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What a Beautiful Day

Member: J-Hope // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: She bore his child and so he swore on his life to protect her. His promise was fulfilled.

A/N: My heart is wounded because of you, @kawaii-hedgehog. Originally, it wasn’t supposed to end like that, but then I got a great idea and killed people :)

Warning: Character Deaths.

Words: 3.6k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

Life was a beautiful thing, thriving with colour and emotion that was so deep no human heart could comprehend it. That was how HoSeok felt on a daily basis, only seeing the good of people and places, events and days. Jung HoSeok was a blessed man with an angel-like personality.

Beautiful smile. Beautiful crinkling eyes when he smiled. Beautiful girlfriend. Beautiful house. Good friends. And most of all, a beautiful life, filled with nothing more but love and adoration towards his sweet like honey girlfriend.

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Impossible: Part 7

Summary: Prompt: ‘I’m a superhero and you’re my arch nemesis but we don’t know each other’s identities and we’re actually best friends’

You’re best friends with Bucky, although you know him as James Ranier. He’s your best friend, too, but he has no idea you’re actually Shade, a woman who plagues the reformed Winter Soldier’s life as his arch nemesis. Your brother’s back!

A month has passed and you’ve begun to fit in with the rest of team, but Bucky’s just as distant as he was a month ago.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Mutant!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Swearing (always), blood, angst

Word Count: ~3,226

A/N: Sorry for the slow update. Today was a doozy. Also, when I start writing these I don’t always know where I’m going with them. I let the characters lead me there. I… didn’t intend to write this. It just kinda happened. Sorry.

This is for @bookybuns‘ ficfest!

This chapter was inspired by Impossible by Shontelle.

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His eyes were a storm of emotion as he looked at you. “That’s all? That’s the only reason why you saved me today? To spite Shadow? To save your brother?” he asked quietly.

Something in his tone broke your heart all over again. It was James in front of you, not The Soldier or Bucky Barnes. Vulnerable, easy-going, kind James who didn’t have a checkered past. The man who stopped to pet every dog in central park and picked you up coffee so you wouldn’t have to drink the hospital’s terrible gruel. The man you called your best friend.

You knew that, deep down, they were all the same person. James was who Bucky Barnes would have become if he hadn’t had all those terrible things happen to him. They were two sides of the same coin, and you realized you wanted to know The Soldier, too.

You shook your head slowly. “No, it wasn’t,” you said simply.

One Month Later

“They have to let me leave at some point,” Gabe whined as he paced his room, his boredom evident. He’d collected odds and ends from his time in the compound. You’d even brought him interesting things that he’d missed being invented while he was in a coma. After a month, it was finally starting to look like a place Gabe would actually live in.

“No, they don’t, Gabe,” you said, rolling your eyes at his antics. He collapsed onto his bed melodramatically, breathing a little heavily. He hadn’t quite gotten his energy back yet. He’d been in a coma for many years, after all.

“They let you out,” he said petulantly, glaring at you from his bed.

“I don’t get winded from walking around,” you countered, smirking at him as you leaned against his bookshelf. He’d read all of the books in it at least twice but he refused to use a tablet, even after you’d explained he could read whatever he wanted on it.

“Hey, I’m getting better by the day,” he said, but his breathy voice betrayed him.

“I know, I know. But you’re still a target for Shadow and we haven’t finished wiping them off the map yet,” you said, frowning at your own failure. In your month working with the Avengers you’d made more progress against Shadow than they had in years, but, if your data was right- and it always was- it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Hey, you’re doing that thing where your brows get all scrunched up and you ruin that pretty face of yours,” Gabe teased, voice gentle.

“It’s called frowning, Gabe,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“Oh, I know. I just don’t know why you’re doing it, is all. You’re doing some amazing things, sis,” Gabe said, smiling at you.

You snorted bitterly. “I’m just fixing some mistakes, Gabe. It’s nothing to be proud over,” you said, crossing your arms. Your left arm was still a little stiff, but your thumb had healed recently, which was nice.

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, (Y/N),” he said, nonplussed.

“Do you want anything besides some new books?” you asked as you gently shoved yourself off of the bookcase and headed towards the door.

“Nah,” he said absently.

“Alright. Be back soon, bro,” you said, giving him a smile as you opened the door.

“(Y/N),” Gabe said. Something in his tone made you pause and look back at him, confusion on your face. “There is just one thing. Make him listen to you,” he said, uncharacteristically severe.

You sighed, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “I can’t make him listen, Gabe,” you said quietly.

“Just… try, alright? Promise me that much,” he said, determined gaze trained on you.

“Alright, alright. I’ll try,” you said, if only to get him to stop staring resolute holes straight through you.

“Be safe, sis. See you soon,” he said, his usual, easy smile returning to his face. You made a noncommittal grunt in response and shut his bedroom’s door behind you.

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Business and Pleasure: Jaehyun (M)

Description: Jaehyun au where he’s a CEO of a company and his girlfriend brings him lunch on his break.

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Request: So I noticed that Jaehyun is your nct bias too. So could you pleaseeeeeeeee write a jaehyun smut? Like any smut, I literally don’t care. I just feel like there is a lack of jaehyun scenarios on this website


***Jaehyun POV***

“Yes sir…I understand. Thank you. Have a good d-.” Click.

‘The bastard hung up on me.’ I sighed and put my phone back on my desk. The boss just chewed my ass because I didn’t have the employees’ portfolios on his desk. Seriously, how did he expect one man to interview all 2,500 workers in the building in one week? ‘I’m not a goddamn superhuman.’

A knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts, “Come in.” I typed away at my laptop and I looked up at my secretary who poked her head in.

“Mr. Jung, there’s a woman by the name of Y/N on the phone and she’s waiting in the lobby, what should I do?”

“Send her up.” She nods and closes my door softly. A small grin spread to my face, was it lunch time already?

Moments later, the door opened and in stepped Y/N. “Hey babe. How’s work going for you?” She sets the food down on my desk and her ass follows.

“Who gave you permission to sit on my desk?” She rolls her eyes and smirks.

“I believe you did when you fucked me right here last week.”

“That was a one time thing. I think my secretary heard us.”

“Let her hear, she needs to know who’s name you call when I’m sucking you off.” She turns around and crosses her legs in front of me, “I know she has a thing for you.”

“Oh I love it when you get possessive.” I drag my nails down her smooth legs, giving her goosebumps. I grabbed her foot and slowly kissed my way up to the inside of her thigh.

“You said it was a one time thing.”

“I can make an exception.” Massaging her thighs I sigh, “But I want something else for lunch baby.” She sexily bites her finger and sets her leg on my shoulder while I hold the other open.

“Enjoy because it’s an all you can eat buffet.” I chuckle and pull off her shorts.

She mewls as I press my thumb against her sensitive nub, rubbing circles on it. I grab the panties she’s wearing and she lifts her hips so that I could take them off of her. They stopped at her ankle and I smirked at how wet she was. She was already glistening and the sight looked mighty delicious.

“I wouldn’t mind having you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” Before she can respond, my tongue is already tickling her clit. The soft calls of my name filled the room and I could feel myself getting hard. I gripped her ass cheeks and kneaded them in my hands while giving her slow licks up and down her slit.

“Oh Jaehyun~” I look up and she’s squeezing her breasts with closed eyes. Normally I’d tell her that I was the only one who could please her but her taste made my mind hazy. But not hazy enough to hear the familiar tip-tap of gators on the tile floor.

I immediately stopped and pulled her off my desk. She was half naked and there’s no way she’d be clothed by the time the person came in. “Get under my desk.” Was the only logical thing I could think of saying in the short amount of time.

“Are you crazy? I’m not ab-”

“NOW!” She instantly shuts her mouth and gets underneath it. I gathered her clothing and gave them to her just before the door opened. I idly typed away at my laptop, pretending to write a report.  

“Jung Jaehyun.” Shit, it was my boss. “I told you I’d be here. You look unprepared. Did you forget?” His haughty voice made me slightly angry but I kept it at bay.

“Of course not,” ‘Of course I did.’ “Welcome Mr. Lee.”

“How many times have I told you, you can’t eat in your office.” He briefly glanced at the lunch that was untouched because I ate at a buffet instead. “ Anyways, I’m here to give you your six month evaluation.” I nodded. How could I have forgot about that? I slyly checked my calendar and today was definitely circled with a red marker. “You worked very diligently for the past five months but you did not complete the portfolio assignment that was given to you.”

When I opened my mouth to say something, I choked on my words. My zipper was pulled down and in the quiet office, I’m pretty sure he heard it. Y/N. Sneaky little…

She gripped my shaft in the palm of her hands and stroked me softly. I gulped as my boss stared at me.

“Cat got your tongue?” I really wanted to reach across and punch him in the face but I didn’t want to lose my job. “Is something the matter, boy? Where has your voice gone?” I finally gather my words to form a coherent sentence but her lips wrap around my member and they leave my brain.

“I-I…got really sick. I only have 75 employees left, sir.” My voice cracked as my tip hit the back of her throat. I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth and gripped the edge of the mahogany desk.

“Seems like you haven’t gotten over your cold. I’ll give you a three day extension but I want the rest of the interviews emailed to me by Thursday. Clear?”

“Crystal.” He got up to leave and when my door closes, I let out a tiny groan and thrusted my hips up to meet her eager mouth. My head lolls back and I can feel her smirk against my dick. “You’re in so much trouble.” Her hand is squeezing and stroking my shaft in a spherical motion and I don’t think I can hold myself back, so I don’t.

My cum shoots into her mouth and it fills her cheeks. I open my eyes and my vision is blurred. Her giggle rings through my ears and I quickly pull her up to bend her over my desk. “I bet this is what you wanted all along.” I roughly bite at her neck and slide two fingers into her wet heat.

My fingers moved expertly inside of her, knowing everything she liked and disliked. I pull her shirt off and remove her bra. She’s fully naked and I’m still in my suit. Her moans are loud while I move my digits inside of her at a torturous pace. She begged me to go faster but I didn’t. How would she learn her lesson if she always got what she wanted? She threw herself back on my fingers and I smacked her ass harshly.

“Be good. I promise to reward you if you’re a good girl.” She nods and keeps still. After a few minutes, she’s a moaning mess and her liquids flow out of her pussy freely, soaking my fingers. “That wasn’t supposed to happen, darling.”

I align my cock with her entrance and I easily slip inside of her. My movements cease as she tightens around me. Her chest is pressed against the surface of my desk, eyes shut tight. I move inside of her, not as fast as I would have liked since she was restricting me from doing what I really wanted.

I grip her shoulders and pound into her, my girth spreading her nether lips even more. Our moans and groans mix together in perfect harmony and it makes me increase my speed. Skin slapping against skin is music to my ears and I can feel that familiar sensation building up in the base of my cock. No words were spoken between us as I brought my hand up to cover her mouth that let out loud whimpers, muffling them. My hips sped up on their own and my desk began to move from the place it had been in for a while.

My sturdy thrusts were met with her ass, my movements so powerful it caused ripples to form every time I came in contact with them. I was so close and I knew she was too when she bit my hand. I let my hand fall from her mouth and wrap around her neck.

She produced silent moans and she instantly came, squirting her wetness all over the floor. I gave my all in the last three thrusts and came inside of her, filling her womb with my sperm. I pull out and her body jerks before she falls limp on my desk, breathing heavily.

I lean over to kiss her back softly and I smile as I see my hand prints on her hips. With me being so focused on Y/N, I didn’t hear when my secretary make her way down the hall.

“Excuse me-” Her pale cheeks are redder than roses as she gazes at Y/N’s motionless body on my desk. I adjusted my pants and buckled my belt after zipping them.

“Go ahead and take the rest of the day off.” I fix my tie and she goes running out of my office.

“At least she knows who you belong to.” Her tired voices says,

“I think the whole building knows who was the one making you moan like that.” I help clean her up and get her dressed. “By the way, you should bring me lunch every day.”


anonymous asked:

I loooove this blog! ❤️ The simplistic writing is just enough to hit you in the feels heheh. I wanted to request a Mark scenario where you confess your feelings to him but he rejects you because he doesn't want to ruin your close relationship even though he feels the same way. Happy ending please? :3 Thank you!

Thank you so much, this is such a sweet compliment! We’re glad our simplistic writing is just enough to hit you in the feels wow ;; Sorry for the long wait and here’s your Mark scenario!


You fiddled with your fingers and constantly glanced at your watch. 3:55pm… Almost time, you thought to yourself. Mark had promised to meet you at the usual place, a small snack stall located between your school and the SM training building at 4pm. It was probably just any other time to unwind and relax with a close friend for Mark, but for you, it was different. You had decided that you were going to confess your feelings to him today.

For the longest time, you had just thought that Mark was your best friend and confidant, someone who you could vent all your frustrations to, call whenever you were bored, and scold for being too lazy to study for tests. That’s what you thought, but last year everything changed. You had recently started dating a cute upperclassman in your school, and you didn’t have as much time to spend with Mark.

“Yo Piggy, want to get some ddukbokki after school today?” Mark leaned over and whispered.

“Nope, not today! I got myself a date, so find another piggy.” You teased.

“What, are you serious? PIGGY GOT A BOYFRIEND?!” Mark shouted in disbelief.

“MARK LEE. I don’t know when your pig got itself a boyfriend, but please talk about your pig adventures after class. Hands raised outside, sir.” the math teacher scolded.

“Yes Saem…” Mark grumbled. The look he gave you before he walked outside was a bit difficult to comprehend. Something between shock, worry, and absentmindedness. It bothered you, but you shrugged it off thinking, he’s probably only pissed because he doesn’t have anyone to treat him to free food all the time.

As weeks passed, you noticed that he wasn’t talking to you as often anymore. You turned around and poked his head. He was lying sideways, head on his desk, scribbling in his notebook.

“Busy with training, M.Lee? You seem tired these days.”

“Yea…” he answered absentmindedly.

“_______! Jun sunbae is here to pick you up!” your friend squealed. You looked outside the classroom window and sure enough, Jun sunbae was there waving to you with a lunchbox in hand.

Before leaving, you instinctively placed your hand on Mark’s head to ruffle his hair, but he dodged your hand.

He must be having a rough time with training… I’ll cheer him up later, you thought.

After school, you texted Mark.

When you arrived at the snack shop stall, you noticed that there was an argument outside. When you looked closely, you saw Mark arguing with Jun sunbae, and another girl who was unfamiliar to you holding Jun’s hand.

“Why would you date her if you don’t like her?” Mark questioned aggressively.

“For fun. What’s it to you? And why did you drop the honorifics, bastard.”

“Screw off and don’t meet with ______ again.”

They finally noticed your presence and just when Jun let go of the other girl’s hand, Mark grabbed yours and dragged you away from the situation. You sat on the swings side by side until dinner time, drenching the jacket he gave you with all your sorrows. That’s when you first began to see Mark as a man.

Just as you were about to take another peek at your watch, you felt an arm casually sling around your shoulder.

“I have the menu planned for today. Fish cakes, 2 large bowls of extreme hot ramyun, and ddukbokki! Did you wait long Piggy?”

You shook your head and smiled. This is it, you thought. You were nervous, because if you didn’t say it now, you didn’t know when you would have the courage to do it again.

“Isn’t it cold toda-?”

“Mark. I like you.” You looked up at him and he looked startled. After a short pause, he placed a hand on your forehead.

“Woah, it looks like you might have a fever!”

You reached for his wrist and moved downwards, intertwining your fingers with his.

“It’s not that, Mark. I like you. I know it might sound completely out of the blue, but I realized it over the past year. Every time I get a text from you now, my heart beats a little faster than it should. Every time you look at me after pulling a prank in class, your sneaky smile makes me smile too. EVEN EVERY TIME YOU CALL ME PIGGY, I FEEL SO HAPPY YOU IDIOT.”

Everyone eating in the restaurant started giggling and embarrassed, you ran outside of the snack stall.

Mark followed you shortly after.

“Aren’t you going to give me an answer?” you questioned. “I mean, I did make a fool of myself in front of everyone at our usual hangout. I don’t know if I can go back there anymore.”

Mark sighed. “So why did you do that…”

“Because…” you started.

Mark interrupted before you could finish your sentence.

“I’m sorry. I just think of you as my close friend.”

“Forget I ever said anything, I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.”

“______,” Mark said gently.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mark.” You walked away, wiping your tears, feeling like an idiot. It was obvious he didn’t feel the same way, you thought to yourself.

You were nervous it would be awkward between the two of you now, but things seemed to go back to normal soon enough. Months passed and it seemed like that conversation between the two of you never existed. The one thing that changed was that you never went to the usual hangout with Mark anymore.

You felt a sticky note stuck on the back of your uniform and peeled it off.

Uh…That’s a long-ass lecture was scribbled on the sticky note in black ink.

You stifled your giggles. Mark was about to place another sticky note on your head when the teacher walked past and put her hand between Mark’s sticky note and your head.

“Mark, detention after school, 20 laps.” she scolded.

When the teacher left, you whispered. “I’ll wait for you after school today, let’s grab some bubble tea after.”

He nodded. “Grab my backpack and I’ll meet you out front.”

After watching Mark run laps through the classroom window for a while, you realized that a tiny part of you still couldn’t deny that you liked him. Watching him running laps while wiping his sweat, the determination in his brows to finish quickly, the way his hair would blow in the wind… you hated that you still thought of him this way, even months after.

Mark signalled to you from the field that he was almost finished and you nodded. You reached for his backpack, not knowing that the zipper was still open and everything came tumbling out. You quickly placed all his textbooks back in, but one of the notebooks caught your eye. There was a cute tiny pig sticker on the front and curiosity got the better of you, as you opened it up slowly.

Date: February 10, 2015.
She’s dating some sunbae who seems like a jerk. I’m not jealous. Well fine, maybe a bit. You might wonder why I’m keeping this journal, I think it’s awkward too, for a guy like me. But SM makes us keep dancing journals and I guess it’s become a habit for me to write down what I feel, I don’t know. Anyways, Piggy is so dumb sometimes. Or clueless? Wasn’t it obvious?…I wasn’t sad because of evaluations.

You flipped to the next page.

Date: February 11, 2015.
So Piggy made my favourite jacket all wet with her tears last night. Probably some snot too. I don’t mind though. Ok I know that’s gross but I felt good for once, that I could comfort her and be by her side, even if I’m not her boyfriend.

You flipped to the middle of the journal, looking for Mark’s thoughts on the day you confessed to him.

Date: February 14, 2016.
She confessed to me today. I’m so happy. I’m happy that she feels the same way. But I couldn’t bring myself to accept her feelings. We’ve been close friends since we were 7. I can’t imagine not having her as my best friend anymore… I don’t want us to become awkward with each other if we ever break up. Things can’t go back to the way they used to be.

“Even every time you call me Piggy, I feel so happy you idiot.” Should I not call her that anymore? Why is she so cute (and why am I writing like this is a fangirl’s diary. Wtf. I meant journal.) I’m happy too, dummy. I’m happy that I get to spend so much time with you. Telling you about how I have to wear makeup for performances and having you tease me that I wear more makeup than you. When you ruffle my hair, it makes me feel funny inside. I wish I could tell you all these things. And that I think you’re radiant.

P.S. Piggy is dumb again. If I didn’t like you, would I spend Valentine’s Day with you…



You were reading for so long that you didn’t notice Mark was already at the door, looking at you in panic, completely out of breath.

“I thought something happened to you,” he started.

His eyes darted between the notebook you were holding, his backpack lying on the ground, and you.

“You’re really an idiot, aren’t you?” you asked.


“You can stop writing all your feelings in here now and tell me.”

You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. When you felt his arms embrace you in response, you smiled.

“I didn’t think you would ever find that, why are you snooping through my things…” he sighed in defeat.

“M.Lee is so smart, putting this notebook in his backpack where anyone might find it.”

“Shut up.”

You could hear his smile through his words and he placed his head on top of yours.

“I think you have a lot of explaining to do,” you teased him.

“Like this?” He kissed the top of your head.

“Hmm, not exactly… like, I’m happy too dummy. And, when you ruffle my hair, it makes me feel funny inside. I wish I could tell you all these things. And that I think you’re radiant…..”

Mark stepped back and placed his hand over your mouth. “You have two choices. Stop reciting my journal. Or I’ll use my own method to stop you from blabbering, Piggy.”

“Okay, I’ll stop reciting your fangirl diary” you winked and ran away as quickly as possible.

“Come back here!” he yelled.

“Race you to the usual, Piggy’s boyfriend!” you laughed.

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Auto Salvage Part 5 (Final)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Ethan OC, Bruno OC

Pairing: Dean x Reader (sort of), past Reader x OC (mentioned)

Word count: 679

Warnings: A bit of fluff

Summary: Don’t wanna give anything away, but this part is sort of an epilogue, a few years later you and Dean cross paths once again.

Thank you all for reading :)

A/N: 5th and final part of the Auto Salvage Series, entry for @torn-and-frayed Songs of season 3 challenge. The song that inspired this story: ‘Crazy Circles’ by Bad Company

I feel the need to explain here, this is NOT an AU, but as seen from the reader’s POV, she is oblivious of Dean Winchester true job.

Thank you so much to Karo aka @loveitsallineed for being the best! I advice you to go follow her, now! 

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Where There's a Monster, There's a Moral

(( another 3 am Drabble.))


“Tell me.”

“I refuse.”

“I told you everything, even the bad parts. Be fair,” Tony admonished.

Loki gave him a dry look and leaned away from him, allowing the cold air to sneak in between their bodies. The blanket slithered off his shoulders as he shifted to face Tony from the opposite end of the couch.

It was a rather obvious escape, but Stark was not leaving him with many options. It was either stay close and be pushed away, or push himself away before he suffered the pain of the former option. His lover settled with his back against the other arm of the couch and tucked the blanket in around him as if it were story time.

Perhaps it was, for Loki suspected his tale would be much like many of the mortal’s children stories. There was the monster, the heroes, and the moral.

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