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Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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Star-Crossed (M)

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☆Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut || CEO!Jimin

☆Pairing: Jimin x Reader

☆Length: 22.7k

☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like  a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.

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There’s a great mammal in the ocean known as the 52-hertz whale. All year, he practices his love song for the female. Travels thousands of miles to find her. But when he finally gets the chance to serenade her, she doesn’t give him a call back. Why? His love ballad is sung at 52 hertz, a sonic signature one note higher than the lowest sound of a tuba. The average female hears at 10 to 15 hertz. So she never hears his song.

Between Us And Infinity

Originally posted by theseoks

Genre: Angst/fluff || soulmate!au / street performer!tae

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Length: 35.7k

Summary: Place two strangers together and give them seven days to fall in love, and they will be soulmates for the rest of eternity, otherwise, neither of the two will come to love anyone ever again; The Seven Days Countdown has always been an old wives tale to you and nothing more, but all of that changes once you meet Kim Taehyung in the midst of a crowd of thousands. From then on, your life is thrown into a race against time, not only on a mission to beat the clock in falling in love with the renowned heartthrob, but also on a quest to make him fall in love with you.

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“you know it’s been a month since we moved in together?” Even threw it out casually over their morning coffee, like it wasn’t the most incredible thing either of them could have imagined.

“A month and two days now.” Isak corrected, grinning at Even from behind his mug.

“Counting the days, are you?  Sick of me already?” Even teased, nudging Isak’s foot under the table.

“Oh yeah, I’m already looking for a replacement roomie.” Isak nodded seriously and Even tried not to laugh.

“Yeah?  How long have you been looking?”

“Hmm,” Isak sipped his coffee thoughtfully.  Since day two probably.”

“That long!” Even gasped, setting his mug down on the table in faux outrage.  “And no luck, huh?”

“No.” Isak shook his head mournfully, but Even could see the smile dancing around the corners of Isak’s lips and he couldn’t help but lean closer.

“What will you do, huh?” He murmured, searching Isak’s face still flushed with sleep.

“I guess you’ll have to stay.” Isak sighed, putting his empty mug down.

“Pity.” Even nodded, his gaze trailing down to Isak’s lips.  They were shiny with coffee and Even desperately wanted to kiss the last sweetness from them.

“A tragedy.” Isak agreed, his voice still rough and not quite awake.

“Whatever could we do to make it better for you?” Even whispered, unable to look away from Isak’s coffee damp lips.

“Hmm,” Isak pretended to think for a few seconds before he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Even’s.  You’d think that after months of kisses (and more) that it would lose its novelty, but Even’s stomach still dropped like he was on a rollercoaster and his heart still raced in his chest and he still felt those fireworks under his skin.

They stayed like that for a few minutes: exchanging lazy coffee stained kisses over their kitchen table, too tired to take things further than that.  They didn’t have long anyway, they had to get ready for school and head out for the tram soon.

“I love you.” Isak sighed against his lips.

And hell if that wasn’t the best way to start his day.

Paper Hearts (Part 13)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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there is a place
somewhere
still containing
our essence,
our imprint,
an echo,
like an almost
fading memory
coming alive
for a while

we are still
dancing
somewhere with
our hands entwined,
looking at the skies,
stars in our eyes
and regrets in
our smiles.

—  a place that remembers

anonymous asked:

please consider: Steve the really uptight, clean-cut perfectionist wedding planner & bucky, his grungy tattoo artist bf that scares Steve's clients when he brings Steve coffee during appointments.

Um. Totes magotes.

  • Steve has a very minimalist, modern office – everything is white and chrome, and there are beautifully-arranged vases of lilies all over the place. When Bucky rolls in with mud-crusted ten year-old Docs and a grungy indie band t-shirt so worn you can practically see his nipple piercings through it, he sticks out.
  • Whenever Steve gets the call that Bucky’s around, Steve drops everything and prances over to him like an over-excited retriever. Clients think it’s endearing to see their wedding planner so in love up until they get a good look at Bucky. Then they’re just confused.
  • Steve has convinced more than one couple to get wedding tattoos at Bucky’s shop. Bucky grouses like it’s a problem, but he secretly loves doing it, and has been caught doodling ideas for he and Steve in the margins of his notebooks.
  • Nobody knows it, but Steve has a full back tattoo, done by Bucky. He had been terrified of needles, but had been so taken with Bucky when they first met that he just dove in, just for an excuse to keep coming back to the shop. When Steve admitted that to Bucky a few months after they started dating, Bucky nearly smacked him. “You spent $3000 just to hang out with me? I would’ve been happy with a cup of coffee.”
  • (Steve thinks it was totally worth it.)
  • Steve is organized to a fault, but he has no brain for numbers. At the end of each month, Bucky pulls his hair back, puts on his glasses, and spends the afternoon crunching numbers at Steve’s office. It’s everyone’s favorite day, because Steve will just sort of sit at his desk and stare dreamily over at Bucky. Bucky will shoot him a glare every so often and tell him to knock it off, but everyone knows he loves it.
  • Sometimes Bucky tags along to weddings when Steve needs an extra helping hand. At some point they’ll end up slow dancing together in a corner, and more than one wedding photographer has caught pics of them whispering sweet things into each other’s ear and put them as examples of their best work on their website.
  • Bucky wants a big wedding. Huge. Monumental.
  • Steve wants to elope. He’ll bring Sam, Bucky will bring Becca, and with the money they’ll save they’ll fuck off to Napa Valley or Paris or the Grand Canyon for a month.
  • They promise each other that they won’t ask the other to get married until they figure out some kind of compromise.
  • That is until Steve finds Bucky’s secret wedding Pinterest board one night while surfing the net and sighs. He goes out and buys rings the next day, and tells him they’ll do a beautiful destination wedding, wherever he wants, however big he wants, because he’s a sap and he just wants to marry this guy already, even if he’s an overly romantic sap who isn’t completely disillusioned with wedding parties.
  • But Steve does his damnedest to make sure that their wedding is the most beautiful wedding he’s ever seen. For Bucky’s sake. 
Dirty Little Secret

Inspired by this post: by @islet101 And also the fact that I’m watching a certain movie… Ahem…

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They don’t talk about it. 

They do. Not. Talk about it.

Not in front of John, not in front of Rosie.

Not in front of anyone- even Mycroft. (God only knows what the elder Holmes would do with the news

Sherlock shudders to even contemplate it).

In fact, so great is his intent to not be found out that the Great Detective has taken to engaging in what he calls “diversionary tactics,” every time he thinks anyone is getting suspicious. Thus Molly has had her feet stood on, has been nearly dropped on the dancefloor (though Sherlock, in fairness, is always skilled enough to make it look real and make sure she doesn’t actually fall). She has been forced to go through what John Watson laughably calls dancing, has endured more good-natured turns around the floor with Mr. Holmes and Greg than she ever thought she’d manage-

And all because she and Sherlock have a secret.

A little, teensy, tiny, dirty little secret. (It makes her grin to even think about it).

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The Labyrinth Chapter 37

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.4k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

A/N: This contains smut, so for all my non-smut readers out there: beware…

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Ladrien Summer (10/?)

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The party was, as Adrien had predicted, a boring adult party.

The upside was that more than half the people here were at his station or higher, so that meant that less than half were looking to climb the social ladder through him, which meant that he could usually escape any notably uncomfortable conversations without too much fuss.

On the downside, he was expected to make nice with a fair amount of people.

The only thing more amazing than how much Adrien didn’t want to be here was how he somehow managed to pretend that he did want to be here.

It was petty revenge, but tonight, Adrien was determined to be seen eating as many different slices of cake as possible.

Not metaphorical — literal cake.

The catering here was, as expected, top-notch. The ornamental cakes lining the dessert buffet couldn’t have been less then a thousand euros each — probably more.

They were beautiful and decadent and absolutely out of his approved diet, and there was nothing his father could do about it.

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