sit with us, Areum,” Blondie waves me over to her table.
“Of course,” I fake a smile as I bound over to the table, taking the only empty seat. My backpack ends up on the floor, but not before I take my phone out of the front pocket.
“Do you ever have a fully healthy lunch, Min?” Chewing Gum uses her chopsticks to delicately place rice into her mouth.
“I have a personal trainer,” I pick up a piece of pizza. “I can text him right now and ask him if this is an okay lunch.”
“Of course,” Blondie sips her tea. “Areum has everything under control. She doesn’t need us to baby her.”
I stuff pizza into my mouth, looking down at my phone.
Notifications for emails, text messages, social media, and games fill my lock screen. Without a second thought, I open my text messages.
| Brother: Bambi, you left this morning without saying goodbye
| Brother: That makes you a brat
| Brother: You’ve wounded me
| Brother: I’ll never recover from this, and I thought you loved me.
I roll my eyes at my brother’s over-exaggerating, having a hard time keeping the smile off my face.
| Me: I still love you, idiot
| Me: Maybe if you didn’t sleep in so long you wouldn’t miss me
| Me: I’m a hard working uni student
I finish my slice of pizza, moving onto the bowl of fruit and the next text conversation.
| Chim: Need to do some training today
| Chim: As long as you don’t have a lot of homework
| Chim: Should we work on punches or kicks?
| Me: Kicks are more fun, and who gives a shit about homework
| Me: Also, can I eat pizza?
“Areum, do you think you’ll be free this weekend to go shopping?” Blondie taps my shoulder a few times.
I look up from my phone, “Probably not. With school work, spending time with my brother, and taking care of the dogs at home, I’m booked.”
“It’s so cute you spend so much time with your brother,” Glasses tenderly smiles at me. “You two have the best sibling relationship ever.”
“He’s always been like that with me,” I shrug, looking back down at my phone.
| Chim: I don’t give a fuck what you eat, as long as you don’t go crazy
| Me: Thanks, I’ll let the fakes know
“She’s probably texting her brother right now,” Cheekbones says. “She always texts him whenever she can, but never gives out his number.”
| Brother: Hard working uni student my ass
| Brother: Just wake me up next time
“That would be rude,” Blondie scoffs. “Yoongi’s a person with feelings too, but, I wouldn’t be hurt if I got his number.”
“In your dreams,” Chewing Gum chuckles.
| Me: How pissed would you be if I gave Blondie your number?
| Me: Also, if I tried to wake you, you’d just drag me down to cuddle
| Brother: Give my number out and I will seriously fight you
| Brother: Cuddling with me isn’t bad. You hate uni anyways
“Yoongi probably already has some girl he’s with,” Cheekbones sighs. “How could he not? He’s a perfect gentleman, and so handsome.”
“He bleached his hair recently,” I speak up as I quickly go through my pointless emails. “Now his forehead is showing.”
“Really?” Blondie almost lets out a squeal. “Areum, you can’t just say that and not have a picture on hand. When is the next party for your father’s business?”
“They aren’t parties,” I look up from my phone. “They are more like banquets or galas, and I’m not sure when the next one will be. Not really up to me, and I don’t get to say who is let in. Sorry,” I pat Blondie’s shoulder.
“Well, my dad’s a doctor, so I might be okay,” Chewing Gum taps her chopsticks on her tray.
“You’d have to let be me your plus one,” Blondie pleads to the girl. “Yoongi and I are meant to be.”
I can’t help my eyes as they roll.
“Says you,” Glasses pouts. “Maybe he likes girls with glasses.”
“Does he even have a preference?” Cheekbones takes a chug of her water.
“Shit,” I glance at the time, realizing if I don’t leave now I’ll be late for my next class. “I have to go guys,” I push my chair away from the table, swiftly picking up my backpack. “Have fun gushing over my brother.”
In the next moment, I’m speed walking out of the cafeteria. The pounding in my head slowing down the further I get. One day I won’t have to deal with their fake asses any more.


“When you have to leave is the saddest time of day,” Blondie pouts as we walk towards the university entrance, the other fakes following behind us.
“I know, and it’s only the first day of this semester,” I faux whine, adjusting my backpack. “And I’m such a busy person, so we might never have time to hang outside of school.”
“Then we’ll have to make the most of the time in school,” Glasses firmly states.
“Yes,” I feel my stomach drop to my toes. It was one thing to deal with these girls last year, but I thought I could ditch them this year. “Of course. We can always eat lunch together.”
“Maybe we can finally get you to eat healthy,” Chewing Gum chuckles. “Though, I kind of doubt it.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold my tongue, spotting the black BMW that’s driven me to high school and now college. “Ah, my ride is here. Always right on time.”
“You’re so lucky to have someone drive you everywhere you go,” Cheekbone dreamily sighs. “That’s my goal, so I know I will have made it.”
“Lofty goal then,” Blondie snickers, rolling her eyes.
“Bye guys,” I pick up my speed to get away from the group of leeches.
“Bye Areum!” They all wave, giant smiles on their faces.
I open the car door, tossing my backpack in before sliding in myself. The door shutting automatically as I buckle my seat belt.
In the next moment, the car is speeding away from Seoul National University, and I feel all my negative feelings staying behind.
“Oh my god, Joonie,” I kick my heels off, not caring where they end up. “They are so fucking fake,” I groan, grabbing a make-up wipe from the supplies basket-like bag in the middle.
“So, I’m guessing it wasn’t a good first day of your second year?” Namjoon glances at me in the rearview mirror. His kind, dark brown eyes inviting me to spill my thoughts.
“God, it was terrible,” I begin wiping the make-up off my face. “The same group of girls that followed me last year, found me again this year. I swear they hack into the system and find out my classes,” I giggle. “Could you believe that? Those idiots hacking into the school system. I bet our hackers could do it with their eyes closed. Hell, they could do it in their sleep.”
Namjoon chuckles, “Well, they are pretty skilled. That’s why your father and brother hired them to hack for us. Especially the one that’s work with the mafia the longest.”
I smile as Namjoon’s dimples mark his cheeks. “One girl wears fake glasses that make me go mad. She doesn’t understand that some of us need glasses, and instead thinks it’s just a fashion trend. This is why I leave my reading glasses at home.”
“I’m sorry those girls bothered you. I can’t begin to imagine how hard that must be. Some people just don’t understand that you are more than the money.”
“Thanks, Joonie,” I sigh, tossing the dirtied make-up wipe into the small trash can. “You’re my savior, ya know?”
Namjoon has been driving me to and from school for six years now, and it’s no surprise we’ve become close. When my brother bailed him out of jail for illegal street racing years ago, I could tell he was a lost kid that needed a path in life. The mafia gave him that path.
Now, seven years later, Namjoon has grown up into a fine young man. He’s like another older brother to me, but only three years older. If I can’t get ahold of Yoongi, I know I can get Namjoon to help with whatever I need.
“I know,” Namjoon smiles, the dimples still present on his cheeks. “That’s what I’m here for.”
“Okay, Mr. High and Mighty,” I stick my tongue out at him for a few seconds. “You’re lucky I need you to drive me around.”
“Ah, so that’s what it is, lucky,” he runs a hand through his platinum blond hair, pushing his bangs farther to the side. “I always wondered.”
“Shut up,” I giggle. “I’ve had a hard day, and you’re being a brat.”
“Me, a brat?” His eyebrows shoot up for a second. “Yoongi was calling you a brat when I got back this morning. Someone didn’t get a goodbye, or a cheek kiss.”
“I know. I was just so rushed, and it’s the first day of second year, and I didn’t want to be late, and Snow was being so whiney, and he wasn’t awake,” I pout. “He’s the brat.”
“I won’t let him know you said that,” Namjoon sends a wink my way.
“You better not,” I grin, looking out the window. “So, Joonie, how was everyone today?”
“Seokjin missed you in the kitchen, and Sooyoung was in her room all day, and Jimin didn’t understand why you asked about pizza.”
I burst into laughter, tears springing to my eyes. “Those idiots again,” I sputter out. “I don’t eat healthy.”
Namjoon shakes his head, “Anyone could tell you that, but I guess you do work out a lot. It all balances out, seeing as you aren’t out of space.”
I take a few deep breaths, wiping tears from my eyes. “It was pepperoni today, so I couldn’t say no.”
“Of course not. Pepperoni must be eaten.”
“Yes, it must be,” I firmly nod. “It’s the best pizza topping.”
“Do you have any homework today?” Namjoon swiftly changes the subject.
“Literature, and Japanese, and history,” I grab a hair-tie, putting my hair into a messy bun. “You don’t have to tell me to do it. I’ll get to it as soon as I get snuggle time in with Snow, or Yoongi. That boy will be pouty.”
“You sure he’ll pout? He just looked pissed when you weren’t there.”
“Trust me, you don’t know my brother’s side when he’s just with me. He’s very sweet.”
“I don’t know if I can trust you, seeing as all I ever see is his mean, serious side.”
“Believe whatever you want,” I glance back at Namjoon. “He’ll never show you the soft side, so it doesn’t matter.”
The mansion is revealed as the car passes through the trees on the edge of the property. A huge stone building that was at one time a boarding school, until it was bought by my great-grandfather. Now it’s used to lead organized crime. There’s an indoor and outdoor pool, a huge garage full of expensive cars, a beautiful garden, a basement dedicated to training, professional restaurant kitchen, and double digits worth of bedrooms.
It’s been my home ever since I can remember. All the guys rushing around were always just friends of my father, and I didn’t question how nice they were to me. I’m sure if they weren’t, Yoongi would have lost it.
That was when I was young and innocent, though. That was before the worst moment of my life.
“Joonie, why do I still go to school?” I widen my eyes as I look up at him.
“To get an education,” Namjoon answers, slowing the car down to allow the garage door to rise. “You’ve always had your mind set on graduating. You want to be like me, and have a degree. Remember?”
“I know, I know,” I wave him off, feeling a calmness wash over me as I’ve finally made it home. “You drove me to high school while having to deal with college classes. It’s just, I don’t know if I can handle those girls.”
“You can do it, Bambi. If one day you break and scream at them, then so be it. They don’t deserve any money. If it makes you feel any better, they are missing out on being friends with an amazing, beautiful, funny, badass, and caring girl. It’s their loss.”
The car engine is shut off, and Namjoon is out of the driver’s seat in seconds.
I find my heels, gathering them into my lap with my backpack. I’d rather walk in barefoot than put those devil shoes back on.
The car door opens, and Namjoon reaches in to help me out.
“I’m surprised Yoongi isn’t here waiting for me,” I look up at the man that’s a good fifteen centimeters taller than me.
“I can tell you why he’s not here,” Namjoon closes the car door, motioning me to follow him into the house.
“Where’s my brother?” I feel my anxiety skyrocket.
“He’s fine, Areum,” Namjoon stops us and looks me right in the eyes. “If something happened to your brother, or your father, we wouldn’t let you finish out a day of school. I can promise you that.”
I take a deep breath, “Of course. I just, got scared. We are in a dangerous business.”
“No need to be scared, your brother wouldn’t go down easy,” Namjoon smirks. “Your father asked to see both of you when you arrived home, so I’m sure Yoongi is waiting outside your father’s office.”
“Any idea what he wants to see us about?” I give him a push so we can get back to walking.
“Not really sure, but it seemed a bit urgent.”
“Great,” I scrunch up my nose in disgust. “Can I just get a break today?”

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Bambi: Italian for little child or young girl.
And that is chapter one! I hope you enjoyed reading! I’d love to hear your thoughts, questions, concerns, and whatever else. I’m always open for criticism, just don’t be rude. I did my best to edit and catch all mistakes, but things do slip past, so sorry if there is a few mistakes.

fallsouthwinter  asked:

Lando/Bodhi 🎃

So this turned out a lot longer than I thought…2,804 words of Lando/Bodhi accidentally, it’s pretty wacky and self indulgent but I tried.

“Please don’t tell me you’re serious, everyone is going!” Jyn complains when Bodhi admits he isn’t planning to attend Han’s party.

“That’s part of the problem, besides, I have work,” he says and she shoots him an unimpressed look.

“We both know that’s a lame excuse, you’ve been working on the project for weeks already and it’s not due until December, come on Bodhi, it’s only Halloween once a year,” she says with a hopeful look.

“If I work on it now it’ll be less work over Thanksgiving break….” he trails off knowing it sounds ridiculous even to his own ears. He wonders if he actually has been working himself too hard if he feels so up in arms at the possibility of going out. He looks at the flyer again with a sigh and laughs at how ridiculous it is all over again. A neon orange print out with heavy black blood dripping text that read Han-o-ween Bash, Bring Your Own Booooze with a badly drawn ghost scribbled under it. It’s pretty awful, entirely Han, and yet Bodhi finds himself giving in much to Jyn’s delight.

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anonymous asked:

Reader had a bad day and the only cure is Jeremy cuddles!

A/N - *Happy sigh* Whenever I’m graced with the chance to write more Jeremy fics, my heart grows an extra 3 sizes :3 Seriously, dude, thank you so much for this nice straight-to-the-point request! Considering my tendency to go overboard with how much I write, it was really nice to write something short and sweet like this! And hey, cuddles with Lil’ J? How can I resist? Hope this is good for you, dude!

Pairing - Jeremy x Reader

Warnings - None

Word Count - 1, 092

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Derek- Do It Again

Request-  2 with Derek, please?😙

A/N- Prompt 2 from the Holiday Prompt List! Can someone please give me Derek Hale for Christmas???

You hit the mat on the floor with a grunt, just barely catching yourself on your palms before your cheek hit the soft surface. You blew a strand of sweaty hair out of your face in frustration, but before you could push yourself up, a hand stuck itself in front of your face.
“Need some help?”
“Not from you,” you said smoothly, pushing yourself to your feet despite your aching limbs.
Derek smirked as you planted your feet on the mat again. “We could always just call it a day. You know, end training early? Consider it an early Christmas present from me.”
You rolled your eyes. “You wish, Hale.”
“Alright then,” he said. “Show me what you got.”
You smiled and swung out with a fist, but Derek quickly ducked out of reach. You swung again, and this time he caught your arm. He smirked in triumph, but before he could make some smartass remark, you kicked up with your leg and hit him right in the face.
He recoiled in shock, and before he could brace himself, you were slamming into him and taking him to the ground. He landed on the mat with a breathless oof, but he quickly began to laugh. You rolled off of him, and Derek sighed.
“You know, I honestly wasn’t expecting you to kick me in the face,” he breathed. “You’re getting good at this.”
“Well, I’ve had a pretty good teacher,” you told him wryly, jumping up and grabbing your water bottle. “Besides, I have no idea why I didn’t ask you to teach me this sooner.”
“I’m glad you did it,” he admitted. “I’d like to always be there to protect you. It’s kind of my job, but I know that’s not always possible.”
“Why is it your job?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
“I’m your best friend,” he stated with a shrug.
“Huh,” you said. “Yeah, I guess you are.”
“What, you’re surprised?” he asked you.
You smiled. “Just that you’d actually admit it.”
Derek opened his mouth to say something else, but the ringing of your phone cut him off. You walked over and grabbed it from your bag, and when you realized who it was, you sighed reluctantly.
“Hi, Mom,” you answered. “I’m kind of in the middle of something right now, is it okay if I just-oh, ok. Okay, go ahead.”
Derek watched you with a smile on his face. He knew your family could be more than a little overbearing, but they did really care about you. They just had a tendency to take things too far, especially when it came to the holidays, or even worse, dating.
“Yes, Mom,” you said, rolling your eyes at Derek. “I’m coming to Christmas Eve dinner. Yes, I promise.”
Derek watched as your face suddenly took on an expression of exasperation. “Mom, I told you, if I wanted to bring a date, I’d let you know…no, no, I wouldn’t not bring them because of you. That’s crazy.”
Derek laughed softly and you shot him a dirty look, but then you suddenly tilted your head in annoyance. “Uh, how do you know I’m not dating someone? Maybe I just don’t want to bring them around for the Dinner From Hell.”
You glanced over at Derek once more and met his eyes, and that was when he realized what you were thinking. He had been your best friend for years, and he knew that you were hatching a plan just by the glint in your eyes. He shook his head firmly, knowing that it most certainly involved him.
“You know what?” you said into the phone. “I am bringing someone to dinner…yes, living, breathing and everything, I swear…alright. Bye, Mom. Love you too.”
“No way,” Derek stated when you hung up the phone.
“Derek,” you whined. “Come on.”
“No,” he repeated, shaking his head. “You might be my best friend, but I’m not coming to dinner with your family.”
“Please,” you begged. “Please, Derek. I can’t do another year of ‘Oh, Y/n, where’s your boyfriend? You never bring anyone to meet us. Do you really hate us that much?’”
“You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” he questioned.
“Why not?” you asked with a sigh. “You know me better than anyone else. Come on, Sourwolf. I’ll owe you.”
Derek frowned. There was a part of him that desperately wanted to say yes, just to be able to have you on his arm. Derek’s feelings for you might have been a lot loss friendly than you thought, but he was too stubborn to admit that. He didn’t want to ruin things while they were still working for him, and he wanted to enjoy being with you before you decided he was too much of a burden and ran, right along with everyone else.
He was terrified that if he admitted how he felt, he’d ruin what you had together, which was one solid friendship. He knew that you would probably never amount to much more, but he could always dream. Maybe that was why, as you looked at him with those pleading eyes he had never been able to say no to, he finally relented.
“Fine,” he said gruffly. “But if it starts to get crazy, we’re leaving…for both our sakes.”
“Agreed,” you breathed, running up to him and throwing your arms around his sweaty neck. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! God, you really are man’s best friend.”
“I’m a wolf,” he stated, glaring at you. “Not a dog.”
“You’re still cuddly though,” you told him, not at all phased by his scowl as you poked him in the chest.
“Do you want me to slam you onto this mat?” he asked, although his lips were twitching into a smile.
“Maybe,” you said with a grin. “Wanna go for round two?”
Derek smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Derek stated as you hopped out of his car.
“What?” you asked, blinking. “I didn’t say anything.”
He gave you a one-shouldered shrug. “You didn’t have to. I can just tell.”
You sighed and shut the passenger door. “Well it’s not that easy. Every year it’s just this endless buffet of honey ham, sweet potato casserole, and criticism.”
Derek chuckled softly. “I think we can handle it.”
Your expression softened. “We?”
He nodded. “You’re not alone this year. And I promise, I’m not just going to leave you here on your own.”
You shot him a skeptical look. “No matter how awful it gets?”
“No matter how awful it gets,” he swore. “Just remember, you owe me.”
“I do,” you agreed. “Now let’s get this over with.”
You started to head toward the front door of your aunt’s house, but Derek called out to you. “Where do you think you’re going?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, but he simply walked over and wrapped his hand around yours. “We’re dating, remember?”
You flushed slightly, but it had nothing to do with embarrassment. “Right.”
You walked up to the door, hand in hand as Derek muttered to you about the awful Christmas decor he could see through the window.
“Trust me,” you said. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
You reached up to ring the doorbell, but before you could even touch it, the door swung open before you. “Sweetheart!”
Your eyes widened as your mom reached out to bring you into her arms. She squeezed you tighter than you thought she was capable of, yanking you so close that your hand was tugged out of Derek’s.
“Hi, Mom,” you groaned. “You can let me go now.”
You didn’t need to tell her twice, because she had suddenly taken that moment to notice Derek standing on the porch. You were immediately forgotten, and she shoved you away to take all of your date in.
“Y/n,” she scolded. “You didn’t tell me you and Derek were dating. I thought you two were just friends.”
“Well, we’re not,” you stated plainly.
She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows like she didn’t believe you, but Derek was quick to wrap a warm arm around your waist.
“We were,” he told her brightly. “But Y/n’s just been so much more to me than that. I don’t know where I’d be without her.”
You mother placed her hand over her chest and flashed you a wobbly smile. “Y/n, that’s so wonderful! Why haven’t you told me?!”
“I, uh, I guess I just wanted to keep him all to myself,” you breathed, hoping you sounded convincing.
Derek laughed good-naturedly, something that you were definitely going to make fun of him for later. Your mom looked like she was about to cry, and you didn’t really want her to grill you about your fake relationship on the porch, so you quickly gestured into the front hall.
“Maybe we should come inside and tell you all about it,” you suggested.
“Yes!” she squealed. “Come on in, you two lovebirds. I have to tell your aunt!”
She rushed into the living room ahead of you and Derek, leaving you to softly shut the front door behind you. You were now alone in the hall for a few seconds, and you turned to him with a mortified look. Derek simply grinned and placed his arm around your shoulders.
“Come on, Lovebird,” he said with a smirk, leading you into the living room.

“So, Derek,” your aunt began from across the table. “How did you and Y/n meet?”
“Well, we met in the vet’s office,” Derek explained. “She was working with Dr. Deaton and I…was taking my sister’s dog in for a checkup.”
You suppressed a laugh at Derek’s hesitance to tell the story. It wasn’t a total lie, because you had met him in Deaton’s office, but that experience was a lot more hostile than your family could ever know. You remembered how, in desperation to find the Alpha, Derek had bound Deaton to a chair in the exam room and tried to get him to admit that he knew something about the supernatural.
You hadn’t known about it until that moment, but after you had walked in on it, he had knocked you unconscious. You woke up in an empty office hours later, only to have Deaton come back the next day and act like nothing had happened. You begged him to tell you what was going on, insisting that you had worked for him for years and that he could trust you, and he finally agreed.
You were a little pissed at Derek for tying up your boss and knocking you unconscious, but as time went on and you figured out Scott was a werewolf too, you knew you would need him eventually. Derek had gone to you and Deaton for help more times than you could count, and more times than he would ever admit to Scott. Because of this, your friendship bloomed, and so did Derek’s feelings for you.
“That’s right,” you said. “Remind me again what that dog’s name was?”
Derek glanced over at you, his lips twitching. “Scott. It was Scott.”
“Right,” you said with a small smile. “I remember now. And as I recall, you were very distraught.”
Derek swallowed. “I was.”
“The dog had a broken leg,” you lied, glancing around the table. “It had gotten out of the yard and gotten hit by a car, and Derek was so upset. He even cried. I had to comfort him, and that’s how we started talking.”
“And I just had to see you again,” Derek said, a slight edge to his voice. “No matter how bad at comforting me you were.”
A chorus of “Aw”s echoed from around the table,  and you reached out to place your hand on Derek’s, which was resting on the tablecloth.
“You two are such a cute couple!” your aunt exclaimed. “But I can’t help but wonder-”
“Auntie-” you began, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I haven’t even seen you two kiss!” she cried. “I mean, you sound very affectionate-”
“This isn’t a show,” you protested. “I’m not just going to kiss my…my boyfriend to prove a point.”
“Well, I don’t see the harm,” your mother interjected. “It’s just, you’ve never really brought a man over. I mean, you have to understand, Derek, we thought she liked girls for the longest ti-”
“Mom!” you cried.
“What?” she fired back.
You turned back to Derek to apologize, maybe even to grab his arm and head to leave, but he quickly reached out and placed his hand on your cheek. Your eyes widened, and you don’t know if you would have protested, just that Derek didn’t give you any time to. He was leaning into you and fiercely pressing his lips against yours, his tongue moving past your lips to mingle with yours. You knew this was crossing a line, but your family had wanted a show, hadn’t they?
You melted against him, feeling more content than you had all night, quickly forgetting that Derek was supposed to be your best friend. When he finally pulled away, someone coughed awkwardly, although you couldn’t tell who, because your eyes were locked on Derek’s.
You suddenly realized that the way Derek had kissed you wasn’t the way one friend would kiss another, no matter what you were pretending to be. You might not have had his super senses, but you could still pick up on a lot, especially when it came to Derek. Shock coursed through you at this thought, and you quickly pushed your chair away from the table.
It screeched painfully on the wood floor, but you paid no mind as you rushed to the front door. You sucked in a sharp breath and threw open the door, searching for solace on the empty front porch.
“Y/n,” Derek called, quickly following behind you. “Look, I didn’t mean…”
“Didn’t mean what?” you questioned. “Didn’t mean to kiss me like that?”
“Look, I thought I was helping-”
“Oh, you helped,” you stated. “I think my mom thinks we’re going to give her grandchildren now.”
“Just let me explain,” he begged.
“Why did you agree to this?” you asked him. “Was it really because you wanted to help me?”
“Of course,” he told you. “You’re my best friend.”
“And?”
He huffed. “And maybe I wanted to pretend to be your boyfriend…but I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. That was overstepping it. I won’t do anything like that again, I swear-”
“No,” you cut him off suddenly.
“What?”
“No,” you said firmly. “I never said I didn’t want you to do it again.”
“You mean-?”
“I love you,” you stated. “I’ve loved you since you gave up being an alpha to save Cora. Maybe even before that. I’m not exactly sure, but I do know that what you did in there…I want you to do it again.”
Derek smiled and yanked you closer, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you just as fiercely as he had in the dining room. He might have been terrified that admitting his feelings would cost him your friendship, but he had been entirely wrong. Derek didn’t even have to say anything for you to figure out how he felt. You would have found out eventually, but if he was being honest, he was glad it had happened this way.
Your family members hooted and whistled through the windows as you and Derek kissed on the porch, but they were the farthest thing from your mind. You were finally with your best friend in the one way you truly wanted to be, and no one, not even your wild family, could ruin that moment.

This Christmas (I’ll Burn It To The Ground)

A Bucky Christmas Story

Based on the song of the same title by Set It Off.

A/N: Tiny bit angsty, thought I’d throw something different with all the fluff going around 😉

Originally posted by lethal-desires

Oh my God, it’s here, this awful time of year

How I hate the snow is falling

Wealthy neighbors bragging about the gifts they’re getting

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Mistletoe: a Josh Dun imagine part 5

A/N: I’m gonna be super busy lately so I’m going to leave this here and hopefully that makes up for my daily post even though it’s like super early in the morning lol. Thanks for all the love! You guys are the light of my life xoxo


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The trip to your grandparent’s house was very short, and your grandpa had the radio on, so there wasn’t much conversation. He didn’t seem like one to talk much anyways, but your mind kept making up excuses for why there was such tension hanging in the air. Maybe it was the way his smile faded when his eyes met Josh’s or how you might look disappointing to him. He had a bright and cheery face, hugging you and greeting you at the airport, but for some reason, as soon as he released the embrace, his expression turned dull and emotionless. When you rolled up to the house, your grandma was already waiting outside the door, and as soon as you got out of the car, she was already showering both you and Josh with hugs and kisses. “You’ve grown so much!” she exclaimed, ushering you both into the house. “And my, with a boyfriend and everything.”

“Yeah,” you tried not to blush, catching Josh giggle as you sat on the couch in the living room.

“How was the flight? Better than the last?” she wondered, sitting down across from you two, your grandpa taking a seat beside her.

“Much better,” you nodded.

“It’s been such a long time since I saw you last,” she put a hand to her heart dramatically. “Time really does fly by.”

“And what about you, young gentleman?” your grandpa changed the topic, staring right at Josh. “We haven’t heard a word about you until this morning.”

“Oh,” he gave a light chuckle. “I’m Josh Dun, I’m y/n’s boyfriend. We’ve been dating for two months now, and it’s been great. It’s wonderful to meet both of you, I’ll try not to be too much of a hassle.”

“Honey, you won’t be one bit,” your grandma reassured. “You seem like a wonderful man with a cheery smile and a lot of spunk. Just what this house needs!”

“You better take care of our dear y/n,” your grandpa narrowed his eyes.

“I always do,” Josh gave a smile.

“What’s with the pink hair? That’s awful different, isn’t it?” your grandma inquired, intrigued. You could catch her glancing at his gages and the tattoo on his arm as well, but you decided to stay quiet. It’s not like you could stop them from judging and making assumptions anyways.

“Makes me stand out,” Josh shrugged, getting a little shy. “I like it a lot.”

“Kind of odd for a boy your age,” your grandpa scoffed. You could already tell that he was getting a bad vibe from Josh, and you hated it. “But I guess that’s what all the punks are doing these days, right? Pierced ears and tattooed skin and all the colors of the rainbow scrubbed into their scalp.”

“Everyone’s different,” your grandma tried on a grin, slapping your grandpa’s arm to get him to stop. “Everyone has their own way of expressing themselves.”

“Yeah,” Josh agreed, beginning to shift uncomfortably in his seat. His fingers somehow found a way to meet yours, and you held his hand tight, letting him know it was okay and you were sorry. He relaxed a little bit at your touch, and you noticed his tense shoulders ease up, the worried look in his eye fade away.

“What do you do as your career?” your grandma tried to lighten the mood. You glanced at Josh, and he could instantly feel like saying his true profession would definitely get even worse of a reaction from your grandparents, but you squeezed his hand, deciding to answer for him.

“He’s a drummer,” you stated proudly, trying on some confidence for once. “For a band called Twenty One Pilots. They’ve won many awards and have even hit the top charts a couple times. They’ve released four albums now and are working on even more music. He’s a very successful musician.”

“A rock band,” your grandpa rolled his eyes. “Typical.”

“That sounds splendid,” your grandma argued, elbowing your grandpa angrily, but still somehow managing to plaster a smile on her face. “I’m sure it’s a lot of fun making music and going on tours.”

“It is,” Josh answered hesitantly, still carefully eyeing your grandpa. You felt him hold your hand even tighter, and you hoped he wouldn’t be too offended, wishing that your grandpa would just forget about it and give Josh a second chance.

“I should play you one of their songs,” you quickly decided, coming up with an idea.

“No thank you,” your grandpa declined. “I’d much rather spare my already horrible hearing.”

“We would love to listen,” your grandma raised her voice, grabbing onto your grandpa’s arm and digging her nails in forcefully.

You quickly whipped out your phone, knowing exactly what song you were going to play. Josh looked at you quizzically, letting go of your hand and letting you type in the search box, but as soon as the first notes played, he broke out into a smile, the two of you both knowing very well that this was the right decision. “It’s called House of Gold,” you explained. Your grandfather’s angry frown quickly faded away, replaced by a look of confusion.

“That’s a damn ukulele,” he stated. “That’s not a rock band.”

“I never said it was a rock band,” you laughed. “I said it was a band. Tyler plays the ukulele and sings. Josh plays the drums.”

“It has a very nice melody,” your grandma commented, tapping her foot to the beat. “Are all your songs like this?”

“There’s a lot,” Josh nodded. “Tyler plays piano too.” He began to list off a couple songs, including The Judge, Ms. Believer, Truce, March To Sea, and Screen. You assumed they were probably also more lullaby sounding, ukulele or piano soothing, sweet melody tunes.

“I think I might start listening to a couple,” your grandma beamed. “You are a very talented boy, Josh.”

“I didn’t know bands these days used ukuleles,” your grandpa was still amazed. “I thought they screamed into microphones and used angry curse words all the time.”

“Not at all,” Josh shook his head, suddenly comfortable and relaxed. “In fact, Tyler who writes the lyrics, he doesn’t use curse words in any of the songs.”

“Well I approve,” your grandpa gave a slow nod. There was a loud beep coming from the oven, and your grandma’s eyes went wide.

“My word! I almost forgot about the cookies!” she cried, rushing to the kitchen.

“Take it easy,” your grandpa chuckled, going after her. You looked at Josh, who gave a light laugh, and then you both got up, him holding your hand again as you walked slowly to the kitchen.

“You okay?” you whispered. “Sorry my grandpa’s such a bum.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” he reassured. “I kind of expected it anyways.”

“They like you,” you insisted. “Don’t worry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he rolled his eyes. “Not everyone’s going to like me.”

“I know,” you murmured, looking up at him. “But I for one, I think I like you a lot.”

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“Maybe,” you blushed.

“Well I was kind of thinking this thing, the uh, the boyfriend thing… it doesn’t have to be a lie if you don’t want it to,” he suggested. “I mean, if your grandparents really do like me and you say you do too, I don’t see how it could possibly go wrong.”

“I really do like you Joshua Dun,” you smirked, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

His face turned bright red, his eyes wide with disbelief as you pulled back, before breaking out into a huge grin. “That was a lovely surprise,” he raised his eyebrows. “I think I could go for another one sometime.”

“Cookies are ready!” your grandma shouted happily from the kitchen.

“Another one another time,” you winked.

“It’s worth the wait,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both headed towards the kitchen, a fresh batch of Christmas cookies awaiting you.

Of Cows & Crushes

Wishing a very happy birthday to the amazingly talented, absolutely wonderful Kris ( @anamelesstraveler )! I am so lucky to be able to call you my friend, and I hope you have had an amazing birthday!

I wrote you some McHaleinski, because I was thinking about a scenario where Scott, Stiles and Derek would all need to be riding in the front seat of a truck, and then I started thinking about Large Animal Vet!Scott, and then @authorkurikuri wrote me an amazing fic yesterday with Vet!Scott and I knew it needed to happen. So, while this sadly does not have any McHaleinski riding in the front seat of a truck, it does have Dairy Farmer!Derek, Vet!Scott, and Librarian!Stiles (who is not doing anything related to his job whatsoever in this fic). 

Tags: Farm/Ranch AU, needles mention (Scott gives some cows vaccinations), brief mention of injuries on a horse


Derek’s walking the fence line when he hears the unmistakable sound of a diesel engine, probably half a mile away. It’s most likely Deaton, he’s supposed to be coming today to check on a couple of pregnant cows, vaccinate some calves, and inspect the injuries on his quarter horse Ollie’s hind legs from some old barbed wire he got tangled in last week. With his dog Bud on his heels he cuts across the pasture, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his tank top. The July sun seems hotter than it’s ever been, the heat bugs buzzing obnoxiously beneath his feet. As much as he likes Deaton, along with the vet comes a hefty bill, and milking cows doesn’t exactly a millionaire make. Not that there’s any place else on earth he’d rather be than on his farm with his cows, horses, chickens and dogs, but a money tree wouldn’t hurt. He can hear Laura’s voice in the back of his head telling him that she doesn’t have a problem spending her part of the insurance money, and that he’s absolutely ridiculous for only using a small portion of his third of it to rebuild the family’s farm house. He can’t seem to find the words to explain to her that he feels responsible for what happened to their family, for the fire that burned up his life. It just feels wrong to use the money that came from it. Of course, Laura would counter that by saying it’s wrong for him to continue living in exile for ten years after the fact.

Whatever. 

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