empty met

rebound

 highschool au

 genre: pure, complete fluff

 pairing: jungkook // you

 word count: 6k

 warnings: none

Description: Your grades are slipping too low for your liking, you’re reprimanded by the student council president, Jeon Jungkook has got you feeling some type of way, and additionally, you agree to go to his basketball game. What could go wrong?

A/N: the first fic oops i don’t really know if this blog will go in the fic direction, i’ll see how it goes. feedback is appreciated!!


You slam your locker door shut after you throw in your gym clothes, breathing out of your nose as slowly as you can as you lean against the locker, hands clenched so tightly the veins were visible.

“Woah, what’s up with you today, Y/N?” Tzuyu, Jackson, and Yerim,  three of your closest friends, gather around you. All three of them have concerned looks on their faces.

“That little…” you mutter angrily, looking up. Tzuyu’s eyebrows rise at your frustrated look.

“Hey, I asked you, are you okay?” She pokes your shoulder. You wordlessly yank out a rumpled piece of paper out of one of the many folders in your arms and flap it in front of her face.

“Just look at this,” you seeth, eyes smoldering. “My average for physics dropped. All because I wasted my time to help Golden Boy study. How am I supposed to be valedictorian now?”

At that, Yerim rolls her eyes as Tzuyu scans the paper. “Are you serious? You’re upset about, like a 2% drop? I have a 87 for your information.” Jackson just snorts.

“You should know how Y/N gets about her grades, Yerim. She’s ranked one, so obviously she has to keep her grades up if she wants to keep her ranking.”

“Well,” Tzuyu says breezily as she hands the piece of paper back to you, “I don’t get what you have against Jeon Jungkook. I mean, he’s actually really nice, smart, and good looking. Oh, and athletic since he’s also the basketball team captain now that Yoongi is injured.”

“He asked you nicely if you could help him too,” Yerim adds. “Always a first.”

“You don’t get it,” you grit out, brushing the hair falling over your eyes out of your face. The four of you begin to make your way back to your homeroom classrooms, with Jackson bidding a farewell as he is a year older.

“One, he’s not attractive Tzuyu-” you begin, disgusted (you’re lying to yourself but no way were you admitting that), “and two, I helped him for two hours studying for that huge test, and while I only got a 94, he got a perfect. His grades are better than mine at this rate. It’s not fair.”

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Act Like You Love Me - Part Two

A/N: So here’s part two. I’d really love some feedback. 
Word count: 2,502
Part One

PART TWO

January 9 th, 2023

It was a rather chilly summer day in Pickering, when you made your way towards the house. You felt a lump in your throat, letting the sickness rush over you as you rang the doorbell.

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Hana Kaze (Teaser) - VIXX

New Boyfriend (F)

Originally posted by umma-jy

REQUESTED: a yugyeom scenario where he’s best friend with the reader and he likes her but she’s dating someone who treats her badly. He had enough of the reader’s boyfriend and confronts the bad boyfriend and confesses to the reader

Reader (you) x Yugyeom

Word Count: 1102

Warnings: none

none: here you go, anon! I really hope you like this one! i wasn’t feeling well when i wrote this so it may sound really weird but i’ll edit it once i feel better! btw, should I release the new teaser for a new series? thoughts? anyways, happy reading and take care! -admin


For as long as you could remember, Yugyeom and you were inseparable from the moment you started to become best friends. People referred you two as the dynamic duo since you did everything together with Yugyeom. They even predicted that you would end up married with Yugyeom. But that wasn’t the case. Ever since Yugyeom became an idol, he left you alone to deal with the world by yourself. Without your partner in crime, you had to admit you felt empty. Until you met someone in particular. David was the name of the guy you fell in love with. Everyone knew him as a strikingly handsome guy who had a bad boy look and they weren’t lying. As soon as Yugyeom heard you were dating David, he immediately felt jealous.

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Submarine!Jungkook

For @tayegi and anyone else that has a wild fascination with submarine!jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 1.7k

Light sub!jungkook smut with a bit of switch!jungkook at the end idk there’s no real plot just fun smut. I wrote this from 3:30-5:30 am and I’m not sorry ‘bout it.This is purely fiction and the product of my sleep deprived brain. 

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Dancing On My Own: Part 6

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Loss

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1241

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: Sorry for the delay! I’m still fighting crazy fatigue lately and it’s been impacting my productivity. Thanks for be patient! I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Bucky sat on your bed beside you as you both watched the movie. He mulled over the moment that the two of you had had. He could tell – you felt it too, but he found the timing to be inappropriate – if there was ever an appropriate time to be in love with your best friend’s girl. He loved you too much to take advantage of your feelings during a moment of weakness. He sighed to himself as you snuggled your head into his chest. You had fallen asleep by the time Harry had gotten to Hogwarts, but Bucky was afraid of waking you.

“Y/N?” he whispered softly, but the only reply he received was the sound of your soft breathing as you slept. “I’m glad I’m here too,” he continued before planting a light kiss on the top of your head.

To his surprise you smiled at the gesture and mumbled, “I love you,” before resuming your soft breathing.

Bucky knew you were asleep. He was certain of it because he knew you would never say those words to him – at least not in the way they had slipped off your tired tongue. He sighed deeply as he stared at the ceiling. Even now – just hearing the words – caused his heart to race and his palms to sweat.


You woke with a start. You couldn’t remember what you had been dreaming about but you focused your mind on steadying your breathing as your heart continued to race. You reached out blindly into the dark – looking for Bucky – but came up short. As your fingers met the empty blanket you sighed with disappointment. Bucky’s presence had been comforting since you had received the terrible phone call, and you found peace in his nearness. As you peaked through your lashes you saw is disheveled form crumpled on the couch. His mouth was slightly parted and his hair was in all levels of disarray as his chest rose and fell to the tempo of his breathing. Once again you found yourself unable to tear your eyes from him. You had never been like this before, and you weren’t really sure why you had so much of a pull towards your friend now. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened… Maybe it was because Bucky was the one person you could always rely on. You bit your lip at this thought. It wasn’t true of course. You had Steve, your fiancé. Steve would do anything for you, and at that thought you felt a wave of guilt again.

You pushed off the bed with a huff – wrapping one of your afghans around your shoulders as you quietly left the room. You needed some time to process – alone. The house was full of the sounds of its sleeping occupants as you strolled quietly down the hallway and down the stairs to the front door.  The Kansas air was heavy with moisture – beckoning an early Summer day – as you walked amidst the twilight. You wanted to reason out the things that had happened in the last 48 hours, but you simply couldn’t. Instead you found yourself longing to speak with your mother. You walked aimlessly through the early morning haze as you continued to think until you stopped suddenly. You had somehow managed to find your way to the tree house that you and your siblings had once spent countless hours in. Of course your dad had replaced bits and pieces of it throughout the years to accommodate your nieces and nephews, but it was still more or less how you remembered it. It was the perfect place to think.

You climbed up the tree and, with a sigh of relief, found the inside of the tree house to be adorned with various blankets and pillows. Now that you were away from everyone you felt quite tired again. Maybe it was the walking, and the internal debates, but as you laid your head down on one of the piles of pillows you certainly thought there was more to it than that. With your mother gone you weren’t sure how you could navigate your way through life. Even after moving to New York you had found solace in the times you spoke with her. She had always been honest with you, and you longed for that honesty now. Too many things had happened too soon, and the thought of trying to process them made you choke for air. As you closed your eyes a part of you wished Steve could be with you, but for some reason that thought made you feel even worse.


Bucky stretched stiffly on the couch as he strained to open his eyes. Sleeping here had not been ideal – but it had been the respectful thing to do. He didn’t want to take up any space in the house as it was now teeming with your relatives. He sat up– rumpling hair hair with his hands. As he looked towards your bed his heart skipped a beat. You were gone. He wasn’t sure why he felt so worried suddenly, but he knew he needed to find you. He pushed off the couch and made his way through the house. When he noticed that you were no where to be found in the he made his way outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance with the threat of an early morning storm as he followed the small tell-tale signs of your presence. And that’s how he found you some time later as you slept in the mass of pillows and blankets in your childhood tree house.

As he gingerly climbed up the wooden planks Bucky laughed. He had never had something like this as a kid – just alleyways and rusty stairwells. He could almost see the younger you whisking yourself up into it – away from your imaginary foes – like a well guarded princess. As you came into Bucky’s view he stopped. He wasn’t sure what it was about the sight of you sleeping in the fortress of your childhood that he found so heartbreakingly beautiful – maybe it was the way the early morning sun cascaded over your face, or the peacefulness that you radiated as you slept. He made his way beside you – careful to not disturb your rest and laid on the other side of your pile of pillows.

As he watched you he couldn’t help but reach out to brush the hair from your face – eliciting a smile from you. Before Bucky could even react you laced your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his. The action caused Bucky to freeze – he wasn’t sure how to react or what to do.  The feeling of your lips moving against his was intoxicating. Excitement ran wildly through Bucky’s body as you continued the action. He felt as if he had grabbed ahold of a live wire and was simply unable to break contact. As you deepened the kiss his body relaxed. In the back of his mind he knew he should stop, but as he wrapped his arms around you he reasoned with himself that you wouldn’t be kissing him if you didn’t want to. He longed for the moment to stretch into eternity as he entwined his fingers gently into your hair. This is what he had been dreaming of for years, and it was finally happening, consequences be damned.

And Everything was fine – until you opened your eyes.


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anonymous asked:

Can u do a one shot where andreil have a daughter and it's like her first day of school or something domestic like that pleaseeeee

hello lovely anon, i have attempted to grant thine wish. also on AO3

send me prompts :)


Still mostly asleep, Neil rolls onto his left side, bringing himself further into Andrew’s space. He snakes out a cautious hand, expecting to run into King’s soft fur where he often sleeps in between them. Instead, he is met with empty space, right up until his hand accidentally brushes Andrew’s ribs. This incites only a small flinch, whereas years ago, Andrew would have startled awake on high alert, reaching under his pillow for an ever-present knife. The progress makes Neil smile.

He continues his search in the dark for his absent cats, as he has now also noticed the lack of Sir’s weight at the bottom of the bed. He sits up, eyes flitting to the door that they now leave cracked open at night. It is almost completely ajar.

“Hi,” comes a small voice from the far side of the room, making Neil jump slightly in surprise.

He sits up and looks over at the small armchair in the corner to see Piper curled up with both missing cats asleep on her lap. She has dragged in her favorite navy blue blanket, a gift from Renee the previous Christmas, and made herself a rather comfortable-looking nest.

Neil glances to the clock on the bedside table. It reads 5:47am.

“Hey, Pipes,” he croaks out. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”

“Mhmm. Couldn’t sleep. Too excited.” That excitement is clear in her voice, but she’s trying to keep quiet so the three still sleeping creatures in the room won’t be disturbed.

They discover that her efforts were in vain as a muffled, “Why would you possibly be excited for school?” comes from beneath the covers somewhere to Neil’s left. Andrew pulls himself up into a sitting position, mirroring Neil and moving closer to him, their shoulders touching as they gaze at the little girl who has unintentionally woken them both.

“Daaaaad, you know how important a good education is these days.”

“Yeah okay, sure, but you’re six years old. Ivy Leagues aren’t going to judge your grades from kindergarten,” Andrew insists. “And furthermore, it doesn’t really matter, because any day now the zombie apocalypse is going to make higher education obsolete.”

Neil can’t hold back his smile as the two launch into the argument they have at least once a week. She may be six years old, but she’s smarter than the two of them combined.

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anonymous asked:

Inquisition advisors reaction when the inquisitor has a panic attack during a particularly intense war room meeting

Leliana: She can see it coming, in a way. Keen eyes notice the shaking hands and slight stutter on the words, and so when the Inquisitor buries their head in their hands she is quick to move to their side. Without touching them until she gets permission she urges them into one of the chairs in the room and tells Cullen to shut the blinds. Her bard voice – the softer cadence and calmer intonation- is best suited for them in this moment, and she does not leave their side until they are calmer again.

Josephine: It throws her a little, turning around to look at the inquisitor only to be met with empty air. But it’s not hard to follow the sobbing breaths under the table, and there the ambassador finds their normally fearless leader. This is a task too great for any one person, and in truth in the face of the much easier task of simply going to school far from home Josephine had had similar episodes. Disregarding both protocol and her clothing she crawls under the desk to sit next to them, and eventually the absurdity of the situation has them giggling hysterically. Josephine will aslo subtly lighten their schedule for several days afterwords.

Cullen: Maker how many times has he been in this scenario? He’s backed himself into enough corners to understand exactly why they are trying to barricade themselves, and if they allow it he is the first to approach them. The fur mantle is a fantastic guard- one of the reasons he wears it constantly- and when he proffers it they are quick to bundle themselves away for a time. Josephine and Leliana go about making the room dim and quiet, but the commander does not leave their side until the moment passes. It helped him to have someone watching his back.

–Mod Fereldone

Battered and Bruised Ch. 7 (Bucky x reader)

Hello friends. Today is a lovely day and I’m so happy to be here. Writing fanfiction is something I really enjoy doing. Not only does it help me de-stress, and become a better writer, but I’ve also met some really awesome people. I truly appreciate all of you and I wanted to thank you for being here. Over 100 of you are following me now and I love you all. You’re all beautiful. Enjoy this next chapter of Battered and Bruised. xoxo

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Cursing, angst

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Masterlist 


“F/N, you need to let go of me. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you again.” He whipped his head towards you. His furrowed brows and tear stained face broke your heart. He pulled you into a tight hug, trying to take in your smell one last time, so he wouldn’t forget it. You body was heaving with every sob as he held you to his body.

“I love you F/N. I always have and I always will.”


When he let you go, he hurried out of the room and down the hall. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he tried to get away from you, as far as he could. He didn’t want to hurt you. He couldn’t be close to you anymore. He was so afraid of hurting you again, afraid that he actually might kill you. 

He stumbled down the hall to the elevator, the tears in his eyes clouding his vision. He heard your wail. He could hear the anguish in your voice and it ripped his already aching heart in half. He leaned up against the wall, furiously pressing the button to go down, like pressing it more was going to make it come faster. As soon as it opened he got in and made sure that it went straight to the garage. He couldn’t let anybody see him this way. When the doors slid closed, and knowing he was completely alone, he sobbed, gripping his hair at the scalp and a scream filled with endless suffering filled the small elevator. He looked into the tile wall, his reflection staring back at him. A monster’s reflection. That was a what he saw. A destroyer of beauty and nothing more. He tried to stifle his cries as the doors opened. He threw on his hood and looked down, making eye contact with no one. When sat down in the car, he punched the steering wheel and yelled, the cries he had been holding in were finally being let out. He couldn’t drive, not like this. So, he sat in the driver’s seat for what was probably a good hour, crying. He loved you, of course he did. But, that’s why he had to do this. 

He would have rather lost you like this, knowing that you’re alive and safe, than lose you all together.

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Just Friends

Anon asked: Taeyong angst with the girl wanting him and him not being aware of it! Thank uuuuuu

You wish you could be more than just friends with Taeyong. But you knew that’s all you were ever going to be.

Can 300% guarantee this is not what you wanted but. here you go…? enjoy…?

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Amarte Es Un Placer (Part 8)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2,315

Warnings: None.

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

A/N: And let it begin! Omg. I’m soooo excited! Ahhhhh *screams incoherently*

Originally posted by imagineslytherin


Swept up in the excitement of discovering a new world beyond Wizarding England, you let Draco lead you towards the vast fields surrounding the Burrow. Pansy and Hermione were chatting excitedly about the new club they wanted to visit as Ron grumbled about first getting a few drinks before he was forced to dance with Hermione.

Finally, you stopped a few hundred feet away from the house and you tilted your head at Draco, a brow raised in curiosity. He winked and took your hands, leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

“We are going to apparate to the Leaky Cauldron,” he informed you.

You couldn’t help but to snort. “Well, someone should fix that cauldron if it’s leaking.”

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Unconventional (Asa x reader)

Summary: you go to a convention in your hometown, where there just happens to be a Miss Peregrine’s panel.

Warning (s): I guess it’s slightly sexual near the end, but nothing super explicit. Not like smut or anything. Just mention of it, that’s all. There shouldn’t be that much swearing either.


Enjoy! x

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anonymous asked:

Mcdonalds AU - yuuri sees victor and his heart mcflurries / victor looks at yuuri but its not a bro thing no no they're mcflirtin' / victor's heart used to be cold and empty but he met yuuri and now its a gold mcnugget

what the sexual tension in that McDonald’s would be like:

Originally posted by leonseff

You’re the Only Ones that I Need                  Word Count: 1817

Evan stretched and yawned lightly. He turned to his side, expecting his arms to hit another body but he was instead met with empty blankets that were still a little warm. Of course, Ohm had already gotten up. He was probably downstairs, maybe in the kitchen, or living room. Before Evan could investigate his theory though, a warm arm draped across his side.

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Things I won’t accept gintama ending before having them :

● Tatsuma’s past
● Gintoki’s life before shouyou
● how takasugi met matako
● Takasugi
● Utsuro’s true feelings as shouyou (bitch wants to convince us that he still was empty after he met ginoji/shinsuke and the cinnamon roll katsura)
● A whole chapter of gintoki and takasugi talking and clearing things out (a little hug would be great)
● Oboro saying some cool shit without getting slayed 5 seconds after it (lol)
● Kamui hugging kagura and she telling him that he’s still the idiot big brother he once was
● Madao getting a job because that’s how gintama will end.

You're Just My Type

I may have gone a little overboard on this one. It was just so much fun.


When, with a resounding ‘pop!’, the lights first went out, Robin didn’t think anything of it. Power outages, even in the Tower with its state of the art systems, happened. It was an unfortunate fact of living in a city with villains such as Overload and Mumbo, especially in a structure as tall as the Tower. Robin had it on good authority that the roof tended to serve as an impromptu lightning rod when necessary. (Raven had been in a distinctly bad mood, accompanied by several days of bad hair days, after that encounter.) As such, it was without concern that he settled in to wait the minute or so it would take for the backup generators to kick in and let him get back to work.

Ten minutes later, still in complete darkness, Robin was forced to concede that something was definitely wrong with more than just the power lines, and with a sigh, he got up to go figure out the problem. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long. It wasn’t until he reached the door and it refused to open, no matter how hard he tugged, that he remembered something that was about to make his life much more complicated.

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CALL OUT POST: YUMORAIL
@yumoirail


1. IS REALLY FUCKING TALENTED WTF

2. takes my breath away (with her art and as a person)

3. IS FUCKIN GAYYYYYYYYYYYY

4. IS THE CUTEST GF IN THE WORLD, and i love her <3

5. makes me associate our relationship with kiribaku 

6. is too fuCKING GOOD!

7. is really supportive and sweet, wow \(0o0)/



we really have a lot of nerve making fun of cats getting in boxes when i have never once in my life met an empty paper cup that i didnt immediately put on my face and suck the air out of in order to keep it there