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Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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Mother’s Day

REQUEST: Can you write like a super fluffy blurb where it’s mother’s day and Harry and your kids just wake you up with cuddles and kisses and (like your other one-shot My Love, My Life My Always) he shares a pic of you and your kids cuddling and laughing and its pure fluuuffffff


A few of you have also been asking for fluff recently, so here it is! Sending so much love to you all. x


“C’mon, bugs…nice an’ quiet now.”

“We know Daddy, yeh don’t have to keep remindin’ us,” your little boy explained, causing you to giggle quietly from your place in bed.

Usually you would be up and out of bed already, preparing breakfast with Harry before you needed to go wake your twins up for the day. But Harry had made a huge fuss the night before about you getting the chance to sleep in—however, your sleep schedule had been to synced to your children and your morning routine that you had been laying in bed awake for a half an hour now.

You closed your eyes and tried to stay as still as possible when you heard your bedroom door open slowly. Harry’s steps were paired with another set of quicker ones, and it took everything you had in you not to flip over and look at your loves.

“Daddy, can we wake her up now?” Your son whispered as quietly as he could manage, which was still pretty loud.

“Yes, go wake her, loves.”

You waited a few seconds, hyperaware of your breathing and whether or not it would be fast or slow enough.

Suddenly, you heard two pairs of little feet pattering against the floor as your babies ran into your bedroom.

“MUMMY!”

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BTS Reacts: I Love You

Request: hi! i was wondering if you could do a bts reaction maybe?🙈 to their s/o hugging them from behind and whispering “i love you” with their head on his back/shoulder (it depends😹) -this is so soft😭- thank you!

Originally posted by fuckindestruction

Warning: Mentions of pregnancy

A/N: Kongnamul is Korean for “Bean Sprout”. Kongnamulguk is Korean for “Bean Sprout Soup”.

Seokjin (Jin)

You held tightly at the hem of Seokjin’s oversized tan hoodie, scrunching your nose at the tears stinging your eyes. This is stupid, you thought. It’s only going to be a month. We’ve done longer distances than this. You exhaled a sigh. Must be the pregnancy hormones.

You idly rubbed your tummy, baby bump barely noticeable, but to you, it felt like you were carrying the world. Your world. The moment you and Seokjin had waited years for, for what felt like the right time to start your family. A small smile spread across your lips, despite the still lingering tears.

Seokjin smiled politely and handed over his passport. He turned towards you, a protective arm slipping around your shoulders. “What’s the matter, Jagiya?”

You looked up to him through long lashes and pouted. “I don’t like it,” you murmered. A sad smile spread across his plump lips. “I know, Jagi.” He lifted your chin with a slim finger and you found nothing but happiness resting in his eyes. “It will only be a month. I’ll FaceTime you and little kongnamul every night, okay?”.

A giggle escaped your closed lips and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname. The doctor had called you with the news while you were both out to dinner and you happened to be eating kongnamulguk, and the name just seemed to stick.

Seokjin turned away to receive his passport, thanking the woman at the desk and bowing slightly. Happiness flooded through you, staring up at him, and you were sure of nothing more in the world that this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your days with. You snaked your arms around his slim waist and nuzzled your cheek into the back of his broad shoulders.

“I love you,” you breathed. You could feel heat burning in your cheeks and tears stinging your eyes again. You quickly wiped them away, pulling away from Seokjin’s tall frame.

He smiled shyly, a hand coming up to cover his smile. “Aish, you’re cute, (Y/N). Can’t you just stay pregnant forever if you keep acting this cute?”.

Originally posted by agustdefsoul

Yoongi (Suga)

You stretched the muscles of your neck from side to side, setting down your pen on your World Culture text book. You looked behind you from your place on Yoongi’s studio couch, sprawled out on your stomach, to Yoongi who was working diligently away on his computer. You eyes followed his side profile, from his pinched eyebrows in concentration, to the downturn of his lips, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

You bit your lip and glanced down to his work space, littered with his small, black leather notebook, a couple of pencils and erasers and sticky notes. You closed your text book, and adjusted your shorts, before exiting the room.

Yoongi shifted in his seat, looking back to where you had just lay, before adjusting his headphones and returning his attention to the screen.

You returned moments later, a napkin, a bottle of water and one of Yoongi’s favorite cold bottled coffees in both hands. You came up behind him, his eyes still fervently searching the screen for the solution to some unseen problem. You leaned down and gently blew at the exposed skin of the nape of his neck, smiling when little mountains of goosebumps rose to the surface.

You reached over his shoulders and placed down the napkin on his work space, setting the cold, coffee on top and the water bottle next to it. You watched as a small, appreciative smile came to life, and couldn’t help but return it. You slid the palms of your hands from the tops of his shoulders down the hills of his chest to rest lightly on his toned stomach.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear. You watched as the small smile turned gummy, and he looked down, the blush creeping up his neck barely noticeable in the dim light

“I love you, too,” he chuckled, the low timber of his unused voice sending butterflies soaring in your chest.

Originally posted by hobipd

Hoseok (J-Hope)

You bobbed your head to the resounding base, idly scrolling through social media on your phone. You sat, perched on one of the blue dance mats, ignoring the dull ache in the base of your spine for easy companionship with Hoseok as he perfected a dance for another episode of Hope on the Street. You set your phone beside you and watched Hoseok carefully, from his controlled facial expressions, to the way his body naturally seemed to pop and lock into place where he so chose. You admired the way he could move his body so effortlessly, every carved out muscle under his control.

The song started over, and Hoseok raised both arms wide in the air, thoroughly stretching the muscles there. He made his way over to the mat you were sitting on and collapsed beside you, hair matting to his forehead, shirt sticking to him.

You scrunched your nose and smiled at him. “You stink,” you laughed. Hoseok smiled widely, an almost embarrassed laugh falling out. He puffed out his cheeks and blew out a deep breath, keeping his lips pursed for a second longer.

“Come, on.” Hoseok groaned, and made to stand up, muscles protesting against the action. “I think if I practice anymore, I’ll collapse.”

You took his outstretched hand and absently rubbed at your aching butt, as he pulled you up to your feet. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” you sighed. You watched as Hoseok began to pick up his things, aimlessly throwing them in the direction of his backpack in the corner of the room.

As he bent down to pick up his empty water bottle, you snaked your arms around his waist and rested your chin in between his shoulder blades, pushing most of your weight onto his back. “I love you,” you sighed, making him halt mid reach for his water bottle. You both stayed like that for few seconds longer, until you finished. “I just wish you would take better care of yourself.”

Hoseok turned, still in your arms, and rested both hands on your hips. He nuzzled his head into the soft crook of your neck and sighed. “I know, Jagi.”


Originally posted by aceyng

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Namjoon typed away at his laptop, sitting precariously on top of a pillow on his lap, bottom lip worrying between his teeth. His glasses sliding slowly off his face as he looked down at the screen, you couldn’t help the adoration that flowed through your veins.

You abandoned your place beside him on the couch and made your way into the small kitchen to see about starting dinner. You rifled through your cabinets, a dismal look pinching your brow together. “Take out it is, then,” you sighed.

You made your way back into the living room, your eyes easily finding Namjoon, eyes now tracing lines in a black notebook, glasses hanging on to just the tip of his nose. You walked over to the back of the couch behind him, and rested your hands on his tense shoulders.

“Namjoon-ah,” you called softly. You received a grunt in response, clearly absorbed in his work. It wasn’t like you to bother him while working, but from the lack of movement from both of you in the last couple of hours, you were sure he hadn’t eaten properly.

You leaned down and placed your lips gently against his ear. “Look at me,” you breathed. You watched in delight as the hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end as he licked his lips and gazed at you.

You straightened up and smiled at him. “Good. Now that I have your attention.” You crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head. “You haven’t eaten much today,” you accused.

Noona, I’m fine,” he rolled his head on the back of the couch and sighed.

You fixed his glasses to fit properly on his face and leaned back down to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, passionate, filled with every emotion you  could imagine and all the time in the world to express them. You slid your hands down his shoulders to rest on his chest and broke the kiss, gazing at him. ”I love you, and the man I love will not work on an empty stomach.”

A low chuckled filled his lungs as he lifted head and closed his notebook. “Fine,” he whined, exaggerating the word as he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered “How do you always know how to get what you want?”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Taehyung (V)

“Taehyung!” you exclaimed without any honorifics. “I thought you were gonna let me win!” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair in a huff.

“Watch it, little girl,” he warned, but the threat was lost in the laugh that escaped his throat. You giggled at his attempt to be threatening, his boxy smile filling his face.

“Besides,” he continued. “How can I let you win, if you cant hit anything even with the gaurds up?” he teased.

You laughed, hand coming up to cover your mouth shyly. “I am pretty bad at this, huh?” you admitted. You looked up at the score board, your scores pitifully drastic.

Taehyung smiled at you lovingly, and you couldn’t help the heat that flooded your cheeks. You stood up and quickly crossed the distance between you two, holding your arms out to embrace him. He took you in his arms easily and you let the comforting scent of his cologne fill your nose.

“I love you,” you whispered into his chest. You felt rather than saw the chuckle that escaped his lips. He pulled you in tighter, squeezing you gently. “I love you, (Y/N).”

Originally posted by jiminiediary

Jimin

You waited patiently in line at the local coffee shop, fingers playing with the hem of your sweater to keep them from reaching out to touch Jimin. Standing only a couple feet away, you were still able to smell the faint scent of his cologne, something heady and earthy, like home.

You admired his side profile, although obscured by the black face mask and glasses he was adorning, you could recount every line and curve of his nose and lips. You smiled to yourself, thinking back to last night when your frames were so intertwined with each other, a thin layer of sweat covering the hills of your bodies, as he laced his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand idly as you sleepily tried to keep up with the conversation.

“(Y/N)?” the sweet sound of Jimin’s voice filled your ears, as he called out to you. You snapped your focus back to the man in front of you, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “What would you like?”

Coffee. That’s right, you thought, bringing your attention to the present. You ordered your usual, and thanked Jimin quietly while he paid, eyes focused on his unoccupied hand and how you wanted to reach out and entangle his fingers with yours, to feel the smooth skin of his hands from meticulous care. Your self control wavered.

You both thanked the cashier and made your way to the other end of the bar, waiting for your coffee. Partially obscured by the height of the bar, you took his hand in both of yours and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand. You knew PDA made him a little uncomfortable, but you hoped this small act was okay.

“Jimin-ah,” You looked up at him through long lashes and bit your plump bottom lip. “I love you,” you breathed.

Jimin’ s eyes crinkled and you knew he was smiling widely. A soft chuckle filled your ears as he pulled his mask down to rest at the base of his chin. “And I love you, (Y/N).”


Originally posted by jinkooks

Jungguk (Jungkook)

You sighed loudly, more loudly than was necessary, really, but you didn’t care. Jungguk had been staring at a screen for the last four hours and you were bored to tears. You had exhausted every form of social media you had, now resorting to just googling funny pictures.

You tossed your phone behind the couch, when just the sight of the lit up screen started to make you a bit cross eyed. You sat up cross-legged in the middle of the couch, eyeing the back of Jungguk’s head. He was in need of a haircut, the small hairs on the nape of his neck growing out, messing up the look of his undercut. Your fingers itched to run through his soft locks, but pushed down the urge.

You rested your head on the back of the couch and held tightly the pillow in your arms. You sighed loudly again, hoping Jungguk would take notice, but he only swore loudly at the T.V screen, fists tightening around the controller in his hands. You scrunched your nose in frustration and licked your lips.

Your eyes fell on the extra couch pillow at the end of sofa, and you quickly glanced back to Jungguk. You smiled and bit your lip, quickly snatching it by your side. You waited patiently until you considered he was at a good stopping point before you initiated your attack, both couch pillows hitting him square in the back of the head.

Jungguk flinched, immediately pausing the game and turned around, an accusatory glare aimed in your direction. A smile broke out on your face, biting your lip again to control the nerves that were suddenly pouring through you. You watched as the beginnings of a bunny-toothed smile appeared on his lips, and you poised yourself to run like a madman through the house, hoping he would take the bait and chase you.

Your legs sprung out from under you as you attempted to jump over the side of the couch, but Jungguk somehow was able to cross the five foot gap between you two and grab hold of your ankle, gently but firmly pulling you back down to the couch and sliding you towards him. You landed with an oof and felt the couch give to the weight of him, as he flipped you over onto your back, his body hovering over yours.

Your breath caught, and you tried to swallow, your throat too dry. You caught a glimpse of mischief in his doe-like eyes and immediately struggled to get away from him, hands trying fruitlessly to push his face away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he muttered, words garbled from the weight of your hands pushing his cheek away. Jungguk pulled your hands away easily with one of his, the other releasing a vicious tickle ambush on your side and under your arms.

You laughed loudly, unable to control your wide smile. “NO. No, pleas- I’m sorry, OKAY?” you tried, your laughter making it hard to speak.

Jungguk laughed, bunny teeth cutely poking through, and rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I love you.” The words pushed through your lips before you could hold them back. You watched, wide-eyed, as every emotion was easily recognized in Jungguk’s expressive orbs. You watched his lips part, as he searched your face for something you weren’t quite sure of. A slight blush appeared across his cheeks, finding the answer in your eyes.

“Yeah,” Jungguk breathed, burrowing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I…I love you, too.”

Earned It - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by bucha-nan


A/N: For you @evanstanimagines​ - Hope you enjoy this. Lord knows I had fun writing this aha. If anyone has any requests or comments please don’t hesitate to comment or PM me :)

Bucky x Reader - Bucky knows you have a tendency to sleep talk. In fact it gives him peace, however this night was full of the opposite.

Warnings: All the smut.

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  • Hufflepuff aesthetic: sitting after a long day; pulling your blanket back on when it falls off in the night; broken cinnamon sticks; jumpers that are too big; putting on warm socks; your pet resting their head on your lap; butterfly kisses; extra creamy hot chocolate; humming in the morning;
  • Gryffindor aesthetic: being breathless after running; spinning fast on office chairs; untying your hair; having dirty feet; finishing big breakfast; holding hands; fire crackling; having red lips from berries; burning the tips of your fingers on hot drinks; brushing your hands through fur;
  • Slytherin aesthetic: making perfect paper creases; sucking on ice; rooms with high ceilings; looking up at the stars; getting up for a drink of water at night; brushing your hair behind your ears; heels clicking on polished floors; dancing home alone; driving fast; jumping high on trampolines; charcoal on fingers; blasting music on headphones; being light-headed after a sleep in;
  • Ravenclaw aesthetic: covering your eyes with your hair; cold wind on your face; brushed teeth; finishing a long book series; wearing extravagant clothes at home for no reason; sipping lemonade through straws; multi-tasking; hot showers; staying up late; quiet music; the taste of mint; perfectly sharpened pencils;

• Mirror rorriM •

Based off an anon ask that the lovely @stylesunchained received the other night. Who doesn’t love the idea of a some naughty fun against a mirror with Gucci suit Harry?
Thank you to @aboutalighthouse for the help and immense support while writing this!

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The first thing you see when you walk into the crowded room is Harry. Harry in the Gucci suit looks like a goddamn vision; his smile breaking every heart and making knees weak. It’s like he has this bright spotlight on him and you can see everyone around you is casually trying not to stare in his direction. He’s oblivious to their stares as he works the room, his focus fully on the conversation he has with each guest.

He catches your eye when he’s posing for a picture with a beautiful woman on each arm, their bodies against him in hopes of keeping his attention when the photographer is gone. So, when his gaze lingers on you for a little longer than you can handle, you see the smile become a sort of smirk that you know can only mean trouble for someone, and you sincerely hope it’s going to be you.

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Spirit in the House - chapt 10 END

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 2,167

Warnings: Language, Mention of Depression, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts 

A/N: I was so moved by your feedback and I’m so happy to give you this final chapter. Thank you for everything! Hope you’ll enjoy it and… remember that I love you ♥ 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

It had been almost four months since you had left the hospital. Your apartment was oddly silent and you were starting to feel like something was missing. There were days when you would catch yourself staring into space, smiling, as if you were living another life in your head. A life you didn’t have access to.

Your therapist told you to be patient, you had to let your brain recover and adjust. It was a topic that even Peggy and Tony avoided. You realised the past few months had been hard on them too, so you decided to pretend everything was fine.

But you were not fine. You were sad and lost.

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There really wasn’t a reason as to why you weren’t the type of person who showed affection that often. Your parents were probably the most affectionate people out there, and it was pretty obvious that that gene wasn’t passed down to you. It wasn’t like you were incapable of hugging and giving cheek kisses… It was just that you preferred not to! It was as simple as that. 

Harry, on the other hand, was definitely an affectionate person. Hugs? Yes! Kisses? Yes, please! He had no issues with affection and people were always confused as to why you two seemed to be compatible. 

You and Harry had been dating for a while now, and you knew you loved him. He knew you loved him as well. The only problem was that you had never actually said ‘Hey, I love you!’ to him and it was genuinely bugging him. Harry had been trying his best to get you to utter those three words, but each time he’d try he’d end up with nothing. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t stop trying, though. 

“Where’re you goin’?” Harry furrowed his brows after turning around to face you, eyes flickering down to the car keys in your hand. “I thought you were goin’ to spend the afternoon with me?” 

“I know, I know. I just have to pick up a couple things from the supermarket, and then I promise you can have me for the rest of the day.” You smiled, walking over quickly to plant a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

“Can’t you jus’ pick stuff up tomorrow? I’ll have meetings all day tomorrow… Not to mention, you know I’ll be on tour soon so you should be taking advantage of the free time that I have now!” Harry pouted, wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from walking away. 

“Harry, I’ll only be an hour.” You sighed, wiggling yourself out of his death grip before pressing another kiss to his forehead. “How about I bring you back one of those green smoothies from that overpriced vegan place?” You teased, a grin growing on Harry’s face before he nodded excitedly. He did love a good green smoothie.  

“A’right, fine. You drive a hard bargain but I’ll allow it. I’ll see you in an hour, then.” 

“Mm… An hour and a half?” You smiled sheepishly, grabbing your purse off the kitchen countertop. Harry was silent for a moment before pursing his lips in thought. 

“An hour and a half tops.” He scowled playfully, reaching out and intertwining his pinky with yours in a pinky promise. 

“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit.” You hummed, already walking towards the front door. “Love you.” 

“Yeah, love you t-” Harry froze upon realizing what you had just said. He immediately went into freak out/panic mode, his jaw dropping and his eyes popping wide open before he was sandwiching his head in between his hands and dragging them down his face. “Oh my god, holy fuck.” He breathed out, his heart pounding against his chest before what felt like a trillion butterflies exploded in his stomach. 

“What was that?” You popped your head back in, raising a brow in curiosity. “I didn’t hear you, did you say something?” 

“I love you!” Harry breathed out, his eyes practically twinkling with joy. 

“Uh-huh, you too!” 

Well, close enough. 

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With Eyes to See {Draco Malfoy x Reader}

Requests are open!

Prompt: @belle6026   I was wondering if you could write a Draco x reader where he crushes over her and he finds out she’s deaf so he learns how to sign and she is flustered and everything is fluffy plsssss 

A/N: OK THIS IS LITERALLY SO CUTE (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: none

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

Dumbledore stood in front of the students in the Great Hall. The whole room erupted in cheering and clapping. You continued to eat, unsure of the commotion. You took another bite of your apple as your friend sat down. You cocked your head at them hoping for an explanation. 

Their mouth made an ‘O’ shape as they signed the announcement to you. There was going to be a ball more specifically the Yule Ball and everyone was excited to dance the night away with beautiful French girls and kiss strange boys they didn’t know. You, on the other hand, were not as thrilled. No one wants to go with someone who’s deaf. You would spend your evening in the common room alone while everyone else partied.

The students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their first class of the day. You quickly followed suit but there was one boy who stayed behind. Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table coming up with a way to ask you to the Yule Ball. 

Draco was not one for being subtle, he stood from his seat and marched over to you right away. He called your name but you never saw him and continued to walk to class.

“I-I can’t believe- I’ve- I’m”

“It’s called rejection Malfoy,” Crabbe said coming up behind him.

“It happens to the best of us,” Goyle chimed in after.

“No. It happens to you. I can’t believe I was completely ignored. How rude.” Draco lifted his chin and walked to class.

He walked into Potions just to see you happy as could be with one of your friends. You smiled and signed to your friend. Draco saw your friend sign back and he frowned. A smile began to spread across his face. 

“Mr. Malfoy!” Professor Snape yelled. “If you could please take your seat and stop staring at (Y/N)(L/N).” Draco’s face turned tomato red and quietly shuffled to his seat. 

Your friend giggled and quickly explained what had happened. Your face was burning and you laid your head on the desk in embarrassment. 

The class ended and you rushed out of the class as quickly as possible. You felt your heart racing as you sped down the hall while Draco ran in the opposite direction after your friend. 

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(Draco Malfoy x Reader) She Drew Me pt.2

Please read Pt.1 if you haven’t

  Draco is being awkward. Draco knows he’s being awkward. Draco knows that other people think he’s being awkward but he can’t help it.

  Ignoring all the strange stares he’s getting from his classmates he stiffly butters a crumpet being careful not to get any on his robes. His eyes are constantly darting towards the Gryffindor table but the one person he’s looking for hasn’t arrived yet.

  Breakfast started 30 minutes ago, the heck is keeping her?

  To his consternation Blaise had decided to take a seat next to him that morning and couldn’t seem able to stop nattering about something to do with…something. What? He wasn’t listening. With his eyes fixed firmly to the entrance of the Great Hall, he took a careful bite out of his crumpet; and promptly spat it back out again.

  “Who in Salazar put marmalade on this?” He coughed reaching out for his pumpkin juice and taking a large gulp to rid himself of the vile taste.

  Blaise gave him a weird look. “Uh, you did, Draco.”

  Draco scowled at his friend. “Why would I do that? I don’t even like marmalade, you pillock.”

  Blaise smiled slyly. “My my, what has gotten the Ice Prince in such a bad mood? Let me guess, is it Potter? Is it because you tripped on the stairs this morning? Oh, I know! Is it because Professor Snape- mhmph!” He was unable to finish that sentence due to an apple being shoved unceremoniously into his mouth by yours truely.

  “Two words Zabini. Shut. Up.”

  Blaise spat out the apple and gave him an even broader smile. “And now we’re on last name terms. I wish the best of luck to whoever has pissed off his highness.” 

 Draco groaned. 

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  In the end you never did turn up to breakfast and Draco is definitely not worried about you at all. In fact, it is because he is curious and not worried that he asks Blaise about you on the way to their first class which was Potions. 

   “Oh, (y/n)? She lost her sketchbook yesterday and she’s been searching for it ever since. Knowing her, she’s probably still looking for it now. You haven’t seen it, have you? Normal sized, leather bound-” 

   “No, I haven’t” Draco said a little too quickly. If Blaise noticed he didn’t say anything, too busy he was with his musings.

   Actually, it’s been in his bag since he left the dorm

   Everyone had already taken their seats and heated their cauldrons when you finally showed up. You were panting slightly and your cheeks were flushed giving your usual complexion a rosy glow, not to mention your tie was also crooked. You looked absolutely adora- hideous! He meant hideous! No no no he was not about to call you adorable. No way

   All the students attention was now on you but you seemed unfazed by it, your usual deadpan expression giving nothing away. 

   “Miss (l/n). Care to tell the class why you are late?” Snape drawled raising his head up from the textbook long enough to give you a glare. 

   “Sorry, Sir. I overslept dreaming about pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.” You drawled back in an almost perfect imitation of the Professor.

   A collective giggle arose from some of your classmates while the rest of them looked completely horrified. No one spoke to Professor Snape like that. Sure enough Snape’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

   “Lets see, 20 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness and another 20 for disrepecting a teacher. Oh, and another 10 for not being aware of how to properly wear a school tie.” He sneered. 

   All the Gryffindors groaned at this but you were undeterred. “With all due respect, Professor. Who in the name of Merlins greasy beard would take points for a crooked tie?” 

   “(y/n)!” Granger gasped looking scandalized. Draco had to bite the inside of his cheek to refrain from laughing and it looked like Blaise wasn’t doing much better. 

   “Detention, (l/n). If you don’t want me to fail you this instant you will shut that disgraceful mouth of yours and sit down.” It seemed as though Snape had surpassed all the stages of anger and entered the realm of deadly calm. 

  Silence reigned as the class waited for your next move with bated breath but after recieving the evil eye from Granger, you relented and made your way to the last empty seat……… which was right next to Draco’s. 

   You completely ignored him as you set up your cauldron. This did not bother him in the slightest and he absolutely did not keep glancing over at you once every thirty seconds. No he didn’t. 

   To his annoyance, halfway through the class Blaise leaned over him to talk to you. “I take it you didn’t find your sketchbook then” He chattered cheerfully making Draco roll his eyes. 

   Your scowl looked disturbingly like his own as you directed it at Blaise. “Do I look like I’ve found it, Zabini?” 

   Blaise pouted. “What is it with you and Draco today? Zabini this, Zabini that. My name is Blaise in case you two have forgotten.” 

   Your eyes focused on Draco for a moment making his heart leap but with a blink you looked away again. Draco suddenly really really wanted you to look at him again and he racked his brain to try and think of something to say. 

   Come on. She’s right there. Just say something, anything. You could comment on her potion. Or, give her advice on how to dice the frogs legs. Heck, you could just insult her like you usually do. Or maybe you could, maybe you could- 

  “I have your sketchbook!” He blurted. 

   There was a faint plopping sound of your stirring rod falling into your cauldron as you stared at him slack jawed. “You what?“ 

   Fuck. 

 "I-I have your sketchbook” He repeated. 

  Avoiding eye contact, he reached into his bag and rummaged around until he felt leather. He placed it on your table with a thud. 

   "Waaaiitt, you said you didn’t know where it was when I asked you earlier” Blaise pointed an accusing finger at him but Draco ignored him because, right now you looked completely mortified. 

   "Did you open it?“ You voice came out in an almost whisper. 

   "I did” Draco answered as firmly as the stupid butterflies in his stomach would allow him to. 

   You lowered your head in defeat and let out a harsh laugh. “So, what did you think of my drawings?” You asked bitterly. There was something else laced in your voice and when he realized it was fear his traitorous stomach did a fucking swoop.

  Hesitantly, he reached out and put his fingers under your chin bringing your eyes up to meet his. Draco was honestly surprised how easily a smile sprang to his lips when your very nice eyes widened in astonishment. Leaning in to make sure only you could hear. He whispered carefully.

   "They were beautiful" 

   But not as beautiful as you. 

RFA + MC: Panic Attacks

This also wasn’t requested. But I would like to point out that I struggle greatly with anxiety, panic attacks and low self esteem. That being said, everyone experiences anxiety differently. The accounts described are how I deal with them.

  • Yoosung

- It’s a shame. Rika wouldn’t do something like that
- If only Rika was here with us still, I miss her

- You and Yoosung were in a relationship for the past year and it was slowly blossoming. You two loved each other a lot and often told each other how you felt or if something was bothering you. You two vowed to be there for each other after all.
- Yet at times, you always felt that he still held Rika closer to him than you. Which was fine, Rika was like family to Yoosung. Her death was very traumatic for him, seeing that it was his first time coping with grief. You understood that much and were fine with that part.
- Yet you always felt at competition against her. And she wasn’t even alive anymore…
- He doesn’t love me
- He doesn’t appreciate me…
- I’m not doing enough for this party
- After all, I’m not Rika…

- Thoughts played on a loop. Your chest started to tighten and you awoke with a gasp. It was the middle of the summer and you were wearing your vest and shorts, yet your body was drenched in a layer of sweat. You started to lose sensation in your hands and feed and your breathing became faster and laboured.
- Tears streamed down your face as you croaked to Yoosung for help, unable to speak. You patted for him desperately.
- “MC..? It’s the middle of the night…” he said, groggily. He leaned over and turned on the lamp, wincing at the sudden brightness. He leaned over and froze when he saw you in your panicked state. He knew you got panic attacks regularly and he was there all the time for them, but he never knew the reason. “MC…”
- He never knew that you felt that you were being compared to Rika, and in turn, started to compared yourself to Rika.
- He pulled you close to him and tried to get through to you. “Shh, everything’s fine. You’re okay, it’s only panic. I want you to take deep breaths with me, okay?”
- You began to follow him and he rubbed your back up and down. He looked up to you so much yet you suffered with these debilitating attacks. Once you calmed down he asked what was on your mind. The stress of the party, feeling totally inadequate and comparing yourself to Rika, everything.
- He kissed your forehead and pulled you towards his chest now.
- “You’re so silly. Is that what triggered this? MC, love, there is no need go compare yourself to Rika and I’m sorry I come across as if I do that. I’ll change. But you’re you. Give yourself some credit. This is your second  party, give yourself some credit. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

  • Zen:

- There he was, looking as dazzling as ever. He was where he belonged on stage. He was so gifted and handsome and chivalrous.
- It was so packed and hot and you couldn’t hear yourself think. Or breathe. You felt really unwell.
- The intermission was approaching. Good, I have survived an hour, I can do one more and then Zen will be finished and we can go home, you told yourself.
- But you now had to deal with Zen’s fans outside. The majority of his fans were lovely and they were happy with the two of you being in a relationship and later married. You neglected to tell Zen this, but some of them had been targeting you on social media platforms. This wasn’t the root source of your issues with a anxiety and panic, but it’s undeniably true that it has been making your anxiety worse.
- “Oh look, it’s MC.”
- “I wonder what she did to become Zen’s wife.”
- “Oh, you mean it’s not obvious yet? Look at her!” The insults came one after the other.
- And you ran. You couldn’t take it, those comments tipped it over the edge. You ran backstage, despite what security said. You called out for your husband, your panic attack reducing you to the floor.
- “Miss, are you okay?” A backstage worker asked
- You shook your head, trying to catch your breath, but failing. You grasped at the air before you, croaking for Zen again. And thankfully, he spotted you and ran over to you.
- “Oh, mc, hey, hey… are you okay?” Your chest screamed for oxygen but you shook your head. He pulled you towards his chest for a few moments.
- “That’s okay, let it out. You’ve done well to last this long, okay?”
- He lifted you up and took you into the restroom. Zen always kept one of your beta-blockers with him, as well as a bottle of water. He gently pressed a tablet against your lips and opened up the bottle of water. You took a drink and you chest slowly began to loosen.
- He informed the director he had to leave to tend to some personal issues of his own and have his understudy take over, against the director’s and your own wishes. But he insisted. He needed to make you feel happy.
- He drove you home, removed your clothes drenched in sweat and gave you some looser clothes. He pulled back the covers and wrapped his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings until you relaxed and fell asleep in his arms.

  • Jaehee:

- Jaehee knew that you suffered from GAD and panic attacks. You had been for years now and it took a while, but you have come to grips with it for the most part that you were just an anxious person. It took time, but you gradually began to get your life back.
- However, you still had bad days and today was one of those days.
- Maybe it was the heat or because the cafe was packed today. But you couldn’t concentrate and usually that was a sign that a panic attack could overtake you. Everything seemed ‘fuzzy’, as if you were having an outer body experience.
- Jaehee called you over to serve two customers. It took you a few moments to register her request, but you walked over and took the tray to the table.
- Jaehee noted that you looked very pale, as did the customers at the table. You were now shaking and your chest tightened.
- “Are you okay?” They asked.
- You didn’t answer as you ran into the supply room, Jaehee coming in a few minutes later.
- Needless to say, you were a mess. You were hyperventilating, tears leaving tracks down your face, shaking. The familiar feeling of dread lingering in the back of your mind. You needed to get out, you needed to–!
- “Mc.” Jaehee said, kneeling down on the ground before you. She had your sweaty, clammy hands in hers. “Remember, you’re okay.” You began to whimper again and she brought a tissue to wipe your face. “Shh, shh. You’re okay, you’re okay.”
- She placed a glass of water up to your lips, encouraging you to take a drink.
- “Take as long as you need. I hunted everyone out, saying we were taking a break for an hour for lunch or something. You know, maybe that’s what you need. But for now, sit here, compose yourself, and I’ll be out in the kitchen and we can talk then, yeah?”

  • Jumin:

- “Dear, you look unwell, are you okay?”
- You nodded your head, but you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. The tingling sensations spread down your legs and arms. Jumin took a hold of your hand, squeezed it as a way of saying, “It’ll be okay.”
- And he was right. It was proven that a panic attack can, generally, last only ten minutes. But those ten minutes were utterly horrifying and the panic attack could easily come back.
- Currently, Jumin, you and his employees were in a meeting about business related crap, you honestly couldn’t pay attention at this stage. And then, an employee asked you to speak.
- No, no, please, you said to yourself.
- You stood up and slowly walked over towards the whiteboard that had various diagrams on it. You had a sheet of paper in your hands of the points you wanted to make. You then felt the employees’ eyes piercing into your very soul.
- You blinked away the tears, trying to compose yourself. Your chest was so tight and there was a sharp pain there too. The room began to spin. Thankfully, Jumin came to your rescue by saying, “let’s take a ten minute break.”
- You dropped the documents in your hands in a hurry and ran out of the conference room. Jumin came out and he held your hand as he took you to his office. You burst into tears as soon as he shut the doors to his office. He sat you down in his office chair as he kneeled down. Tears dripped down, landing on your pencil skirt. Jumin had his hand in yours and was rubbing circles into your palms.
- “It’s okay. Just follow my breathing. Just concentrate on your breath coming in-” he paused to inhale, “-and out.” And exhaled.
- You shook your head, hyperventilating still. You looked into those familiar eyes of liquid mercury, a comforting glaze in his look. You told him you can’t but he was there to shake away those thoughts.
- “You can, you absolutely can. Keep your eyes on me and focus on your breath,” he cooed, his voice turning to a whisper. “I am not going anywhere. I know you can do it.”
- In, out
- In, out
- You kept your gaze locked on his hypnotic eyes. He was there every step of the way. A warmth filled your heart and he gently pressed his lips to yours.

Saeyoung:

- “I don’t care about your feelings, alright?!”
- “Don’t be nice to me if you don’t know anything..
.”
- “Keep your distance.”
- You had been nothing but kind and patient towards Saeyoung. You tried to be understanding, but he kept pushing you away. You tried to get through to him, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Today he reached his limits, and he snapped at you. And it was much harsher than normal.
- You slid down the edge of the island unit in Rika’s apartment. You buried your head between your hands and shook.
- You felt so stupid. I am such an idiot, he doesn’t like me at all… I just keep annoying him. Oh god, I must have gone overboard this time, you said to yourself.
- But you tried your best to help him; you gave him space, left him food, etc.
- Your chest grew tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe. You gasped in heavy strokes, trying to remain as quiet as possibly so that you wouldn’t disturb Saeyoung. You clamped a hand over your mouth, which echoed with a slap. Saeyoung must have heard it. He ran out and saw you in this state and. His heart split into two pieces.
- Oh god, are they okay?!
- He crouched down, shook them and took a hold of your hands. “Mc, mc… hey, mc! Can you hear me?”
- You responded with choked whimpers and laboured breaths. He sat down beside you, squeezing your hands.
- “You…” you whimpered, “you’re so mean to me… I am trying to understand you, but you’re so cruel to me…”
- I caused this… I caused them to panic like this, he said to himself, bringing you to his chest.
- “I am sorry, I am so sorry, Mc. I am doing this for your own good. I’m dangerous and you can’t get close to–”
- “I don’t care!! I don’t care that you’re dangerous. It makes no difference, because I love you… a-and you keep pushing me away!” you wailed. “But it just fucking hurts!” You choked. Your breathing quickened and the room started to spin and Saeyoung cupped your tear-streaked cheeks.
- Everything she said was a stab to the chest.
- “It’s like you don’t care… but I know you do, I know it!”
- “Deep breaths, Mc. Try to calm yourself before we talk about this…”
- He sat with you, taking deep breaths. There was bomb in this apartment, but this was more important. You were upset and he was partially to blame. As you stopped crying, he rubbed your back. He tried to explain his feelings to you.
- “I am sorry, mc… I am sorry I said those things. But… I do feel the same way. I just don’t want to hurt you… I want to cherish you. But look at what I have done to you… I will not yell at you anymore. All I ask is that you wait for me to deal with this bomb crap and we’ll talk more about this then.”
- You nodded.
- He guided to your bed and suggested to taking a nap. He left a drink of water in your bedside locker and stayed with you until you fell asleep.

Shameless Imagines 3- The future (Lip x reader )

Paring:Lip x reader 

Requested: No, This just came to me

Discription: After a day of babysitting you and lip are laying in bed when the topic of the future comes up and you both talk about what you want, with each other

Warning: just a lot of fluff 

Words:1053

Originally posted by lipgallaghersaysfuckyou


You laid in lips bed, which at this point had kinda felt like yours as well, you had spent so much time here it felt like you lived with him. Which honestly neither of you minded. Lip never wanted to be without you and you didnt want to leave him so it worked out.

You and Lip had spent the day watching Liam, which honestly you loved. Besides the obvious fact that you got to play with toys and watch disney movies lip knows you secretly love but the fact that he was so amazing with Liam and it made you fall for the boy even harder. 

Seeing him with Liam made you think about the future, with him in it. You had grown up wanting a family, with a big house and a loving husband, most importantly raising amazing kids and loving them with everything you had, to be anything and everything but your parents and that was your goal, to be everything to your kids, to be an amazing mom and nothing like your own.

“Hes all tucked in and sleeping. He told me to say thanks for an amazing day with his favourite girl and that I better watch out because he could take you. My 3 year old brother is gonna take my girl” Lip says taking off his shirt and lighting a smoke. A huge smile spreads across your face as you scoot down to the end of the bed, criss cross apple sauce next to your extremely hot boyfriend and take his smoke.

“Today was a pretty great day” You smiled passing the smoke back and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“This is why I love you, other girls would expect dates and flowers and things I cant afford or don’t have time for with everything in my family going on. But not you, you offer to help me. You are more than happy to sit and babysit with me all day, and laying in bed cuddling is so much better than going out” He saig bringing his lips to your forehead.

“I would babysit with you anyday everyday for the rest of my life. I don’t need expensive things that makes you have to work your ass off to afford, I don’t mind helping out your family because I love you and Im not going to let you suffer in doing it all by yourself, we are a team lip” You said. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see a smile on his face. 

When you and lip first started dating you were so fucking scared that it would just be a hook up, that he still had feelings for Karen and that in the end you’d be left heart broken. That was over a year ago and after lip telling you many times “This is so much fucking more to me than sex Y/n, I want this, I want you” and him staying for so long you allowed yourself to open up to him, allowed yourself to love him.

“Hopefully one day we won’t be babysitting, they will be our little ones running around” He said standing up going to change into shorts before coming back to lay down with his babygirl.

“You think about those things? Like the future?” You asked, kinda shocked if you were being honest. You thought about it all the time, you just didn’t think lip did.

“All the time actually. Before you I wasn’t like this, girls didn’t stay over, I sure as hell didn’t tell them I loved them and cuddling wasn’t something we would be doing. But now you staying over is almost an everyday thing and when you aren’t here I don’t sleep. I love you and Ill tell the whole world and I don’t feel complete without you in my arms so, looks like Im a changed man” He laughed at the end causing you to laugh, lip wasn’t the the boy who sat with you and blurted out his feelings, he only did it sometimes which you were okay with but when he did it made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Tell me what you think about” You said placing your head on his chest as his arms were wrapped around you.

“Well, as college is next year Im hoping to make it through and get an amazing job, You living with me of course. Im hoping I impress some rich people and get a really good paying job. Once we save enough money I will buy a huge piece of land and me and your brothers (Milkovich brothers) we will build you the house you’ve always dreamed about, adding as many rooms as we can and filling a few of them with the beautiful babies we make” Lip had described a future you had wanted so bad.

“I want that more than anything.. Seeing the way you are with Liam makes me want that with you so bad one day. I want my children-” You were cut off by lip.

“Our, you said mine but if you even think for a second that we won’t have that future together you are wrong.. You are my end game y/n. You are my first and last love and we will have adorable babies” He said, kissing the top of your head after, you had millions of butterflies and it was so amazing to hear him say those things.

“I want our adorable Gallagher-Milkovich babies to have the life we didn’t. No hitting, no yelling, no sadness and no brokenness, just love. Just us” You told him telling the truth. That right there, was all you ever fucking wanted.

“If someone ever hits my child I will get Svetlana on their ass faster then I can get Mickey on their ass. Our kids will never grow up having the lives we did and you will spend the rest of your life remembering that we aren’t our parents” He told you moving your head to be able to kiss you, he needed too. He needed to feel the love he felt once your lips connected to his.

“We are a team Lip, you and me and one day little ones” 

“We are a family Y?n” He said before you closed your eyes and fell asleep with the biggest smile on your face.

Copy & Paste ~ Park Jimin [Fluff/Smut]

Group: Bangtan Sonyeondan
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Fluff/Smut !TRIGGER WARNING!
Warnings: Overall kitten smut, praise kink, fluffy chimchim!
Word Count: 2.777

“I will make it clear by words and actions so you’ll never forget, butterfly.” 


           Falling in love is one of the most devastating tragedies all of us ever get to experience. It gets to a point where you’re ready to give up everything for this one person. Love is the one thing able to make your heart break. It can be your worst enemy. Wanting him to look at you with so much adoration, seeing his hazelnut eyes light up with passion and dimples appearing while releasing a cute giggle before realizing it and quickly hiding it when he talks about you.
           But that cute desire quickly fades when you realize that he could do so much better. You start so ask yourself why he would chose to spend the rest of his life with you. Why he would chose a sick, anxious girl over a cute, healthy one. Why would he decide to endure to stay inside with you on your anxiety filled days when he could be out and enjoying the sun’s rays?
           What would make him stay with a girl who asks him the same question over and over again because she’s struggling to find the answer within herself? Why would he choose to love her if she can’t even love herself?
           
“Butterfly, are you okay?” the familiar voice of your boyfriend rips you out of your daydream. His voice has a gloom to it that perfectly matches how you feel. You wipe the remaining wetness of your rosy cheek with the sleeve of your sweater and look past the mess that’s your reflection, locking eyes with him through the rose gold mirror.
His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, his eyes glistening with concern. You simply smile back at him, biting down on your lower lip to avoid your feelings from spilling out all at once by the reminder that he’s the person causing you this constant worry.
Jimin notices your lower lip whimpering as a single tear makes it way down your cheek and gets up from his seat on the bed, putting his laptop down before walking over to you.
           He places his hand against the side of your face, tracing the smoothness with his thumb. Your eyes close from the warmth of his hand and his powerful chill fills your body as your eyes slowly open. He wipes away the tear, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his lip.
           “Why do you love me?” you finally break out. You feel your voice trembling and try to control yourself but by his soft touch. You squeeze your eyes shut and take deep breather, feeling herself on the verge of tears.
Jimin doesn’t respond to your question at first but just stares at your reflection, his thumb caressing your cheek gently. He wraps his arms around your body and locks them in front of your tummy, placing a kiss on the back of your head.
           “Describe me what you see in yourself.” He whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You lift up your head to look at your reflection again, feeling your stomach tightening by the view in front of you.
“Well,” you start, your voice cracking, “I see eyes that could be brighter, hair that could be sleeker, a smile that could be straighter, skin that could be smoother, fingers that could be thinner, legs that could be longer…” He stops you midsentence.
           “You want to know what I see? I see eyes that gleam with happiness, hair with hints of honey, a smile that brightens cloudy days, skin that is slightly sprinkled with freckles, arms that are strong enough to comfort many, fingers that play beautiful music on the piano that also fit perfectly with mine, legs that are the perfect length so that your head rests on my chest when I hug you.” You start to blush but he continues, “If you could see yourself through my eyes, maybe you’d realize how beautiful you truly are.”
Your gaze meets his in the mirror as you try to sort your words, your heart beating rapidly fast by feeling his body against yours, feeling the warmth spread in your chest.
           “Why would you stay with me if you could do so much better, Jimin?”
His hand slams down on your shoulder from behind and turns you around to face him. He groans out in frustration, completely perplexed by your question.
“Because I’m crazy about you Y/N,” he answers, almost yelling at you, “When I’m close to you I feel at home, when I go away I feel like my heart is breaking. I worry when you’re sick, I get happy when you are, I need you whenever life is taking a crazy turn to keep me grounded. I don’t care if there are prettier girls than you. You’re the one I copied and pasted my heart on, the only girl in my vision and if I decide to stick around you for eternity, I will.” His voice drops to a whisper, his voice a full shade paler now as he smiles at you.
           “Until there was you, I wandered aimlessly. For a long time, like a little child, I cried in anticipation of you.”  
Something inside of you softens by his truthful words, making you able to hear the truth in his tone.  You bury your face against his chest, breathing him in, forgetting time and place and circumstance and just hold him. Jimin kisses the top of your head and rubs his hand on your back before taking a step backwards and placing his hands on each side of your face, cupping it as he locks eyes with you.
           “I will make it clear by words and actions so you’ll never forget, butterfly.” he whispers before placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you into him, his soft lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.
           You melt into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and sighing as he deepens the kiss. There is a mix of despair and wonder in the sound. You finally give in, pressing your body against his, your lips parting. You welcome the feeling of his fingers slipping underneath your white t-shirt and circling small, soothing patterns along your spiral. The feelings sends shivers down your spine and you moan into the kiss, informing Jimin of your desire of being loved.

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Auston Matthews #1

PART 2

I really liked this! Lowkey was about to write a kinda angsty and sad Auston prompt but decided it would be better to start off in a good place haha. SEND ME REQUESTS DUDES!!! (maybe a part 2 to this bad boy ;) maybe huh) I’d love it :)

Word Count: 1,467

Originally posted by willynylanders

Your friendship with Mitchell Marner has gone on for years now. Like it’s been so long that you can’t remember your first memory with him. But it probably included him being some skinny dorky kid talking about hockey - or YuGiOh cards. Which, as much as you hate to admit it, it what blossomed your life long friendship. So when his hockey career lifted off to the extent that it did, you weren’t about to be left in the dust with your matching Maple Leafs jersey. 

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You Like That Don’t You, Love?

Request: “Can you please do a Newt Scamander smut where either you catch him masturbating or he catches you and its kind of goofy sex. Also can the reader be his assistant who’s a thunderbird? If you can”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 2514

Warnings: SmUT! Like the most detailed smut I have ever written in my LIFE.

A/n: CHOKING !! THAT IS ALL.

Originally posted by relationshipaims


You and Newt leaned against a wall as you both stood eating a quick lunch, observing all the bustling creatures as you took your well-deserved break. You both had your vision trained on a small black thing, that was currently looking into its pouch with pride.

“How much do you want to bet that my lost necklace is in there?” You asked your companion, taking a bite from your sandwich.

“I don’t want to bet because I know it’s in there. We’ll get it back when he’s asleep.” Newt replied simply.

He looked to his side, lapping up your beauty with his eyes. He only now became aware of the way your arm was slightly grazing his whenever you’d bring your food up to your mouth, sending a pulse that would awaken the butterflies in his stomach. You turned your head, catching him in his stare, and he quickly looked back to the Niffler, a pink hue painted across his face.

“Look, think the bloody little rascal forgot something.” Newt pointed with a wide smile as the both of you had been idly watching the Niffler go about its business.

The creature was scurrying back to its treasure pile, unaware that it was dropping some valuable items from its pouch as it speedily ran into its burrow.

“Looks like break time is over.” You sighed, chucking the rest of your sandwich into your mouth. “I’ll help our little friend out, you go get the feed organised.”

Newt chuckled at your muffled sentence, watching you give him a chubby-cheeked grin and then swallowed your food, heading over to the trail of coins and jewels. He walked over to the side of his shed, where there were dozens of labelled boxes containing bags of feed for all the different species.

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Over the phone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1543

Warnings: Well, masturbation and phone sex

A/N: This is my entry for @bucky-plums-barnes​ ‘100 Banging Kinks for Bucky’s 100th Birthday’ (Number 30. Phone Sex)
I post this a little late, but Gen is an angel for still letting me be a part of it

Is this proof read? Hhahah no

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// I wish this could be longer but I have so much to do! I had to cut it short rip :’) I still always love writing for Saeran though he’s such a babe why can’t he be real


- Tries his best to look nice, he has a cute little black tux that looks so good on him– But he hates it, it’s so uncomfortable! His brother insists MC will love it, and to trust him.

- Doesn’t really understand why everything is so important since it’s just a day today.. But he knows it means a lot to you, so he tries his best to make it enjoyable. Finds literally everyone else in the world cringy and annoying. Everyone’s acting as if the world is their own personal porno– he’s so fed up with seeing people making out everywhere. Plus there’s candy of Saeyoung’s all over in the house that he cant even eat much of or he’ll get sick damnit it’s so tempting

- Preferably he would want to have a picnic and watch the sunset with you on the day. He doesn’t like to be in crowded places like a restaurant or theatre. He cant focus on you with all the noise around– He has a lot of sensory overload. Somewhere quiet with just to two of you is good for him.

- He’s taken back by how beautiful you look. You didn’t have to go all out for him.. But he does feel special. He got you a white rose and baby’s breath in a cute little glass vase as a gift. Blushes madly while giving it to you, he feels like it’s the first date all over again. Though he cant even remember you two having a proper first date.. There was a first for everything, he supposed.

- It’s a nice date, he sets up the blanket and snacks while letting you go on about things you’ve been thinking about; all while he’s silently listening. He likes to hear you mindlessly talk about stuff.

- He gives you a kiss as the sun starts to set, its intimate and very gentle. As if you were made of glass. That’s odd for Saeran, he’s not usually so soft like this. So it just makes you cherish it even more.

- It gets colder as the sun fades away, he notices this and offers his jacket to you for warmth. Puts an arm around your shoulder and let’s you snuggle into him. He doesn’t think he’s that much fun to cuddle with, but he is.

- He talks every once in awhile, even though he prefers you to be the one doing the chatting. Talks about the future, maybe some of his fears or whats been on his mind. You comfort him if he starts to get a little riled up while talking on.

- It gets late, so he recommends going back home. He helps you pick up all the supplies and puts them back in the car but he’s very touchy– his hands find their way to your waist more often than he’d care to admit while putting everything away. For some reason everything he did was much slower and gentler tonight. He had a lot of patience, it was odd but nice to see.

- The car ride is nicely quiet, the radio playing romantic music softly in the background. He places a warm hand on your inner thigh and mindlessly traces circles with his thumb; while the spare is on the steering wheel. It wasn’t placed high enough to be inappropriate– but it still gave you butterflies.

“ Hey– MC? ”
He mutters, breaking the silence. You turn your head to look towards him, the moonlight shining on his face combined with the tux made him look like something straight out of one of Saeyoung’s spy movies.

“ Hm? ”
You return, warmly hugging yourself around the jacket he’d given you earlier; due to the cold weather.

“ I really love you. ”
He stated confidently, a slight smile on the corner of his lips as his eyes glance over towards you for a split second. Your face goes warm at his words, you smile towards him as well.

“ I love you too, Saeran. ”
You grip his forearm softly, leaning towards him to rest your head on the side of his shoulder. He smiled widely now, finally getting why people seem to find this day so enjoyable.

A Misunderstanding

Pairing: You x Jimin

Summary: Your best friend Yoongi finally got you to expose your crush on Jimin and now he’s determined to play matchmaker but you aren’t having any of it - not until Jimin starts believing you hate him.

Genre: ANGST 

Word Count: 2336

Authors Note: so it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything because of school and work but I’m back now! Hooray! Also, feel free to send in requests!

Originally posted by gotjhope


[text message received at 6:43pm from Min Yoongi] “come over”

[text message sent at 6:45pm from you] “no”

[text message received at 6:45pm from Min Yoongi] “jimin is here”

[text message sent at 6:46pm from you] “That is exactly why I’m not coming”

Instead of a the buzz of a text message notification, the ring of a phone call played through your phone. You looked at who was calling and wasn’t surprised to see Yoongi’s name. You sighed and reluctantly answered, “I’m not coming over, Yoongi.”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. You want to.” Yoongi demanded. “No. Ever since I let my crush on him slip you won’t stop insisting I come over.” He had done this regularly for the past few weeks and it was beginning to become tiring. “Stop trying to get us together.” You added, peeking around the corner to see if your roommate Sunyoung was anywhere near. She fed off gossip and if she overheard she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut about it. “I knew you had a crush on him forever. You only confirmed it.” He insisted and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie, Yoongi. No you didn’t.” How could he? It wasn’t like you were obvious or anything.

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Originally posted by gotham-daily

A/N: Okay, this is has is on the angst side. This actually hurts my heart.

Warnings: breaking up, depression, slight obsession

This would be the first time you would be seeing Jerome ever since he got sent back to Arkham. You hadn’t seen or contacted him at all since that night, which would make about a little over two weeks, close to a month. You felt guilty for not coming to see him, but you fell into a very deep depression. It got to the point where you couldn’t even find the will to get out of bed in the morning. So many things were happening all at once and you just could not handle all the stress and pressure. With everything that was happening with Jerome and the GCPD, you knew that it would end badly, but you just kept it to the back of your mind.

You remembered the night J came back vividly because it was such an event. You remember being in a state of shock and the next thing you knew, you both were fucking like a pair of rabbits. Maybe it was just the after sex talk but you just felt like you were the biggest idiot on Earth when you believed he said he would change.

“You gotta stop doing this, J..”

“I’ll stop for you, I promise, doll.

"No, I’m serious this time. You have to change or there can’t be an us.

Walking down the halls of Arkham brought back many memories of when before Jerome died and you would visit him frequently, everyday actually. The feeling wasn’t bad but it certainly wasn’t a walk in the park. Life with Jerome was never easy, you’ve been through the days when he was dealing with his mom to this very day. It’s funny what love can make you do.

"Right in here, miss.” The guard directed you into the visitation room. You silently thanked the guard and walked into the visitation room, your stomach was filled with tons of butterflies when you laid your eyes on Jerome. His head was wondering around and he was tapping his hands on the grey table. The sound of your heels hitting the ground caught his attention making him turn his attention towards you.

A slight smile appeared on your lips dispute of how you felt inside, you missed him. His eyes watched you intently as you pulled out your chair and sat down. Jerome leaned back in his chair and stared at you. He looked better now that his face was sewn back on properly instead of his stapling.

“Where have you been?” Jerome’s voice didn’t sound friendly at all. It actually kind of scared you.

“Jerome… I’ve been going through some things and I just needed time to think..”

Jerome’s fists slammed the table making you jump and your hand instinctively went to your belly.

“Some time to think? You can think anywhere, princess. What the hell?"His voice sounded agitated.

"Jerome, I’m pregnant. And I’m afraid that I can’t see you anymore.” Your words came out quickly like word vomit.

Jerome froze and after a while he furrowed his eyebrows, shook his head and chuckled to himself.

“You’re pregnant? And you’re breaking up with me?” Jerome bursted out in laughter. “Okay, be serious.” He wiped the tears that formed at his eyes from laughing. A few months ago his laugh made you the happiest girl on the plant, but now you just wanted to be far away from it. He was never going to change.

“I’m glad you think this is funny. I’m leaving Jerome. This was fun while it lasted but I need to move on, it obvious that you’re never going to change. You fucking promised me! And now look where you are! I love you but I can’t keep doing this! You’re a murder and a psychopath… goodbye, J.” You slowly got up from your seat and walked toward the exit with tears running down your cheeks, not even looking back.

Jerome sat there dumbfounded. He was the only thing he had and now you were walking out of his life.