guess what i watched all night

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guess what I’ve been watching~         it’s Camp camp

this show is great, I highly recommend it

and OF COURSE my favs are the most depressed 10-year old, who deserves all the love in the world and a crazy cult leader        David’s my fav too 

I can thank the one and only @konoira for making me binge watch the entire two seasons in one night. Also, go check out their art, it’s amazing!

nightmare starters part 2

for part 1 click here!

“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!”
“You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?”
“Can we sleep with the lights on?”
“I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.”
“I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.”
“Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.”
“I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.”
“You look exhausted. Bad night?”
“Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.”
“You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.”
“Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.”
“You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.”
“How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.”
“I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.”
“I thought you didn’t get them anymore.”
“I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…”
“When will you finally tell me what they’re about?”
“Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…”
“How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!”
“I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!”
“Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…”
“Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!”
“Please leave the light on.”
“Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?”
“I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

NHL!Bitty, Part VI -  ‘The Code’

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Pens!AU | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating | 

Eric’s teammates are protective of their highly-publicized rookie. Maybe a little too protective. So, when a closeted!Jack gets flirty and starts flustering Eric on the ice, his Schooner teammates conclude that Zimmermann must be harassing Eric and decide to act accordingly. Leaping to Eric’s defense: starting goalie Markus Bay and defenseman Carter Morin. 

(TW: hockey violence, little bit of blood, big ol’ misunderstandings)


“You seeing this?”

Morin slaps Markus on the shoulder and jerks a thumb toward Zimmermann, who is skating determined circles around Bittle. He stops stretching and watches the Falconers forward come close, say something to Eric, and skate away quickly. This happens twice, each time, Bittle flushes and looks upset, but seems to brush it off and go back to his warm-up drills.

“Do you know what he’s saying?” Markus asks, hoping for some kind of reasonable explaination.

“No, but, just watch, man.”

Zimmermann comes in close again, this time with Mashkov in tow, and Eric doesn’t flinch, but he does something, skating away quickly as the two Falconers laugh. Again, Bittle looks uncomfortable.

“Didn’t they play together?” Markus asks. “Why’s Zimmermann being a dick now?”

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“The Houses in people I know” - A Slytherin with Hufflepuff tendencies

Gryffindor

  • Thinks they’re a lion
  • They’re a cat
  • Screams randomly
  • “Fight Me.”
  • Can get a degree in playing air guitar
  • Dog Person (but they have a weird fixation on cats)
  • Likes talking in a valley girl voice for no reason
  • Has trouble asking for help
  • “I won’t stand for the blatant mistreatment of cupcakes!”

Hufflepuff

  • Dad Jokes
  • Human Personification of a Cat Poster
  • Either procrastinates or works super hard 
  • there’s no in between
  • Passive- Aggressive
  • Bad at confrontation
  • Smol, but strong
  • Literally they can lift me onto their shoulders
  • “Have you ever wanted to open every banana at someone’s house because you didn’t want to confront them about being mad?”

Slytherin

  • Is a cinnamon roll
  • Will shank you with a spoon if needed
  • Throws shade nonstop
  • The only person I know who doesn’t seem super nervous before presentations
  • Really good manners
  • Has tact
  • Until you mess up on table manners
  • “You are eating like a cow. Please just stop.”

Ravenclaw

  • So many books and reading
  • Extracurriculars
  • No sports
  • Good at art
  • Talks to themselves sometimes
  • Poker face 101
  • Has an organized desk
  • Likes taking aesthetic photos
  • “HOLD STILL! You are in the perfect pose for my nerdy,soft, and depressed aesthetic.

GryffinPuff/ HuffleGrif/ HuffleDor

  • Chaotic Good
  • Will fight you if you hurt their friends
  • Has a bunch of friends
  • Strong Morals
  • Has a lot of feelings
  • Don’t mess with them
  • Everyone loves them and you’ll feel their wrath
  • Protects small animals
  • “I NEED THAT CHURRO! FIGHT ME!”

GryffinErin/SlytherGriff/Slytherdor

  • A living contradiction
  • Slays 25/8
  • Is randomly impulsive
  • Really good at throwing shade
  • Likes outdated memes
  • p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n 
  • but with a capital P
  • Likes to watch cat videos
  • Will not hesitate to destroy you
  • “I’ve been watching videos about judo for 3 hours and I can’t tell if I made a mistake.”

GryffinClaw/GryffinRaven/RavenDor

  • Loves to read cliches
  • Wears oversize glasses
  • Knows a bunch of random facts
  • Has a bunch of courage, but thinks before the act
  • Has commitment issues
  • One word: D I S N E Y
  • Is really witty
  • Stands for what they think is right
  • “ So you’re telling me that you threw that at them because your arm twitched? You know, I wasn’t born yestreday.”

HuffleClaw/HuffleRaven/RavenPuff

  • A mixture of the type of friend you cry on their shoulder and the friend you ask to hide a body
  • Good
  • Is so good trivia
  • Struggles with saying the logical or emotional statement
  • Smol, but tall
  • Roasts me but then apologizes.
  • Likes wearing comfy clothing
  • Curses only in foreign languages
  • “Regina, sometimes you have to make tough decisions.” “… My name is Esther”

HufflEring/HuffleSlyter/SlytherPuff

  • Is not good at feelings
  • No one would ever suspect them having an ounce of Slytherin in them
  • Is bad a public speaking
  • Can be really cold
  • Has mastered being a hidden nerd
  • Stylish
  • P R O C A S T I N A T I O N
  • Is outgoing, but if you cross them they’ll have so much dirt on you
  • “I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUch… I mean, what was the homework for last night?”

RavErin/RavenSlyth/SlytherClaw

  • Has so many connections
  • So smart
  • Always has a comeback
  • Passes all their classes with no effort
  • All the teachers love them
  • Everything is on point
  • Loves to watch old movies
  • Drinks coffee with a lot of sweetener
  • “One phone call.” “To do what?” “Take a guess.”
No Strings (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 4,956

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

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Midnight Talks Pt. Two || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

(not my gif)

Word Count: 938 Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: I tried my best (that’s a lie, i didn’t even grammar check it), I hope you all enjoy

Part One

“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.

“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?

As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.  

Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.  

What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think  they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.

It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.

He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.

You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.  

“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding.  I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.

“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”

“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re  the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”

“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.

“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.

You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”


“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”

Part Three

the t-shirt thief (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 9,812

description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… 

request: being in a relationship with taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut

cr.


You watched with a prominent downward quirk of your lips as Taehyung ran around the apartment, quickly stuffing clothes into a duffel bag as he scurried in every direction to gather his things before he had to head off to the dorms. It was time for a comeback, and all of the members agreed that it would be much easier on everyone to just stay at the dorms together during the busy hype of the first couple of weeks. This cut down the annoyances of people showing up to schedules at different times, or getting caught in traffic, so you completely understood the point of it… You just wished it didn’t mean having to stay back at your apartment all alone.

At this point in your relationship with Taehyung, you probably should have been used to the notion of him having to leave for a few weeks, or sometimes even a few months, every once in a while… but just because you were used to it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

You fell back against the mattress, your mind heavy with thoughts, and you weren’t exactly trying your hardest to mask the disdain you had for him leaving, so it wasn’t surprising when you felt the slight sink of someone taking the spot next to you on the bed. You opened your eyes, a concerned looking Taehyung coming into view.

“Please don’t pout. You know I don’t want to leave.” He reached forward, lightly pinching at your bottom lip that was sticking out.

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Salma Hayek Apparently Said 'The Craziest S**t' To Three 6 Mafia On Their Big Oscar Night
Perhaps the worst conversation starter in the history of time.

“Salma Hayek walked up to me — who I was super in love with because of “From Dusk Till Dawn” with George Clooney — and said the craziest shit: “You know your brothers and sisters are dying over in Africa because of all this jewelry you’re wearing.” Because I guess we had those big ole watches they gave us on, and these platinum necklaces. So I was like, “What?! What are you talking about? I don’t have no brothers and sisters in Africa!” And like that, Salma Hayek killed my hard-on. I just went limp. I told her it was nice meeting her and walked out away from that.”


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This story is heavy with the subject of depression and I am only writing my feeling. If you ever need to talk to some, I’m here.

Artist: https://morevoltrontrash.tumblr.com/post/150178603504/hyoranda-i-just-wanna-go-home


“I’ve talked with Allura, we aren’t able to stop by Earth… I’m sorry Lance.” He looked guilty. “Don’t worry about it… We’ll next time.” I smile and watched Shiro get up, we usually talked at night. About what to do since he wasn’t all so sure. At times, it was hard to see him second guess himself but I seemed to always have the words to make him happy. But also We talk about Earth, home. Though we aren’t able to go yet… I still ask. “We will talk tomorrow Lance. Just… Get some rest.” Feeling his lips press against my forehead before leaving the room. Hearing the door close.

I sigh softly, seeing the glow of my armor on the corner. Glancing around, it was dark. Biting my bottom lip. Why did I feel this way? Like nails climbing up my back, scratching at the scars. I was fine minutes ago, why did it hit like this? Why am I so useless that I need someone? Taking deep breaths and closed my eyes. Moving back against the wall. The air was so still and quiet, I am able to hear every breath. The ship was too quiet at night.

It felt like I drowning. The quiet let my thoughts feel. like they were wrapping around my throat. A soft sob slipped out of my mouth, quickly putting a hand over. I wasn’t crying, I can’t be. I’m not weak, I can’t be weak… I can’t let everyone down… I’m always in the way… They are weaker with me around. All I do is mess up, making the problems bigger than they are.

I softly cry, my body shook. It felt like a frozen wall in my mind, getting slammed with water. The drowning feeling never leaves, it holds onto you. It feels like you’re drowning while everyone else is breathing in the same room. Minutes pass, feeling my throat dry. No more tears left. Just the feeling of weakness in my chest. I drop my head in my lap, staring.

My stomach turns, the feeling of someone just kicking it over and over. Bile felt like it was flooding my mouth, gulping. It burned the back of my throat, and had a horrible taste. I slowly moved to a laying position, curling up on my right side, resting my head on a pillow. Grabbing the one Shiro usually leaves for me, and held it tightly. Nuzzling my head in it. I just needed someone, but it was too late now. Anyways, we are heros, we can’t show any weakness… I can’t show that I’m more useless. I moved onto my other side.

Deep deep down, I felt empty. Like a black hole slowly clawing it’s way out. Maybe I was just homesick, I begged for the pass few days to go home. Just to feel the rain again, just to say I’m okay to my family. I’m afraid of forgetting everything about my home. As I repeat the dates, my brother’s and sister’s name. But while I was doing so, for a split second, I couldn’t remember my little brother’s name. Feeling my heart pick up speed. I am so afraid of forgetting…. I just want to go home….

I feel my shaking fingers gripping the pillow, my nails making dents into it. I wanted to scream, loud enough for my family to hear. Loud enough for someone… Now my head was thumping in pain, from the crying. I don’t know how long I was laying, just getting pressed against the wall with my thoughts. It felt like knives going into my heart.

I can’t deal with this.

Getting up, using my jacket sleeve to wipe my eyes. Holding onto Shiro’s pillow and walked to his room. I only felt the calming waves in my thoughts when he was around. I don’t even bother to knock, he would probably wake up from the sounds of my slippers on the ground. Hearing him groan and rolling over, “Lance?” His voice sounded tired. “What’s wrong?” His head tilted to the side, his room was brighter than mine.

I slowly move without a sound and lay on his bed, curling up against his side. Holding onto him. I heard a soft sigh, and then fingers softly playing with my hair. “I’m.. forgetting..” I softly mumbled, “Forgetting what?” “I’m forgetting home Shiro… I almost forgot one of my brother’s name.” I feel the panic returning, before a finger tilted my head up. Looking up at him, “I’ll ask again… Don’t worry now. Get some sleep.” He spoke softly, having the voice that could put you to sleep. I sigh softly, “Alright..” Moving closer to him, feeling a blanket being pulled over.


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“Good work Sharpshooter!” Shiro grinned and rested his hand on my shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Lance.”

Harry Styles Praise Kink

Originally posted by harry-nofookingway-styles

Inspired by this ask from @permanentcross here

Harry’s plump lips touch Y/N’s gently as he thrusts two fingers roughly in and out of her. Y/N’s body moves involuntarily with each thrust, and a quiet moan comes from her lips. 

“Yeh like that?” Harry asks. Y/N nods, her eyes tightly shut in pleasure. Y/N clenches around Harry’s fingers, and he can tell that she is close. 

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Balance // H.S

This was requested! Request here

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Plot: Y/N is a musician, and according to all of you and H’s mutual friends, the female version of him. Then, when you two meet - onstage of all places. The chemistry is too strong to ignore.

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You had just finished your live performance on The Late Late Show with James Corden. You take a big drink of water, as he walks over to you. The taping ends in a few minutes, and they called for a break.

“Y/N! You smashed it out there!” James says as he grabs a water bottle off the table. “I wish you could’ve been on the week Harry was hosting.”

This is the second time he’s mentioned this.

You try to not roll your eyes or let out a groan as the conversation somehow drifts back to the man you’ve never met. Harry Styles. Of course, you know who he is. Who doesn’t know who Harry Styles is?

“James.” You say in a voice, you were hoping sounded threatening.

He just shrugs. “Oh, come on. You know I’ve been trying desperately to have you two meet. I think you’d get along brilliantly.”

You’ve met all the other members from One Direction, except for Harry. Not because you were trying to avoid him. But, because you’ve just never had the opportunity. There was this one party, he was supposed to show up at, but canceled due to his flight being delayed.

You had even meet his sister at that same party. You two got along great. She was probably the only one who didn’t compare you two, and you loved that.

“I can’t promise you, we’ll meet.” You say, placing your half empty water bottle on the table. “But, maybe someday.”

Turns out, a week later was that someday. Your fans freaked out on twitter once they realized you were playing the iHeart Music Festival the same night Harry was playing. What no one saw coming was the impromptu duet that happened onstage.

Turns out the iHeart Radio twitter page ran a poll on who Harry should duet with, 50% of the money made would go to helping out Mexico after the earthquake. The poll ended two seconds before it was supposed to happen, yes, it was done on purpose. It also seems your manager, just happened to forget telling you he agreed to it for you.

“Y/N, onstage in 2 minutes. You’ve won the poll. Congratulations.” A woman in a headset said as you stood up.

You look over at your manager who shrugs apologetically as you walk towards the door.

“What are we singing?” You ask your vocal teacher, Drew.

“Sweet Creature. You know it right?”

You nod, as your handed your microphone.

“And the winner of the poll is,” you hear Harry announce onstage. “Y/N! Come on and join me onstage.”

The crowds roars as you step out, trying to not look as nervous as you feel. You give a small wave, as you walk over to Harry who’s taller than you imagined.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you, not that it isn’t new, it just feels different this time.

He takes off his guitar, “You can have the honors of playing my guitar, I know how great you are at it. I’m a huge fan of yours.” He says as he places his guitar on you. “The notes are right there, they practicality repeat themselves.” He points to a paper taped on the floor.

The duet didn’t go as bad as you’d thought. The notes were pretty easy, and Harry made it easy for you to sing along. He tried to make it as easy for you as he could, and you appreciated that.

After, coming off stage with a bow from the whole band. You tried to not focus on the fact that Harry held your hand, before you both walked in opposite directions.

Five minutes later, as you were getting your makeup retouched for your set in an hour, there was a knock on the door. Your manager answers the door.

“Y/N, it’s for you.”

You look into the mirror and see Harry standing there, his hands behind his back, waiting for you to let him in.

“He can come in.” You nod to Joe.

“Hey, just wanted to say you were amazing out there.” Harry said as he walked over to your vanity.

“Thank you, and thank you for letting me play your guitar.”

Every time your eyes met his, it felt like everything kind of just blurred in the background. You figured you were just tired from rehearsing. So, you shrugged it off.

“She’s a beauty, first guitar I’ve ever bought.” He says, leaning his tall figure against the counter sprawled with makeup all over it.

“Anyways,” He continues. “I watched you on James Corden the other night, you were amazing.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Let me guess, he called you a few times telling you to watch it.”

He let’s out a small smile. “He told me he did the same to you when I was on.”

You laugh at the memory of James calling you at almost 12 in the morning telling you to watch his show, it was an emergency.

“What is it with him?”

“It’s not just him.” Harry says, folding his arms over his chest. “There’s about five people blowing up my phone right now asking if we met before going onstage.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m strangely happy my phone’s dead.”

He smiles again. You can’t help but think how attractive he looks when he smiles. His eyes seem to get brighter when he does.

“I’m just happy I can tell Gemma we met. Hopefully, she’ll leave me alone. She kept bugging me, telling me I had to meet you.”

You laugh. “James can finally leave me alone. He keeps calling me the female version of you. Which I don’t know if it’s a compliment or not.”

He smirks, “Trust me Y/N, it’s a compliment. Anyway, lovely meeting you. I have an interview to do, and wanted to stop by to tell you thank you. Maybe we can hang out sometime soon.”

You nod, “Sure. Then, everyone can finally sleep at night.”

He gives you a quick hug before telling you goodbye. You notice everyone in the room is staring at you with an unreadable expression on their faces. You notice Lou walked in, you met her at a party Gemma invited you too.

“What?” You ask as you take a seat back in the makeup chair.

Lou shrugs. “He’s never been that chatty before. It’s… new.”

You tried not to roll your eyes, as your hair stylist come up to retouch your hair.

“No, Y/N, I mean it. He seemed really comfortable with you, and he just met you. That’s unlike him.”

“Oh, puh-lease.”

“Lou has a point.” Joe spoke up. “You’ve never been that chatty either. It almost seemed like you two were flirting.”

“Joe, you haven’t flirted in 30 years.”

“Okay, everyone.” Drew spoke up. “Let’s let her focus on her set for tonight. We can talk about their chemistry after. Because we do have all night, might I add.”

You groan. Seems like everyone else can sleep in peace, besides you.

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Hi! I really want to write a pt . 2 in Harry’s POV and I don’t know why.

part 2 is here!

Stuck -- Bughead Au

Work Count: 1,987

Rated: PG-13

A/N: In which Betty and Jughead live in the same building and meet on the elevator. And well… let just say they hit it off :)

“Hold the elevator!” Betty shouted, breathless as she rushed through the lobby of her new apartment building. Her once perky ponytail was hanging a little lower on her head and god did her feet hurt. Betty wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to navigating New York City. She’d gotten off the subway one stop too early and ended up walking ten blocks home to her apartment in high heels.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close a hand shot out and pushed the doors open again. Betty pushed her purse back up on her shoulder and slipped through the doors leaning against the far wall.

“Rough night, Betty?” The boy sharing the elevator with her was mirroring her position, leaning against the opposite wall, his leather clad arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m sorry, have we met?”

The boy tapped a finger to his chest, just over his heart, then pointed to her. “You’re wearing a nametag.”

Betty glanced down at her outfit. Of course, she’d forgotten all about the nametag. In fact, Betty was trying to forget about the whole night.

“I’m Jughead, by the way.” The dark haired boy said after a short moment. “It’s only fair you know my name too.”

Betty reached up and tightened her ponytail, then reached a hand across the small space between them. “Nice to meet you, I suppose.”

Jughead’s large, slightly calloused hand enveloped Betty’s small soft one.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped moving, making Betty slip a little. Jughead caught her elbow, holding her steady. 

When she was back on her feet, Jughead knelt down in front of the panel of buttons. Door Open. No luck.  He hit the call button, and after waiting for over a minute, there was no answer. “Damn management. Probably spooning his whiskey bottle in the storage closet again.” Jughead pulled his beanie off his head, running his hand through his hair.

“What do we do then?” The blonde girl asked, she was digging through her purse and pulled out a cell phone. “Dammit, it’s dead.”

Jughead shook his head. “Wait? I guess?” He put his hat back on, suddenly self conscious with this beautiful girl watching him. “I’ll keep trying the call button, but I don’t think we’ll have any luck. I think we should just listen in case someone passes by.” Jughead slid to the floor, while Betty remained standing, hands clenched at her side. Jughead couldn’t help but watch her.

On her wrist he saw an orange paper band, the kind that you would get at a music festival or carnival. Given how crisp and pristine this particular band was, she must’ve gotten it recently. That only told Jughead one thing, not that he had a lot of experience in that area.

“So, speed dating, huh?”

Betty pulled her hands back, hiding them both behind her back. How did he know? “What would make you say that?” Betty was embarrassed to say the least. A guy like him was nothing like her; cool, confident… sexy. His black leather jacket directly opposed her soft pink cardigan. Combat boots and ballet slippers; the black haired boy and the blonde haired girl sharing the elevator would clearly have nothing in common. He probably has girls fawning over him at every bar he goes to, while Betty has stooped so low as to try speed dating.

Jughead waved a hand nonchalantly. “I had a friend once who would go speed dating to pick up girls, he thought it was easier to keep up a large ‘Chick List’ as he called it. All of the girls he met were looking for someone and he said that he would be that someone.”

When Betty didn’t respond, Jughead got a little nervous. Surely she didn’t care about his friend’s seduction techniques. Quick, he had to salvage the conversation. “Anyway, what does orange mean?”

Betty slid to the floor next to him.  There was no point now; she couldn’t salvage her dignity at this point. “It’s uh- woman seeking man.” She paused, when he remained silent she continued. “You’d be surprised at how many women seeking women tried to hit on me though.”

“I take it the night didn’t go as planned?”

“Is it that obvious?” Betty let out a slight giggle. “Wow, I must be pretty pathetic.”

“Just a guess. I mean, you’re coming home alone so…”

Betty scowled. “You know, not every girl goes home with just anyone. I’m not that desperate.”  

Back pedal, back pedal. “Oh, no no no. That’s not what I meant. I just thought, you know, a guy would be crazy to not want to go home with you, or at least buy you a drink after…” He glanced at his watch. “…nine-thirty.”

“Well, thanks I guess.”

“Also,” The boy next to her paused, breath caught in his throat. “For the record, if I’d been there I would have been trying to talk to you all night. I bet you were the most beautiful girl there.”

Betty barked out a laugh. “I’m sure there were other girls that were more your type.”

Jughead turned to face Betty. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at the beautiful blonde sitting next to him.

“What?” Betty smiled. She couldn’t help it, this boy was really tempting to her. She was new to the city, no friends, no boyfriend, she was lonely. And this boy, Jughead, was nothing like any of the guys she knew in high school. They were all jocks, who liked to drink beer in the woods around Sweetwater River and have sex in the backseat of the car at the drive in. She wasn’t sure what kind of guy Jughead was, but at this point she didn’t know if she cared.

“What exactly do you think my type is?”

As if it wasn’t obvious what his type was. “Black nail polish, pointy eyeliner, purple hair, miniskirt with fishnet tights and combat boots. Am I getting anywhere here?”

“You’re all wrong.” He slid a little closer to her so their shoulders touched. “My type is pastel sweaters, pink lip gloss, and blonde ponytails.”

Jughead watched closely as Betty’s cheeks blushed pink, her lips attempting to hide a smile. Jughead didn’t hold back his smile. He’d never felt what the world called butterflies in the stomach, but he was feeling them now. He was scared to say another word, that he might ruin the moment. He didn’t dare move, because then her gorgeous green eyes might look away and he desperately wanted to keep looking at her.

Betty opened her mouth as if to say something, but paused when Jughead leaned closer, his breath warm against her face. They were only inches apart now, Betty noticed, as Jughead’s hand brushed the soft fabric of her cardigan. She reciprocated, allowing her thumb to brush over his other hand and latch onto his leather jacket. Her eyes flicked to his lips, which were parted just slightly, and she finally let the full smile shine through as they both simultaneously pulled the other closer.

The kiss was rougher than Jughead expected, especially considering he’d just met the girl, but he wasn’t complaining. After all, they could be stuck in this elevator for a long time. Betty was now gripping his jacket at the waist and Jughead slid his hands up her arms to rest at her cheeks and swears he’s never felt anything so soft in his life.

Betty knew she shouldn’t do it, but her body was in control now. She shifted onto her knees and climbed onto Jughead’s lap. She slipped her hands under his jacket and tugged a little at the wife beater he wore underneath. She didn’t want anything more, just a little skin, so she let her hands wander under the fabric to rest just above his waistline. Jughead flinched, making Betty pause. “Shit…” She pulled her hands away, beginning to back away, but soon hands were latched behind her back.

The boy underneath her looked much less intimidating now. His lips were wet, slightly shiny with the gloss from Betty’s lips. His jacket had fallen slightly off his shoulders with the shirt underneath still hitched up just slightly. One of his hands gripped the fabric at her lower back, lifting it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Betty didn’t move, even as his other hand tickled her back until he pressed it flat and pulled her closer again. With his free hand, Jughead put a hand to her neck pulling her just close enough that their lips brushed again. “Your hands are freezing.” He whispered. “But I’ll allow you to put them back if you’ll kiss me again.”

Betty didn’t wait for a second invitation and fully removed his jacket and started on his shirt. When he was effectively naked from the waist up, aside from his crown-inspired beanie, Jughead popped the one button holding her cardigan together, and tugged at the blouse beneath, though he knew he shouldn’t. Shit, they might have security cameras in here, though with a quick glance around he didn’t see any. And anyway, Betty was already pulling the shirt over her head.

Jughead blinked slowly, taking in the figure before him. He decided then and there that he would do whatever she wanted, but maybe… just maybe, they should wait for later. Then Betty combed her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and pulled his lips to her neck, and Jughead really really liked the way she tasted. So he flipped her around, pushing her up again the wall of their perfect little prison, and kissed her again. His lips wandered from time to time, making a path of bites down her neck and to her collarbone where he nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her breasts. And Betty moaned softly, sliding her fingers just under the waistband of his jeans.

“I was thinking.” Jughead started, still pressing kisses all over her available skin. “That we shouldn’t go any farther…” Betty pouted, her fingers playing with the elastic of his underwear, teasing. “Until we get out of here.”

“Come on, Jug.” She argued, and god did he like the way she said ‘Jug.’ She flipped their position again, regaining her spot on top of him. “Don’t you want me? I promise I’m not as boring as I look.” She quirked an eyebrow at him, smiling.

“Trust me, you don’t even know…” Jughead’s voice caught in his throat when Betty wiggled her hips, and groaned at how obvious his erection was becoming. “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

Betty smirked. “Then do it.” She said, catching his lips between her teeth. He let himself be consumed by her again, not having the energy to pull away. When she pulled his hands and led them to the clasp of her bra he woke up, slowly easing his hands down.

“The things I want to do,” He growled, “Can’t be done in an elevator.”

Betty smiled at him again and peeled herself away. “That’s all I needed to hear.” She grabbed her blouse from where it had been discarded on the floor, and threw Jughead’s clothes back toward him. “So, maybe we should get to know each other a little better before we get out of here.

Jughead smiled, not believing how his night had turned out.

—-

The janitor discovered that the elevator was stuck at six o'clock the next morning, when he came in to clean the halls. The fire department arrived, rescuing the two stuck in there for the past nine hours. What they’d expected was not what they found. A blonde haired girl covered in a black leather jacket, resting her head on the leg of a black haired boy in a beanie with a pink cardigan wedged in the space between his neck and shoulder; both fast asleep.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! This was my first ever Bughead fic and I wrote it in a day. I just really wanted to get something out there so it’s not my best work. Let me know what you think and if I should do a part two just to round off the story. I’m thinking we could all use a little more smut in our lives?

the angstiest thing i’ve ever written and i can’t think of a title for it

Request: ANGSTY IDEA what if Y/N tries to surprise Shawn and gets Andrew and Brian and Geoff to distract Shawn while she sets up an anniversary dinner in his hotel room, except when he gets back he brought a girl with him (she’s actually like a ring designer or something cuz Shawn wants to propose so hes gonna talk about what he wants while she sketches & helps him) and Y/N gets all pissed and Shawn tries to explain but cant explain without giving up the secret so he says nothing

a/n: holy fucking shit i actually love this so much. also i don’t know how to end things properly so it is what it is (also this is 1684 words can you believe) (angstiest is a word shut up)


You waited until Shawn went out for his morning jog with Geoff to confront Brian and Andrew about your plans. “Do you think you could keep Shawn out of the hotel room until dinner?” You asked, following the two men as they walked down to the pool.

“Sure, why?” Andrew asked, glancing at you over his glasses.

“Tomorrow is our anniversary, but he has a concert. So I want to make tonight special. I want to have a nice dinner set up when he gets back.” You gave a pointed look to Brian when you saw him wiggle his eyebrows.

Andrew cooed at your plans. “For sure, we can keep him out. Just let us know when he’s allowed into the room.”

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BTS Reacts - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

request via dms : “a little react of BTS finding out that you’re pregnant?”


Min Yoongi: ‘I’ve never thought about raising a family,’ he casually says in passing, as he watches a happy family walk past, through the window. You’re a week into your pregnancy; you haven’t told anyone. You know Min Yoongi is focused on his career, and having kids wouldn’t really fit into his lifestyle. You don’t want to burden your boyfriend of several years, but you know you’re going to have to let him know about this sooner or later, no matter how hesitant you are. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you curtly confess. His turns around so swiftly; his jaw hangs open for awhile, processing this knowledge - he is going to be a dad. It scares him, and he is resisting every instinct in his body that makes him want to run out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the person he loves, about to give him the gift of his life. The truth is that Min Yoongi has never thought about raising a family - until he met you.

“I … what? Are… are you serious?”
( You nod in reply. )
“… I guess I’m gonna have to get used to more than one person calling me ‘daddy’, now…” 

Park Jimin: You’re nervous as to how he is going to take the news of an unexpected pregnancy. When he emerges from the elevator, he explodes with enthusiasm - ‘jagi, did you watch us on television last night?’, ‘did you see us accept the award?’ - an endless stream of questions pour out of the singer. Hoseok asks if you’d like to go out for drinks with them, but you refuse. ‘Why, are you pregnant?’, joked Namjoon. You stare at your boyfriend while he’s on his victory-high, but the look you’re giving him causes his bouncing to slowly come to a stop. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and Hoseok constantly switches his attention between your still bodies. He mouths a visible ‘oh my god’, exchanging glances with Namjoon. You mutter a weak ‘yes’ - hearing you say that you’re about to give him a baby makes him queasy - but little does Jimin know, down the road, he would be a proud father of three sons, and he would wonder why he ever overreacted in the first place.

“J-Jagi, are you for real? I… can’t even… what!? How!? We… we used a condom, didn’t we!?”

Kim Seokjin: You’re having lunch together, when suddenly, your body convulses, and you make a break for the bathroom. He’s concerned for you, so he gets out of his seat and walks over to the door, calling for you from outside. You quickly retort for him to stay out, and you start retching between words. His brows knit - did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? He’s noticed you taking trips to the toilet a lot more, but he’s always thought it’s because of how much water you’ve been drinking lately. A pang of realization hits him when he thinks of the last possible reason for your sudden illness. The last time you’d slept together was a month ago. Seokjin definitely sees children in his future, and even though he has trouble stomaching all this right now, he’s unable to contain himself. He would want nothing more than the person he loves to bear his child. Having kids would mean the world to him, but he needs to ask you one thing before he accepts this turn of events.

Jagiya… I know you’re pregnant. I want you to know, that I’m ready as ever to embark on this journey with you. I want to be with you and our child forever, if you’ll have me.”
( What are you saying, Jin? )
“… Will you be my wife?” 

Jung Hoseok: You’re at the doctor’s office - you haven’t been feeling particularly well lately, so you decide to take your problem to the clinic by yourself. When the doctor informs you of your unplanned pregnancy, your heart stops. You’re not sure how to get this news to your boyfriend. You ring up Hobi to tell him that you’re dropping by Bighit. His ears are sharp - he is able to detect the anxiety in your shaky voice. He pesters you to tell him why you’re upset, and after at least five minutes of his persistence, you cave in, announcing your pregnancy. There is a long silence on the call, and you’re concerned that he hasn’t digested this news well. Hobi is a family man - the thought of spending the rest of his life with you and his new kids gets him amped to a maximum. Jung Hoseok runs at full speed into the practice room, yelling at the other six members of Bangtan as you hear him wail over the call:

“I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY, EVERYONE!”

Kim Namjoon: ‘I’m flipping out, what do I do?!’, Kim Namjoon eavesdrops on your phone call as he stands idly outside your bedroom. He’s noticed how tense you are all night, and he’s tried breaking the ice with both affectionate kisses and playful humour, but none of it unwinds you from discomfort. Hoseok finally returns your calls after hours of you dialing him. You had to tell someone, just not Namjoon yet. He urges you to relax, and to just talk to your long-time boyfriend. When you’re through with the call, you find the man himself seated down on the sofa, having been left to a state of uncertainty after hearing the word ‘pregnant’ escape your lips. Namjoon’s undecided about his opinions on having kids - it’s not that he’s unwilling to start a family with you - he just can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. Watching you freak out puts him on edge, so he tries to remain as calm as possible, making the first move, struggling to keep in his panic:

“… Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Like, I don’t know… BEING PREGNANT!?”

Jeon Jungkook: The answering machine on the desk beeps as Jungkook screens through the calls in the apartment. He’s decided to make himself comfortable at home before you return from work, so checking his calls is the first order of business. A medical clinic calls, ‘the results of your blood test for pregnancy are in, and it’s positive - please get back to us if have any more inquiries’. Jungkook has reached a whole new level of freaking the fuck out - he is so shook, that he simply goes about his regular routine around the house, making himself a bowl of cereal before sitting on the couch, waiting for you to return. His brain has short-circuited, and he just stares blankly ahead. Some part of him is wondering why he’s so scattered about you bearing his child - sure, he is young - but if there’s anyone in his life he wants more to have kids with, it’s you. This line of reasoning results in him being more accepting of the fact that he’s about to be a father.

“… I wonder what’s a good name that goes with Jeon…”

Kim Taehyung: He’s casually brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when his eyes catch something unusual in the dustbin. ‘Jagi, what is this?’ You hear Taehyung’s voice from your bedroom, and it clicks in your mind that you haven’t taken the trash out yet. Ohmygod, you think, starting to feel the dread set in. You fly off your bed, scuttling toward the bathroom in haste, panting hard from racing your way there. You find him examining your pregnancy test closely. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to make sure through a doctor’s visit, first. You bite your lip, anticipating his reaction - however, when he turns to you, you see tears well up in his eyes. You’ve been afraid to bring this news to him, but you should have known that Taehyung loves kids like nothing else, and to him, discovering that the love of his life is going to bring him even more happiness than they already have, makes him realize: one by one, all of his dreams are coming true.

“Yah, pabo… I can’t believe you’re pregnant… do you know how much this means to me?”


This was hard to do, mostly because I kept juggling back and forth between them reacting as ready, future parents, or unexpected recipients of the news. Either way, I sincerely hope you liked how it turned out - thank you for requesting, please enjoy! <3

Eat Me

Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out

Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3

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“Frienemies” to Lovers pt.5

Originally posted by bangtan


-time skip-

“I miss her!” Tae whined, rolling on the floor.

“I miss her too!” The other 95 liner joined Taehyung on the floor.

“Guys…”

“When can we visit her?”

“Guys…”

“She made the best japchae too!”

“It’s only been a week.”

“One week too many!” The friends sat up as they pouted. “Can we visit her?”

“She says she’s been busy.” Namjoon told Tae.

“Let’s surprise her!” Hoseok suggests.

“But we can’t let you-know-who know about this. She is apparently dead to him.” Jin said remembering the drunk Yoongi.

“Even so, she would want him to be happy even if she isn’t in his life.”

“She deserves someone so much better.” Jin complained, “She’s suffering because of him and all she cares about is if he’s okay. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend! Yoongi is taking it for granted. Does he even realize how much her life changed when she became friends with us.”  With Jin being your best friend, he knew about all your problems before you became friends with the rest of  Bangtan. No one believed in you and that you would be able to be a
(dream job). You wanted to prove your haters wrong and now you couldn’t do that. He knew that you wouldn’t let words hurt you but he also knew you would break when Yoongi would spat out every piece of hate that he had for you.

“Shouldn’t we just try and convince him again?” Jimin asked. “Maybe he might finally stop being so stubborn. We need to stop him now.” Yoongi wasn’t himself anymore. He was always at Mina’s or at a bar with Mina and he started focusing less on his music–something very uncommon for the man–and he avoids all the members.

“That’s not gonna happen. This is Yoongi we’re talking about.” Namjoon sighed out.

“Does he even remember what happened that night?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah because someone told him!” 5 boys looked at a sheepish TaeHyung.

“I’m sorry!” He said.

“Anyways, I guess we can go without him and surprise her. He’s always gone nowadays.” Jin shrugged as he takes off his pink apron and packs up food for you.

“Let’s go!” Jimin cheered. Everyone got up and got ready to see you.

They arrived at your house and knocked on the door.

“y/n! Are you home?” You were on the couch, peacefully watching kdramas not crying at all. You stood up and walked to the door. You opened it and brightened at the boys’ presence. “y/n!”

“Hey guys! What’s up?” The boys were definitely in shock to see so bubbly like how you used to be. Did you really get over Yoongi?

“We’re doing great now that we can see you!” Jin smiled as everyone sat at the dining table.

“How’s Yoongi?” A flinch of shock was brought upon the boys. They never expected you to ask about Yoongi, let alone even endure the mentioning of the man. You noticed the flinch and looked at them suspiciously, “…What’s going on with him?”

“U-um! Well, it’s a long story.”

“I have time.”

“Well…after you left and we went home after helping you unpack, we saw Yoongi drunk with Mina and he said….things. And now he’s avoiding us and he’s always out in the club with Mina, doing who knows what. And we’re suspicious that he misses you but he’s being stubborn or maybe he’s going through a state of denial and that he’s thinking that he’s not in love with you when we know he really is OR he’s starting to feel the guilt after the incident with you two.” Namjoon explains.

“…wow.” was all you can say as you processed everything. Like a turtle, you were usually slow. But there are those day where you were faster than the others. “I already knew.” They spat out their water that magically appeared, spraying water at each other’s faces.

“H-how?” Hoseok sputters out as he wipes off the water the Jimin spat at him. “Dirty water, my faceu, don’t toucheu.”

“I saw him at the club at some point.”

“YOU WENT TO THE CLUB!?”

“Jin, I’m a year younger than you. I’m not a teen.” You sipped on your water. “I saw him and he flirted with me while he was drunk. And we talked about…things.”

-flashback-

You were forced by some idiot friend of yours to go to a damn club. You sighed heavily, looking at all the sweaty bodies and hearing the bass practically blow your eardrums out.

“Hey girl!” You hear a familiar voice slur at you. You looked and saw Yoongi, walking wobbly towards you. “You looking fineeeeee….” He flirted.

“’M Yoongi. You should meet my girlfriend, she looks just like you.” You rolled your eyes. “Her name is y/n.” You froze.

“She’s so beautiful. I miss her. She left me. I want her in my arms and I wish I didn’t tell her all shitt about me hatin’ herr.” He leaned his body against you, breaking you out of your frozen state. “HOLD ME TIGHTTTT.” He sang loudly.

“y/n! Please come back!” He started crying all of a sudden. You instinctively not because you want to hug his smol self hug him. “You’re so cuddly like her. But I couldn’t cuddle her because she hates me.” Here’s where you started to break down but before you could, Mina pulled Yoongi away from you.

“Get away from him! Let’s go oppa.” Mina dragged him out before he could protest.

-end flashback-

“Whaaa..?”

“He called you…”

“HIS GIRLFRIEND?!” The boys screamed in unison.

“He misses you!”

“Is this why he’s avoiding us?!”

“He was pretty drunk at the time so I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t remember.” You shrugged casually but on the inside, when you recalled the moment, your crush on him has started to redevelop.

“That means he misses you and wants you!”

“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think he wants you in his arms.


Hello my little babies! ^^ I was feeling especially productive and well here’s the result! ^^ Thank you to those who both support the series and follow my blog. Very much appreciated. Also doing a quick plugin fro my YT channel.

It’s currently 9:25pm where I live and I am waiting for BTS on Knowing Bros but I have to wait for subs too. THE STRUGGLES

Have a good day, little babies! ^^

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anonymous asked:

omg can you please write a sequel/ part 2 to that supercorp fic you just posted where Lena finds out Kara is supergirl?!? It was so great but now I'm stressing that Lena doesn't react well. Only if you've got time of course :) also I love how you write supercorp in general, it's amazing and feels so on point

i have a fever & im hacking up a lung: this is, in my humble opinion, the time when my writing ability rly soars. rly comes into its strengths. rly just,,, fucjin rocks. enjoy, ur welcome :))
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kara has been waiting, and hoping - and stress eating her way through the kids menu - and more hoping, beyond the normal bounds of hope, that lena will turn up for the dinner date they’d set up before… before all that “i’m an alien blah blah specifically supergirl blah blah blah” stuff.

kara shoves her hand into her bowl of fries, pats around to find one as she checks the long row of windows and the two doors for any sign of lena. her face falls when all she encounters is the cool ceramic feeling of betrayal. and no lena.

she flags down a waiter.

“can i get another of the fries, please?”

he looks at her like he knows she’s already eaten her way through six of them. or maybe like he knows she’s been stood up. it makes her feel worse - slump back in her chair and try to keep from feeling like her heart is being crushed kind of worse - and he nods hurriedly and scurries away into the kitchen.

she pulls out her phone, taps on the second contact, aaalex.

>if after three hours someone hasn’t shown up to a dinner….

>u got stood up
>or they’re dead

kara rolls her eyes. then has a minor panic because, well, lena is kind of a magnet for attempted murder. she strains her ears to listen for lena but it’s futile this close to the ground, this close to so many people.

>kara
>lenas fine
>dont break the restaurant or ur phone

kara blinks down at her phone.

>have you been playing with the telepath drugs

>no lol i learned my lesson. i just figured she’s the only one u have been going on dates with so…

kara glares down at her phone, taps the CALL button with furious precision.

“we aren’t dating, alex. they’re friend dates. dates between friends.”

“mhm.”

“and also i have been on plenty of dates lately!”

“sure,” alex allows, but kara suspects she’s only half listening.

“they’re not dates,” she mutters. “but she did stand me up.”

“yeah i know. you put your “date between friends” in my calendar so i was kind of surprised when she marched herself into my office tonight. she signed everything.“ alex waits for a moment. kara says nothing, just stubbornly munches through the fries the waiter puts in front of her. she’s relieved to hear lena is actually okay, and that she signed, but it’s all overshadowed by the fact that lena isn’t here, with her, eating something kara can’t pronounce and gushing about the science she’s been working on and the way she smiles when kara orders seconds and tries to pay and alex is talking again. "not sure what kind of damage control thats worth, if any. i mean, she’s a luthor. but i told j'onn not to even think about wiping her. or, i thought it really loudly.”

kara sighs.

“as is my right as a big sister, i get to tell you you’re an idiot,” alex says, far more mildly than kara expected. or deserved, really. “so what the hell happened? i thought we’d at least talk about it before you told her.”

“it wasn’t something i could deny. maybe i could’ve,” kara mutters, “if it weren’t for my too expressive face.”

“the too expressive face,” alex agrees unhappily. “you got us in a lot of trouble with that.”

kara rolls her eyes. “sorry twelve years late?” she offers and alex hums her thanks. “plus m'gann said hi. like she knew me, you know? she didn’t know someone was with me, it’s not her fault, but yeah. lena knew. i could see it. and then we were at her place and i realised she just knew i was an al- a foreigner,” she corrects, looking around the mostly empty restaurant, “and not supergirl,”

“hold up. she let you into her place knowing you’re an alien?”

“yeah.”

“huh, okay.”

“what?”

“no, nothing. let me guess, you told her.”

“dramatic reveal and all.”

“and this was…”

“last night.” kara checks her watch, lifts her hand to get the bill. she grimaces when she sees how expensive it is to eat her way through her feelings. but hey, if she’s going all out, what’s a little more? “can i get two of your pizzas takeaway and also four brownies? please.”

the waiter looks ill at the request but kara is too upset to care that she’s eaten way too much tonight. by human standards. she could still eat.

“alex, you still there?”

“yup.”

“are you free tonight?”

“nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with some relish. “day off tomorrow, maggie and i are taking our bikes down the coast, remember?”

“right, right.” kara hands over her card to the waiter, signs the bill he brings over. “what do i do?”

“about lena?”

“no, about the state of affairs in, ugh i can’t be bothered,” she mutters. “yes, about lena.”

“um. well, she hasn’t tried to kill you yet so…talk to her?” kara hears her step out into an echoing room - the parking lot, she guesses, and alex’s car beeps. “hold on, i’ll switch you to my hands free,”

“no, no, it’s okay. drive safe and have fun tomorrow.”

“we will. and i love you.”

“love you too.”

//

“hi, jess.”

“kara!” jess smiles over at her. “late night for everyone, hmm?”

“yeah, what are you doing here? it’s midnight, you should be home.”

“i’m just finishing up some work, i have the week off from tomorrow,” she explains. “do you want to see miss luthor?”

her phone buzzes on the side and jess glances up at kara after reading the message.

“let me guess, she’s not in.” jess gives her an awkward smile and kara closes her eyes, nods. “of course,” she says quietly. “okay, well,” she swallows around the thick feeling of tears and sets the brownies on the counter. “um. these are for her. or you. have a good night bye have a fun week,” she says very quickly and almost runs back to the elevator.

it dings open in seconds and kara rushes in, leans back against the wall of it. she holds herself together as much as she can, can’t really help sniffling but she can excuse that on a cold. she stares over at the shut box doors of the elevator and knows the second she gets home she’s going flying.

//

she wonders if she still has her aunts suit. she doesn’t feel like reds and blues tonight, wants to fly without the expectation that comes with her suit.

//

the suit, alex tells her, was quarantined.

kara shoves herself into some old jeans and a deep blue sweater and jumps into the sky. when she’s higher than the tallest building, she rolls onto her back and floats, staring up at the sky.

winn is still in the DEO headquarters. she doesn’t fly down, but she hears him typing away and watching some show on his second monitor. he’s been working late a lot lately. she doesn’t know if something is wrong or if it’s more guardian business but she misses him. she’d text him an invite, or ask him about a game night, only she left her phone at home.

james is on the phone to lucy when she flies overhead and they’re over but he still sounds adoring when he speaks to her, and happy.

alex is - doing things no sister needs to hear.

“kara.”

lena’s voice is small and kara jerks, almost rolls into the path of a bat, before she detects the slight slight whine of a voicemail.

“i know it’s late, you’re probably asleep, i just wanted to talk and,”

kara lands with a slight thump on lena’s office balcony and lena turns. the slight stutter of her heart comes not when she sees kara’s face, but her body. or, clothes.

“kara.”

she ends her voicemail, steps over to unlock the door.

“hi. i wasn’t - i was flying, i heard you.”

“oh.” lena’s fingers twitch. she folds her arms. “i signed everything.”

“yeah. alex told me.”

“i apologise for missing dinner.”

kara takes a step back, shakes her head. lena looks nervous the moment she frowns and it rips at kara. she takes another step back.

“you didn’t miss it. you stood me up.” lena doesn’t say anything. “why - what does it change?” she asks. “how am i different?” she tries to keep the frustration from her voice but whatever, she’s upset that her best friend is all wonky over this, fight her about it.

“you’re supergirl.”

“yeah.”

“i’m,”

“if you say a luthor i’m going to scream,” kara tells her, and lena’s teeth click closed around that exact phrase. “i’ve been telling you for months that i don’t care about that.”

“that’s from before i knew,”

“but i knew!” kara cries. “i knew, and i meant it, and i still mean it, and i just want,” she stutters to a stop, lifts a hand to her eyes. she’s not wearing her glasses so she just covers them with a hand and slowly drags it away when she’s contained again. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want things to change. i didn’t,” the reason, or a reason, occurs to her and she sags a little. it’s selfish but lena deserves to know. “i didn’t want you to leave me,” she tells her, in a small voice.

lena has been very quiet and still as kara spoke and now she nods. “i am sorry about tonight. sometimes, i do things like that. when someone’s upset me.” she rolls her eyes delicately. “i’ve been told it’s a defence. throw someone off balance so i feel we’re on equal terms again.” her eyes are dark, cool. “i didn’t know. that you were an alien. i keep thinking and thinking, and i keep picking out all these instances and i just,” she shakes her head. “i can’t believe i didn’t know. i don’t like that i didn’t know.”

“i’m sorry.”

lena nods. “i can’t promise everything will be as it was before.”

kara nods as well. things - this, them - have changed and nothing goes back to how it was before a shift like that. as much as something might look the same, it never is.

“but i can tell you that in a month, there is a restaurant opening. i have four tickets, i would like for you to take one.” kara blinks at her. lena doesn’t smile but she does soften, a little. “i can’t tell how this is going to go, which is freaking me out a little and in a week i’m sure i’m gong to do something drastic,” she says with an edge of warning.

“i’ll be ready,” kara promises.

“good. all i can really say is that i will still want you to be around in a months time.” kara feels herself light up at the words. they’re not ‘i’m not leaving you’ or 'i’m not sending you away’ but they’re pretty damn close. “and i don’t know how i feel about this, i don’t know when I’ll figure it out, but i already miss my friend kara.” kara nods her agreement. she can feel a lena sized hole opening up inside her the longer lena speaks, making herself clear that there is going to be a distance, a time for them to figure this out. she’s sure it’ll be a good thing; she’s equally sure it’ll hurt like hell.

“tomorrow is too soon to hang out, right?” kara checks. “it’s just, alex is away and winn is busy and,” she holds up her hands, shakes her head. “no, nevermind, too soon.”

it grows a little awkward - lena thanks her for the brownies, declines when kara offers to fly her home.

but the next morning, kara opens her front door to lena’s driver, a box of cookies and a small pot of yellow flowers and a note with just a short message.

'our lives are filled with tomorrow’s. this one isn’t ours, but perhaps the next one will be. enjoy your day x’

kara tucks it between the photo frame on her bedside table and the lamp and brings the flower pot with her to the couch. she sets up her next season and pulls the pot into her lap, wraps an arm around it. she pats the pot fondly, sends a photo of herself with it to lena, and settles in.

Disposable pt14

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 


“How’s he feeling?” Jungkook asked, watching as you buttered toast to bring to Yoongi.

“How do you think he’s feeling?” You scoffed. Jungkook had been the one to hear you trying to half-carry Yoongi inside the previous night, and had helped without saying a word.

“Was he drinking because of all of us? We uh… Kind of backed him into a corner in the car…” Jungkook rubbed his neck, giving you an apologetic smile.

You sighed. Truth be told, while you were fairly sure whatever Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin had done to Yoongi in the car contributed, you didn’t think that was the main reason—it was more likely your fault. “I don’t know, Jungkook…” You said, turning to face him. “You could be nicer to him, though.”

Jungkook grimaced. “I know, Namjoon keeps telling me the same thing… I just get worried, you know? I don’t want you to get hurt because of some idiot who doesn’t treat you right.”

“I know.” You said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“But I’ve decided something. I think I misjudged Yoongi.” This came as a complete surprise to you. After all the death glares and accusatory questions, the last thing you thought Yoongi getting drunk would do was make Jungkook reconsider.

“Oh?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah. See, I’ve known him since college, and I guess I just… Assumed he was the same as he was back then when it came to dating.” Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe you changed him. Or maybe he changed, and then you started dating him. Either way, he’s different.”

“What do you mean?” You asked off-handedly. You didn’t want to sound like you didn’t know anything about what Yoongi was like in college, but you couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, you know… After that girl broke his heart, he just kind of…” Jungkook shrugged. “I never heard exactly what happened, you probably know more about all that mess than I do, but it was like he just… Stopped trying?” Jungkook sipped his coffee.

“Stopped trying…how?” You were in dangerous territory—Jungkook had accepted Yoongi, you didn’t need to put doubts back in his head—but you were so curious.

“He just…Shut himself off from the world. You should really talk to Yoongi about that though, I don’t like to gossip.”

You shook your head. “It isn’t gossip! I didn’t realize you two were so close.”

“We weren’t.” He said. “Not in college, I mean. Namjoon introduced us, he wanted us to be friends for some reason. I’m surprised Yoongi never mentioned anything about it. Then again, no one wants to relive painful memories, right?”

“Right. He doesn’t like talking about it, so…” You said, distracted by your own thoughts. “Jungkook? Do you remember what you heard happened between him and the girl?” It wasn’t your business, you knew, and you almost hoped Jungkook would say he couldn’t recall.

“I didn’t know him very well at the time.” Jungkook said, shifting slightly. “So I never heard from him. Just… what other people said.”

“And?” You pressed.

“And people said that he bought a ring to propose. Then walked in on her cheating.” Jungkook said it quietly, as though he was afraid Yoongi would hear. “And I don’t like spreading rumors, so you should really ask him.”

You nodded again, picking up the plate with toast on it and putting it on a tray along with coffee and some Tylenol. It was no wonder Yoongi pushed people away, going through that would be horrible—not that it excused the way he treated you when you were friends with benefits, but you could see how an experience like that might change someone.

Before you left the room, however, Jungkook caught your attention.

“Is…Is everything alight with you two?” He asked. There was no venom in his voice, however, just a genuine concern. “I know it’s not really my business, but…”

“Everything’s fine.” You assured him with a smile. “We’re fine.”


When Yoongi’s head finally stopped hurting enough for him to venture out of the bedroom, the yard looked nothing like it had the previous day. Large tents, big enough for at least five tables each had been placed around, with fairy lights strung all around. The sun was still a little too bright, so Yoongi turned to go back inside after finding where all the noise was coming from and not seeing you anywhere.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Seokjin asked from where he leaned against the side of the house, watching the workers. “Namjoon spends a stupid amount of money on these things, but they sure are pretty.” He flashed Yoongi a smile.

“Yeah, I guess.” Yoongi agreed. He had been looking for you (to find out what was going on, not because he wanted to be near you for some inexplicable reason) and in all honesty wanted to continue his search.

“Are you feeling better?” Seokjin asked, and Yoongi realized he had no idea how much you told them—or even if they had seen him the previous night. You brought him breakfast-in-bed and then disappeared, saying something about needing to help get ready for Namjoons party. “I know Jungkook said you were feeling quite ill this morning, do you think it was something you ate?”

“Just allergies, I think. I’m feeling much better, thanks.” Yoongi said, returning the smile. It was possible that you told Jungkook that he was sick, but the likelihood of Jungkook believing that seemed slim, so Yoongi didn’t know what to think.

“Good. That means you can help me decide where the DJ should set up.”


The day passed in a blur of yelling, decorations, and you trying to convince Namjoon that he wasn’t old, no matter how much you teased him about it. You saw Yoongi occasionally, being dragged around by either Soekjin or Jimin, but never for long enough to really talk to him. Jungkook told you that Jimin was doing it on purpose because he thought it was funny to watch Yoongi try to come up with excuses to be in the same room as you.

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neighbor aus; 

you found out i eat the same chinese food from the same takeout place everyday so you now show up at my door every night with dinner wow wanna come in and eat together? 

i screamed at your cat because it was sitting on my doormat and you saw and no i dont like cats at all and no im not a dog person either and what? no im not a horrible heartless person wtf no listen come inside and i’ll show you that i actually like fishies and i have 5 aquariums~

LOL you act like such a tough guy but this apartment has thin walls so guess what? i can actually hear you when you watch horror movies and shriek so why do you watch them if u’re scared also do you want me to watch them with you bc i’m never scared

you used to live in ur apartment with your boyfriend until you broke up and he left and now you’re crying on the floor not because he left but because you can’t sleep alone, so um im here??? 

look stop wearing tiny shorts and coming to my door and asking me to please repair your lights/air conditioner/microwave I SWEAR im not a repair man and also i totally know you’re trying to seduce me

i ran away from home and this is my first time living alone in a dingy run down apartment and you’re my neighbor and you have tattoos and you look scary but i saw you petting a kitten in the road earlier so im hoping you won’t kill me when i show up at your door bc i need a friend? 

The Asshole Jock

Originally posted by disneyshiddenislandrp

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Sarah

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, cocky ass Dean, clashing between Dean and Y/n, teasing, flirting, fluff, angst, sorta kinda sadness and heartbreak, fluff, more fluff, Dean being a sweetheart and even more fluff to end it all off.

Word count: 4100

Summary: Of course your teacher would make you work with Dean Winchester. Why wouldn’t she put you with the asshole jock?

A/N: Ok, so, requested fic from @ariannnawinchester -High school au, pretty pls ? I’m such a sucker for badboy/jock Dean and he ruffles the feathers of a goodie two shoes reader. Clichè, I know. But you’d write it so good! And then all the fluff! Pls and thank you? With a dozen cherries on top! So I don’t know if u wanted like a quiet ass reader, but I made my reader kinda sassy and a lot of back and forth with Dean. Also, sorry it took so long!! Hope u like it!!

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“Hey, y/n”.

You looked past the door, Dean Winchester leaning against the lockers, a smirk on his face.

“Yea?”

“Wanna come back to my place? You teach me about algebra. You plus me equals S-E-X?”

You rolled your eyes, slamming the locker shut.

“Screw you, Winchester!” you yelled over your shoulder, shaking your head as he let out a raucous laugh.

“Immature asshole”.

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