count as a better friend than you

Count Dooku exhales, his nostrils flared. Square the shoulders, bend the knees, and…

He turned to face his fellow council members, with a knowing smirk he said one thing,

“Surely you can do better!”

Jango Fett fell to the back, twirling his puny Westars to cope with the overwhelming shot.

Grievous fingered his many golf clubs, shoving one or two of the more brilliant ones into his robes. 

Darth Sidious just moped in the background. 

But Nute Gunray marched ahead, ignoring the pleads of his good friend and confidant, Rune Haako.

“I WILL do better, Count Dooku. This is the LAST time, you defeat us all in the biweekly golf game, here on Serenno.”

The illustrious Count, managed a darkly chuckle before letting Nute step up to tee.

Nute squared his shoulders… Bent his knees… Prayed to the Banking Clan and swung!

The small gathering gasped, none louder than that of Dooku. The Viceroy’s hands pumped up in excitement, he was going to do it, he was going to beat par and beat Dooku!

There was only one ally left to the Sith Lord now, the Dark Side.

The Viceroy was slackjawed as his perfect hole in one was diverted through some, Force. He didn’t know what to do.

Dooku turned away from him, his merth returning to him. “Twice the Pride, Nute” He said, waving his hand, his own ball moving into the hole on its own, “Double the fall.”


Originally posted by diltons

A/N: Second time posting my writing, I had the idea at work and i wanted to write something so here we are. If you want to request anything for me to write, please do, i have nothing else to do. 

Part 2 / Part 3

Summary: Usually Jughead hates surprises, but you’re hoping this one might be different.

Word Count: 1,710

Warnings: none, you are safe 

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Offensive Sentence Starters

“I liked you better when you were dead.”

“Being stuck with you is my worst nightmare coming true.”

“A fool never knows he’s a fool.”

“Just seeing you gives me a headache.”

“Why did you do that?!”

“You just can’t do anything right.”

“You probably can’t even count past ten unless you take off your shoes.”

“I pity your friends for having to deal with you.”

“I pity your parents/family for having to deal with you.”

“It’s amazing you even have friends.”

“You suck.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Even a kettle has more brain than you.”

“I was just wishing you wouldn’t turn up after all and screw everything up.”

“I know it’s difficult for you to understand, but I don’t have any simpler words to use.”

“Even a baby has more brain than you.”

“You are the least useful person around.”

“It’s sad how incapable you actually are.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake just leave it. There’s no way you’ll ever get it right.”

Mine’s Better (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can you do an Auston Matthews imagine when you are from Southern California (like San Diego area not LA 😂) so you always “jokingly” talk bad about AZ and then one day he post a video of you to arguing over which state is better and he posts it on Instagram and everyone thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Word count: 1171

Originally posted by mttymrts

How you managed to end up in one of the coldest countries in the northern hemisphere was beyond you. After growing up in sunny San Diego, everyone was shocked when you decided to move to Toronto with your boyfriend, Auston. The move in itself was easier than you had expected. The two of you had a nice little apartment, a close group of friends that actually weren’t after being friends with the ‘rookie phenom’ known as Auston Matthews. You even enjoyed the city and your classes. The one thing that you couldn’t get used to, and probably would perpetually complain about, was how damn cold it was in Toronto.

You were used to waking up and seeing a beach outside your window, not five inches of snow. Where your feet were once adorned in either Chacos or nothing at all, you now had to layer socks and wear heavy boots. Your wardrobe that once consisted of nothing but t-shirts, shorts and bikinis were now replaced by cardigans, jeans and sweaters. Worst of all, your cute little convertible was traded in for a heated car with 4-wheel drive.

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DOCTOR REN // masterlist

Request: Since professor Ren was such a hit, what if Kylo was a doctor. Doctor ren, the cold yet caring doctor and the reader is the nurse who assists him from time to time. Or based off the snl skit what if kylo is the nurse that assists the doctor reader from time to time. I don’t care which one, writers choice. Enjoy and thank you!

A/N: First of all, the idea actually came from the porn doctor skit so what better header to use than from it? Thanks to my friend @agentpeggicarter​ for the request/idea! As I promised, here’s doctor ren :) If you want more, please let me know!

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3.2K+

It felt quite liberating when the constant realization that you were done with med school had hit you. Although you had already wet your feet a while back while interning in the Resistance hospital, it felt completely different when you were now an actual nurse. It was your first day and you were more excited than anything.

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Slumber Party

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, detailed smut for all my fellow sinners, unprotected sex (I shouldn’t have to say this, but wrap it before you tap it.) oral sex (female receiving) and I think that’s it.

Word count: 2749 (this is an apology for not posting a lot)

Sorry to my followers; I know I’m shit at updating and posting but i hope you accept this sincere apology on my behalf. Enjoy the sin.

“Hey Seb, where’s the Bailey’s?” You yell down the hall of your friend’s apartment. You had just gone through a break up, and you wanted some drinks, and comfort. It’s not like it was a bad breakup; it was mutual, but you still didn’t want to be alone. And who better to be comforted by than your lifetime friend, Sebastian?

Plus, he has really good booze.

“There is no Bailey’s! It was just Christmas! You expect there to be Bailey’s left after Christmas?” He yells back, clearly amused at your obvious lack of thinking. Of course there’s none left.  

With a sigh, you plopped down onto the couch, waiting for Seb to get into his pyjamas to start the movie. You had settled on Star Wars episode IV, because neither you or Seb had seen it in ages. And if felt right, because Carrie Fisher was one of your favorite actors ever, other than the one and only Sebastian Stan. Obviously.

If you’re to be brutally honest, you were too busy spacing out to notice Seb had joined you, until a pillow hit you in the face, causing you to jump.

“Oh, is that how it is?” You ask, a smile creeping its way onto your face as you grab the pillow he just threw at you.

“Oh, that’s how it is.” He replies, and instantly jumps onto the couch to attack you. He has his signature smirk on his face, and you have plans to wipe it off. With a pillow.

Since you are a lot smaller than him, you have a bit of an advantage. It’s always been like that. You usually jump on his back, and slightly smother him with the pillow, but this time, its different. He has been training with Don, and he is a lot stronger than you, so when you jump on his back, it barely affects him. Instead of trying to throw you off, he just flops down onto his back, crushing you.

Hey; it’s not like you care. You can feel every muscle through his exceedingly thin shirt, and you’re basically in heaven.

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My Teddy Bear

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut (this is really dirty and self-indulgent im so sorry)

reader/changkyun (I.M)


You’re best friends & roommates with Changkyun; as close as two people could be without being married or related. But one night, you overhear something that changes your relationship with him forever. Question is: Is it for the better?

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for you pt. 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy Taehyung, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 4.4k

Originally posted by vminv

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

You knew better than to fall for someone like him. If he looked like trouble, then he probably was trouble. But you were never one to listen. There was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was his voice. It was thick like honey and rolled off his tongue like the breeze on a hot summer day. Or maybe it was the rare moments where he let his guard down and flashed you that boxy smile that reminded you that underneath that tough exterior, there was a softness.

You remembered the first time you saw him. You were with your friends sitting outside of the only decent coffee shop on campus. Summer break was looming. The only thing holding you back between a summer without papers and deadlines were exams. And you had a lot of them. The only reason you had even left the library was because you were ambushed. Pairs of hands grabbing you and your things and dragging you out of the frozen solitude that was the library.

But they had their reasons. Momo had just caught the man she swore she thought she would marry (the 4th man she has ever felt this way about) cheating on her. They had been together for almost 6 months, but her’s wasn’t the only bed he was keeping warm. She was in hysterics by the time the barista had finished making your quad soy latte.

“I don’t understand how he could do this to me!” she shrieked between sobs. Her body was shaking violently. Your other best friends, Sana and Mina, were trying to console her. Mina was rubbing circles around her back while Sana was trying to convince Momo that if he was the one than he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.

“What happened this time?” you asked. You didn’t bother to try to hide the disinterest in your voice. You knew Momo and you knew how fast she bounced back. It might have seemed like the end of the world now, but the girl had a rubber heart. She would be back in the ring in no time.

“He cheated! That’s what happened!” her voice cracked as she spoke. “He told me he was going to spend all night in the library. But Mina and I went out last night and he was there. He was kissing some gir-” her words broke into sobs. Sana wrapped her arms around her and pulled Momo into a tight hug.

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What The Signs Need To Focus On
  • Check Sun & Moon Sign.
  • Reblog to remind yourself.
  • Aries: Finishing things they've put off. *You've procrastinated for far too long.
  • Taurus: What they want to do in school/work/life. *You can't keep living without a clear goal.
  • Gemini: Being honest with their true selves. *Stop trying to change yourself for your friends or family.
  • Cancer: Not depending on others for their personal happiness. *Sometimes those you count on most will fail you.
  • Leo: Being okay with being alone and independent. *You don't always need someone to feel secure.
  • Virgo: Understanding not everyone thinks like them. *You don't need to convince everyone of your beliefs.
  • Libra: There are better things to concern yourself with than superficial things. *Looks and status don't define you or anybody else, so stop thinking that it does.
  • Scorpio: Starting a healthy eating/ fitness regimen. *You keep telling yourself "someday" - the time is now and the longer you wait the more time you're wasting.
  • Sagittarius: Being real and genuine. *You think you're good at fooling people, but you're not, it's completely transparent.
  • Capricorn: Doing what they enjoy. *You get so swept up in what everybody else is doing tend to lose your interests easily.
  • Aquarius: Being truly kind and compassionate. *Sometimes your selfishness and arrogance can get in the way of your relationships, try thinking of others feelings first for a change and watch your life get better.
  • Pisces: Being humble. *You tend to compare yourself with others so much that you may start building a complex that you're better than everybody else - forget that and just try to be okay with who you are at the moment.

anonymous asked:

jumping into your inbox last-minute to ask forrrr Iggy taking his s/o round Altissia for their first date, maybe with Prompto trying to sneak along behind so he can get cute pics of them to mark the occasion? ;3 headcanons or oneshot, whichever you like!

First Date

Ignis X F!OC
Word Count: 1,947

Did someone ask for fluff? Tagging @iinkpools and @ladyscientia :)

Ignis was nervous.

When was Ignis ever nervous?

“Hey, Specs, look at you!” Prompto jeered, patting his friend on the shoulder from behind him as Ignis examined himself in the mirror. Ignis sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing them with his cleaning cloth.

“Yes, Prompto? What is it?”

“Nothin’,” Prompto shrugged. “Just wanted to check in on you and see how you’re doing. Big date tonight, from what the Big Guy’s told me.”

Ignis sighed again, his shoulders slumping. He should have known better than to tell Gladio. Confidential information rarely stayed secret amongst the four friends. He slipped his glasses back on his face and shot a stern look at Prompto’s reflection.

“Not that it is any of your business, nor should Gladio have revealed that bit of personal information to you, but yes, I do have a date tonight. I’m afraid the three of you will have to come up with your own dinner elsewhere.”

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Request:  Number 16 Aaron burr. Where Alexander somehow blackmails or dares Aaron to ask the reader out with a cheesy pick up line. Please? <3

Prompt 16:  “You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend/partner” “And you look exactly like the person I turn down two seconds from now.”

Pairing: Aaron Burr x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,783

Warning: None

A/N: Here it is! Finally, an Aaron imagine for you Burr-loving rascals. Hope you enjoy!

On days like this, Aaron wished he had better friends. Ones that didn’t insist on horsing around in public. Ones that didn’t nearly get kicked out more than three times in one trip to the mall. Ones that had a little more class. Yet, of course, Alexander and his friends were actual maniacs and Aaron had to put up with them.

“Alexander, I don’t think you’re allowed to take drinks into the stores,” Aaron pointed out as the accused man sipped on his coke obnoxiously.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna stop me?” Alex questioned smugly.

“Probably that security guard,” John said, pointing over Alex’s shoulder at the strongly built member of mall security glaring straight at Alex. The small man froze before turning on his heel to find the nearest garbage can, leaving his friends to laugh at his terror. 

“Hey, isn’t that (Y/N) with Jefferson and his little lackey?” John suddenly spoke up, turning everyone’s gazes to your little group. 

Aaron felt butterflies flutter in his stomach at the sight of you. You were laughing at something James Madison had said, sprawled out in your bench seat so your leg was resting on both your friend’s laps and your back was against the arm. Your other leg hung off the side, foot tapping against the pristine marble of the mall’s floor. His eyes were soft as he admired you, but Hercules had to ruin everything as he called your name.

“Hey, (Y/N)!!” He said, waving his arm in the air to catch your attention. You looked up from your conversation and smiled brightly as you waved back, much more calmly. Aaron was almost caught off guard by your beautiful smile, but he had only one question in his mind.

Since when did you know these buffoons?

“Who are you waving at?” Alexander, finally returning to the group, asked, trying to see over Hercules’ shoulder.

“(Y/N).” Lafayette answered. Alexander grimaced as he noticed you, or rather who you were sitting with.

Ugh, they’re with Jefferson.“ He said in disgust before getting onto his toes and waving frantically your way. "Hey (Y/N)!!!" 

"Keep your voice down!” Aaron scolded in a hushed tone, as if he was trying to keep the world’s biggest secret. They were already getting dirty looks from staff and security. He worried they might toss them out if they continued to misbehave. Plus, the last thing he wanted was for you to see him with these idiots.  

“What’re you so scared of, Burr?” Lafayette asked watching as Aaron subconsciously glanced your way. John, also catching the look, grinned widely  
“Getting tossed out, mostly," Aaron answered, noticing the mischievous glint in John’s eye.

” You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with (Y/N)?“ John asked, throwing his arm over Aaron’s shoulder. Aaron glared at the curly haired man.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you didn’t just look at them?”

“I didn’t." 

"I saw it too,” Lafayette mentioned, with a small chuckle. 

Aaron tried not to act too defiantly,  knowing they were just picking on him, trying to find any way to get on his nerves. They didn’t actually know about his crush… right? 

“I hardly even know (Y/N).”

“Well, since that’s the case,” Alexander began, a mischievous grin on his face. “why don’t you go talk to them?” 

"And why would I do that?”

“Because I dare you.”

"What, are we in middle school?"  Aaron asked, eyebrow raised accusingly. He almost couldn’t believe they were being this childish. Almost.

"I double-dog dare you,” Hercules piped up, a devilish smirk on his face. 

“That’s just childish." 

"I triple-dog dare ya!” John exclaimed excitedly.

“Now you’ve gotta do it, Burr,” Laf said with a grin, crossing his arms. 

Looking the group over, Aaron let out a heavy sigh. He knew he wouldn’t be able to win. They’d hound him until he agreed. 

“Fine, I’ll go talk to them if it’ll make you children happy.” He groaned.

How hard could it really be?

“Wait. You gotta say something to them while you’re over there.” Alex said.

In that moment, the look in Alexander’s eye said nothing but trouble. 

As Aaron walked up to your group nervously, his fingers fiddling with the hems of his sleeves, he knew for a fact he was done for. He would become a laughing stock to Thomas and James, and likely ruin any chance he had with you, just with a single sentence. 

James was the first to notice him walk up, as you and Thomas were engaged in conversation. He greeted Aaron, which caught your attention enough to notice he had even approached you. You’d only vaguely recognized the face as someone you’d occasionally seen on school campus. 

“Are you going to be joining us?” James asked, beginning to scoot closer to Thomas to accommodate for the new person. Aaron quickly stopped him though.

“Uh, no, I just wanted to tell (Y/N) something." 

"Me?” You asked, looking at Thomas to see him give a knowing glance to James. The exchange only left you more confused.

What did Aaron have to say to you? You’d hardly spoke three words to the guy.

“Alright then. Shoot.”

“I just wanted to say…” He paused, taking a breath before speaking,  “You know, you look a lot like my next partner.” 

Thomas’ hand flew up to cover his mouth and muffle the laugh that threatened to escape. James looked at Aaron with raised eyebrows, almost unable to believe he said something so idiotic.  But Aaron only focused on you. Your unamused face, your crossed arms, and he immediately felt the need to run.

“Really? ‘Cause you look exactly like the person I turn down two seconds from now.”

As if it couldn’t get worse,

Thomas began laughing hysterically into his palm. James coughed awkwardly as you stared expectantly at Aaron, waiting for what else he had to say. But that was it. That was all Alexander had told him to say.

Aaron began babbling, trying to collect his words into proper sentences. Nothing.

He turned on his heel and stormed beck to Alexander’s little group, face burning. Thomas’ voice could be heard in the split second before he hurried away.

“Damn, (Y/N), that was cold.”
When Aaron returned, Alexander and his entourage were fighting off laughter, clearly amused by the train wreck they had just witnessed. Aaron was not pleased.

He took his old spot beside the group, crossing his arms. Alexander grinned, gently punching the other man

“Aw, come on. It could’ve gone worse.”

“I just made an idiot of myself in front of (Y/N). It literally could not have gone worse.”

“Why does it even matter?” John said with a roll of his eyes. “Do you like them or something?”

When Aaron didn’t respond, the group seemed to simultaneously understand.

“Oh my god, dude, you like (Y/N).”

Aaron’s response was a loud groan.

“Look, we can fix this!” Hercules exclaimed hurriedly, feeling bad for Aaron. Alex, feeling slightly guilty for causing this whole thing, nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, definitely. We can-”

“I don’t want your help. You’ve done enough." 

After a moment of shocked silence, Aaron let out a deep breath. “Look, can we just leave now? Alexander and I still have this project to work on for civics.” He said before heading towards the exit. 

The boys he left behind all exchanged guilty glances before following him out.


The weekend passed by quick with no worries. Though Aaron was still irritated with Alexander, they still got the project done and he had seemingly forgotten about his humiliation. It wasn’t until Monday rolled around and Aaron stepped onto campus that he remembered what had happened with you a few days before.

He imagined himself being laughed off the school grounds by his cruel peers once they all found out about the rejection, and he was anxious as he walked to his first class.

However, instead of being met with ridicule in the halls. he was met with you.

“Hey, Aaron. Uh, can we talk?”


You let out a sigh at his dumb answer and grabbed his hand, pulling him off course to his class. He nearly protested, but the feeling of his hand in yours had his heart speeding and his brain malfunctioning.

Before he realized you’d taken him anywhere, you were both stood in the courtyard. It was mostly empty, students filing out so they wouldn’t be late.

“Look, about what happened at the mall…” The look of guilt over your features hurt his heart. He was ready to forgive you without you even apologizing. Not that he was very upset with you in the first place.

“I’m really sorry. You just caught me off guard before, at the mall. I just wasn’t expecting you to say something like that-”

“It was a dare,” Aaron said quickly, not allowing you to believe those were his own words any longer. “Alexander and his friends dared me to do it. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”

“Alexander, huh? Yeah, that sounds like something those four would do.” You said with a giggle. The sound itself brought a smile to Aaron’s lips. “I’m sorry on their behalf.”

Then, it fell silent. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but Aaron had the sense that you had more to say.

“So um…. After you left, Thomas told me something,” You squeezed his hand and his heart fluttered.

“What’d he tell you…?” He questioned cautiously. 

“Well, he said that… That you really liked me? I’m not sure if that still stands after I horribly rejected you but…” 

“It still stands,” He said in a moment of boldness. You grinned

“I told Thomas and James not to tell anybody about what happened, so you won’t have to worry about the word getting around.” 

A moment of relief washed over Aaron and he smiled gratefully.

“Thanks, (Y/N).”

“Anytime.” You released his hand, both of you noting how much you missed the warmth. “So, since you do still have feelings for me would you maybe like to go out sometime?”


You exchanged numbers with him and left to your class with the promise that you’d text him later. He watched you disappear behind the double doors that lead inside before he let the joy consume him.

Though he briefly thought he wanted to scold Thomas for spilling his feelings for you, that thought was replaced with the strange need to somehow thank him for it.  He’d never be going on a date with you if Thomas had said nothing, after all. But he didn’t need to worry about that at the current moment,

For now, he needed to get to class.


This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge.  My quote was  “You seem troubled. Course that’s a primary aspect of your personality so I sometimes ignore it.” - Cas

Summary: Your senior year of high school isn’t turning out as epic as you hoped it would.

warnings: Cas fluff, HS AU, slight teenage angst at the beginning

word count: ~1650

Originally posted by destieltime

You sat on your front porch, cradling your chin in your hands and staring blankly at the street in front of you.  Here you were, senior in high school, finally the “top dog” at school instead of just some dorky underclassmen.

Wasn’t senior year supposed to feel…better than this?

You didn’t feel any different than before.  In fact, you felt a little more like a loser, mainly because you hadn’t all of a sudden become super cool, like you hoped would happen.

Sure, you had your friends, your family, a few college acceptances that were ready to go.  But you weren’t quite…

There were no words – you must just be in a funk.

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jungkook scenario | a is for affection

affection /əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n/ noun. a gentle feeling of fondness or liking

genre: angst, fluff
word count: 1k
warnings: mentions of alcohol
a stand-alone in the ‘synonymous with love’ series // a is for…

Well, sure. There weren’t many problems with having Jungkook as a best friend. He could offer jewel-encrusted smiles on good days, and his jokes gave all the joy of a carnival without the price - tickets only cost a laugh. But, there was one massive problem with having Jungkook as a best friend, that being – Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. You used to be fine with that. After all, he had assured you that you were special, better than any girlfriend he’d ever have. Keeping you by his side at all times, he clung on, promising you nice things if you stayed with him a little longer. When he was nine, he made it official by spitting into his palm, and offering you a soggy handshake. That meant you were bound for life. “No take backs.”

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Ask Me

Happy Valentine’s Day! I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to post something but I couldn’t not do something for killugon on a holiday like this <3

This was written for the wonderful @honeybitz! They sent me a message about a prompt a little bit ago and at the moment I couldn’t write it, but I got to it eventually! Thank you for always being so supportive of everything I write, I hope you enjoy this even though its a bit different then what you messaged me about ^^;

Modern High School AU

Word Count: 1928


“I accidentally passed you an embarrassing note that was meant for my best friend dON’T YOU DARE READ IT.”


The sound of his name was spoken with a voice Gon knew better than his own. Heart jumping up into his throat, Gon whirled around. His gaze immediately landed on his one and only best friend slowly making his way to where Gon stood just under the shade of the bleachers.

“Killua.” Gon smiled easily. Smiling was always like that around Killua- easy, simple. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for his lips to curl upwards after seeing those glittering blue eyes and the chaotic mess of white hair.

Killua, on the other hand, was not smiling. He glowered at Gon, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, and said shortly, “Give it back.”

Gon made a face and Killua growled, “Gon. You promised.”

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Very light spoilers for the special, but anyway

I just noticed that in the end, when it shows everyone out at the front door, Nino is literally in the very back

HOWEVER, when they’re all coming in, Nino’s the very first one there

In other words, I am 100% convinced that Nino went “Move Bitch, Best Friend Privileges” and literally shoved everyone else out of the way, and there is nothing you could do to convince me otherwise

The Gap

Summary: You are a morning person and Yoongi is definitely not—so for better or worse, something is going to change when fate places your windows less than three meters away from each other.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff, Neighbors AU
Word Count: 2,603
Author’s Note: Inspired by that Friends episode “The One With All The Haste” and the singing man across the way who sang “Morning’s here, sunshine’s here” like clockwork at the crack of dawn.


Most people would describe the morning sunlight as bright, cheerful, endearing, warm, and peaceful, the rays like a stretch of encouragement from the sky. The promise of a new day, a brand new 24 hours to start fresh, make better choices, take initiation, try new thing or explore vast places, go on adventures or be in good company. The options were limitless, as high as the sky that shone above.

Yoongi, however, would describe the morning sunlight like a bucket of ice cold water, a bitter cup of coffee—too sharp, too sudden, ripping him apart from joyous things like sleep or dreams or a warm bed. It jolts him awake, clouds his mind more than clears it. More often than not, he finds himself burying his face into his pillow to muffle his groans, clearly hoping that if he groans loud enough it could turn back time.

But alas, that is not how the universe was created—so it doesn’t do much.

Yoongi supposes that a small percentage of this mindset should be his own fault, his own lack of aspirations making the 24 hours appear so much slower than they are to other people. He has dreams of course, passions that could challenge any other visionary on the street. But the weight of life has caught Yoongi in the stream, dragging him down the current and away from his desire, leaving him on the shore that takes the form of a coffee shop across the way. Albeit, it’s not an entirely bad gig—the tip is good and some of his best friends also work in the corner shop and his boss doesn’t actually treat him like shit. It just doesn’t leave Yoongi satisfied. It eats into his already very thinly veiled patience for the morning.

See the light where the sky meets the sea, and it calls me,” A clear voice rings through the thin window in Yoongi’s bedroom, the consistency and deja vu of the noise leaving a painful reminder in Yoongi’s mind about the time as it groans and throws the blankets over his head.

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The paladins as friend types

Shiro: A comforting presence. A great listener, and always the one you go to to help sort out your problems. Always has your best interest at heart. Won’t always tell you what you want to hear, but makes sure you hear it in the most gentle way possible. It takes a lot to make them angry, but once they are–whoo boy, watch out

Lance: Loud, but hilarious. Always the one you can count on to cheer you up. Is insecure and self-depreciating, but distracts everyone from noticing with their flair and dramatics. However, if you try to say anything bad about yourself, they will be immensely offended that you dare insult such a perfect specimen. Shade level over 9000 

Hunk: That super-smart friend that you can’t even be mad at when they get better grades than you, because they will happily spend all their time helping you study. Also kind of a know-it-all, and will never let you forget it when they were right and you didn’t listen. Genuinely a really good person, and should be protected at all costs

Pidge:  Too clever for their own good. Hella witty and sarcastic. Blunt and honest, but sometimes the truth hurts. Will roast you on a continuous basis, but anyone else trying to do the same better be ready to catch some hands.        (ง'̀-‘́)ง Will also help you hide a body with little to no explanation

Keith: Kind of awkward and moody, but trying™. Loyal to a fault. Always willing to help, but reluctant to ask for it. Hot-tempered. Will fight first, ask questions later. Will help you make the body without batting an eye


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You succeeded on the first stage of training, so what’s better than drinking to celebrate? The music is loud and your beer is perfectly cold. Jesse and Angie, your two best friends, are trying to speak louder than the music. You laugh and shout back, feeling so happy you’re almost floating.

Unfortunately, tomorrow the second stage will begin, and the initiates are told to get some rest. But of course, you’re still up, running through the compound, tripping on your own feet. Soon Jesse and Angie are gone from your sight. You scream for them but hear no answer.

“Jessie! An! Where the… HELL are you! ” You burst into a laugh when you bump into someone huge, a lot taller than you.

You fall on your butt, but keep laughing. The person pulls you up roughly, as you push him away. When you raise your eyes to meet his, you instantly feel all the alcohol leave your body. Damn, it’s Eric. You stand up straight, trying not to laugh again and make a fool of yourself in front of your leader.

“Go back to your dormitory. Now.” Eric’s voice is so cold it almost makes you run away from him.

“I was just going there.”


He walks away and you stay there, like a wall, stupidly watching the man walk slowly down the hall.


Your head is killing you when you wake up. Angie helps you take a shower and get dressed since you wouldn’t stop talking until getting some help.

The cafeteria is crowded and that’s how you love it. You sit with the other transfers, talking and shouting while eating.

Angie touches your arm, tilting her head to the leaders table.

“Mind telling me why Eric is staring at you?”

“Is he staring at me?” You say to quickly, failing to pretend Eric means nothing to you.

“Yes. And you are excited about it.” Angie smiles at you, seeming to be even more excited than you. “I hope you’re done eating because he’s coming this waaaay.” She says in a singsong voice.


“(Y/N), come. Now.”

 You stand up reluctantly, following Eric through some empty halls. Keep his pace is hard since he’s a lot taller than you. When he stops and turns to you, you remember bumping into him last night. You freeze. Did you say something that made him mad?

“So, Eric, I was a little drunk yesterday and I’m sorry if I…”

“You’re not allowed to drink again until you’re done with initiation.” His words surprise you.

Wait a second. He’s not mad, is he? No. He just wants you not to drink. Eric is a leader, you get it, but he can’t mess with your life like that. You look angrily at him, a smirk playing on your lips. He may be hot, but it doesn’t give him the right to say such thing.

“I’m sorry, Eric, but I won’t stop drinking.”

“I knew you were an idiot. You really think you’ll get through initiation if you keep misbehaving like this, (Y/N)?” Eric pins you to the wall, each hand on one side of your head. You stare at his blue eyes, scared and excited at the same time.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, trying hard not to touch him.

“I’m trying to help you because I fell in fucking love with you.”

“Since when?”

“When you jumped out that fucking train.”

“You say ‘fucking’ a lot, you know that?” You try to ease the tension, but he crushes his lips on yours. You lose your breath, pulling his shirt so he’s body is touching yours. Sadly, you hear footsteps and he pulls away.

“No more drinking. Heard me? I’m your leader. Take this as a new rule that applies only to you.”

“Stop making your own rules, Dauntless leader.” You pull the collar of his shirt, whispering with a serious expression on your face.

“Well, you better obey me and make sure you finish initiation so we can be together.” Eric’s words make your legs tremble.

“And who told you I want to be with you?” Of course, you wouldn’t give up so easily.

Eric was something unreachable, a stupid dream for a stupid girl from Amity. But here you are, so close to him, you can feel his breath on your face.

“Your kiss told me. Lips can’t lie.”

“Guess you’re right then.”

A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.


This one turned out better than I expected. Thanks to the anon for requesting!

Pairing: Laurens x reader 

Warning: like two bad words, I think

Requested: Yes, an anon requested #31(Are you jealous?) with Laurens

Requests are still open and appreciated. 

Word Count: 965


“The black or the red?” you asked your best friend and one of your four roommates, John Laurens, as you held up two dresses.

“I don’t know… the black?” Laurens said unsure.

“Why couldn’t Eliza be free?” you groaned, flopping on the bed.

“Come on, I’m your best friend. I’m way better than Eliza,” Laurens said poking your sides.

“Yeah, no. Eliza can do my hair and give me fashion advice,” you said, burying your face into the blanket.

“Fine,” John picked up the black dress and a hair brush. “This one will get you a shit ton of attention. Now let me brush your hair.”

You snatched the hair brush from his hands, standing up.

“I don’t want you near my hair,” you joked. “Besides I want to get laid,” you mumbled after.

“Hm. What was that? Does our sweet little y/n want to get laid?” John joked, poking your cheeks.

“Get out of here, dork” you giggled, pushing John out of the door so you could get ready.

You leaned against the door and took a deep breath after it was closed. That boy was going to be the death of you.

On the other side, John leaned his forehead on the door and breathed out.

“Dude. You are pathetic,” Alex chuckled.

“What?” John asked confused.

“She literally just asked you for advice. Y/n could have asked Mulligan for help since he is a fashion major, but she asked you…” Alex trailed off. He raised his eyebrows when John still looks confused.

Alex carried on down the hallway to his bedroom, but John persisted.

“What could you mean by that? Y/n absolutely does not like me,” John said furrowing his eyebrows.

“If that’s what you want to think. Now let me get ready for my end of semester party,“ Alex shoved John out. For the second time that afternoon, John had been left confused on the other side of a door.


You had just finished getting ready. Eliza had gotten done with her job at the bookstore an hour earlier and had decided to come get ready with you. The two of you were currently laughing and singing along terribly to the music on your phone.

You heard  knock on the door and yelled come in, turning the music down.

“H-hey,” John said walking in. He was immediately caught off guard by how gorgeous you looked. His cheeks lit up in a light pink.

“Hey, John. What can do for you?” you smiled at him, blushing lightly yourself. He did look pretty cute, especially when he pulled his hair back like that.

“Uhm…I just came to get you guys. People are starting to come in…” He rubbed his hand together nervously. “So…see you down there.” He smiled and rushed out the door.

“Ooh! He’s totally into you!” Eliza squealed.

“No he’s not,” you muttered. “Besides, I’m looking for drama free fun tonight.” You pushed your shoulders back in confidence and gestured for Eliza to follow you.

“Okay…If that’s what you want to think,” Eliza winked. You rolled your eyes.


Two hours later, Eliza and Alex had already fought twice and were currently making out somewhere in the corner. You and John had both decided not to get shit faced, however Lafayette and Mulligan had decided to do the opposite.

You stood in the corner giggling at your friends’ stupidity. A tall figure shadowed down over you.

“Aren’t they just the most obnoxious things you ever saw?” a voice snobbed. You snorted.

“Yeah, but they’re my friends,” you looked up to see Thomas Jefferson smirking down at you.

“The name is Thomas Jefferson, and you might be?” he asked.

“Y/n y/l/n” you said, eyeing him wearily as he took your hand you held out to shake and kissed it.

His face dropped the charming smile as he recognized your name.

“Your Alex’s y/n?” he asked.

“No, I’m y/n’s y/n. I am Alex’s friend, however. I can see your misogynistic confusion,” you giggled at his face. “Seriously, I don’t need a man’s name to define mine.” He huffed and muttered a ‘see you around’ before scurrying away.

When he was gone, you caught John’s eye and walked toward him. Before you could go a step, John headed off in the direction of the kitchen. You frowned.

“John?” you asked upon seeing him in an empty kitchen.

“What?” he asked in a cold voice.

“You good?” you asked with concern.

“Just fine,” he quipped.

“John, does this have anything to do with the fact that I was talking to Jefferson because you know I’d never do anything with him. I was actually just letting him have it for-“ John cut you off.

“Just go back to talking to Jefferson and all the other boys that you’ve been talking to all night. Just g back to ignoring me,” he said, his voice full of sarcasm.

“Wait…Are you jealous?” you said, slowly coming to that realization. John looked away from your eyes. “Oh my gosh. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll never best friends with Jefferson. I mean, I couldn’t even tolerate the guy for ten minutes. You’ll always come first,”

John rolled his eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled before slamming his lips into yours. You melted into John as his soft lips pressed into yours. John pulled away first.

“I’m not worried about Jefferson being your best friend,” he kissed you softly again. “I’m worried about him doing that.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m all yours.”

The two of you sat in the kitchen with your arms around each other, basking in the glow of each other’s love.

“You know, for someone who claims to hate Jefferson, you were pretty jealous of him,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, laughing.