but i doubt he ever thought the last thing she would say to him before going into hiding

Tantalizing: 07

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

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Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names?
Word Count: 6,631

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The Aftermath: Bucky (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which Bucky reacts to finding out how you feel about him.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,740

A/N: I couldn’t write the next part of this series without giving you at least one scene from Bucky’s perspective. I’ve been excited to write this since I posted the original “The Aftermath”. 

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Originally posted by kingsebastian

Forty Minutes Later

Bucky clutches his chest, trying to remove a dagger that isn’t really there. It feels like it is though. The look on your face before he left your apartment put it there.

It had to be done.

It had to be done.

No matter how many times he has repeated those words, his makeshift mantra, they don’t make him feel any better. How could they when he just did the one thing he never wanted to do? He broke your heart.

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it's you (that makes my heart beat)

The first letter appears when she is thirteen. She feels a burning sensation on her wrist, panic flaring at the sudden pain but it quickly turns to excitement when she sees the ink form into the shape of a T.


She shows her parents, happy at the thought of soon meeting her soulmate. The first thing she does is Google names with the letter T.


She’s fourteen when she meets Ty. He hasn’t gotten any letters yet and she’s not quite sure she loves him, yet. But it could be him. They date, she kisses him, she feels empty.


She asks her mom how she felt when she met her dad and She deflates when the lovesick poetic description of feeling complete and ethereal love. She’s never felt like that with Ty.


She’s fifteen and She knows it’s not him, he knows it’s not her. She hates the way his eyes light up when he meets her friend (teammate), Amanda. And she hates the look that mirrors Amanda. And they both still don’t have any letters but they are hanging out all the time. It doesn’t bother her until they start excluding her. It’s then when she no longer can live in denial.


It’s petty, she’s jealous and she does something stupid.


She sends the picture to Ty and it all comes crashing down. They fight, she can’t remember what’s said but she knows it’s harsh but what kills her is when he shows her the A on his wrist. But it’s what he says afterwards that completely breaks her.


“Hopefully you never meet your soulmate because you don’t deserve them.”


And it angers her so much because it’s true. She knocks his tooth out (they put it back).


That night a R appears after the T. It’s bittersweet she thinks as she feels asleep with tears in her eyes. She uses her watch to cover her wrist after that day and vows tip forget about her soulmate. 



Trini’s twelve when she gets the K. It’s bittersweet. 


She’s sitting at the dining table with her parents when she starts to feel like someone is dragging a razor across her skin. She lifts her sleeve up and jumps in astonishment as black ink begins to form a letter. Her parents watch in excitement with her and when the letter becomes clear they start spouting off names with the letter K; Kevin, Kyle, Karl. Trini’s heart breaks a little because she knows (hopes) that the name will be different. 


She thinks of Katie the cute girl who sits in front of her in English. Of Keisha who always smiles at her in the hallways. She wishes she could tell her parents. She wishes she could be honest. She wishes her parents would understand when she’s ready.


She brings Katie over for a study date. Katie who still hasn’t gotten any letters but has seen the K on her wrist and smiles often at her. Sometime later Katie leans over and lands a peck on her lips. Trini feels her face heat up. They go back to studying even though Trini can’t concentrate anymore. She can’t stop thinking about Katie’s soft lips. She can’t stop thinking about how nice it felt. She’s not sure if Katie is her soulmate but she wouldn’t mind kissing her again. 


They’ve been together for almost a year and Trini thinks she’s in love, she believes they might be soulmates. She feels the happiest she’s ever been. She still hasn’t told her parents but the suspicious looks her mother gives her makes her insides hurt. 


It’s when she’s thirteen that her world falls apart.


Katie comes in and She can tell that the girl is trying to contain her excitement but she’s bubbling with energy.


“I got my first letter.” Trini can tell the girl is trying (and failing) to sound disappointed.


It feels like her heart stutters. Katie reveals her wrist and a D is there flaring back at her.


“I’m sorry. Good luck with finding your soulmate.”


Trini never looks back up. Katie leaves and she doesn’t move. She feels empty in a way that it hurts. For the next week she refuses to go to school, refuses to answer her parents’ concerned questions and only eats the bare minimum. 


She gets an I following the K after that. But she’s numb, she doesn’t care. She could get a full name and still not be sure that she has found her soulmate. So many people share the same name. She’s not going to get hurt again. 


They move a month later.


She’s fourteen when her parents bring over Kaleb from church. She hates him. Hates the way his shirt is tucked into his jeans all nice and proper, hates how he addresses her parents as sir and ma'am, hates how he keeps trying to discreetly (and fails) glance at her bracelet covered wrist. She sees the T on his wrist and almost feels sorry for him. She ignores him throughout dinner as her parents encourage (push) her to converse with him.


“You’re wasting your time.” Trini finally mumbles without looking up but the silence that follows tells her that the whole table heard.


Her mother excuses her little brothers who take the chance and run to their room.


“I’m not your soulmate.” She finally looks at the boy.  She shows him her wrist, the two letters causing a delusury burning (she wishes she could rip her skin off), relief crosses his face and Trini scoffs.


“What are you waiting for, you know where the door is?” She pushes her plate away, not that she has ate much.  


“Trini that’s no way to treat our guest.” Her mom scolds her with a glare as Kaleb shifts uncomfortably in his seat, itching to get out of this place (just like Trini). 


“Why didn’t you tell us?” Her father presses gently.


It’s eating at her and if she holds it any longer she’ll drown. It comes from the back of her throat before she can think of the repercussions.


“Because I’m gay!”


Kaleb leaves after that. Her nightmares come true, her mom starts yelling at her amd she sits their unresponsive which only serves to fuel her mother’s anger. She yells at her for embarrassing her in front of a guest, for hiding things, and for saying nonsense. But what hurts more than her mother’s anger is the silence and look of disappointment from her father.


They move within three days.


The silence continues on her behalf. She didn’t think it could hurt more. But then her mother starts spouting off names again. Kirk, Killian, Kile. She starts avoiding dinners.


It’s not hard to find someone who deals. She does it to piss her mom off. She does it to forget. To feel something other than pain. The first time she smokes weed she has a coughing fit and wonders how the hell someone can like this shit. But eventually she gets the hang of it. She’s floating in a euphoric high, nothing can touch her.


Her vice (escape) only lasts a few months before her mom catches her. Finds a joint while snooping through her stuff. They threaten to send her to rehab. They move again.


Her mother’s questions continue but now a monthly urine test is added to the conversations. She stops if just to get her mother off her back. But she wonders what her  next vice will be.


At times when she’s showering, she considers grabbing the razor and dragging it across her wrist destroying the letters that only seem to bring her problems. But she can never being herself to do it.


She considers getting a tattoo to cover it. She knows a guy who’ll do it even though she’s a minor. She makes an appointment, shows up. It’s really sketchy, in his living room but he pulls out a brand new clean needle but before he can bring the needle to her skin she retracts. She needs to know the full mame first, know that her mother is wrong and that she’s not confused.


But she feels bad wasting this guys time so instead she opts for something different. She ends up getting a black and yellow sabre tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She knows her parents would kill her if they ever find out but that thought encourages her to go through with it. It stings in a way similar to when she got her letters.


She’s fifteen when her parents decide to move again. Destination: Angel Grove.


She doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. Her new vice becomes tai chi and heavy metal.


Not long after she turns 15 she gets her third letter. She sitting in the back row of her biology classroom when the familiar stinging sensation bolts her from her thoughts. The letter M appears and her breath catches as she glances up to look at the girl sitting a few seats ahead of her. Former head cheerleader fallen from grace, that’s as much as Trini knows.


It could be her or there could be different name on the girl’s wrist. Trini doesn’t want to know. 


She books it from class as soon as the bell rings and heads for the cliff. She runs, what’s the point of knowing her soulmate if her parents will force her to move eventually.


That night she meets the group of misfits. She thinks she dies but somehow wakes up alive and well in her bed the next morning. She wonders for a few minutes which option would’ve been better.


The day gets weirder but besides getting pulled over a cliff by none other than Kimberly Hart, the girl does not seem to act any different around her. Trini buries the disappointment and deems that the girl is not her soulmate.


And that thought is what makes her not run away and actually form a cautious friendship with Kimberly. Any doubts she has quickly fade, being around Kim is easy. She hasn’t felt quite is relaxed like this in a long time. She thinks she doesn’t need her soulmate when she has her friends, when she has Kim.



Kim can’t help but think it would be so easy if Jason Scott was her soulmate. He’s caring and kind but she has absolutely no romantic feelings for him. She has a T and an R on her wrist, and he has a W on one wrist and a Z on the other. He doesn’t talk about it, she doesn’t ask but she tells him everything and it helps that he forgives her for what she’s done considering she still hasn’t managed to forgive herself.


She grows closer to the rangers but closer to Trini. The girl whose like a grumpy cat but if she likes you, you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s not sure when it happens but they’re at the donut shop and it hits her. She doesn’t feel lonely anymore. 


Rita happens and she doesn’t have much time to dwell on her feelings. She hasn’t felt anger as heavy as when she sees the marks on Trini’s neck and she knows that when she gets the chance she’ll make Rita regret ever laying a hand on Trini.


Billy dies, Billy comes back to life and Rita gets bitch slapped into space. Things seem to finally be settling down.


They are all still friends and Trini’s still there. Kim can’t help but think how lucky she is to have her in her life, and she’ll do whatever she can to deserve her friendship.


A few weeks after the Goldar incident and Kim finds herself sitting on Trini’s couch for a Netflix marathon. Trini’s parents are out of town visiting family for the weekend and the boys had plans to work on Jason’s truck, which makes Kim glad she can spend some alone time with Trini.


3 things happen at once.


One: Trini reaches leans forward towards the popcorn and her sleeveless shirt shifts and Kimberly catches sight of yellow and black saber tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She feels her mouth go dry, stomach tighten and a slight throb between her legs. Her face heats up as she realizes she’s turned on by discovering that Trini has a tattoo. It hits her that she’s attracted to her best friend.


Two: the familiar burning sensation on her wrist comes. She moves her watch slightly to see a new letter begin to form. An I. Her heartbeat is so loud she hears it thumping in her ears. It’s like being thrown in cold water and she wonders how she never considered the possibility that the girl in front of her could be her soulmate. She looks at Trini and wonders if she knows, if she has any letters. It’s that moment that all the feelings she has been experiencing lately begin to make sense.


Three: as Trini reaches for the popcorn bowl her bracelets on her left hand shift and Kimberly catches sight of the three letters marking the skin. She freezes and her blood runs cold. Thoughts race through her head. Trini knew and never told her and there has to be a reason for that. She doesn’t want her, why else keep it a secret.


She goes through a rollercoaster of emotions in the span of a few seconds. Arousal, joy, (it’s a goal high) and then the hurt (a goal low). And it really fucking hurts knowing that your soulmate doesn’t want you, that you don’t deserve them.


She stands abruptly, the tv control falling to the wooden floor with a clash.


“Kim?” Trini turns to her with worry.


She runs.

Don’t Say Anything (part 7)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro being a little shit, Bucky being annoying

A/N: You guys wanted Bucky’s pov so I’m giving you Bucky’s pov. I hope you like it :) Have any of you watched Rupaul’s Drag Race? What do you think about season 9? Who’s your fav so far? I like Shea Coulee, Nina Bo’nina Brown, Aja, Peppermint but my number 1 is definitely Farrah Moan. I don’t really like Trinity Taylor so far though.


“Movie night!” Tony’s voice rang throughout the building. “I have taken the liberty of choosing a movie already.”

Everyone filed into the living room, sitting down where open spots were. Nat and Bucky sat next to each other on the couch opposite of you while Pietro plopped down beside you, wrapping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“What movie is it?” Steve questioned.

“A little something I like to call ‘How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days’.” Tony smiled as he clicked play on the movie. Everyone groaned.

“We watched this last week.” Wanda spoke.

“And we’re watching it this week as well.”

“Someone else needs to pick a movie for movie night. It can’t always be you, Tony.” Nat laughed, curling up next to Bucky.

Tony rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to Steve, opting not to respond to the red head. 20 minutes into the movie, Natasha scoots towards Bucky. He lifts his arm, allowing Nat to cuddle up to him even more. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her ever so close to him. Bucky kisses Nat’s temple all while looking directly at you.

The super soldier felt his heart break when he saw a flash of hurt in your eyes.

Is she okay? Why does she look so sad? Was it Pietro? If he did anything to Y/N..

He was pulled from his thoughts when Pietro placed a pillow on Y/N’s lap and laid down. Her hands instantly go to his hair, fingers threading the blonde locks. Bucky felt his body tense up at the sight. He remembers when you would run your fingers through his hair after he had a nightmare or even when you two were just hanging out.

“I love when you run your fingers through my hair, my love.” Pietro sighed happily, loud enough for Bucky to hear. He gripped the couch when he heard you giggle.

Bucky doesn’t know why he was feeling this way. He had Nat. There’s no way he liked you.. Right? No. Absolutely not. You were just his friend. Natasha was the whole package. He looked down at Nat who was under his arm and smiled. But his smiled faded all too fast when he looked back at you and Pietro, seeing him making you giggle even more.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to watch a movie.” he glared directly at Pietro.

The two of you look over at him and Pietro smirked. “Then watch it.”

“I can’t when you keep making Y/N laugh.” the brunette snapped.

“Hearing Y/N laugh is a problem? I think her laugh is music to my ears.” he smiled, knowing how angry he was making Bucky.

“Do that some other time.” Bucky was trying to keep his cool and trying not to cause a scene but judging by how everyone was looking at him, it was clear that he had made a scene.

“When you love someone-”

“Oh shut up!” Bucky cut Pietro off. The blonde opened his mouth to say something back until you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Stop it.” you mutter. “C’mon, Piet. Let’s go to sleep.”

You nudge him with your knee and he stands up, offering his hand to you which you gladly take. Bucky watches as you leave the room and his mouth opens and closes. He wanted to tell you to stay, to come sit next to him, but he didn’t.

When he heard your door shut, he leaned back into the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.


He spent the next day lying in bed with Nat. It was a lazy day for the team. It was good to get some down time.

“Bucky.” Nat said softly as her fingers traced his arm.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response. All he’s been thinking about was you. He had no idea why. And now that Pietro was here, being all clingy and shit, it wasn’t helping.

“Is something wrong?”

He gives her a confused look. “Why would there be something wrong?”

Nat shrugged. “You’ve just been acting a bit weird ever since Y/N found out about us.”

“I was just scared that she’d tell everyone.” he murmured.

“We told everyone we were dating a couple of days ago, Bucky and you’re still being weird. Like, what was that last night?” the red head moved to sit up. Bucky copied her actions.

“What was what?” he knew what she was talking about but played dumb.

“You going off on Pietro. He didn’t even do anything.” she replied.

“He was making Y/N laugh.”

“So? Steve’s laughed during a movie and you’ve never gave him shit for it.”

“It was disrupting the movie, Nat. The movie that I was trying to watch.” he tried his best not to roll his eyes because if he did, she’d murder him.

“Wanda and Tony have disrupted plenty of movies - I have too and not once have you said anything. Something’s wrong. I know you don’t really like Pietro but you usually ignore him.” she says and she’s right. Bucky would usually ignore Pietro whenever he was over. So why was last night any different?

Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Natasha. I just got irritated, alright?”

“Is this because him and Y/N are a thing now? Are you mad that she might be replacing you with him?” Nat questioned and Bucky gave her a look.

“What do you mean by ‘thing’? They’re not together. There’s no way in hell that they’re together.” his voice raised as he spoke. Y/N would never date Pietro. He knew she wouldn’t.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” she shrugged. “They make a cute couple.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses. “No they don’t.”

Natasha knits her eyebrows together. “What’s wrong with you, seriously? You can’t be happy for Y/N? She’s getting over that asshole she used to like.”

“Pietro is an asshole.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at the super soldier but before she could reply, the door opened, revealing Y/N and wow did she look beautiful.

She looks beautiful everyday, what am I thinking?

“Hey guys.” you say softly, eyes wandering between Bucky and Nat.

“Hey snooka.” Nat greeted. Y/N gives her a little smile before turning to Bucky.

“Sorry if I interrupted something but I was wondering if you still had those coupons for free milkshakes?” you tilt your head in the most adorable way and Bucky smiled.

“Yeah, I do. Why? You wanna go get some milkshakes?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in him. Just the thought of hanging out with Y/N for the day made him so happy. The last time you two had hung out together was the day at the zoo and that didn’t go so well. He still doesn’t know why you broke down crying.

“Umm.. I was gonna take Pietro with me. We don’t want to stay in the building all day.” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.

His eyes went dark and he clenched his hands. Getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing, not a Y/N and Pietro thing.

“Uh, well here.” he digs around in his drawer before pulling out the coupons. Bucky stood up and walked around his bed to hand over the papers. “I can come if you want. We haven’t hung out together in a while.”

You bit your bottom lip. “No, it’s fine. You stay here with Nat, maybe some other time.” you take the coupons from his hand. “Thanks Bucky.”

He watches as you walk out of his room and over to the elevator where Pietro was waiting for you. The blonde makes eye contact with Bucky and smirked as he draped his arm around your shoulders before entering the elevator.


A/N: Here you gooooooo, tell me what ya think! :)

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Secret Wolfsbane (Remus x Reader)

“Loved your last Remus piece! Would you maybe do one where the reader is friends with the marauders, secretly in love with Remus, and once she finds out he is a were she makes wolfsbane for him secretly leaving it in the shack since she doesn’t want to pressure him into telling her. The boys get curious as to who is making it so they use the invisibility cloak and catch her leaving it one day. Lots of fluff! Thank you and have a good day!” Aw! Thank you so so much! And I loved this idea, hope you like how it turned out!

Italics= thoughts and flashbacks.

Also, in this instance professor Merrythought will be teaching DADA since there is no clear answer to who was teaching it after she retired during the marauders era.

You were a sixth year Gryffindor along with the poster children for trouble, also known as the marauders. You had been best friends with them ever since first year, but you have also been in love with one of them just as long. It started out as crush but after getting to know the sweet and gentle boy better, it turned into love. You were in love with none other than Remus Lupin, he was just as michevious as the rest but he was gentler and much more reasonable.

It wasn’t until your third year at Hogwarts that you found out about his “furry little problem” as both James and Sirius refer to it. Every month Remus would get sick, you didn’t think much of it during your first year but then during your second year, Sirius, James and Peter would disappear as well.

Second Year, after Christmas break.

“Hey guys! I was looking all over for you, have you seen Remus? The night sky is pretty clear so I was wondering if he wanted to star gaze and finish our astronomy project.” You told the pair of boys who were sitting at the back of the library.

“Sorry Y/N, it’s his aunt’s birthday tomorrow so he left afte class.” James said as he continued to write on a piece of parchment, no doubt an overdue essay.

“Wasn’t his aunt’s birthday last month?” You questioned.

“He has more than one aunt, this one is also very dear to him.” Sirius asserted as he stood from his chair, gathering his things.

“Oh okay, do you guys want to go and stargaze with me then?”

“Sorry sweet cheeks, but we have that test to study for, you go ahead and tell us about it tomorrow, okay?” Sirius replied as he ruffled your head affectionately. He and James left the library, leaving you with your thoughts. Funny thing was that you all had the same classes and there was no such test coming up, rather than keep interrogating them you played dumb and left it at that.

 

End of Second Year

“Hey, James! Have you seen Remus? He wasn’t in class today and I was wondering if he wanted any of the chocolate my mother sent me.”

“Um, sorry Y/N, he came down with a nasty stomach virus last night and went home for the weekend since he doesn’t like to stay in the hospital wing.” He answered.

“Oh that’s odd, he seemed fine last night.”

“Yeah, but you know how those bugs are, one minutes you’re fine and the next you’re kneeling over the loo hoping to be out of your misery soon.” He shrugged.

“Well, do you want some chocolate? She sent me far too much for just one person.”

“I would love some but I gotta run, Sirius, Peter and I have a double detention with Slughorn and I’m already late. I’ll catch you later!” and with that he ran off before you could bid him goodbye.

Another one of their excuses that didn’t add up since Slughorn loved James, and pretty much turned a blind eye when it came to the marauders.

 

Third Year

“Remus!” you exclaimed as you spotted your best friend down the hall, giving him a hug as you caught up with him.

“Looks like someone missed me.” He said chuckling as he hugged you back.

“You have no idea, you and the boys are always ditching me, I almost feel as if you all plan it and go to an Y/N free zone once a month to detox.” You joked back but you saw him gulp. So you were right, it wasn’t your imagination, they did all go out at least once a month without you.

“Nonsense, you can blame Peter for this one because he got us all sick this weekend, but don’t worry I’m feeling much better today.” He said smiling as you both made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts. You both set your bags down as you saw that everyone was gathered around the center of the room where a wardrobe stood rattling.

“Hello class! Today we have a hands on activity, as you all noticed that is not ordinary wardrobe, inside of it is a boggart. Can anyone tell me what that is?” no one raised their hand but Professor Merrythought called on Remus, knowing that he must have some sort of idea considering that his father was an expert when it came to things like this.

“A boggart is an amortal shape-shifting non-being that takes on the form of the viewer’s worst fear. It has no definite form since it changes depending on the person since he or she will fear different things.” He replied, looking uneasy, the carefree demeanor he had with you before class had vanished as he eyed the wardrobe wearily.

“Correct Mr. Lupin, ten points to Gryffindor. So right now, this particular boggart is sitting in the darkness inside has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.” The class remained silent, you could see many uneasy and worried looks.

“In order to get rid of one, one must concentrate on turning said fearful thing into something funny, so that fear can be dispelled in amusement as you say the incantation, ‘Riddikulus.’ Wands out, and repeat after me, Riddikulus.” The class did as they were told and soon enough you were all lining up, you and Remus made your way by where Sirius and James were standing and you all watched as Peter went first.

A snake came slithering out of the wardrobe, increasing in size as it got closer to Peter.

“Now Mr. Pettigrew!” Professor Merrythought shouted.

“R-riddikulus!” Peter shouted and in and instant the snaked turned into a slinky, laughter echoed in the room and soon enough everyone was pushing to be next.

One by one they all went and it was finally James’s turn, you bit your lip knowing well enough what his worst fear was. The wardrobe door opened once again and, a cow came out, walking slowly and mooing ominously at James. Both you and Remus bursted out laughing, remembering how a few summers ago, you all went to the muggle country side and somehow James angered a herd of cows and they chased him for five miles, it took Remus and Sirius a good twenty minutes to compose themselves before helping him.

“RIDDIKULUS!” James shouted with a little too much gusto, no doubt wanting to get it over and done with. The cow then turned into a dozen of black and white polka dotted snitches that buzzed around the room clumsily.

Sirius was next, you and Remus had a small betting pool going on between the two of you, knowing your best friends fairly well, you both knew what was going to come out of the wardrobe for Sirius.

Sure enough, a giant, and muscly Kreacher came out, hunched over with a menacing look on his face. You all knew Sirius wasn’t very fond of his house elf. The Kreacher like boggart wasn’t even halfway across the room when Sirius was already yelling Riddikulus, turning Kreacher into a giant balloon animal, squeaking with every movement.

It was finally your turn and you were not looking forward to it, in fact you had turned slightly pale at the thought of facing one of your biggest fears. Remus gave you an encouraging nod and you went to face your boggart.

At least fifty needles came flying out at you, all looking extremely sharp, you froze on the spot and even though they wouldn’t really hurt you, Remus ran towars you and yelled out.

“RIDDIKULUS!” not only did he protect you, but your boggart turned into a bunch of flowers; daisies, sunflowers and pansies bloomed around the room, but once the buds opened, a trumpet like sound was emitted, prompting raucous laughter.

You thanked Remus and he nodded, both of you blushing, you saw that he hesitantly made his way towards the front, knowing that he was one of the last ones to g; he needed to participate in order to get a good mark. The doors to the wardrobe opened and out came a great yellow ball, if you had blinked you would’ve missed it because in instant it was zipping around the room as a deflated balloon. That was no ordinary yellow ball, that was a full moon. Your theory was confirmed when you saw how the rest of the marauders were throwing worry glances towards Remus, the class didn’t seem to noticed what his boggart was since they were still laughing about the trumpeting flowers.

 

Ever since that fateful DADA class, you had finally figured out what your best friends were hiding from you. Your suspicions came true when you followed them during the full moon, drinking a potion that would make your movements as quiet as a mouse, you also had borrowed James’s invisibility cloak last week and had ‘forgotten’ to give it back this morning. You followed them into the shrieking shack, and when you saw how your best friends transformed into animaguses you gasped, but you felt your world spinning as you saw the man you love howl in pain as he turned into a wolf. You quickly ran out of the room, not because you were afraid but because you had to help him somehow, seeing him in pain made your heart ache.

During the next couple of weeks, you spent all of your free time in the room of requirements, hunched over countless of potion books, stirring and making endless trial potions in hopes of finally getting the challenging Wolfsbane potion down. Whenever one of the marauders would ask where you would go off to, you would give a vague answer of either going to see a professor for an extra lesson or that you were helping a professor or someone from a different house with something.

It took you two months but you had finally perfected and were ready to give it to Remus. During the next full moon, you went to the shrieking shack in the early hours of the morning and left the potion with a note explaining what it was, you hoped that they would use and wouldn’t think of it as a trap. Hopefully they think Dumbledore was behind it. You hid under one of the floorboards that was on the opposite side of the room, you had watched where they situated themselves and you knew that you would go undetected there. Soon enough it was nighttime and you heard them rushing in.

“Oi, Remus, come and look at this.” Sirius said as he saw the bottle and the note addressed to Remus. Remus eyes light up as he read it and even though James and Sirius were apprehensive Remus simply shrugged.

“I turn into a bloody monster once a month, I don’t have much to lose if I try this out.” He drank the potion in one big gulp, you all held your breath as he transformed a few minutes later. Five minutes passed and the rest of the marauders let out a cheer seeing how calm their friend was. You had happy tears in your eyes due to how your potion had worked and seeing that you were able to help him.

Ever since that full moon, every month you would work on his Wolfsbane potion and sneak it into the shack a day before the full moon. You had finished this batch and were ready to head out, you went to your room to get the cloak and your wand. You cursed under your breath as you remembered that you had given James his cloak back last week. You silently disarmed the spells that lead to the boy’s dormitories, thanks to yours and Remus’s late night study sessions, you knew which spell to use. You snuck into their room thinking that they were all in the common hall but much to your horror a voiced from behind you scared the daylights out of you.

“And to what to we owe this pleasure, love?” Sirius asked, leaning against the doorway as James looked on.

“Um, you see, I lent Remus a book yesterday and I need it to finish my Charms essay.” You answered, avoiding their eyes as you pretended to look for your book in Remus’s side of the room.

“And here it is! Thanks boys!” you grabbed the first book that you saw and left before they could say anything else.

You were back to how you were an hour ago, without an invisibility cloak. Guess I just have to risk being caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris… you thought. You put on your robes, grabbed both the potion and your wand and headed towards the underground tunnels that you knew so well. Unbeknownst to you, the two marauders didn’t believe your book story and followed you under James’s cloak, and were slowly putting two and two together as they follow you on your way towards the shrieking shack.

“No bloody way, she’s Moony’s Wolfsbane fairy.” Sirius whispered as James looked in awe as you made your way across the room and set down said potion, placed the accompanying note and left without a second glance. After they were sure you were long gone, they took off the cloak and sat in silence as they processed what they had just witnessed.

“Slughorn said that Wolfsbane was one of the hardest potions to do, it required an immense amount of skill and dedication. Remus started getting a bottle of Wolfsbane during the end of our third year, that means Y/N has been making his monthly potion for the last three years.” James pondered, finally breaking the silence.

“I’m honestly getting tired of seeing them dance around each other, can’t we just lock them up in a boggart free closet and have them confess their feelings for each other? What more proof do we need that she loves him? And we both know that he loves her.”

“Pads, I think it’s time we play matchmaker.” James said as he rubbed his hands excitedly.

A month had passed and you were once again bottling some Wolfsbane for Remus, ready to head out to set it out for him. You didn’t think twice on why you hadn’t seen any of the marauders all day, I mean it is Saturday, perhaps they’re out by the lake enjoying the sun before heading to the shack. You saw Peter and quickly asked him where the rest of the boys were, he stuttered that they were by the lake. You didn’t even bother to double check; you were just glad that you still had time to make your delivery.

You ran through the tunnels and finally made it to the shack, gasping for air, as you climbed upstairs. You were attaching your usual note to the bottle when a voice cut through the stillness of the room.

“Y/N?” you almost dropped the bottle. Gulping, you slowly turned around to face Remus.

“Hi Rem, fancy meeting you here.” You stammered out, avoiding his piercing green eyes.

“Three whole years. I’ve been wanting to meet the person that’s been making the Wolfsbane potion and thank them for three whole years, and that person was always next to me. You’ve been helping me for three whole years and I never thanked you, not once.” Remus marveled, slowly making his way across the room to you and enveloping you into a warm embrace.

You never imagined that someone would catch you in the act, let alone Remus himself.

“You’re not mad?” you whispered into his chest.

“Why would I be mad? You’ve been keeping me sane during my darkest hours.”

“I knew what was happening to you but I kept quiet.”

“No, Y/N, you found out and you still treated me as your best friend”

“That’s because I love you, Remus.” You breathed out.

“Now I know I must be dreaming.” He said, taking your hands in his as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“Ever since second year.” You whispered.

“So have I, bloody hell, I fell for you as soon as you told Sirius and James to shut up five minutes after sitting with us during our first train ride to school.” He gushed, laughing joyfully; both of you had smiles on your faces, your hearts were full, knowing that your love was reciprocated was the best feeling ever.

He closed the gap between the two of you and captured your lips into a gentle kiss, leaving you breathless. After a few moments you pulled apart, a gently blush dusting both of your faces.

“Remind me to thank Sirius and James for being so nosy, if it wasn’t for them following you last month, I would’ve never found out nor this would’ve happened.”

“Of course it was them…” You chuckled.

“They should be here soon, Peter will take you back to the castle and after this is all over we can spend the remainer of the weekend together, if you want that of course.” Remus said, nervously rubbing his neck.

“I wish you would let me stay but I understand, and of course I want to! In fact, I’ll sneak into the kitchen to get us some sweets.” You said, coming up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

A few minutes later, cheers and congratulations echoed across the room as the marauders made their entrance. Before you left with Peter back to the castle, you kissed Remus once more which prompted five minutes of cat-calls and hollering from James and Sirius. Both you and Remus blushed and rolled your eyes at their antics, Remus told them to shut up, trying his hardest not to blush once again.

Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!


You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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Amoureuse

Where y/n is Harry’s assistant and they are both secretly in love with each other.

warnings: a lot of smut

It’s my first time writing a Harry one shot. I’ve been dreaming about being Harry’s assistant a couple of times now and I wanted to write about it. I’m so sorry if this is shit,, English is my third language so yeah but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it :). xo ML

also shout out to my bub @17-blackaf for proof reading it :) you’re the best. 💕


Harry’s been staring at her for a while now.

He watched her as she was putting the last groceries in his fridge. She was in a hurry, as always. Y/N has been known to be a very stressed out person; always wanting to finish things as fast as she could.

But today, it was a bit different than usual.

Ever since Harry finished the last bits of his album, the level of her stress became unbearable. Harry was on promo tour in London, and though everything was going well (as they both hoped), she couldn’t help that she was anxious about every little thing.

Even after a year of being Harry’s assistant and him reassuring her every time that everything she does for him is amazing, she still doubts herself.

He wished that she wasn’t so hard on herself.

Harry admired Y/N a lot. He loved how she could speak three different languages (especially French, he loved French), while he struggled with repeating the same French phrase. Y/N always teased him when he tried to speak the language, but always helped him improve it. Y/N hated that English wasn’t her native language and struggled with it sometimes. Harry thought it was cute, and would always help her out. Just like she helped him with his French.

He was also amazed by her beautiful eyes and how they would sparkle when she smiled. He thought that she had the most extravagant smile in the world. Harry also thought Y/N was adorable, especially when she would giggle when he told her a silly joke.

Harry loved how much she loved his jokes as he adored her sense of humor. He always thought that they were very similar when it came down to corny jokes. She would tell the weirdest thing in the world and then laugh at herself. Harry thought she was a hilarious precious woman.

Harry loved the way she loved singing and dancing along to her favourite songs. It was entertaining to he catch her dancing around his house while listening to music. She would always scream and cuss, running away from him. Y/N loved all kinds of music, just like he does.

He adored how small she was compared to his height. Whenever she would let him hug her, she would always stand on her tiptoes. Which would always make him chuckle and hold her tighter to his chest.

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The Anatomy of a Blowjob

please place all blame squarely on the shoulders of @caramelkru WHERE IT BELONGS

rated M
read on ao3 here

If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.

For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.

Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.

Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.

Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.

[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???

[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??

His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.

The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.

Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,

[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???

He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.

[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group

[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this

[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?

[9:30pm] Clarke: so like, was it hard??

[9:30pm] Clarke: pun intended lmao

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Ten Years (Part 9)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,144 (minus the flashback)

Warnings: language!!, fluff, mentions of past cheating, confrontation, crying

A/N: Tags are closed. I wrote this so quickly because I got super motivated by all your messages. I think the angst is winding down. This is a turning point for reader, and I’m excited for her. Also, Bucky’s got a lotta ‘splainin’ to do!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 -

Originally posted by coporolight

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When We Collide (Part 7)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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A shaky breath escaped from your lips so loudly and deep it echoed in the otherwise quiet bathroom. You had made sure you were the only one in here in fear of someone else showing up but now it was as if everything around you was blurred.

The stick in your hand was just as blurry as everything else. How could this be possible? How was it even possible? None of it made sense to your mind.

“I can’t be fucking pregnant.” You stated to yourself but when you looked into the mirror to see your devastated expression reality hit you hard.

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STING

SUMMARY - You break up with Bucky after a phone call from your bestie . But should you have trusted her?(idk , the summary’s is stupid)

WORDS- 2k

WARNING- Angst , cheating

A/N - Thank you so much Taw @supersoldierslover . You are the best .

MASTERLIST

One call from your best friend and everything around you went dark . Everything at your vicinity seemed to come to a sudden halt . You couldn’t trust your ears . But she was your best friend , why would she lie .

The door bell rang and you opened the door to reveal the face of your boyfriend . You stopped yourself from pouring out your feeling in the form of tears and curses . You couldn’t , you didn’t want to.

“Hey , where have you been?”, you asked with a heavy heart and a heavier tongue , the words barely making it out of your lips .

“Umm , just out . You know….” , he said shrugging , walking past you into your shared house . How you wanted to believe that it was truth . Your mind and heart fighting over the honesty bore in his words , but for the first time your mind was victorious . You couldn’t believe him .

“I missed you.” Your words came out in a whisper , tears glossing your eyes .

He hummed not turning around to look at you . You walked towards him and wrapped your hands around his torso and inhaled his scent . He melt into the soft kisses you placed on his neck and shoulders . He instantly turned around and grabbed you by your waist and kissed you .

Even now his lips just fit perfectly around yours , you couldn’t help but melt into it . Your hands on his shoulders for support because your knees sure as hell gave out when his kisses trailed down your neck . You moaned . You hated it .

“You did miss me huh.” He removed his shirt while you removed yours . Completely bare in front of each other like the many times before, but for the very first time you felt naked . You felt his gaze disgusting . You wanted him not go through this out of guilt . You wanted him to confess his wrong doings , but he didn’t . He lusted over your body .He lifted you by your thighs and took you into the bedroom dropping you at the middle of it.

It wasn’t the first time that you had sex at the middle of the day but it was surely the last time . He pushed into you and you moaned at his length as your walls tightened around him eliciting a moan from him too. He was a man who got pleasure out of others pleasure . Hearing your moans and looking at your blissful face brought him close to his release . But today you turned around on all fours , hiding your face from him . He thrust into you harder and deeper , grazing at your pleasure spot , evoking deep moans from you . You put your hand on his hip and tried to push him harder. He pulled you against his chest and thrust into you wildly. Whispering confessions of love in your ear, which was now deaf to his sweet talk.

Your release soon came which brought about his as he filled you up . You both collapsed on the bed and he soon fell asleep , exhausted . But you couldn’t . You sat there with your knees to your chest ,not a single tear coming out , your eyes dry and your heart cold with no feeling , your mind blank. You wanted to be angry . You wanted to scream, slap him, scream at him, ask him why he did this to you , but you knew the answer would only hurt you more.

You did this because you wanted to feel and touch him one last time . But his kissed sting your skin and his I love you’s sting your heart . You walked over to the bathroom and freshened up , wearing a fresh pair of clothes .  You wanted to get away . You quietly packed your clothes , not wanting to wake him up and create a drama . You picked what you could , and walked out of the door  , but not before leaving a note.

Dear Bucky ,

I should have known that this would never work . But I didn’t want it to end like this . Do not contact me and do not even try to find out where I live.

-          Y/N .  

 

You went to meet up with your best friend in a coffee shop .

“See , I told you this would happen Y/N . I never thought he could stay loyal.”
You just nodded at her remarks , you wanted to forget about and not talk about it but she just couldn’t take a clue.

“But I am glad you broke it off with him . You deserve much more than that cheating asshole.”

At this you got up and said your goodbye to her. You went to your brothers apartment and started living with him .

Bucky did call you . He sent you a million texts before you blocked him . But he didn’t stop there. No. He came banging on your brothers door after a week .

“Please , tell him I am not here .”, your told your brother  .

He said what you told him to tell. But Bucky didn’t believe it but he still went away . It was the same thing the next 3 times . He would come around and your brother would tell that you weren’t home .

You thought about the days you just laid in his embrace, your heart swelling at his warmth and tender touches . You thought about the days his name was the only world that came out of your mouth in bliss. You thought about the days where he held your shaking body and sat through your nightmares calming you . You thought about how you did the same for him . There was so much love between the two of you and not once did you have any doubts. You would be lying if you said  you hadn’t thought about a future with him. But as soon as your friend called you with the news that she saw Bucky kissing another girl , and that she saw him come out of her house, all your fucking dreams about having a future with him was shattered .

You cried for days thinking about where you went wrong , what you did that made him seek pleasure from someone else’s body , seek happiness in someone else. Why weren’t you enough?

But in 2 months ,you came to understand that this wasn’t your fault . Bucky cheating doesn’t have anything to do with you but everything to do with him  . You couldn’t blame yourself . You found a job far away from the first one where you were sure to run into Bucky .

But as Bucky’s visits decreased and messages he sent though his friends phone decreased so did your best friends’s. But you didn’t give it much thought . Maybe she too moved on and got busy with life .6 months and you were honestly happy . Not the happiest you have ever been but still happy  . Colours seeped back into your life, you felt alive, not pulled down by the weight of betrayal .

Your new job was everything you had ever wanted . But you were being transferred to the branch where your old job  was at . If you had gotten it 6 months ago you would have declined it in fear of running into Bucky but right now you were more  than okay . You have gotten over him and nothing about the aspect of his existence hurts you anymore.

You got into an apartment nearby and settled in. It was your first day there and you decided you needed coffee to get through the hectic first day  .

As soon as you entered the cafe you were met with a familiar face , your best friend(maybe former) Sabrina .

“Hey , Om my god . Long time no see.” You say as she turned around holding two coffees .

“Y/N? Hi…I..What are you doing here?” She said looking a little worried. She didn’t really seem happy at meeting you .

“Oh , I got a job here . So..And you?” You asked but before she could answer you heard another familiar voice .

“Hey babe. Sorry , I slept in.” He walked from behind you and kissed Sabrina’s forehead taking a coffee from her hand .

When he turned around you were met with the blue orbs that you once called home . The blue eyes that once gave you comfort, the blue eyes that you fell in love with the first day you met him .

And the very blue eyes had love for someone else now. And not just anyone , but your best fr..sorry , your ex-best friend Sabrina .

His face too seemed to dull down as his eyes met yours .  You couldn’t believe what was going on .  You couldn’t understand what was going on .

“Are you two…?” the words came out with you even realising .

“Yeah , ummmm after you broke up with me ,3 months later . She was there for me . She cared for me .” Bucky answered with his head low.

“What???” , you asked in disbelief . She was with him?? Your best friend consoled your cheating boy friend .

Before you could ask Bucky about it , Sabrina was pulling you along with her out of the cafe .

“What the fuck!!!????” , you screamed pulling your hand harshly from yours .

“Y/N. Calm down.”, she said in a low tone . “People are watching , don’t make a scene.”

“I don’t care . You knew he cheated on me and still you went out with him? I thought you were my best friend . He could do this to you too.”  You were furious that she would make such an idiotic decision . But she still chose him over you . She chose a 6 month acquaintance over a 4 year friendship .

“He didn’t cheat on you .” , her voice came out in a mere whisper.

“What?”, you couldn’t digest what she was telling you .”But you were the one that called me and told me that he did.” You said in a high voice . A few people turned their heads but you couldn’t care less.

“Yeah , I lied. I liked him , I loved him .I loved him more than you ever could.  But you were with him . So…” before she could finish the sentence you slapped her right across the cheek , tears rolling down your face .

“How could you….” Bucky pushed you by your shoulder even before you could finish your sentence . He bent down to assess the slap mark on Sabrina’s face .  The girl who lied about him cheating so that she could have him for herself .

Bucky looked up at you , anger etched in his face .

“Go away . You have no right to hurt her.” You shrank at the disgust in his voice . He detested you and it made you even sadder . It wasn’t  your mistake , so you stood there , glued to the ground .

“Go away!!!” Bucky screamed at you and your body involuntarily jerked backward at the harshness of his words. He wrapped his hands around her shoulder .

“I hope you are happy with what you have done. ” You say to Sabrina turning around to your office .

All day you could only think about the betrayal .  What hurt the most was not thinking that Bucky cheated on you but the fact that your own best friend betrayed you . It stung like hell.

But then again you weren’t a heartless bitch like her , and you still wanted her to be happy after everything she has done to you.

PART 2 SOOTHE


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anonymous asked:

PLEASE GET STARTED I NEED BIG BROTHER ADAM LOVING HIS BABY BROTHER CHIP

Clears throat. SCARMON.

  • You figure out within a week or so of the Curse being broken that Adam is exceptional with Chip. It warms your heart seeing him interact with him and take care of him. There’s something about Adam with Chip that makes you wonder if he hasn’t self-dubbed himself as his older brother.
  • Absolutely sneaks snacks and goodies for Chip even after Mrs. Potts said no. It’s probably the cutest thing ever. The two of them walking down the hallway, towards the kitchen and whenever they hear someone coming, they’ll hide behind the curtains. Once in the kitchen though, Prince Adam will give Chip anything his heart desires. Even sweets. Adam’s gotten spoken to a couple of times because of this by Mrs. Potts personally, but he’ll always look down at Chip who’s behind her and give him a small wink. An assurance that even though he’s getting told off, he plans on continuing the devious behavior.
  • Convinces Mrs. Potts to let Chip stay up past his bedtime. All. The Time.
    • It’s usually Chip who plays this out though, giving his mother puppy dog eyes and saying, “Adam’s almost done with the story, one more hour please?”
      And with Chip being her soft spot, she gives Adam a glance and agrees. One more hour.
  • Prince Adam has never personally made a cup of tea for himself, so he spent an evening with Chip who was all too willing to show him how to make the perfect cup. They probably ended up making close to one hundred cups, to which the only solution was a giant tea party with everyone in the castle.
    • Adam’s pretty impressed with himself to be honest. He’s beaming with pride, ruffles Chips hair and explains to you, “I’d have probably burned the water if it wasn’t for him.”
  • Piggy-back rides through the Garden during summertime. Prince Adam acting like he’s going to throw Chip into the pond. It’s just a joke, and though Chip knows that, he plays along and yells, “Please don’t do it!”
  • No doubt, Prince Adam is in the process of teaching Chip to read. Probably simple folklore from the area, but Chip has also shown interest in History and ironically, Romance.
    • Prince Adam lets you take care of the Romance genre though, as it’s still a cliche to him even though the Curse he was previously under was broken by true love. You always joke around and say, “he can’t read romances even though his life is basically one big romance novel.” To which Prince Adam pretends to gag, before giving you the sweetest smile. What you said was true, and he knows it and really, he wouldn’t change it. 
      • If the two of you ever kiss in front of Chip, you’d never hear the end of it. “Why would you do that right here?” “EW” “Can you not? Please?”
  • Mrs. Potts has absolutely noticed the unique bond between her son and Prince Adam. She brings it up one evening before bedtime. Adam smiles at her and says, “I never got these sorts of things when I was a child. You knew my father, you knew love and tenderness were out of the question.”
    She grins reassuringly at him, pressing her hand to his cheek.It reminds him of his mother’s affection. The last time he ever saw her, the love inside of her heart and the love she held for her son.
    Mrs. Potts says, “Well, I can assure you that you’ve made his life much better, dearie. He’s always wanted a big brother.”
  • Prince Adam is the way he is with Chip post-curse, because he never got the chance to be a child. He knows what it’s like to have your childhood taken away in the worst way, and while the Curse was still active, Adam promised himself that if it was ever broken, he’d give Chip the childhood he deserved. With a mother and father, family and friends. No child deserves to be alone.
    • “My friends,” He started softly, “I don’t ever think I had friends my own age or of my own interest. I made friends with the staff of the Castle. Cogsworth, Lumière…” Adam paused and tucked back some of his strawberry blond hair, “I do know that there are a lot of children without that opportunity, some without a family as well… And I want to help them.”

      He’s on the verge of sobbing, a few tear drops having rolled down his cheeks onto his hands. You smile tenderly at him, cupping his cheek lovingly and kiss his right cheek. It was moments like this that made it hard to know that Prince Adam was once so heartless. “It’s alright, love. I’ll be with you in whatever it is you want to do.”
      • Though he still taxes the villagers(Not heavily anymore), whatever money he receives goes out to help children that need it. Whether they need a family, food, education. Prince Adam wants to help.After all, there is more to life than just his wants. 
  • Nearing the fisrt year of the two of you together, you start to get heavy baby fever. You see and take note of how Prince Adam is with Chip and just adds to your want to start your own family.

It’s late at night and the two of you are getting ready for bed. Prince Adam is watching from bed already as you sit at the vanity, brushing back your hair. You glance into the mirror back at him, smiling before saying to him, “When I first met you, I never imagined you’d be amazing with children.”
His eyebrows raise in slight amusement. “Well, I was a Beast when you first met me. I imagine children were out of the question at that time.”

You laughed in agreement, sitting on your side of the bed. Your back to him, you rubbed your hands together, took a deep breath in and whispered gently, “Well, I see you now with Chip. You’re so wonderful with him, it’s so natural and so loving. I just wonder…”

He’s curious as to what you’re thinking. Sitting up slightly, he reaches out, brushes his cool fingertips along your back and tells you, “You can ask and tell me anything, (Name). No need to be hesitant.”

“If you’ve ever thought about having children with me.” You said flat out, your cheeks on fire.

“Of course I’ve thought about it.” Adam chuckled softly, perhaps, a bit nervously at what you were implying. “I’ve seen you with Chip as well. You’ve got a natural inclination to be.. tender and understanding with him…” 

Swallowing, he nodded to his own words, “My mother was like that…” Scooting towards you, he sits down and cups your cheek in his hand. Turning your head so you could look at him, he places the lightest kiss possible against your lips and murmurs against them, “It’s okay to look at me.”

Gazing up, you catch eyes with him. A bit cross eyed because of the close proximity of your faces. Lifting your legs up, he rests them on his lap and leans forward to hive you another warm kiss. “Whenever you want, we can try…” Adam says gently, “I want children with you, (Name).”


Thanks for reading, guys! reblogs and likes are appreciated. Have a great day. -Em.

of dusk and dawn and a love beyond

Summary: The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him, but they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. 

Victor cries and plucks wishes off the petals every time, remembering the time when once, they had been together.

based off this au by @beanpots

ao3

There are only two times that they meet every cycle, two times that their realms blur at the borders and the rulers walk past each other as one sigil rises where the other one falls. Dusk and dawn are the most precious times of day to Victor, because that’s the only opportunity he has to glimpse the elusive Ruler of Night.

The boundary separating them is not one that is easily described. No land can be night and day at the same time, no land can host them both together. So Victor waits for the moments that he throws the Sun into the heavens and the moments he calls it back to earth, for that is the only time that Night and Day blur and they can be together.

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ben-roll-io  asked:

i'll send a prompt in if you're looking! How about rosvolio and the conversation that would happen after he discovered rosaline and escalus! I need somene to speculate... 7 days is too long! :D

Thanks for the prompt! I’m not sure this is what you were looking for – I took it in a direction even I wasn’t really sure about – but I hope you like it!


With a soft rustle of skirts, Isabella pressed herself through the doorway and into the narrow, ill-lit antechamber. A lamp would have been unnecessary in any case, as she knew the contours of the room as well as her own mind, having spent countless hours in it waiting, listening, observing. A prince must be watchful, her father had told her, and so she was, her eyes and ears taking in every word, every gesture from her ideal hiding spot. 

Her fingers quickly found the small wooden panel in the wall and slid it sideways, revealing two round pinpricks of light. Pressing her face up against them, she blinked twice against the glare and then gazed into the chamber beyond, knowing with confidence that her dark eyes could not be seen from the other side, disguised as they were within the mottled landscape of a rather poorly-executed portrait of Cangrande riding triumphant into Padua.

There were only two figures in the chamber, a man and a woman, and they were not yet speaking, nor were they even looking at each other. 

It had been Isabella’s idea to have them be brought there, just as it had been her idea, skillfully woven into her brother’s mind until he eventually regarded it as his own, that the two should be wed. Such a union, she realized, would solve so many problems. There would be peace in the streets, the warring houses brought together by vows sworn to God, the only thing stronger than the hot blood of vendetta. The people’s spirits would be buoyed by stories of tender-hearted love – and by the celebratory wine flowing freely in the streets. And her brother would no longer be distracted from his duty by thoughts of a woman entirely inappropriate for him in rank and station. Such a union would force him to set aside whatever adolescent sentiments he might still have for Rosaline Capulet, to then wish her and her new husband well, and at last return to the requirements of his role as prince of Verona. 

Such a plan would accomplish a great deal, if only the two figures at the center would play their parts as instructed. 

Rosaline, of course, had been the most resistant. She had always been so, willful and proud even as a young girl, and there had been a time, as childhood friends, when Isabella had secretly admired her for it. But grown women didn’t have the luxury of pride and will, especially not those in the position that Rosaline now found herself. The young man – Benvolio was his name – was less well-known to Isabella, but as the penniless nephew and sole heir of Lord Montague, he would no doubt be brought to heel just as quickly. 

There was something strange, though, in the way he had eventually gone after Rosaline after she had fled from the Great Hall, a look in his eyes that seemed to suggest he felt something more than just the simple humiliation of being publicly spurned by his soon-to-be fiancé. He had seemed even more troubled after he returned, only a few moments before her brother and Rosaline reappeared, their expressions chastened and eyes downcast as they failed to meet anyone’s gaze. Isabella did not fully understand it – not yet, at least. But she would watch, and wait, with the certainty that their secrets would be revealed to her soon enough.

So once they had all returned, she had suggested – with all the sincerity and maidenly innocence she could muster – that the new couple be allowed a private moment, a chance to begin to get to know one another, and it had not been hard to bring everyone to agreement. And she knew just the place: a small audience chamber her father had often used to meet with visiting dignitaries and ambassadors, left almost entirely unoccupied these days, but perfectly suitable for their needs.

It would have been perfectly suitable for Isabella’s needs as well – if only for the fact that neither the future groom nor his bride were saying anything at all to each other, leaving the air in the chamber to weigh heavy and thick, curdling with silent tension. Rosaline sat stone-faced in a chair facing the door, while Benvolio had his back to her, his hands braced up against the solid stone mantel of the fireplace.

For a long moment Isabella wondered if they were ever going to speak at all, until finally the young man turned towards Rosaline, taking one hesitant step in her direction before he let a weary sigh escape from his lips.

“This arrangement was not of my choosing, nor of yours,” he said, his words slow, as if deliberately chosen. “But, before anything is done, tell me – and speak plainly, as I have no wish to play the unsuspecting fool – have you already formed an attachment with another?”

So it was true, then – he had come to suspect what Isabella already knew. Had the Montague heir seen something, some open declaration of the prince’s feelings towards Rosaline? Or even of her feelings towards the prince?

Rosaline swiveled her head to look at him, not moving an inch otherwise, her hands left passively clasped upon her lap.

“Do not attempt to know my heart, signore,” she sneered. “Such an endeavor is beyond your care or concern.” Her eyes narrowed, as if she was finding it hard to maintain her composure. “And no doubt you would struggle, for as I have heard, your knowledge of a woman’s anatomy is limited to a single place, one nowhere near the heart at all.” 

He inhaled sharply, his face a rigid mask of anger, and after a tiny, abortive movement of his hand towards his waist, Isabella realized he had reflexively reached for his sword, Rosaline’s sex the only thing that had saved her from being challenged. Instead, he charged forward into the center of the room, his eyes blazing.

“To know your heart would be a futile course indeed. I wonder if it even exists, or if an equal measure of pride and icy disdain simply reside in the place where it ought to be.” He pressed his hand into his forehead, rubbing along the ridge of his brow. “But you evade the point, madam. Do you have an attachment?

Isabella could only stand and watch agape. Was it possible the man was jealous? Why would it pain him so to think this woman loved another?

“Yes!” she thundered, at once coming to her feet, turning towards him with her determined little chin thrust high in outrage. “An attachment to my liberty! I would not be bought and sold like common chattel, I would not know the yoke of a petty tyrant who thinks himself a king because he bears the name of husband.”

He barked out a laugh, but there was no joy in it, only bitterness.

“I pity the man who would try to yoke you, more so the one who might attempt to bare his heart and speak to you of tender sentiments and thoughts of love.”

“Love?” Rosaline scoffed, throwing a hand out for emphasis as she took a step towards him. “A child’s game! Look what it brought our cousins.”

And so it went on, accusation upon accusation, recrimination upon recrimination, until Isabella could only shake her head in frustration and half-wonder if they would continue to engage in such hostilities up until the moment they reached the altar and the priest made them kneel in preparation for their vows. Dearest saints in heaven, could anything be made to flourish in such rocky soil as this?

But as she continued to watch them, she could not deny the passion with which they railed at one another, the way they seemed to be slowly circling around each other as they sparred and parried, both the hunter and the hunted. Such passion was dangerous – even from behind the wall she could sense the shimmering combustibility of it – but it would no doubt keep Rosaline occupied, until perhaps there would be no space left in her mind for any thoughts of the prince.

Perhaps, Isabella thought, her lips curling into an unbidden smile, her plan might actually succeed. House Montague and House Capulet would not burn down her city, taking her beloved brother along with them. No, she promised herself: their heirs, like fire and powder, would unite and consume only each other, until there was no danger left at all.

Kill Zone - Part 4: Into the Wild

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned),   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: The usual… talk of murder, Dean being an attractive ass, nature being annoying af, heights, near death experience (sorta).

Word Count: 4800ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical terms: 

Primary Crime scene: The place where the victims were killed, as opposed to the location where the dead body was found (Secondary crime scene) after being moved, or in this case tortured before being set free and hunted.

Unsub: Unknown subject / The Killer.

MASTERLIST

You were about ready to throw the scalding hot thermo of coffee at Dean Winchester’s face when he honked the horn for the 5th time, as you were locking up and leaving your motel room. Instead you opted for the less violent solution, that is screaming over your shoulder as you struggled with your thermo and backpack while getting the key into the lock.

“I’m coming!” you hollered loud enough for him to hear, as you continued to cuss at him under your breath. “Asshole.”

Dean looked just about as happy as you felt, when you reached his car. He didn’t say a word, he just looked you up and down at you a few times, as you climbed in next to him, before he set the car in motion. His silence only succeeded in angering you further and you caught yourself thinking how in the world this man could have practically raised your kindhearted, considerate best friend through college.

“It rained a lot last night,” Dean informed, as he pull up on a dirt road leading to the mountain, making you roll your eyes at him. You weren’t a nature girl and you sure as hell weren’t a tracker, but you weren’t stupid either.

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Tempt

My first submission for Ash’s 2k Challenge :D for the threesome prompt. SO sorry it was late and I hope it was worth the wait!

Negan/Reader/Arat

Synopsis: Negan always had a talent for reading people. All it took was seeing you look at one of his strongest lieutenants to get the wheels turning in his head.

Contains: threesome smut, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, penetration,  language

All it took was a look. One simple look. You had allowed your eyes to linger on her pretty features and athletic curves a second too long. It was all he needed to see to get the wheels turning in his head.  You remember that day well. You remember the mischievous smile that curled his lips when he followed your gaze to Arat. You should have known right then and there, your dear husband was plotting something.  Negan always did have a remarkable talent for reading people. He could pick up on the most subtle of twitches in the features and be able to interpret their meaning. He could learn a person’s weaknesses, fears, aspirations and desires simply by speaking to them for a brief time. His keen hazel eyes flickering over their every move, analyzing their body language in order to serve his own needs. In your spare time, you’d often wonder what his occupation was before the world went under with the walking dead. 

 It wasn’t long after that, you noticed Negan had Arat coming by the wive’s quarters more and more for seemingly unimportant tasks. More often than not, the pair had simply shot the breeze in his study, sipping whiskey and engaging in some witty banter. They would usually ask you to join them, much to your delight and embarrassment. When it was just the three of you, you learned Arat was a significantly different woman. In front of the other Saviors, she was fierce, tough and formidable. Determined and hardworking. Around the other men, she remained serious and stone faced, never once even cracking a smile. But when there was no one around, Arat proved to be a rather charming woman with an enticingly smug air about her. Truly, she was everything you aspired to be. You both admired and envied her for that. And though she was not one of Negan’s wives, it was no surprise that the Savior leader had proposed to her before. Many times. But Arat seemed to enjoy serving Negan in other, more useful ways. Being one of his top lieutenants certainly had it’s fair share of perks after all. 

Before the dead started walking, there were times when you fantasized about being with another women. Several occasions where you touched yourself to the mere thought and there were more than a few that had caught your eye. Unfortunately, besides a couple of raunchy drunken make out sessions with other equally curious friends in club bathrooms, you never got the opportunity to fully explore. And it wasn’t as though you weren’t currently surrounded by the other beautiful wives, some who perhaps shared in your desires as well. But Arat was different. And maybe it was because she was different, that drew you to her.

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Jimin Scenario: Sweet On You.

Request: Kkk., I feel shy already asking for this But can write about y/a waking up after the first night she would sleep with jimin and how embarrass she is “it’s here 1st time ever” that she can’t even get of bed. Maybe with awkward jimin trying not to make it obvious from his side either, y'all know how shy he can be. Ending with fluff 🙊🙊 Thank you 💖

Genre: Fluff.


You opened your eyes and the first thing you wondered was when exactly had you fallen asleep, you didn’t remember exactly, but the thoughts of last night flooded your mind making you blink out of your initial drowsiness.
Jimin was sleeping beside you, and although you weren’t naked you felt like you might as well be, with his hands around you, one of them comfortably under your tank top, the other a little lower on your belly. Suddenly you felt the need to giggle, the nerves kicking in hard. After months of going around and about with him, you had done it.

You have been dating for almost a year now, and although it could be a lot of time for other couples you had taken things slow with Jimin, you talked about it and you were on the same page, sometimes too frustrated with your own attraction, but clear that for you it was best to wait a little bit longer, it was after all the first time you had sex with anyone so you had been nervous for a long time, wondering if Jimin was really the guy you should choose for it, wondering if perhaps you were waiting too long and he’d bore, you had had many things in mind regarding sex, but Jimin was always the gentleman, he never pushed or pressured, respecting your boundaries of just hot make out sessions, you had waited for this, and after what happened last night you deemed the wait totally worth it.

You didn’t know what you should be feeling at the moment, for you it was mixture of excitement, nervousness and affection. Last night had been great for the most part and the fact that you were on a completely new stage with Jimin made you want to squeal in joy. 

You turned around to stare at your boyfriend, handsome, full sexy lips and a bit swollen eyes, his strong chest and chiseled abdomen and then the sheets, what was beneath them, he wasn’t naked, but the images of last night came making you blush. It made you smile with embarrassment. 

Jimin started to breathe differently and little by little his body moved, he was waking up, and that was when you realized you hadn’t brushed your teeth and you probably had last night’s mascara all over your face.
Panicking you took his arms away from you as delicately as you could, moving away from him on the bed. You just had to go to a quick trip to the bathroom and that was it. But when you tried to sit to stand up you gasped as the pain went through your lower limbs.

Jimin woke up a bit alarmed, seeing you were trying to sit but you were somewhat paralyzed.

-Y/N? Jagi, are you ok?-

You nodded not wanting to look at him but to be honest you doubted you could stand at the moment, your muscles hurt and you realized how sore you were. 

-I’m fine- you went back to lay down, totally quiet feeling Jimin’s stare on you.

-I don’t think you are ok jagi, tell me-

You breathed in deeply, feeling flustered. -I…- you gulped, feeling a bit stupid, but you had to say it.

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Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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The Excuse [1/1]

A/N: I honest to God have no idea what this is. This article came across my newsfeed and my brain did that thing (every writer in this fandom knows what I mean) and with enabling from one @xpumpkindumplingx, this came about even though I haven’t updated TMTC since October (still working on that, btw). Again, no idea what this is. It is teacher/student so if that’s not your jam feel free to give it a hard pass. The events that happen would not happy in real life but… fiction, right? Many thanks to @spartanguard for looking over this for me!

Rated: T
FFNET | AO3 (will post when AO3 decides to bloody cooperate) 


Killian Jones had seen many excuses for late assignments in his short teaching career but the one currently sitting in his inbox was by far the most extensive he had ever seen.


Killian Jones had seen many excuses for late assignments in his short teaching career.

A death in the family (a viable one, of course, except that one student whose grandmother died eight times in one semester) or the fact they were in a family member’s wedding and completely forgot about the assignment, even though every assignment he gave was on the course syllabus his students received on the first day of class. There was the one where they thought it was due another week (again, his course syllabus had the dates for all assignments) and the trickster excuse that it was showing in their sent email but not his inbox - like he was the seventy-year-old Mrs. Lucas who didn’t know how e-mail worked. Sickness of some sort was another one, although he doubted the one student had really had walking pneumonia but been able to drink his fellow classmates under the table that same night at the football game. His personal favorites were the dog had eaten their ten-page research essay and a tv show had left them emotionally compromised. He watched Doctor Who as well and while he could sympathize with their pain after the Doomsday episode, it still wasn’t a practical excuse.

But the one currently sitting in his inbox was by far the most extensive he had ever seen.

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