can you feel the angst tonight

Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)


  • ❝How much have you had to drink?❞
  • ❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  
  • ❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞
  • ❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞
  • ❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞
  • ❝I thought you said you were clean!❞
  • ❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞
  • ❝Let me drive you home.❞
  • ❝You are NOT driving like this!❞
  • ❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
  • ❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞


  • ❝Is this real life?❞ 
  • ❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞
  • ❝How do you show fish affection?❞
  • ❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞
  • ❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞
  • ❝Drunk I am not.❞
  • -glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞
  • ❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 
  • ❝I’m not even tired.❞
  • ❝I should call my ex.❞
  • ❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞
  • ❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞
  • -hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞
  • ❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞


  • ❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞
  • ❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞
  • ❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 
  • ❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞
  • ❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞
  • ❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞
  • ❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞
  • ❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞
  • ❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞
  • ❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞
  • ❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞


  • ❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 
  • ❝You wanna get wasted?❞
  • ❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞
  • ❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞
  • ❝I’m having a party for two.❞
  • ❝You’re so hot.❞
  • ❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞
  • ❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞
  • *kisses on forehead*
  • *kisses on cheek*
  • *kisses on lips*

and yet again I try to draw cool shit but cant decide what to go with in the end

also dont let yourself be fooled by the art bc here’s what I think abt it: this can be fucking hilarious

so heres a list of hcs aka a list of things I might have to draw sometimes later bc its ass oclock rn and I gotta travel tomorrow but this is rly good AU why is organization-type AUs so good

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♥ valentine’s day starters, angst edition

{ the fluff edition is here! }

  • “we’ve had this planned for weeks.”
  • “this was important to me. you knew that.”
  • “how could you – and today, of all days?”
  • “you can keep the fucking flowers.”
  • “well, you’re only about…two hours late.”
  • “there’s dinner in the microwave. just fucking reheat it for yourself.”
  • “i thought you’d forgotten about tonight.”
  • “is getting piss drunk your idea of romance?”
  • “if you think chocolates are going to make me feel any better, you better think again and think fast.”
  • “was one night too much to ask for?”
  • “i warned you that i wasn’t looking for anything serious.”
  • “i never asked for you to give me the world. all i’ve wanted is you.”
  • “you know, i don’t know why i’ve stayed this long.”
  • “i don’t know why i keep expecting one year to be any different.”
  • “you forgot. i can’t believe you forgot.”
  • “am i not a priority for you?”
  • “are we not a priority to you?”
  • “i waited for you.”
  • “i really thought you would show up this time.”
  • “i should have known not to get my hopes up.”
  • “can we at least pretend to be happy tonight?”
  • “can we at least pretend to be fucking normal tonight?”
  • “can you at least pretend you give a damn about me tonight?”
  • “i never promised you anything.”
    “i know it’s a shit day to bring this up, but…i don’t think it’s working out anymore.”
  • “please don’t start this. not tonight.”
  • “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”
  • “i’m sorry. what else do you want me to say?”
  • “i forgot and i’m sorry. what else do you want me to say?”
  • “i won’t apologize for something that isn’t my fault.”
  • “i didn’t know this meant that much to you.”
  • “i don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
  • “it’s just a stupid holiday.”
Just Friends

Originally posted by snowfox934

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: a hoes gotta hoe when a hoes gotta hoe

Words: 653

Prompt: porn

Warnings: can u feel the angst tonight, smut, unprotected sex (IT WOULDN’T BE A SHOCK IF YOU WRAPPED YOUR COCK)


Nothing but the sound of both your moans fill the electric air of the room, crackling with tension, hands never ceasing their movements.

Bucky’s hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same, trying to memorize every curve of your body, his hips slamming repeatedly into the crux of your thighs, your welcoming warmth pulling him into you, his senses filled with you and nothing but you.

His name sounds sweet on your lips, musical even, holding him captive the gentle roll of the syllable leaving your mouth in repetitive succession as it if were the one thing that you knew how to say, how to remember.

He’s missed this, the sensation of you, the sounds of your pleasure-dazed words. He’s missed your kisses, your voice. He’s missed you.

Of course, there’s no way in hell that he’d admit that. He’s much too…he’s much too Bucky to admit that. That was the deal after all. No feelings.

He’s unable to look away, taking in the flush of your body, the heaving of your chest, your parted lips, wild hair, words begging him to keep going. He doesn’t stop, continuing in his movements, finding it difficult to get enough of you.

Leaning down, he’s kissing you, stealing your breath with the insistent press of his lips upon your own, pressing pressing pressing. Your own hands find their way into his hair, tugging at the strands, his tongue already finding its way into your mouth, lips gliding languidly over yours in a lustful kiss.

He shifts slightly, attempting to get impossibly closer to you and thrusting into you at a new angle, the tip of his cock catching something burning within you, causing you to break the kiss, back arching off the mattress, a sharp cry of his name leaving your lips.

Smirking, his pace only picks up, the wet sounds of his hips slamming into your hips vulgar. He can feel your walls clench around him, nails dragging down his back, marking him up just as he’d done to you, “You gonna come for me, darlin’? You gonna come all over my fuckin’ cock?”

Your only response is to whimper an incoherent phrase, the words sending you reeling into an orgasm. Walls fluttering around his cock, you cling to him tightly through his continuing thrusts, his own orgasm following soon after, hot strings of his release filling you.

You’re still left gasping as he pulls out and rolls to the side, heavy breaths echoing in symphony with your own.

“Fuck.” The word leaves your lips breathlessly, eyes still dazed as you looked at the ceiling.

“My, my, aren’t you insatiable?” He teases, still struggling to form the words, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.

“Go to hell.” You mumble, despite the small smile playing on your lips as you force yourself off the bed, standing on shaky legs as you get dressed.

“Thought I just took you to heaven, doll?” Bucky retorts cockily, smirking as his eyes linger on your body, taking the marks he’d left. The smirk falters momentarily. You’re not his. Not in any sense of the word. You’re not his.

He wishes you were but you don’t belong to him any more than he does to you.

No feelings.

The words repeat endlessly in his head as you pull on your shirt, hands working your hair back into a presentable state.

“Good night, Buck.” And with that, you’re making your way towards the door, focusing on being able to walk, the memory of Bucky’s hands all over you still fresh in your mind.

“Stay.” The syllable hands in the air, filling it with a different sort of tension as you pause, hand resting on the doorknob.

“You know I can’t.” He doesn’t reply. He knows. He knows the deal.

You stand a little longer than you should as you open the door, offering him one last glance.

You know the deal.

No feelings.


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Bad Cook [Matt Murdock x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Can you write female reader x Matt Murdock? Maybe some domestic bliss, or whatever you feel like? Thanks so much!!“

A/N: Need some fluff to even out the angst from yesterday.


One of your favorite things to do was just having a lazy day with Matt. Loving to just cuddle up into his side and watch, or listen in his case, to a movie. You’ll often explain what was happening on the screen and what the actors look like.

Tonight, he also didn’t have to go out and take care of his ‘night job.’ Leaving the both of you to be sitting on the couch laughing at the classic movie Night at the Museum. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder as you had your arms wrapped around his waist, snuggled against his chest.

Listening to the steadiness of his heart beat and the vibration of his laughter in his chest.

Both laughing at one of the jokes made in the movie. One of your arms unwrapped itself and your hand moved to play with the ends of his hair. Making him move to kiss the top of your head. “Are you hungry?” asking him softly.

“A little” He shrugged, you let out a small sigh before escaping from his side and standing up. Leaving him to feel a bit cold from the sudden disappearance of your body heat.

Walking around the couch, you went into the adjoining kitchen. Matt standing up following you. Having the layout memorized, he leaned against the opposite side of the counter. 

“I can cook if you want” he spoke up as you pulled out some pots and pans.

You laughed, “No you can’t” a smile on your features. “Why? You know I’m more than capable. It’s something we can be taught you know” he chuckled, misunderstanding what you meant.

“No it’s not that I’m saying you physically can’t cook because of your sight. I mean you’re just a terrible cook” laughing whilst beginning to put a meal together. Cutting up carrots and potatoes, deciding to make some sort of chicken dish.

“I resent that statement” looking at you with a look of pain. Of which you knew was all just an act. You shook your head chuckling, “Do we have to talk about when Foggy was sick and you attempted to make him chicken soup?”

Remembering a time where Foggy had fallen ill with the flu. To the point where he couldn’t make it to the office. Matt thought it a good idea to make him some chicken soup. Though he botched it and it ended in Foggy getting sicker. Since then you make the chicken soup, especially for Foggy.

Matt opened his mouth to protest but closed it before mumbling “Good point”

You shook your head smiling, “You’re beautiful when you smile” making your eyes shoot to look at him. “I still don’t know how you can do that, I know it’s probably something I physically do but–”

“It’s your heartbeat” he cut you off, leaving you to stare at him before he began to elaborate, “When you’re smiling your heartbeat skips a little” saying as he withdrew from the counter and walked around to be in front of you. “Like when you’re excited it speeds up some. When you’re scared or sad your breathing gets labored. When you’re nervous your heart races and your breathing picks up.” You stared at him dumbfounded as he proceeded to wrap his arms around your waist.

Pulling you closer to him, leaving you completely in awe at his words while looking into his unshaded eyes. Even though he was blind, and usually their eyes looked different. You couldn’t help but find his beautiful.

He smiled before adding, “Or when you’re in awe by something, everything evens out and is in sync.” resting his forehead to yours.

“You’re amazing” He shook his head, “No, I’m just.. different”

Sighing you whispered, “I love you Matt Murdock.” Hearing him chuckle lightly, “I love you too [F/n] [L/n]”

You smiled a small smile before connecting your lips to his. The kiss not heated or feverish, but slow and loving, passionate even. Pulling away you muttered against his lips, “You may be different, but you’re a good different”

He grinned again, “How about we just order take out and continue this else where?” rubbing his nose against yours. You nodded before he kissed you again, this time the passion strongly present. Eagerly returning it.

Until you felt him smirk into the kiss… He heard your heart pick up.

They all die in the end

Originally posted by jjks

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Sniper!Au / Angst / Smut (a tiny, tiny bit) / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of murder, death, mature themes

Word count: 10.5k rip

Synopsis: In his long career, Yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.

And yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.

Nr. 3: never fall in love.

Author’s note: Finally!! This is my first request, with the prompts sniper!Yoongi, His beauty could kill you and They all die in the end. To the cute anon: I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it even tho this is the angstiest shit I have written until now.

Also, a special thanks to @inktae and @sugajpg for bearing with my existential crisis about this <3

Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

Sure, he kills people in exchange of money – good money, to be more precise; but it’s not something that actually bothers him in his sleep. Well, he is blessed with dream-less nights after all, thus he can’t really be definite about it: maybe, if nightmares of blood and screams and horror filled his mind, then he wouldn’t be so serene, so apathetic about it. Maybe, he would feel a decent amount of regret.

But again, that isn’t the case, and so he’s able to look at everyone straight in the eyes, lips guiltless and always curved in a faint smile – they would have been murdered anyways, if not by him, surely by somebody else. At least, Yoongi gives them a quick death.

And it’s not like he targets innocent people anyway – well, as much as someone could be innocent nowadays. Oh no, he usually works for the Mafia, sometimes for the Intelligence when they need somebody to act outside the law: the flies he has to kill are always the dirtiest ones, buried in some horrid shit up to their neck, and thus with a bullet into their throat they die. Or in the forehead, or between their lungs – it doesn’t really matter, does it?

So no, Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

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Please don’t fall in love without me

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: Tom is out with friends a lot, the reader feels a little hopeless about it

Warnings: A bit of negative self talk, angst and fluff, 2 or 3 swear words

Note: This was kind of based off of what I like saw when I listened to I Can’t Fall in Love without You by Zara Larsson. The story isn’t based on the song, more just the feeling of it if that makes sense. Enjoy!

You set your phone onto the bed sheets that pooled around you. An arm was thrown over your eyes as sobs raked through your body. One text. Sorry darling! I’m meeting with Zendaya and Haz tonight, I’ll be home later. Love you. You scrolled through texts only to read the same message with a different wording over and over again. It was two weeks since you two had actually hung out together. You knew it was utterly stupid to be jealous, and you loved Zendaya with all your heart but come on. Zendaya is beautiful, funny, good at dancing, unbelievably nice, and overall just perfect. What could you give to Tom that she couldn’t?

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Otayuri fic recs #3

Sweet Summer Mornings by thelonelywriter (oneshot, nsfw)

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER OH MY GOD HOW CAN SOMETHING BE SO PERFECT Listen to me this fic made me smile so hard just when i needed it the most. So basically this is 10k words of Otayuri fluff and smut. They are so perfect together. SO BEAUTIFUL ❤❤❤❤

Hashtags by abrandnewheart (oneshot, sfw)

It is gonna kill you and your life will be ruined after reading this. In other words beutiful angst thet will leave you with a lot feelings. I hate it and I love it at the same time. Thank you @mylittlesecretshelter for recommending me this.Don’t read if you dont want to be sad,

Honey, We Broke the Children by blackmountainbones (oneshot, teen and up)

OMG this is so funny I’ve been laughiing the whole time while reading this. Victor is a main character and he is super worried about Yurio( Yurio has a daddy kink #daddybek ;) ) and it is super funny and adorable. 

Gold Medal by howlingmoonrise (TheDarkStoryteller) (oneshot, nsfw)

So in this one Otabek is completely different than in most fics but it is so cool to read. Also this one is super hot.

Halsey Series of Sin by siren of old (series, nsfw)

Ok so this is series of 6 short fics that shows development of their feeling for each other. I love it so much because you can find here fluff, smut and angst (aka everything I need from a good fic). and OMG everything is perfect here you have to read it you won’t regret it I promise

How Long You Walked For (til you got lost tonight) by LiviKate (oneshot, nsfw)

OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING I LOVE IT SO MUCH the ending just killed me with its cuteness everything here is just perfect I am so in love just asdfghjkl AMAZING okay i am done screaming about it so Otabek here loves Yurio so much but is completely oblivious to the other boy feelings

I really hope you are gona like it. If you do, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments under the fics. This authors deserve them so much

anonymous asked:

Hello there ^_^ I've been looking the fics in your blog for a while... And now I am Drarry-addicted :3 what's your favorite fic ever? And... Could you recommend me some good long fics, with the happiest ending you could think of? Thank you <3

Aw thanks <3 Should I apologise or be proud for the addiction haha!

And erm oh my god my fave fic ever is a real toughie, but if you’d allow me a couple of fics, the first that always come to mind almost immediately are:

- Personal Fave Fics -

Reparations/Foundations (Saras_Girl)

The Arrangement (RurouniHime)

How I Met Your Father (dracogotgame)

Yours Is The Earth (Hold On, Hold On) (chickenlivesinpumpkin)

We Are Young (I’ll Carry You Home Tonight) (femmequixotic)

Close To Ever After (oldenuf2nb)

There’s A Trick With A Dragon I’m Learning To Do (curiouslyfic)

Volunteers (Anna Fugazzi)

Running On Air (eleventy7)

And as for your other request, I’m not sure if you wanted the entire story to be happy and fun, or a little mild angst with a happy end, so I’ve added a couple of both - none are heavy duty angst in any way however.

These legit gave me the giddiest happy feels for days after finishing):

- Long Fics With Happy Endings -

(You can always check out H/D Smoochfest submissions, all these have guaranteed happy endings)

Right Hand Red (lumosed_quill): NC-17, 73k

All Must Draw Near (Saras_Girl): NC-17, 58k

He Was He And I Was Bunny (bryoneybrynn): NC-17, 37.3k

How I Met Your Father (dracogotgame): PG-13, 95.5k

Little Red Courgette (blamebrampton): PG-13, 31k

Reparations/Foundations (Saras_Girl) : NC-17, 300k

When It Alteration Finds (momatu): NC-17, 56k

When Hippogriffs And Pygmy Puffs Collide (oldenuf2nb): PG-13, 33k

The Incredible Race (Cheryl Dyson): NC-17, 52k

All Our Secrets Laid To Bare (firethesound): NC-17, 149k

The Cruise (dracogotgame): PG-13, 10k

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight (Omi_Ohmy): PG-13, 36k

and Hope To Die (olimakiella): PG-13, 24.2k

Pocket Full Of Starlight (Never Let It Fade Away) (femmequixotic, noeon): NC-17, 46.3k, Warnings: MPreg

The Darklist (Cheryl Dyson): NC-17, 87.4k

Then Comes A Mist And A Weeping Rain (faithwood): NC-17, 21k

Azoth (zeitgeistic): NC-17, 88k

Three Boxes And A Scrapbook (dracogotgame): NC-17, 30.4k, Warnings: Break Up/Reconciliation, Ok this one is pretty angsty but the end is perf

Un Noël très parisien (noeon): NC-17, 14.3k

Seeker, Chaser, Keeper (VivacissimoVoce): NC-17, 60k

Coffee, Cakes And Doorknob Snakes (Omi_Ohmy): PG-13, 40.8k

The Years Before Love (Lomonaaeren): PG-13, 13.1k

Stop And Stare (Saras_Girl): PG-13, 78,3k

Take A Chance, Make A Change (cassie_black12): PG-13, 23.8k

“Nesta Archeron, I would like to take you to bed,” Tarquin said.

“You know I have a mate.”

“Yes, I know. And where is he now?” He stroked a dark knuckle down Nesta’s cheek. “You’ve been in my court for three months now. You’ve mentioned him once and that was it. He hasn’t yet come looking for you.”

Nesta closed her eyes, then opened them to stare at the dark water below, sparkling with the lights from the pleasure barge. They stood on the back end of the boat. It was warm and balmy, but a slight breeze kept them cool.

She had no idea where Cassian was. What he was doing. The last time she’d seen him was that night in Velaris, on her mother’s death day when…

She didn’t want to think about what it’d felt like to share her body with her mate. To share his body. Didn’t want to think about how long she’d laid in an empty bed knowing he wasn’t coming back.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” Tarquin said quietly.

Nesta shook her head. “You didn’t.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know what I want,” she lied. Nesta knew exactly what she wanted. It was hundreds of miles away probably drowning at the bottom of another bottle. And who was she to judge? She’d left soon after they’d slept together and fled to the only court she knew he couldn’t get into. Told them all it was to avoid the harsh winter of Velaris. But really she was hiding from him, from what they should have been, but never would be.

She was a coward.

And she was lonely. So unbearably lonely.

She turned to Tarquin. His blue eyes swam like ocean waves. “I can’t offer you anything more.”

He smiled and stroked his knuckle down along her cheek again. She leaned into the touch. “I know,” he said gently. “I’m not asking for anything more. I’m just asking for tonight.”

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Okay.”

[End Dark Paradise - pt 4] [pt. 1, 2, 35, 6, 7, 8, 91011, 12]

“There’s no relief, I see you in my sleep, and everybody’s rushing me, but I can feel you touching me.”

anonymous asked:

39 with namjoon? Thanks ❤

Make You Smile (Namjoon x Reader Angst + Fluff)

Prompt request: “Do that again.”

Summary: Namjoon comes home late from the studio and completely forgets about your date night. You plan on ignoring him, but he does his best to fix what he had broken. 

Word count: 844 words

Originally posted by bangthebae

Namjoon arrived home like he did every day–with a loud bang and the sound of something falling. The door swung open and ricocheted off the spring door stop, no doubt denting something. His work bag landed on the ground with a thud, and Namjoon discarded his shoes and jacket haphazardly before stepping over them.

“Y/N, I’m home!” he announced, padding heavily through the hallway. He spotted you sitting on the couch, your arms crossed and the corners of your mouth pulled downwards into a frown. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You continued to ignore him, staring at the muted television instead. A movie was playing in the background–a movie you and Namjoon were supposed to watch together nearly four hours ago.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Namjoon asked, genuinely confused. His eyebrows scrunched together adorably, and if you weren’t so upset, you probably would have cooed. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know.”

You just stared at the screen, waiting for Namjoon to follow your line of vision.

“Y/N…” Namjoon trailed off, going silent once he finally turned to look at the television. “Oh. Shit.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still refusing to look at your boyfriend. You weren’t being petty–Namjoon had spent the past week almost entirely at his studio and came home late at night. He had promised one evening with you, and again, he had gotten lost in his work.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry,” Namjoon hurried to say, throwing himself onto the couch beside you. He grabbed your hands and tried to get your attention. “Please, just look at me.”

You shook your head, keeping your eyes downcast. You could feel tears beginning to form, and recognized that you were being a little ridiculous. Still, you couldn’t help but feel hurt that Namjoon could forget about you so easily.

“I really did mean to forget about our date night,” Namjoon tried to explain, squeezing your hands with his larger ones as he spoke. “You know how wrapped up in work I get. I can’t keep track of time. Right now it’s really busy, too. But if I can just get through these next few weeks, we’ll be able to spend much more time together.”

“It’s not about that, Namjoon,” you said finally, your voice wavering. When you turned to look at your boyfriend, his face fell at the sight of your eyes brimming with tears. “I get that you’re busy, and I’m okay with that. But don’t make promises you can’t keep. Don’t forget about me when it’s convenient.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Namjoon whispered, bringing his hands up to cup your face and gently brushing away a few fallen tears with his thumbs. “Fuck, Y/N. I never forget about you–you’re always on my mind. You’re the reason I come home every night.”

“It doesn’t feel like that sometimes,” you replied quietly, your voice still weak.

“I know that now, and I’m sorry,” Namjoon repeated, sounding as pained as you were. “You’re the most important to me, and I never meant to take you for granted. I know I’m stupid and I make all these mistakes.”

“No matter what, I’ll always be here waiting for you,” you admitted, sniffling. “But it doesn’t hurt any less when I have to eat dinner alone, or when I go to sleep without you beside me. You don’t have to work less, but just let me know that you haven’t forgotten about me.”

“Y/N, I told you that I never forget about you. You’re my inspiration. Nearly every song I write is about you,” Namjoon said earnestly. “I’ll work less, I’ll come home earlier. I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

“I’m not asking you to do that,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I know how much music means to you, and I’d never ask you to change that. But just text me, or try to spend some time with me when life gets busy.”

“Okay,” Namjoon agreed, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I forget about you. I never knew that you felt that way. I’m so sorry for taking you for granted, Y/N. I never thought I would.”

“I know,” you whispered, pressing your cheek against Namjoon’s wide palm. “I know you never meant to do that.”

“What can I do so that you’ll forgive me?” Namjoon asked, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “What can I do to make you smile?”

“Do that again,” you mumbled, your eyelids flutter shut.

“This?” Namjoon questioned, leaning in to brush his lips against your temple. You nodded slightly, and Namjoon just chuckled. “You forgive me too easily.”

“Cause I love you,” you said simply.

“Yeah,” Namjoon breathed, a smile in his voice. “I understand, because I love you too.”

Namjoon peppered soft kisses all over your face–your forehead, your jaw, the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. He whispered quiet declarations of love until a tiny smile tipped the corners of your lips upward.

- Girl in Luv

A shorter one tonight! I was feeling like writing some cutesy shit. I know this prompt is calling for smut…plus I keep seeing that gif of Rapmon adjusting his belt. But like…the smut!!! I don’t know if I can do it!!!! Anyway, thanks for requesting, and sorry this took so long to get to. I hope you all enjoyed! Happy reading 🤓

“Don’t go, Cas,” Dean whispers, a soft plea in the dark, his lips pressed against Cas’s.  “Please.  Just stay.  I just got you back.”  I just learned to love you, he wants to say.  Dean clings to him tighter, pulls his warmth closer.  His fingers stake real estate in Cas’s hips, pinning the angel against him.  He changes his mind, and slips his hand up Cas’s back, letting himself drink in the hills and valleys of Cas’s muscles.  

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas whispers, cutting himself off with a kiss.  Dean hates that it’s Crowley who’s pulling Cas away from him.  He hates everything about the situation.  He has to fight the bitterness rising in his throat at the thought of Cas and Crowley working together again.  “I have to.  I have a lead.”  Cas buries his fingers in Dean’s hair, and Dean wants to lose himself that feeling again and again.  The heat of Cas’s skin against him where they lay - chest-to-chest beneath Dean’s covers; the slide of Cas’s lips on his… it’s incendiary, and Dean doesn’t want to douse the flame.  Watching Cas nearly die in front of him; hearing those words that have been on the tip of his tongue for years… all at once it was too much and not enough, and he’s terrified of letting go of it.  “We have to find Kelly before it’s too late.”  Dean exhales slowly, dragging Cas in for another long, lingering kiss.

“I know,” Dean whispers, pulling his hands up to Cas’s face.  “But every time you leave, I’m scared something’s gonna happen.  To you.  To all of it.  I’m scared I’m never gonna see you again.  Especially now, after–”

“I’ll come back to you, Dean,” Cas says, rocking back enough to look at Dean, their eyes meeting in dark.  His voice is soft and reassuring, and it makes Dean’s heart ache.  “I always do.”

Dean sits on the edge of his bed, still in his boxers, and watches Cas dress in silence; watching the soft amber light of the lamp dancing across him as he moves.  Always the adios, he thinks.  He knows, in the grand scheme of things, this is necessary.  What Cas is doing is important.  But for once, he wants to be selfish.  He wants to say fuck it all and disappear.  

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Dean.”  Cas’s voice pulls him back.  Cas’s hand is on his cheek, and he leans into it, chasing the warmth.  “In the meantime… Keep busy.  Do what you do best.”  Cas smiles, and Dean inhales.  It’s a staggering - and rare - sight.  “Save people.  Hunt things.  The Winchester family business.”  

Dean huffs out a laugh and stands, surging forward to wrap Cas in his arms.  He pushes Cas back against the door and kisses him hard, burying his fingers in his hair.  “Be careful, please,” he whispers desperately.  “I love you, Cas. Please be careful.”  His voice breaks, and he hides his face in Cas’s shoulder.  It kills him, being vulnerable.  But if there’s one person in all of creation with whom he can be, it’s Cas.  

“Always,” Cas murmurs, pressing a kiss to Dean’s temple.  And then he’s gone, and Dean’s chest aches at the loss.  He crawls back under his covers and dreams of Cas until Sam wakes him with a case.  


Group: BTS


Requested:  Anonymous said: Hi i was wondering if you perhaps do a angsty kind of sad yoongi scenario where the reader is in love with him but he is in love with someone else. If you could, can u please base it off is there somewhere by halsey? thank you ♥️

Excerpt:  ‘ “I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight.” 

Genre: angst, imagine

Length: 0.7k

A/N: i understand this feeling too well :(

Originally posted by yukidinme

The train ride seemed longer than usual, Yoongi sat next to you yawning as he pulled your joined hands to his mouth. You had been forced to wake him up for a party and even as his head landed on your shoulder, nuzzling it slightly to get comfortable you couldn’t stop your heart form fluttering as his mouth opened slightly letting the odd snore as he fell deep asleep. You looked down at him trying to desperately shove the hopeless amount of love you felt away.

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Photo creds to @levitann on tumblr


Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

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Words: 2447

Anonymous said to :

I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍


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You’re my weakness

Plot:  jungkook scenario where you argue and he says something hurtful and you try to break up

For anon 


Originally posted by mayfifolle

He never hurted you, not intentionally.

But now..maybe it was time to end things there.

A few hours before

-Why are you always late?

-I’m getting ready and I am not always late

-let’s just say most of the time then

You laughed while he helped you getting your dress on, you had to go to this fancy dinner with the other members and the Pdnim.

The restaurant was really cool all reserved for you, the Big Hit entr. Was reunited to celebrate BTS last comeback and all kills, as always. Your boyfriend Jongkook was shining as usual in the room and you felt so proud of him it you couldn’t stop smiling.

At that point a guy, tall with black hair approached you asking if you wanted something to drink, he asked you nicely so you just smiled back a him and said you were ok..But he didn’t stop talking to you, he kept getting close, way too close to you.

You weren’t scared but you started wandering where your boyfriend wee and when the guy placed a hand on your hips making you flinch he magically appeared and grab your wrist taking you close to him.

-Kookie hei, sorry man I had no idea she was your girlfriend

-You better just leave

You looked at him while he was boiling in anger and tried to make him relax drawing cirlce on his back.

When you got at home he was still mad but you couldn’t understand why, so you just pretended nothing happened.

-Want some water before going to bed?

You asked while he was changing his clothes- he didn’t answer so you just started changing too.. you couldn’t reach the zip of your dress so you asked him for help

-Why don’t you go to that guy instead?

-Excuse me?

-What can’t you understand what I am saying now? Or you’re just playing dumb?

-Ya Jungkook I know you’re tired and stressed and that guy didn’t help but why is it my fault?

-If he hit on you it’s because you made him believe you were single


-Ya Y/N are you dumb??

-You better shut the fuck up

-Why???  Cause I am telling the truth?? You think I didn’t see you standing there smiling at everything?? You looked so happy in that fancy restaurant.. Did you finally get what you were waiting for? Money? Fame? Well you’re welcome..

You slapped him . For the first time ever. And he said nothing, he just looked at you and smirked, like you was just an annoying girl looking for attention

He took his clothes off and just went to your bedroom.

You couldn’t cry, it was so out of the blue that you had no idea f how to react, you promised yourself to never let any man make you feel like he owned you, like you should thank him for being the successful woman you are. You did all by yourself, you studied hard and worked harder and he knew that, that’s why it hurted more.

You slept on the couch that night and when you woke up he was already gone, so you did what you had to.. you took your clothes from the wardrobe, your make up, every little thing you owned and just left.

A week later you were still sleeping in a hotel, not even a text from him.

Instead Jiinie, Tae and the others kept calling you and texting you asking what happened and where were you, but you decided not to tell them.

You were walking back at the hotel after work, it was dark outside and it looked like it was starting to rain so you tried to walk faster..there was nobody around and you were a little scared.

You heard some footsteps and voices of man coming behind you so you decided to ignore them, they walked by you and turned around

-Hei sweetie you look so good

-Yea, where are you going?

-Wanna have some fun?

You looked at the floor, trying to ignore them when you felt a hand on your shoulders

-Let me go

-Why? We can have some fun!

You closed your eyes, fear not letting you move and then..

You heard someone grabbing you and the mans running away.

You recognized him, how couldn’t you? Just his smell were enough to make you feel more comfortable.

He hugged you and kissed the top of your head while you covered your face in his chest

-I am so sorry

You started sobbing, still scared to death

-I am so sorry my love, I will never leave you alone again

He whispered, and you could feel his voice cracking while he was talking

-I am so sorry I should have protected you but I made you run away

He tried to pull away from the hug but you stopped him

-Don’t .. please I am so scared

-Sure, let’s go to the hotel before it starts raining ok?

As he said that the first rain started to drop.

You arrived at the hotel completely wet, you were still holding his arm.

He helped you taking off your clothes and prepared a bath for the both of you, he washed your hair and changed you in some night clothes while he stayed in his boxers.

The two of you were on the bed, he was hugging you and caressing your hair while looking at you.

You were starting to felt asleep in his arms, who felt so safe.

-I am so sorry Y/N.. I know that I was wrong and you shouldn’t forgive me now but I will wait until you do so.. I don’t want to leave you again.

-You are so stupid

-I know, you’re so strong and smart that I have no idea how you could be my girlfriend

-I don’t know either

-I know you won’t forgive me now.. but can you think about it?

-I will..I won’t throw away 2 years of relationship because of a stupid argument but you have to gain again my trust

-I will

-Jongkook I never felt like you made me feel that night.. you know? I felt so miserably, you treated me like I was nothing and I can’t forget it

-I know..I am so sorry I disappointed you.. I don’t know what happened

-You better work on this and fix it..  because I won’t give you another chance.. not because of this. I love you but I love myself too.. I have to respect myself as a woman first and you have to do it too

-I know.. I am really sorry Y/N.. can I sleep here tonight?

-Sure..cause I don’t know why but nobody makes me feel safe as you do..and that’s why I can’t let you hurt’re my weakness

Why Don’t You Ask Her

A/N: Three months later and this is finally being posted. I don’t know if it’s actually been three months, but the point was that it’s been a long ass time. Sorry to whoever requested this btw.
I feel like the ending uses names too much, but like the same pronouns can get confusing okay? 
Never the less, I hope y’all like it.

Pairing: Jughead x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,838 

Warnings: swearing, angst (lmao this became way more angsty than i had intended it to be), and that’s all I can think of

Request: (From the dialogue list) 16 with Jughead please. Like the reader feels like she isn’t good enough because Jughead is always writing and hanging out with Betty or something!

16. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

masterlist | prompts

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I'll Never Be Her

Requested by @shortiiqt16 Hope it made your standard Darling. You didn’t say you you wanted so I hope Bucky is okay

Just came across this song “I hate u, I love u” by gnash and maybe your genius mind can come up with some angst for this song!

Word Count: With lyrics 1129 words

A/N: This is a pretty angst fic, Thanks to @barnesvogue for her help because I swear I would have skipped posting this tonight if she didn’t help.

Warnings: Angst, pretty general stuff

Feeling used, But I’m Still missing you
And I can’t See the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss Against my lips
And now all this time Is passing by But I still can’t seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you, Realize how much I need you

You and Bucky had what most would call a complicated relationship.

The best way to describe it would probably be something like friends with benefits, but Bucky still confided in you when he needed too. The only problem is that anytime you needed his help, he was nowhere to be found.

You tried to talk to Bucky about it, explain, it was killing you every time he left, or when he wouldn’t let you talk to him. But it blew up. Words were exchanged, things were said that you couldn’t take back and before you knew it, things were over between you and Bucky. You weren’t even friends.

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Run Away Baby Ch. 5 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hey lovelies! So, school is over in four weeks and then I’m free to stay at home all day to write and eat ice cream! Yay! I just have to get through some performances, an audition, and finals. But thank god that it’s May because I am sooo done with school. Anyways, I’ve finally gotten to write the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I hope you all enjoy the severe angst. I love you guys, and thank you for 1.5k. Much love to you all, xoxo

Description: Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.  

Warnings: Death and angst. please be wary, this chapter relates to a very sensitive topic which is losing a baby. Please, if it is too much for you, I suggest avoid reading this chapter.

Chapter 4


“She’s going to be okay. Well at least physically she will recover, but I do have to warn you about how her mental state will be in when she wakes up.” The doctor folded his hands together as he spoke with Bucky and Fury outside of your room. “I suggest staying with her at all times, being there for her, and if things take a turn for the worse, please don’t hesitate to contact me.” 

Fury placed a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you for doing all that you could.” The man nodded, taking Fury’s free hand and shaking it before walking down the hall, and disappearing around the corner. He turned to Bucky. “Can you watch and protect her? I need to deal with this Rogers issue that we have on our hands.” 

Bucky clenched his jaw at the mention of Steve. “He’s not going to lay a hand on her.”

“Oh, don’t worry. That’s not going to happen on my fucking watch.” Fury’s usual hard tone softened a little with his next sentence. “But, I need you to stay with her while I make sure that doesn’t happen. Take care of her for me, okay?” 

“I will, don’t worry. She’ll be safe with me.” Bucky looked into your room and his gaze landed upon your beaten up, sleeping figure. “I promise that nothing will happen to her as long as I’m with her.” 

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Pining. (Kuroo x Reader)

Can i ask for some headcanons/scenario (whatever floats your boat)in which Kuroo has an unrequited feelings for his female childhood friend? Thank you!

A/N: Aaaaa i love this kind of stuff. Angst is my passion.

“You’re ugly.”


Kuroo sat on the purple bean bag chair in your dorm, laptop in lap, trying to work without your consistent distractions. Tonight, he was staying over at your dorm to help you finish your English project, the key word being “trying”. You continued to distract him often, attempting to get a rise out of the seemingly “calm and collected” captain. You two often quarreled like this, but Kuroo was immune to your playful insults of any caliber. Yeah, this type of relationship didn’t suit everyone, but you two were exceptionally close.

You and Kuroo had been best friends from the crib, your mothers introduced you at a young age, and the two of you were pretty much conjoined at the hip ever since. You two did everything together, you even tried volleyball because of Kuroo. You two were inseparable. And, just as expected, your relationship has held just as indomitable ever since. You two were in Uni now, yet still as close as ever. It was almost as if nothing had changed since childhood.

Although a bit nettled, Kuroo couldn’t help but think of how cute you looked right now. A mischievous smirk laced your face and your eyes were fixated on him, calculating for just the slight movement of his face to see if he was close to laughter. Kuroo maintained his poker face, trying not to give you the satisfaction you craved. Your short attention span was what caused you to have to ask for his aid, and he was not going to indulge you. After a few seconds more of studying his face, you ceased fire and slumped back in your computer chair, sighing in boredom. Kuroo chuckled a bit at your over dramatic action, and you excitedly shot back up again.

“HAH. Made you laugh!”

Kuroo playfully rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re dumb.”

“You’re more dumb.”

“It’s dumbER, not more dumb. No wonder why you needed help on your English project.”

You sighed in frustration, ungraciously accepting your defeat. “English is hard….okay….don’t judge.”

Kuroo raised a brow, making slight eye contact with you. “It’s hard not to judge when you don’t even know how to properly use your words.”

You pouted, adorably, if he may add. “Oh, I can use my words. In fact, I have four that fit this situation perfectly. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Kuroo chuckled again, a bit louder this time. You were funnier than you gave yourself credit for. He tried to focus on finishing the project again, but decided it was probably time to quit working for the day anyway. You guys still had a couple of days to finish, and you seemed to be getting reckless. Yeah, he supposed he has some time to humor you right now. Kuroo shut his laptop and looked up at you sprawled out on the computer chair.

“Hey. Let’s call it quits for tonight. We still got time to finish later.”

You looked up from the floor and at him, pleasantly surprised. “Really? Are you sure?”

Kuroo nodded. “Yeah. I’m bored too. Let’s do something else.”

Your face broke out into a wide grin, Kuroo felt his heart stop. “Nice! What do you wanna do?”

After a second of recovery, Kuroo answered. “Weeeeell…I am kinda hungry. If you wanna go grab something to eat.”

You furrowed your brows and looked up, insinuating you were in thought. “Where should we go…other than a fast food place…It’s kinda late right now.” After a few seconds, your face lit up in realization and you hit a hand against your palm. “I know! There’s this cool ramen bar downtown! We should hit it up, they stay open pretty late.” Your

Kuroo was a little interested-ramen sounded good-but he wasn’t fully convinced. Right now, his ass was practically glued to this comfortable bean bag chair. Couldn’t you guys just hit up McDonald’s or something?

You noticed his apatheticism, and decided to bring out the big guns. “Aaaaaand…they serve mackerel…I heard its good too….”

Kuroo stood up and stretched. “Alright, I’m in.”


The restaurant was pretty packed, despite it being pretty late now, however, the atmosphere of the place had a comforting, homey vibe. Upon walking in, the smell of spices and cooking meats made your mouth water. The two of you walked up to the counter and sat down, and you took this time to take in your surroundings.

Red paper lanterns were strung from the ceiling around the bar, suffusing the room with a dim, orange light. The walls were burgundy and lined with black around the edges, giving the simple ramen bar a more prestigious vibe. A few charcoal tables and chairs were placed in the middle of the room, obviously for customers looking to dine in for a while. You turned to the bar, spotting the many colorful bottles of alcohol lining the whole wall.

Hell yeah. You need some sake right now.

Thankfully, the bartender was present quickly and quickly got your ramen and drinks together for the two of you. While you ate, you made conversation with Kuroo, listening to him tell a humorous story about he and Bokuto.

“Yeah, I lost, but Bokuto kinda did too. He got so excited about winning, he breathed in too hard and threw up all the marshmallows!”

Kuroo watched you slam down your glass, laughing heartily at his comical tale. He didn’t think it was that funny, but he figured the effect of alcohol was influencing you. Also, he wasn’t complaining. The sound of your chuckling was music to his ears, and the casual hit to his shoulder delivered afterwards only had him craving to touch you more. He admired the beauty of your face in the warm candlelight. The soft glow accentuated your features, and the longer he stared, the more he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Although it was late, you still looked as gorgeous as ever to him. Your upturned lips and happy, slightly inebriated gaze was infectious. He couldn’t stop a loving smile from sneaking onto his face.

Although he was relishing your happiness and presence, Kuroo realized you probably needed to get home soon. You were obviously a little wasted, and the hour on the clock was creeping to the single digits. Being the less drunken, responsible one, he decided he’d do you a solid and take you home safely.

“Hey, c’mon. Let’s go home.”

“BUT…Kuroo~ I’m having….fun..” You spoke energetically at first, but a yawn interrupted your sentence.

“Nah, it’s late. And we can definitely have fun at your place.” He emphasized the end of the sentence with a playful wink.

You reacted by jokingly squaring him in the shoulder. Kuroo winced a bit at the hit, but didn’t hold it against you. You weren’t really aware of yourself right now.

“Shut up…PERV.”  

Kuroo snickered, then raised his hands in innocence. “Hey, I was just talking about a nice game of Monopoly. You’re the only perv here.”

“Whatever. Idiot.”

Kuroo stuck his tongue out at you and set some money down for the tab. He grabbed your hand and let your reluctant and plastered self out of the bar.

The drive home was short and sweet. Kuroo got you home with ease, and sneaked you back into your dorm.

Kuroo closed the door softly and sighed deeply. Although he had fun, he was relieved to be back in private again. The clean smell of your dorm eased his nerves. It smelled just like you. He took a deep breath through his nose and savored the scent of you, allowing himself to be enveloped in the comfort.

The sanctity of the atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of you plopping onto the couch and yawning loudly. Kuroo puffed some air out of his nose in amusement to your actions and walked over to the couch, sitting in front of it.

“How’re you doing, kitten?”

You groaned lethargically, then answered. “Tired…”

Kuroo rolled his eyes lightheartedly. “Duh. Hangover hitting you already?”

“No…I only had, like, one glass….”

“Two, actually. And we both know you’re a lightweight.”

You snorted at him and replied. “I’m not a lightweight! You…are…and you’re dumb…”

Kuroo smiled at your comment. “Yeah. I know.”

The atmosphere around you two became silent, yet it was still comfortable. Even in moments that would be awkward for others, you two always seemed to have an pleasant vibe no matter the situation.


Kuroo was a little startled by your sudden comment.


“For taking me home…thanks.”

Ah, the alcohol. You’re getting sappy.

“It’s no problem. I got your back.”

You were silent again for a couple of minutes, Kuroo began to think you were asleep, however, you spoke again.

“You’re…good, Kuroo.”

Kuroo remained silent, trying to process what you meant.

“You’re a good person….You always stick up for me…I want you to know I got your back too…” You paused for a few seconds. “You’re my closest friend.” Another pause. “I love you…”

Cue record scratch. Wait, what did you say? Kuroo’s heart began racing in his chest, and his mind raced at a mile a minute. He knew he really shouldn’t be taking what you said in your drunken stupor seriously, especially since it was preceded with an entirely platonic context, but he still couldn’t ignore the glimmer of hope peeking from the horizon of his mind. Could you maybe, possibly, by the alignment of the stars, reciprocate the feelings he bared for you?

“You…love me?”

You laughed quietly, as if this should be obvious knowledge to him. “Yeah, man. You’re my best friend.”

His heart stopped, this time not from something positive. It instantaneously weighed a thousand times more than usual, and plummeted to his stomach. Kuroo never felt so…betrayed. He really believed you harbored some sort of similar feelings for him…yet that was quickly negated by one word.


Kuroo couldn’t help but regard how ironic it was that the definition of the word could turn from so optimistic to depressing in a swift amount of time

He managed to reply. “Yeah..I’m the best….friend.”

The word felt like a burning poison rising from his throat as he spat it out. Whoever said words don’t hurt was fucking wrong. He’d prefer sticks and stones to this right now.

A soft snore impeded the crestfallen thoughts rushing his mind. He looked over at you and noticed the odd, uncomfortable position you somehow passed out in.

Although he was aware of your feelings, he couldn’t cease his own. Kuroo picked you up from the couch, allowing himself a few seconds to appreciate your peaceful, sleeping face, then brought you to your own bed.