but i think it turned out nicely for a quick project

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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The Friendly Wager (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,613

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3

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BTS Reaction #1- Ideal Types/What type of Couple You’ll Be

Note- Just a quick description in what I think the members would like and dislike in a partner and what kind of relationship I see them being in.


NAMJOON- Our leader is very smart and open minded.  We already know that he scored very well at tests during school, so I think he would need someone who is equally intelligent (not to say that he would ever talk down on someone for lacking the same smarts) and someone who is very passionate about social and political issues.  Namjoon has been outspoken enough to state his beliefs and I honestly think he would have a very hard time being in a romantic relationship with a conservative.  He agrees that everyone has the right to their own view points however he would need a partner who supports his views and in a way advocates the ideas along with him.  Namjoon is a virgo which means he can be a little bit of a perfectionist in every aspect of his life.  I think he will have high standards for the person he will want to settle down with.  Not superficial standards, but rather standards about intelligence and his partner’s sense of character.  This means you will have to stand up for what you believe in and be able to hold your own when it comes to a battle of wits in order to capture his attention. 

  Namjoon and his partner would be the couple that always has a project they’re working on.  I can see them always travelling to their next big adventure, however Namjoon and you would participate in things like charities or protests in an effort to make your guys’ mark in the world.  Indeed, you guys are a revolutionary couple.

Originally posted by bangthebae

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JIN-  Jin is very sweet and I expect nothing less from his partner.  More kind-hearted than most, Jin would not be able to put up with someone who speaks rudely and shows little respect to others around them.  Being like a caregiver of sorts to his members, their opinion on his lover would matter a lot to him.  Also, Jin has talked about his ideal type and it seems like he knows what he wants.  Unlike Namjoon or Yoongi, I think he will end up with a traditional Korean girl.  Not to say that he doesn’t like foreigners, but I just think a person who has more background in his culture would be very important to him.  I see his partner being very pretty (I think looks matter to him.) and a very domestic, stay at home, ‘wifey’ type.  As a foodie, he would enjoy it very much if you were a good cook.  It would be nice for him to take a break from cooking for others and let you treat him for once.  As the role of a hyung who is always looking after others, Jin would look forward coming home to you to be taken care of.  Confiding in his partner about his stress would be your guy’s biggest bonding moments, as he spends so much time worrying about others, it’s easy to overlook his own needs and concerns.

  You guys are the classic ‘mom and dad’ couple.  You’ve been together since the beginning of time and whenever anyone in your group of friends has love trouble, they reach out to you two, since you guys never fight and are so patient with each other.  You two tend to stay home rather than go out, since the silence is something you two have learned to enjoy in the absence of the six rowdy members.  Inside jokes, bets about your friends, binge watching tv shows, cooking meals together and going to bed early to have brunch tomorrow, you guys are basically like Lilly and Marshall from how I met your mother.

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YOONGI-  Yoongi expressed before that he doesn’t judge people by the way they look and the love of his life will be no different.  This means your personality matters most in the relationship.  Yoongi is passionate and hardworking about his music.  Even though he gets a reputation for sleeping all the time, the truth is that no one puts as much thought into BTS’s music more than Yoongi.  Due to this, I think it will be hard for him to fall for someone who isn’t passionate about some type of art.  Whether it be music, writing, theatre or drawing.  Creative minds stick together.  Quiet by nature, I think he would be grateful if you were also soft-spoken.  Someone who is low-maintenance would be required, as Yoongi would be more interested in staying home and spending quality with you than actually going out.  You guys would have very deep talks about yourselves and reach a level of comfortability and trust among you two that most couples don’t even have.  Once you actually get to know him, you’ll realize that he is an actual teddy bear and cuddling would ensue.  Yes, you heard me.  Yoongi is a cuddler.  I think Yoongi likes foreigners very much, I’m sure he is attracted to exotic girls.  Image doesn’t matter, but a cool foreigner wouldn’t discourage him at all. Yoongi would need someone who is as creative as him and loyal.  Someone loud and boring would turn him off completely.  

  You two are the couple that are completely unconcerned with anyone but each other.  Aiding each other in your guys’ creative process has become a daily life for both of you.  You two have a small circle, and most the time you just stay home to continue wrapping yourselves up in one another.  Outsiders don’t get how two young people can be so anti-social and kept in their house for so long. but you two don’t care because you created a safe haven of sorts in your home where your love and minds blossomed.  

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  Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook will be posted in a little bit.

Don’t Deserve Me - Bryce Walker

Bryce Walker x reader

Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”

WARNINGS: Cursing


Originally posted by irisgibbins

I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.

“Hello?” I said hoarsely.

“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.

“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”

I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.

“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”

Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas

“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”

“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”

Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself. 

“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”

There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”

“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”

Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.

“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”

“Okay sex-”

I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?

I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.

As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.

“Hey T” I smile

“Hey y/n/n”

He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.

“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”

“I don’t know what your talking about” 

“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”

“Y/n…”

“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”

“Y/n….”

Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”

“Y/N!!!”

I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.

“I have to show you something” he whispers. 

“Show me what”

He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment. 

“Tony show me what?”

Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player. 

“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.

It was Hannah….

Talking about Bryce.

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I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.

“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”

His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.

“Bro I don’t think sh-”

“How could you!” I screamed.

Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.

“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”

“Don’t call me that you prick!”

“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.

“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”

People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.

“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”

“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.

“Your acting crazy!”

I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded. 

“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”

I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.

“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”

I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”

She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”

We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.

“Jessica?”

“Yeah”

“Can you take me somewhere?”

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She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”

With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.

“I love you Hannah” I whispered.

I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name. 

“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.

“The police.”

mine || dylan o'brien

word count: 4113

warnings: fluff

prompt: based on this song

author’s note: Y/D/N = Your Daughter’s Name, Y/S/N = Your Son’s Name (not my gif)

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// I know this didn’t really ask for nsfw but I still felt it
so slight nsfw ahead

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Zen:

- He was on break at rehearsals when his phone lit up, alerting him that he had gotten a message from you.

- Instantly he’s like Oh boy!! It’s my angel coming to wish me good luck!!!

- Then he opens it with a big grin expecting a cute little note and holy shit he literally drops his phone and a coworker goes to pick it up for him and he sCREAMS NO DONT TOUCH THAT

- Instantly finds a closet or bathroom and might send you a quick nude tbh even if you were just in underwear with a dirty message he’ll send a dick pic or something no shame

- He’s so turned on by the situation of receiving something like that in public not gonna lie, it’s so exhilarating and from his picture.. you can tell he’s pretty excited ,,

- Messes up his lines a lot after that because all he can think of is fucking you when he gets home and just wants the day to be done

- Expect the beast to be released as soon as he steps through that door


Jumin:

- In the middle of a meeting when you sent it, it was a pretty boring one so he decided to break his table manners and look at it anyways

- When he opens it he gets chills THE GOOD KIND you know when you eat something that tastes like jesus tears or see something really aesthetic, yeah that’s the chills he gets because it was so unexpected and he literally worships your body

- His eyebrows raise too which cause a lot of people to notice he isn’t paying attention and they call him out on it so he has no choice but to leave you on read

- That’s terrifying for you because is he mad?? did he not like it? Why is there no response

- As soon as he escapes from the meeting he calls you and asks a million questions

- He’s asking about how new the lingerie is, the designer, literally everything like what the fucc Jumin why is this important

- But expect amazing phone sex once he gets into his personal office because he’s so worked up about that picture he can’t help himself, its fun to imagine what you’re doing on the other line as well.

Yoosung:

- POOR BABY WAS IN SCHOOL WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

- His knees sHOOT UP and hit the desk when he gets the picture and the professor starts to get really upset with him shit

- At lunch break he’ll text you back with a million cringey emojis and saying how he needs a warning next time babe his boner was so obvious to hide while walking out of class

- Start to send dirty messages and he will flip; his face is so red people are like hey Yoosung are you okay?? literally looks like he’s having an allergic reaction.

- If he gets away to hide in the bathroom he WONT send a nude but he’ll send a picture of him in the mirror with a tomato face captioned “ look at what you’ve done to me!! ;; ” and it’s just adorable, screensaver material


Jaehee:

- Like Jumin, she was in the middle of a meeting when she got your message. But waits until everyone’s packing up their things to check it so she doesn’t seem disrespectful.

- As soon as she opens it she’s super surprised and audibly gasps which causes people to start to turn and look she doesn’t know what to do

- So she really quick clicks off her phone and ignores all questions until she can rush to the bathroom or somewhere private to.. take a closer look, at your picture.

- She compliments you because damn you look great how is her girlfriend a literal goddess?? But Love.. im at work right now.

- Exactly that’s the fun it it ~

- She won’t send one back but she might send a few suggestive messages about the things she’s going to do in order to punish you big time when she gets home. dominator jaehee everyone

Seven:

- He hadn’t come out of his office in days and you were sick of him just coming out to pee or eat some food like no seven, eat me

- The chatroom was the place where you could talk to him because he was in there every so often, so that was nice at least.

- It was just you and him in there, sending pointless messages of jumbled words back and forth. Before you decided to surprise him a bit.

- As soon as you send a revealing picture in the chatroom he literally screams because everyone can see that MC n o

- Saves it right away though before scrambling to delete it from the messenger

- Finally once it’s gone he makes his way to the bedroom to find you, in the same outfit youd worn in the picture. But it looked so much more better in person. expect to be punished with the wrath of god seven-zero-seven himself

V:

- He was at a dinner with some friends who also were photographers, they were just chatting back and forth about different projects and such.

- V had already been shooting you a few texts here and there but didn’t want to seem rude so the conversation was sort of inconsistent.

- He sent a message asking what you were doing all by yourself back home and holy shit the picture you send him makes him jump so fast he hits the table and everyone looks

- His face is really red and everyone asks if he’s okay, he replies yes before apologizing; excusing himself to the restroom.

- When he’s in there he just stares at the picture and gets really flushed and warm before messaging back, something romantic honestly he’s not great at dirty talk

- Fidgety the entire dinner, he can’t focus on conversation all he can think of is what you’re doing at home without him.

Saeran:

- He had been so focused in his computer work that he’d been ignoring you most of the day.

- The first few texts he just glanced at until he saw a picture notification and grew curious. As soon as he opens it he pushes all his work aside to find you.

- Who knew a simple little nude could motivate him so much?

- But he can’t find you anywhere?? Responds asking where are you before saving the picture ;;)

- Saeran.. I was in your office the whole time

- HOW DIDNT HE NOTICE

- Comes back to his office right away and holy shit there you are, all laid out for him like a perfect little present?? He feels terrible for not even noticing you there but he’ll make up for it.

college! au shidge

I may not yet be in college but I am however still a student and really I just pulled these from my butt and accidentally ended up writing a fic ok anyways

  • shiro’s staring dumbfounded at his best friend’s little sister who managed to jump three whole years into his grade like H O W
  • them at the library and pidge cursing her smolness and shiro just hoists her up on his shoulder to the right shelf
  • for some reason they have a lot of classes together. A LOT.

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Secrets (Part 2) - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: Best friends don’t keep secrets, but Peter’s secret sure is a big one.

A/N: A double post??? Wow we are on top of it today! Anyways, here’s part 2 to Secrets! I would love to know what you guys think of it so far :)

Part 1   MASTERLIST

- Written by Brie - 

Originally posted by chronolust

High school for you is not as bad as most people make it out to be. You don’t mind your classes, you get good grades, and you actually enjoy attending sports games, but what you do mind is people - more specifically, Chloe Hansen. Now, you’re not the type to judge right away, you like to give people second chances because first impressions are almost always entirely wrong. However, Chloe has proved time and time again that she doesn’t deserve any chances at all.

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Best Friend Series; Vernon/Hansol

- you meet hansol in high school
- you remember walking into class one day and the teacher announces that there’s a new kid in the class
- this cool boy enters the classroom and you could already tell a few girls developed a tiny crush on him
- the new kid introduces himself as hansol vernon chwe and he just moved to korea from america
- you’re like wow good-looking, fluent english and cool? he’s going to be popular i can see it
- but you know what surprisingly not
- hansol prefers to keep to himself you noticed when a bunch of girls approached him during breaktime and all he did was answer in one word or simply nod
- he’s just so awkward and quiet that everyone kind of…… forgot about him……. like his popularity just died so quickly
- it also doesn’t help that he always has his headphones on but you know what we’ll get back to this later
- hansol disappears during lunchtime you notice, like he’s never eating in class or in the cafeteria
- one day, you want to go eat up on the roof because it’s such a nice sunny day
- but your friends tell you that they have to go to the teacher’s office to ask some questions about the new material you’re learning but you didn’t want to waste such a beautiful day so you go by yourself
- and up there you find hansol
- he’s sitting by the fence and looking at the view while listening to his headphones
- but what catches your eye are the notebooks scattered around him, especially the one in his hand
- you’re like wait is he an artist??
- you walk towards him and once you reach him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around and pull down his headphones
- he asks “oh hi, uhhh do you need anything?”
- you shake your head and ask “what are you doing up here all by yourself?”
- hansol looks down at his notebook for a second and says “i’m….. working on something…” and you ask “oh are you getting started on the project (teacher name) gave us?? wow you’re quick”
- and hansol says “oh no it’s a personal project actually” he pauses before continuing “if it’s no trouble at all…… do you mind…… helping me out?”
- you say “oh sure idk if i’ll be of any help but i could try” and you sit next to him and he passes you his notebook and says “can you let me know what you think of this?”
- you look down at the notebook and you realize that it’s not a sketch
- but rap lyrics
- you’re like !!! DID YOU WRITE THESE YOURSELF ??? and hansol shyly nods his head
- you tell him “THIS IS AMAZING I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD WRITE LYRICS THIS GOOD” and with his permission, you flip through the other pages and they’re just filled with drafts of rap lyrics he wrote himself
- you continue to admire his work when hansol suddenly nudges you
- when you turn to him, he holds out his headphones to you and says “can you listen to these too? if you don’t mind, i mean….. it’s just a little something i’ve been working on lately”
- and you discover that he takes instrumentals of certain songs and inserts his own lyrics into them and he’s just so talented
- you also discover that you both have the same music taste and you bond over it for the rest of the lunch period
- when it’s over, hansol says “ummm do you maybe…. want to walk to class together….?” and of course you say “YES LET’S GO”
- hansol moves from his spot next to the window to the spot next to you and your whole class is like ohhh what’s happening here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- on days you’re free, you meet up with hansol during lunch period or after school for updates on his rap lyrics
- and through these little meet-ups guess what you become BEST FRIENDS
- you notice how quiet hansol is in class and in front of people he’s not familiar with but he’s so fricking loud when he’s with you
- while everyone’s like “hansol you should speak more!!” you’re like “no no stfu not another word hansol”
- hangouts either mean sitting around in some secret hideout or in a nice restaurant with a patio where hansol can write lyrics and you can eat all the food because he’s treating you
- when you go to his house for the first time you meet his little sister sofia and she LOVES you
- hansol was so happy because sofia means the world to him but when she started telling you a bunch of embarrassing and stupid things he’s done, he always finds excuses to not let you come over
- “hansol raps while he’s sitting on the toilet” “SOFIA”
- “omg did you know he never brought a girl home because he’s scared of girls you’re the first—” “SOFIA ENOUGH”
- the type whose laugh is funnier than the joke
- rap battles out of nowhere
- normally really quiet and calm until he wins something, it could be something small like a free bubble tea but he’d act like he won a music award
- “(NAME) I WON THIS”
- dances so awkwardly it makes you cringe for life
- but then when one of his favorite songs come on, he knows every step and moves fluidly and you’re like ??? who are you ???
- knows the raps for like every song you’re like JUST HOW
- you have to drag him everywhere because he’s either never in the mood to do something or he’d rather just stay home and watch movies all day
- “no hansol we’re going to check out that new ice cream shop you’re coming with me I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TOO BAD”
- but when he wants to go somewhere, you’re the first person who pops into his mind
- because you’re the first friend he made at his new school, and you’re the first person who kept talking to him despite how quiet and awkward he is
- he can’t thank you enough
- “aaand here’s your birthday card!!”
- “….did you write these lyrics about me?”
- “maaaybe. oh and this is your gift, sorry it’s small but you know i’m only 17 i only got a few dollars”
- “hansol you’re 19 now shut up”

Confessions in the Moonlight | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Summary: After nearly a month of avoiding you, Jungkook finally confesses the true reason behind it.

Originally posted by sugutie

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More MBTI Questions I Need Answers to

DISCLAIMER: I legit need answers actually hahaha, if you can comment that’d be great because MY CURIOSITY NEEDS TO BE QUENCHEDDD  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ISFJ
- how do I adjust your preprogrammed cookie instructions so that I don’t die from coronary heart disease after eating all your cookies? That stick of butter y'all put into them got my arteries going like @.@
- can I have some more cookies pls? I ate all 12 of them in one sitting
- how often would you like to set your ‘it’s normal to feel insecure’ reminder?

INFJ
- will you come with me to this party 3 weeks from now? I promise to never leave your side and I heard there will be pets there (my attempt at bribery)
- how do you have the best hugs? what is your secret?!?!?!? I MUST KNOWWW
- how are all of you so uniquely artistic? Every INFJ I know does some kind of knitting, oil painting, guitar playing on the side and THEY’RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT WHAT THEY DOO

ISFP
- How do animals know to approach you for your mystical blessing (i.e. legendary head rub that makes all the animals kneel before you in praise)?
- y'all have such colourful outfits! Can you share your wardrobe with me?
- is there a cap on the number of art forms you dabble in or is it more like all ISFPs gets at least one?

ESFJ
- can I come with you to Thursday’s yoga class? I don’t have a matching yoga mat, but I’ll bring you that soy drink that you’ve been wanting to try
- how is your social media game so on point? TEACH MEH YOUR WAYSSS
- do you ever randomly forget someone’s name while talking to them? Because that happens to me wayyyy more than it should

INFP
- is there a daily tears limit or is it more like a you must meet a certain quota by the end of the month?
- how many years are you granted Special Snowflake status? Or do you renew it every 5 years or something?
- do y'all come out of the womb knowing how to make flower crowns or what? THEY’RE TOO PRETTY TO EXIST HOWWW??!?!?!

INTJ
- on a scale from 1 (“I never do this”)  to 10 (“what does it feel like to not do this?”), how often do you think about world domination?
- is it possible to like puzzles but also suck really badly at them? Because that’s me T__T
- how often do you wonder about whether or not you messed up a social interaction? how often is too often? oh crap, my INTJ just lagged a little bit, DON’T BLUE SCREEEN NOOOOOOOOOO

ISTJ
- Are y'all anti-change or just pro-routine? because there’s a difference apparently *eyes ENTJ*
- HELPPPP my ISTJ is stuck in a loop/routine!! Is this normal?
- From all the mbti types, pick one to clean your house according to your instructions, one to walk your dog, and one who’s house might collapse into itself from the hoarding unless you intervene

ISTP
- where are y'all at? I don’t know enough ISTPs
- did you have fun last Friday night? 😉
- how do all of you have this sexy smouldering thing going on?!?! I CAN’T NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUUUU

INTP
- how many hours did you sleep last night? Aim for 8 next time 🙂
- list me your 5 most recent wiki page visits .. I need stuff to do … and researching about a random obscure science thing sounds like a fun Tuesday
- are the science functions pre-installed or is it only calculus that’s pre-installed? How do I upgrade these functions?

ESTJ:
- Of all the mbti types, pick one to be your employee, your significant other, and your child
- HOW MANY SUITS DO YOU OWN?!?! Can you lend me one?
- describe your ideal workplace environment (are you turned on by this question?)

ENTJ:
- do you get an adrenaline rush when you bulldoze during an argument? because I totally feel that
- what does an ENTJ mating ritual look like? (i.e. how do you act around your crush? or no diff because can’t run StrongFeelings.exe?)
- I think my ENTJ is broken, it keeps running IsolationMode.exe! How do I fix it?!?! T____T

ESTP
- HEY ESTP! WHERE IS THE PARTY AT!?! Please take me with you, I’ll dance on the porch outside your house if I have to
- how do you feel about manuals? or do you just set them on fire? can we do a group manual burning? *ISTJs are probably having a heart attack*
- Pick one mbti type to kiss, one to marry, and one to have casual sex with

ENTP
- name me ONE project you’ve ever finished that wasn’t for school/work (y'all get so excited when you start a new project but the old projects feel neglected AF y'know)
- Since you’re the Meme Lord(ess), if you marry a commoner, are they Duchess of Memes or Lady Meme? or Lord Meme? (just throwing that in real quick before the I see pitchforks outside mah house)
- how do y'all have so much air to debate for as long as you do? do ENTPs have unique genetic mutations that allow for larger lung capacity? do y'all double as Olympic swimmers too?

ENFJ
- where do all of our secrets go after we tell them to you? do you have a personalized file on each of us that you flip through from time to time as a bedtime story or what?
- why do all of you want me to reveal my emotional wounds? Is that the equivalent of foreplay or something?
- how do I install PersonalSpace.exe onto my ENFJ?

ENFP
- how do you have sooooooo many tabs open?!?!?
- do pets come to you or do you come to pets?
- will you take me with you on your next spontaneous surprise trip to Tokyo? All my bags are already packed, just tell me what day we’re going

ESFP
- why do y'all always smell nice? can I bottle your scent or something?
- do you take dance lessons or is dancing well just a feature of all ESFPs?
- have you seen my butt? Because you’re sexy AF and I’d like to give you permission to dance within 2 ft of it

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Prompt idea: 7 minutes in heaven bughead edition?

Few things in Jughead Jones’ life had ever been secure. So he’d decided, a long time ago, to opt out of having a crippling sense of anxiety at all times, and to stick to the things that were secure. Archie (until the last summer, that is). The Twilight Drive-In Theater - home, job, passion project - until even that closed down. Pop’s Diner, which remained, and where he’s taken to spending even more time than usual now that the Drive-In was closed. 


The point is, Jughead had a lot going on in his life. But he didn’t care about any of that. Job, a roof over his head, even, to a small extent, his best friend - it all faded into fog when he looked into a girl’s blue eyes and heard her bright laughter. 


Betty had always been there - a bright fixture in his mostly shadowed world, but a light that had always seemed inextricably linked to Archie. And Jughead didn’t fall for girls. Not ever. Mostly because they seemed to move and exist in a world of family, security, gossip, and pretty dresses that didn’t even come close to touching his world of books, classic films, and of course, loneliness. No, Jughead had forged his path, and except where it touched briefly with Archie’s, he defended it, kept it away from others. 


But. Every time he turned around now there was Betty. Brave, bold, brilliant Betty, who hid so successfully the fragility bred into her by a cruel family - and Jughead understood all about families who fail you and try to break you. She had the face of an oldschool movie star - Lauren Bacall, maybe - but underneath the classic cheekbones she could toss off a movie reference or a comic-book joke quick as you like, and her brain - God, he loved watching her firecracker energy piece clues together.


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Thanks, Mom

Summary: You go to visit your mom at her new house and find a handsome man mowing her yard.

warnings: none, just fluff! (minor fantasies about Dean, but who hasn’t had those, right?)

word count: ~2600


You turned onto your mom’s street, eager to see her new house all finally put together.  She had moved about a month ago, but you had been so busy with your job that you hadn’t had a chance to come by and see the place, let alone help her unpack.

She didn’t seem to mind, as she quite enjoyed organizing and arranging things.  You had talked to her on the phone many times and she told you all the new ideas she had for the house… It felt like you had been there a thousand times with all the details she had shared, but you were just now getting to see it.

You pulled into the driveway, eyes scrunched in confusion when you saw a man pushing a lawnmower in her yard. Your mom had always done her own yard work, saying that it was the best work out she would get and not liking to work out in any other ways.

The man looked your way and waved, before quickly turning back to his task.  You reached for your purse after you turned off your car, getting out slowly.  You looked at the man again, taking him in.  He was wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, hair short with scruff on his face. His face – that was a handsome face.  Plump lips and a light brush of freckles under piercing green eyes that you could see all the way across the yard.  He turned the lawnmower so that he was now facing away from you, and you couldn’t help but admire his back muscles that flexed under his thin t-shirt and the curve of his ass –

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Covetous (Part One)

Prompt: @ruth-hamilton-delrio requested “You can’t be jealous if we aren’t even dating! man up and ask me out if you’re going to act like that.” I wanna see your take on that, for Lin x reader” and I happily turned it into a slow burn, multiple part series fic. 

Author’s Note: I have not yet written an angst or slow burn fic, so this is quite different from my usual fluffy fics. It’s been fun to write so far and I’m looking forward to writing the rest of it. I know I said yesterday that I wouldn’t be posting for a bit, but this prompt was too good to ignore so… here we are. 

Words: 2,766 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of surgery/hospital 

Also, for this, it’s modern and Lin has Hamilton and Moana done, but he’s obviously not married and doesn’t have his son for sakes of the fic. 

Enjoy!! (don’t hesitate to tell me how you like it through asks, messages, comments, or reblogs!) 


“I’m just saying… why would Rassilon say that Time Lords would stand as monuments such as the Weeping Angels if it wasn’t true? And it’s the perfect bit for the immortality thing – they’re immortal as statues.” You continued your ages old debate with your best friend as you pushed open the door to your favorite spot – the hole-in-the-wall tea shop you had frequented since your freshman year of college. Greeted with the sugar and spice notes of the over one-hundred different kinds of tea brewed here and a “hello” from your favorite worker, you nodded before Lin countered your opinion.

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A Bittersweet Trickster

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Title: A Bittersweet Trickster

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

A/N: This was requested by an Anon (and around Christmas, so I apologize for the wait <3). I hope you all enjoy this Sweet Treat Saturday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

Family was always a touchy subject for you.  Your family wasn’t the most supportive group of people.  They weren’t supportive, loving, or reliable.  You loved them because they were your family, but there wasn’t much beyond that.  You never let Gabriel come around them before because of how they reacted to your friends.  You couldn’t imagine how they would react to you having a boyfriend.  However, you were about to find out and you were worried beyond belief.

“You have a boyfriend,” your oldest brother questioned, disbelief evident in his voice.  His eyes studied Gabriel closely.  It was as if he thought Gabriel was some kind of hologram projection.  “Is there something wrong with you buddy?”

“Not at all,” Gabriel replied flatly, his lips forming a flat line.  He didn’t like your oldest brother.  He felt like he was talking to his own brothers.  “[Y/N] is a lovely woman and I love her very much.  I think she’s just the girl for me.”  Gabriel flashed you a small smile.

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#261: You Hate Each Other | High School AU

A/N:

I know it might be weird considering the boys are college ages now and high school AU’s are pretty much dying but i still adore them very much and I’ve always wanted to write something alone the lines of this. Rivals were something I also had in high school and let’s be honest nothing is better than haters turning into lovers.

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Luke:

”When you think nothing can be worse than history classes.” You mumbled under your breath and tried to breathe, your heart racing and in fast pace and your head spinning. You could feel your legs were to the point of turning into jelly but you seemed like the only person to have such struggles. Everyone around you didn’t seem to struggle the least bit, they were all running together two and two trying to get to the finish line as the first. It was an usual P.E class, aka morning hell and why not start it out the worst way by running? You hated it more than life, getting sweaty and having to use your body in ways it was never used to. “Look at you sunshine.” You rolled your eyes and tried to run faster when Luke suddenly showed up from your behind, the expression on his face showing nothing else but surplus. “Go away Luke.” You breathed and tried to move between a few others to get away from him but with his long legs and pretty good fitness he was quick to run beside you again. “Why? it’s not a well morning if I haven’t annoyed out your ass.” He commented with a smirk, “You know, some needs coffee other needs a cigarette. I have my own ways.” “Well your ways suck.” You spat, you were pretty amazed how you hadn’t stopped running yet you almost couldn’t breath. He looked at you with a challenged look and with one push you were out of the running lane and heading towards the trees that formed a small forest. You were out of breath and felt his hands on your shoulders keeping on pushing, you were almost ready to collide and fall onto the fresh leaves. “What are you doing?” You questioned confused, looking up at him with wide eyes as he pressed you against one of the trees. “Having my own way.” He announced, he was out of breath himself and looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Your own ways?” You mumbled off and curious, not really knowing what to say and his hands were still on you. “Yes.” He breathed and leaned down to give you a breathless kiss. It was quick yet so passionate you were left even more confused when he pulled back and decided to run back to the field with the rest.

Calum:

“And Y/N you will partner up with… Calum.” Your head shut up so fast it was ready to fall from your body, your eyes were wide and your jaw was to the point of touching the table beneath you. The expression on your teacher’s face was bored, and it didn’t help when you smacked your hand against the table in anger. “I’m not gonna work with him!” You spat and watched as Calum placed his books on top of each other to change his seat and planted his ass on the chair next to yours. “It was a random choice Y/N.” The teacher reminded but you didn’t care. “I protest!” “You’re a high school student, Y/N. Not a debater. Now would you show Mr. Hood a bit of respect and start your protect. I’ve got other groups to assign.” You rolled your eyes and fell in your chair by her words, like you would actually listen to her. Calum was nothing else but a spoiled jock, you didn’t want to waste a minute on him! “You heard her.” He hummed from your side and pressed his pencil into the skin of his chin. You looked over at him and gave him a bored look, wanting to make him shut up already by forcing your book in his face. “For once show something respect.“ "And what? Be nice to you? I’d rather dissect a frog.” You didn’t want to look at him and glanced back at the books in front of you. You were never fond of reading but now it was the only thing that seemed to get your attention. “Y/N.” He hummed, poking you with his pencil. “Calum I’m reading and so should you. We’re two in this project there’s no way I’m letting you get away with me doing all the job.” You could hear a small cough come from him in respond but you didn’t want to look up at him. A challenged expression came to his face by your lack of interest and he decided to poke you again. Once, twice, and by the third time you couldn’t take it anymore so you grabbed it fast and broke it into two. “Read.” You spoke in monotone, looking at him with daring eyes before they adverted back to the pages. A small smile came to his face by your reaction and he looked down at the book as well in achievement.

Michael:

“But that doesn’t make any sense! We’re in a country of free speech and that means everyone is allowed to express their opinions without being told you’re an idiot!” You were so angry you were almost knocking down the chair behind you after standing up, just to show how you were feeling about this. “Well when we’re in situations like these where you’re completely off the actual topic then yes, Y/N, you’re an idiot.” Michael replied with the exact same tone as you and stood up from his chair as well. “Maybe if you woke up one day and saw it from another perspective than your own you would actually understand what is going on.” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth ready to reply but that was when your teacher slammed her hands on her desk. “Y/N, Michael, that’s enough. High social classes are for debates yes but this is getting out of hand. I’m gonna ask you both to leave the class room immediately.” You looked over at her surprised but there was no way you could argue with her without getting attention. It was with a huge death glare towards Michael your threw your bag over your shoulder and leaded out of the classroom with him in your heels. “This is all your fault!” “My fault?” He spat and crossed his arms. “You were the one starting the argument in the first place.” You tossed your bag to the floor and smacked the door shut to the classroom. The argument would only get worse from now that you were out and free to say anything you wanted without weird glares. “I didn’t start anything you’re just always the opposite of me! I can’t express anything without having you right in my heels to comment on something and literally lick Mrs. Claire’s ass!” He furrowed his eyebrows by your words and crossed his arms again, the sun streaming in his face through the windows. “I’m not licking her ass I’m just trying to point out something because you always have a comment in something. Maybe you should let others talk?” “No because when you do it’s only crap coming out.” You almost wanted to yell, looking up at him with an angry expression but he didn’t say anything. He was looking down at you with such an intense stare you felt your heart skip a beat, something you hadn’t felt before with him.

Ashton:

“What are you two yelling about this time?” Calum almost groaned and moved past to stand between you. He could tell from the distance that something was up and since your voices had been echoing throughout the whole gymnastic hall. “He’s being unreasonable!” You almost wanted to step your feet on the ground in pure frustration after explanation to Calum what was going on. “I’m not being unreasonable you’re just being unrealistic.” Ashton argued and folded the sleeves of his football jersey, looking over at his best friend for help. “Y/N thinks that it will be best if we give some of the football field to the cheerleaders.” “Yes, because it’s a part of our job to cheer and lead when you’re playing a game! How come it be so weird!” You yelled back, this wasn’t the first time you were arguing. It happened every single time there was practice for the cheerleaders and the football team, you could never get along. Ashton was too stuck up in his own football to realize and the fact that he was captain didn’t make it any better. He thought he was the owner of everything but you were there to prove him wrong. “But if you’re asses are filling the whole thing we’re not able to play football properly. Important games are coming up and we need to focus on more important things that showing your knickers under your skirts.“ Your mouth opened wide by his words and you almost wanted to smack your hands against his chest in anger. Calum was standing behind you with the same boring look as always, why did he even bother to break in? It was always the same between you and Ashton. "You’re just a freaking ass Ashton. Maybe that should have been your name.” You pushed past him to get through and go back to the rest of your friends, you didn’t care you wanted to fill the whole football field if it was possible just to annoy the crap out of him. “I fucking hate her.” Ashton mumbled below his breath and cracked his knuckles in reaction. Calum looked over his shoulder and leaned down to tie the knot that had loosened on his football shoes. “You love her knickers though.” He announced in a low tone but it was enough for Ashton to hear, his eyes wide and following you head back towards the girls.

My Basty Bear

A/N: Hey guys! In celebration of my blog reaching to over 100 followers (author’s mind is blown), I decided to write out this one shot! I wanted to post another one I made of Sebastian Stan, but since this is a bit special, I made a different one. I hope you guys enjoy it! (I apologize for any grammar mistakes in my story) 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Language, angst, fluff
Word count: 6,300
Summary: Reader has a habit of coming home late because of her love for painting. Unfortunately, that also starts to raise Sebastian’s suspicions of her habits. 

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The music blasts through my earphones as I move the messy sponge along the canvas in rough dabs. I dip the edge of the sponge into the black paint before blending the colours into the canvas. I hum to the music, bopping my head back and forth. I was lost in this canvas. Nothing else matters right now.

I stare at the piece for a while before deciding to fix another area that I don’t think looks convincing enough. My favourite song comes along and I can’t resist it. I set the palette and sponge down to dance in place. I move my body around to the beat as I sing along out loud.

This is the norm for me. Singing, dancing and painting all at the same time. I was alone in my studio after all. I’m doing a painting for Sebastian for our anniversary gift. I want it to be perfect.

I do a quick spin to the music. I catch a glimpse of the large clock on the wall. My eyes widen and I stop immediately. I stare at the clock carefully. 8:23. I look through the window and sure enough, it was dark outside. I let out a gasp before quickly clean myself up. I wash out the brushes, palettes and sponge and cover up the canvas.

I store it into the storage room before locking it up tight. I lock up my studio room and run down the hallway. I’m so late. Sebastian would be home any minute and I haven’t made dinner. Argh, this is why I shouldn’t paint without someone there with me to remind me of the time. I always just lose myself in paintings for hours on end.

When I arrived at our apartment, it was brightly lit. I smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Great… he’s home. My heart aches. I feel a little terrible for doing this, possibly, the hundredth time to him.

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Opposites Attract

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluffy 

Request: Hello ~ can I have a yoongi scenario where you guys get paired up for a group project, and you’re pretty much polar opposites, bUT A CRUSH !!! HAPPENS! Or something. I don’t know. You decide !!

Word Count: ~1.2k


   You sat at your desk waiting for class to start. A hum of noise coming from everyone around you talking to amongst themselves. Looking around at the others you notice one kid sitting towards the back keeping to himself. His face brought back vague memories of seeing him in the halls or with his friends at lunch. He seemed a lot more outgoing in his group of friends than when he was on his own. In class he was mostly quiet, only really speaking when the teacher called him for answers he never volunteered.

   As you were lost in thoughts about the quiet, dark-haired boy you were startled when you saw him turn his head to return your stare. You smiled slightly at him before turning your head back towards the front of the class. Pushing aside the slight feeling of embarrassment as the bell finally rang and the teacher went to the front to start the class as everyone gradually fell silent.

   “Okay, we’ll be starting a group project today.” He announced, causing the hum to start up again as everyone searched for the eyes of their friends. “Before you get too excited, I’ve already assigned partners.” A collective groan was heard from the class before the teacher proceeded to explain the project requirements and then announce partners.

   As the teacher announced your partner you felt the slight embarrassment from earlier return as you were partnered with the boy who’d caught you staring earlier. You looked back at him once again and found him already looking at you, he sent a small smile your way that you returned and then once again turned to face the front. The teacher talked a little more about the project and then instructed everyone to move to sit by their partners.

   Looking back to see if your partner planned to move you determined that you’d have to move back by him and started gathering your books. He didn’t look up at you as you plopped your books down on the empty desk next to him and sat down. You tried to shake off the awkward feeling and quickly returned to your usually bright state.

   “Hey, I’m Y/N!” You chirped, holding a hand out towards him.

   “Yoongi. But we both knew that because the teacher already announced our names.” Yoongi said with a short, quiet laugh.

   “I know, but I thought it’d be nice to introduce ourselves. I also couldn’t think of any other way to make you look at me. It seemed like you’d rather be anywhere else.” You laughed a little to show that you weren’t too hurt by it.

   Yoongi looked down at his desk and scratched the back of his head, biting his lower lip slightly. He mumbled a small ‘sorry’ and glanced at you from the corner of his eye. After telling him you weren’t hurt by it at all you started telling him some of your ideas for the project. He seemed content with most of them, mostly just looking at you and nodding as you talked. When you finished talking there was once again silence between the two of you, which was out of place amidst the rest of talkative people in the class.

   “Did you have any ideas for the project? We don’t have to go with mine just because I’m loud.” You said jokingly.

   “I like your ideas.” He assured you but you were pleased to see him finally smile for a reason other than to acknowledge you. You spent the rest of the time talking about the project, most of the talking being done by you but with Yoongi chiming in as occasionally. Before the end of class you guys exchanged numbers and agreed to meet after school to work on the project.


   For the rest of the day you found yourself thinking about him frequently. He was quite cute, you had to admit, and he seemed really nice. As time passed you found yourself getting more excited about seeing him after school, anticipating the opportunity to see him again. You had to remind yourself that it was for a school project and not to get too ahead of yourself.

   Most of your time after school was spent checking the clock, waiting for the time when Yoongi was supposed to arrive. When you finally heard a knock on the door you checked yourself in the mirror before opening it.

   “Hey!” You greeted with a bright smile. Yoongi returned your greeting with a big, gummy smile you hadn’t gotten to see earlier in the day and you found yourself thinking it was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen. After you offered him something to eat and drink you both made your way to your room.

   While you two worked on the project you caught yourself staring at Yoongi a lot. You both took frequent breaks while working and just talked and joked around. Eventually he had to leave and you found yourself feeling oddly sad, and anticipating the next opportunity to spend time with him.


   It was the day that the projects were due and with all the work you and Yoongi had put in you were sure that you would get an A. Yet you still felt a twinge of sadness as the prospect of not getting to spend any more time with Yoongi was swimming around in the back of your head. You had undoubtedly developed a crush on him over the few weeks you had been working together. Even though you guys were near polar opposites you found yourself attracted to those differences.

   At lunch you found Yoongi sitting with his friends and decided that you had to tell him how you felt before you got too attached and risked getting your heart broken. You gave yourself a quick pep talk before starting to make your way over to him. The whole walk over you spent nearly talking yourself out of it, finally reaching the group just as you were about to turn around.

   “Hey! What’s up?” Yoongi asked, smiling up at you.

   You hesitated slightly before finally regaining your courage, “Can we talk?”

   Yoongi stood from the table and followed you out of the lunchroom to a quiet place at the end of the hallway and waited for a second in silence before talking, “Is something wrong?”

   “Yes and no. I have a bit of a problem but I don’t even know if it’s a problem I’m kind of just turning it into one.” You took a deep breath and then finally just blurted out, “I like you.”

   At first Yoongi looked shocked which made you immediately feel like crawling into a hole but the bright, gummy smile that overtook his face a second later made you feel a spark of hope. While you were waiting for Yoongi to say something he had chosen another way to show you he felt the same. He looked around quickly to check that no one was looking and quickly leaned in to kiss you.

   “Should I take that as a, ‘You like me too?” You laughed when he pulled away.

   Definitely,” Yoongi replied and returned your laugh.


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A/N: To the anon who requested this I’m sorry I put it up so late! And I don’t really know how I feel about this but I tried and I hope you like it! Feel free to send in requests if you’d like!

A quick lunch break at Harry’s office (NSFW)

Or when you decide to surprise Harry at his office for a little stress relief during your lunch break…

“The account should’ve been updated yesterday, Evan,” you can hear the frustration in Harry’s voice as you push open the door to his office. He’s pacing back and forth in front of his desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He bends over to scrawl something on a notepad on his desk, his trousers stretching slightly over his bum.

You stand in the doorway, observing him as he works. He turns and notices you, holding your gaze and pointing at his desk chair. You nod in understanding and walk into the room, making sure to turn the lock behind you. You slip into the high back chair behind his wide cedar desk.

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anonymous asked:

#13 with Jhope or Jungkook please?❤Angst or smut maybeeee

Just for the Night (Hoseok x Reader)

Prompt request: “Are you hurt?”

Summary: Hoseok is a famous actor, and you happen to be working as a stylist on set. You and Hoseok have undeniable chemistry, but will anything come out of it?

Word count: 1.4k words

Originally posted by sunbaejin

You watched as Hoseok recited his final line. Throughout the past few months of filming, you had been completely awed by Hoseok’s presence and charisma. He was always energetic and cheerful, and his acting was stellar. You understood why the young star had risen to fame so quickly.

Plus, you were also stunned by Hoseok’s good looks. You had seen him on screen before, but in real life, it was a whole different story.

Unfortunately, with filming already wrapping up, you realized you never got the chance to talk to Hoseok. You figured a star like him would have no interest in you–a college student interning as a makeup artist. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, anyway.

The crew members and cast erupted into cheers as the final scene concluded. Filming was over. It was a bittersweet moment for you; the experience was amazing and you were sad to be saying goodbye.

With a quiet sigh, you retreated to the dressing rooms with a few other makeup artists. You only handled the secondary or background characters, so you never came into contact with the big stars.

One of the supporting characters was played by a young actress named Mina, who was around your age. She treated you like an equal, which wasn’t very common in your experiences.

“Hey, Y/N!” Mina called, running up to you and draping her arm across your shoulders. “Can you believe it? Filming’s done! Isn’t it crazy?”

“I know,” you replied sadly. “I’m kinda sad. I had so much fun working here.”

“So, once you graduate, just come work here again!” Mina chirped. “It’ll be so cool seeing all of our hard work on the big screen, you know?”

“That’s true,” you laughed. The two of you disappeared into a changing room, where you made quick work of removing Mina’s makeup and hair extensions. You chatted idly as you did so, Mina carrying most of the conversation. After a few minutes, you were finally finished. Mina changed into her regular clothes and you two exited the room.

“So, are you going to the dinner?” Mina asked as you walked through the production building’s long hallway. “The place is really nice! I mean, I’ve never been there, but I heard it’s awesome.”

“I don’t think I’m going to go,” you said reluctantly. “I dunno, it’s not really my thing. Plus, I’m an intern. The actual crew might not be too happy to have me there.”

“Don’t say that!” Mina exclaimed, slapping your arm lightly. “You do a ton of work, and you’re not even paid! You deserve a free, fancy dinner.”

“Amen,” you muttered. You turned a corner, entering the building’s large lobby. Crew and cast members were already congregating there, talking excitedly. “But still. It’ll be uncomfortable. I’m just going to go home after this.”

“You’re not coming to the dinner?” a voice suddenly asked from behind you. Both you and Mina spun around, stunned into silence upon seeing Hoseok standing just a few feet away from you.

“I-I’m not, no,” you replied quickly, tripping over your words. Barefaced and in casual clothing, Hoseok was still radiant. He smiled at you, and you had to physically resist the urge to swoon.

“Why not? It’ll be fun. Plus, free food,” Hoseok grinned. “For real, you should come, Y/N.”

“I, uh, I’ll t-think about it,” you stammered, reeling from the fact Hoseok knew your name.

“Hope I’ll see you there,” Hoseok said, shooting you a thumbs up. “You too, Mina.” With that, he walked away, presumably to talk to someone more important.

You turned to Mina, your mouth hanging open. Mina had a similar expression on her face.

“He knows my name,” you whispered to her. “Holy fuck. Why does he know my name?”

“I have no idea,” Mina replied, her voice bursting with excitement. “But you better find out!”


Two hours later, you arrived at a luxurious restaurant stuffed into one of Mina’s designer dresses. Uncomfortable in heels, you waddled up to the front of the restaurant where a few other people you recognized were standing. Mina patted your arm encouragingly, knowing how out of place you felt.

After some small talk, you were whisked into the restaurant. It was dimly lit, the interior design modern and sleek. The entire place just radiated wealth. You were itching to leave, but you wanted to talk to Hoseok once before the night ended. A girl could dream, after all.

The company had booked a whole section of the restaurant, so you and Mina just took a small table and waited to be served. Mina chattered away, and you listened attentively to whatever drama was happening in the world of celebrities. You didn’t care, really, but you had to admit it was interesting.

Eventually, dinner was served. Earlier, you had ordered lobster because you knew it was expensive. You hadn’t been paid for your labour, so you sure as hell were going to milk this free dinner for all it was worth. You had also been drinking champagne nonstop, so when you started to feel a little dizzy, you had to take a breather.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom,” you announced, pushing away from the table. Mina nodded, her mouth full of food, and waved you away. Teetering on your high heels, you searched the dark restaurant for a washroom in vain. Wandering aimlessly, you eventually found a hallway leading somewhere.

You continued walking down the hall, hoping it didn’t lead out of the building. Just as you were turning a corner, you collided with something solid. Stumbling back, you flailed as you tried to catch your balance.

Hands grabbed onto yours, keeping you steady.

“Are you hurt?” Hoseok asked, concern ringing his voice. “Oh, Y/N! You came!”

“I-I’m fine,” you blushed, letting your hands fall from Hoseok’s warm grip. “And yeah, I did. The food was good, so I’m not complaining.”

“You should’ve come talk to me sooner,” Hoseok pouted. His expression quickly turned serious, and his eyes turned dangerously dark as he looked down at you. “But you look really good tonight, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, biting your lip. You peered up into Hoseok’s eyes shyly. “You look nice, too.”

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” Hoseok mumbled as he leaned down, his face hovering inches away from yours. You could feel his breath ghosting across your lips. When you made no attempt to move, Hoseok closed the distance, and his lips met yours.

Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was just Hoseok, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was messy and too quick, but it sent shivers down your spine. Hoseok’s mouth was so warm, and his wandering hands drew you in.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. You panted in unison. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.”

“You should have told me sooner,” you laughed, threading your fingers through Hoseok’s soft hair. You tugged the strands gently. “But better late than never.”

“True,” Hoseok smirked. He stepped back and grabbed your hands. “Here, follow me.”

He led you further down the hallway where there were–like you were looking for–washrooms. Hoseok pulled you into the empty washroom, clicking the lock behind you. When he turned back to look at you, the expression on his face almost predatory. You smiled at him. A challenge, which he readily accepted.

And if Hoseok liked you in Mina’s dress, he certainly liked you even more without it.


After that night with Hoseok, you parted ways without a word. Well, there were words. Hoseok was as excitable as ever. But there were no promises of keeping in touch or relationships. Both of you knew that was impossible.

So, your internship ended and you returned to school. You were actually studying special effects makeup–niche, you knew. After your final year in college, you returned to the industry with a bang. After working on a few small projects, you landed a position on a huge film project.

When you walked in on the first day, the last person you were expecting to see was Hoseok.

He spotted you almost immediately, a smile tipping the corners of his lips upward. His eyes darkened–just like they did that one night–as he looked you up and down.

“Y/N,” Hoseok said, your name sounding like honey. “Nice to see you again.”

- Girl in Luv

Thnx guys! Hope you enjoyed. I was a little low on inspo since I wrote another imagine with the same prompt. But I tried to make them as different as possible! Was also aiming for smut…but I’m too weak. You guys can guess what went down in the washroom. Also prom was fun, after prom was lit. I’m sick again tho, so was it worth??? Thanks for reading 💛