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Change Your Mind || Part 4

Synopsis: Jimin is finally returning home to Busan after a few years of college. His friend, Jungkook, tags along as well. Rather than being interested in the new sights, he finds his eyes following Jimin’s old friend- you.

Originally posted by jikookgifs

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook // (childhoodFriend!AU/FWB!AU/hella ham love triangle)

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4072

SERIES: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

A/N: tbh it ain’t even smut this chapter, srry- just suggestive

the final is coming soon btw

and i also apologize in advance

All it takes is one glance of that single kiss to set his heart ablaze.

Displeasure waves throughout his body, anger coursing through his veins while his mind becomes a whirlwind of who to blame: you or Jimin? It is the scene of Jimin crashing his lips over your own to create a heated battle that makes Jungkook’s irritable questions eradicate. Though, it is also something else.

It is the moment when his suspicions get confirmed- the suspicions of your swaying feelings from him and Jimin, and who you choose.

His stare is tantalizing, flames mixing with the disappointment in his clouding eyes. Your mouth hangs open and you want to voice out the truth, but no words come out. The thick silence wraps around Jimin’s neck, practically choking him speechless. Somehow Jungkook’s raging presence is enough to still the entire room; the look of vexation crossing his face shakes you up- an expression you have not feasted upon before.

“Well?” Jungkook breaks the quietude and grits his teeth, “Can someone answer me?”

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anonymous asked:

(lowercase) now heres some cute domesticity to get a little break from all the smut: pet names. specifically otabek using all if the kazakh pet names he can imagine. and when yuri asks what they mean he gets a little bit flustered bc how the fuck do you tell your boyfriend that youve been calling him "my soul" all day?

This actually made me tear up

why is Otabek so romantic and why are they so in love

Once Upon a Winter’s Morn

Perhaps this is cheating, but since it fits both the Capitol Treats prompt (sort of) for @everlarkedalways‘ #merryeverlark for Dec 12th and the Snow prompt for @loveinpanem‘s Dec 13th challenge, I’m tagging both. Also, I’m posting at a time when it’s technically the 12th where I am but it’s the 13th almost everywhere else. Lol. Thank you, lovely ladies for running these events and keeping the fandom alive. That last bit needs to be said in your best Haymitch voice. ;-)

This is not beta’d and was written rather hastily, so all mistakes are entirely mine. And I need to tag one more person, @ohmakemeahercules, who asked for: “How about Everlark: Peeta recreates the hot chocolate recipe from the Capitol?” Thank you, dear, I appreciate the prompt! <3

The snow storm arrived with no warning, several weeks earlier in the year than usual, dropping three feet of thick powder onto the ground of District Twelve, and trapping its residents inside their homes. As several made attempts to leave their newly built homes for their various jobs in the early hours of the morning, they discovered how ill-equipped they were. District Twelve had plenty of shovels for construction, pointed and spade shaped for breaking ground, but few people had ordered flat edged snow shovels yet.

Each of the Twelve houses of Victor’s Village came equipped with a fully furnished garden shed. Not that Victors were expected to perform such remedial tasks as gardening or shoveling snow from their walkways. Generally speaking, they could afford to hire someone to do it for them. But the Victors of Twelve had never been just your average Victor.

They started their mornings much as they had all done for the past few months. Peeta rose early, gently kissing Katniss’ forehead and brushing aside her hair to ask if she wanted breakfast before she went into the woods. On a gloomy day with snow blanketing the earth, Katniss tended to prefer the comfort of her bed, though. Such a day made her think too much about where she spent her last winter.

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And the danger was always there. But he didn't care. Or maybe he didn't know.

i guess i’ll have to learn to be delicate (with your heart)

Fluff Friday: November 18 “Big & Little”

Not particularly shippy. Featuring: Sakura and Kakashi, with guest appearances by Naruto, Sai, Yamato, Tsunade and Shizune. Would nod vaguely at canon if they were to pass in the street.

This is de-aged fic. Neither Sakura nor chibi!Kakashi are particularly thrilled, but Naruto thinks it’s hilarious.

Sakura’s just coming up on the end of a long, long hospital shift when she hears the commotion in the lobby. She pauses, letting her attention stray from the medical chart she’s updating to trying to decipher the noise two floors down, but the distance muffles everything to only the dull rise and flow of voices. She cocks her head, listening to no avail.

“Haruno-sensei?” the chūnin perched on the bed dares prompt.

She frowns and shakes her head, turning back to her patient. If she’s needed, Shizune will send one of the nurses to fetch her. Until then, she has work to finish.

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no regrets


heyy could you do 27 and/or 28 with Tae and Jungkook? <3

27:“No. Regrets.” 
28:“How drunk was I?” 

this is my first time writing a member x member so i hope i don’t piss off any taekook/vkook fans lmao. i hope you like this ! 

stereotypical vegas wedding!au

Originally posted by taeguk


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In which Carmilla make a deal. Her total loyalty to her vampire family against Silas’ (and therefore Laura’s) safety.


The dust of dust.
We are the apple of God’s eye.
We are infinite as the universe we hold inside.

“Let there be light, let there be light, let me be right.”

With golden string
our universe was brought to life,
that we may fall in love
every time we open up our eyes.

Sleeping At Last - SUN


(sorry for the long post, and for my undecipherable handwriting)

Halfway Gone

Summary: a somewhat detailed request for readerxdean wherein Dean just can’t seem to figure out his feelings for the reader (and manages to kind of look like an ass in the process)

Warnings: some mentions of crusty ol’ dried blood, but otherwise none <3

There will be a Part 2 if y’all would like :)

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All I See Is You

@demisexualhale Isaac, my dear bro, you know I love you. I admire your drive to write so much and it’s actually inspiring. I haven’t written this much in so long and it’s all thanks to you! So, I tried to write you some fluff. I don’t know where the angst came from, and this is kinda inspired by Deathbeds by Bring Me The Horizon, and I’m gonna stop this nervous rambling and hope you like it.  Stay awesome, my friend, and have a very happy birthday <3

Note: set in the past, but don’t count on any historical accuracy.

The sunlight catches on Stiles’ eyes like it does on the glass chandeliers in the ballroom at 3 o’clock every day, when the sun breaks out between the trees just right. Stiles’ eyes shine like the sun itself, brightening everything around them. They make the sky bluer and the clouds fluffier. They make the birds sing louder and they warm the air the way the oven warms the kitchen with the sweet scent of jam filled pastries whenever Oliver bakes.

Those are only a few reasons why Stiles has the prettiest eyes in the whole land – and probably, Derek thinks, in the whole world. They glint in a more gracious way than the fur of their most prized red chestnut thoroughbred when freshly groomed. And even gold has nothing on the honey brown color in Stiles’ eyes that thrives with passion whenever Stiles’ talks. His eyes widen and contract in perfect harmony with Stiles’ rising and falling tone. The speckles of moles and faded sun-induced freckles that frame Stiles’ face only perfect the picture. Stiles is a masterful compilation of creamy pale skin – only reddened by the flush that ever so often befell his cheeks when he talked so fast that he lost his breath.

Derek could stare at just Stiles’ face for hours and never get bored – the way Stiles will bite his lips or let them stretch into a signature smirk that makes Derek’s stomach flop. Not to mention how much Derek likes watching Stiles aside from that, with his wild hands and surprise jerks. Stiles thrives with energy. He tells a story with every inch of his body.

Stiles is the most magnificent thing Derek has ever seen and he’s seen Lydia Martin who is rumored to be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. Derek doesn’t see the appeal, not when he gets to look at Stiles every single day.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” Stiles accuses and smacks Derek’s chest with the back of his hand. Derek grunts and finally looks away from the boy lying next to him, who had pulled his eyebrows together and pursued his lips in his most accusatory expression. Reaching for the hands that is resting on his chest, he closes his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind.

“When do I ever listen to you, Stiles?”

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Exo Masterlist

Nearest & Dearest (Kai Father AU)



Christmas with Exo series

Xiumin | Luhan | Kris | Suho | Lay | Baekhyun
Chen | Chanyeol | D.O | Tao | Kai | Sehun


















  • Getting Feminine Products ~ Exo M |
Gone - Pt. 2

Pairing: Aaron x Reader

Word Count: 1,610

Request: yes!  Request here

@marvelfanlife -  Could you turn gone into a multi fic please? It’s so good! and hotch needs to know about the baby! 💕

@blrthelines -  Ahhhhh I need more of “Gone”!!!!!!

Anon -  Ahh I love “Gone”, can you please continue it?? Pretty please!💕

Warnings: None

Summary: Recap: Y/N is devastated when Aaron and Jack flee into witness protection to hide from Mr.Scratch, who has been stalking Jack.  In order to keep her protected, Hotch tells the reader via note to stay put and not try to look for or contact him or Jack.  Oh, and she just so happens to be pregnant with his child.

Part One

Originally posted by thomas-gibson-daily

You’d only been inside the BAU a few times, usually to surprise Aaron on his birthday or to bring Jack on his.  

But this time, when you walked through the doors to the bullpen, your legs felt almost as if they were going to collapse under you, knowing the weight of the situation, and seeing Agent David Rossi carrying boxes out of Aaron’s office just made the realization of your worries worse.  He wasn’t here.  Of course, in your heart you knew he wouldn’t be, but something in you told you to check, told you that maybe he would be waiting for you in the BAU to give you a real goodbye.

Penelope Garcia walked up to the door of Aaron’s office, her red eyes were evidence that she’d been crying.  Slowly, she pulled his name plate from the door, sighing and holding it close to her heart.  When she turned around, she caught your eyes, a confused look crossing her face.

“Y/N?” you heard beside you.  You looked over to see JJ walking towards you with Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Where is he,” were the first words that came out of your mouth.

“He’s not here,” she replied, looking at you with concern.  

“Ms. Y/L/N,” David said from Aaron’s door.  He motioned for you to join him, and you hesitantly did so, feeling the eyes of your boyfriend’s coworkers on you.

“Where’s Aaron?” you asked as soon as you got to the door.  He motioned for you to step inside, and when you did, he came in behind you and shut the door behind him.  “Why did you move his stuff?” you asked between your tears.

“I need you to listen very carefully, Y/N,” Dave said.  “You might want to sit down for this.”  You obliged and sat in the chair across from Aaron’s - or what used to be Aaron’s.  

“What’s going on?” you asked, still unable to wrap your head around the fact that he was gone.  That Jack was gone.  They were gone.  Vanished.  Gone.

“Aaron turned in his resignation this morning.  He came to me and told me that Lewis was at Jack’s school today,” he started, leaning against the now vacated desk.  “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but he and Jack have been admitted into witness protection.”

Your heart felt like it sank into your stomach.  

They’re gone.

“It was ultimately his decision.  He didn’t want to drag you any deeper into the situation, so he decided to keep you out of it.”

They’re gone.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

They’re gone.

The mantra continued to play in your head, over and over you heard the words you were most scared of.  

Instinctively, you put your hands to your stomach.  Tears flowed freely to meet the fabric of your shirt, soaking into the blanket over your unborn child.

“They’re gone,” you said aloud.  It was the first time you spoke the words aloud despite hearing them so clearly in your head.

“I think it would be best to lay low for a while.  We can get you a protective unit if you’d like,” David told you.

“I- I need to talk to him,” you said, clutching at your stomach, wanting the little bundle of joy to have a father.

“I’m afraid you can’t,” David said sadly, inching closer to you, careful eyes watching yo as if you might break, but the truth was, you’d broken long ago when you found the note on your kitchen counter.

“No, you don’t understand,” you said, standing up, your legs surprisingly not failing you.  “I need to talk t-to him, please, you have to know where he is.”

“I don’t, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Then you have to know someone who knows where he is, p-please David,” you said.  You were backing to the door, trying to keep your balance

“Y/N.  I’m sorry, but there is no way to contact him.  He’s gone,” he replied, his voice slightly raising.  He didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already had been.

“Please,” you whispered.  “Please.”

He only shook his head and sighed, not know what else to tell you.  The once strong and fearless woman he once knew was crumbling in front of him, and despite what he did for a living, he suddenly didn’t know how to handle telling you that you may never see your boyfriend ever again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice slightly shaking.  Rossi was hard to break, but here you were, managing to do it.

“I have his baby,” you said, your voice still a soft whisper.  David looked at you, shock evident in his features.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked you, his voice rising in pitch.

“I didn’t get to tell him,” you said, burying your head into your hands.

They’re gone.

Alone and pregnant is not exactly how you pictured spending your birthday, but you were glad you weren’t at work with all your annoying coworkers.  Instead, you thought it would be nice to have yourself a bubble bath, candles lit and Frank Sinatra playing in the background.

Once you spent the day relaxing and eating cake by yourself, you thought it would be nice to head to the BAU.

Ever since Aaron was admitted into witness protection, you kept in close touch with his former team members.  Having them made it easier, especially since the loss of their team captain wasn’t exactly easy on them either.  They were able to comfort you, and you them.  

Walking through the doors of the bullpen, you were met with the sight of the whole BAU team sitting around a desk that was decorated with balloons and cupcakes and confetti.  They were all huddled around, moving things around as if to make it look more presentable.  

When Dr. Reid looked up from the present JJ was holding, he saw you and sighed.

“Uh, surprise?” he said.  The rest of the team halted their actions and turned around, all seemed upset when they saw you since the surprise was ruined.

“Is this all for me?” you asked, setting your leftover cake on the table with the rest of the goodies.

“Yeah.  I was going to call you when it was all set up and we were going to turn the lights off and everything.  Big surprised ruined,” Penelope said with a slight frown.  “But happy birthday !” she said, smiling and pulling you in for a hug, your eight and a half months pregnant belly making it harder to get close to your friend. 

“Aw, guys.  This is amazing thank you,” you said, giving each member of the team a hug, feeling tears prick at you eyes.

“Hey, now, don’t you cry on us,” Dr. Lewis said, squeezing your shoulder.

“I’m just so glad I wasn’t alone in all of this,” you said, motioning to your protruding stomach.  “Thank you all.”

“Anything for you, sweets,” Penelope said, handing you a present.

“You guys didn’t have to-” before you could finish, there was a sharp pain in your abdomen.  You stopped and held it for a second, wincing at the aching.

“Oh, no.  Are you okay?” Luke asked, holding onto your elbow.

“She’s going into labor,” JJ said calmly.

“No I’m not, I’m not due until next month,” you stated.

“Doesn’t matter, hon,” JJ said simply, pulling you towards the door.

Thirteen hours later, your baby boy was born.  He had your eyes, Aaron’s nose, and his dark, dark hair.  You smiled down at your son, happy tears running down your cheeks. 

JJ was in the room with you the whole time, walking you through the process.

“He’s beautiful,” she told you, grinning down at the two of you.

“Isn’t he?” you choked out.  He was so calm and small and beautiful.  Just incredibly beautiful.  And he was all yours.

And Aaron’s.

But Aaron was gone.

“Aaron,” you said down to your baby.  “Aaron Jack Hotchner.”

“Hi baby Aaron,” JJ said, waving to the tiny boy who was opening his eyes.  “I’m your aunt JJ.”

“Can we come in?” Penelope said from the door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, please,” you said, wanting your practical family to meet the newest member.

“Oh my goodness,” the bubbly blonde said after laying eyes on Aaron Jr.  “He looks just like you.”

“And his father,” Emily said with a smile.

But his father isn’t here.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” David said, giving you a peck on the forehead.

You couldn’t contain your happiness.  You had the most beautiful son in the world in your arms, and although his father was absent in the moment, you felt everything but lonely surrounded by the ones you loved, knowing that every agent in the room would help you raise Aaron as if he were their own.

He was the son of their former partner and unit chief, of course they would.

But he was gone.

“Can I hold him?” Reid asked sheepishly.  You grinned and nodded your head, holding up your son carefully to let the doctor take him.

His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.

Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name.  He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep.  He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.

They were gone.

a/n: This is a quick Calum blurb that I came up with while watching TV. Nothing too fancy, but I hope you enjoy. xx

After Throwing on your skin tight, black compression shorts and a razor back tank, your fingers work on pulling your hair up into an elastic hair tie. “What are you dressed like that for?” Calum questions, walking back towards the bunk you were currently finishing getting dressed next to, mouth still chewing at the food he was eating a few moments prior at the bus’ kitchen table.

“I’m coming with you today.” You excitingly chirp out, hands clapping together in front of you as you turn your direction towards his towering figure beside you. “Ohhh is that so?” Calum chuckles, amused at how cute you looked all decked out in your workout attire.

“Yup.” You reply with a pop, walking over a few feet to wrap your arms around his waist, “I like to see you sweat.” You whisper with a wink, kissing softly under his chin- the slight stubble tickling your puckered lips. “I bet you do.” Calum mumbles, leaning down to place a slow kiss on your awaiting lips.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Calum reaches down to grab at your ass. “I like these.” He moans against your lips, rubbing at your compression shorts, currently resting tightly on your hips. “I bet you do.” You retaliate, mimicking his statement moments before.

“Cheeky.” He smiles, retreating from your figure to get dressed himself. “We’ll be at the venue in about 15 minutes, let’s see what you got.” Calum winks, fumbling through his messy suitcase for his favorite pair of meshed shorts, sighing happily when he finds them.

“20 more.” Calum Instructed. With his knees on either side of your feet, arms grabbing at your smooth calves to hold your feet in place, Calum motions for you to continue with your sit ups. “I think I’m going to die, right here, right now, on this very mat.” You cry out, arms slung across your eyes as your chest heaves up and down with deep breaths.

“You’re being over dramatic baby.” Calum chuckles, rubbing soothing circles into your calves. “My stomach hurts.” You pout, crossing your clammy hands over your muscle clenching waist. “I think my abs are growing.”

Laughing at your statement, Calum begins again, mentioning “You made me finish mine, and that was 5 sets of 20. You’re on set 2 baby doll.”

“I know.” You sighed, mouth open in exhaustion.

“But..” Calum continued, “I’m not going to force you into doing something you don’t want to do.” Rubbing at the smooth skin of your bent, spread out legs, Calum smiles down at your worn out figure reassuringly.

“Is it stupid of me to say I came not only because I wanted to watch you work out, but also because I wanted to try, obviously fail” you exasperate, outstretching your arms in the air, “at looking a tad bit better for you.” Your voice lowering slightly at the end of your statement, red tinted cheeks flushed as embarrassment sinks itself in.

“Baby…” Calum cooed, signaling for you to sit up as he took a spot next to you on the mat. With his legs now bent out in front of him, Calum moves his muscular arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest. “In no way whatsoever, do you or will you ever need to do a fucking thing to make yourself look ‘better’ for me baby girl.”

Sighing into his shoulder, you wrap your arms around his sweaty waist. “I know, I just…” You pause trying to find the right words to say, “you’ve been working out so much, and while I know you’re not doing it for me- I can’t help but feel compelled to do something for you, as horrible as that may sound.” Your voice slightly muffled as you continue to push your face into his chest, wanting to feel him as close to you as possible.

“Y/n, listen to me when I say this.” Calum sternly states, looking down at your cuddling figure latching yourself into him. “I’ve never been more attracted to someone than I am with you. Not only are you sexy as hell..” Calum moans a little, reaching down your back to squeeze your ass in his palm, fingers flexing over your skin tight shorts. “But you’re everything I could have ever hoped for in a girl. First of all, you laugh at my jokes.” Calum mumbles, eyebrows raising slightly as he smiles at the sound of your chuckle. “You genuinely care about my passion for music. You wait to continue our favorite tv shows until we’re together again….”

“Actually….” You chime out slowly, biting your lip as you look up at Calum with guilty eyes. “I finished stranger things a week before joining you back on tour.”

“Well then.” Calum shakes his head, a pretending scowl possessing his face, “I guess this is it. We have to break up.”

Snuggling closer into his body, you refuse to let him go. “I’m not going anywhere.” You mumble against his shirt, eyes clenching shut as you inhale his scent. “And neither am I.” Calum promises, squeezing you further into his chest as he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “So if you came to work out because you want to look better for me, you’re wasting your time because there isn’t a damn thing I’d change about you.” Calum strongly states, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“I love you.” You say, looking up into Calum’s loving eyes. “I love you too baby.” He responds, leaning down to quickly peck your lips, smiling when he feels you smile into the kiss.

“Can we quit, and go have shower sex now?” You question against his mouth, pulling against his bottom lip slightly. “This is why you’re my girl.” Calum chuckles, quickly leaping from his position on the mat, lending his hand out for you to pull yourself up.

As soon as you stand up, Calum lifts your body into his arms bridal style, earning a shrieking gasp from you. “It’s quicker this way.” Calum laughs. “You walk too slow.” Scoffing in his hold, you slightly slap his chest, as your other hand holds firmly around his neck. This boy was such a goof, but he was your goof, and you couldn’t be happier if you tried.