but it felt wrong to do every study group member but him

@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!

OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 4336

There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.


Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.


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Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this! 

“Good morning, Keith.”

Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”

“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.

Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.

“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”

Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.

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Be my Gràdh Cridhe

Bucky X Fairy!Reader

Summary: You are the newest member of the Avengers. As a fairy, you are able to wield magic. When James Buchanan Barnes decides to join the team, your whole world is turned upside down.

Warnings: very mild Sadness BUT a happy ending

A/N: The term ‘Gràdh Cridhe’ was invented by me. I used a web translator to translate to Celtic so sorry if somebody speaks this language and it’s crap.

A/N 2: This is my contribution to the If You Go Down To The Woods Today Writing Challenge from @angryschnauzer and @ursulaismymiddlename.

You were a part of the Avengers for a few months now. Well, actually rather a recruit than a full-fledged part of the team. Despite the 450 years you had lived already. But being a recruit or student first was the course of events so it made no sense to argue about it. Especially since you knew that with your abilities you wouldn’t stay a recruit for a long time.

As a fairy, you were able to wield magic. Thanks to extensive studies and practicing you had mastered a wide range of it. On top of that, you were a skilled swordfighter and archer. These skills were slighted as antiquated by most people nowadays and you often earned disparagingly looks for this. But with the Avengers, it was completely different. They respected and even admired your skills.

Clint loved to talk about archery with you and to practice this skill with you.

Wanda often asked you for advice to master and improve her own powers.

Steve liked to talk about bygone times with you, especially the 30s and 40s.

Thor loved to hear the tales of your people and shared those of his with you.

Bruce and Tony appreciated your opinion about their projects that was different from those of normal humans. Especially that you always wanted to make sure not to harm the nature and its denizen.

Natasha admired that you could sneak up even on her. And that you had won the first sparring between the two of you.

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Kim Junmyeon//Green Eyes

Originally posted by qrishan

Prompt: You’re not really the jealous type, but you’ve noticed that your boyfriend has been hanging out with a very famous, very pretty and sweet idol lately, and can’t help but feel more than a little jealous. - request from @bomsenpai
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word count: 2,341

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Little Big Secret pt.2

<– Part 1 | Part 3 –>

Genre: Fluff/Angst (more angst in this part omg)
Warnings: angst, very mildly mentioned nudity, basically nothing.
Pairing: Reader x Yixing/Lay
Wordcount: 2730
A/N: let me know what you think! Again fory ou @xingtrash and @oh-beyond because you love it more than i expected you to. 
Message me if you want to be on the tag list.

It was late, and you had just finished your graphic design homework, closing your laptop as your phone rang. The tell-tale sound of FaceTime. You practically leapt towards the bed where you had left it, picking up without looking at the caller. You knew who it was. Only one person face timed you.
“Hey baby.” Yixing smiled at the screen. He was in bed, bare shoulders peeking out above the sheets as he laid on his side. His eyes were swollen and heavy with sleep, tiredness, exhaustion.
You smiled. “Hey there handsome.”
He smiled wider, and yawned. “I’m sorry for calling in this late. But I see you were still awake. Homework I guess?”
“Yeah, I just finished. Shouldn’t you be sleeping Xing?”
“Yah, Lay-hyung, I thought you were calling your girl not your mom.” A voice sounded in the background and your eyes grew wide. Fear creeped into your veins.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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a more profound qpr

Once upon a time, Castiel, an unapologetic agender asexual, and their boyfriend, Dean, an outspoken aromantic bisexual, lived in an extra-fabulous queerplatonic relationship and didn’t give an actual fuck what anybody else thought. However, it hadn’t always been that way.

They met in high school when they were both kicked out of the Gay Straight Alliance, which made literally no sense. After all, they were both queer! But Castiel was deemed a heterosexual, because they dressed “like a girl”. They weren’t trans, because they didn’t suffer the same kind of struggles as “actual” transgender person.

As for Dean, he had only dated girls up until that point, which made him straight; being bisexual just meant he was confused. As for being aromantic, that didn’t exist as far as they were concerned, and definitely wasn’t queer. It was bullshit, because there were actual straight allies in the group! But the gay and lesbian members insisted that some of them might be closeted, plus allies were welcome.

The whole mess was literally bullshit, because the group used the term LGBT and neglected half the letters in the acronym. Castiel grabbed his messenger bag and left immediately; Dean yelled about their heteronormative nonsense until he got kicked out of the library.

Dean found Castiel crying in the stairwell. He gave Castiel a big hug and said, “Fuck all their living room furniture and their garbage opinions.” The next afternoon, though they had been friends for less than a day, they formed the FUBAR Club, which stood for “Fuck Ugly Biphobic Aphobic Rhetoric”.

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Boyfriend Renjun
  • yes another chinaline request from an anon !!
  • thanks so much our chinese babies need more attention ~
  • okay on to this angel who’s going to be your boyfriend in this au ,
  • i hope you manage to stay till the end

  • so he was that one transfer student in your class

  • he was really quiet and the only time you ever heard him talk was when the teacher asked him questions and he had to answer
  • but he smiles and laughs with his group of friends really often and when he does he looks so innocent ,
  • you were like , why is his smile so attractive ?? it’s so warm and loving ?? why am i getting butterflies in my stomach ?
  • he likes helping the people around him a lot and wouldn’t hesitate to put others before him so it was probably the main reason why you were attracted to him even more
  • one day you had to clean up the classroom by your own as a punishment because you were late for school that day
  • and while cleaning , he suddenly came in and offered to help
  • even though you rejected his offer , he still insisted
  • “ let me help you Y/N ”
  • “ Oh .. no , Renjun , it’s fine ”
  • “ with my help we’ll finish cleaning in no time ”
  • and then he flashes you his smile and you agreed in the end because he’s an angel who always wants to help and you can’t reject him
  • and after that he walked home with you and on the way back , y'all talked alot and instantly clicked and you wondered why you never had the courage to talk to him earlier because he could understand you so well
  • y'all would start walking to and from school together ,
  • going on study dates
  • and eventually becoming bestfriends
  • he always showed signs of liking you but you were confused because you didn’t know if he was just being nice or if he really likes you
  • like he’d compliment and say sweet things to you everyday ,
  • and when you’re nervous he holds your hand and plays with your hair
  • and he’s always smiling when you’re near ,
  • sometimes you’d even catch him blushing
  • until one day you really couldn’t take it anymore since your heart was going to burst from the feelings , so you decided to talk to him about it
  • “ Renjun .. I have something i need to say ”
  • “ Yes ? What is it ? ”
  • “ I like you … a lot , more than a bestfriend .. ”
  • and he’d awkwardly giggle and smile , blushing
  • “ I actually .. like you too ”
  • y'all two are like two small kids confessing it’s so cute ahh
  • after the confession y'all two hugged and spent the rest of the day at a park walking and doing the things you did normally
  • okay idk how many times i’ve said this already but he’s!! an!! angel!!
  • so he’s going to treat you like his princess and be really sweet to you
  • 10x more than he treated you as a bestfriend
  • you can expect sweets and chocolates from him everyday without fail ,
  • him buying you the things you want ,
  • showering you with mushy words ,
  • to the point where you felt so bad that he was being so nice and sweet towards you because he was putting in so much effort
  • and when you talk to him about it ,
  • “ Baby you don’t have to do all these for me , i love you the way you are ”
  • “ I’m doing this because i love you too princess , it’s really fine ”
  • “ no it’s not i feel so bad , like i’m not doing enough ”
  • “ just being here with me is already enough ”
  • and you’d kiss him on the cheek and hug him so tightly because you know he’ll never stop being so sweet
  • he doesn’t mind skinship but in public or infront of others he’d be shy so the most he’d do is a hug
  • but when y'all are alone , he likes giving small pecks on your forehead and cheeks
  • sometimes the lips too but most of the time , he’s too shy so you’re the one who initiates them
  • he actually got you obsessed into moomin with him ,
  • y'all could spend a whole day cuddling and watching moomin
  • you’d have matching moomin plushy keychains on your bags ,
  • and matching moomin socks
  • so pure and innocent
  • he’s very understanding so he hardly ever gets jealous
  • and you were so shocked at first because how can one be so calm ??
  • like your classmate would come up to you and flirt a litle , using bad pick up lines
  • you were afraid that he would misunderstand at first but when you looked over to renjun across the room , he gave you an assuring smile and showed no signs of anger
  • because he trusts you fully and knew that he didn’t have anything to be jealous about
  • not many knew about your relationship with him in school because both of you weren’t the type to show off the relationship
  • yet those who knew envied you two and calls you guys the ’ perfect couple ’
  • when you’re sad , he gets really affected too and tries his best to give you advice
  • and if he feels that his own advice isn’t enough , he’d ask for the other members’ advice
  • he often hides his sadness with a smile but you’d always notice very quickly and hug him to cheer him up
  • and when he shares his problems , you’d listen to every word and try to help
  • his phone gallery is filled with pictures of you ,
  • varying from pictures of you sleeping to doing your homework
  • and he loves staring at them a lot at random times
  • “ renjun stop using your phone , you’re supposed to help me with my homework ”
  • “ oh sorry baobei ”
  • “ what are you doing on your phone anyways ”
  • and when you lean over to see , his scrolling through all the pictures again ,
  • no wonder he kept smiling to himself
  • he’d always apologise right away if he realised that he did something wrong because he doesn’t want to lose you
  • even when you’re in the wrong , he forgives you easily because he’s too nice
  • he loves you a lot and shows it through affection and his actions ,
  • you couldn’t ask for more because he’s always there 24/7 no matter what happens
  • so you shouldn’t sleep on him and start stanning him because my baby huang renjun needs more love
SugaKookie Scenario

Plot: When Yoongi’s insecurities begin to get to him, Jungkook does the best he can to make him feel good about himself

Fluff Smut

Word Count: 1343

-This is the first time I’ve done an only member scenario, so I hope it is good, I feel like I get awkward very quickly with smut, so I made it fluffier than I had originally intended. I didn’t think it would make much sense to make it super graphic if it was supposed to be love making😊

    Looking in the mirror Yoongi couldn’t help but compare himself to all the muscular, skinny idols he had grown up seeing, who he spent his life around. He’d always seen idols as these perfect humans with no flaws, and he had yet to figure out how he had ended up in the same category as them. He’d never expected to be an idol, or to be in a kpop group, it hadn’t been what he was promised in the beginning, but he’d grown to love it.

    He’d grown as a person over time, learned who he was and found the joy that could come with having thousands of people scream your name. It was days like that, that his confidence in himself skyrocketed. When he was on stage he felt as if he could conquer the world, but as the boy locked away in the bathroom, he felt like nothing.

    Sometimes Yoongi would wake up and wonder if it was all a dream. If he’d open his eyes and he’d still be in his parents house, far away from achieving his dreams, with the threat of adulthood looming over him. He’d pick away all the little things that had bothered him throughout his life, the insecurities he felt after his shoulder injury seeing to regain its strength.

    When he was younger, weight would fall off quickly, it was never something he had worried about, but, the older he got the slower the pound came off and the quicker they came back. It was frustrating, and even though he had been told on many occasions that he was underweight, that still didn’t stop the insecure feelings. He felt as though he needed to fit in, he needed to be ‘perfect’ like the other idols.

     “Yoongi Hyung?”

    The soft voice called through the door, jiggling the locked doorknob. “Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly.

    “Are you crying?”


   Jungkook knew him well enough to know he was lying, “Open the door.”

    He hated seeing Yoongi upset, he hated seeing any of his hyungs upset, but with Yoongi it hurt more. Yoongi was the one who could never seem to get to the point of coming to them with his issue, he could never seem to become comfortable enough to share how he felt. Yoongi was the one who hid away all of his emotions until they exploded, choosing to rather store them away for possible inspiration than to fix any issues.

    “Hyung… Please open the door.”

    It surprised him when the door unlocked with a click, allowing him to open the door, revealing a tear stained Yoongi.

    “Don’t look at me like that… Don’t look at me like you feel bad for me… Hell, don’t look at me at all.” Yoongi covered his face, trying to wipe away the tears that seemed to come faster than his hands could move.

    “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

    Looking up at him, Yoongi felt himself break a little. When he had met Jungkook he was just a skinny little kid who was too afraid to sing. Yet now, standing before him, he was an adult, confident and muscular, everything that Yoongi wished that he could be. “I’m not like you,” He felt like he sounded like a child, his voice small and weak,”I’m not some attractive idol, I’m not skinny, I’m not muscular… I’m nothing…”

    Jungkook moved forward, wrapping his arms around Yoongi and letting him cry against his chest. “Don’t say that, you’re amazing, hyung.”

    Yoongi looked up at him, a silent plea sounding out that Jungkook was quick to answer, pressing his lips against his. Every unspoken word and emotion expressed as their lips moved against each other, bodies moving closer, as if that was possible.

    Separating, Jungkook intertwined their hands and leading the both away from the bathroom and into his room. It was always a safer bet to go to Jungkook’s room than Yoongi’s, or anywhere else in general in order to avoid being caught by one of the members. In Jungkook’s room there was no fear of a roommate walking in since he managed to get a room alone.

    No words were needed as they made their way to the bed, Jungkook’s hands running along Yoongi’s torso, fingertips brushing the soft skin of his stomach before pulling his shirt from his body. Immediately Yoongi’s hands moved up to cover himself, but Jungkook moved them away quickly. Pressing a kiss against his lips as his hands went to Yoongi’s pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down. His hand slipped inside his underwear, wrapping around his length and causing a breathy groan to escape Yoongi.

    Laying him down on the bed, Jungkook climbed on top of his, his lips moving down his neck. “Don’t ever say you’re nothing, you’re everything, you’re amazing.” His kisses trailed across Yoongi’s chest, pressing a kiss to each nipple before moving down to his stomach. “You’re not fat, don’t try and lose weight that you don’t need to get rid of.”

    Removing his underwear, finally, leaving Yoongi completely naked, Jungkook took hold of his member again, pressing a kiss to the tip before taking it into his mouth. Immediately hands went into his hair, light moans sounding out in the room as Yoongi’s hips pressed up in pleasure. “Jungkook…Please,”

    Pulling away from him, Jungkook pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop off the side of the bed. Sitting back slightly, he admired the view in front of him, Yoongi spread out in front of him, his catlike eyes scanning over Jungkook’s body, awaiting his next move.

    Moving over him again, he pressed his lips against Yoongi’s lips moving as their tongues together as the last of Jungkook’s clothing fell to the floor. Reaching over, Jungkook grabbed the little bottle of lube from the bedside table, squeezing some into his hand before applying it to Yoongi.

    Slowly pushing into him, Jungkook studied his face, making sure that he was doing everything correctly. His hand stroked Yoongi slowly, trying his best to help him ignore the initial pain, from the increasingly high pitched moans that fell from Yoongi’s lips, he assumed he was successful. 

    His first thrust pulling an even louder moan from him, his body coming over Yoongi’s as their lips reconnected. Moan vibrating against their lips as he continued his slow thrusts, until Yoongi began to buck his hips, wordlessly begging for more.

    Moving faster, Yoongi pulled away from Jungkook’s lips, his head falling back as deep moans and groans vibrated out of his parted lips, his tongue darting out occasionally to wet them. Jungkook’s head moved to the crook of his neck, as he began to lose himself in the feeling of Yoongi, his mind seemingly fogging over as Yoongi clenched around him. He couldn’t help the soft moans that left his lips, the sensual sounds of skin against skin seeming to urge him closer and closer to his orgasm.

    It wasn’t often that they had the time to be together, each time brought Yoongi back to the first time, when they were both so nervous, hiding away so desperately afraid of being caught. The dark room and whispered words of affection, long kisses as their bodies moved against each other. It had been a long time since they had done it like this, since they had gone slow and truly made love.

    Usually their encounters would be little more than quick hook ups used to relieve built up stress. Using each other as a way to get away, even if it was just for a little while. It was something that they had gotten all too used to, forgetting the simple pleasure that going slow could bring. 

    Focusing more on emotion than on the physical aspect of it all, and in that moment, that was all Yoongi needed, to know that someone cared about him so deeply. He needed to feel loved, to forget all of his insecurities and problems for a little bit and melt into Jungkook’s arms.

Originally posted by quixquilian




GENRE: fluff

SUMMARY: You didn’t listen to them when they told you it wouldn’t work out. Life after high school is hard, and friendships are tested; with not many surviving. You two were inseparable. But was it really possible to maintain a friendship between idol and stylist?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my last Jimin scenario was angst and full of it, so I made this one fluff :D (the smiley is a lie, I am in pain, so much pain, R.I.P Ido my bby, I’m gonna bring you back to life istg)

also Anon, I’m so sorry this was late! 

Originally posted by bwipsul

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT,” Yuri squealed, clapping her hands. “We’re graduates!” You grinned, feeling your own excitement match hers. You had two months off to enjoy your freedom, and then you were set to work as Kim Mei’s assistant, which made your heart burst with joy. Mei was an extremely well known stylist, she didn’t work for anyone specifically, rather she had people running after her. Her understanding of physical features and accuracy in accentuating them made her one of the most sought after stylists in the country. 

And she had accepted you as her assistant. 

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  • Johnny loves you to bits
  • even if that meant dissing your sense of fashion lol Johnny’s Fashion Evaluation
  • “oh my god, you’re gonna wear that to your friend’s party????”
  • “why? what’s wrong with my outfit?”
  • Johnny stares at your attractive figure that’s obvious because of the tight fitting of your outfit
  • “you look like one of those rice-cakes sold in shops”
  • “it’s such a painful and pitiful sight. 0/10”
  • “change it”
  • “I hate it”
  • “But I’m your boyfriend and I’m evaluating your outfit right now. Now go change before I rip that dress off of you.” :>>>>>>>> Johnny,you naughty li’l rascal
  • but really, you look good in it
  • he’s just worried that some random guy might start to flirt with you at the party
  • so he would rather let you look like a potato than this bombshell chic
  • he’s overprotective of you
  • he always wants you to be safe that it would get to a point where he wouldn’t leave until he has seen with his own eyes that you have entered through the front door of your house
  • and no, that doesn’t only apply when he’s with you physically
  • it applies E V E R Y T I M E
  • even if he’s away, he’ll Facetime you right after your work/school
  • because he wants to make sure that you get home safely
  • you are his baby and he’s yours too
  • sometimes, the fact that you’re his baby gets a little bit overboard
  • “come home straight away”
  • “do not talk to strangers”
  • “even if it is your ex-boyfriend or your bias from another kpop boy group, do not talk to them”
  • “why not?”
  • “because I said so”
  • “anyway, please eat the food that I brought you today”
  • “I want you to be healthy”
  • “Oh you mean the food that TAEYONG cooked this morning?”
  • “shut up”
  • “oh my goodness! you just texted her 5 minutes ago!” *rolls his eyes like bitch why are u so clingy af?* - Jaehyun
  • And you kind of grew tired of it already
  • you felt like you’re being suffocated in your relationship with him
  • you love him but sometimes, you felt that he only loves himself because he always wants you to do what he says
  • he’s more like a dad/mom/older brother to you than a boyfriend
  • one time Johnny saw you bidding goodbye to one of your group study mates and the guy was pretty good-looking too but not as good-looking as Johnny
  • the guy suddenly hugged you
  • this infuriated Johnny
  • you saw Johnny’s face as if he’s about to rip the guy’s head off but good thing that the guy already left before he could do that
  • S I L E N T  C A R   R I D E    B A C K H O M E
  • “Did you have fun today?“
  • “I don’t know. I think I should be asking you that question.”
  • his face is just… oh god, I hope you get out of his car alive
  • “Did you have fun with him today?”
  • “Johnny, he was just my friend from our group study. Calm your shit!”
  • “Yeah sure! He even hugged you. Sure, he’s just a friend. Just a friend. Fuck no!”
  • “Johnny, you are my boyfriend!”
  • “Really? I’m your boyfriend? Then what the hell was that a while ago?”
  • bruuuuuhhhh….
  • “Istg, that was nothing!”
  • “Stop lying to me (y/n)!”
  • as much as you hate crying, you still cried because he thinks that you’re lying to him even though you’re not
  • you finally had enough so you face him
  • Johnny was stunned he expected that you guys would just argue but never thought that one of you would decide to break-up
  • He stepped on the brakes and the car halted to a stop
  • “Y-You’re joking, right? You can’t break up with me! You promised to love me as long as we live!”
  • “Baby… please don’t do this”
  • “I’m sorry if I have been too controlling”
  • “Just please don’t break up with me!”
  • you get out of his car while crying and just decided to walk home
  • on the other hand, Johnny just cried inside his car
  • he was too hurt to run after you
  • 1 week… 2 weeks… 1 month… 2 months… 3 months… 4 months have passed and both of you still can’t forget what happened
  • both of you still yearn for each other especially Johnny
  • he has tried so many times to reach out to you but he just can’t seem to do it because he’s too afraid that he might discover that it’s too late
  • sometimes, you regret loving someone like Seo Youngho (Johnny)
  • but then again your life would be colourless and lifeless without him in it
  • so you go back to loving him again
  • and it was the best thing that you’ve experienced in your entire life
  • You open the door and see Johnny outside
  • as soon as you walk towards him, he doesn’t mind bending to your height level and just wraps you in a tight hug
  • you can tell from his hug that he terribly misses you
  • it’s so tight that you can’t even breathe
  • “johnny, let me go i can’t breathe you’re hugging me way too tight”
  • “sorry” hehehe
  • he lets you go and goes down on his knees
  • “i’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend”
  • “i’m sorry for being too controlling… for being overprotective… for going overboard with things”
  • “i love you and I truly do that’s why i’m doing my best to protect you and give everything that i think is good for you”
  • “i didn’t mean to come off as a controlling boyfriend”
  • “i’m so sorry”
  • he looks at you with a hurt expression on his face as if he’s telling you that those 4 months have been a torture and it would be great if you guys get back together with each other
  • it’s the only thing he wants right now at 12:30 a.m.
  • “Stand up you doofus” and so he did
  • “First of all, I want you to trust me with my actions. Second, let me wear what I want.”
  • “But-!”
  • He blushes, “Deal.”
  • You tiptoed and locked lips with him
  • like his lips just melted on top of yours and it felt soooooOOOoooooOOOOOO goOOOOOOoooood and great
  • you’re never gonna let him go again
  • Johnny Seo is yours and you are his… always and forever.
Tano and Kenobi: Curiosity

Previously on Tano and Kenobi…

Two years into a successful apprenticeship with Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano, Padawan Learner Obi-Wan Kenobi is filled with both excitement and anxiety at promise of his very first mission with his master. But before they jet off to Raxus on the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan needs to do some researching in the Jedi Archives.

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The sun had set by the time Ahsoka and Obi-Wan arrived back at the Jedi Temple, the five spires lit up as a beacon to one and all, the great seat of light and hope in the galaxy.

This was the home of the Jedi.

This was the heart of the Order.

Obi-Wan had exhausted his questions about their upcoming assignment and was trailing after Ahsoka, observing the people on the streets as they passed them. The Temple District was quieter than the Senate District but there was always something to see. Sentients from every corner of the galaxy could be found in the district, from academics and scholars who wanted to do research on the Jedi and their history to those who came seeking a chance to work within the Temple grounds to those who simply saw the Temple as a tourist spot, a place one simply had to see when they got a chance to visit Coruscant.

Security at the Temple during Ahsoka’s childhood had been far more rigorous than it was now. She was still surprised to see the occasional tour group put together by a senatorial friend of the High Council or a wide-eyed clutch of invited sentients following after whatever Jedi Master had been roped into giving the tour this time. Ahsoka had once tagged along with one of these groups during her first year back in the past, following Master Diaz and a crop of new senators from the Mid Rim through the halls as she tried to re-learn where everything was supposed to be.

“Master?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into Ahsoka’s thoughts as they entered the Temple. “Master? I… may I confess something?”

They had just passed through the massive main entrance of the Temple, moving past the towering bronzium statues that represented great masters from the ancient days of the Order. Ahsoka glanced at Obi-Wan and nodded, gesturing for him to follow her over to a private corner.

Safely tucked away where no one could hear them, Ahsoka turned to her padawan. “What is it, Obi-Wan? Is something wrong?”

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Pride | five


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Brief summary You and Yoongi have been an item for a short while now, but things go south when the two of you fight before he leaves for tour. Neither of you speak for 2 months and you make some choices that you regret, thinking that the relationship is over. Once he comes back, however…

word count: 3,658

main pairing: Yoongi x Reader

genre: angst, light fluff?

warnings: n/a i think??

a/n: this is the longest chapter yet, i think haha. i’d like to give a quick thank you to @shoutingink & @jeaneteflo who never fail to leave a comment on the chapters which not only make me smile, but also encourage me to continue writing. thank you so much for reading and leaving any comments! they don’t go by unseen <3

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When the second knock came you paused the game and sat up, listening. You were tempted to wait for a third knock, so you stalled. Having company over didn’t particularly appeal to you right now, knowing perfectly well that it wasn’t Yoongi at the door right now. It couldn’t be. Although it was late, it wasn’t that late. Not late enough for him to be back. Besides, why would he knock? He had the keys.


The small possibility that it was him made you dismiss the notion of waiting for a third knock. You left for the door, swinging it open – only to be taken back.

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 5 (Part 18/?) (Avengers/Guardians x reader)

Part 17

When word spread throughout the rest of the team that the group called the Guardians of the Galaxy had arrived, everyone wanted to rush out to the lawn and see them for themselves, but Steve put a quick stop to the show before it could start.  Pleasantries would have to wait until the business was discussed, given the rapid passing of every minute closer to their unknown fate. He left Stephen, Bruce, and reluctantly left Loki with the kids, meeting you in the hallway just outside of the infirmary to take you and Tony with Thor to meet this mysterious group of allies. He was trying to keep an open mind to who and what he was about to see, but since those first moments when he was brought back to life so many years ago, one thing he had learned was that he could never again be fully prepared for anything.

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Han River Strolls | Oneshot.

pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
words: 1555 words
a/n: i needed to add one for him, something not smutty, just something fluffy and a girl confusing our genius leader

He just needed some time to get the hell away from everything before they started to travel the world. Clear his mind. Before she sat down and shoved food in his face.

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College Activities

@assisreal | AO3I really enjoyed writing this for you. I hope you like it.

by @miserylovestheinternet

Scott convinces Stiles to join the USC lacrosse team and it turns out that university lacrosse has some perks.

Stiles collapsed to the ground as he finished running his last lap. He heard laughing and squinted up at the boy standing above him.

“I cannot believe I let you convince me to do this again.” Stiles groaned. Scott the bastard just laughed harder. After high school they both got into USC and when they found out that being in different dorms and having completely different majors meant that they hardly ever saw each other Scott insisted they join the lacrosse team.

The trojans were unlike the BHHS team in about every way. No Jackson was a bonus but the main thing was that they were all just so nice. Stiles immediately felt comfortable around them a feat he never quite accomplished with his old team.

“You wouldn’t be here, willingly taking time out of studying to run around on a lacrosse field, if you didn’t love it too.” Scott admonished. It was nice to be on the field again, plus it didn’t hurt that he was actually fit now and wasn’t completely terrible. But he was never going to tell Scott that.

“See that’s where you’re wrong Scotty. I’m here for you not lacrosse.” Stiles said as he reached out a hand for Scott to help pull him up. It wasn’t until he was standing up that Stiles noticed one of the senior team members staring at them and because it was Stiles the guy that looked like he was trying to kill them with his eyebrows just happened to be the guy he had a huge crush on, Derek Hale.

“Awww you loooove me.” Scott mocked snapping Stiles’ attention away from Derek and back to his best friend.

“And I regret that fact everyday.” Stiles teased back catching Scott in headlock to give him a noogie. Scott shoved him off and they made their way back to the locker room with the rest of the team.

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Sweet Child O’ Mine

Originally posted by wayward-sonshine

Originally posted by bienzine

Request: Chibs imagine based on ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ by Guns ‘n’ Roses
Imagine where your Opies 18yo cousin and you move to Charming and you and Chibs fall for each other.

So i decided to mix these two requests, i hope whoever requested them doesn’t mind! There will be a part two, I hope you like it 🙊😘


You sat on the hood of the car, a joint pressed between your lips and you stared at the open road in front of you. The sun glared down on you but you soaked in it, letting it heat your skin. You lay against the hood of the car, your body stretching out and you lay a hand across your eyes as you took a drag of the joint. Of course your car had to break down before you’d even arrived in Charming. Your trusty old Maverick wasn’t so trusty these days but you didn’t have the heart to get rid of her. It had been your brothers car and after he died you had inherited it. He had modified it to be a beast, and you loved the looks you got when you drove through towns and people saw a girl behind the wheel. But it wasn’t just the car that earned you looks. You had always drawn in attention. Even your teachers had tried to come on to you. You were sick of the people in this town so the second you’d graduated school you’d packed up your stuff and rung your cousin Opie. He had said you could stay with him so you’d thrown all your belongings into your car and hit the road, leaving your parents and the small town behind you. You knew Charming wasn’t much better but you’d always gotten on well with Opie and after his wife died and Aunt Mary had left town you knew he needed help with the kids. You had driven all morning and you were just outside Charming when your car had started playing up so you’d pulled over and called your cousin. He said he couldn’t come but he would send one of his brothers to get you. And so you waited, unaware that the your world was about to change. 

 Chibs drove along, his eyes scanning the road when he spotted the old ford maverick parked to the side of the road. He lifted his sunglasses onto his head as he saw the girl lying across the hood of the car. The sun shone down on her long legs that were stretched across the hood. She wore short denim cutoffs and a black crop top, a black choker around her neck and her long hair splayed out around her. Chibs swallowed as he slowed the truck as he approached and she sat up, leaning now on the hood of the car. He parked the tow truck and hopped out. Gravel crunched beneath his feet as he walked towards her. She lifted her sunglasses and rested them on her head and Chibs’ breath caught in his throat. Her blue eyes tore through him, ripped through his soul like a hurricane and he had to wipe the sweat that was forming in her brow. She was beautiful. Her wide eyes held galaxies within them and he found himself wondering if everything he believed was a lie. He had never been religious or believed in soulmates. But there was something about you and he wasn’t sure if you were his soulmate or if maybe Angels really did exist. “Hey.” Her voice woke him from his thoughts and sounded like honey to his ears. 

 You watched as the man studied you. You were used to it, used to the stares and the attention but something about his eyes on you set your soul on fire. “You right, lass?” He asked and you gulped at his thick accent. You slid off the hood of your car and ran your hand through your hair. “Never been better.” You said and he chuckled lightly. “Whats wrong with er?” He asked you as his eyes scanned your ride. You shrugged. “I dunno. Everything?” You offered and he laughed again. The sound made you feel like you were floating and wanted to record the doing and listen to it forever. “You can hop in the truck, love, I’ll get her set up.” You nodded and walked around the truck. You opened the door and slid inside. The truck smelt like stale ciggarettes and oil and you wound the window down as you waited. You watched the man move in the mirror. He was older than you, that was obvious. You were 18 and fresh out of high school. There was no way he would be interested in you. You sighed. He was a man, he probably had a wife for gods sake. And even if he didn’t, he was a man who needed a woman. And you were just a girl. 

 Chibs slid into the truck and turned the key. “Sorry lass, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Chibs.” He said nervously as he gripped the steering wheel. “(Y/n).” She said. Her voice sung to him and each word she spoke he clung to. “Mind if I smoke?” She asked and flashed a pack of ciggarettes. “Not at all, lass.” Chibs smiled and flashed his own pack. He lit his cigarette and wound his window down as he drove. The fresh air swirled around them and blew through her hair. The faint smell of peaches reached him from her shampoo and he wondered what her skin smelt like, what it felt like beneath his touch. He gulped as he tried to clear the thoughts from his mind and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Ya know they’ll kill ye?” Chibs asked. “Gotta die of somethin, right?” She replied instantly and he laughed lightly. “Right. So what brings ye to Charming, lass?” She blew out her smoke and sighed. “Figured if I wanna find my prince I may as well start in a place called Charming.” She said dryly and he laughed again. “Well I hate to break it ye lass, but this place ain’t as charming as it claims.” This time she laughed and it lit the darkest corners of his soul. Her laugh sounded like his favourite song and he looked at her. Her smile reminded him of when he was younger, when the whole world was ahead of him. It made him feel as fresh as he was in his youth and he liked the way he felt when she smiled at him. 

 The rest of the drive went by fast as you chatted with Chibs, both of you laughing together easily. He was wise and you hung of every word he said. His voice was soothing to you and you would probably jump off a cliff if he asked you too. The truck pulled into the lot and you looked around. You saw the row of bikes and you smiled to yourself. “Home sweet home.” Chibs said and you smiled at him widely. “Thankyou, Chibs.” You said genuinely and he smiled back at you. “Anytime, lass. Go find ye cousin, I’ll take care of yer car.” He told you and you nodded. You opened the door and your fit hit the pavement. You walked towards the row of bikes, eyeing each one. This was a part of your life now. You though to yourself as you moved past the bikes. The sound of a door opening brought your eyes up and you grinned as you saw your cousin walk outside. “Ope!” You yelled and you ran towards him. He grinned and his arms opened wide and you leapt into them. “Shit! Look at you!” Opie said, a wide grin spreading across his face as he put you back on the ground. “Look at me? Look at you, Ope! Shit you keep a bird in that beard?” You grinned and he laughed loudly. You heard more laughter and you looked behind Opie. Your cousin turned too, and draped his arm across your shoulders. “Juice, Half-sack, this is my cousin, (y/n).” Opie said and you rolled your eyes as they looked you over. “She’s off limits.” Opie warned and you laughed as he led you past them and into the clubhouse. “Hey squirt!” Jax called and you rolled your eyes again as you laughed. “Long time no see, Jackson.” You grinned and hugged him. You sat at the bar with your cousin and his best friend, talking and laughing. The room slowly filled with members of the club and Opie called their attention. He slurred a speech about you and raised his beer, the rest of the crowd doing the same. “To (y/n)! Welcome to Charming!” He yelled. Your eyes locked with Chibs’ across the room as the rest of the group echoed Opies words.

 "To y/n! Welcome to Charming!“

If You Think That I’m Still Holding On (Juice x Reader)

Word Count: 2,196

Playlist: Love Yourself - Justin Bieber

Your legs were folded underneath you as you sat in the corner of the couch in the clubhouse. Tig was regaling you with stories from their most recent. You made sure to laugh and comment at the proper intervals but found yourself too distracted. It was hard to pay attention to his story when the newest patch was leaned against the pool table, focussed on his shot. You admired the determination in his gaze. Your own gaze strayed briefly to his tattoos. You’d been surrounded around Sons your entire life, but he was different. He wasn’t the typical biker type. There was something unconventional about him. He was a techie, the proverbial geek. You never thought you’d see the day where you’d be crushing on a member of your father’s club, but alas here you were completely infatuated with Juan “Juice” Ortiz. There was only one problem. He didn’t seem to see you. He talked to you, he spent time with you, but he never treated you as anything more than who you were; the daughter of the President; SAMCRO’s Princess.  You sighed, resting your chin in your palm. What did you need to do to catch his attention?

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Frat Boy (Part 4)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: Dean and reader take a few days off for midterms before continuing their game… 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Tags: @dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18 @perpetualabsurdity

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 6,833

Warnings: stalking, language, smut

A/N: A little more story on the front end of this one, a lot more stuff and things on the back…

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Chapter 2

Trigger warnings: being tied down I guess?

You awoke.
You were strapped down. The first thing you felt was a strange type of comfort. You hoped everything had just been a nightmare, and that you wouldn’t be at the mercy of people you knew even less than Hydra. They never trained you on anything like this, guess they didn’t expect a winter soldier to be kidnapped so easily. Your eyes scanned the room, you were tired. Your body ached, and you didn’t even remember the last time you were allowed food or water. Only one door. Metal restraints. You couldn’t move a muscle. You knew better than to struggle against the restraints. You knew far too well that you’d never be able to escape in these kinds of chairs. You weren’t gonna get yourself out of this one so soon. You let your head hang low. You were so very tired. When the door opened, you gazed wearily at that same blonde man you’d seen before. You kept your eyes on him, and the door, which had closed just as fast as it had opened. You watched him slowly approach you slowly, and sit down in a chair in front of the confinement you were in. You studied his every move, not once taking your eyes off him.
“Hello.” He said hesitantly.
You said nothing, you only stared at him with tired eyes.
“My name is Steve Rogers, I am here to help, do you know what your name is?” He asked.
You stared for a little while, unsure of his motives. You just prayed you wouldn’t be punished for giving a wrong answer.
“я не помню…”
I don’t remember…
He stared blankly at you. It took you a second to realize.
“I don’t remember.” You repeated in English.
Steve nodded, “I didn’t think so.”
You paused. Was this Hydra? Your commander said it was not, yet he was obviously a member of Hydra.
You would be punished for talking to the enemy about Hydra. Is this a dream?
“What do you want from me?”
You asked, “where is my commander?”
Steve paused, “we just want you to fight this Y/N, for you to remember.”
He ignored your other question.
“Do not call me that.”
Was all you could muster, you were so confused.
He smiled sadly, and you saw your commander walk in. You tense up, waiting for commands of some nature. They don’t come however.
“I’m guessing you are at least hungry?” Steve asked, turning your attention back to him.
He knew full well from your vital signs earlier that you desperately needed food and water.
You just stared at him, not knowing what to do. You shouldn’t accept food from the enemy, and you sure as hell knew you’d look weak doing so. But you needed to eat. You were conflicted, you didn’t want to make the wrong decision.
He sensed your hesitation, and took a step forward with a tray of food. Now you were very conflicted. You looked from one man to the next, whatever you chose would be the wrong answer. Your commander looked at you, little emotion coming from his face.
You sat there, and hesitantly nodded. Though he only wanted to feed you, you were still strapped down to a chair, and you squirmed in discomfort as Steve and your commander got closer. Steve cut a piece of meat for you and held it to your mouth, you ate silently. Once you had eaten it all and had a few glasses of water, he sat down in front of you.
“We need to be able to trust you so you can get out of this thing, okay?” Steve said.
You nodded, unsure of where this was going.
You looked up to your commander, who was farther away from you, not sitting down. He has to know what’s going on, right?
“сэр, я не думаю, что понимаю…”
Sir, I don’t think I understand…
You said to him shakily, perhaps he was undercover? Did you just need to speak Russian to get answers. You were unsure if he’d get angry with you.
“We aren’t Hydra and we aren’t going to hurt you.” He said simply.
“But I’m still a winter soldier.” You said, “you are too?”
Your eyes went to his arm.
“Not anymore.” He said.
Steve sat patiently. There was a long silence.
“What do I do to get out of this?” You question.
“We’re working on that now, we need a little time to prove that you can be trusted not to hurt anyone. We’ll do everything on our part to get you out of there, but we need to know if you can be trusted.” Steve said.
He internally sighed. He had a soft spot for this particular situation. Had you been anything but related to Hydra, he wouldn’t have spent half as much time arguing on your behalf. Well, really for Bucky’s behalf. He could tell Bucky wanted to protect you. Maybe because he saw a “vulnerable young dame” that needed someone to protect you. Or maybe because he’d been there not too long ago himself. Steve just knew that whatever Bucky did, he’d be right beside him. He hadn’t seen Bucky interact so much with the group until you became the topic of discussion. He hadn’t so much as had a conversation with the team, until they were arguing on what to do with you. Tony wanted you to get psychiatric help, but he wouldn’t agree to letting you out of that chair for awhile. Sam wasn’t too keen on having another Hydra agent around him, he didn’t really want to deal with another one. Natasha wanted to give you a chance. Vision was apprehensive, and Wanda simply wanted to go check you out for herself, seeing as she missed the whole encounter.
There’d been a lot of talk about this ever since you’d been taken from Hydra’s base in the first place.
“We will see you tomorrow, okay?”
He says, he could see you needed some time to process. You nod, and the room goes silent after he steps outside the door. You allow yourself to close your eyes. You needed sleep. You knew Rumlow would slap you right now if he knew you were going to sleep at the enemy’s base.
Bucky’s words echoed through your mind.
“We aren’t going to hurt you.”
You’d heard that many times, and it was never true. Could you trust him? Was he the enemy? Who was the enemy anymore? Hydra certainly wasn’t your friend. You decide to let your body rest, you needed some time to sort this all out.

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The Innocence Game (3/??)

Summary: Aoko prepares to help solve her first case, on a request from Shinichi.

[Beginning]     [Previous Chapter]

The switch between strange occurrence and daily life happens gradually.

It doesn’t take long for Aoko to learn the structure of the group, but it does take time to adapt.

It’s simple to learn the fundamentals of what they’re aiming to do as a group – help the police with old cases that aren’t high priority. They take a look and solve the puzzles left behind by criminals, mostly with assault cases and other ‘minor’ crimes.

Learning about the group dynamics however… is more of a strain. It feels like she’s studying for some sort of exam, trying to figure out each member and who’s closer to who. Shinichi, she realises from day one, is the leader – unelected but with unanimous support from the others. It takes longer to realise that Kaito is seen as an outsider.

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