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Love Is Not Over

WORD COUNT: 3252

SUMMARY: You are Yoongi’s psychiatrist that helps him through his dark days, but what happens when your days become dark as well?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

chapter one

December 1, 2012

You laid in bed, with your eyes wide open, waiting for your alarm to go off. It was supposed to ring in only five more minutes, but you couldn’t wait that long, so you sprang out of bed and ran to the kitchen to get some coffee. Today was the first day of your career as a psychiatrist. You worked so hard to get to this day, and it had finally arrived. You got ready in less than twenty minutes, and rushed out of the door.

When you reached the building, you realized that the lights were still off and your car was the only one in the parking lot. You sighed, turned the volume of the radio in your car up, and anxiously tapped on your steering wheel, nervous for what the day might entail.

After what seemed like hours, you spotted your new boss’s car approaching the building. You hopped out of your car and waited at the door.

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Got7: "I love you's whispered in the dark"

Jaebum: in the back of the car, where you decided to end your date early because you were late to your reservation anyway. After walking with no clear destination in mind, you both got tired and he tugged you back to your car. Neither of you felt like going home, and the moment felt so special with you staring at him like he was the only person who’s ever existed. He’d lightly stroke your cheeks in the darkness of the car, neither of you saying a word. Playing soft music on his phone, he pulls you tighter into his chest and sighs contently. “I love you, y/n.”

Mark: spending the whole day on the beach, neither of you wanting to leave and go back to your shared place. As the moon glimmers above you and the waves tickling at your feet, you’ve never felt happier. Mark laid out a blanket and lays you down on his chest, enjoying the peacefulness of the quiet beach at night. He’s never brought someone to this private part of the beach and this is really special for him. “You must be really special for me to bring you here. I must love you or something…” He can smell the salt in your hair as the wind brushes by, and inhales deeply, glad that you can’t see the blush creeping up on his cheeks in this late hour.

Jackson: you didn’t expect the night to turn out like this, as you cuddled deeper and deeper into Jackson’s side, avoiding looking at the screen. He thought it would be a great idea to invite the other guys over and have a horror movie marathon. While the rest of them laughed and gagged at the movie, you held Jackson’s hand tightly. He would just smirk and kiss your forehead every now and then, unable to understand why you’d be afraid of something so silly. “Jagiyaa, I promise you that nothing will happen to you.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your neck and brushes your hair aside. “You know I love you and would never let anything happen, right? I’m right here.”

Jinyoung: running his fingertips up and down your arm, Jinyoung sighed peacefully. It was the night before he was supposed to be leaving for promotions for their new album. After spending the whole day with you, it still wasn’t enough. You’d remind him that he needed sleep as he was going to wake up really early the next morning. But he wouldn’t budge, and only pull you closer to him. “I’m going to miss you so much. I love you, y/n, and I don’t want you staring at any other guys while I’m away, alright?” He poked your sides and chuckled, but you could tell he was sad to be leaving you for a while.

Youngjae: “y/n…. please don’t leave.” This was the first time you had a full blown flight with your boyfriend, and things were quickly escalating. Both of you would shout insults at each other and you’d had enough, and stood up to leave. “Look, it’s really late and I’m not letting you drive when you’re this angry. Please don’t leave, I’m sorry. I love you.” He begged, his voice barely a whisper. This was the first time you had heard him say it, and it struck a cord in your heart. He really didn’t mean any harm by saying those things, he just never wants you to leave and be upset with him.

Bambam: you couldn’t belive your boyfriend. Even after telling him a million times that you were afraid of the dark, he still managed to convince you to go to a haunted house and scare the living hell out of you. He’d let out a loud chuckle whenever you jump and get scared, but quickly makes it up to you and does some aegyo. “Awww baby, I’m sorry. You’re just too cute to handle. You still love me?” After ignoring his attempts, he still drags you to a fast food restaurant and buys you whatever will make you happy. “Well, that’s okay because I love you, even if you’re going to ignore me until you finish that shake and fries.”

Yugyeom: the boys had just come back after being away for weeks, and you couldn’t be happier to see your goofy boyfriend, with that goofy smile plastered on his face standing in your doorway. Despite being half asleep, you returned his hugs and kisses with a passion and he was so giddy just to have you back in his arms. You two cuddled in your sofa as he shared stories of the places they visited, but you could barely keep your eyes open. He smiled sheepishly, but not wanting to wake you up again, he softly kisses your forehead and drifts off to sleep himself. Not before whispering a quiet, “I love you, y/n. Sweet dreams.”

Originally posted by marksonislovely

Here have some markson to fend off the antis 

Watercolors

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: Kyungsoo/Reader 

Genre: Angst

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” 

The wooden panels creak softly as you step inside the silent studio. The white walls give the room a heavenly glow, but it’s nothing compared to the radiance of the scattered canvases. Along every side of the room, line various paintings. Some unfinished, and some only with a single stroke of medium. You love every single one of them. 

The floors are speckled with year-old stains from oil paints, charcoal, and cold coffee. You wonder how the walls still lay untouched. 

A lone easel sits in the center of the room, its legs buried by crumbled paper, paint tubes, and broken brushes. You walk over and sit on the wooden stool next to the stand. Your eyes are drawn to his latest work. You admire the vibrant colors and wonder how he does it. It’s just a base layer of blues and whites, but a strange warmth envelopes your heart. 

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“Now darlin’, before we go in there I gotta explain a few things.” Leonard was kneeling in front of his daughter, preparing her to meet his two dearest friends. Not that he was about to say that out loud. To anyone. Ever.

The San Francisco streets were bustling with activity on the busy Friday afternoon. The Enterprise was docked for its annual repairs for the following week, freeing up the officers for a good long shore leave. It had taken every trick in the book to persuade Jocelyn to put Joanna on a plane and spend the vacation with her father. Fortunately, Jim had gotten a place in the city a while back, so they had a place to stay. And it was in front of that very apartment that Leonard and Joanna were having this conference.

“The blonde one is an idiot. He acts smart, but don’t be fooled. If he could, he’d feed you cookies for breakfast and cake for dinner. He’ll make a great playmate for you, but he’s a piss poor excuse for an adult. Between you and him, you’re the mature one. You remember that. Out there he’s in charge, but while we’re here you still follow daddy’s rules, you got that?” When Joanna giggles it melts Leonard’s heart into a molten pool of endless affection. She nods and holds out a pinky in a silent promise. “That’s good. That’s my good girl.” He can’t help but pause to brush her long brunette hair back over her ears.

“Now the tall sickly lookin’ one, his ears are not for pullin’ on, so you keep those pretty little hands to yourself. I know you’re not used to seein’ all of these different kinds of aliens back home, but he’s not that different from us. He takes everything literally so he might not understand what you mean sometimes, and that’s okay. Chances are he’ll question every move you make, but he’s a very logical kind of guy so you’ll just have to let him. Oh, one more thing. He doesn’t like to be touched so you make sure you steer clear of his hands. You got all that, Firefly?” Leonard beams with pride when his little girl nods.

“Yes daddy, I got it. I ain’t a baby nomore, I can play nice with the big boys.” How she can look sweet and positively mischievous at the same time is beyond Leonard. Must have gotten that from Jocelyn.  

Leonard knocks on the door as he shuffles the duffel bags on his shoulder to a more comfortable position. Jim answers it and he is radiating excitement and warmth. He sinks down to his knees to address Joanna face to face. “Hey there Jojo! Come on in, kiddo. Your daddy has been telling us all about you. We were so eager to meet you.”

The small girl sidles past Jim and ambles into the middle of the living room. “Couple things,” she starts, and Leonard knows the poor guy is about to get reamed by a six year old. “I ain’t no kid. I’m a big girl! I’ll have you know I’m in the first grade! And only my parents can call me Jojo. You call me Joanna.”

“I see the resemblance,” Spock comments from his spot on the couch. He’s grinning with his eyes, loving the way the tiny human just put the high and mighty fully grown Starship captain in his place. “Quite the first impression, Jim.”

Leonard is outright cackling in the doorway. Whatever words he’s trying to get out dies on his lips with the force of his laughter.

Joanna sets her sights on Spock and walks over to him with her small hands clasped behind her back and wonder in her eyes. She has never seen a Vulcan before. “I like your ears. Oh my gosh, are you a fairy?!“ The girl bounces on the balls of her feet, her tiny body barely able to contain her excitement. 

Spock raises a curious brow and considers the comparison. “I suppose my race does bear a striking resemblance to your mythical Terran creatures. However, your assumption is incorrect. I am a Vulcan.” Leonard isn’t sure what surprises him more; that Spock agreed to the assessment or that his daughter has taken an immediate liking to the guy that makes his blood boil. Jim must be having a similar inner monologue because he’s downright gaping at the pair.

Joanna’s smile lights up the room. She hauls herself right up onto Spock’s lap and he looks like he’s about ready to piss himself at the contact. Leonard breaks into another fit of laughter. “Don’t look so petrified, Hobgoblin.”

“Yeah, daddy already said I’m not s’posed to touch. I’ll be good,” she promises, folding her hands in her lap as a sign of good will. Spock relaxes slightly and tries to ignore the way Jim is glaring at him for stealing his thunder. “Uncle Spock, will you tell me a story about your planet? What are Vulcans like? Do you know any real life fairies?”  

“Very well. I suppose I—“

Jim interjects before Spock can even get started. “Hey Joanna, I picked up some local sweets for you to try. I thought you might like some goodies after the long shuttle over here. You’ve got to try the donuts here! What do you say to sharing some with me?” Leonard is welling up with pride and love for his little girl as she frowns, looking just like him.

“No thank you. Sweets rot your teeth and daddy says I need to take care of my pretty smile.” Jim drops his shoulders and huffs in defeat. Joanna turns away from him and looks up at Spock with interest, encouraging him to continue. He starts off on a long winded explanation of arbitrary things like his pet sehlat, Vulcan schooling, and his mother’s cooking.

Leonard edges up to Jim’s side and slaps a hand on his shoulder, making him frown impossibly harder. “You tried, Jimboy. Who’d’ve guessed she’d like Spock more than you? I don’t much understand it either.“ He sighs mournfully and shakes his head.  "Why don’t you make yourself useful and come help me unpack this stuff? Unless you’d rather sit here and listen to the hobgoblin drone on.”

Jim concedes and grabs the bags, carrying them down the guest room at the end of the hallway. They take their time unpacking their clothes and belongings. When the pair return to the living room, Joanna is resting heavily on Spock’s chest. The soothing sound of his voice lulled her right to sleep.

Spock is looking down at her with an expression akin to affection. When Leonard makes a move to pick her up, Spock stops him. “It is quite all right. She has an affinity for my higher body temperature. I assure you, she is rather comfortable. There is a high probability that she will wake if moved.” Leonard finds he can’t argue with that logic. And they do make a rather cute pair. 

The child looks so small on Spock’s lap, set against broad shoulders and muscle. She shifts slightly and curls up comfortably against Spock’s stomach. Leonard almost can’t believe his own eyes when he watches Spock drop a hand to sift through her long hair. The proud dad smiles fondly. 

And while this heartwarming bonding moment unfolds, Jim is watching them from the hallway, slowly being consumed by jealousy.  

To Rediscover

|To Fall| |To Be Afraid| |To Find| |To Be In| |To Yearn|

Member: Namjoon 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 2.6k 

Summary: Love. It’s a strange thing. It can either make you the happiest person in the world or the most miserable. You don’t know when it comes or when it goes. Sometimes it’s not returned and sometimes it is. We don’t know how to deal with it, but we still yearn for it.

A/N: writing for Namjoon always gives me these feels that I never knew I had. Enjoy Xx 

Originally posted by dannismith

“Namjoon-sshi, what is love to you?” The camera pans from the interviewer back onto Namjooon.

Love. What a foreign concept.

“Love you say?” He pauses for a moment. “That’s a very good question. It’s funny because with all my years of training and finally becoming the artist that I can be proud of, not once have I thought that I would stumble across this question.” Staring blankly at the screen, you notice how puzzled he looks.

The subtle crease between his eyebrows, the small scratches to his chin, and switching position of his crossed legs. All very mediocre actions, yet very distinct to Namjoon himself. Actions that seem almost second nature to you.

Love. In your eyes, love is something unreachable. Something so close, yet it seems to fade away the moment your hand is able to feel it’s ghostly presence.

“I think love is like rainstorm. Some may find the rain beautiful and peaceful while others find it a nuisance, yet in the end, a rainstorm can bring upon beautiful sights. A rainbow, the fresh smell of the damp earth, the chirp of birds, and strips of the sun teasing the sky. Love is exactly like that. It’s a rough journey, but in the end, we know it’s worth the wait.”

Then where were you all this time?

His words resonate in your mind. Love is like a rainstorm. Violent yet beautiful. Such words couldn’t have been phrased more beautifully, as expected of Kim Namjoon, yet they hold such a heavy weight. These words which he couldn’t stay true to years ago.

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InuKag Day 5~AU

828 words of The Forest God’s Bride, a cliche WIP I’ll never finish in which everyone lives in the feudal era, Kikyo, Kagome and Kade are sisters, Kagome gets sacrificed to the Forest God (guess who), Inuparents live and some stuff happens.

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“You aren’t going to eat me?”

The forest God let out the loudest exasperated sigh he was capable of, whipping his head around and baring his teeth at the girl.

“For the last fucking time. I am not going to have you for dinner or a goddamn bride, but I’m not against putting a gag on you so you’ll just shut up.”

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The Other Allen - Winn Schott Drabble

Originally posted by supercanaries

Request: (By @smurryheartbeatz) Could you write a Drabble where reader is Barry allens sister but she fell in love with Winn and moved to the other earth to be with him, and she’s homesick?

Words: 935

A/N: Ok, so this got a wee bit angsty, but not too bad. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Your boyfriend came and sat next to you on the couch.

You had been staring out of your apartment window all morning as you let the mug of coffee in your hands grow cold.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m sorry.” You sighed. “I guess my mind’s somewhere else today.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Winn draped his arm around your shoulders.

You put your mug on the coffee table and leaned back into his embrace. His arms tighten around you as you tucked your feet up under yourself and rested your head on his shoulder. The sound of the rain against the window lulled you into a nostalgic state.

“I was just thinking about this one time after Joe took us in, we were playing in the park and it just opened up and started pouring down rain. So, he yells for us to come back to the car before we get soaked, but he went from having one kid to three pretty much overnight and he just doesn’t have a handle on it yet.” You chuckled, “Now Iris and Barry are good kids, so they come when they’re told, but me, being a rambunctious six-year-old, I’m not done playing yet. So, cut to a Benny Hill style montage of Joe chasing me around the park, slipping in the mud, while Barry and Iris are watching from the car and making bets on who will outlast the other. It must’ve looked ridiculous, because when he finally dragged me back to the car, Barry was the happiest I’d seen him since what happened with our parents.”

“So, what you’re telling me is that you were always this much of a handful, huh?” He gave your arm a squeeze as he laughed.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You smiled up at him.

You sighed heavily, causing him to instinctively begin playing with your hair, which began to soothe you.

“It all seems like so long ago. When did our lives become so chaotic?” You pondered.

“I would say probably when we started hanging out with superheroes.” He chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, probably.” You laughed similarly. 

Despite his calming touch, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness washing over you. Perhaps it was the cold and the gloomy sky the rain brought with it.

“I honestly don’t know how Barry does it all.” You shook your head. “He went years with people not believing him about Thawne, and then he gets these powers and has to save the city constantly, and then Zoom…”

You felt a lump in your throat that you tried to swallow. “God, he had to watch as that monster shoved his hand through our father’s heart. He had to watch both our parents die…”

“I couldn’t possibly begin to imagine what that must have been like.” Winn was apologetic and somber. “But he’s strong and I think a majority of that strength comes from others. I think most of it comes from you.”

“Yeah? Some pillar of strength I turned out to be?” You muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just… sometimes I feel like I abandoned him.” You could sense Winn wanting to protest, but he waited for you to finish. “He’s always facing off against some bad guy and the moment he’s finally happy and things are quiet, when we can finally spend some quality family time together, I leave. I just up and leave for some parallel universe. Don’t get me wrong, I love you and I love being here, but I feel like I turned my back on my family to do so.”

“That’s bull and you know it. Nobody forced you to come here and more importantly, nobody forced you to stay there. Your family knew the risks and the rewards. They knew what would make you happy and they let you go. They love you and would do anything for you,” his slightly agitated tone softened to a more loving one, “including letting you run off to a parallel dimension with some nerdy computer programmer.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, who could blame them? He is pretty hot.”

“He thinks you’re pretty hot, too.” He playfully rolled his eyes.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“So then, why don’t you call Barry using that, uh, inter-dimensional extrapolator that Cisco made you?”

“The communication function is busted.”

“Oh, well let me take a look at it and see what I can do.” He offered. “In the meantime, you can still use it to make a breach and go visit him.”

“I don’t know. He’s probably really busy fighting some new big bad. I swear, there’s always someone.” You rolled your eyes. “Besides, I’ll probably just get in the way. Or get myself captured because I don’t know what I’m walking into.”

Or, hear me out here, you could spend a nice weekend with your brother.” He waved a hand. “If I’ve learned anything from working with Kara, it’s that there is never going to truly be a quiet time. There is always going to be some bad guy to fight or some kitten to save. There’s never going to be some ideal time to live your life. You have to live it in the here and now. You have to make your own happy moments, not wait for them to magically appear. So go, visit your brother. And if it’s a bad time, make the best of it.”

“Did I ever tell you that you’re the smartest man I know?” You smirked. “And I know a lot of smart men.”

Bad Time?

      Today could possibly be the worst day of your life. The most stressful day of your life. The most upsetting day of your life. The most annoying day of your life. The most demanding day of your life. When you add all those days together, they describe your life right now. Stressful, upsetting, annoying, and demanding. 

      Flopping on the worn couch in your apartment, you rip off the coffee shop apron from around your waist, tossing it to the floor. You had gotten fired today. It’s not like you enjoyed working at the coffee shop, but you wanted to make your own income instead of using all of your idol boyfriend’s money and having a small job was the only way to do that. Taehyung always insisted that you don’t need to work, but you’ve always worked regardless of what he’s said. 

      Taehyung always insists that he wants to take care of you and that he can provide for you and him on his own, but you don’t want him to have to do that by himself. Sometimes when you ask to borrow money from him, your stomach stirs because the thought of being selfish makes you sick. 

       Now you wonder what you’re going to do. You’ve had this coffee shop gig for almost over a year and it’s been great! Well, the actual working part sucked but the pay made it worth it. Since you’d been working there so long, raise after raise came and soon you were making fairly decent money. Still it was nothing compared to your boyfriend’s income.   

      The reason you were fired seems dumb to you. Your day started out great! You woke up well rested from a good night’s sleep. While eating your breakfast, you skyped Taehyung, something you guys always do when he’s off on tour. Your heart ached when he popped up on the screen with his cheerful smile. Seeing him only through the phone has made you miss him so much. You thought being by yourself would be easy and you never realized how hard it could be. 

      Since Taehyung never has an extensive time to talk and due to the different time zones, the conversations are rushed and sometimes interrupted by his other members. Even though the short talks sort of upset you, you’re very understanding about his time consuming career and you try to not let it show how much it affects you. You wouldn’t want Taehyung to worry while he was off performing for his many fans.   

       You don’t know how you’re going to manage to get a new job. It’s tough enough because you’re still in college, so the business has to be very flexible with your studying schedule. Running a frustrated hand through your tangled hair, you turn on the television, anything to keep your mind off your current situation. 

      You’re digging through your freezer for a tub of ice cream when someone knocks on your apartment door. “Ugh! What do you people want from me?” You complain, dragging your feet to the door. If it’s the same sale person that shows up at your door every week, you’re going to be pissed. Not bothering to look through the peep hole, you turn the door knob and roughly swing the door wide. 

      “What do you want? I have told you to stop coming to my apartment.” You state, rolling your eyes in the back of your head. “So…does that mean you want me to leave?” A deep voice asks, scaring the living daylights out of you since you hadn’t bothered to even shoot a glance at the person. Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the door, a bouquet of pink roses in his hands. A suitcase is left near his feet. He’s back. He didn’t tell me he was coming back yet. It was suppose to be a couple more months.  

      The tears leaving your eyes are automatic. Your hands shield your face from your boyfriend, who’s looking at you in concern. Between your fingers, you watch him pick up his bag. He places a hand around your waist and maneuvers you back in your apartment. You’d probably startled him considering you’ve never shown him this much emotion before. 

      Taehyung sits you down on the couch, placing the beautiful flowers on your lap. His soft fingers peel your hands from your cheeks, revealing your red rimmed eyes and trembling lips. Not even bothering to hold yourself back anymore, you throw your arms around Taehung’s necks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands soothingly rubs up and down your back while you sob into his shoulder. 

      “Was this a bad time to surprise my lovely girlfriend?” Taehung asks, brushing his hand through your tangled hair. Shaking your head, you pull away from his arms, wiping the tears under your eyes with the heels of your hands. Taehung licks the tip of his tongue before scrubbing the smeared mascara from your cheeks. “No, no, no! I’m so happy you’re here! These are happy tears! I’ve missed you so much!” You exclaim, more tears flowing from your eyes. 

      Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together in uncertainty. “Those tears seem to be of sadness too. What’s wrong? When we chatted last night, you seemed perfectly fine. Am I asking too many questions? I’m just worried.” “Tae, you must be starving. It’s almost dinner time and you’ve been on a plane for hours at a time.” You state, moving the flowers beside you and pushing yourself off the couch. 

        Fingers clamp onto your sleeve, stopping you from leaving. “Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong? I hate to push you to talk, but I want to understand why my usual cheerful and positive girlfriend is upset. I want to help.” Taehyung holds both of your hands in his, gazing directly into your eyes. You feel as if he’s communicating with you through those beautiful coronas of his. 

      Returning to my seat, you remove my hands from Taehyung’s, intertwining them and placing them on top of your lap. “I lost my job today.” You sigh heavily, staring at your knuckles that are growing pale. Taehyung lets go of a breath he must have been holding, chuckling a bit while he slaps his own knee. “Y/N! You scared me! I thought it was something important. You know-” Shaking your head, you hold up your hand stopping his next words that you’re used to hearing over and over. “Taehyung. You know this job was important to me. I want to work and I’ve told you this time and time over again. I want to have a job and be able to support myself.” 

      Cupping the side of your face with his hand, Taehyung stares deeply into your eyes once again. “Y/N. I do know, okay? I know working is something you want to do, but I always want to provide other options for you. You could easily not have a job and focus on succeeding in your college classes, I can take care of us. I’m not going to force you to do anything, but I want to provide for us myself. I want to feel like I’m the one who protects you and takes care of you. Yes, I know you love your independence, but keeping you well and happy is my job as your boyfriend and maybe soon, something else.” 

      “Something else?” You ask curiously. Your eyes widen two times their regular size. A little smirk on his face, Taehyung slides off the couch, brushing his large hands on his jeans. “I was going to wait to do this when I took you to dinner at this fancy restaurant, but I feel like now is a good time.” Taehyung staggers down on one knee, pulling a small box from his back pocket. “Is now a bad time to pop the question?”  

-Admin Minnie 

Masterlist

Originally posted by suga-com

December birthday (part two)

Originally posted by imsteelgirl

“How long are you giving me the silent treatment for then?” Harry sighed mid-story. When I had woken up on the sofa (with a pain in my neck and cold toes from being too tall for the seat), I could hear Harry rattling around in the kitchen as he hummed along to the song playing on the radio.

After finding the energy to lift my head from the cushion, I shuffled in to get a glass of water and some paracetamol and ignored his ‘good morning’ greeting, deciding instead to sit myself down at the table and busy myself with replying to Poppy’s messages.

“’m not giving you the silent treatment.” I eyed him. “I just have nothing to say to you.”

“Love,” He sighed, setting down the dishcloth he had in his hand and moving to pull out the chair opposite me on the table. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“You don’t.”

“You know I didn’t do it purpose, I have your present wrapped up n’ everything.” He continued. “jus’ got the dates mixed up.”

“I don’t want any presents, Harry.” I snapped, finally looking up at him. “All I wanted was to have you for one day. You couldn’t even fit me into your busy schedule for one day.”

“Hey, c’mon now, it’s not like that!” He protested gently, brows furrowing at the thought.

“Yes it is! That’s exactly how it is!” My voice had raised now out of frustration but I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “This isn’t just about my birthday, you haven’t been with me for weeks now.” I shook my head and looked down at my fingers as a means of distraction. “There’s always something more important- whether it’s a meal out or a quiet night in and now even my birthday, I just don’t feel like I-“ I took a deep, shuddering breath as I found a way to word my next sentence.

“Like you what?”

“I don’t feel like I mean as much to you as you do to me.” His face fell when I said it and it broke my heart to see him look so sad, but it was the truth. “And that’s ok, I can’t force you to- just don’t keep leading me on.”

With that said, I quickly stood up from the table, placed my glass in the sink and made my way upstairs for a shower. Harry didn’t move or make an attempt to respond to me- which I was glad for, because I wasn’t sure I had much more to say to him.

Once I was showered and dressed, I grabbed my coat and keys and made my way downstairs. The radio was no longer on and Harry wasn’t humming to himself as he normally would but I knew he was still here because I could hear the light clatter of the cutlery against his plate as he ate silently and alone.

It broke my heart to think that he may have set out a plate for me, hoping I’d come join him and it took eveything in me to not peek round and check; because I knew that if I discovered he had, I would have forgotten that I was left on my own yesterday and would have dropped everything to be with him. So, instead, I slipped on my shoes and left the house without another word.

//

After the events of the past 48 hours, I found it strange that all I wanted was to have a day on my own; and in between getting a few groceries, walking round Hyde park and sitting alone in a small coffee shop, I had time to think about everything over the past few months.

There was that feeling of guilt floating around inside me, for being so harsh and unforgiving with Harry but it wasn’t him forgetting my birthday that made me so upset- it was the fact that he spent so little time with me recently that I felt like nothing more than a burden when we did have any time together and him forgetting when my birthday was after years of making it so special, made me wonder if he even cared anymore.

From: Harry 14:20pm

Hope you’re enjoying your day wherever you are but I have something planned for you if you can come home this evening? If you don’t want to I understand but Iet me know xx

 

From: Harry 14:21pm

I love you xx

To: Harry 14:34

 I’ll be home around six.

 

//

True to my word, I arrived home at six o’clock and was met with a darkened house- the only sign that Harry was home was the dim light I could see through the living room window which was most likely a candle.

As I stepped through the door and set my keys in the dish on the shelf, I found what looked like a homemade cinema ticket- with Harry’s messy handwriting scrawled across it.

 

ADMIT ONE: BRIDGET JONE’S DIARY

For the first time since yesterday morning, I felt a smile tug at my lips. Without having to look, I felt his presence in front of me and I kept my gaze on the homemade ticket as I spoke.

“What’s all this?” I gave him a tiny smile as I looked up to see him look as nervous as I had ever seen him before.

“November 18th.” He cleared his throat and I looked at him with a confused expression. “The night we were supposed to go to the cinema together and I cancelled because I was stupid enough to think that a drink with my mates was more important.”

“Harry, that was no big deal.” I laughed softly. “I’m not gona hold a grudge with you because I didn’t get to see a movie.”

“No.” He shook his head, silencing me. “’s not the point, I shouldn’t have let you down.”

“It’s-“

“Alright, so will you come to the ‘cinema’ with me or not?” He tried his best to sound confident as he changed the subject but I could see in his eyes that he was nervous.

“Is there popcorn?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well then I guess I might go.” I smiled.

“Before popcorn, we have chinese for that lazy night in we missed on 30th October.” He began, clapping his hands together as he led his way into the living room- where I found a mountain of blankets, chinese food on the coffee table, the movie title playing on the tv and a bowl of popcorn sitting next to the remote.

“Harry, this is really thoughtful.” My heart was melting at how much effort he had put it- it wasn’t what I expected to get off him at all.

“And,” He called from the kitchen. “Prosecco for that night of Joanne and Dean’s wedding, when I left you in the room alone with the bottle of prosecco we were supposed to share.”

“You didn’t have to do this, I wasn’t bitter aboout those things, H.” I said and I genuinely meant it from the bottom of my heart.

“I know you weren’t, but you had every right to be.” He sounded nothing less than  disappointed in himself. “I know I’ve been a pretty shit boyfriend the past while-”

“You haven’t, it was just-“

“I have.” He shook his head. “I have been. I’ve been putting everyone else before you and you’ve never once complained. I know you must think you don’t mean much to me but you’re so wrong- you’re everything to me and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Ok, now you’re sounding cheesy.” I laughed.

“I know, I know.” He chuckled with me. “But basically I just wanted to say sorry for everything and, starting tonight, I’ll make it up to you if you’ll forgive me.”

I pretended to think for a few seconds but couldn’t take the look of anxiousness in his eyes any longer.

“Of course I will you cheeseball.”

Caspian x Reader - Won’t Miss This Chance

Request: Caspian x reader where they meet when she & the Pevensies return and he falls in love with her. She has to go back to our world, but comes back with Lucy and Ed on the Dawn Treader. He finally confesses his feelings, she stays and they get married :)

Caspian x Reader - Won’t Miss This Chance
Setting: PC then VDT
Contains: Variations of PC and VDT so it doesn’t follow the movie exactly. That way, it doesn’t end up being like those fanfictions where the main character (or the reader in this case) takes the best lines. Cus personally, those ff got super boring whenever I read them.
Word Count: 1782

Enjoy! I got sorta lazy/didn’t know how to write the ending so I hope you guys are fine with all of this.

Your name: submit What is this?


“Is this… Narnia?” (Y/n) asked as she looked at her surroundings on the beach. The Pevensies stopped splashing water around and looked at their friend who entered Narnia for the first time. Susan had told her of the stories and the others told theirs. (Y/n) was honored that they had picked her to tell the stories. Lucky them, she believed it. Of course, (Y/n) will always believe Susan, she was her best friend after all.

“It should be,” Peter replied. (Y/n) slowly started to grin then she jumped into the water with the Pevensies.

“This is great! I never thought I would make it to Narnia with you guys,” (Y/n) started to splash her friends. 

“Well, if that’s the case that means Aslan needs us here,” Lucy told her. (Y/n) looked at her. She heard all about Aslan and each and every time they mentioned him all her worries disappeared. She felt like how she did when she found out she was going to study abroad at England. But ten times better. 

“But why?” Edmund asked. 

“I think we’ll found out sooner or later, look.” Susan pointed up on top of the hill where ruins were. 

“Were there ruins in Narnia?” Edmund looked at his siblings. They all exchanged a look and then got out of the water to go explore and discover where they were in Narnia.

“I am Prince Caspian the Tenth,” the long haired boy spoke out proudly. “Who are you?” 

“Peter, High King Peter of Narnia,” Peter answered. Caspian was taken aback. The horn had called the Kings and Queens of Old. He looked at them all but grew confused when he saw someone he didn’t recognize from the stories. Yet, at that moment he grew attracted to her. 

“But who are you? I only remember two Kings and two Queens,” Caspian motioned towards (Y/n). He would have remembered someone as beautiful as her in the stories. 

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n) friend of the Kings and Queens,” (Y/n) answered. Caspian was completely transfixed by her voice. It was loud yet graceful. Commanding yet gentle. Almost everything about her was the definition of beauty. He just couldn’t wait to get to know her. 

Time seems to go by really fast when you’re having fun. And that’s what (Y/n) was having, fun! With the Narnian air working on her the moment she entered Narnia, a lot like the Pevensies, she grew much braver, stronger, and skillful in fighting. Which certainly caught the eyes of a certain Prince. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end and that was what happened, an end. 

“I’m afraid this is where we leave,” Peter said to all of us. He looked at the tree that teleported three people not that long ago then back at us. “Back to England.” 

“What?” (Y/n) was barely able to breath out. “But, the stories you told me. Can’t we stay a bit longer?” Her eyes started to water a bit. 

“Would we ever come back?” Lucy asked. 

“You guys are,” Peter motioned to (Y/n), Lucy, and Edmund. 

“We’re not,” Susan finished. She had the saddest smile on her face. Right when she got used to living in Narnia once more, it got snatched away. 

“But, I’m the same age as you Susan, why do I get to come back?” (Y/n) questioned. Aslan, who was sitting down and facing them, spoke up.

“It is because you still have a lot to learn, they have learned what they can here in Narnia. Now it’s time they learn things in your world.” (Y/n) nodded in understanding. It was in that moment when they all went to say their goodbyes. (Y/n) walked up to Caspian and they stood in front of each other before enveloping each other in a hug. 

The five started to walk towards the tree and Caspian finally mustered up all the courage he could gather.

“Wait- (Y/n)!” He tried to reach out towards (Y/n) but it was too late. They were long gone. 

Aslan walked up beside Caspian and looked up at him, “Don’t fret, dear one. You will see her again.” A lonely tear ran down Caspian’s face before he quickly wiped it away. 

Three years passed in Narnia. Only one had passed for (Y/n). Edmund and Lucy were at their cousin’s house for the summer in Cambridge. (Y/n) lived with her family. Though, one day (Y/n)’s family decided to pop into Cambridge for some family matters. (Y/n) took this chance to go visit Edmund and Lucy.

“Uncle Harold, I bought all of what we could but they didn’t have carrots again,” Lucy carried the bag into the house with Edmund and (Y/n) following from behind. “I also hope you don’t mind that a friend of ours can come over for a bit.” (Y/n) stood there awkwardly staring at the man who was reading a newspaper but didn’t pay any attention towards the three kids. Edmund, who disliked his cousin, Eustace, and Aunt and Uncle strongly, stuck out his tongue at him. 

“Father, Edmund’s making faces at you!” A voice from the stairs yelled. (Y/n) spun around and before she knew it, Edmund chased the poor kid. (Y/n) stared at Eustace then looked back at Lucy. 

“I’m sorry,” Lucy said then she went off to start putting the groceries away. “You can stay in my room a bit, up the stairs and the third door on the right.” 

“Thanks, Lu,” (Y/n) went up the stairs and then walked into Lu’s room. She saw a painting hanging on the wall and she slowly walked up towards it. 

“It’s very Narnian looking isn’t it?” (Y/n) jumped but realized it was just Edmund. 

“Yes… I miss it a lot,” (Y/n) reached out towards the painting and stroked the ship that was drawn on it. 

“Edmund, (Y/n)! We got a letter from Susan!” Lucy ran into the room and then sat on her bed. Edmund sat down next to it. The two Pevensies continued to read it but (Y/n) continued to stare at the picture thinking about Caspian. 

“When do you think we’ll get back?” (Y/n) turned around to face her friends. “To Narnia, I mean.” 

“There was once three kids who wasted their time believing in old Narnia nursery rhymes,” Eustace came in from the door. (Y/n) ended up glaring at him, she barely knew him for an hour and she disliked him already. 

“Please let me hit him,” Edmund took a step towards Eustace but Lucy held him back. Eustace, who was obviously scared, tried to seem tough but had taken a step back. Then when he realized Lucy wouldn’t let Edmund hit him he walked towards the painting, lightly shoving (Y/n). 

“What’s so fascinating about this painting anyways? It’s hideous,” Eustace stared at the painting then looked back at the three. 

“If you dislike it so much, why don’t you get out of here,” Edmund spat back. 

“It’s my house, I do as I please,” Eustace said proudly. (Y/n) and Lucy were staring at the picture and they both started to notice that the water is moving. They looked at each other. 

“I-It’s moving!” They both said at the same time. The two tried to get Edmund’s attention but he spent his time going on about how he licked Eustace’s candy. Then finally when the two noticed what was going on, Eustace tried to smash the painting.

“Aslan is that your country?” Reepicheep asked. Lucy, Edmund, Eustace, Caspian, Aslan, Reepicheep, and last of all (Y/n) stared into the wave that seemed to stay still. 

“Yes, it is,” Aslan answered. 

“Well, if that’s the case,” Reep took out his sword and planted it into the ground, “if you may, I’ll lay down my sword and ask if I can enter into your country. It had been my dream to enter your country and see it with my own eyes.” Aslan chuckled and smiled.

“My country was made for noble hearts like yours,” Aslan looked back towards his country and a small boat made for someone the size of Reep sat at the shore. Reepicheep looked up at the magnificent Lion and then back at his dear friends. 

“Your majesty,” Reepicheep bowed towards Lucy. She walked forward and knelt down onto her knees. 

“May I?” (Y/n) smiled. Lucy was asking for a hug, something she always wanted to do since she met Reep.

“I-I suppose. Just this once-oof!” Lucy already bent down to hug him and Reepicheep melted into it. Reep went off to say his goodbyes to Eustace and then went off into Aslan’s Country. 

“It’s time to go home, isn’t it?” Lucy sniffled. “This is our last time here, too.” 

Aslan looked at Lucy sadly and nodded, “By knowing me a little bit here, I hope you learn me a bit more in your world.” 

“Then you’ll come visit us, won’t you?” Lucy asked. 

“I’ll be watching over you, always,” Aslan replied. Lucy gave Aslan a hug.

“It’s time to go Lu,” Edmund tugged on Lucy’s sleeve. Eustace walked up to Aslan and the same with (Y/n). 

“What of me?” Eustace questioned. 

“Narnia may have need of you yet,” Aslan answered. “And you, (Y/n), must stay. Caspian?” Aslan looked over at Caspian and he immediately walked over towards (Y/n). 

“I’m not going to miss my chance like I did last time, stay here with me in Narnia and be my queen,” Caspian almost demanded. (Y/n) had tears start to run down her face and she looked over at her friends. They smiled but their eyes showed sadness. They nodded, telling her to stay. 

“Yes, I-I’ll stay with you,” Caspian immediately kissed her there and then. When they broke apart they all said their goodbyes towards each other. 

“Tell Susan and Peter goodbye for me. And that I love all of you,” (Y/n) was sobbing as she hugged Lucy, Edmund, and Eustace in one group hug. 

“We will,” Lucy too was also crying. They walked into the wave and it closed.

“Aslan, how will my family react?” (Y/n) still looked over at the wave that took her friends back to England. 

“For now, they won’t remember you.” (Y/n) nodded then looked up at Caspian. “It’s time to head back now.” 

(Y/n) grabbed Caspian’s hand and they went back onto the boat. Aslan gave them a current to go back towards the Dawn Treader. When they looked back, he was gone. 

Juncture

Pairing: Photographer!Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Oh so much fluff.

Word Count: 4368

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but I’m soft for Taehyung and so this happened. I hope you like it~

He was in a slump. It’d been days, weeks, hell maybe even months this at this point since the last time anything had caught his eye. Since the last time he’d seen you, the world around him seemed to pale in comparison. He slumped into his seat of the café, a small groan falling from his lips as he leaned his head back, letting his eyes drift shut. This wasn’t like him, the idea of being held up over a muse of all things drove him to the brink of insanity.

“Mister?” A sweet voice rang from beside the table.

He smirked a bit before responding. This situation was all too familiar, to the point it had almost gotten boring. “Trust me on this little lady, you don’t want to get involved with me.” He couldn’t be bothered to look at the girl, already having a clear picture of what her dejected face must look like. He pictured her as a Samantha, or maybe a Bethany, sulking slightly at his blatant rejection, ready to stalk off back to her friends who would assure her over and over that he was just an asshole.

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the problem with being the hero...

and banging the bad guy.

This was supposed to be some angsty smut, but it turned into Link having something of an existential crisis. Whatever. 

Uh, have some Link struggling with existentialism and trying to reconcile being the Hero of Courage and having a relationship with Power below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Drag Race Biadore, Spin the Bottle 💕

Thank you lovely! Written as if they are in untucked - top 5 of season 6. I thought about cis girls but then I thought it would be too much like my Pearlet sleepover. Female pronouns used. 

Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

It was taking the judges an usually long time to make a decision. The queens supposed that now there was only five of them left it was really down to the wire and the decision of who had to lip-sync for their lives was getting harder. None of them wanted to go home and none of them wanted any of the others to go home either. The five of them had become great friends, unlikely friends but great all the same. The Glitter Ball challenge had been a hard one for all of them and the judges seemed to have positives and negatives for all five of them. None of them knew what to expect, which made this whole waiting game harder. 

‘This is horrible.’ Courtney whined. ‘What’s taking so long?’

'I know, my nerves are shot.’ Adore agreed, playing with her thumbs. 

'We should do something to take our minds off of it.’ Bianca spoke up.

'Like what?’ Darienne asked her. 

'We should play a game!’ DeLa chirped. 

'What kind of game?’ Adore’s curiosity was piqued. DeLa contemplated this and then she clapped her hands together with a smile.

'What about spin the bottle?’ She spoke excitedly. 

'Really queen?’ Bianca rolled her eyes. 'What are we fifteen?' 

DeLa looked a little downtrodden. 

'I think it’s a great idea.’ Courtney encouraged DeLa. 

'Well you can count me out. I’m too old for that shit.’ Bianca scoffed. They got a member of the crew to get them an empty bottle and the younger queens started playing. Bianca watched on as one by one the queens were making out with each other right in front of her eyes. DeLa made out with Courtney and Courtney made out with Darienne and then Darienne had to make out with DeLa. Bianca kept rolling her eyes. How old are we? This is so childish, she kept thinking. It was only when the bottle landed on Courtney and Adore that Bianca’s heart sank. She watched the beautiful mermaid like creature lean closer to Courtney and cup the blondes face. She watched their lips meet, tongues entering each other’s mouths. And Bianca felt sick. Adore wasn’t hers, she knew that. But throughout the competition the two had gotten particularly close and shared a lot of flirty banter. She hated what she was seeing. That should be me. When the kiss ended both queens giggled. All four of their lipsticks were now smudged. Bianca sat forward and grabbed the bottle.

'Give me that.’ Bianca grabbed the bottle and the other four turned to look at her. Please god, I’m not exactly a good Christian but please let it land on her. The older queen’s hand was shaking as she spun the bottle. She held her breath. If it didn’t land where she wanted it to she wasn’t sure what she would do. As if I’m kissing any of these other toads. It span for what felt like a lifetime. Bianca felt as though she could be sick. The other queens watched it spin too. Eventually it started to slow down and Bianca’s heart was hammering hard in her chest. Come on God, I promise I’ll be a nicer person if you just stop it on her. It came to a stop and Bianca breathed a sigh of relief when the bottle stopped exactly where she wanted to. Right on Adore. Adore smiled back at her.

'Come here then Miss Del Rio. Make my day.’ Adore pouted her plump lips at the older queen. Bianca was thanking all kinds of gods as she leant in closer to Adore. She swore she had been dreaming of this moment since the second she’d laid eyes on Adore when she’d entered the Werk Room on the first day. Just as Bianca was leaning in, about to close her eyes and have all her dreams come true, they were interrupted.

‘Guys it’s time to head back to the mainstage.’ One of the stage hands called. Adore sat back and shrugged.

‘Guess the games over.’ The younger queen pushed herself up off the couch. Bianca could have cried or screamed or punched that fucking stage hand. Just my fucking luck, she groaned internally. They went back out to the mainstage and all the way through the filming of DeLa and Darienne’s lip-sync Bianca was miserable. She had been so close to her chance just to have it snatched away at the last second.

All the queens were sad to see DeLa go, Bianca probably would be if she didn’t have other things on her mind. When they were finally allowed to leave and filming was over for another day, Bianca hung back when the other queens were leaving the Werk Room to head back to the hotel. She didn’t realise she wasn’t alone until she heard a voice.

‘Hey you, are you coming?’ Adore came to her side, she had a soft smile on her face.

‘Huh? Oh yeah.’ Bianca knew she must look frustrated but she hoped Adore would think it was because DeLa was gone.

‘Before we go.’ Adore grabbed Bianca’s wrist to stop her going anywhere. ‘We were interrupted before.’ Adore had a large smile on her lips and before Bianca could speak, Adore pulled her close and her lips finally met Bianca’s. The kiss was only brief but it was without a doubt the greatest moment of Bianca’s life. When Adore pulled back she was smiling brightly at Bianca.

‘I’ve been waiting a long time to get the chance to do that.’ Adore looked a little embarrassed by her confession. Bianca smiled at her and reached out to stroke her cheek.

‘Queen,’ she spoke softly. ‘Never wait again.’ And then she pulled Adore close once more and kissed her again, much more passionately this time. Who knew a dumb game of spin the bottle would end like this? Bianca was suddenly a huge fan of spin the bottle.

optomisticgirl  asked:

Bed sharing? I'm a sucker for that.

god, i’m a sucker for this, too. thanks for this, B, because the minute i saw this, the wheels started turning! this turned into something bigger than i had planned and whoa, just wowwie, thanks for that! 

HOLD ME IN THIS, WILD, WILD, WORLD

Quite a few things fall within the top ten category of Annoyances in Emma Swan’s Life (trademark pending). 

There’s the day to day stuff that barely scratches the top fifty. The skips that make her break a heel at least once a month fall into the top twenty-five. 

Having no say whatsoever in chaperoning Henry’s eighth grade field trip to New York City? Well, that would be a top fifteen situation, if it weren’t for the fact that she managed to get out of work for this and spend some much needed quality time with her son. 

Finding out she’s sharing a room with another chaperone? That’s definitely a top fifteen situation, because the last time Emma shared a room with anyone it was with her cousin, Anna, and she quickly found out that the girl was just as talkative asleep as she was awake. 

Finding out she’s sharing a room with Mr. Killian Jones, Henry’s science teacher and cough guy Emma slept with exactly ten months ago and quickly put a stop to things because she so does not sleep with her son’s teachers? That quickly falls into a top ten situation. 

Opening the door to see they’ve been crammed in the most economical size room - one double bed, one desk, one dresser with a television from the stone ages (or at least back when Henry was born) and one arm chair all fit perfectly like a Sims room, with just enough floor space for two people to walk single file? 

Yeah, now she’s definitely tapped into the top five. 

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The Way Home (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, tw: car accident

A/N: I’m in a mood. Sorry in advance.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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Pabo

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: CollegeAU / Fluff / Angst / Possible Series?
Word Count: 882 

Summary: Getting technique tips from your boyfriends best friend sounded like a smart idea at first. Now it just sounds dirty…

Author’s Note: I’m thinking of making this into a series but I don’t know at this point. Also, Its my first scenario so please don’t judge it too harshly. Besides that, I hope you guys enjoy it! :)


“Okay, so what you’re going to wanna do is make an oval with your lips. Like this,” Namjoon made an exaggerated oval shape with his mouth as an example.

You tried to copy his lip shape as best as possible, while simultaneously trying to control your laughter at your current situation. I mean, getting your boyfriends best friend to give you tips on something you’ve been doing since you were sixteen is slightly embarrassing. The entire situation is just made worse by the fact that you and Namjoon are sat “criss-cross-applesause" style on the living room floor of you and your boyfriends shared apartment while Yoongi is studying at the library.

“Like this?” you asked while pointing at your now oddly contorted lips.

“Yeah like that! Okay, the next step is to flick your tongue lightly. That way-“Namjoon stopped as soon as he heard the front door slam shut.

“What the fuck is this?” Yoongi said while taking off his shoes.

You froze is place. Fuck. This was suppose to be a surprise for Yoongi, but of course, he just had to walk in at the worst time.

“Well, It was suppose to be a surprise but I guess thats not happening now,” you said while standing up and walking over to him. Yoongi still hadn’t moved from his spot in front of the door, even when you wrapped your arms around his torso to greet him. The expression on his face was a mixture of anger and worry and you giggled at what he must think of what was happening. “Namjoon was teaching me smoke tricks with my new vape, idiot.” Yoongi’s face instantly relaxed at your statement and wrapped one arm around your shoulders and gave you a light peck on the cheek. “You said you thought smoke tricks were hot so I figured I’d surprise you.” You slapped his chest lightly while walking back to your previous spot next to Namjoon on the couch.

“She wanted to learn how to do rings but the crack in the window keeps letting in a breeze, so they blow away as soon as she tries,” Namjoon said rolling his eyes while refilling his own tank with liquid.

“Don’t blame me,” Yoongi said shuffling around in the kitchen, looking for what I can only assume to be duct tape to cover the crack. “Y/N’s the one who told him about American football and gave him an actual ball to throw in the apartment.” He chuckled slightly at your inability to say no to showing Taehyung things from your home country. It started out with binge watching some old 80’s action movies and quickly escalated to him yelling “Hey Y/N! How far do you think I can throw this?” Luckily, that day ended shortly after Yoongi took the ball and chucked it at Tae’s forehead for breaking our window.

“Listen here. I only show him this stuff because he calls me every hour till I explain something new.” You said after getting annoyed with not being able to make a single ring. Both boys chuckled at your frustration. Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes at you while taking a strip of tape over to the window and patting it into place.

After filling up his tank with vape liquid, Namjoon packed up his bag and stood up from the couch, “Well I better go, Professor Basu just assigned a 7 page paper about the controversy of the law of quantum mechanics.”

“Is that even a real law?” you ask.

He shrugs, “According to my 300 dollar textbook it is.”

Yoongi grabs the T.V. remote and flops down on the couch beside you. “That’s what you get for being in the honors college.” He says without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Namjoon says as he shuts the door behind him.  
The room goes quiet for a bit as you continue trying to get this trick down and Yoongi flips through the channels.

“So, are you really gonna learn how to do smoke tricks?” he asks out of no where. You smirk at his question knowing just how to get revenge on him for ruining his own damn surprise.
“Well, I already know how to do one,” you say while moving straddle his lap on the couch. His eyes go dark with lust and he licks his lips desperately.

“Which one?” he asks as you take a deep breath from your vape.

“French inhale,” you say as smoothly as possible and open your mouth slightly in order to allow the smoke to enter your nose. Yoongi’s jaw drops at the extremely basic smoke trick and swallows hard.

“Fuck, I love you.” He says deeply. You smirk and quickly get off the twenty-something year olds lap.

“I know,” you say as you walk towards the kitchen. “Now what do you want for dinner?” Yoongi lays his head over the arm of the couch in defeat and chuckles at how you just played him.

“You,” he says quietly, probably only meaning for himself to hear. You smirk and roll your eyes at his remark while looking through the bar counter window.

“Shut up, pabo,” you say while turning towards the fridge.

“I love you too babe.”

You Are Worthy - Crowley x Reader

Note: Ok, so I grouped a couple requests in this fic because they were similar and I didn’t want to have multiple fics of almost the same thing…so I hope you all enjoy. ;) Oh yeah! And I tried a new thing with POV switching, it was kind of different than what I usually do.

Warnings: Mention of sex, heated kissing…that’s about it…

Word Count: 2446

Requests:

1) @maleficentmacleod: Can you do Crowley x reader 12 and 28

“I think we need to talk.” and “Marry me?”

2) @maleficentmacleod: Can you do reader is in love with Crowley and they are dating Rowena finds out and places a curse on the reader instead of love for him she hates him but she doesn’t understand why Crowley finds out and gets super pissed


“Crowley!”

“Yes, love.” You heard his voice echo from down the hall.

“Do you know where I put my knife?” You yelled out, rummaging through the drawer.

“You mean this one?” You heard a deep voice come from behind you. You whipped around to see your lover in his expensive black suit leaning against the door frame, twirling the sleek black knife between his fingers.

You walked up to him, “Yes,” you breathed as you took the knife out of his grasp and put it in the sheath on the side of your thigh. “This one.”

“Found it on my desk,” Crowley’s voice drawled.

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MARRY ME (Natasha Romanoff Drabble)

A/N: This will be a short drabble series of How the Avengers ask you to marry them. I’m including:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

If you guys want, I can also do one with Wanda.

P. S.: Sorry for any typos 🙈

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Warning: cursing maybe…?

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Nous Academy

Summary: Dan’s family has been hiding his secret for fifteen years, but finally the government finds out and sends him to a school with others who are similar. (Phan Superpower AU!)

The building was surrounded by moss covered stone walls and a large steel gate. There was a beautiful fountain that looked a bit newer than the rest of the property in the front. The building itself was several stories high, made of strong granite. It looked like something from a story book of sorts, probably having been built hundreds of years ago.

Dan hated it.

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Neighbor!Calum (Part 1)

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“Y/N, get down here.”

 You twirled in your little dress and put your denim jacket on. This was the first day of  a new year and you were determined to make this year, YOUR YEAR.   Forget all the crappy years you had before this one, you had a particularly good feeling about today. You grabbed your backpack from the corner of your room and slipped it on, making sure your pencilcase, folders and pad papers had all been  put in.  The tiny heels on your shoes clacked against the wooden floor as you headed down the stairs.

“What is it, mum?” you called back and your mom emerged from the kitchen, looking tired and worn out, handing you a lunch bag.

“I have a favor to ask you.”  

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