before you exit meet and greet

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

Princess of Mischeif

Pairing/Characters: Reader x Loki (Dad/Daughter Relationship), OFC (Candice – Mother) x Loki, Thor, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark (mentioned), Romanogers (If you squint),

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, swearing, violence, blood, death,

Summary: During a raid in a HYDRA Base, the team finds a teenage girl beaten up and clearly weak. They bring her back to the facility only to realise that she and Thor, share a certain family member. He comes back to fight the people who caused you pain and he’s not letting down.

Word Count: 2,449

Originally posted by luvn-loki

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Love Is Not Over

WORD COUNT: 3252

SUMMARY: You are Yoongi’s psychiatrist that helps him through his dark days, but what happens when your days become dark as well?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

chapter one

December 1, 2012

You laid in bed, with your eyes wide open, waiting for your alarm to go off. It was supposed to ring in only five more minutes, but you couldn’t wait that long, so you sprang out of bed and ran to the kitchen to get some coffee. Today was the first day of your career as a psychiatrist. You worked so hard to get to this day, and it had finally arrived. You got ready in less than twenty minutes, and rushed out of the door.

When you reached the building, you realized that the lights were still off and your car was the only one in the parking lot. You sighed, turned the volume of the radio in your car up, and anxiously tapped on your steering wheel, nervous for what the day might entail.

After what seemed like hours, you spotted your new boss’s car approaching the building. You hopped out of your car and waited at the door.

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About a Girl [6]

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue

One step forward, two steps back.

Caution: smut ahead.


“Please don’t go.”

As you were about to say no, you made the mistake at looking him in his eyes. You lost the ability to say no. You felt drawn to him. It was unexplainable. But that’s how you found yourself straddling his lap and your lips locked in a heated kiss. Adrenaline began to pump through your veins and cloud your judgement. 

You clutched the sides of his face to deepen the kiss. He grunted as you began to grind your hips against his. You could feel his hands grip your waist, essentially digging his nails into your flesh. Without any warning you were in the air. Mr. Kim’s hands holding your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips. The kiss never broke as he walked you towards his bedroom down the hall.

Once in the bedroom Mr. Kim kicked the bedroom door shut. He hurriedly made his way to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress once his legs hit the side of the mattress. You stared up at him, a cocky smirk gracing his lips. His hands went to the top of his shirt to begin unbuttoning it. You bit your lip in anticipation as you watched him. 

He had made it about halfway down his shirt when he sensed your growing impatience. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips before pulled you up to your feet. He changed positions with you by sitting on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and exposing his well toned chest. You wanted nothing more than to jump on him and have your way. 

“Strip for me,” he purred. 

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My Past, Present, and Future (Baekhyun)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Words: 5004

Request:  Can you please do a scenario where you and baekhyun are best friends,(but you have a secret crush on him) and you two became stranger after his debut. After 3 years, you two meet again as you got a job at SM. But for your bad fate he’s in love with someone. (at last he realiazed it was you he love).. I need a happy ending.. sorry for my bad english…

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this for the longest time, but I finally managed to get it done. There are some parts that I’m a little annoyed with, but it can’t be helped. I hope you enjoy.

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Ground Bound

@reioka mentioned a Stuckony wing fic idea and I am in love with it so I wrote a little something. (I hope you don’t mind that I ran with this) Might write more for this later, if I do the tag will be Flightless AU


Tony’s been in love with Steve Rogers since he first laid eyes on him. Steve was gorgeous, wings flared out in presentation with the light playing off his dark feathers. Tony wished that presentation was for him.

“Gorgeous Stevie.” Barnes replied, and his wings arched up, flaring out to reveal the blue undertones. Tony was instantly in love with the smirk on his face.

“Not so bad yourself.” Steve replied, teasing lilt in his voice. Tony nearly fell over in surprise when Bucky flapped his wings and dove for Steve.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Bucky whispers, and Tony looks away from the intimately private moment. Looks away from the beautiful display of blue on black wings. He sees his own wings out of the corner of his eyes. Sees the missing feathers. His wings drop down pulled tight against his back to hide their damage.

“I can’t believe we’re on the same squad.” Steve gloats, and Tony walks away as their lips meet. He finds the rest of the squadron milling around in a conference room.

“Hi.” Dr. Banner greets, wings lifting slightly in greeting. Tony admires the green streaks and Jewel tones with barely a hint of envy.

“Hello, your work on electron-collisions is unparalleled Dr. Banner, and I’m a huge fan of the way you turn into a rage monster.” Tony greets, there’s a shocked gasp from behind him.

“Fuck Doll, the mouth on you.” Barnes smirks at him, and Tony can feel his heart breaking.

“Bucky.” Steve mumbles, clearly outraged. There’s a blush coloring his cheeks, part of Tony wants to laugh.

“Gentlemen, if you don’t mind.” Natasha flares red wings feathers ruffled to look threatening. They take a seat. “Thank you.”

“Now, we’ve recently discovered a clan of dragon wings to the north who have been setting fire to our crops.” Nick Fury announces, his wings as always are hidden under a large trenchcoat though rumor has it he lost both during the last war.

“Dragon wings, but the dragon kingdom is to the South of here.” Tony points out, gesturing to the map. “The only people to the north are the flightless.”

“Are the Ground Bounds teaming up with the dragons?” Clint asks, Tony covers a flinch by pulling out his phone wings pulling tighter against his body. “No offense Stark.” He tacked on.

“None taken.” Tony shrugs. Bucky’s wings flared out in challenge though, and Tony notes the metal arching along the Bone for the first time.

“I take offense.” Bucky grits out. Clint holds his hands up, wings dropping down in submission.

“Sorry dude. The flightless might have teamed up with the dragons.” He offers. Steve drags Bucky back into his seat shooting death glares at Clint.

“Thank you for that Agent Barton. As I was saying, the dragons sighted to the north might be working with the flightless, although one of the ones sighted has known ties to a group called Ten Rings.” Fury continues, glaring at Clint. Tony’s wings snap out arching high, an attempt to intimidate Fury.

“Ten Rings?” He asks, conciously dragging his wings down and hoping nobody comments on the charred remains of his primaries.

“I know you have history Stark, but we need you on this one.” Fury says, eying him warily.

“What is ten rings?” Steve asks, voice authoritative. Tony admires the way his blue eyes seem to pierce the room trying to find the cause of contention.

“It’s an extremist group. They think feathers are weak, and deserve to be clipped.” Tony says, voice firm despite the slight tremor in his hands. “I ran into them a couple years back, now I’m ground bound.”

“Not to mention bound and determined to destroy them.” Clint comments, Tony’s eyes light up with anger and he nods.

“Damn right, Nick I need everything you have on them.” He demands. Bucky can’t help but find it hot.

“Stark, I gathered this group for a reason, you’re not going up against Aldrich Killian on your own.” Fury scolds. Tony rolls his eyes, chair tilting back.

“I could.” He grumbles. The others choose to ignore him, and he allows his attention to wander admiring the way Steve and Bucky’s wings brush against each other.

“Rogers, you’ll take lead on this. Stark I know I can’t keep you out of the fight, but your focus is technical work. Barton, Barnes you’re our snipers. Romanov is infiltration. Banner, the brain and the muscle.” Fury says, nodding shortly before exiting the room.

“Is that vibranium?” Tony asks, analyzing the flex of the metal on Bucky’s wings.

“What’s it to you?” Bucky grumbles. Tony shrugs, gesturing to his own charred wings as explanation. “Right.” He feels bad seeing the way Tony’s shoulders droop.

“My bad, should’ve been more sensitive.” Tony cedes. Steve wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulder and smiles at Tony.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” He greets. Tony smiles, wings lifting slightly.

“You as well.” He offers. “I’ll leave you two alone.” Steve looks ready to protest, but Bucky takes the opportunity to drag him into a kiss. Tony very much does not run away, charred wings nearly scrapping the floor.

Worth The Risk {Part 05}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

A/N: I know it took forever for me to get this up BUT it is twice as long as usual. Enjoy!

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

Word Count: 3244
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

(gif originally by @buckbarnesn)

As the days went by, you and Bucky got along surprisingly well.  Although you could tell he was still closing himself off, the two of you spent most of your time slowly getting to know one another.

On the first day you’d offered to accompany him to the lab. Bucky politely declined, assuring you that he’d be perfectly fine on his own. Steve was just a worry wart; he didn’t really need someone there with him. So instead you took to continuing your research in the labs, making Bucky promise that he would call if he ever needed something.

The days passed by and you and Bucky continued on with your own work. You’d made a habit of checking up on one another at the end of the day, meeting up at one of the two labs before walking to your small apartment together to have dinner and pass the time.

Bucky entered the small lab you’d claimed as your own and leaned against the wall, watching as you worked. If you hadn’t been so focused on the data in front of you, you would have noticed when he entered. Instead, you continued on working in silence as the taller man stood in your doorway.

Bucky cleared his throat with a grin and you swiveled around in your chair to face him. You looked down at your wristwatch in surprise, greeting him.

“You’re out early. Is everything okay?” you asked curiously, taking in his exhausted appearance.

Bucky nodded his head and made his way over to take a seat. As he all but sunk in to the chair you rolled your own closer to him, curling your legs up into your seat comfortably as you handed him your glass of water. He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip before answering your question.

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The sound of the jet landing had you sprinting through the corridors and out to the landing pad.  It had been two weeks since you had last seen him and when he had left it had been in the middle of a heated argument.  You had said things you didn’t mean, horrible, terrible things that he might never be able to forgive.  He had thrown insults back but you knew you had cut him deep.  That man was your best friend, meant more to you than anyone you had ever met but he knew exactly how to push your buttons.  You had watched him leave and then spent fourteen long days going from anger to guilt to worry back to a righteous outrage and certainty you had been right before settling on just desperation to see him and make sure he is alright.  

Crashing through the final door you raced towards the tired, dishevelled bunch that were exiting the jet.  His shirt was undone, nearly causing you to stop simply to admire his muscle definition, and as soon as he saw you racing past Nat and Steve he grinned.  Pulling you into his arms, your hands came up and gripped his hair, lips meeting in a passionate greeting that betrayed your true feelings for each other.  Breaking away you pushed him back.  “I’m still mad at you Barnes.” you say weakly.

“No you’re not.” he smirks and pulls you back into his embrace.

Come Back To Me // Remus Lupin

#15 - “I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.”

A/N: here you go @theremustohersirius :) hope you like it! sorry for the wait. 

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

You yawned, tugging at the sleeves on your sweater as you leaned against the wall outside of Professor McGonagall’s classroom. Today was Saturday, and a dreary one at that. Light, cold rain pattered on the windows and clouds loomed around the school, leaving it in a dark shadow. You’d slept in late today burrowed under you blankets, the misty morning not suitable for doing much. Usually, you and Remus spent Saturdays in Hogsmeade, but he’d gotten detention on Monday for some dumb prank he’d pulled on Slughorn with James. 

You would’ve gone yourself, but the weather wasn’t really suitable. Days like these were made for snuggling up with a good book by the window, not parading around Hogsmeade. It was almost twelve thirty, which was when Remus was supposed to get out of detention. He’d been there since eight. You were itching to crawl back into bed with him for a few more hours until the moon came out. 

You might have deemed today a bad day to be outside, but you had responsibilities that were much more important than a little rain. Tonight was a full moon, which meant Remus would be turning again. You were always around for nights like these. You couldn’t let him do it all by himself. You wouldn’t. You knew Remus was grateful, but it also scared him to have you so close to danger. He wouldn’t let you become an animagus, but after lots of arguing, finally allowed you to at least wait for him in the Shrieking Shack. 

You would never admit it to anyone, but you thought it was a good compromise and honestly didn’t know if you’d want to be any closer. It wasn’t that Remus scared you, it was the lack of control he had. At first, you’d had yourself convinced that if it ever came down to it, he wouldn’t hurt you. But one night, James stumbled into the Shack with a long, angry scratch down his abdomen and you’d changed your mind. You’d quickly realized that what Remus knew and what the wolf knew were two different things.Remus undoubtedly loved you, but that part of him knew no love, no emotion. There were no thoughts, no decisions, no restraint - just bloodlust and pain. You didn’t want to see him like that. 

The door in front of you creaked open, ripping you from your thoughts. Remus and James exited in deep conversation. You ran your fingers through your hair, walking over to meet your boyfriend. A grin grew on his face, “Hey, love.” 

“Hi,” you greeted as he snaked an arm around you. James smiled at you before departing off towards the dining hall. You looked up at Remus, “Hungry?” 

“No,” he answered. “I had a big breakfast since I knew I was going to be stuck in there until noon. Are you?” 

You shook your head, “No, I ate before I came.” 

He nodded, walking off in the direction of the Gryffindor tower. The halls around the two of you were vacant of people - students all at Hogsmeade and professors cooped up in classrooms making study plans for the following week. You and Remus walked in tranquility until you reached The Fat Lady. He announced the password and pushed through, leading you up to his dorm, making small talk about detention and asking you about your uneventful morning. 

As planned, you and Remus ended up lounging around in bed, getting in naps before the night to come. When the oranges and golds that accompanied dusk set in between the clouds, the rest of the Marauders appeared in the dorm room, all dressed accordingly of the weather. Wordlessly, you slipped into rain boots and one of Remus’ jumpers before following the four of them out. The walk to the willow tree was silent as usual. No one was enthusiastic or in any mood to talk nights like these. You weren’t sure there was anything else to do that wouldn’t unnerve Remus. 

You reached the Shrieking Shack eventually. Outside of the windows, lightning broke cracks into the darkness while thunder boomed close behind. It had began to rain much harder than the drizzle that had been dragged out all day long. It was a bad night for anything to be out - werewolf or not. You nibbled in the edges of your sleeves as Remus guided you upstairs, cracking his knuckles. 

“Remus…” you sighed at the top step, glancing out of the window as the rain pounded down harder. Somehow, the fear in your heart outweighed what your brain was telling you. That happened much too often. “I…I should be out there.” 

“No,” he replied quickly. “No, Y/N. I’m serious.” 

“I’m pretty sure Sirius is downstairs,” you countered.

Remus paid no attention to your jokes. “Do not leave this house, Y/N.” 

“Baby, please, I just-” you tried. 

“No!” he nearly shouted. “No, a thousand times, no. Listen, Y/N, I don’t have much more time. Promise me you won’t leave this house.” 

“I can’t just let you go out there alone,” you reasoned. “I’m so scared, Remus. You don’t understand.”

Sirius’ voice echoed from downstairs, “Come on, Moony! Three more minutes!” 

Remus sighed, pinching his nose. “I know you want to help, angel, I know. But the best way for you to help me is to stay here, where I know you’re safe. I know you’re scared, but so I am. I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.” 

You sighed, feeling more useless than ever. You knew Remus was right, but you wanted to be able to know he was okay. You were helpless in the Shrieking Shack, never knowing what was going on out there. Never knowing if he was alright. You shook your head and he repeated himself, “Promise me, Y/N. Right now. Promise me you won’t leave this house.” 

“I…” you mumbled. “I promise. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he said, relief flowing through his veins as he visually relaxed. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Come here, give me a kiss.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as James called for him at the bottom step. He leaned down to your height, catching your lips between his. The kiss didn’t last as long as you would’ve liked, but it was time for him to go. He pecked your forehead as he pulled away. Turning away from you, he got stepped down the first two stairs, fingertips centimeters from leaving yours. 

“Come back to me,” you said with a sad smile. 

He returned the favor, another strike of lightning reflecting in his eyes, “I always do.” 

Inspiration // Jaehyun

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd

word count: 1,278

author’s note: a close friend of mine convinced me with a lot of effort to post this, so i hope you guys enjoy!~ if you manage to really enjoy, you can always request~


Taking another sip of coffee, you sit at your desk, your free hand tapping on the dark wood. Though your mind is filled with ideas for the script, none of them work. It’s either too crazy, too bland, or just perfect—but with the wrong plot. “I can’t do anything…” you eventually mumble, burying your face in your hands while releasing a frustrated sigh. Lifting your head from your hands, you frown at your laptop screen, where all you can see is an empty document, absolutely nothing on it. “I’m going to get fired at this rate.”

You soon stand up, straightening out your pants after doing so. You pick up your phone and dial the first person you see; Jaehyun. He is a close friend, so he can hopefully help you get through this mess of work. Well, nonexistent mess of work, that is. After the first three rings, he picks up, though it feels like an eternity for you. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks.

“Well,” you start, a pout forming on your lips unconsciously. “You know that movie I’m writing the script for?” Jaehyun lets out a hum of acknowledgment. “Yeah, well, it’s not going as planned. See, I have absolutely nothing written down, so I was wondering if I could come over and maybe have a break for a little while. If I stay cramped in my apartment, I’ll just keep going back at it and losing my mind.”

He chuckles before answering. “Yeah, sure. I’m free for today and I’m sure the guys won’t mind, so feel free to. I missed having you around anyways.” You can sense the smirk on his face; he knows how easily you get flustered, and he’s constantly doing it.

With a small blush painted on your face, you quickly reply with a “thanks, you’re the best,” before hanging up. Jaehyun laughs on the other end, amused by you abruptly hanging up.

You exit your car and walk up to the front door, ringing the doorbell and patiently waiting. You don’t do too much waiting, as, pretty much as soon as you rang the doorbell, it’s being opened, and you’re greeted by the one and only Jung Jaehyun. “Hey!” he says, grinning brightly.

“Hi,” you sheepishly reply, still as awkward as you were the day you met him. You can remember meeting him as if it happened earlier today.


As you were peacefully writing away at another script (one that wasn’t important, since you were just hoping to pass the time), the ringing of your phone easily grabbed your attention, especially since it looked to be the number of another entertainment company. Since it wasn’t often you got calls like this, you pick the phone up almost right away, your heart beating rapidly with excitement. To your surprise, it was an actual entertainment group, but this time it wasn’t another accident. They actually wanted you to help write something for their newest group, NCT, the unit being NCT 127.

Excitement coursing through your blood, you gratefully accept, proud of yourself for scoring such an honorable job. Okay, to most it might not seem honorable, but for a small screenwriter such as yourself, you couldn’t help but want to jump up and down and let out so many squeals like a eleven-year-old girl going to see One Direction live.

You ended the call with a “thank you,” and immediately called your friends, telling them the exciting news. They all congratulated you, all of them saying something along the lines of “I’m so proud of our little girl, going so far in life!” which made you roll your eyes, considering you were only a few weeks younger than the next youngest.

You were told to meet them the next day at their building. You looked up how to get to the building and couldn’t fall asleep for almost four hours, far too excited to peacefully drift away to your dreamland.

You woke up the next day feeling hurried, rapidly getting ready, your normal shower being cut down to just five minutes, as you woke up a little later than you hoped for. You eventually were ready, cursing at yourself as you ran out the door. Once you reached S.M Entertainment, you scurried inside and was greeted by their secretary, who walked fastly to the meeting room you had to be at. Though she was very quiet, you were still extremely thankful for the help you got.

The meeting went by smoothly, but they were nervous about you writing anything, since you knew almost nothing about the boys, so they set up a scheduled time to meet them later that day. And when you did meet them, you were a stuttering mess, but Jaehyun and the others were helpful, and the rest was history.


Breaking out of the silence, Jaehyun realizes the two of you had been staring at each other silently, apparently too scared for once to talk to each other. “Oh, um, come in!”

Once the two of you are inside and lounging on the couch, he speaks up again. “So, what’s got you so frustrated?” he asks, noticing the, admittedly adorable, pout on your lips, which you only did if you were frustrated or focused, and clearly, you are not focused at all right now.

You sit up and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees while your hands a clasped together. “Basically, this stupid movie has such a cheesy ass plot I have no idea how to write anything for it.” He laughs.

“How is this a ‘cheesy ass movie’ exactly?”

You take a deep breath before responding. “Basically like any love story is, except the two lovers are both male. I could easily write for that much, but how the fuck am I supposed to script a kiss? I have no idea how to script a kiss. Isn’t it just, like, I don’t know, they know when they’re supposed to kiss and how to, but when I told the director that he said it wasn’t enough, that I didn’t make the kiss heated enough or descriptive enough!”

“It seems like you’re struggling a bit. Say, Y/N, have you ever kissed anyone?” You blush and look down, timidly shaking your head no. “See, that’s why!” You tilt your head in curiousity, not understanding what he means. “What I’m saying is that you have no idea how to script a kiss because you’ve never kissed anyone!”

“Oh! That makes sense. But who am I gonna kiss? The guy I like clearly isn’t interested, so I have no idea what to do…” You notice Jaehyun frown at that last sentence, but you figure that it’s just your imagination making things up, so you mentally scold yourself for easily coming up with things like that, but not things that are necessary for your career.

Jaehyun has a war with his mind, unsure if he should do what he wants to do. He hesitates, but he slowly finds himself leaning in towards you, and you’re soon doing the same. His lips end up on yours, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as you slowly kiss him back. He remembers you mentioning the kiss needing to be heated, so his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You let him enter your mouth, and your tongues dance together in the now heated kiss. You’re the first to pull away from the breathless kiss. You smile, blushing yet again.

“I don’t think I have enough inspiration yet,” you say, which is quickly interrupted by multiple short pecks all over your face, before he pulls you in for yet another kiss.

I Would Never Call It Love 2

Since I just saw pictures of Calum and Nia kissing I’m going to make a really sad blurb right now to go with my dark soul and tears. Also partly inspired by nerdymuke on tumblr and their “through the years” story, so go check them out. Ok, enjoy.

part 1

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One month later…

Calum was enjoying the first month of his world tour with his best friends. He also enjoyed the new found time with his front band, which mostly consisted of girls. The drummer, with her colorful hair, big lips, and puppy eyes, really caught his attention. His skin would get bumpy at the touch of her hand on his, his arms neatly wrapped around her thin waist so easily, his smile came naturally as a result of her presence and laughter. She could feel the growing tension as well, loving every moment she got to spend with this golden boy.

Y/N, on the other hand, was living a life of full regret. She had only gone out once since her and Calum’s last exchange, which resulted in her crying in the vodka infused punch bowl to random people who passed about her sadness. She was eventually kicked out onto the cold streets, and slept on a nearby park bench that night with no recollection of anything that night. She had skipped classes because she was physically too ill to attend, not because she had a cold or flu, but because her crying kept her up all night. She would never get any sleep, and couldn’t breathe out of her nose or talk normally because her throat was scratched from the screaming that would accompany her cries. Thank God she lived alone. She also missed many days of work because of this as well, but never more than she missed school. She still had to put food on her table.

The urge to call him, the urge to run over to his place and bang on the door to be let in, knowing full well he wasn’t home, was beginning to break her down. She never knew pain could hurt this bad when the person who you’re hurting over was never really yours. I mean, who would know? She had deleted all the pictures, texts, etc. the night they last encountered each other so there was nothing to help mend her heart, she absolutely had nothing of his or anything that remotely reminded her of him. She forgot his signature scent, the curves in his biceps, his squishy cheeks, his touseled dark curls, his errupting laughter. And all of it, she missed deeply.

The boys felt uneasy once they saw Calum falling for Nia so quickly after what last happened with Y/N. Of course, they never knew of what happened behind closed doors, but they knew something was going on. They weren’t just friends that would ‘go out for coffee’ or ‘go out for brunch’ every week, or so Calum would say, for 6 hours at a time. Ashton knew better than anyone, and he saw texts that proved his thoughts right. He wondered why Calum was so broken once the plane had annouced their departure, tears instantly slipped from his eyes while looking down at a phone with no notifications. And once he saw Calum’s eyes fall on Nia with such interest, he knew it was about Y/N.

Soon, the boys would be stopping at their next show which was in Chicago. For hours Ashton contemplated contacting Y/N via Twitter since he followed her, asking her if she’d like to come to the show. He would pay for her ticket, hotel, and backstage pass so she could see Calum again after a little over a month, and spark whatever they had that left his poor Cal in tears. Ash knew he would have to be sneaky though, making sure Calum wouldn’t take his phone or overhear conversations with her. But in the end, he sent her a message.

Her face lit up like a christmas tree in the dead of night. Her heart raced to a million beats, and her head pounded every corner of her brain. She couldn’t believe it. The offer, the reasoning behind it, everything. At first, she absolutely declined. Telling Ashton, “No. Absolutely not. I haven’t nothing to say to him, and want nothing to do with him. Sorry, but thanks for the offer.” Then Ashton laid down the heavy card. “But he cried over you. For the first few days he sat by himself being quiet and looking at his phone for some kind of message from you. I’ve always been suspicious of you two, and now I know what’s been going on.” If that didn’t make her want to jump out of her apartment window, then she didn’t know what would. Eventually she gave in upon hearing about Calum’s distress. Maybe they had both been going through the same motions, but were both too incredibly stubborn to admit it. I mean, it took so long for Calum to even come clean about his feelings, so she knew it would take him longer to tell her about what he’s been going through now. Or so she thought.

With sunglasses on her face a luggage on her hand, she drove in a taxi to the hotel Ashton rented a room for her in. Her hands began to get clammy, realizing she was in the same vicinity as Calum once again, and she could see him anytime before her big concert reveal. Ashton messaged her once she was settled in the room, telling her to be ready by 4 so her uber that he payed and sent for her, can pick her up and take her to the venue for soundcheck where he’d give her the concert ticket, backstage pass, and of course a hug for goodluck.

Once she was dressed in a skin tight black long sleeve dress with matching thigh high boots, she was picked up right on time by her friendly uber. She exited the car only to be pulled by a tall muscular man with a shirt that read ‘security’ on it, and pushed inside the venue. Ashton greeted her by catching her before she could fall due to the security’s hard push.

“Whoa there,” she laughed while catching her, “sorry about that. Security is pretty solid for us.” He lifted her up to her knees, as she brushed off her dress and smiled shyly at him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, properly at least.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to retreive what she came to meet him for.

“You as well.” He was about to hand her the ticket and pass, but she put her hand on top of his to signify to stop before he could fully put it in her hands.

“I knew Calum the best, but I just want you to know that I actually do really enjoy your band and music. All of you are so talented, and in no way was I befriending Calum for fame or anything.” Ashton gave her a confused look, and she slightly chuckled. “I know you guys have probably had people in your life come in and out because all they wanted was 15 minutes of fame with you guys. But that’s why I kept myself out of the spot light, and it wasn’t just Calum’s decision. I didn’t want any of you seeing me like that because I genuinely liked you guys.” He smiled brightly at her, molding her hand to fit around the contents in his hand.

“We have our fair share of that with the guys’ girlfriends on this tour.” Y/N laughed loudly. A real laugh, one she didn’t know she could still make after the month of complete darkness she was in not too long ago. “Now, go sit in the back of soundcheck, make sure to keep your head down so that way when you go back stage Calum is truly surprised, and then enjoy the concert then go to the right hand of the front of the stage so the security can take you to come see us.” She nodded, giving him the big comforting hug they both needed.

She did as Ashton said, and sat in the very last row of soundcheck, on the side Calum wasn’t sitting in front of. She saw him emerge from backstage in his navy tank, black jeans and messy hair. A small gasp left her mouth before she quickly put a hand over it. He looked better than he did when he left, if that was even possible in a months time. But she knew she had to keep her composure, so she sat with her hair slightly in her face, but looking up enough to witness his beauty.

A fan 2 rows in front of you asked a question that got your head to shoot all the way up, not caring if he saw you or not, because the answer to this question was vital.

“Do you miss anyone that isn’t with you on tour now? I mean obviously your family but anyone else?” Calum let out a sigh, and waiting a rather long time before he answered, truthfully.

“Yeah of course I miss my family. My mum, dad, sister, even a few of my cousins. But other than that, no. I don’t miss anyone.“ Y/N looked over at Ashton who saw her from his periferal, and he looked scared. He gulped, causing his Adams apple to bob up and down, and his jawline sharpened. Her fingers crept inward, and were making sharp indents on her palms. Her breathe hitched, and without thinking, her legs straightened, making everyone, even the boys, look at her, and in a flash her back was facing them and began walking out.

“Y/N stop, don’t leave.” She heard over the speakers, freezing in her tracks with her back still facing them. Her mouth fell slightly open, with puffs of air escaping them. She could feel herself shaking, tears daring to pour out of her eyes. She looked back to find Calum standing up quickly, making his mic fall to the floor. She couldn’t look at him for more than a second before she was whisked away by another tall muscular guy wearing a shirt that said ‘security’…

The boys had finished their soundcheck about 20 minutes after the whole incident. Y/N had been sitting on the small couch they were given backstage, and soon she saw Ashton cut through the dark curtain seperating the stage from backstage, and scolded her with dark eyes. He couldn’t even get a word in before Calum practically tore the curtain from the ceiling as she stomped toward me. He grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet before taking me to a room filled with the bands clothes, instruments, and hair products. It was big and spacious, which meant there was tons of room for yelling.

Calum slammed the door before speaking. “What the hell is your problem?” He screamed at her, getting in her face, and in an instant she pushed his broad shoulders away from her, walking on the other side of the couch inside the room so she could have a barrier.

“What the hell is my problem? You’re the one bruising my arm, slamming doors, and screaming in my face! I thought you’d be happy to see me!”

“No Y/N, I’m not! Once I’m happy and finally starting to get over you, you decide to come back and be here! Well news flash Y/N I don’t want you here, at all!”

“Well I didn’t want to come here either alright. Ashton contacted me saying how sad you’ve been because of what happened between us because Calum, he knows you better than anybody, and he knows what’s been going on between us. And I’m not going to lie, I’ve been a mess without you. So I thought coming here would help me realize why I felt so low but I knew the reason the whole time.” By now, Y/N was crying. Tears hit the couch, and her head hung low. Calum crossed his arms with tension, waiting for her answer.

“I’m in love with you too, Calum. I don’t know why it took me so long or why I never said it, but I mean it now. I’m in love with everything about you, everything I’ve gotten to know about you, every flaw and every perfection of you.”

“Well I’m not in love with you, so leave.” He said defensively. She choked back on her tears, looking up at him to find him much closer in front of her than before, his eyes baring into her own. All she saw was black, no feeling, no sympathy for her travels to come and tell him this.

“W-wha-“

“I told you. I’m over you. And I mean it. I actually have someone else right now in my life that has, in a way….replaced you. She’s the drummer of our front band, and she makes me feel more loved than you ever made me feel.” Her hand caught up to her mouth to avoid loud screams from coming out like the ones she experienced in the silence of 2 AM, and Calum still felt no sympathy.

“Calum c’mon! We’re about to go on stage!” You heard a girl’s voice errupt from behind the dressing room door, and in a giggly voice as well. Knowing fully well of who it was, Y/N grabbed at her hair by her temples before pacing the inside of the room.

“I’ll be out in a minute babe!” He yelled before reaching for the door knob.

“Calum no wait please-“ Y/N ran toward him and pulled his hand into hers before he could open the door. As if he knew the affect he now had on her, he left his hand in hers for a few seconds, before roughly pulled it back with a tense look staring down at her.

“I’m sorry you made the trip all the way out here, only to be disappointed.” He opened the door and stepped halfway out before speaking again. “At least now, you know what it feels like.”

With another slam to the door, Y/N huffed out the last bit of air she could muster from her lungs, as she felt like Calum was choking her and she couldn’t breathe at all. Now she was the one left in a dimly lit room. Oh boy, she caught feelings and she knew the feelings she felt for Calum would be just that, feelings.

crazygirl107  asked:

47. With Jughead?

“I love you and I am terrified.”
Jughead stared at his reflection in the mirror and shook his head.
“Jesus, I’m so stupid,” he muttered to himself, anxiously running his hand through his hair. “This is stupid, I shouldn’t do this.” He shook his head in attempt to clear his thoughts. Exiting the dingy diner bathroom, Jughead returned to his booth where he was meeting you. In anticipation of what he was going to tell you, Jughead arrived at the diner an hour earlier than the time you two had agreed upon. Now, it was just minutes away before you would enter Pop’s. Jughead had never been so terrified in his life.
“Hey, Jug,” you greeted, jolting him from his thoughts. He looked up at you and smiled.
“Hey, (Y/N).”
“So you said you wanted to talk about something?” you inquired, your eyebrows slightly furrowing. Jughead nervously shifted in his seat.
“Yeah,” he drawled. “Yeah I do, I just… can we order first? I’m starving.” You laughed at your food-loving friend and nodded.

It had been an hour and Jughead still hadn’t told you. He could feel the sentence clawing at his insides, crawling up his throat, desperate to be said. He swallowed his feelings.
“Jug,” (Y/N) stopped the conversation they were having, “you told me to come here tonight to talk about something important. Not that I don’t love spending time with you, but if you have something to say, you should get it off your chest.” Jughead’s eyes widened, in both admiration and shock, at his best friend. He took in a deep breath.
“(Y/N),” he finally said. “(Y/N). You’re my best friend.” You smiled at him. “And I don’t even want to ruin that. But lately I’ve felt like things are changing, and I… I…” He stopped for a moment, collecting himself. “I love you and I am terrified.”
“You…” you didn’t know how to react. “You… love me?” Jughead nodded, unable to say anything else. You looked at your best friend sitting across from you, the boy who had always stuck by your side. He was the boy who was your first friend, the boy who you constantly confided in, the boy who was always the first person you’d run to. He was the boy you fell in love with.
“Jug,” you said after a moment of contemplation, “I love you, too.”

Torn (T)

Summary: You’ve known Chanyeol for 12 years and been friends with him for 7. You’ve chosen not to study abroad only because of him. Moving in with your best friend was supposed to be a dream come true, but it only created an avalanche of feelings, frustrations and cravings. Will you be able not to fall for him in the end?

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Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol | ft. TaeHyung, Wendy, Lisa

Word count: 2815

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Humor, future smut

Notes: I will update this every Tuesday. enjoy :)

It seems like waking up it’s never something mundane for you lately. It is repetitive, because you do it as everybody else every morning, but it looks like, each time, it’s different and more times than never, it’s unexpected.

When you open your eyes the first thing you notice is a strange weight on your body and a hand firmly pressed on your abdomen. You tiredly turn your neck and see Chanyeol’s face, his nose snuggled I the crook of your neck. He seems to be still sleeping, which surprises you. You carefully extend your hand to pick the phone from the night stand and open it to check the time.

“10:30” you mumble and your head falls back on the pillow.

You don’t have classes until 12, but you’re not very certain about the other’s routine. You’re supposed to meet with TaeHyung in front of the faculty’s gates and afterwards go with him to a “restaurant” that you suppose it’s only a fast food in reality. The reality is always darker than dreams. You’ve tested it on your own skin.  

Needing to brake the embrace, you try to push Chanyeol aside, but his body is too big and heavy.

“Yeolie…hey, wake up…” you whisper and gently rock him back and forth.

Mumbling some unintelligible words, he finally opens his eyes and looks in a daze across the room and then at you. He lazily rubs his face and the stubble is visible in many spots.

“What time is it?” he grubbily asks, pressing his face into your t-shirt.

“10:35 now.” you say.

“Crap!”-he says and immediately stands up from the bed, almost falling on the floor from getting his foot stuck into the sheets- “How the fuck did I sleep this much. I never sleep this much. Never. Crap!” he continues and brushes his hands through his raven hair “I’ll miss the first class. Heck, I was supposed to be on my way to school.” he shouts.

And even though his very confused and scared state is not supposed to be funny, you still giggle, receiving a pillow thrown at you in return.

“Don’t laugh and why the fuck didn’t you wake me up earlier? The heck, Y/N, don’t stand there and laugh like an idiot!”

His usually deep voice is now particularly husky and adenoidal, which makes you even more amused.

“Because I woke up when you woke up. I’m not a medium. If you want to get to class, you better hurry.” you say, knowing that probably later he would admonish you some more.

“Fuck!” he yelled and brushed his fingers through his hair once again. “I don’t even know why you slept here!” he says while pacing through the room.

“I fell asleep…calm down.”

“Calm down? I’m never late, especially during the second day of school.” Chanyeol says and kicks the bed with his foot.

And this is how the morning started both of you, for one better and for the other worse. And maybe somehow good for both of you.

After a couple more minutes of hearing Chanyeol cursing while getting dressed from his room, while you were patiently waiting for him in the living room, and after some other 30 minutes of getting ready, you finally get to school where TaeHyung is already waiting for you.

“Hello, hello! How ya doin’?” he says and you kick him in the chest.

“Hi! Good. I slept well.” you say.

That was the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a while and you wonder if it’s all because of Chaneyol. You try not to think too much about it.

“Oh, is someone guilty for that?” he asks and gives you one of his weird, boxy grins.

“No…” you say, embarrassed that he is probably right.

You feel a buzz in your pocket and pick the phone, already knowing that the message could be from one of these two people: your mother or Chanyeol. This time was Chanyeol, with a freakishly lengthy message. For him, anyways.  

“That must be a very funny conversation.” Tae says and you finally look at him again, still smiling.

“Uhm…not really.” you say.

“Okay, if you say so.”

TaeHyung grabs you once again by the shoulders and you only giggle in response, directing you towards the entrance. You finally get to your first class, held in quite a big classroom, like the ones you see in movies and you both go to the back of the room, especially because the place is surprisingly crowded.

“Wow, people really want to learn. “ TaeHyung says.

You see approaching your spot a girl dressed in a nice floral dress and blonde hair and you must admit that she’s really pretty. She stops exactly besides you and clears her throat before she finally speaks:

“Hey! Is this spot free…there are a lot of weird dudes everywhere else.” -TaeHyung immediately bursts out in laughter, almost as to prove her point regarding the guys.

“Hi! Yes, sure.” you say, kicking Tae’s foot with quite a bit of force.

“I’m Wendy, by the way.”

“Y/N and this one is TaeHyung.” you say, trying to give her a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you.” she says, but your friend hasn’t yet to stop laughing like an idiot. “Uhm, is he alright?”

“Yeah, just a couple more kicks and he’ll be just fine.” you say.

You hit him in the shin one more time and it seems like the pain is stronger, because he stops laughing and starts to massage his injured body part.

“Auch. You are barbaric. Nice to meet you, Wendy!” he finally says and shakes her hand a little bit too forcefully.

And this is how you’ve made your second friend, without even wanting to. Now, to the fancy lunch there aren’t going two people, but three. You were right to think there wasn’t going to be any restaurant involved, but a fast food near the school. Nonetheless, you didn’t complain, especially because TaeHyung payed for half of your food, saying that this way, there’s equality.

When you get home, you are exhausted and the last thing you need is a still angry Chanyeol in your living room, looking at you as if he wants to kill you.

“This was the shittiest day ever.” he says, kicking a sock with his foot. “And the fuck is a sock over here…you’re dirty, really.”

“Mine was fine. I’ve told you about TaeHyung.” you say and sit right next to him “But today I met someone else, a girl, Wendy. You know, she’s really pretty.” you continue, aware of the effect your words will have on him.

“You must present her to me.” he says with a smirk.

“Of course. What do we have to eat? You said before we left that you’ll be in charge of cooking.”

“And you in charge of cleaning and your room already looks like a mess. You know you’ll have to wash the clothes at some point, right? And I won’t do it for you, for that matter.” he says and you roll your eyes at him.

“Sure. But you still have to cook.” you say.

“And you to clean, yourself and the rest of the place.” he says and comes to grab you by the middle, pinching without mercy your skin.

“Auchhh! Stop it!” you squirm under his touch, but he doesn’t let you go.

His hold is even stronger and more painful and you try to kick him in the foot to make him let go of you. That doesn’t have any effect, so you punch him with your elbows in the belly. He finally lets you go and now the pain is spreading in your entire lower region.

“You’re nuts. Nuts, do you hear me. I’m sorry for the idiot who will marry your egotistical ass.” you say, rubbing your sides.

“Why pity her? She’ll have her reasons to stay.” he says and smirks.

“Dickhead.”

“You’re getting closer.” Chanyeol says.

You jump on him and hit him with your hands in the head, but he quickly immobilizes your arms, leaving you defenseless.

“Why are you doing this? You know I’m stronger than you.” he says, squeezing your hand even harder.

“I give up, you jerk!!”

The evening goes on normally, without any other altercations and this time both of you sleep in your own beds, even though you don’t want to admit that you miss the warmth of his body next to yours.

During the weekend, TaeHyung suggests for the three of you to meet up and because you know you’ll probably have the apartment all for yourself on Saturday, you invite them to your place.

You’re quite excited and anxious in the evening of their coming and Chanyeol can obviously sense that.

“So, you want me so badly out of the house because you’ve found someone to do some fun stuff with?” he asks you from the bathroom.

“No. My two “friends” are coming over. That’s all. Why do you have to make everything so…dirty?” you ask him.

“Because you need to have sex. Seriously. This is not healthy. And if I give you the approval, you can go ahead and you know, do the business. Even a threesome is good.”

“Jerk!” you yell at him but Chanyeol only laughs in response.

“You’ve been in the freaking bathroom for an hour. You’re worse than a girl.” you say, and go to him to hit his butt.

“Auch! Well, if I want to get some tonight, I must look good, don’t you think.” he says and finally he comes out of the place he could call his second bedroom.

“I hate the shirt.” you tell him.

“You know nothing about fashion.”

“Well I know that the color is ugly. And the design. Dear God! With that no chick will want to fuck you.” you say and poke your tongue at him.

“They all want.” he says.

You both hear a knock at the door and your heartbeat accelerates. Before you could make it to open it, Chanyeol has already opened it.

“Hello! Welcome!” he greets them. “I’m Chanyeol. You must be Wendy and you TaeHyung. Nice to meet you.” he says.

“Hellooo! Nice place, Y/N.” TaeHyung says as he gives you a bear hug when you come near them.

“Well, I’m leaving. Don’t destroy the place.” Chanyeol says and exits without another word.

“He’s hot.” Wendy says when the door is closed. “Your boyfriend is freaking hot and cute at the same time. And so tall.”

“He’s actually not my boyfriend. We’re only friends. Best friends.” you say and can’t help but blush at her words.

But when you see their shocked face, you start laughing. In reality, what you find why more surprising is the idea of being together with him.

“You’re lying. You’re red.” TaeHyung says.

“I’m red because both of you thought we are together. We’re not. Not all best friends turn into freaking couples.” you say and throw yourself on the couch.

“Well, at least have you done, you know, stuff?” he asks and you can only roll your eyes at him, still incapable to get rig of the rosiness.

“You’re an idiot.” Wendy says and sits right next to you. “So, what’s in stock for today?”

“Well, we could watch a movie-” you say.

“Or, we could watch a stupid movie and take a shot every time someone says something for the millionth time.” TaeHyung says, obviously very proud of his idea.

“A shot of what? Water?” you ask but only then you notice the plastic bag on the floor.

“Vodka. And some beer. But vodka is better.” he says and puts the bottles on the small table.

“You’re out of your mind.” you say but don’t try to contradict his idea.

You’ve never gotten smashed or remotely drunk, so this is a start for you.

The middle of the night catches you unsure of how you’ve ended up with the head on TaeHyung’s lap and him sleeping with his head fallen onto his chest. Or how Chanyeol and Wendy ended up on the other corner of the couch, still making out, like it was their last day on planet earth. You are feeling dizzy and disoriented, but even in that state, you can’t suppress the jealousy that is beginning to envelop you. You’ve never really seen him kiss anybody, but now, when one of your supposed friends was straddling your best friend and one of his hands were down her skirt, you just needed to puke from various reasons. Way too clearly you can hear the light moaning sounds coming from Wendy and some guttural ones from Chanyeol. Something keeps your eyes glued to the scene in front of you, even though you don’t want to look at them anymore. It somehow hurts you, but there’s not time for pain because you rashly run to the bathroom when you feel a bitter taste in your mouth.

After a long couple of minutes of sitting before the toilet bowl, you hear footsteps coming towards you.

“You need help?” you hear TaeHyung ask you.

“Nope. I think the entire content from my stomach is right here…” you say.

“Come here.” he says and brings you into a warm embrace. “It’s going to be alright…you should have told me that you’ve never drank.”

“I was embarrassed.” you mumbled into his shirt. “Are they still, you know…”

“Yeah. Don’t pay attention to them, okay? You should sleep. I’m going home…” TaeHyung says and makes a move to break the hug, but you don’t let him do so.

“You can sleep here…it’s too late and I suppose you’re drunk too…”you say.

“Y/N…”

“Pretty please.” you say and you feel like he has accepted your request.

“Okay.”

You have fall asleep immediately and wake up late the next morning, with TaeHyung sleeping glued to your back, one foot thrown over yours.

“Tae. Take your foot. I can’t feel mine.” you say.

He doesn’t hear you, but you really don’t want to wake him up, so you try to make your way out of the bear hug, without disturbing him.

“Success!” you say and lay both your feet on the floor.

You’re about to go to the living room, when you remember the scene from last night. “Shit!” you mumble and then you hear TaeHyung shift in the bed.

Y/N…am I alive or dead?” he asks you.

“Alive. Unfortunately.” you say, turning to look at him.

You are unsure what to do. Stand like a fool in the middle of the room or go to the bathroom or living room?

“I can’t remember much. Maybe just you puking.” he says and stands up, his legs quite shaky. “I have a headache. You?”

“Two.”

“Crap! Just slap me when I have such more amazing ideas.” he says and come to hug you from behind, lying his head on your shoulder. “Why are you standing like that? Hmm…”

“Well, in the other room there’s probably Wendy and Chanyeol and I just don’t want to see them-I mean, I might be wrong but…”

“I don’t remember a thing, God! Chaneyol came and had sex with her?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” you say and move away from him. “You stink. Badly.”

“You too. Come on. What’s the worst that can happen? See a pair of boobies, a dick and maybe another vagina.”

“Yuck! TaeHyung. Don’t be disgusting.”

“It’s natural.”

“Yeah, like letting your drunk friend fuck your other, probably sober, friend. What friends are we?”

“Drunk?”

You don’t say anything else and finally step into the hallway and quickly into the living room, where you can see only Wendy and not Chanyeol. And for your surprise, she’s fully clothed.

“See, she’s fine.” TaeHyung says.

You go straight to her and even though you know you are being brutal, you do wake her up, just to make sure that everything is alright.

“Y/N? God, I have such a bad headache and it’s all your fault, TaeHyung! You’re such an idiot!” she says and throws a pillow towards him, but it only falls on the ground.

Her eyes are bloodshot red and her breath stinks, but other than the obvious things, Wendy does seem alright, as alright as a hungover person can be.

“Are you okay?” you ask her.

“Yeah, dizzy, but fine.”

“And you don’t remember anything from last night?”

“Oh, if you’re talking about your friend, Chanyeol, nothing more than kissing happened between us. And I’m pretty sure about that.” she says and you can only sigh in relief.

At this point, you’re not totally sure whether or not choosing to stay in Seoul with Chanyeol was the best idea. Because until now, nothing has been going as smoothly as you thought. And Chanyeol has remained the same person, not changing one bit. After last night, your certainty is even shakier than before.

Extra notes: I didn’t think that I would upload this today, but I I had written most of it, I just needed to proof read and change a few things here and there. As I said, Chanyeol is inspired by my best friend and most of the fights or things he says, are taken from real life events. Anyways, at some points is harder than it seems to write about my relationship with my bf, which I know is far away from great, but I got used to him and him to me. End of the ramble. 

Feel free to tell me what you think about it, I very much appreaciate feedback :)

morning routine

Some more about Noct and his boys, this time in what I’ve lovingly called the “Biker Boyfriends!AU”. The biker part will come into play for the later fics~


“Come on, Kitten,” Nyx whispered softly, his hand coming to push midnight dark hair out of bleary blue eyes, “Time to wake up. You have classes, remember?”

A muffled whine answered him as Noct wrapped himself tighter around him, seeking the warmth of Nyx’s bare torso. He held in a shudder when he felt cold fingertips settle at the base of his spine, the rest of Noct’s arms hidden in one of Gladio’s hoodies, worn soft by years of use.

A green eye grumpily slitted open at the disturbance of its perch before Kar buried his head back in the crook of his owner’s neck, tail lashing just the slightest bit before settling. Like owner, like pet, Nyx thought with amusement as he watched the tiny russian blue.

He tried once more to wake Noctis, shaking him this time. At the beginning of their relationship, he had used kisses as incentive to get him out of bed, but had quickly left this method for the weekends after the first glorious tries. As it turned out, it had a higher chance of getting Nyx back into bed than Noctis out of it.

“I made coffee,” Nyx said enticingly, running his hand up and down his back, “And Gladio was in a good mood this morning, so he brought back pastries.”

He smirked when it got a reaction out of the cuddle monster curled in his lap. Noctis’ back arched a little as he stretched, arms reflexively tightening around Nyx’s waist. The sight made a different type of shiver run down his spine, which was not helped by the kiss Noct placed just above the waistband of his pants. Nyx pulled on a lock of hair reprovingly, but could not help the fond smile that broke through when Noct looked up at him with sleepy but wicked eyes.

“Nuh-huh, no trying to distract me” Noctis mock-pouted at this, heavy lids lending the expression a particular twist that Nyx never did quite manage to resist. He internally sighed in relief when Noctis relented, and started throwing back the covers while taking care to avoid disturbing Kar too much. Nyx didn’t fancy having to deal with Gladio’s smug face if he had to come and get them out of bed himself. again.

“You’re no fun”

“I’m plenty fun, just not right now” Nyx replied, finally pulling him for a kiss now that he was up and about. Noct let out a little hum of approval when Nyx’s fingers lifted his hoodie just the slightest bit to meet the skin of his sides. The sound turned into one of disappointment when Nyx released him with one last peck on the lips and handed him the cup of coffee he had left to cool for a bit on the nightstand. The routine following Noct’s ridiculous study nights was a well-worn one by now.

“Come on now, go eat and then we’ll drop you off” Noctis smiled in thanks before taking a sip, and took a moment to rub a hand down Kar’s back before exiting the bedroom.

The sight that greeted him was well worth the trouble of getting up. Nyx and Gladio shirtless first thing in the morning was a perfect way to start the day after all.

Gladio’s attention was focused on the push ups he was doing in the middle of Noct’s living room, back glistening slightly from exertion, but the sound of the bedroom door opening made him throw out a quick greeting. Still, he braced himself knowing what was going to happen, smirk threatening to overtake his face.

Noctis wandered over to him, sock-clad feet whispering against the floor, before naturally perching himself on his tattooed back, snatching a scone from the nearby coffee table as he did. Gladio’s only reaction was a soft grunt, his pace barely altered by the added weight on his back.

Nyx truly enjoyed seeing Noctis’ ability to make himself at home on any and all members of their little group in action, especially when it was not used to tease him. The man went to fetch himself a second cup of coffee and leaned on the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, phone at the ready. It was always fun to see the face their smaller boyfriend made when confronted with his morning antics.

Gladio, on the other hand, was trying his hardest not to let it stop him, even if he did enjoy the feeling of Noct’s bare legs rubbing against his skin. The moment he felt lithe fingers, still hot from the cup they had been holding, idly trace the feathers of his tattoo one by one was the moment he decided that he was done.

Noctis let out a strangled noise when Gladiolus abruptly left his horizontal position to get on one knee, muscled arm reaching back to support him and stop him from falling on the ground. The taller man could not help but chuckle as he got up, his amusement vibrating through the arms that had naturally come to wrap around his shoulders in their scramble for something to hold onto. They soon evolved into a laugh when he heard the disgruntled noise that escaped Noct’s mouth, reminiscent of Kar’s.

“That’s what you get for being a brat,” Gladio rubbed a stubbled cheek against his passenger’s, “Instead of using me as a chair, you should get down from there and greet me properly.”

“I don’t want to, if this is how you’re going to react every time I do.”

Still, Noctis unhooked his legs from around Gladio’s waist and let himself slide to the ground, lightly raking his nails down the broad back. At this, the remnants of laughter that occasionally shook Gladio’s shoulders turned throatier, and he was dragged up for a much, much better greeting.

Too soon for his liking, they separated, and he was sent toward the bathroom with a small push in the middle of his back.

“You have ten minutes to get ready. Make the most out of it.” Gladio added with a suggestive tilt to his eyebrow

“I hate you. Both of you.”

“No, you don’t.” Nyx answered with a cheeky smile and a stretch that brought Noct’s eyes to the tantalizing play of muscles under his sun-kissed skin.

Evil.

Good Luck Kisses

Simon x Reader #16

Warnings: just fluff my dudes 

Requested: kind of by an anon; I modified a request because I wanted to write something more like this 

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The day had arrived. After months of planning and meetings, Upload was actually happening. You were sat in Simon and yours shared hotel room, waiting for him to finish getting ready in the bathroom so the two of you could head over to the convention and help set up before the madness began.

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Quietness Blankets True Love - animefascinator (haikyuuobsessor) - Gintama [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: That’s the blow. That was the ambush attack the enemy had planned behind his back. And the sword cut him deep in his guts. But instead now it’s his heart, and instead of a sword it was her words, and instead of an enemy it was her, the only girl he ever treasured after his beloved sister.

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Rating: G

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For @missidixon…reader is a female Hufflepuff as requested. Enjoy!

You wrung your hands over each other as you paced just outside of the Gryffindor dormitory. Ginny was going to meet you soon and you were entirely nervous. You rubbed the back of your head in anxiety.

“You’re awfully jittery,” the painting commented.
“Oh, shove off,” you uncharacteristically replied. You sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
The lady arched a brow before muttering, “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

You stopped before taking in a deep breath. You swallowed before facing the door. You had impeccable timing as Ginny just exited the dorm. Her face lit up at seeing you.

“Hello Y/N,” she greeted.
“Hey Gin,” you replied happily, “You ready?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”

The two of you made small conversation as you walked. You couldn’t help but feel your nerves increasing astronomically. Ginny was starting to pick up on it as well.

“You alright?” she asked.
You nodded. “Y-Yeah, um, it’s just that-I, uh, I have a question for, for you.”
“Okay,” she replied patiently.
“W-Well, the Yule Ball is-is this year. And Hogwarts is hosting, and I know you’ve probably been asked by now, and I know you see me as a friend, but I, uh, was hoping you’d maybe go with me?”

You had looked away by this point. Ginny, on the other hand, couldn’t stop smiling. Gently, she intertwined her fingers with yours. You gaze snapped back to hers. She beamed.

“Sounds fun.”


You and Ginny chuckled as you saw Harry and Ron bummed over by the tables. The Pavarti sisters had walked away in irritation and annoyance. You leaned in a bit to Ginny.

“It’s about time those two left,” you commented.
Ginny nodded. “They’ve been distracted the whole night.”
You turned your head. “Looks like Neville’s having a good time, eh?”
She glanced over to see him dancing with Luna. “Yeah. He deserves it.”

You nodded in agreement. Neville was so kind and a capable wizard. Most, however, didn’t really seem to give him a second glance. Luna wasn’t most, after all. You turned back to see Ginny extremely close to your face. You blushed crimson. She raised a challenging brow.

“You alright?”
Hastily, you nodded. “Never better.”

The red head grinned. Forgetting the last remaining people around you, you focused solely on Ginny. Gently, you brushed a piece of her face behind her ear before holding her chin. Pulling you by your waist, she pulled you two even closer together. Before you knew it, your eyes were closed and your lips danced with hers. Your heart swelled at finally getting to kiss your first and best friend.

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Dealings with a Devil (Part 3)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 3)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

Originally posted by houseplantneglect

It doesn’t really hit you hard and completely until three days before you are schedule to leave just how big this really is. You’d joked, make a few of handed remarks about falling in love and never returning back to Washington, but only now does it hit you like a bag full of bricks. Sitting on your bed you put your head in your hands and just…breath.

Looking to your laptop, you pull it into your lab and boot it up. When you get into these moods of overload you draw, or sing, or write. In this moment  you need to draw. Opening your “work” email you see a few requested drawing from a few loyal customers. Working on commissions isn’t your mainly job, working with your mother at her bookstore. Looking over the requested work you debate if you want to take up the request.

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In the Open

An Ed Sheeran One Shot
A request: Ed gets flustered when asked about his love life in an interview
Word Count: 2,600




“Ed,” Stuart said, poking his head in from the door where Ed was sitting, “ten minutes.”

With his left leg tucked beneath him, Ed glanced up with a nod to acknowledge Stuart’s warning.  His eyes flicked back down to his phone when Stuart carried on his way, his voice fading when he called out to Mark on his way down the hall.

“No but really,” Ed continued texting you, “I’m coming to see you Saturday.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile, watching the conversation bubble indicate that you were typing a response, his thumbs hovering over the keys.

“I’ll believe you when I see you,” you replied, finishing the sentence with the little monkey emoji that had its hands placed over its eyes.

Ed snapped a quick photo, tucking his lips in and squinting his eyes, a look that you’d become far too familiar with.

“There’s the face I miss so much….” You answered, “Or do I?”

A laugh echoed from his chest and without a pause he sent you the yellow-faced emoji wearing sunglasses, just before Stuart popped his head back between the crack in the door.  

“They’re ready for you a bit early,” he said, “you good?”

With one last goodbye and a series of ‘x’s’, he stood from the couch and stuffed his phone into his right pocket, rolling the sleeves of his checked shirt to the elbows, a glimpse of his many tattoos revealed on his arms.  On his way out the door behind Stuart he grabbed his guitar and slung it neatly across his shoulder, tuning the strings quietly while he walked.

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✨PLEASE help me get this to Taylor✨ 💕THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Hi @taylorswift!
I know this is probably one of thousands of messages you get bombarded with every minute of the day, but I hope there’s a chance you will read this.
June 12, 2015 was one of the best days of my life. I won a contest to meet my role model. It all seemed so surreal and impossible that after years of hoping, my dream of meeting you was actually going to be coming true! To make a long story short, all this excitement got the best of me! I didn’t think to write a letter or to bring something to the meet and greet that could have easily been given to you. To make things even worse, when it was time to actually meeting you, I froze! I was just so nervous and exited and my anxiety got the best of me! It was like I couldn’t speak! My best friend had an awesome conversation with you and I just stood there taking it all in, but before I knew it, it was all almost over! In the end, all I said to you was “you’ll be great!” To say the least, I am so mad at myself for not being able to say the one thing I wanted to say, “thank you!“

So I just wanted to take this message to tell you what I wasn’t able to say then: THANK YOU! You and your music have been there/ are there for me when it seems like I don’t have a friend in the world. When I listen to your music I remember that I always have a friend who is there supporting me and cheering me on. You are such an incredible role model, and have taught me and countless others the importance of being a kind and genuine person. You are the epitome of what it means to be a good person.

From the early days of fearless and middle school, to 1989 and my junior year of college, you have aways been there. Thank you. Thank you for inspiring and teaching me to always chase my dreams.

You have taught me to always believe in myself. Because of this lesson you have taught me, I have tackled so many obstacles in my life! I was born with a condition that limits me in some ways and sometimes causes me to be really insecure with myself and my abilities. But I have learned that I can do anything I put my mind to and that the opinions of others don’t define who I am. Thank you.

Please never stop doing what you do. Please know that you have a friend in me, and so many other fans, who are always supporting you, just as you always support us.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope that my dream will come true once more, and that I will be given the chance to meet you again, and will be able to tell you this in person. But until then, I hope you will see this.
 Thank you for all that you do, 
Megan
P.s. -> I’m the one in the black dress in my the picture! Haha it would probably be important for you to know who I am!

✨PLEASE help me get this to Taylor! ✨THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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