go check out part 1 too

Lots of Love, Lily: Prologue

SUMMARY: Lily and Sirius never really got along, but they never did try to either. One summer will change that. A James/Lily fic through the eyes of a budding Sirius + Lily bromance. [Seventh Year | Jily]

Lily and James in a scene from the Prologue.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 3

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12264 words

Originally posted by minjiminieee

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Man feels good to finally post this. Thanks for being patient ya dumplings (: ICYMI, there was a part 2.5 so check out part 2.5 before reading this!!!

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3.5

Previously…

You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.


Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam, exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally. You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.

You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were glad.

He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.

He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.

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First gif: Korra starts off with some nice firebending punches. Kuvira dodges. 
Second gif: Korra uses a classic firebending spin kick, and follows that up with a punch. 
Third gif: We got some more firebender style moves going on here, but the way the air moves about during that very first punch like a mix of airbender and firebender style to me given how the air moves about–it has a wide radius, and the way it moves about.
Fourth gif: Now THAT’s firebender style. Also, Kuvira earthbends firebender style there with the leg movement. Wait, but also look at the way Korra falls, and jumps back up. Second time something Korra has done has reminded me of Zaheer. Interesting. But also, it makes sense given what’s about to happen. 
Fifth gif:  Ok, I’m going to break down this gif this time to help me out because after that first waterbending style firebending punch, things get way too fast. 

So, anyway, we start out with a waterbender style punch (check out that under hand. Also, Zuko kind of does something similar in Sozin’s Comet Part 1, and it’s what he’s doing in Book 3 when they go after P’Li too).

Then we actually have some kind of classic airbending here, which is a pleasent surprise. Check out that open palm movement Korra has going, and that fighting stance: 

Then we got that classic firebending:

And that more firebender-style air punch:

You guys see whaat I mean by air distrubution being different for airbender and firebender style moves? 

With actual airbending style, the air has a greater radius, and it’s allowed to flow, whereas a firebender style approach leads to the air having a smaller radius with the bender exerting more control over the element 

❧ k.mg | i’m sorry

Originally posted by visual-17

pairing; seventeen mingyu x reader

genre; angst, cursing

synopsis; you get into a fight with mingyu and he starts pulling out every thing you’re insecure about. you just smile and acknowledge everything he says, but while crying.

word count; 1k words

parts; pt. 1, pt. 2

✧ a/n; i can’t find a fierce (?) mingyu gif lol halp but ayy it’s been a while since i’ve written an angst !! i actually need more angsts in my life HAHA if you guys have any good writing accs do let me know & i’ll check them out !! (promote your own blog if you’d like to too hehe) // i just got into a verbal fight with my kinda ? close friend so i’m literally gonna put some parts of the conversation in here heh

Mingyu steps into your shared apartment, energy completely drained from the day’s events. His schedule was packed that day — 2 radio broadcasts, 2 fan signs, 1 music show, and a filming for a commercial. He was naturally beyond exhausted, his shoulders already slouching forward heavily.

You, however, paid no attention to that.

“Mingyu!” you exclaimed, running lightly over to him. You go on your tiptoes to make yourself tall enough to hug him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. Mingyu was your 6-month long boyfriend, and he’s only able to come back once every week due to his idol life, so you naturally get hyper whenever he’s around.

“Hey,” he says softly as his arms coils around you loosely for a bare second, his lips curving up into the tiniest smile. It was barely a smile, really. 

“I missed you!” you said cheerily, letting go of him. 

His small smile forms on his lips once again, this time lingering a little shorter as he makes his way to the couch. He heard that every week, and it was so monotone he found himself questioning the sincere meaning behind those 3 words. He lets out a deep, heavy breath as he sinks into the comfort of its soft cushions.

“How was everything this week?” you asked, going into the kitchen for a moment to pour a glass of water. You continued speaking, regardless, knowing he would still be able to hear you from the living room. 

“I’m not sure if you received the lunchbox I made for you on Thursday. I packed a few extra for you to share with the rest of the boys,” you pointed out, puling the mug you needed out of the cupboard and filling it with water. 

“Yeah, I got it,” you heard him say from the living room. You brought your mug over, taking a sip out of it and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. 

“Great,” you said, smiling. “You know, this week was really hectic for me. Our manager suddenly threw a whole bunch of paperwork to us and we had 2 days to complete it but that Alex guy I told you about helped me a lot and he pretty much even did half of them and I’m honestly so thankful because he helped me submit them all on time,” you ramble on non-stop. 

“And, also, the—”

“Just keep quiet for a second, will you, Y/N?” Mingyu suddenly raised his voice, looking over at you with annoyance written all over his features. You stare back at him in shock and surprise. 

“W-what?”

“Look, honestly, I don’t give half a fuck about whoever this Alex guy is. I don’t really care even if he saved your life or not. Do you really think talking about another guy is a good topic to have a conversation about? Like for fuck’s sake, I know I’m busy all the time, but the least you can do is to not make it so obvious that there’s another important guy in your life!”

Your continued staring at him, his words slowly and painfully processing in your head. Your eyebrows started to furrow, and he just continues his attacks.

“And seriously, you don’t have to send random lunchboxes to the company all the time. We have food provided for us, just so you know — and it’s not any worse than the food you send over. So just stop doing so much unnecessary stuff, Y/N. It just fucking hinders me! You never even listen to whatever I have to say when I’m back, you just go on and on about yourself. Am I your listener or what? Seriously, what kind of relationship is this? The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N!”

Mingyu was shouting. He never does. Mingyu hardly showed any emotion when he’s fatigued. He always politely, and cheerfully, showed interest in your life. But today, everything you said was just wrong, and it made him explode in a way he never did towards you. Mingyu knew you better than anyone did, he knew you weak spots and deepest pains — you were more than an easy target to him. He could easily throw verbal punches that hurt more than physical ones would. Every word was over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the air.

“I—” your breath hitched, a teardrop freeing itself from your eyes. “I just thought—”

Mingyu cut you off. “Well, then you thought wrong.”

His words were like slaps across the face. You just stare at him, your vision already clouded by the tears flooding your eyes as Mingyu continues yelling. The brown of your eyes were beyond glossy. It looked like someone has placed a thick layer of glass over the surface of your eyeballs. Everything he said — you acknowledge. Yes, you were excessive. Yes, you always continuously talk about yourself, your own days, and you never paused to think that Mingyu would be going through a rough patch himself.

You loved Mingyu so much — you really do — but it’s not enough, it’s not right for him. You didn’t love him right.

You pulled up the corners of your lips with whatever leftover strength you had left in you, forming a smile as you looked back up at him with your now bloodshot eyes. The smile was inconsistent — it fluctuated back to a frown every other second, but you kept the smile there, even though your cheekbones felt so falsely moulded. 

“I guess you’re right,” you choked out, and you see Mingyu’s jaw clench tightly. His fists does the same, but releases quickly. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed unsteadily, giving him a last smile — which he didn’t even catch because he already has his back turned on you — as you ran out of the house. 

Masterlist

So I finally made a Masterlist and I will reblog it once in a while so everyone who wants to check it out can do it.

Bold = Smut

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Last Assignment (#4)

Summary: Reader is in art class. The professor assigned a nude model to each student and gave a last assignment of the semester that has a lot of weight on the final grade.  

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Reader POV)  

Warnings: Angst, make out sesh

(Y/N) = your name

a/n: Here we go, part 4. A bit earlier, but I finished on time and wanted to reward you guys for being such amazing followers.Part 5 might go up, either Saturday or Sunday, I’ll let you know during the week. Don’t forget to check out this post, for my drabble announcement. Anyway, here we go. Hope you enjoy it.  Let’s talk about this story!!

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Recap:

“James, just go back inside” I shoved him gently and pulled the door ajar. Turning back to Steve, who had a look in his eyes that I couldn’t place, “sorry about that. I’d almost forgotten he was here.”

“Yeah, me too.” He removed his hand from my door frame to check his phone, his soft gaze returned to me. “Well, I better go, text me if you need anything, or if that jerk gives you any trouble. At any time”

“Thanks Stevie.” We hugged and he gave me a peck on the cheek. When he pulled away, he was blushing and holding back a smile. Then I watched him disappear behind the elevator doors.

Originally posted by fireeyess

I close my door with a soft slam, not wanting to bother the neighbors. My apartment didn’t look much different from when I left, except that there were a couple of books on my coffee table, and the TV was on playing some movie in hushed tones.

“Were you so bored that you couldn’t wait for me to open the door on my own? Did you really have to interrupt?” I kicked my shoes off, and pulled my earrings from my ears as I made my way towards the bathroom.

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Fic: Walking in the deep blue night

Part three of my Heartlines AU.

Part 1 Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the Half Light

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Originally posted by undertheinfinite





He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?

“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”

But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.

“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”

“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.

“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.

“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.

Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”

“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.

He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him.  Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.

But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…

After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.

She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow.  She was lovelier than he had remembered.

“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”

She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.

“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”

“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”

 “oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”

He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.

He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”

“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty.  The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”

“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.

“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent  in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.

“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”

“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.

“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.

“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”

“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen”  She gave him a watery half smile at that.

“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”

She squeezed his hand.

“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”

Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.

Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.

“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”

“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.

“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.

Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.

The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.

“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.

“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.

“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night

Not As Good As Her

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Hello! This is a cheating fic about Josh Dun x Reader. I am an angst whore, so this is really angsty. This is only my second top fic, so go easy on me! There will be a second part!

If you don’t like angst, you can check out my other fic Unknown Number.


You had fallen in love with Josh Dun, the drummer of twenty one pilots. How you ended up with him was a mystery to you, because he was way out of your league, but for some reason, he had feelings for you too, and you had been in a relationship for a year now. He had been on tour recently and had just came home. He had been acting weird ever since he got back. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong, and you decided to try and make him feel better, or make up for whatever you had done.

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A Fine Life

This fic was inspired by the amazing art of @bluuesparrow / @moineau-bleu! Happy birthday blue! I hope you had a wonderful day full of surprises and best wishes! Hope you enjoy this fic! You are an incredible friend and I’m so happy to have met you through our mutual love for Gajevy haha

Quick reminder! Blue is offering art commissions! And I’m involve along with some other awesome writers with a special offering to write a drabble for an additional $1 with said commission. Go check the details out!

Pairing: Gajevy

Words count: 5.5k 

Rating: T

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Seahorses are among those species that mate for life. Once one dies, the other will soon die too. They can’t live without the other. That’s why people say seahorses die from heartbreak.

Levy’s life was something most people wanted for themselves. She had a beautiful apartment with a nice view to the oldest district in Magnolia; she had her dream job at the local library and was a part-time Literature teacher at a nearby high school; her social life wasn’t bad either since she had some friends to hang out with every once in a while.

Levy’s life was definitely fine, but she always felt like something was missing in it.

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black looks good on you.

aka, my high school!kylo fic! this is going to have 3 parts total, so stay tuned!! ;)

my amazing friend, @teapocaiypse, drew THE CUTEST comic to go with this, so you should check it out!!

“high school au where kylo is your stereotypical angsty teenager, but what happens when he meets someone that accepts him for the way that he is?”

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3 


Wide eyes filled with worried expressions followed him as he walked through the hallway, trying to avoid him as much as humanly possible. His eyes narrowed at a boy who looked too long as he trudged through the hallway.

Kylo huffed in annoyance as he sat at his usual spot for lunch with his friends, Hux and Phasma. School was always miserable for him, he’d rather be practicing with his band, The Knights Of Ren. Out of boredom, he fidgeted with his lip ring, running a hand through his dark hair. His friends at lunch were too busy talking to pay any attention to him, so he started to look around the lunchroom.

He saw a girl holding her tray of food with a concerned look on her face. He wondered if he had ever seen her before and decided that he hadn’t. She must’ve been new and looking for somewhere to sit. However, the entire room was packed, except for a few empty seats around Kylo’s table. People chose to sit as far away from Kylo, Hux, and Phasma as possible, and he liked it that way. He remembered the girl from one of his earlier classes, she had sat near him and never said a single word.

Kylo watched in horror as the girl saw the empty seats, quickly walking towards him. Phasma’s head whipped around to see what Kylo had seen, shocked as to why this tiny and innocent looking girl was approaching their table.

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Housemates! NCT Part 12

Your university runs out of dorm space, forcing you to find a last minute living arrangement with some international students. In other words, you’re basically screwed.

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, sex, profanity

Word Count: 1564

Guys…I was an emotional wreck writing this. Yay for early updates tho!

@fruitlatte HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Housemates!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 13

Also check out my College! thing too to help you tide yourselves over as i’m a shit head :)

I’ll also be updating with a College!Yuta soon!

College!

Jaehyun | Ten


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Alexander  pt.1[BTS Jungkook ] (M)

jungkook x reader (y/N) 

bts members 

Genre : angst/smut/fluff

Mature contents: this is not a fairy tale leave if you don’t like it,


Summary: he gave me fire and i need to find him ;with him i saw stars ,i wasn’t scared i felt safe.. i liked his kisses and i wish we meet again … 


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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by sugutie



you fidget and opened your eyes your hands were too heavy to reach out for your phone , it wasn’t there you moved closer to the night stand but checking it it seemed like it wasn’t your phone that kept bothering your sleeping 

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#ShipperCon - my ECCC 2017 story (part 1)


I honestly don’t even know how to begin. It’s been nearly a week and I’m still buzzing and overwhelmed from last weekend. What started out 8 weeks ago as an impulsive trip with 2 ladies who live in the Seattle area (the original #ShipperCon trio!), it quickly turned into a group of 8 of us from all over the US. Finally meeting after becoming friends on Twitter over the last year. I’m so thankful they were all able to make the trip all the way out to the NW and I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend. Truly.

I’ve already reblogged the top moments that @heyheykatiemae put together from the weekend (check those out too!) and I’m going to totally steal her idea of using all our Twitter handles to keep the stories straight. (You can also follow these lovely ladies over there because they’re basically the best. No lie.)

@heyheykatiemae (also on tumblr), @jill_millander, @ClaireEBFraser (@claireelizabethbeauchampfraser on tumblr), @birdie4573, @ZenGeisha1 (@zengeisha on tumblr), @Pursuitofagood1 (@pursuitofagoodbook on tumblr), and @meg_eh.

Apologies in advance that this got EXTREMELY wordy. But it just spilled out and I don’t want to forget a second of it! Since it did end up being so long, this is part 1 of 2!

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Prompt: Part 8 of You and Me and Him (Jungkook’s POV)

Read: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8} {Part 9} {Part 10}

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Summary: Jungkook asks for a break in the relationship, and Yoongi, who has a crush on you, speaks up about it.

Finally, Jungkook’s part in all of this. Jimin seems really concerned for his health. And Jungkook really misses Y/n. Is he going to do something? Or will it be too late??

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Love Lost | Part 4 (SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT SMUT)

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Okay so first off a massive thank you to @holagubler for writing the smut section (which is basically the whole thing) I really couldn’t have done it myself (trust me…I tried) so many many thanks! Go check out the amazing imagines over there! So um yeah…enjoy!-Ash xx

New Year’s Eve 2015; In many ways the best night of your life. After too many shots and glasses of wine you found yourself in the guess bedroom with Dr Spencer Reid and his big beautiful eyes and lips. The explosions from the fireworks outside lit up the room with different bright colours. In the heat of conversation you must’ve missed the countdown.

“Happy New Year Y/N” his smile lit up the room.

“Happy New Year Spenny” You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in tight to you.

“You know a midnight kiss is meant to be good luck” his breath was hot on your ear and his words sent shivers down your spine.

“Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me Dr Reid?” loosening you grip around his neck, allowing yourself to keep your face close to his.

“Well…ye…kinda…if you…I I mean…” you pressed your lips to his cutting off his rambling. Lips moved in unison each movement deepening the kiss.

Spencer locks your lips in a kiss once more, and secures his hands under your ass. He lifts you off the ground and you are laid down, as the BAU’s resident genius rips off his shirt at the foot of the bed.

You sit up, and wriggle your dress over your head, leaving you bare, apart from a lacy black thong.  Spencer’s eyes work their way down your body, as he bites his lip.

‘That was supposed to be my job.’ He smirks, and climbs on to the bed. Before you know it, your hands are pinned above you, as Spencer crashes his lips into yours. He swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, probing for entrance to your mouth. You let out a moan once again, as you feel him nip and suck on your lower lip. Your hands are freed and you entangle them in the messy curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. His hands trail your sides, as one slips into your panties and runs over your sex, impossibly wet from the gorgeous man who has caused your entire body to be filled with electricity.

Spencer’s lips leave yours, as you whimper at the loss of touch. He begins to plant open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking on your pulse point. His mouth works its way down to your chest, swirling his tongue over your nipple, and then taking it into his mouth, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. He traces your stomach with his tongue, placing kisses every so often, as he reaches your panties.

Your panties are carefully pulled down your legs, and flung to the other side of the room. Spencer kneels in front of you, taking in your naked body. He leans down and kisses your inner thighs, while you shake uncontrollably, needing his touch. Your legs are positioned over his shoulders, as you feel him gently blow over your core, and you shudder. You moan as Spencer slips a finger inside of you, and places it between his lips. He looks up at you.

‘You taste incredible, Y/N.’ He said, before bobbing his head back down. His tongue finally meets your sex, as he expertly circles and sucks on your clit. Your hands go to the back of his head as you arch your back, in an attempt to press him closer to you. Waves of pleasure ripple through your body when Spencer slips two of his fingers inside you, curling them upwards, feeling for your sweet spot. He begins to thrust his fingers, hitting the right place, as his tongue swirls around your clit. You begin to cry out loudly.

‘Spence- right there. Please. Keep going!’ You scream, as you feel yourself coming close to climax. With that, Spencer speeds up, and you come crashing over the edge, crying out his name.

He keeps his tongue on your sex, allowing you to ride out your orgasm until you lay there, breathless, and clutching him to you.

As you regain your breath, he slips off his pants, and you see his hardened length. You push him down on the bed, and position yourself between his thighs.

You hear a gasp as your mouth is filled with Spencer’s erection, and you look up to see his face contort with ecstasy. You swirl your tongue over his tip, as you begin to bob your head up and down. His hands clutch your hair as you move your hand slowly around his shaft. A deep moan escapes Spencer’s mouth as you speed up the pace, allowing him to thrust, while he hits the back of your throat.

‘Oh, fuck, Y/N.’ He shouts. ‘I’m so close, baby.’

Seconds later, his body shudders and he tries to remove his length from your mouth. However, you continue to suck until you taste his release, which fills your mouth. You look up to Spencer, who is gazing at you in pure ecstasy, as you wipe away his juices from your lips.  You climb up to his chest, and lean down to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss.

‘I hope you are ready to go again soon. Because I want you inside of me.’ You whisper, and instantaneously he flips you over and moves on top of you.

‘Condom?’ He asks, positioning himself at the bottom of the bed.

‘Pill.’ You reply. After a few pumps, he rests himself over you, as you wrap your legs around his waist. With one thrust, you are filled by Spencer, and you moan in pleasure. His lips are millimetres away from yours as he begins a slow and steady rhythm.

You plant a chaste kiss on his lips. ‘Harder.’ You whisper.

He responds with a smirk, as he begins to thrust and you cry out as he reaches deeper each time. You struggle for breath as you dig your nails into his shoulders, screaming his name as that familiar sensation builds up inside you.

Spencer hears the moans escape from your lips and increases his pace, and your second orgasm ripples through you, leaving you screaming.

A few moments later, Spencer reaches his climax, and collapses on top of you, panting.

He rolls off you and you place your head on his chest, both of you hot, sweaty, and breathless.

It’s not often that you get to start the New Year with passionate, heated sex with the love of your life.

Even if he doesn’t know it yet.

***

“Holy CRAP!” JJ couldn’t stop staring at you with wide eyes “You had sex with Spencer while we all watched fireworks and sang auld lang syne! I’m impressed!”

“Shut up” you slapped her arm and both began laughing.

Housemates!NCT pt. 1

Minus the minis ofc

Your university runs out of dorm space, forcing you to find a last minute living arrangement with some international students. In other words, you’re basically screwed.

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, sex, profanity

Word Count: 672 (but I literally have four more pages of content on google docs)]

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six |  Part Seven | Part Eight | Part 9  | Part 10

Also check out my College! thing too to help you tide yourselves over as i’m a shit head :)

College!Jaehyun | Ten

I actually released like three parts in one go but I realized that there is some ingrained homophobia and that shit doesn’t fly with me so I’ve been doing some editing. 

Edit (11/7): I realize that I kind of glorify drinking in this series, but there can be some real consequences with that. I won’t go into details here, but here’s an explanation as to what happened to me. x.


You knew you were screwed when the university told you that they lacked the dorm space for you, but this, this was something else entirely.

The first you saw was the beer cans strewn across the lawn. It’s not like you took a stance against drinking, it’s just that the sight disgusted you considering it was a Wednesday. The inside of the house couldn’t be any better at that rate.

You shuddered as you dragged your bags to the ajar front door. “Hello?” you shouted.

When you didn’t receive a response, you decided to enter anyways. Only two steps in the house, and you were nearly knocked over by some blurb wearing nothing but a towel. “sHIIIIIIIIT!” he screeched as he turned a corner, nearly slipping.

That was followed with some annoyed grunts and complaints.

“At least put on underwear, man.”

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

“DUDE GET OUT OF MY CEREAL!”

I sighed, wheeling my bags to the source of the noise, which happened to be an incredibly dirty kitchen. “Could someone tell me where my room is? I have to get to work soon, you idiots! ” you shouted above them.

Five sets of eyes snapped to you, narrowing as you resisted the urge to smack them.

The one in a towel let out a low laugh. Though you hadn’t noticed before, the boy had an incredibly fit body with defined arms and abs. His black hair stuck matted to his forehead, still wet from his shower. “Did someone here give you crabs or something? It definitely wasn’t me.”

“What the fuck even-”

You were cut off by another guy with bright orange hair stumbling down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Are you Y/N?” he inquired.

It took you a moment to collect your thoughts upon noticing that even his eyebrows were sunset orange. “Yeah, could you just show me my room before someone else accuses me of having crabs.”

“Ten, I swear to god,” the orange-haired boy threatened.

Ten mimicked the other boy, disorienting his eyes and speaking gibberish. “Oh, Doyoung. You’re just jealous that I don’t have crabs.”

Though he looked murderous, the one named Doyoung recollected himself. “Sorry about him,” he began, turning away from the kitchen. “Ten’s an asshole to everyone.”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” you responded starkly, struggling to carry all of your bags up the stairs.

Just before you almost dropped one of them, another boy appeared behind you and slipped the bag from your hand. “Here, let me take this,” he said, smiling sincerely.

Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Can you flirt with someone we’re not going to live with, Jaehyun?” He snatched the bag from him and continued on up the steps.

Jaehyun winked at you. “Well, if you’re ever afraid of sleeping alone-”

“I’M ACTUALLY GOING TO MURDER YOU.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go,” Jaehyun conceded. “Don’t hesitate to see me out,” he whispered before scattering off.

You glanced at Doyoung. “You said only five guys live here right now, why are there so many here?”

He shrugged. “Technically a lot of them live right next to us but crash here too often,” Doyoung explained bitterly.

“As long as they stay out of my room,” you warned.

Doyoung put his hands up in surrender. “You might want a lock then. I can’t guarantee their behavior.”

You let out a groan as you reached your bedroom. The place was incredibly small. A double-sized bed sat in the corner with a wooden bed stand alongside it. There was nothing else but a worn wooden dresser and a dinky closet. “You’re kidding, right?”

“At least you’re not sharing,” Doyoung gestured towards the boys running behind him.

Before he could leave, you stopped him by grabbing his arm. “Why is there a vacancy here, anyway?”

“We’re all broke and merged rooms,” Doyoung admitted. “Hope you don’t mind a shared bathroom.”

With a single glance into the bathroom, you realized that you did in fact mind that you had to share a bathroom with several, several boys.

Update: I’m back from Dragon Con!!!! I had a really great time, I think this might have been my favorite DCon ever. A big part of that was being so into TAZ and having all my friends into it too—it’s been a while since we’ve all been into the same thing. Going to the meet up on Saturday together was crazy!!!

I have more pictures I’ll try and put up later, but for now I wanted to share this!
I’m Hurley and Sloane is my #1, Chel! Check out her instagram–she makes awesome cosplays for Dragon Age, Overwatch, TAZ, you name it.

Reactions Masterlist - Jungkook (Part 1)

Jungkook reacting to:

  1. Going over to your place only to find the door unlocked and nobody inside because you were out doing the groceries or something
  2. Having a girlfriend who’s a good motorcycle rider
  3. His girlfriend being straightforward about how she feels and what she thinks
  4. His girlfriend being checked out by another guy while they’re out on a mall date
  5. Being in a long distance relationship and hearing from his girlfriend that her parents aren’t too sure about their relationship and are trying to get her out on blind dates with other guys
  6. Being told he’s going to be a father
  7. His wife having a big appetite but not gaining much weight.
  8. His wife’s late night cravings
  9. Your child walking on you doing it 
  10. (BTS ASK) Which Hogwarts house would he be in
  11. His teenage daughter introducing her new boyfriend to him
  12. His girlfriend saying she wouldn’t be there for their big concert but actually surprising him for his birthday by being at the concert
  13. (BTS ASK) What type of boyfriend would he be and would he take couple pictures with you
  14. You slipping while dancing 
  15. You barging into the dorm in the middle of the night crying
  16. Being invited to a tea party by his daughter
  17. Watching horror movies with his girlfriend when suddenly there’s a black-out and they hear a noise in the apartment
  18. His girlfriend on the verge of crying from nervousness before going on a roller coaster
  19. His drunk girlfriend telling him she wants to sleep with him
  20. You licking his lips claiming there was ice cream
  21. Tucking in his little girl for a good night’s sleep
  22. Getting in a fight with you but still caring about you
  23. His girlfriend sometimes sassing him back when it comes to teasing her
  24. His girlfriend not being passionate about anything 
  25. Reading my works 
  26. His idol girlfriend fainting from over-exhaustion in a practice room
  27. His girlfriend receiving hate messages from his fans for dating him
  28. His wife having a miscarriage
  29. Seeing you sit in the rain for no particular reason 
  30. Drunk you telling him you hate him
  31. Being dared to peck your cheek when you guys haven’t even held hands yet
  32. Having a crush on their long-lost childhood friend who appears out of nowhere after all these years at his new school
  33. Hearing his crush’s ideal type is manly and tough
  34. (BTS ASK) Would he date a short girl even though he said his ideal types are tall girls
  35. His girlfriend spazzing over him
  36. Not being his girlfriends’ bias before they dated
  37. His girlfriend telling she likes it when he does cool/sexy poses
  38. His girlfriend being paired up with Jimin for We Got Married
  39. You wanting to practice a nail art design on them
  40. Comforting you after you suffered a loss
  41. His girlfriend teasing him by not kissing him for a week
  42. His girlfriend wanting to break up because of his fans
  43. You being quiet and shutting out people when you’re usually a really happy and energetic person
  44. Liking the quiet girl in their class
  45. You being lonely and wrapping yourself up in blankets like a sushi
  46. His girlfriend fangirling over a group other than BTS
  47. Pranking his girlfriend not knowing she has a trauma related to the prank subject
  48. Having to cheer his girlfriend up after a bad day
  49. His girlfriend getting into a physical fan with a hater
  50. Finding his girlfriend dancing to one of their D&W songs

Want more? Go to Part 02 & 03 of Jungkook’s reaction masterlist.

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Exhaulted Part Eighteen

Originally posted by silentbutterfly89

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six (M), Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen (Coming Soon!)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, etc.

Pairing: SehunxReaderxMinseok

Word Count: 5.2K

A/N: Sorry if this seems disjointed. Trying my best. Now? NAP TIME~!

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