but ate anyways because they set it in front of me

a friend like mine

 Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 1 of 2

Warnings: discussion of kinks, [in the second part] —> smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, some other stuff but i’ll put it in the warnings for the next one

Note: :))))

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 highschool au

 genre: pure, complete fluff

 pairing: jungkook // you

 word count: 6k

 warnings: none

Description: Your grades are slipping too low for your liking, you’re reprimanded by the student council president, Jeon Jungkook has got you feeling some type of way, and additionally, you agree to go to his basketball game. What could go wrong?

A/N: the first fic oops i don’t really know if this blog will go in the fic direction, i’ll see how it goes. feedback is appreciated!!

You slam your locker door shut after you throw in your gym clothes, breathing out of your nose as slowly as you can as you lean against the locker, hands clenched so tightly the veins were visible.

“Woah, what’s up with you today, Y/N?” Tzuyu, Jackson, and Yerim,  three of your closest friends, gather around you. All three of them have concerned looks on their faces.

“That little…” you mutter angrily, looking up. Tzuyu’s eyebrows rise at your frustrated look.

“Hey, I asked you, are you okay?” She pokes your shoulder. You wordlessly yank out a rumpled piece of paper out of one of the many folders in your arms and flap it in front of her face.

“Just look at this,” you seeth, eyes smoldering. “My average for physics dropped. All because I wasted my time to help Golden Boy study. How am I supposed to be valedictorian now?”

At that, Yerim rolls her eyes as Tzuyu scans the paper. “Are you serious? You’re upset about, like a 2% drop? I have a 87 for your information.” Jackson just snorts.

“You should know how Y/N gets about her grades, Yerim. She’s ranked one, so obviously she has to keep her grades up if she wants to keep her ranking.”

“Well,” Tzuyu says breezily as she hands the piece of paper back to you, “I don’t get what you have against Jeon Jungkook. I mean, he’s actually really nice, smart, and good looking. Oh, and athletic since he’s also the basketball team captain now that Yoongi is injured.”

“He asked you nicely if you could help him too,” Yerim adds. “Always a first.”

“You don’t get it,” you grit out, brushing the hair falling over your eyes out of your face. The four of you begin to make your way back to your homeroom classrooms, with Jackson bidding a farewell as he is a year older.

“One, he’s not attractive Tzuyu-” you begin, disgusted (you’re lying to yourself but no way were you admitting that), “and two, I helped him for two hours studying for that huge test, and while I only got a 94, he got a perfect. His grades are better than mine at this rate. It’s not fair.”

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Work it Out

Bucky x Reader

Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.

Word Count: 2595 (I got carried away!)

Warnings: language + references to smut + angst

A/N: I have so much unfinished hw and I’m writing a fanfic. honestly I should just drop out I can’t anymore w school. anyway, enjoy 💛

“That bad?” Wanda says, chuckling breathlessly. I shake my head. A familiar pain strikes through my thigh and I wince. Wanda looks at me in concern. “Stop.” she says. I look at her for a moment, almost limping on the treadmill, before pressing the “Stop” button and letting the conveyer belt slow to a halt. She finishes her own as well, wiping the sheet of sweat off her forehead.

“He literally ate his rice with his hands.” I sigh. Wanda raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know when the dating pool shrunk to all the losers.” I shake my head.

“Well, don’t take it out in your workout.” she says. “At least not until your muscle has healed.” I roll my eyes. “Doctor’s orders!” she says impatiently. I stick my tongue out at her and she smiles. “Well, I’m done anyway. Tony organized a dinner.” I tilt my head.

“Tony did something nice? What’s the catch?” I say. She shrugs.

“I think Pepper kinda forced him to. He said something about bonding, and I knew there was no way he had decided to do this on his own account.” I smile, shaking my head. “I’m gonna go clean up. Make sure to be down by seven.” I nod and bid her farewell. “And please take it easy on the workout.” she says, exiting the gym.

I bite my lip and turn around, looking for the next thing to do. After a moment, I decide to work on my combat by the punching bags. I cover my hands first so I don’t hurt myself, then begin punching at the sand bag, grunting with each blow. I use my left leg to kick, keeping use of my right minimal, like my doctor said to. My elbows strike the bag over and over, letting out my pent up anger. My stupid muscle was keeping me from going on the missions. I’m stuck in the compound and the best thing I can do is watch Netflix. I’m dead weight until my leg heals, and there’s no telling when that will be. My mind goes back to the first time I had to sit out on an assignment, five days ago.

We were about to leave for a mission, practically walking out the door as we finished gearing up. It had been a day since my doctor told me I hurt my leg. I was limping slightly, as the pain had turned into a dull ache. I pull on my jacket and look around at my teammates. Everyone is preparing, tucking guns into their jeans, putting in earpieces. I notice Bucky looking at me for a moment, but I don’t give it any notice, because he soon calls Steve over to him. I return to my prep, sliding a small dagger into my boot. I turn around, ready to leave, and nearly crash straight into a chest. My feet stumbled back and my eyes meet Steve’s concerned ones.

“What?” I say, furrowing my eyebrows. He folds his arms and looks down at my leg.

“I think you should maybe sit this one out, Y/N.” he says firmly. I stare at him incredulously.

“What?” I say, shaking my head. “No, I’m fine, Steve. I can handle myself.” He purses his lips.

“And if you can’t?” I tilt my head at him.

“I’m trained, Steve. I can handle a leg.” I say, looking at him stubbornly.

“I can’t risk you getting caught out there. You know they’ll take advantage of any of our weaknesses.” I step back.

“I’m a weakness?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I exhale sharply, looking around at everyone else. Nat’s lips are pursed, looking at me identically to the way Steve is. Everyone has stopped what they’re doing to tune into the conversation, looking at me like I’m a child. Everyone except Bucky.

“You gotta be kidding me.” I say, setting my gaze on each one of them.

“He’s right, Y/N.” Tony says, his voice muffled by his suit. “It won’t help anyone if your leg acts up and you fall on your ass. That’s bad enough, now add the responsibility of innocents and the threat of HYDRA.” My nose flares, because I know they’re right. I silently throw off my jacket and limp back to the elevator.

“Y/N!” someone yells from behind me. I snap out of my thoughts and stop beating the bag in front of me, turning around. Bucky is standing by the Dumbbells, concern obvious on his face. “Are you alright?” he says. I breathe heavily and look down at my wrapped feet, wondering how long he was calling me for.

“Fine.” I mutter, turning back to the punching bag. I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head and huff. Great, I think, now I can’t concentrate. I straighten my posture and swallow, still knowing that he’s watching me. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I begin punching again, trying to keep from making any grunts of effort. I’m back into a routine, this time not out of anger, but out of genuine focus. I’m in the zone, pretending to deface a HYDRA junkie, making him call for his mom. I get too excited, because I jump up and do a 360, sticking out my leg—my right leg—to kick in midair. My hamstring protests, causing a jolting pierce to run up my leg. I yelp and fall to the ground, landing on my knee. “Shit.” I mutter. From the other side of the gym, I hear something falls and footsteps approach.

“Y/N?” Bucky says. “What’s wrong?” I wince and pull my legs out from underneath me, laying them out,

“Uh, hurt my leg.” I groan. His brows furrow in worry.

“How bad?” he says, his eyes darting around my leg. He sits down on his knees beside me, his hands frozen in the air, unsure of where to go.

“Think I disturbed the healing or something. Doctor kind of expected it to happen, considering I work in combat.” I sigh, the pain not subsiding.

“What can I do?” Bucky says hesitantly. There is already a polite decline leaving my mouth when I cut myself off. Shit. My face visibly shows me cringing at the words I have to say.

“Uh… My doctor said to do an exercise.” I mumble, looking down at my lap.

“What is it?” Bucky says. I sigh and run my hand over my face.

“I have to lie down and keep my legs straight, and, uh, another person has to lift my leg up really slowly and to stop when it starts to hurt. And, um, keep doing that until I can get my leg to a 90 degree angle.“ I breathe. Bucky itches the back of his neck. “You don’t have to—”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not just gonna leave you here.” he says. I keep from gritting my teeth. I kinda wish you would. It would save an incredible amount of awkwardness.

“Um. Ok.” My face turns hot as I lie down on my back with my hands at my sides. Bucky shuffles over, still sitting on the ground.

“Right leg?” he asks. I nod, watching my chest rise and fall. He gets up and leans down, taking my ankle in his hands. My breath nearly hitches at the contrast of his cold metal hand and his humanly warm flesh one. It makes goosebumps rise on my entire body. His eyes meet mine as he stands back up slowly, taking my leg with him. I internally throw profanities at myself for deciding to wear gym shorts. What’s wrong with sweats, huh? “Tell me when it hurts.” Bucky says quietly. I bite down nervously on my bottom lip. He slowly lifts my leg up, the movement of his fingers on my skin making my legs clench, which is infuriating because it makes my thigh hurt. Every move he makes, I can feel it like I’m watching it. But all I can see is my own chest and most of Bucky’s face. He looks right at me, watching for any sign of pain. Once my leg has reached the same height as wear I imagine his belly button would be, I wince and bend my knee for a split second. Bucky re-straightens it, skimming his flesh hand to my kneecap and gently pushing it down. He kneels back to the floor and sets my leg on the ground without letting go of it. He rises again, slowly, making his way back up. My fingers are digging into the mat underneath me, begging for this to be over before I do something stupid. I try to stare up at the ceiling, but it’s so difficult when I know I could be staring to his marble-like eyes instead. And that’s precisely what I do. My leg reaches his chest before the back of my thigh stretches painfully. I narrow my eyes and breathe in sharply.

“Um, it hurts.” I whisper. He stops and proceeds to repeat the protocol, kneeling and rising. The only times my eyes leave his are when they disappear behind my chest, setting my ankle down. The process repeats four more times, dead silence consuming the gym. The only sounds are my erratically beating heart, my murmurs telling him that my leg hurts, and my foot gently touching the floor. On the last time, my leg is nearly there, and when he takes a step closer to me to reach my leg easier, I nearly stop breathing. He’s towering over me, his orbs staring at me softly. He smiles slightly.

“There we go.” he says. I look at my leg and realize that it’s reached the 90 degree angle. I open my mouth, then close it. His hands roam down the back of my shin as he backs up and lays my limb back on the floor, reaching an arm out to help me up. I slowly lift my hand and take his flesh one, letting him haul me off the ground. We’re standing unbearably close, is hand on my forearm.

“Thank you.” I whisper, looking down. He nods his head and slides his hand back the way it came, down my wrist, through my hand, lightly applying pressure on my fingertips before stepping away. I take a long breath in before beginning to walk. I don’t let the breath out until I’ve safely reached my room, locking it and collapsing onto my bed.

I only have about twenty minutes to get ready for dinner, so I take an impossibly quick shower—desperately trying to wash away the tingling on my right leg— and change into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a cream colored blouse. I brush my hair and leave it down to air dry, as I don’t have time to do it. I get out of my room just in time and head down the lounge. It’s modern and sleek with grey couches and smooth wooden floors. On the other end of the room, there’s a mountain of food neatly placed on the board glass dining table. The food is surrounded by empty dinner plates and cutlery. The rest of the team have just made it, talking to one another and taking their seats. I can’t help but smile. As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t blame them for keeping me off the missions. I feel grateful that they care about me enough to put my safety before the given assignment. Nat notices me standing at the entrance of the room and smiles, gesturing for me to approach. I do, greeting everyone in a friendly manner as I take a seat between Sam and Clint, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh food and laying a towel out on my lap. Most of it hasn’t been uncovered yet, still blanketed with a silverware dome. Chatter echoes around the table, but I stay silent, watching the plates being uncovered by outstretched hands, taking in the sight. Rice, ribs, steak, pasta. Every dinner food I can think of is stretched out on the table. I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look over to Sam, whose looking at me mischievously. I narrow my eyes. “What?” I ask testingly. He smiles and props his cheek on his knuckles.

“I saw quite the sight earlier.” he says quietly. My eyebrows knit into a confused frown. “I saw you,” he pauses, “gettin’ all touchy with Barnes in the gym.” My eyes widen. I hear an irritating clink behind and look over to see Barton has dropped his glass of champagne. It leaks all over the glass, but no one seems to notice. He’s staring at Sam with his eyes wide. My head whips back to Sam and I give him a deadly glare. He doesn’t even look at me, but instead smiles at Clint.

“You had a thing with Barnes?” he says. I close my eyes at the volume of his voice and nearly off myself right there. The chatter at the table comes to an abrupt halt at the sentence. I’ve never been happier to not have Bucky at the table.

“No,” I croak, “I didn’t.” Tony giggles like a child. My eyes fly open and I look at him testingly. “I didn’t.”

“Then what the hell did I see?” Sam says. I swallow and look down.

“I hurt my leg. He was helping me stretch.” I say quietly. Tony makes an uh-hu and I grit my teeth.

“Stop.” I say. Sam and Tony have childish smirks on their faces that I wish I could punch clean off. Everyone else looks at me with raised eyebrows or widened eyes. “Nothing happened.” I mumble. Sam shrugs.

“Here he comes. We’ll just ask him ourselves.” Tony says. My breathing pattern disorients as I look behind me to see Bucky coming through the hall, shaking out his wet hair like a dog. I want to sink back into my chair and become one with it, completely out of sight and finished with this situation. “Hey, Barnes, what were you doing with Y/N in the gym?” Tony says. I barely look at him, just enough to see his face. He raises an eyebrow.

“Working out?” he says, like its the only possible thing that could’ve happened. I mean, it is. Of course it is. “That’s not what I saw.” Sam says, tilting his head at Bucky. I feel a lump form in my throat as Bucky looks at me in confusion.

“She hurt her thigh. I was helping her stretch.” he says, squinting.

“Mmhhmm.” Tony says. “I bet you help her stretch all the time.” I stiffen, looking around the table. Clint, Sam, and Tony giggle profusely. Steve is tugging at his lips to keep a smile from reaching them. Wanda and Nat look at me in surprise. I breathe in and look down, suddenly disheartened.

“You know what, guys?” I say quietly, standing up and folding the towel on the table. “Have a great dinner.” I push my chair out with the back of my knees. The boys aren’t laughing anymore. The table’s eyes are on me. I shuffle out of the chair and turn around, walking past Bucky, brushing his shoulder and trying not to stare at his concerned face. My feet thump, carrying me back to my room, locking the door and sitting on the end of my bed, a sigh escaping my lips.

That Awkward Moment When – Part 2

John Laurens x Reader

Words: 4,007


Tag: @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky @dorkyfeminist @katelynsamaisnotonfire

A/N: WELL HERE IT IS. THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER, DON’T GET TOO CRAZY KIDS. Okay but forrealthis might be a piece of trash come yell at me I’m all ears. I hope this doesn’t disappoint, I’m sorry, YOU ALL ARE SO SO AMAZING. ENJOY.

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The Arrangement (Part 10: The Gala)

Summary: The gala finally arrives, and Dean is absolutely floored by your dress. An interaction with Samuel leaves Dean fuming, but you calm him down. Dean finally admits his feelings.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,300 (hold onto your hats kids it’s a long one)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, anxiety, mild smuttiness

A/N: It’s here it’s here it’s here it’s here the gala is finally HERE I’m so excited for you guys to read this part!!! It’s long, so settle in! This part is inspired by the song In Case You Didn’t Know, by Brett Young (ohmygod now I’m so nervous to post this aaaaahhhhh)

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i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it


They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.

Derek was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.

“Hey, man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”

“My dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.

“Well,” the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.” He gestured towards Nora.

“She’s an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that you don’t know if it’s white or black.”

The other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.

“Leia?” Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”

“I’ll show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing, then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.

Nora and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have it, so did their owners.

“Unfair.” Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”

Derek smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to join me in the shower.”

Gah.” Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”

Derek laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together, “you’re awful.”

Derek bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling, seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.

It’s been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles. Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.

They haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as much as he wants to.

Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.

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Overwatch fic: The catdads and that time they met up with McCree after the Fall.

Remember when I said I was writing this, a year and a day ago?  No warnings.  The cut is just for length.
Jesse’s clients showed him the documentation on his targets before he took the job, and it’s pretty clear he’s after a real pair of desperadoes.  These two have left a trail of bodies, theft, and occasional devastation in their wake from one hemisphere to the other, and he reckons it’s about time someone put a stop to it.

When they nail him in an ambush, he realizes that someone’ll have to be someone else.

His arms get pinned from behind by a grip that feels like a bear’s, claws and all.  The other one drops down in front of him from an awning three stories up and then uncoils from his crouch like he’s made of shock absorbers.  “Jesse McCree,” that one says in a low growl of a voice.  Grand, being recognized always goes so well for him. “You look like a werewolf, kid.”

The man holding him laughs.  It sounds beyond rough, almost inhuman, and kinda smug.  Jesse knows it well.  He’s heard that insult more than a few times, too.

“Well, damn,” he says faintly as the shock sets in.  

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A Bad Day Turned Good

Tyler Scheid x Reader

Word Count : 1998


I was looking down at my phone messaging my date for the fifth time asking him where he was while pacing back and forth in front of the movie theater ticket booths. I turned around to walk back to the other side of the booths when I walked straight into the chest of a tall man. I dropped my phone in surprise and yelped slightly. How embarrassing, I thought. The tall guy, being less startled then I, bent down and picked my phone up and handed it back. I quickly glanced at his faced, curly dark hair in a beanie, brown eyes, and a slight beard. Then I stammered out an apology.

“It’s okay. I hope your phone’s okay,” he replied calmly. He flashed me a quick smile and then my phone dinged. It was my date, saying that he couldn’t make it and that he was sorry. My face fell and I glanced around trying to decide what to do now. My eyes caught on the guy who’d picked up my phone. He was looking back at me with a slight smile as he stood by the ticket booths. I tried to smile back, but I think it came out more as a grimace. The guy was with four other people, two other guys, one of which had blue hair, and two girls, the blonde was holding the hand of the other dark haired guy. I bet they’re going to have a fun evening, unlike me, I thought. I looked at the movies that were showing that evening; The Space Between Us, Rings, Youth in Oregon, etc. I was supposed to see Rings with my date. I normally hate horror movies, but if I’m with someone I’m okay. I didn’t know if I should still go see it. I’d heard people say that it’s really good and really creepy. Well I might as well still try and watch it, if I don’t like it I can just leave. I shouldn’t let my stupid date spoil my night out, I thought decisively.

I bought myself a ticket and some sour patch kids and walked into the theater. I walked down the left side row looking for a seat near the wall and away from anyone. I sat down and opened my candy, but waited to eat them until the movie actually started. As I was waiting, I looked around to see who had come to see the movie. Sitting in the middle and a bit behind me, was the guy I had run into and his friends. I quickly glanced away before he saw me looking at him. He’s not too bad looking now that I actually look at him, I thought with a smile. Then the movie started and I instantly regretted everything. I hate horror movies and this movie was so fricking creepy and scary. I kept jumping at the slightest thing. I was also extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable. Maybe I should just leave. This is sooo not worth it, I thought looking around. Just when I had mustered the courage to get up and leave, someone sat down next to me. I looked over stunned and realized that it was the guy I had walked into earlier. My face turned red and I looked down at my sour patch kids.

“I’m guessing you’re not a fan of scary movies,” the guy asked, sort of matter-of-factly.

“Uh no, not especially. I was supposed to be with someone, but they didn’t come,” I said, hoping that it was dark enough that the guy couldn’t see my red, embarrassed face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me and I glanced at him quickly and then back to my candy. I decided to be nice and offered some to him, he took some and then introduced himself as Tyler.

“I’m (Y/N),” I said. He smiled and then focused his attention back to the movie. I glanced back at his friends that he had left for me and saw that they were all glancing between myself and Tyler and then to each other. They were all grinning for some reason. I focused back on the movie and continued to eat the sour patch kids. As soon as I did that, a jump scare happened. I wanted to run away and bury myself in a pile of blankets.

“God dammit,” I muttered while focusing on the candy.

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay. Don’t worry – I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he said with a smirk. Is he making fun of me? I’m not some wimpy girl that needs protecting, I thought bitterly. First my date stood me up and now this guy I don’t know if making fun of me for not liking the movie. I stood up and walked out of the theater, probably with an angry look on my face. When I got out of the theater and into the fresh air, I leaned my head against the wall. God damn everything today, I thought dejectedly. Today had been such a bad day, all I wanted to do was go to bed.

“Hey,” a voice startled me out of my thoughts and I spun around looking for the source. It was the guy I had run into, Tyler.

“Yes? What? Need to make me jump some more so you can laugh?” I said harshly. He looked hurt, but I wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

“I wasn’t making fun of you in there. I was trying to help,” he said quickly. I sneered in response. “I don’t like horror movies either. I only went because my friends dragged me along. I saw you jumping during the movie and I thought that having someone next to you might be comforting and when I said the thing about protecting you from the monsters… well I don’t really know why I said that. I think I was just trying to sound cool or brave…”

“Oh. That’s actually a really nice thought,” I muttered slightly astounded. Here I was thinking he was a total jerk and actually he was trying to be nice to me. Damn, I thought looking him over more closely. He was tall and sturdily built. His hands were dancing around as he tried to decide what to do with them. Little curly bits of his hair poked out of his grey beanie and he had a slight beard forming along his jaw line. His eyes were a soft brown with real compassion shining through them.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you,” I said remembering how I snapped at him. “I’ve had a really bad day, and then my date stood me up, and then I thought you were making fun of me and I was just not in the mood for that…”

“It’s okay. Totally understandable. Everyone has bad days, I just didn’t want to add to it,” he said, a smile coming back to his face. I realized how nice his lips looked and I couldn’t help but bite my own. Then I gave myself a quick mental slap and looked around.

“Um so uh, I don’t want to keep you from the movie. I’m sure your friends are wondering where you are,” I stuttered out.

“Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t into the movie anyways. Would you mind if I kept you company? We could get a drink or some food… or we could just walk around,” he said glancing around.

“A walk would be good. Maybe that’ll calm me down.”

“Shall we then?” he said motioning down the street. I nodded and then started walking. I realized I still had the sour patch kids in my hand so I ate one and then offered some to Tyler. He took a few and looked at the street thoughtfully. I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye as we shared the sour patch kids. We walked in silence until we came to a playground with a swing set. I immediately headed straight for it without waiting to see if Tyler would follow. Luckily he did follow and he laughed slightly as he saw where I was going. I smirked to myself and sat on one of the swings and started to rock myself back and forth. I kept my eyes trained on my feet, but I could feel Tyler watching me.

“You know, you’re really pretty. And I mean like gorgeous pretty,” he said slightly awkwardly. I glanced over at him smiling. He was blushing, but also smiling. I stood up and slowly walked in front of him. I had a half smirk, half smile on my face.

“You really think I’m pretty?” I said with a devious smile. He swallowed as he quickly glanced at me. Then he took a breath and steeled his face.

“Yes I do,” he said matter-of-factly. I slowly advanced on Tyler until he was standing up, but leaning backwards on the swing seat and I was directly in front of him. He kept glancing at my lips and I bit mine as I looked at his. I took another step forward and leaned forward until our lips were almost touching, but then I stopped. I looked at his eyes until he made eye contact with me, and then I turned around and walked away towards the jungle gym. I could only imagine the look on his face. I looked over my shoulder and he was still standing/leaning on the swing watching me. I climbed up the jungle gym until I was leaning against a pole on an upper platform. I looked back at Tyler and gave him a big mischievous grin. He shook his head and smiled back. Then he followed me up the jungle gym. He leaned against a pole opposite me, but didn’t approach. Boys are used to girls going to them, but I like to make the guy come to me.

“I’m not going over there if that’s what you’re waiting for,” I said with a smirk.

“What if I’m just admiring the view,” he said with his own smirk. After another moment he pushed off the pole and approached me. He put his hands on the jungle gym on either side of me, giving me nowhere to run to. He stared intently at my eyes and I refused to break contact with his or move a muscle. Surely enough, he broke contact and glanced at my lips. I licked them and smirked again. His eyes glowed like embers and he slowly moved his face closer to mine. He stopped right before our lips touched and he stayed there, refusing to move further. I looked into his eyes and then I closed the distance. His lips were soft and the kiss was slow at first. Then I broke the kiss off, but I didn’t move away. I waited – feeling the tension of the moment, and then he grabbed my neck and the back of my head and kissed me with all the passion and tension that was in his eyes. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotion I felt and the butterflies that Tyler made me feel in my stomach.

After a few moments, a mixture of shouts and laughter erupted from the street. Tyler pulled back, but didn’t let go of my neck. He didn’t turn around, he just bent his head in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“Damn them,” he muttered. Then he looked back up and me and planted another kiss on my lips. “Those are my friends. They’re very nice people, but they’re also very loud and sort of nosy. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I laughed. I peered around him and sure enough his friends from the movie theater were standing by the entrance to the park. Smiles were visible on all of their faces. Tyler sighed and then turned around.

“Hey guys… How was the movie?”


~Thank you to @dolphingoddess81, @ineedthesons, and @ilikechocolatemilkh for the help. @come-join-themurder This enough smut for ya?~

Reader’s POV

I wasn’t a stranger to violence with being the niece to a Son of Anarchy and the daughter of a drug addict, it always seemed to follow. My uncle Tig had done his best to take care of me when my mom was bad. He helped me get through high school and then once I graduated I got a job at TM. Even though I wasn’t a son, I was family, and they let me live in a dorm in the clubhouse for free.

Everything was fine until two weeks ago. One of those crazy fucking Calaveras broke into the club house. I had been in my room taking a nap when I heard yelling from the front of the clubhouse. It didn’t sound like any of the Sons so I slowly made my way down the hallway and peeked into the main part to find the guy pointing a gun at Uncle Tig and Happy.

I knew I had to do something so I made it back to my room and grabbed the gun Uncle Tig had given me. I quietly made my way back up the hallway and made sure the man couldn’t see me. He was talking about how he was going to kill one of them and take the other. I slowly turned the safety off and when I knew he was completely focused on them, I unloaded the entire clip into his back. The guy’s body fell to the floor and my hands shook slightly.

Uncle Tig and Happy came over to me but I was just staring at the body. My mind was trying to process what I just did as Uncle Tig was talking to me. Happy took the gun out of my hand and Uncle Tig made me look at him.

“You did good, Doll. We have to clean this mess up now. Go back to your room and relax, okay?” He spoke to me slowly like I was a child and I nodded. I took in a deep and shaky breath and went back to my room.

That was two weeks ago and I was still waking up, gasping for air, from the nightmares I’ve been having. I had barely gotten 7 hours of sleep since it happened. I sighed and put my head in my hands. Fuck, I need a goddamn drink. I threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed. I was wearing a TM shirt and some PJ shorts, so I shivered slightly as the wind hit my body.

There had been a SAMCRO party tonight so when everyone started passing out drunk, I went to sleep that only lasted an hour. Now I was trying to make my way over the bodies of croweaters and sons and get to the bar. I poured myself some whiskey and leaned against the counter.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” A voice rasped from the doorway. I jumped and spilled some of the whiskey on my shirt.

“Shit! What the hell are you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be in the back getting sucked off by a croweater.” I glared at Happy. He smirked at me and shrugged. I rolled my eyes as I knew that would be the best I was going to get. “I couldn’t sleep.” I answered his earlier question.

He came over to me and set the glass down on the counter. I looked up at him confused as he just stared at me. It was awkward and I wanted to look away but something in me wouldn’t let me. He reached his hand up and lightly cupped the side of my face. His thumb brushed the underside of my eye softly.

“Nightmares?” He asked simply. I couldn’t lie to him so I just nodded my head. He looked around the room to make sure everyone was asleep still and then he looked back at me. He took his hand away.

“I had them after my first time too.” He told me.

“After your first kill?” I asked and he nodded. “When will it go away?”

“Depends, mine went away after I got used to killing.” He shrugged. I let out a scoff.

“Thanks, Hap very helpful. I’ll just go out and slaughter 10 more people.” I said sarcastically and he gave me an amused look.

“Want help?” He asked and chuckled as I playfully hit him.

“I’m serious Hap. I’ve only gotten 7 hours of sleep in the past two weeks.” I told him.

“Don’t drink or take pills to try and sleep. I don’t need you getting addicted.” Hap said.

“Fine, give me something useful and I won’t.” I told him. He pulled something out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I took it and smiled as I realized it was chocolate.

“My ma used to give me chocolate before bed if I had a nightmare the night before.” He told me.

“Thanks, Happy.” I kissed his cheek softly.

“Yeah, go attempt to get some sleep, little girl.” He nodded towards the dorms. I giggled and headed back to my room. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight so I turned on the tv and watched it until it was time to work. Besides for yawning so much I thought my jaw was going to pop off, nothing unusual happened. That night the clubhouse was quiet and I headed to bed at a semi-decent time.

I broke off a piece of chocolate from the bar that Happy gave me and ate it. I changed into Pjs and got into bed. I closed my eyes and passed out quickly. The chocolate failed and this time when I woke up I wasn’t gasping for air, I was screaming. Not too loud to wake up the whole clubhouse but loud enough that anyone outside of my door would of heard me. Which was why when my door opened and someone came over to me, I wasn’t that surprised. When they reached me I had managed to stop screaming but I had moved into sobbing so hard I couldn’t breath.

The person sat on my bed and pulled me into their arms. They rocked me softly and stroked my hair until I calmed down. I didn’t know who it was yet but I was thankful they came in. My body relaxed into them as I finally managed to stop crying. I looked up at them and was surprised to find that it was Happy who had come to comfort me.

“Hap?” I asked. He grunted in response. “Can… will you… stay in here with me please?” He looked at me and nodded after a minute. He set me down and went to close the door. I was still shaking slightly and got back underneath the covers.

“Do you mind?” Happy asked gesturing to his clothes.

“No I’ve seen you shirtless before Hap.” I said. He smirked and rolled his eyes at my answer. He took off his t-shirt and his jeans which made me swallow a little but I made sure that didn’t show. He got in on the other side of the bed. I looked over at him, he sighed and put his arm up and nodded. I cuddled into his side and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and traced light circles over my arm with with fingers. Between that and listening to his heartbeat, I feel asleep quickly again.

I woke up the next morning to my pillow snoring. I opened my eyes confused and saw a bare chest under my head. I lifted my head off of it and looked up to find Happy. Everything came back to me. I smiled at Happy and tried to get up but his arm was wrapped around my tightly. His hand had also somehow snaked it’s way under my shirt during the night and he had a firm grip on my stomach. I glared up at him as I gave up on trying to get out of his grasp.

“Hap. Hap!” I said while poking him in the stomach. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. “Hap!” I said again and then squealed as he rolled on top of me, still asleep. Well most of him anyways, something else was wide awake and he groaned as it pressed against me.  I freaked out and punched him in the shoulder. “Hap!”

This time he woke up with a growl. His hand that wasn’t in my shirt grabbed my hand that hit his shoulder. I stayed still as his eyes opened and he seemed to realize what happened. He let go of my hand and jumped off of me fast.

“Sorry.” He said. I sighed and sat up.

“It’s okay. I freaked out when you rolled on top of me. Thought your fat ass was going to crush me.” I joked and he chuckled.

“Thanks…” He rolled his eyes at me. I smiled.

“Thanks for last night.” I said softly and he nodded. He grabbed his clothes and started putting them on. Once he was finished he turned to leave. “Hap!” He turned to me.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Can you…” I started and coughed embarrassed. “Can you stay again tonight?” I finally managed. He nodded and left. I smiled and got ready for the day feeling refreshed for the first time in a while.


Happy and I developed a pattern.Every night Happy comes into my room once everyone is asleep and leaves before everyone wakes up. It has been two months since we’ve started this and while Happy chased away the nightmares, he also brought on a plague of making me so horny that I was seriously considering jumping him. Every fucking morning either his morning wood is pressed into me or his hand is groping my body.

I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t want him to stop staying. I’ve slept better in the past two months then I have my whole life. I wanted Happy badly though. Maybe instead of saying anything, I should test the waters out a bit. I smirked as I thought of what I could do. The dorm was slightly hot and that could work in my favor.

A knock came on the door before it opened and Happy walked in. As soon as he walked in, he began to strip and as I was watching him, I decided to go for it. I moved up into a sitting position and pulled my tank top off. I had my bra on still but Happy’s eyes got wide as I took off the tank.

“What are you doing?” He asked. His voice seemed slightly lower.

“It’s hot.” I shrugged. He nodded and got into bed beside me. I turned on my side and patted my hip. He sighed and wrapped an arm around me while pulling me against his chest.

“Those fucking metal things on your bra are digging into my chest.” He grumbled after a couple minutes. I smirked and looked back at him.

“You want me to take it off, Hap?” I asked in a playful voice and he glared at me.

“Go to sleep little girl.” He said and cuddled into me more. I laid my head back down. The front of his pants were pressed into my ass now. I smirked and moved like I was trying to get comfy while pressing my ass right into his cock. I heard him growl slightly. I pretended like I didn’t notice and moved again, grinding my ass into his cock. His hand grabbed my hip so hard that I thought he was going to break it. “Don’t move again little girl.” He growled in my ear, causing my pussy to soak my panties.

“Why? You like that Happy?” I said referring to the erection I could feel pressed against my ass now. He gripped my hip harder, if that was possible. and I let out a little hiss of pain.

“You don’t want me to like it.” Happy growled again. I bit back a moan and looked back at him. Our faces were so close that his nose was touching mine.

“Yes I do.” I looked him dead in the eyes as I said that and took his hand on my hip. I moved it to my pussy so he could feel that my shorts were even soaked. His eyes closed as he felt how wet I was and his breathing was heavy. “I need you.” When I said this, it was like something snapped in him.

He growled and shoved his fingers hard against my covered pussy. I moaned as he ground his cock against my ass. He bit my earlobe and I let out a gasp. He moved down to my neck and kissed and sucked on it. He took his hand away from my pussy and yanked down my shorts. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned loudly. He lifted my leg over his as he continued to rub his cock against my ass. He ghosted his fingers over ,my pussy and lightly circled my clit. He slammed two fingers into my pussy and started pumping in and out.

“Fuck! Happy!” I moaned loudly. He growled and bit my neck and then kissed up to my ear.

“Quiet little girl.” He chuckled in my ear. “Unless you want your Uncle to come in here.” He speed up his fingers and I moaned louder. “You want him to catch you with the killer, little girl?”

“Mmmmm Happy, please!” I begged not really sure what I wanted.

“What do you want, little girl.” His fingers moved harder and faster. “Use your words baby.”

“I… I want…” I moan loudly as he moved his fingers faster. “Fuck! I want your cock!” I practically yelled. He pulled away and tore my shorts off of me. He took off his boxers and looked over my body.

“Fuck! Take off your bra, little girl.”  He ordered. I took it off and laid back down. “Who’s are you?”

“What?” I asked, surprised. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed to him. He pulled my legs apart and smacked my pussy hard. My hips bucked hard and he smirked.

“Who’s are you, little girl?” He growled.

“I’m yours!” I moaned. He flipped me over so my back was facing him. He tucked my knees under me and slightly to the side so I was spread out for him. He smacked my ass again and I moaned loudly. He leaned down and kissed my back softly. He put one hand where he kissed and pressed down lightly and put his other hand on the side of my head with my face towards the side. His hand slid off my back and he took his cock and pushed his cock into my entrance. When he pushed slightly into me, he put his hand back on the spot on my back.

He used all his force to thrust into me. Pushing me right into the mattress. My mouth opened wide as he began to pound me into the mattress. He pushed my head and back down as he kept thrusting long, hard strokes into me. He used the angle I was at to thrust deeply into me, hitting my g spot everytime. His balls and hips were bouncing off my ass as he thrusted. I gripped the bed and my moans turned into gasps and screams as he pounded the fuck out of me.

The bed creaked and groaned under us and slammed into the wall over and over again. Happy was grunting and his hand was bruising my back. My nails were ripping holes into my sheets as I pulled downward on them.

“Fuck! God Happy, I’m fuck!” I screamed out. He growled and moved faster. I came hard not long after that. He thrusted in deep and came hard. Our bodies shook hard as we settled down. He pulled out of me and lightly pulled his hands off. He placed kisses down my back and softly rubbed my sides. I smiled and yawned. He lightly pulled my legs out from under me and laid down on the bed beside me. He pulled me to him and cuddle against me.

“Don’t forget that you’re mine.” He said. I turned around and faced him. He looked down at me and I kissed him. He kissed back and I cupped his cheek. He smiled against my lips.

“You’re mine too.” I told him.

“I can live with that, little girl.” He told me with a smirk.

~Tagging all my Happy babes

@sarcastic-lunatic, @redwoodog, @soafanficluvr1, @fortheloveofthesoa, @one-charming-life, @khyharah, @samcrolivesforever, @calumonoxide, @chaosmieu, @thegoodthebadandtheempty, @soaoriginal, @jade770, @supernaturalanarchy, @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy

Protective Or Possessive - Part Three | Jughead x Reader

Originally posted by kulo-ren

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Sticking with your friend Veronica’s plan, you head to Pop’s to confront Jug and it becomes a whirlwind of emotions between the two of you.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1,763

A/N: the support for this has been incredible and i really hope you enjoy this! so many of you asked for a part three and i hope this lives up to the expectations <3


“He hates me,” you sighed, flopping down onto your bed with your phone pressed to your ear. The moment you’d got home you’d called Veronica since she was the mastermind behind this whole thing. You’d told her his reaction and how horrible you felt that you’d upset him so much. Part of you wanted to go and come clean to Jug but when you’d voiced this to Ronnie, she’d shut it down instantly. The plan was in motion and there was no stopping it.

“He doesn’t hate you, (Y/N). Stop being such a drama queen.” Although you couldn’t see her, you knew that Veronica was rolling her eyes at you right now.

You snorted. “Says the biggest drama queen I know.”

“Shutup. Look, Jughead doesn’t hate you. Our plan kind of worked, right? We got a reaction out of him. Just sit tight for a few hours then show up at Pop’s. I know for a fact he’s not going to be too mad to want to talk to you.”

“I don’t know, V.”

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“I can take care of myself.”

Sequel to “Someone like me doesn’t get happy endings.” 

Word count: 1770

Warnings: blood, broken ribs, angst

Originally posted by wintersthighs

It had been weeks since that night you found Bucky in the kitchen, bleeding, and if he ignored you before, you may as well not exist to him now. When you trained in the gym, his eyes sought everywhere except your face; when you ate with the rest of the team he would leave the room and when he passed you in the pale white hallways, he was like a horse wearing blinders. His coldness shocked you at first because that night, you felt like a barrier had finally been broken down between the two of you; you hardly let anyone get that close to you and the way he avoided you like the plague hurt you more than you thought possible.

Eventually, you were paired together by Steve and Natasha who could see your compatibility on the battlefield. If he needed you somewhere, you were there without him so much as moving a muscle, and vice versa. It was like a certain telepathy had formed between the two of you and anyone could see the bond you had with him, except for him. Or he just refused to acknowledge it. Either way, the only time you interacted was on the battlefield and the only words exchanged between you two were about missions. Neither of you brought up that night in the kitchen and it may as well never have happened for all he cared.

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(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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shinee as high school boys


  • one of those kids who always has gum. kinda the unofficial gum dealer in school?? don’t know how that happened but if anyone asks for one he pulls out like five different brands and flavors to choose from 
  • started a club that cooks and brings food over to soup kitchens and such
  • he’s really good at cooking but anyone who’s ever seen him just walking around gets nervous when he wields a knife 
  • captain of the swimming team (onew: it’s the only sport that doesn’t require me to have my feet on the ground) 
  • he beat out minho for the position who did not take it well (*faint minho sobbing*) he’ll get over it one day
  • once he accidentally ate a pot brownie someone gave him and was nOT OKAY for the rest of the day 


  • drum major of the marching band which means he’s the one in the front of the band with the baton conducting everyone (yes he does twirl the thing and he’s quite good at it thank you very much) 
  • does the announcements in the mornings and plays music on the loudspeaker after school
  • he really likes rick rolling everyone (key: we’re sick of your shit jonghyun) once he played the song over and over again until a teacher came into his booth and kicked him out. the whole school is on edge bc you never know when he’ll strike again. rick astley haunts their dreams
  • also you think it’d be pretty hard to find him in the hallways (when did freshmen get so TALL) but he dyes his hair in super bright colors so he’s always noticeable af. he would get in trouble but he’s been doing it for so long that even the principal gets weirded out by the thought of jong with normal hair


  • pride and joy of the art teacher and always in the art room!! 
  • he did a super cool mural in the cafeteria (his signature is huge) which wasn’t technically authorized but it looked so good they just let him do it 
  • he made ot4 help him but it still took forever bc he just painted over what they did anyways 
  • sometimes steals spray paint from the supplies closet and tags things around town 
  • also helps design sets for the drama club and since he’s always really well dressed someone asks him to help with the costumes because they’re having a crisis and he gets to WORK 
  • he also is in choir bc he has the voice of an ANGEL AND SHOULD SING MORE 


  • captain of the debate club, captain of the soccer team, captain of the chess club, captain of everything!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
  • okay he’s not the best at chess but he tries really hard and is really enthusiastic and that’s all anyone can really ask for  
  • also he made a really passionate speech during the club election so the other guy just quietly bowed out. (tae: it was because he was totally going to cry if he didn’t win / minho: stfu it was bc of my contacts) 
  • sports are a given but he’s also really good at debate. seriously, a girl almost had a nervous breakdown because she heard that she was going to be debating the rap god choi minho 
  • when he gets fired up hooooooo buddy he gets so into it waving his arms and he doesn’t even realize he’s talking VERY LOUDLY but honestly he makes really compelling arguments and usually wins


  • beb is too young to be in high school ¯\_(6v6″)_/¯
Almond Joy, Part 2 (Getting to Know each Other)

Summary: You take care of Bucky’s dog and find out who he really is

Word Count: 3705

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cliffhanger!

A/N: Sorry it’s so long and so much goes on! If I had separed it into two parts, Bucky wouldn’t even be in the first part!

Previous Part ~ Next Part

You finished up the rest of your shopping. After buying dog food, a cheap toy, a leash and a dog bed for her, nearly $100 was spent on her. You hated spending money out of your budget but this was necessary. If you had a dog, you would wish someone would take good care of it.

When you got home, she began to jump up and down. You took the toy you purchased out of the bag, removed the price tag and threw the toy so she could run and catch it.

After going back and forth with the toy for a while, you headed to the kitchen and grabbed some spare paper bowls you had. You placed two on the ground near the dishwasher in hope that she wouldn’t come to close to other parts of the kitchen. It was awfully quiet in your apartment so you connected your phone to your speakers and played some music. As you began to clean around the kitchen, Almond lied down next to your couch and fell asleep within a few seconds.

You filled one of the bowls with dog food and the other with water. Almond was still asleep, so you headed to your room to change into something comfortable quickly.

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Ssamba’s Blog Post 3/17/17

Hello, this is Ssamba. ^^
Are you guys doing well? It looks like the weather has been getting better lately. Spring is slowly creeping up on us~
Due to the nice weather, I went to Jejudo with my mom. I left on Tuesday, and I came back yesterday afternoon hehe
I had a lovely time sightseeing.
My mom’s hometown is Jejudo. So I’ve always wanted to visit at least once with her.

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Meant to Be
  • Lafayette x Reader
  • Modern
  • Requested by anonymous
  • Request: So I’ve had this idea for an au soulmates thing and was hoping you could maybe write it? So you know the whole “the first thing your soulmate says is on your arm” thing? Well, what if this set of soulmates had like a group of mutual friends and they were introduced but never actually /spoke/ to each other and this keeps happening and their friends are hella upset bc they were sure they were soulmates? And then they’re just chilling and final speak, if it could be lafayette x reader I would greatly appreciate it!

A/N: Here’s another one. I think this could be better but I wanted to give you something. I’m sooooo close to being free to write. Just not yet. Friday is the end of classes. Anyway, I’m at 3,000 followers!!! Thank you guys so much!!! And now, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,114
You tugged your sleeve down. You figured if you covered the words on your arm, you could pretend that they weren’t there or they were something different.

Non, mon amie.

Alexander helpfully informed you that they were French. That didn’t help anything though. You were left with the information that your soulmate was French. That wasn’t helpful at all. The words on your arms were the first words that your soulmate would say to you.

Non, mon amie

No, my friend

The first words your soulmate ever said to you was calling you a friend and also denying you something. Perhaps you were thinking the worst is because it was your habit. You worried about your soulmate not being perfect because then you wouldn’t focus on the fact that he was French. Where were you supposed the meet a man from France?

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Originally posted by sceawere

Alfie Solomons x Reader

Prompt #17: “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything.” (Requested by Anon)

Growing up in Small Heath was an experience to say the least. You lived there from the time you were born to when you turned 30 and you moved to Camden Town. You had moved away from Small Heath because of the crime and corruption, but you didn’t realize that was going on in Camden Town as well. The reason you moved there was because you had a friend who already did. His name was Ollie and you two had known each other when you were younger.

So you were staying at his house for a few weeks until you could find a small place of your own and he didn’t mind at all. He did warn you that his boss liked to stop by randomly and if he was ever there, than just act like he’s any other person.

“Well, he is isn’t he? Why would I act like he’s any different than you and me?” You asked, confused out of your mind. Ollie dropped his voice to a whisper, even though you were in his house.

“He’s a gang leader, that’s why. But if he comes by, then you don’t know that.” You quickly agreed and were secretly hoping for his boss to never come by while you were there.

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Ease - Part 7



Length: 3.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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The next few days you spend in bed, battling a flu that appeared after you walked home in the rain, following the night at the spring market. It was the weekend, so no lectures meant that you hardly left your room, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates were being noticeably sweet, bringing you porridge and damp towels to calm your fever. However, despite still feeling the germs marching up and down your throat, part of the reason why you didn’t seem to be getting any better was the head space you’d put yourself in. There was only one thing you could think of, or one person, for that matter.

All you wanted was for Taehyung to be happy. Although Yeji was still the light of his life, there was a great sense of foreboding about the future. Surely Yeji’s conscience must be heavy with guilt by now? When was she planning on breaking up with him? If only I had told Taehyung that I liked him, all of this could’ve been avoided, you thought, mentally hitting yourself for not taking the chance when he was still single. As well as this, you were conflicted as to whether to tell Taehyung what Jimin had told you. After all, that’s what best friends do. They look out for each other. It may lessen the guilt for you, not hiding yet another secret from him, but in the process, Taehyung would be shattered. You barely remember the Taehyung that didn’t have a crush on Yeji, so it wouldn’t it be cruel to tell him that his love was unrequited?

Asking Jimin to help was out of the question. True, it was his big mouth that got everyone into this mess, but he clearly still had larger problems of his own that you didn’t want to interfere with. He shouldn’t have said it, granted, but Yeji was the one who took it to heart and went too far. Love was bitter, and left no survivors.

Rolling over in your bed, you closed your eyes to get more rest. Your temperature had gone down, but your stuffy nose gave you a pounding headache. Just as you were slipping into an uneasy sleep, Mijung burst into your room, a sly smile on her face.

“There’s a cute boy waiting outside,” she announced, motioning her head for you to go have a look.

“That’s nice,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“He’s been hanging out by the gate for ages, and Jiwon is eyeing him up.”

Sighing, you cracked one eye open to give Mijung a disapproving glare. “And why was this news important enough to disturb my sleep?”

“Because he keeps looking up at our window, and we don’t know him. Is he your boyfriend?”

You threw your pillow in Mijung’s direction, and a squeal confirmed that it reached its target. Grumbling about having to move, you slung on a dressing gown and headed to the laundry room, which overlooked the view of the road. Jiwon left as you entered, but not before she gave you a suggestive look, trying to imply something that you didn’t want to find out. Peering out, you expected to see a mop of orange hair. Instead, it was chocolate-brown.

Jungkook looked up and caught sight of you, his eyes forming crescents as he grinned. He leant against a lamppost, dressed in all black with his hands in his pockets, his t-shirt showing off his biceps. A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you recalled Mijung’s earlier words, as you couldn’t help agreeing. He did look kind of cute. Jungkook waved his hand, motioning for you to come out and meet him, but you looked down at your dressing gown and shrugged in apology. Stubbornly, he crossed his arms and continued leaning on the post. Knowing he wasn’t going to budge an inch, you sighed and went back to your room to change.

“Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell like a normal person?” you questioned, coming down the steps.

“Your doorbell doesn’t work, so I tried knocking and your landlady answered. I asked for you but because you didn’t know I was coming, she said she couldn’t ‘put her girls in danger’. What’s up with that?”

You laughed hoarsely, the noise sounding weird in your ears due to your sickness. “She’s fine, just overprotective. That’s why we’re not allowed any boys in the house.” There was a short silence afterwards, where you stared at each other, unsure how to react. Last time you’d spoken was when you found out about Jimin and Yeji. Holding your head up high, you said bluntly, “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“I know. You don’t have to,” he replied gently.

“And I don’t want to practice today, either.”

“I know that, too.”

You were slightly taken aback, not expecting that response. “So… why did you come here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You haven’t been answering your phone.” Jungkook’s eyes were soft as he hung his head subtly, so that his fringe hung low. He was shy, you realised.

“I turned off my phone,” was your reply, not bothering to explain why. The truth was, you didn’t want to see any messages from Taehyung, as it would only increase the guilt shrouding your heart. Already feeling bad from the flu, you didn’t want to make it worse.

“Do you want to walk with me?”

Linking your arm through his, you accepted and you set off down the road. You weren’t sure where you were headed, and it seemed that neither did Jungkook, but it was nice to get some fresh air. Jungkook begun talking about the dance, and how he’d come up with more choreography for the last and most upbeat chorus. You were content to just listen, feeling his body occasionally bump into yours as he got too excited talking about a certain move, and watching his eyes sparkle as they caught the light. Although Jungkook was still very closed off and removed, it was nice seeing his passion flare when he talked about what he enjoyed, which was anything music related.

You walked past the shops and into the park, and even though your body ached from illness, Jungkook didn’t stop smiling, and it grew to be infectious. Before long, you’d forgotten about your sore throat and blocked nose, and were having a good time without overthinking your problems.

Jungkook sat down on the grass underneath a blossom tree, closing his eyes as the sun warmed his skin. He was definitely handsome, but you tried your hardest not to stare at his dozing figure. Although you weren’t exactly dating Taehyung, you still felt like you had to stay loyal and not let your hormones take over. Instead, you poked his side, demanding he showed you the new moves to your dance.

“I thought you didn’t want to practice,” he grinned cheekily.

“Go on, smart ass, show me the choreography.”

The rest of the morning was spent dancing, but because of the sun, neither of you were trying particularly hard to get the moves right. In fact, you managed to trip up several times, but Jungkook swore that he didn’t have anything to do with it. You were glad you’d suggested dancing, as Jungkook always looked relaxed and in his element.


“Y/N, Jungkook!”

Taehyung was standing a few metres in front of you, looking as shocked as you were feeling. You hadn’t anticipated seeing him on your walk, especially not by himself. Sometimes it looked strange not seeing Yeji hanging off his arm.

“I’ve got to go,” said Jungkook suddenly, his body language instantly changing to tense and tight, the opposite of what he had been a few minutes earlier. “Got work to catch up on.”

Jungkook strode past Taehyung without a goodbye and avoiding eye contact, but Taehyung hardly flinched. His brown eyes lay on you, not saying anything. He just smiled, the way he always did when you were telling him a story or if he caught your eye in class.

“Having fun with Jungkook?” he asked, his warm, deep tone comforting you, despite knowing that his question was meant to get under your skin and annoy you.

“Just friends, Tae,” you reminded him.

You’d been thinking of this moment for days: you were either going to tell him about Yeji, or you were going to add it to your list of secrets. Still undecided, you waited for Taehyung to say something, but he remained silent. Instead, he walked over to the closest tree and pulled one of the branches. You watched him as he snapped off a twig adorned with cherry blossoms, and brought back to you. He reached up to brush away the hair on the side of your head, then tucked the blossom behind your ear.

“I knew it would suit you,” Taehyung said happily.

In that moment, your decision was made: you weren’t going to tell him. All it was going to do was anger him, as he was unlikely to believe you in the first place. Plus, it wasn’t your business to interfere. What happened between him and his girlfriend was their personal concern, and you shouldn’t have got involved anyway. You should’ve just left Jimin alone instead of asking what’d happened, because you were now caught up in something you shouldn’t be.

“You never asked me what I did for our date the other night,” Taehyung continued, going back to his normal self, copying Jungkook by linking his arm through yours, and then following in the direction of where the younger boy strode off. “We went to the spring market, you know the one off the main street with all those cute shops? I ate so much you would not believe.”

“I thought you might go there,” you lied, your heart beating a little faster. You hated lying to Taehyung. “You’ve always liked romantic stuff.”

“There were so many couples, but I wish we could’ve gone together. The tteokbokki was unreal.”

You hid the grin threatening to blow your cover. One thing you always agreed on was food, which saved you from many quarrels; Taehyung only got grumpy when he was hungry, which never happened with you around.

“But I realised something while I was there.” He paused to avoid a puddle, his arm slipping out of yours. “I think,” he continued, once he’d dodged it, “I think I’m in love, Y/N.”

He held out his arm for you to take it again, but you’d stopped completely, your body going slack. “You love Yeji?” you spluttered, unable to believe what you just heard.

“I really think I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

It wasn’t meant to come out as blunt and abrupt as it did, but the thought of your best friend loving someone while they had no feelings for him back infuriated you. He deserved better than her.

“What? How do you know how I feel?” he asked, looking disappointed in your response.

“It’s not love.” Once you’d started, you couldn’t seem to stop. A small voice in your head was telling you to tone it down, as it probably took a lot of guts for Taehyung to admit his feelings. But you ignored it. “Don’t go jumping into things, Tae.”

“If it’s not love, then what is it? You’ve never been out with someone before.”

The familiar sense of jealousy was bubbling in your stomach. “What does it matter? I still know about love.”

“Yeah, and so do I,” Taehyung argued, turning away slightly to ensure he didn’t get too riled up. “It’s the feeling I get with Yeji, like nothing in the world is wrong, like everything is perfect. Do you understand that? Hang on, why don’t you think I’m in love?”

“Because I’ve loved someone before, Tae. And love isn’t perfect, not like that.”

Taehyung let out a low chuckle. “Yeah? Who have you loved? Because I’m pretty sure celebrities don’t count, nor does Jimin’s younger brother.”

Perhaps it was the condescending tone Taehyung had begun to use, or the fact that he was making fun of the tiny infatuation you had on Jimin’s brother several years ago, that lasted a maximum of three days. Either way, something in you broke. You were sick and tired of keeping secrets from Taehyung, and you were bored of pretending that he was just a friend to you.

“I like a boy with bright orange hair who has a stupid smile and has an awful sense of humour and likes skinship way too much and who’s too thick to realise that I’m in love with him. He annoys me daily, and I want to throttle him for being so oblivious, but no matter what I do, I still love him. He makes me happy even when I don’t want to be. But he’s dumb as hell.

If Taehyung wasn’t staring at you before, he was staring at you now. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide, completely dumbfounded. You weren’t even aware that you were crying until you felt tears run down your chin, too caught up in the moment.

“I’m fully aware that the feelings aren’t mutual and they will never be mutual, and that’s fine. That’s life, I guess. I just want you to be happy, Tae. Really, truly happy. If you think that Yeji can do that for you, then go ahead. I’ll support you the best that I can. But I want you to know that I’ll always be your best friend, even when it hurts to be.”

There was a bitterness in your voice that couldn’t be covered, but finally expressing your emotions almost made you giddy with relief.

“I shouldn’t have told you like this,” you added, your voice getting choked up due to both emotion and illness. Taehyung stayed motionless as you played with the hem of your shirt, trying desperately to hold back the sobs. “I’m really sorry. I’d… better go.”

You left Taehyung standing in the middle of the park, his usually solid frame looking limp and feeble. Casting one final look over your shoulder at your friend, you saw a single solitary tear on his cheek, shining in the sun.

Two days passed and you hadn’t heard a single word from Taehyung. Lectures had begun again for another week, but his usual seat was empty, making your lectures feel even more dull than usual. During your breaks, you began your new job as a janitor, cleaning the university hallways and emptying the bins in each classroom, allowing your mind to wonder. However, your thoughts always returned to your confession in the park, making you cringe and shudder in embarrassment. Did you really say ‘that’s life’? To make it worse, as soon as you walked away, you suddenly came up with fifty other things you should’ve said to Taehyung to help explain yourself better. But you knew turning around and justifying your words would only make you look weaker and more vulnerable than you already were.

Grumbling under your breath, you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn coffee stain with a mop, pretending the stain was the memory you were trying to forget and erase. You weren’t sure whether it was because of what happened between you two that stopped Taehyung from coming to lectures, or whether he was genuinely busy and couldn’t make it. In your mind, it was the former idea.

You’d passed Jin several times in the hallways since that day, and the sweet smile he gave you told you that he knew nothing about Yeji’s secret or what had occurred between you and Taehyung. Therefore, Taehyung had kept it quiet. Was he ashamed? Did he not want his housemates to know? Questions and worries swirled your head as students filed into the corridor, the lessons changing over. You watched as people munched on a sandwiches or noodles, crumbs and spots of sauce dropping to the floor.

“Can’t everyone be more careful?” you muttered to yourself, pressing your body against the wall so a group of girls could pass.

“If I say it was an accident, will you still be annoyed with me?”

Whipping round, you saw Namjoon standing at your side, balancing on one foot with the other held aloft, dripping with water.

“Did you put your foot in my bucket?” you asked incredulously.

“Maybe,” he replied shiftily, biting his lip as he shook his foot, sending water everywhere. “Whoops.”

“Namjoon, you need supervision,” you laughed. Grabbing his hand to help his balance, he was able to pull off his shoe and pour it out, the smell of cleaning liquid filling the air.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just came over to talk and I’ve just made your job harder for you. But anyway, I thought you were in the dance competition to get the money? Why are you doing more work?”

“Because we might not win,” you shrugged. “The dance thing was a spur of the moment decision, but when I thought about it, it seemed a bit silly to put all my faith in winning the competition. But I like dancing and Jungkook seems to be having fun, so it’s a good side project.”

“Don’t put yourself under too much stress,” he said sternly, putting his shoe back on. You just smiled ruefully, knowing that it was a bit too late for that. “Oh, and Taehyungie is ill,” he added. “Something like the flu. I’m not sure, but he hasn’t left his room and he’s been quite quiet recently. I thought maybe you should pop over later to visit? It’s strange when Taehyung isn’t his usual, bubbly self.”

“I don’t think I can,” you lied. “I’m busy.”

“You don’t have to stay long. Just a quick hello, cheer him up a bit. You’d be doing us all a favour, especially me. Making soup every day for the boy is slowly killing me.”

Namjoon’s pleading expression whittled down your resistance, especially as he looked so pitiful with one foot and ankle still dripping with water. Although he was older and a whole lot cleverer than you, you had the urge to protect him from anything bad that could upset him. Which is why you kept your mouth shut about why Taehyung was acting funny, and instead agreed to his request.

Taehyung’s room was dark, as his curtains were drawn despite the spring sun shining outside. In the dim light, you could just make out the mess that had accumulated, from tissues littering every surface to bowls of half eaten soup stacked up on his bedside table. However, it still smelt like honey. On the bed lay a Taehyung-like lump as he hid under the covers, fast asleep and letting out guttering snores as he struggled to breathe, his nose congested.

You sat on the edge of his bed, and suddenly, the noises stopped as he stirred awake. After two days of waiting, you were finally going to talk your feelings through and sort them out. To know what Taehyung had been thinking about scared you, but it was now or never.

In a soft voice, you called his name. “Tae?”