genre: angst
Your Man - Quixoticity - Glee [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Rachel Berry, The Warblers, Sebastian Smythe, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, Sam Evans
Additional Tags: Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Smut, Rachel is still Fanny, Karaoke, No Blaine/Karofsky

Set in season 6, after the weird rainy break-up (no Blaine-Karofsky because I just can’t, with that).

Blaine leaves NYADA but doesn’t go back to Lima, instead he transfers to Tisch and starts picking up the pieces while still in New York, figuring out who he is without one Kurt Hummel.

Kurt runs into him at a karaoke bar six months later and realises he made a big mistake in letting Blaine go - but is it too late to salvage anything from the wreckage of their relationship?

A story of re-connection, and falling back in love.

Blue Blooded (M)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

: You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 8.6k+

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: Requested by @forever-young-got7! Because Jin really is royalty, isn’t he?

Ever since that night you’ve keep asking yourself. What did you do wrong? Was it the way you looked? Something you said, something you didn’t say? Did he just… hate you?

If anyone had asked you prior to your marriage to Prince Seokjin, you would have never even entertained the notion of him hating anyone. The man just seemed too perfect, not only in looks, but in disposition as well, never one to lack poise, always composed. The few times you and your family had visited him prior to the wedding, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

And certainly it didn’t seem like he disliked you, in fact it seemed to be the opposite, even if there seemed to be some distance between the two of you but you attributed this to the fact that you had not known each other for very long, and had expected things to gradually change once you two had actually wed.

The warm expression on his face as you walked down the aisle gave you a hopeful outlook on what the rest of your marriage would be like. However, it all came crashing down later that night.

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Originally posted by jeonify

note: late.  sorry.  

Prompt: Day 3 (9/28/16): “No offense, but I really don’t like you.” (Jungkook)




You are a nervous wreck as you make your way up the stairs to a trendy rooftop bar.  Of course, your body language doesn’t betray your discomfort; if anything, you slow your heel-clad strides to give the illusion of careless calm.  You had debated on whether or not to skip out entirely on this informal high school reunion.  You weren’t exactly close with anyone from back then, and you barely kept in touch with the few friends you did make.  

Still, the pettiest part of you had clawed out from the deepest corner of your heart when you saw in group chat that Jeon Jungkook was going to show up.  Nerves or not, you knew you’d be there to see him.  

And you’d make sure to get your apology.

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Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop
An Archive of Our Own
By Organization for Transformative Works

By who_la_hoop | Harry/Draco | NC-17 | 114,000

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

Genre: Soulmarks, pining, angst, UST, eighth year, slow burn

My Comments: This is such a beautiful fic. My heart <3 Their characterizations are spot on, their love is beautiful, and they’re both such idiots but it’s great. 

anonymous asked:

Oh my my I've been craving so much fluff lately and you, one of my favorite writers, just happens to be taking requests. So could I have a fluffy scenario in which Katsuki's s/o tells him she's pregnant? Thx!! ^~^

This is such a cute request and tbh, I feel like I ruined it? (゚口゚;)/ but—but I still hope you enjoy the request, sweetie! and now I feel like I disappointed you b/c you called me one of your favorite writers, yet I give you this shitty response. (´;ω;`)

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choosing my confessions

Title: choosing my confessions
Author: quietregulus
Rating: R
Word Count: 38,200 Approx.  
Summary: After much deliberation and several unhealthy coping methods, Harry decides to go to a Muggle mental health support group. Who else would be there but Draco Malfoy?
Content/Warning(s): Mental Health Issues, mention of past self harm

This story is such a beautiful journey. As the summary says, it starts as Harry goes for the first time to a Muggle mental health support group and in his very first visit he runs into Draco.

He promised Hermione he’d go though, because for a long, long time Harry hasn’t been doing well and his friends have been worried. So he keeps going and making friends with other people in the group, and after one screaming match (according to Harry’s new friend Sam, the first ever in the group – trust Harry and Draco to break that record ^^), they finally decide to be civil. They go to a pub together to celebrate Sam’s birthday (who is a wonderful OC!) and, well. You know, one things leads to another and they do the deed right there and then.

And then again the following week which turns to so much more. And it’s brilliant, to see them getting better together, to see them talking and arguing and moving on.

There’s Ron and Hermione who are lovely, and Luna and Ginny who are also beyond awesome. It’s a beautiful story.
Potential Gravity
By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | NC-17 | 32.500

Angst | Hurt | Post-Hogwarts

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.


Harry and Draco are Auror partners and Harry really likes that. What he doesn’t like is that Draco is moving to fucking Beirut. So what does Harry do? Well, Harry, he loses it.

I honestly loved this. Every single second. I couldn’t stop reading and I’m forever grateful for the gods leading me to this fic (or you know seeing someone else rec it but you know same, same). There’s an enormous (red. great) amount of the word fuck, Harry’s seeing a mind healer, just really angsty!Harry, like for real, angsty times a hundred and then some more, Draco and Harry are just amazing, Luna, Ron and Hermione are the best and the pining omg the pining (HNNNNNGG)!! 

Something I especially love in this fic are that even though you’re an Auror, you still specialises in something, which is so realistic!! Harry and Ron specialises in explosive magic, Draco in healing magic and other in forensics and so on. I’ve never seen it before and now that I have I just really, desperately, want more of it. 

It’s not all angsty fun though, my heart has been torn to pieces several times and I’ve been crying for Harry throughout the entire fic. Read it. Enjoy the pain and the love you feel when reading about these two. 

Ring Three Times

note: I haven’t written scenarios/fanfics in a really long time.  the next 30 days is going to be for warm up.

Prompt: Day 1 (9/26/16): The phone rings three times, and against your better judgement you pick up, knowing full well that anything he says will have you forgiving him.  (based on a scene from Oh Haeyoung Again) (Yoongi)




“Go home.”  

Yoongi’s voice is cold, a sharp contrast to how hot it is with the air conditioning broken in your assigned room.  Luxury vacation home, your ass.


“Go. Home,” he repeats himself, clenching his jaw and glaring at you.  You’ve never seen him this mad, especially not at you.  “I don’t want you here.” 

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Unhook the Stars
By Organization for Transformative Works

4 Chapters | NC-17 | 70.000

Smut | Romance | Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Post-Hogwarts

“Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people – with words. Guest appearances by Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, Gregory Goyle, the Weird Sisters, ex-wives, several Weasleys, a Boggart, and a Honey Badger.



So after a million years, a summer and a lunch I have FINALLY pulled myself the fuck together and read this masterpiece! And what a ride that was *hearteyes emoji*

Draco is a high end prostitute and Harry has the perfect idea of hiring him, because you know, why not hire your ex-schoolmate/”nemesis”, to fuck you, that sounds pretty normal right? Well these boys are pretty messed up, so they could do worse.

The sex is hoooooooooooooot!! The BDSM is done beautifully, the aftercare (which often lacks in fics imo) which Draco insist on despite Harry not always wanting it, is great and very much appreciated. Oh and Harry wears a collar 24/7 and it’s such a fucking turn on. God I love well-written bdsm .. The sex is the best too. Graphic and filthy, but still so much more than just sex. The sex is a pretty big part of the fic and it’s here where you learn so much about these two young men. Oh and another thing, when Harry’s in subspace he will sometimes speak in parseltongue (!!!). Recommended to not read this at work :)

I love these two boys, their characterizations are perfect, they never do/say something or act like someone they’re not. They have their problems from the war and their families and deal with it, in pretty unconventional ways, but hey it’s Draco and Harry we’re talking about. 

So we have our angst (because what is a fic without angst), sex, humour, romance, awkward young men who don’t know how words work, little baby Scorpius WHO IS HE CUTEST, little Teddy, PANSY FUCKING PARKINSON, tea with Narcissa, a puppy-bike and just everything you could want!

Enjoy and remember to leave a comment for the author!

Bit of spoiler warning, just a tiny bit: Draco has a lambo and he calls it his Honey Badger. Worst part? HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT’S A FUCKING LAMBORGHINI! Rich little brat prop walked into the most fanciest muggle car dealership and asked for the most expensive car they had … 

anonymous asked:

do you know of any fake marriage wolfstar aus? I'm dying to read one but can't seem to find one :)


That is a tricky one! There are quite a few fake/pretend relationship fics floating around but ones that are involve a fake marriage specifically are really difficult to find. I managed to find one. Hope you enjoy!

The Big Gay Honeymoon Heist

goldensnitchgetsstitches | Mature | 7,299 words

When Sirius accidentally wins a Honeymoon Getaway (strictly for married couples only) Remus plays along because, hey, free alcohol. What he wasn’t counting on was everything that could possibly go wrong, going wrong. To top it all off, it turns out Sirius is also a method actor. (WIP)

You can find all of the other fake/pretend relationship fics that I have recced in the past, here

Phan: Your Petals Are My Thorns (2/2)

Summary: Dan likes flowers. That’s why he grows them on his thighs whenever he has forbidden thoughts about other men. When Phil comes into his life, Dan’s small garden grows into a field.

Prompt taken from phanfic.
Wordcount: 4.6k
TW: self-harm, religion, homophobia
A/N: I wanted to finish this before I finally drown myself in uni work for the next three months. The ending just kind of came to me while I listened to ‘Iris’ by the Goo Goo Dolls. What a coincidence that an iris is also a beautiful flower. Also I really wanted to thank @silverglimse-productions and @pretty-robot for creating some beautiful art for this story!❤️ Hope you enjoy. :) x


Phil invites him over to his house on a Thursday and Dan decides to accept. He’s been out in town with him a few times now, always making sure to go to place where his parents would never spot them. They wouldn’t approve of Phil, not even without the tattoos and piercing and smoking cigarettes, because there’s still the necklace hidden under his clothes, the one that he always wears just like Dan wears his cross, the Sigil of Baphomet.

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anonymous asked:

There was this fan fic that I was reading it was about Betty and Archie they were dating or engaged or something and then they broke up and she was dating jughead and Archie didn’t know.

Hello, Grayface! I’m PRETTY SURE that you’re looking for probably the most painful fic I’ve ever read…. because it’s painful in it’s awesomeness and I have a hard time believing that the author is actually real. She assures me she is - so we’ll just have to believe her. ANYWAY - grab some Kleenex and enjoy this ride. The situation you’re describing is the very beginning of Part 3 of this series… hopefully you can get through the end of Part 2 where I was pretty sure I was legitimately going to die of heartbreak. Enjoy! <3 Jandy

tales of an endless heart series by @lessoleilscouchants (¾)

WIP / Rating: Not Rated

Summary: (fic 1)  In the aftermath of tragedy, Archie watches his girl next door build a relationship with a boy who’s not even from the neighbourhood. (fic 2)  The very last time she puts herself together as Betty Cooper, all-American girl next door, she does it to meet Jughead’s foster parents. (fic 3) It’s chilly out, but Betty rolls down her window and reaches her hand outside of the car, the wind rushing between her fingers. Her hair flies into her face but she doesn’t seem to mind. Jughead wants to write her down, every bit of her, in this moment. She’s like something from Kerouac. She’s like something full of feeling. (fic 4)  It’s been years since Jughead wondered if Betty was too good for him, years since he felt insecure - she’s his, he’s hers, they’re it - but nonetheless, he wishes they could just make it official already.
The Voldemort Manor
By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | NC-17 | 40.600

Romance | Angst | Post-War | Post-Hogwarts

The Malfoy Manor is a state run museum, renamed The Voldemort Manor by the Ministry for Magic. As part of his probation, Draco is assigned as sole caretaker. When the Manor hosts a series of high class events celebrating the Wizarding World’s fourth Yuletide season Post War, it brings with it a swathe of people Draco hasn’t seen in years; including one, Harry Potter.


Read this while I was on vacation and man it was wonderful!

Not Bothering To Notice

Originally posted by connorscobalt

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: 18 and 52 with Bellamy Blake? from this prompt list

Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You have no right to say that!”

A/N: This imagine sucks, im sorry. theres a message at the end. This is my sory excuse to write angst btw

Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked Bellamy, confused. Right now, he was looking at you with a tinge of disgust on his face. You couldn’t understand why as you were just doing your job, sorting out the different types of berries into their respected baskets.

“Because you disgust me,” He said with venom laced in his words. His response took you off guard.


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Phan: Matte

Summary: Phil brings home a cat boy named Dan with matted fur and wary eyes on a Wednesday. 
Wordcount: 3.1k
Warnings: past abuse
Beta: legendarygalaxydragon
Prompt: neko!dan was abused by his previous owner, so when Phil buys him he’s really nervous, and calls Phil master. He is perfectly obedient and flips out (like falls to his knees and starts crying and begging for forgiveness and for Phil not to hurt him or kick him out) when he does something wrong. (Kinda angsty but also fluff and happy ending please) 
A/N: Hope you enjoy. :) x

Phil brings Dan home from the local shelter on a Wednesday. The brown fur on his ears and tale is matte, and he keeps his head down at all times from the moment Phil first lays eyes on him.


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Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Angst, Angry Smut 

Notes: I am truly sorry about an adjective I used about Hayley Atwell. I didn’t mean it. :( 

It’s long. (1860 words)

And I suck at endings. 

I hope you like it. Enjoy ;) 

Chris was gone for filming Civil War. Though you were happy and proud about him for doing what he loves, you missed your boyfriend of 3 years very much. You had work to do so you couldn’t travel with him to everywhere he goes for filming. You did try to pay him surprise visits and he did the same to you.

He called you that morning when you were about to enter your office. Between “I miss you”s and talking about your regular stuff, he mentioned that Hayley came to the set and they were going to shoot a dubsmash together. Oh boy you loved Hayley and her silly dubsmash videos. How can you not? You said that you couldn’t wait to watch it before you hung up. You were going to regret that.

Somewhere around noon you had time to take a break from your work and take a quick look on your Twitter. There it was. Team Carter’s winning video.

“Ahahaha oh my god Chris.”

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend. You realized heads turning to you around the office and tried to keep your voice down. You liked it, retweeted it and sent Chris a text message:

“It’s not courteous to stick your tongue out Cap! ;) “

You put your phone back in your bag for you didn’t expect Chris to find time to text back.

Dorks. You thought, still smiling. You shook your head slightly and got up from your desk to go have your lunch.


You were laughing at something Josh said as you walked back to the office with him. Another co-worker and friend Jen was coming from the opposite direction with a look on her face that you couldn’t resolve.

“I’m guessing you didn’t see it?”

She said as she passed by.

“See what?”

You asked but she was gone. You turned to Josh and he gave you a shrug, meaning he doesn’t understand either.

You returned to your desk and opened your computer. Before you started working, you checked you twitter. There was another video. “We celebrated.” Hayley had captioned.

Is this what Jen was talking about?

You started the short video and started watching with a neutral face. That was until:

Wait. What?


You were frozen. That was one hell of a celebration alright! On the outside you couldn’t move but your brain was screaming. You were struggling with your thoughts.

How could they?

Wait they’re just friends.

Friends that kiss?!

It’s just acting Y/N. They kissed before in the movie.

But even that wasn’t heated like this!

As you were contemplating what you saw, you felt a hand your shoulder. You realized you were staring at the looping video for a time now and turned to Josh.

“You OK Y/N ?”

He asked, worried.

“yeah… Yeah I’m, I’m fine.” You mumbled, tears prickling your eyes and anger building inside of you.

“Um. Excuse me. I don’t think I can.. I can” You frantically said and pointed at your computer.

“It’s fine. You go, I’ll cover for you.” he said.

You nodded, grabbed your bag and left the office. Once you were inside your car, you started crying with anger and feeling of betrayal.


Until you arrived home, Chris texted a couple of times and called. You didn’t answer. Not just because you were driving, also because you were too enraged to have a healthy conversation.

At home you took a shower, then put yourself a glass of whiskey but ended up drinking quite a lot. When Chris called for it seemed like the 100th time, you answered.

“What’s going on baby I was worried about you?!” He asked with a rather loud voice.

You snorted “Yeah, right.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Why haven’t you answered my phones?”

“MAYbe because I’m MAD AT YOU!” you yelled. Maybe the alcohol was not a good idea.

“Why are you yelling?! And why would you be mad at me?!”

“You’re right! Why would I be mad at you for making out with some bitch on camera?!”

“Hey hey! Have care how you speak Y/N?”

“Fuck you Evans. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” You said with a lower voice.

“No don’t hang u” |

You already hung up the phone and shut it off. You went to bed and fell asleep with a frown on your face.


Your eyelids were heavy from crying and the slight hangover you were having had made you sleep until afternoon. Groaning you got up.

As you stirred your cereal in your bowl, you thought about last night. You were still going back and forth between your angry, betrayed feels and regret of the reaction you showed.

Door opened and heavy, fast footsteps came closer.

“Y/N ?”


You got up and went to the living room where you found your boyfriend. He looked pissed.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked. Did he just fly all the way here when you were sleeping? For what?

“You shut your phone off. I was worried.” He sounded like his thoughtful, sweet self now.

“Yeah I didn’t wanna be disturbed.”

You were keeping distance. In a normal time, Chris would’ve swooped you in a hug and you two would be giggling like teenagers. But right now, you were both tense and keeping distance from each other.

“What the hell was your outburst last night?”  The irritated tone was back.

“Was I not clear enough?!” You raised your voiced.

“Baby you KNOW Hayley and I are friends. That was just acting for her video. That’s it!”

“NO! If you kiss in a movie, THAT’S acting because you HAVE TO. Did you have to kiss her yesterday? No! You just saw the opportunity and jumped into it!”

“What kinda guy do you think I am Y/N?” he sounded hurt.

“Like I said I was just helping a friend out.” He continued when you stayed silent.

“Wow. What a help. Well, have you ever seen me making out with a friend?” You blinked your eyes to fight back the tears pricking your eyes.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry.” He breathed out as he walked towards you.

You tried to back away but he was fast. He stood in front of you but you refused to meet his eyes.

He held out his hand to you, to hold you.

“No don’t touch me.” you snarled with a frown and swatted his hand away.

“Sweetheart please don’t do this.” He tried to hold you again.

“No fuck off!” you spatted and turned around to walk away but you were stopped by a strong hand on your upper arm.

Chris quickly and harshly turned you around and kissed you. At first you didn’t respond but sometime after, you kissed back. Your grip on his forearm was so strong that your fingernails were painfully digging in. Your tongues fought for dominance but you were determined not to give in. As his hands went your waist, you placed yours on his chest and you pushed him.

He stumbled back a little. If looks could kill Chris thought. You let out a low growl and pulled him for another kiss by holding him by his shirts collar. You ripped the shirt open as buttons fell off and on the floor. Chris lifted your tshirt off your head as you fondled with his belt. His pants, briefs and your pyjama bottom were quick to be discarded.

Chris leaned down to kiss you again. You pushed him down to sit on the couch and straddled him. Then you kissed him with force, claiming his mouth. He let out a growl when you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. You were grinding your hips to his meanwhile and he was hard as rock underneath you. His hands roamed all over your body. He kneaded your ass and groped your breasts. He was not gentle at all. Your hands were in his hair, messing and pulling as you kept kissing.

He ripped off your panties at some point as he broke the kiss. Then slapped your ass hard. You loved it when he got rough but this was your turn. You took his hard cock in your hand and guided it to your hot, aching core. You glided his head a few times over your pussy as you teased both of you and cloaked his member with your wetness. Then you aligned him at your entrance and sat down, taking it all the way in.

You both moaned loudly, having missed the feeling. He held your hips because he wants to take control but you don’t even care. You start to raise yourself up&down, roll your hips forward, all while looking at his pretty, frowning face.

He leaned down to kiss and bite your neck, making sure to leave marks. Then he smacked your ass again. As you let your guard for a second of pleasure, Chris held you and turned you over, hovering himself over you.

“Hey!” you said.

He just grinned deviously and plunged himself back in, fucking you hard. And you let him. He held the arm of the couch with both arms and you wrapped your hands around his giant biceps and squeezed. He started grunting and moaning and you knew he was close. You wrapped your legs around his waist and turned the two of you. Chris fell on his back on the floor with a thud, with you on top of him. The glasses on the coffee table clanked with the force of the fall.

“Ouch!” Chris whined but you shut him with a sloppy kiss. You put one elbow next to his head as you kept kissing his mouth and jaw and neck. He held your hips once again and pushed his hips upwards, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You pushed down to meet his thrusts and your free hand went to his chest.

You nearly screamed his name in the moment of bliss, as a leg trembling orgasm hit you. He followed behind as he shut his eyes and repeated curse words.

You collapsed on top of him as you panted for air. He held you in his arms, holding you tightly. After a while, you lifted your head from his neck and looked him in the eye. You couldn’t stay mad at him. He gave you a sad look.

“I’m sorry darling. I didn’t wanna hurt you. I love you more than anything. I’m sorry.” He said. “Will you forgive me?”

You smiled a little. “I’m sorry too. For what I said. I was just shocked.”

He looked at you with puppy eyes. Damn it.

“I love you too.” You gave the answer he was waiting for. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. Gentle and loving, as it’s supposed to be.

You broke the kiss and lifted your head a little to look at him. You smiled mischievously.


“Well…” You lifted and eyebrow. “You came all the way here. Might as well we enjoy while we can.”

He smiled back and leaned up to kiss you.

The End.