he appears for a few seconds but whatever

Better With Age

Summary: Sam freaks out a little about growing older. You comfort him.

Word Count: 1900ish

Warning: standard smut, a little dirty talk

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! XOXO


It’s the little things.

Sam starts an intense multivitamin regimen in the mornings. He cuts back on the beer. He tries his best to start sleeping five or six hours instead of the usual four.

You get it. You aren’t twenty-one years old anymore either. Sore muscles take a couple of days longer to heal, too many beers at dinner makes you feel awful the next day, and you just simply don’t have the stamina you used to.

Sam is just trying to ward off middle-age as long as he can, despite the fact that he’s not even there yet.

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All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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Songs and Vamps

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

Word Count: 2,220

Author: Deka

Warning: Blood, violence, weapons, sexual innuendos, fluff, a litlle angst, that’s it.

Pairing: Lucifer x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: After a good morning song, the boys and Y/N went on a hunt to kill some monsters, what could go wrong?

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Fight or Flight (Elorcan) pt 2

So this was originally supposed to be two parts- I might do a third, though. We’ll just have to see ;) 

Lorcan was, frankly, surprised he had been invited to Whitethorn’s bachelor party. He wasn’t even in the wedding party-he and Rowan hadn’t been THAT close in a long, long time, and he knew he had been invited out of common courtesy, since Aelin the bitch-queen hated his guts. He wasn’t too fond of her, either. Okay, he wasn’t fond of her at all. 


   Yet he-and Vaughan, Fenrys and Connall, who weren’t in the wedding party either- had been cordially invited to whatever the hell Rowan had planned. Lorcan, thankfully, hadn’t seen bridezilla or any of her tittering bridesmaids; undoubtedly because they were already doing whatever Aelin had planned for her bachelorette party. There were only two days until the wedding- it would be easy to avoid her for that long. Tomorrow, he’d rest up from the hangover he planned on procuring, and then only wish her congrats on her big day before he, hopefully, never saw her again. Or at least for a few years. 


    The men in Rowan’s wedding party were alright, he supposed- he knew Gavriel, of course, and the best man, his son Aedion. Chaol Westfall was a little pompous, but Lorcan would never see him again so that didn’t matter anyways, and Dorian Havilliard was sort of like a puppy dog, but calm enough that he wasn’t a problem. That didn’t mean Lorcan was having a good time, though. It was barely nine and he already wanted to get hammered enough to forget about the awkwardness in the atmosphere. 

    But at least the tension wasn’t between him and anyone else- at least, not yet. 
  

  "Any particular reason the witch didn’t get her ass up here, Dorian?“ Aedion drawled. 
   

 The raven haired man fixed him with a steely gaze, but Gavriel’s son didn’t back away, even at his father’s long suffering sigh, the sigh that used to be reserved for only Fenrys. "Manon," Dorian said pointedly. "Couldn’t make it. She sends an incredibly expensive wedding present, though, and we all know that will satisfy Aelin." 
  

  There were a few chuckles of agreement, but Lorcan was reeling at the name- a name Marion had spoken fondly of on the plane ride there. Shit- no. He was just thinking this up because he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the woman he’d met the day before. Hadn’t been able to stop regretting not getting her damn number. Manon must have just been a common name that he’d never heard before. 
  

  Fenrys groaned from where he and his twin lounged in the leather couch of the private section they’d secured for the time being. "Does that mean her perky little cousin isn’t coming either?” He whined. “Gods, what I would GIVE to have another encounter with Asterin-" 
    

"Don’t be a pig, Fenrys,” Connall rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of brandy Vaughan handed his way. 
  

  Asterin. Manon. Both names Marion had mentioned. Before he could open his mouth, Fenrys asked the question weighing on his mind for him. “Who exactly is in the wedding party if they aren’t?" 
    

Aedion took a swig straight from one of the bottles and counted off on his fingers, "Lysandra, Aelin’s best friend,” by the flicker in his eyes, she was something to him, too, but he didn’t elaborate, “Evangeline, Lysandra’s foster sister, Nesryn Faliq, another friend-” a sly glance in Westfall’s direction at that, “And our adoptive sister Elide." 
   

 Lorcan felt his heart sink just a little bit. No Marion. Perhaps it was just a small world and Marion knew two of Aelin’s friends, but not Aelin herself. He poured another glass for himself, again cursing himself for being a prideful idiot and not asking for her damn number. Now he was never going to see her again. 
-
  

  Aelin got strippers. Of course she did. Elide shook her head fondly as they clambered back into the limo, all of them laughing. She wasn’t shocked at all that her sister had gone all out as one of her last days as a ‘free woman.’ She had made several jokes about being 'put in shackles’ in two days, but Elide knew she didn’t mean it. She was hopelessly in love with Rowan, and everyone knew it. 
    

Faintly, Elide felt a little stab of jealousy, but she pushed it off. She wouldn’t think about the fact that she’d never, and might not ever, feel the love both her siblings felt. And she definitely didn’t think about the super hot stranger she’d met on the airplane. 
   

 Aelin’s phone buzzed and she drunkenly pulled it out, gulping down another glass of champagne. She and Lysandra were already wasted, along with Ansel, who had joined them, and Nesryn was getting there, but Elide had only nursed one beer and one glass of champagne, and didn’t plan on drinking any more. Vernon had been a drinker, and an abusive one at that. The blonde gasped, leaning on her and practically shoving the screen in her face, though she was waving it so fast there was no chance of actually reading it. 
   

 "Dorian texted,” she slurred. “They just-hiccup- got to the Sea King. Let’s crash it?” Everyone else cheered, so Elide just went with it. She was sure Rowan wouldn’t mind his fiance showing up drunk and throwing herself at him. 
    

They arrived at the Sea King-a bar downtown that they loved to frequent. Rowan wasn’t much of a club guy, though Aedion had forced him to go to one strip club-something Aelin wouldn’t appreciate in the morning- and Elide was sure he was more than comfortable to end the night at a place he actually knew. Aelin led the charge in her scandalous red dress and hot pink 'I’m the fucking bride’ crown that she found just hilarious, and Lysandra and Ansel paraded after her, Elide and Nesryn taking up the rear. 
   

 It had been a while since she’d been to the Sea King, but Elide knew it well- it was classy, for a sea themed bar. She knew Rowan and her siblings wouldn’t go to it probably at all if it wasn’t. And the sea embellishes were subtle, too- no obnoxious sea wall paper or tables made out of boat parts, thank the Gods. The bridal party moved towards the back, searching for the men, and Aelin didn’t seem apologetic at all as she looked into sections occupied by other people. 


    Elide knew her sister had found Rowan because she very loudly announced, “I’M HERE TO TAKE MY FIANCE HOME." 


    "You’re really already hammered?” Aedion complained. “It’s barely past midnight!" 


     "And how the hell did you track us down?” A slightly familiar voice-Vaughan she recalled- asked. Someone must have pointed at Dorian, because there were groans of his name. 


     “What?” The Havilliard defended. “It was getting boring." 


     "Are any of you sober?” The voice of Chaol asked, and Nesryn appeared in front of her in the doorway. 


    "Elide is,“ she said, gesturing backwards with her head. "She’s barely had anything to drink." 


    Aedion, Aelin and Rowan knew why she didn’t get drunk, but no one else did, and because she didn’t want to bring the mood down, she teased, "One of us has to keep track of the rest of-” she trailed off as she entered the section and there was Lorcan, lounging on a leather couch with a glass of some liquor in his hand. 


    Shit, shit, shit. 


    He started at the sight of her before his eyes narrowed, putting two and two together. Nesryn had called her Elide, not Marion. Her cheeks went red at being caught in her lie, and everyone noticed. But they thought she was flustered for a whole other reason. Aelin was too drunk to go all 'protective big sister,’ but Rowan and Aedion immediately zeroed their attention in on Lorcan. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. 


    “I need another damn bottle,” he grumbled before he was hoisting himself up gracefully and stalking past her, down the hall to the bar. She waited two seconds, paralyzed, before she hurried after him. Better to deal with him then all of her friends and family. 


    It took her a little longer to get to the bar with her limp, and he was already at the bar, waiting for his bottle, a 50 on the counter in front of him. She slid into the bar stool next to him, and he glanced over, a cutting smile on her face. “Fancy seeing you again, Elide.


    She sighed, putting her head in her hands. "To be fair, I never thought I’d see you again." 


    He shook his head. "You talk with me for two and a half damn hours about books and music and whether cats or dogs are better, yet you can’t tell me your real name? How can I even be sure the rest of the shit you spewed out was real?" 


    "It was,” she said roughly before her shoulders sagged slightly and she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I just.. don’t trust men easily. And I thought we were only going to dispense with pleasantries, not talk the whole time. I DEFINITELY didn’t expect to end up at the same wedding." 


    He studied her for a moment. "You mentioned an abusive uncle…” he paused. “This really isn’t any of my business, but… did he…" 


    She knew what he meant. "No,” she shook her head. “He never tried that. But there were, uh, a couple of guys who worked for him that almost did.” Bile rose in her throat, and she swallowed it down, shrugging a shoulder. “But they didn’t, so it’s fine." 


    "It’s not fine,” he said stonily, and how hadn’t she noticed how tense he had gotten at the words? 


    “You’re right, it’s not,” she agreed. “But it was years ago.” She glanced back towards the hall, half convinced Rowan or Aedion would appear within a few seconds. “You do realize they think we had sex, right?" 


    The grin he flashed her way was predatory. "I like it when you blush." 


    She glared at him half heartedly. "And here I was, about to ask if I could make up being an idiot to you." 


   "I’m listening." 


    She bit her lip. "There’s a 24 hour breakfast place down the street.. I mean, if you like breakfast food. And don’t want to return back to-” there was a shout followed by what could only be Lysandra’s cackling, “whatever that is." 


    He was already pulling back the 50 and withdrawing from the bar. "Breakfast food at midnight with a beautiful woman or watching your sister grind on my former colleague?” He asked, totally smirking when her face flamed red again at 'beautiful woman.’ Bastard. “I don’t know how I’ll ever choose." 


    She withdrew from the bar, too, knowing his answer. "I didn’t peg you as the joking type." 


    "To be fair, I’ve been drinking. And with Fenrys and Aedion all night." 


    "Okay, touche,” she allowed, glancing again towards the hall. 


    “They’re just going to think we’re having sex again." 


    Not that it was any of their business who she slept with, anyways. "I don’t care,” she tipped her head up defiantly. “I want Belgium waffles.” His chuckle chased her out into the night air, and, despite the chill, she felt warm.

Kenny the ISFP-T

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These will be my own interpretations of each of the main four. Since these are gonna take a while I may as well separate them into individual posts by character. Besides they’re easier on people’s dashes this way.

Kenny… I fully expect this to be a tough one.

Introverted – “ I often prefer doing things alone or with one or two people I feel comfortable with. I take time to reflect so that I have a clear idea of what I’ll be doing when I decide to act. Ideas are almost solid things for me.”

Well this one’s easy. Kenny’s very clearly an introvert. He talks to only a handful of people and only chooses a few moments to do so, other times simply taking in information or satiating his own boredom. But socializing? Not one of his hobbies. There’s even some times where he’s silent even when people directly talk to him.

 His reactions are mostly internal, making external reactions seem very minimal.

Another thing I noticed, on the topic of that ^ Kenny doesn’t really talk to his parents. It’s more like they tell each other things and then that’s the end of it. 

There are only a handful of scenes I’ve seen where Kenny talks to his parents and they’re all short and to the point. The only exception is when he’s dressed as Mysterion. That’s actually an interesting thing to note. I could totally see Kenny using this as a way to talk to his family completely unfiltered.

The fact that Kenny doesn’t talk to his family much actually makes the depiction of his friendships even more heartwarming, since with the four boys he definitely comes out of his shell, showing a little snippet of every side of him to them.

But even then, he’s still pretty reserved. There’s very few times when Kenny will do something like go on a long winded speech or go out of his way to start a conversation. That’s got nothing to do with a comfort zone. That’s just the way Kenny is. He’s not shy, especially with his filthy mouth. He just doesn’t talk much.

Sensing – “Paying attention to physical reality, what I see, hear, touch, taste, and smell. I’m concerned with what is actual, present, current, and real. I notice facts and I remember details that are important to me.“

When I took the test I got the result of INTJ, but that was a little while ago, and looking at Kenny with the info I’m reading about the MBTI, the way he makes decisions is definitely in a Sensing approach, not an Intuitive approach.

Kenny is very much about the reality of every situation. He observes things in a very “that’s the way it is” manner, constantly weighing his options over whether or not it’s worth taking action as opposed to letting it happen. Most of the time he doesn’t interfere with most things, probably from a fear of dying if things escalate too quickly, which, they tend to do. And that of course is because of his repeated experience of dying at the drop of a hat. 

But that’s when things are already in motion. On the flip side, when nothing is happening and he is asked to do something, he often doesn’t object. Especially if it’s for the sake of an activity for his friends,

or for the sake of money.

But despite all the watching and thinking he does, he really doesn’t bother with philosophical or morally dubious questions. It’s an easy task for Kenny to accept things the way they are without much hesitation, and he can’t really be bothered with the question why. 

That’s probably how he ended up being Cartman’s best friend. A loyal friend who doesn’t ask questions makes for a good partner in crime.

Feeling –  “I believe I can make the best decisions by weighing what people care about and the points-of-view of persons involved in a situation. I am concerned with values and what is the best for the people involved. I like to do whatever will establish or maintain harmony. In my relationships, I appear caring, warm, and tactful.”

Probably the biggest misconception in the fandom is how Kenny handles relationships. Sure he talks a lot about how he wants to fuck tons of bitches to his friends and is incredibly crude about it, but that’s not how he treats his girlfriends.

Despite his frustrations with them and the fact that he actually does want to get laid with them, he treats them very sweetly and never directs any anger towards the particular girl he’s with. 

And even when it looks like he’s not going to get what he wants he still sticks around with them, even though he’s not happy with the outcome. He’ll go along with it for them. 

The fact that he changed his entire lifestyle for Tammy with no hope of a reward was a very drastic decision, but considering it was his first real life girlfriend it was probably a nice change to his usual domestic setting.

At a first glance this may not seem like a drastic decision considering it’s just settling into a dreary life, but it really is one. Kenny was consistently exposed to completely different stimulants before he went along with Tammy’s weird ring philosophy. Huffing paint, drawing tits, playing bloody video games, looking at playboys… For him to live a very opposite life, even when Tammy wasn’t around to catch him doing something different is very much an extreme. And it’s very rare for him to do.

Usually consistent in his everyday but subtly delinquent life, Kenny’s decision making rarely leads him to jumping into action. When it does, it’s purely emotion driven.

And most of the time incredibly reckless.

Those decisions aren’t logic driven. There may be logic behind it, but that isn’t what makes them happen. He feels the emotion, for maybe a few seconds he may rationalizes, but then he just does it.

Perceiving - “I use my perceiving function (whether it is Sensing or Intuition) in my outer life. Others see me staying open to new experiences and information. I like to stay open to respond to whatever happens. I appear to be loose and casual. I like to keep plans to a minimum. I work in bursts of energy.”

Kenny doesn’t give a fuck. 

I mean he does, but he certainly doesn’t think it’s worth worrying over. Kenny goes with the flow. STDs? Fuck it let’s roll the dice. Girlfriend not giving you a blowjob? Fuck it, watch some Grey’s Anatomy. Peruvian Flute Band stealing your thunder? Fuck it let’s dance.

He’s very fond of not being stressed and he definitely doesn’t like to brood. Slowing down to Kenny is the worst and he’d always rather being doing something than sitting down and moping about something not going his way.

Kenny just goes wherever life takes him, constantly being entertained by what he sees and just going with it as best he can.

Kenny isn’t negative or bored unless he’s absolutely forced to be. He’ll look for any kind of stimulant to avoid boredom and negativity. And considering he’s poor and lives in an abusive household, sometimes these wacky adventures his best friend and friend group drag him on aren’t around enough. Sometimes he needs a little substitute.

Kenny isn’t picky. He’s flexible and willing to try anything.

Overall Kenny is definitely a rare type of character. The quiet kid who will roll with anything you throw at him. An incredibly loyal friend who talks about doing the filthiest things but is also a sweetheart to women, and also a little bit of a druggie. But somehow, it all ties together. Character goals.

That’s my character analysis on Kenny. Next up is Cartman… oh boy, that’s gonna be fun.

Stan the ESFP-T
Kyle the INFJ-A

some gifs I made myself, the others you can find at @south-park-gifs

Terminus // Daryl Dixon

Warnings: None


Originally posted by kinneyandreedus

You didn’t know how long it’d been or even what time of day it was, there was no way of telling whether it was day or night in the god forsaken warehouse. Cardboard lined the lower and higher windows taking away any signs of the outside world.

Your hands were tightly bound to the armrests of the chair where you were sure some ghastly wounds were to appear tomorrow, if you even made it to see tomorrow which you found yourself doubting.


You were beginning to become lightheaded from lack of food and serious dehydration. Last time you’d eaten was only hours before you were mercilessly pulled from your boyfriend, Daryl’s arms by the oh so kind people of terminus.



You held Daryl’s hand tightly as Rick tried to discuss a plan with the rest of the group that was currently being held like caged animals. Although you were having trouble listening due to your serious anxiety.


“We need to use every little resource we have as a weapon, everything counts” Rick spoke, power and hop laced his voice as always.

The doors were suddenly swung open and Gareth took a few steps in. It looked like he was assessing your group, his eyes landing on each one of you for a few moments before landing on you.


“You two haven’t left each other’s side once” he smirked wickedly

3 men walked towards you and grabbed you roughly, but daryl wasn’t going to give up that easy.

“Don’t touch her!” he growled harshly kept a tight grip on your hand, this only lasted a few seconds. 2 men successfully ripped his hand away from you and dragged you out into the open, away from your boyfriend and friends and away from any form of comfort you once held.


After hours of being tortured by Gareth and his ‘minions’ they had finally given up. You refused to ’be one of them’, you refused to give them what they wanted.

So here you were, tied to a chair in the middle of a warehouse. Oh and did you mention you’d just endured seeing a living, breathing man be sawed to pieces and ‘stored’ for later like some kind of meat product? It made you worry for the fate of your surviving friends and family.

Gareth stalked back in and you got mentally prepared for another round of interrogation before you quickly noticed the figures being dragged from behind him, bound and gagged and totally out of consciousness, your friends.

“What did you do to them” you growl harshly and tug on your restraints seeing Daryl’s lifeless body


“Just knocked em out for a bit, relax” Gareth told you, a smirk playing on his psychotic features like he somehow found pleasure out of this sick behaviour

One by one the group of men woke, they all looked slightly confused at first but quickly came to realisation.

“What did you do to her” Daryl snapped noticing the few bruises and cuts littering your skin, some from Gareth’s minions and some from fighting the dead

“Daryl, relax, i’m okay” you reassured him with tears running down your bruised cheeks

“We thought it’d make this a little more interesting if we had the princess over here watch. Maybe then it’ll change her mind about joining us” One of the men laughed and swung a big, metal bat over his shoulders

Your head was racing a million miles per hour.

They knocked off the boy at the end, before moving on and so forth draining the blood from the once lively bodies. They were coming closer and closer to your people. You began trying your best to get the ropes untied without any of the men noticing but without much luck, you were starting to accept your sad fate.

Daryls eyes locked with yours and you mouthed the words ‘i love you’, if you were all going to die today you wanted him to know just how much he meant to you.

Suddenly what sounded like bombs or gun shots went off from outside the compound, Glenn only seconds away from being knocked into darkness was spared for a few more moments.

From then on all chaos broke loose. You felt a knock to the head before screams erupted, you begin fading in and out of consciousness and were now practically deafened by whatever was going on outside.

“D-Daryl?” You stutter, trying to get the words out and ignore the big, black spots that seemed to be appearing in your vision.

“Let’s get you out of here darlin” he said and cut through the ropes that held you still. You could barely register what was going on when you felt yourself being lifted into his arms. Something was dripping down your forehead and it took you a moment before you realised it was blood, your own blood. That’s when the pain hit.

Dead bodies littered the path, gun shots ran through the air. The whole scene ahead of you was something purely out of a nightmare.

“I’ve got ya, we’re gonna get out of here” Daryl muttered. Somehow he was managing to carry your almost limp body and kill the dead at the same time.

“W-we made it?” you ask, Your voice sounding rough and scratchy

“We did darling, we’re out”

Three’s a Crowd (Part 10)

Originally posted by darkfrinda

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10.

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The Chulloon

Senpai @goddamnitdazai wanted me to write this special little scenario and plus this satiated my love for kid!Soukoku

~Admin Kat


6 years ago…

Raising Chuuya was no easy task. He was a hothead and was stubborn to a fault. However, Kouyou Ozaki’s biggest regret was introducing him to her wine cabinet. She had allowed him to have one glass during the mafia’s New Year’s Eve gathering and now the boy had his own entire collection of exotic and expensive wines. 

Raising Chuuya alongside Dazai was a whole other nightmare. The two were constantly bickering and Mori wasn’t one for disciplining children, so he usually left the two to Kouyou to deal with. Now, the two were a bit older, but that didn’t mean that the bickering and pranks ever stopped. 

“Ane-san!! Tell…that damned Dazai to leave me…alone!” a certain red-head said in between hiccups.

Kouyou was deciding to have a nice walk through the streets at night in order to avoid the chaos due to being in the mafia. But of course, luck was not on her side as she immediately heard the younger mafia member’s distressed voice. She looked up, her bangs covering her left eye. 

That very eye started twitching when she saw the scene in front of her.

Nakahara Chuuya was standing in the middle of the street, holding his hat in one hand and a bottle of wine in another. On the sidewalk was Dazai Osamu, pointing and laughing at how red Chuuya’s face had come from just a little bit of wine.

Chuuya stomped his foot, his blood vessel visibly popping out of his head. “I’m going to kill you!”

A red aura surrounded Chuuya as he unknowingly activated his ability.

“Neh, neh, your abilities won’t work on me you hatrack - Oh?” Dazai got interrupted as he noticed Chuuya lifting off of the ground.

The redhead began yelling out in surprise as he lifted off the ground. He would have begun flailing his arms around, except he had to hold onto the two things he admired most in this world. His hat and that bottle of wine. 

“ANE-SAN GET ME DOWN!” 

Both Dazai and Kouyou stared at Chuuya’s body for a few seconds as he began floating higher up into the air. When he reached the ten feet mark, Kouyou began acting.

“Chuuya, just deactivate your ability!”

“I can’t! I didn’t even activate it!”

“16 years old and you still can’t control it?! Hold onto to a tree branch!”

“I can’t!” Chuuya said again, still fiercely holding onto both his hat and the bottle.

“Let go of the wine bottle!”

“No! This cost me 200 dollars!!!!” 

At this point, Dazai was rolling on the ground, holding his sides, laughing hysterically at Chuuya’s misfortune. He knew he could’ve just ran to Chuuya and deactivated his ability for him, but why would he do that?

“…Ability: Golden Demon.”

Kouyou’s demon roared to life and appeared in front of her. It was prepared to immediately attack whatever enemy it was directed at, but was confused at Kouyou’s next orders.

“Bring Chuuya back down.” 

It gave its owner a blank look, not moving, slightly confused. 

“Now!” 

“…”

The demon continued staring at Kouyou for a few seconds before finally deciding to chase after Chuuya, who was floating nearly fifty feet up in the air and getting blown away by a slight air current.

“Ane-saaaaaaaaaaaaan-oomph!” 

Chuuya grunted in pain as he roughly ran into one of the local bar’s decorations, getting tangled up in the decor. 

The demon slowly floated over to Chuuya, who now had a defeated look on his face. It looked back down at Kouyou, shooting a look of Do I really have to do this? at her. Kouyou glared at it and it reluctantly turned back to Chuuya before it cut Chuuya free, grabbing onto his arm before he could float away again. 

Having been upside down for quite a few minutes, Chuuya’s face was now looking more green than it was red. 

If this wasn’t indicative enough, then what happened next should be…

…as Chuuya precisely emptied the contents of his stomach onto the demon as it carried him back down. The demon shot a beyond irritated look at its master.

But before it could come back down, Dazai decided to “accidentally” reach out to the demon and Chuuya, causing it to disappear and Chuuya to fall to the ground. 

Chuuya groaned in pain and irritation as Dazai casually shrugged.

“Whoops–!!!”

Now Dazai was the one groaning in pain as Chuuya used all of his remaining strength to crush his face against Dazai’s crotch before promptly passing out. 

We had our chance (Part 5)

Okay, so this is a direct continuation off Part 4, picking up where we last left off. Thank you for your support, I really appreciate every reblog, like and comment. Really, you all are the best! 

Part 1, Part 4, Masterlist, Requests, Askbox

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Summary: Love is like a puzzle, you have to find the right pieces to create the whole picture. But what happens when the pieces are incredibly small and easy to loose?

Warnings: This will contain angst. Not only angst, a little fluff as well, but the ride won’t really be an easy one. ALSO. This one might contain a little NSFW stuff. Nothing to bad, but yeah. You’ve been warned.

Wordcount: 2,631

Tags: @hopeandlovelastlonger (If more people wants a tag, then just tell me and I’d be happy to include you as well.)

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Believe In Me

Request: In which Jungkook swears to always protect you—even if you don’t accept him.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst, Guardian Angel!AU
Word Count: 8,681
Author’s Note: oh my god I finally finished this. I don’t know how I feel about it yet, but I hope you guys like it!!

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Jungkook doesn’t remember dying.

He actually doesn’t remember anything much about, well, anything. As strange as it may sound, all he really remembers is darkness. Just an endless pitch, devoid of any life, the only thing to keep him company the whispers and remnants of his own thoughts—even though he’s not even sure he’s had much to begin with. It just feels like he’s floating around in some sort of strange bubble of extended unconsciousness, aware of everything and yet absolutely nothing all at the same time.

He isn’t aware of how long he’s stuck in this stage, caught between the realms of the dead and the living, unable to settle in one for too long, before it feels like he’s being pulled down. As if the carpet beneath his feet have been ripped from below him, sending him spiraling until he’s standing within a white room with no doors and no windows.

It all feels a little bit like waking up, embracing some sort of artificial sunlight that takes the form of blinding lights without a source and Jungkook is left alone to walk, touch the walls as the questions spring in his mind like wildflowers. He’s confused, because even though he doesn’t remember dying he knows for a fact that he’s dead and when he pictured afterlife this is certainly not what he had been expecting. Whatever fantasy he may have conjured up in his mind seem a lot more exciting than the confined space of 4 walls, no end in sight.

“You must have a lot of questions right now.”

Jungkook whirls around towards the voice, sprouting from someone he knows could not have been in the room a few seconds ago. But again, he knows he must certainly be dead because how else could someone have appeared within a room with no windows or doors, an eerie quietness drifting and biting at his skin—a previous reminder that he had been alone.

Up until now.

The speaker of the statement is a man behind a desk, hair a short pale blue color and black framed glasses across his face, fingers laced together and folded upon a file. The man is unfamiliar, yet his smile is one of comfort and a vague recognition, and Jungkook could have sworn he’s seen this man before once in his lifetime. Or, at the very least, he trusts this man almost immediately. It could be a naive part of Jungkook’s original nature, but the man has just appeared to him out of thin air, seemingly willing to answer any question Jungkook dare try to speak—and he seems calm.

Jungkook turns to face the man completely. “I died,” He speaks quietly, clearing his voice when it sounds as if he hasn’t had to use it in years, like vocals rubbing against sandpaper.

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19 and my dear Jace Wayland :-D

Jace Wayland - “We were never meant to fight on our own.”

“Jace Wayland!” You placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to stand still. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have a demon to kill.” Jace turned around and rolled his eyes while he crossed his arms over his chest. “Didn’t I ask you to stay at the institute?”

“Yes, but I didn’t answer.” You raised your eyebrows and your lips curled up into a smile. “The answer is no. I won’t stay at the institute.” You cocked your head and your eyes met his. “This demon is dangerous and you’re not going to face it on your own.”

“Don’t you understand?” Jace shook his head and he placed both his hands on your shoulders so he could shake you. “How can I focus on killing that demon when I have to focus on protecting you?” He raised his voice and took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to get hurt or killed.”

“And I don’t want you to get hurt or killed either. But I’m not a damsel in distress, Jace.” You rolled your eyes and felt your heart racing in your chest. You loved Jace. You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else in the world, but sometimes you wished he was a little less confident and a little less stubborn.

“Why can’t you listen to me for once? Just once!” Jace softened his voice and his arms slid around your waist while he pulled your closer towards him. “I’ve been fighting demons on my own for as long as I can remember. Not one has been able to beat me. You really shouldn’t have come.”

You just opened your mouth to answer when you saw something moving from the corner of your eye. “Wait a second, Jace.” You paused for a moment and all your muscles tensed. “I think we might have to continue this conversation another time.” You curled your fingers around the seraph blade you were carrying. “It’s time to get to work.”

Jace looked over his shoulder and he let out a deep sigh. “Let’s get to work then.” He grabbed his seraph blade too and a few seconds later the two of you stood back to back ready to fight whatever would be coming.

As soon as the demon appeared it was as if Jace and you had fought side by side for years already. You knew what he was going to do before he did it and the other way round. Without needing to yell at each other, without needing to exchange a word, you were making him even stronger, while he was making you faster. It was a matter of minutes before you pierced the demon’s heart and watched how it fell apart at your feet.

“That was…” Jace stared at you in disbelief before his lips curled up into a smile. He didn’t smile that often, but when he did it was as if the sun and all the stars started shining at once. “That was amazing!” Jace wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up to twirl you around. “And here I thought that nothing could beat fighting and winning alone.”

We were never meant to fight on our own, Jace, and…” You pressed your hands to his cheeks. “I think all those hours of synching our bodies might have paid off.”

“I do still prefer our practice hours though.” Jace winked and you started smiling while your cheeks heated up.

“So do I.”

Villain

Pairing - Warren Worthington III x Female Reader

Word Count - 723

Dedicated to @jennsimagines because ily  ❤

Warren stumbled through the hallways, looking for some sort of privacy. No one could see him like this. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He’s supposed to be strong. He’s supposed to be stubborn. This is weakness.

“Traitor!” One of the students screamed out. The sound seemed to swirl around in his brain and taunt him. Why wouldn’t they leave him alone? He just wanted to be alone.

“Rat!” Another student joined in on the fun. He was getting close to his dorm. He felt tears prick his eyes and quickly wiped them away. Not here. Not in front of them. He isn’t going to lose like that.

“You’re scum!” His hands were shaking while he was trying to open his door. Fuck. He’s so close. He can’t break down here.

After what seemed like hours, he managed to open his door and slam it behind him. Warren made his way over to his bed and sat in silence for a few minutes. He finally let a few tears stream down his cheeks. He couldn’t handle this anymore. He had to leave.

A sudden, quiet knock at the door made him jump.

He wiped his face and tried to regain himself as much as he could. “Who is it?” Damn it, his voice cracked.

“It’s Y/N,” A soft voice replied. Relief flooded over Warren. “I was just wondering if you’re okay.. They had no right to say any of that to you.”

Y/N was the first student to welcome Warren. She was very gentle with him, always willing to help him find a classroom or with a homework problem. He wouldn’t admit it, but Warren had developed a bit of a crush on the girl. She was one of the only people that accepted him and looked over his mistakes. She trusted him.

Warren trudged over to the door and slowly unlocked it, allowing Y/N to enter his room. The door creaked open as she stepped in. Warren turned around to shut it when she stopped him.

“They made you cry.”

He forgot his eyes were still bloodshot.

In a swift move, Y/N wrapped her arms around Warren’s neck and pulled him in for a hug. He froze. She was small, standing on her tiptoes to be able to hug him. Her hair smelled like apple shampoo and gave a great sense of comfort. He slowly enclosed around her, all of his walls falling down, like they normally did when she appeared. It seemed like this was where he needed to be.

Y/N pulled away after a few minutes, breaking the hug and sending a pang of disappointment in Warren’s chest. “Warren, you’re better than that.”

“.. better than what?” Confusion was laced in his words. Y/N sighed and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears.

“No matter what anyone tells you,” She began. “you will never be a villain.”

Warren scoffed and all of the walls that had fallen were raised again within a second. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say Y/N.”

“I mean it,” Y/N continued. Her gentle gaze made Warren want to melt. “you are not a villain, Warren Worthington. You will never be a villain.”

Warren fell silent.

“I really mean that Warren. You are not a villain. I know you’re a good person. I’ve been next to you almost 24/7 for the past few months and you do not have bad intentions. What’s happened is that good person has been bashed back into a dark corner because of what you’ve been through. All these experiences have made you look at the world like it’s you or them, but I know that’s not really you. You’re such a beautiful person, Warren. I have so much faith in you.”

Warren heard a sob escape his mouth. How long had he been crying? He couldn’t remember, but it must have been a minute. He was covered in tear streaks.

Y/N grabbed a tissue off of his desk and wiped the tears from his face. She held him and whispered comforting things into his ears. She stayed with him. She trusted him. Warren seemed to forget everything that had happened to him during this time. All that mattered was that Y/N was here for him. She would protect him. She believed in him.

Maybe he wasn’t a villain after all.

Screaming from the Dr’s room

A smut request where Gerard is a gynaecologist, and things go a bit better than you expected.

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Staring down at the multiple tweets that didn’t interest you, you switched to another app to try and find something interesting that would fill your waiting time. Sure, you could just do things the old fashioned way and not have to have your eyes glued to the screen of your phone; but you didn’t feel comfortable enough to do that. You were at the doctors to get your pelvic examination done, nothing had been worrying you, but it’s always best to get checked out. You’d rather a bit of awkwardness  instead of being surprised with some kind of STI. Even though you knew it was a perfectly normal thing to get done, you didn’t really want to look around at the other people in the room, who would make it obvious that they were judging you.

After scrolling through twitter, facebook and tumblr five more times, you heard a little beep, as your name appeared on the screen in the waiting room. Putting your phone away, you walked towards the doctors room. You weren’t going to lie, you were a little nervous, you’d never been to one of these things before, so you didn’t really know what to expect. Your legs went wobbly beneath you, and you could tell that anything would set your cheeks alight, even if you got the tiniest bit embarrassed. Knocking on the door you took a death breath in, closed your eyes, entering when called by the doctor. You were met with a peculiar man, or at least peculiar for a doctor. A man in a blue suit stood in front of you, with crazy flame red hair. Well this certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. You expected maybe a fat middle aged man who hated his job, or a judgemental women in her 20’s who seriously regretted her life decisions. Instead this man introduced himself as Dr. Way, and seemed friendly and alert, not to mention… attractive. You sat down, placing your rucksack on the floor, thumbling with the strap whilst avoiding eye contact.

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Paying the price

Chapter 19

Originally posted by divergenthangover

*trigger warning: this chapter almost consists of nothing but violence & a few more darker scenes*

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The first thing I noticed was the steady dripping of water on what sounded like concrete, the same little droplets of water that were falling down on my skin after a day of heavy raining. The rusty old pipes running along the ceiling in my room were anything but tight and I was more than used to the occasional leak along its length but since it ran right above my bed I was screwed.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem because I could just go and sit in a corner that was comparative dry to the rest of the clammy room but not now while I was chained to the block of concrete that doubled as the cot I was supposed to spend my night on.

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Ikon x Mistletoe pt. 2

(Bobby, Chanwoo, Yunhyeong, Junhoe)

Part 1: Hanbin, Jinhwan, Donghyuk

This is so late. I apologize but it’s been so hectic because I got jury duty -____-

Originally posted by holykimjiwon

Bobby:

  • Totally looking forward to Christmas party
    • She has to let me kiss her in front of people now.
    • *Sudden realization* Wait, do people even do mistletoe in Korea?
    • No matter, I’ll bring it myself
    • Laugh like a maniac at his evil plan
  • Proceed to get 10 different bundles of mistletoe
    • Just for safe measure, let’s leave this everywhere.
  • The day of, he calls you over early on purpose to help prepping the party.
  • Smugly giggles at you but refuses to say why
    • Baby, can you come here for a second?
    • What is it Jiwon? Why are you standing so still? You never stand still.
    • Come here!
    • Plant the biggest kiss on your lips the second you’re within reach.
    • What the hell?
    • Mistletoe. *giggle like a mad person, point at mistletoe precariously hang on the door frame.*
  • I need help with the cake!
    • Don’t mess it up Jiwon. I’m not going to get you another one if you do, the line is murder right now.
    • I know, that’s why I need you *Trying so hard not to laugh*
    • What are you doing Jiwon, where’s the cake?
    • Cupping your face so you can’t run away. Lands the biggest peck on your lips then cheeks.
    • Bunny smile beams at you brightly afterward when you roll your eyes.
    • Hehe, mistletoe *points at mistletoe, then run away.*
  • Honey, where did you leave my phone?
    • It’s in the living room
    • Where is it? *Snickering because he’s holding it in his hand*
    • Ugh, Jiwon i swear you’re 3 years old. What the hell, you’re holding it.
    • Envelopes your whole body while machine gun pecking the crap out of you.
    • Stop fighting and let me love you. MISTLETOE, you have to let me kiss you.
  • Totally overdressed for the party
  • Watches your every step in case your within 1 foot vicinity of a mistletoe
  • Rocket over the second you are. Kiss you on your lips, doesn’t even care about who you’re with. Or that you were in the middle of drinking your soda.
    • JIWON!
    • hehe, mistletoe!
    • Runs away before you can hit him
  • Finally the party end and you both retreat back to his room to rest.
  • You were so done with his crazy antics but at the same time happy because face it, who wouldn’t be when he’s so loving and cute.
  • You were in the middle of lecturing him after finding out about his crazy plan when he stood there, grinning like an idiot, Bunny teeth, eye smile, the whole shebang.
    • Oh my god. Don’t tell me. In here too?
    • Still smiling, nodding gently.
    • Damn it, Jiwon. Fine, go ahead.
  • Pulls you onto the bed, arms caging your head, features soften back alluringly. No more playful Jiwon.
  • You know I only did that because I’m completely head over heel for you right? *sultrily whispers*
  • Making you blush and fluster like the first time he asked you on a date from his intense gaze.
  • Leaning into a passionate, gentle French kiss. Doesn’t let you go for another hour before both of you falling asleep, you safely in his arms.

Originally posted by xkannkraykamikox

Originally posted by chanwooyeah

Chanwoo:

  • Not particularly feeling up for Christmas.
  • You both agreed to a mutual break up just a few months back.
  • Thought he was over it but something about Christmas brought out the blue in him.
  • Doesn’t know what to do with himself since he always had someone to spend Christmas with.
    • All of Ikon noticed and hatched a plan to get him to feel better.
    • Let’s take him on a Christmas date.
    • Doesn’t want to but agree.
    • At least it’ll distract him.
    • Impossible to say no to 6 relentless guys anyways.
  • Plan totally fails because there’re couples everywhere.
    • It’s okay, hyung. I’ll just go home and clean my room.
    • Spent hours cleaning up since he hasn’t done so in months, not since you left.
    • No reason to clean when there’s no one to impress.
  • Found a box he hasn’t seen in awhile.
  • Open to find his little trinkets from the happy days.
  • Tears breaching, threatening to fall as he go through the contents.
    • The matching bracelets with initials.
      • He had gotten this just before the break up.
    • The necklace and necktie you got for his parents
      • He been holding onto because you were in the process of moving and doesn’t want them to get lost.
    • Plane tickets.
      • He wanted to fly you out for their concert but it never happened for obvious reason.
    • Thick stack of handwritten letters.
      • One for every day he was away from you.
      • Never got a chance to give it to you
    • The mistletoe from a few Christmas ago
      • Bobby taught him what a mistletoe was so he made you one.
      • Used it every chance he get that year.
    • Your couple rings.
      • This done him in as the promise you both had made each other rings out so clearly in his mind.
  • Ran out of the house with the box.
  • Doesn’t care about the cold, he could only think of getting to you.
  • Nearly broke your front door knocking.
  • The second your face appears, he stood there blubbering like a kid while reciting the promise
    • I, Chanwoo, promise to be understanding, to be patient, to always be there, and to always love you…
    • How could we have given up so easily, baby?
    • Please be mine again…
  • A few silent tears fall as the seconds tick by and you still haven’t move one inch.
  • Hands you the box, explaining the letters.
    • Read them, shred them, burn them… whatever you want to do with them.
    • Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.
  • Turn away because he doesn’t want to cry in front of you.
  • Chanwoo ah!
    • Nearly faint when he turns around to see you hold up the mistletoe, smiling.
    • Nearly broke you from his bear hug.
    • Places kiss anywhere and everywhere.
  • Spent the rest of the day inside holding you close, abusing the power of the mistletoe.

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Yunhyeong:

  • Worries to the max about what to do with Christmas.
    • Haven’t been together long enough to do a trip like Donghyuk.
    • Doesn’t know every single details about your interest from being together barely 3 months.
    • Keep doubting himself over every gift he pick out.
    • Do I buy material things or meaningful things?
    • Why is Christmas so hard?
  • Practically dying because he’s scare of letting you down.
  • Found out from your best friend you’re not a big Christmas person
    • How could anyone not like Christmas?
  • On a mission to find out why you dislike Christmas.
    • Pissed you off unintentionally from pressing a touchy issue.
    • Angry at first because you’re being irrational
    • What’s so hard about it huh? What don’t you like about it? The weather? The crowd?
  • When you blew up, he’d feel guilty for making you feel uncomfortable.
  • Hug you super tight despite you putting up a big fight.
  • I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that. Tell me when you’re ready.
  • Found out you got cheated on last Christmas.
    • Nearly kill himself over being so insensitive when about your heartbreak.
    • I’m so so so so sorry,baby. I thought it was some silly reason…
    • Feel so guilty he broke down crying because he hurt you, because you got hurt, because he couldn’t protect you.
      • You’re funny, Yunhyeong. I didn’t even know you then.
  • On another mission!
    • Make Christmas as painless for you as possible.
  • Pick you up Christmas eve for the party at the dorm.
  • Stay by your side the whole time
    • I can go to the bathroom by myself, you know.
    • I know… Just in case.
  • Send you home later that night without giving any hint about what he had plan for tomorrow.
    • Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything you’re uncomfortable with.
  • Next morning you woke up from the smell of breakfast.
    • Yunhyeong in an apron cooking for you *hot*
    • Good morning, love!
    • How the hell did you get in?
    • Don’t worry, I have my way. *seductive wink*
    • Force feed you.
  • Set up a countless pillows and blanket on top of a soft fuzzy rug in front of the fire place.
    • I know you’re not overly fond of Christmas so I thought we can spend it inside, just us.
    • I know it’s nothing fancy but I thought as long as we have each other, who care what’s going on with the world.
  • Pulls out a big box of DVDs
    • I didn’t know if you hate Christmas movie too so I got everything.
  • Spent the rest of the day making gingerbread house and Christmas movies marathon.
    • Insisting that he has the better house
    • Sabotage yours
    • You sabotage his
    • Frosting fight
    • Get frosting on your cheeks on purpose ;)
  • Finally clean up and settle down to not really watch movie
    • Sit there with you in his arm
    • Staring at you instead of the movie
    • Yunhyeong, I’m not in the movie.
    • What?
  • Nervous to the max about something
    • super jumpy
    • sweaty palm
    • sweaty in general
    • stutter and stammer whenever you say something
  • Finally fessed up there’s something he wanted to do but since it’s Christmas theme, he got scared.
    • It’s fine, baby. I know you’re not my ex. Just because he messed up doesn’t mean you get all the consequences.
  • Pulls out mistletoe he hid in the corner of the room
    • I never got to do this before and I always wanted to do it with someone that’s special to my heart.
  • Shares with you the most intense, loving kiss of your life.
    • Merry Christmas, baby. I promise you’ll never go through another sad Christmas, ever again.

Originally posted by ikonis

Originally posted by junhoenuna

Junhoe:

  • Totally not liking the hoard of people the holiday brings out
    • why are there so many people, don’t they have work or something?
    • Annoys you to the max complaining about leaving the house because he doesn’t wanna deal with the crowd.
    • Can we not leave the house till like after Christmas?
    • We don’t need to eat.
    • You want me to go outside, like the snowing, storming outside?
  • Turn down all the plan you made for Christmas
    • Presents are over rated
    • Nah, they won’t miss us at the party
    • You want me to go shopping in a zombie apocalypse… uh how about no.
  • Totally doesn’t notice your struggle with getting everyone presents.
  • Absolutely no help at home either because he’s still jet lagged from coming back from the tour recently.
  • Spent most of the week in bed, on the couch, then in bed again.
  • You don’t blame him, touring is hard in general but you were getting frustrated.
  • Nagged you for not cleaning up the kitchen because now he can’t make himself food.
    • You know what, June?
    • What? *retorts sassily, oblivious of your rage*
    • You clean the damn house yourself.
    • You buy then wrap the presents for everyone yourself.
    • I’m done.
  • Doesn’t understand why you got mad then stormed off.
    • Whatever, she’ll come back in a bit.
    • Got worry as dusk settles in and you weren’t back.
    • Oh no, it’s really starting to snow out.
  • Wander around the house to find his phone.
    • Notices the ginormous piles of presents, neatly labeled for both his and yours friends and family.
    • Notices the Christmas tree beaming brilliantly in the corner of the living room.
    • Notices the fridge is full of food prepped for the party tomorrow night.
  • Sudden guilt washes over
  • Blames himself
    • You’re an ass June, your lazy ass left her to do all the holiday shit on her own
    • No wonder she’s angry.
  • Went to get change to go find you
  • Notices the pair of ticket you got for the winter festival for 2 days ago.
    • Feels even more guilty because he turned you down for sleep.
  • You came back late that night to find the house completely dark.
    • Baby, come here. *Calls you from the dinning room*
  • You jaw drop in awe.
  • Table decked out in decoration for a romantic dinner.
    • Candles, flowers, wine, the whole shebang.
    • He walks out from the other room, in a suit, holding a big bouquet of roses.
  • Give you no time to react before walking over, holding something above your head then presses a big kiss onto your lips.
    • I’m so sorry for being a jerk.
    • Forgive me. If only I had known you planned a date for us. I’m so stupid.
    • This totally doesn’t make up for anything but I hope it makes you feel even just a tiny bit better.
  • Totally swoons you.
    • Is that a mistletoe you got there, Koo Junhoe?
    • Don’t tease me, I can get the dinner together I can take it away just as fast.
    • Ugh, you sassy ass.
  • No, YOUR sassy ass. Love you.

Originally posted by koojunhwes

Judges pt. 2 l Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): HAPPY NEW YEAR BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! i’m back with part 2! It’s kind of long but i hope you enjoy it! Thank you to all the people who requested a second part. HERE’S PART ONE

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prompt: Shawn & (y/n) have to face each other after their encounter, and turns out way better than expected.

Originally posted by dannydiloveyourwork

You couldn’t erase the taste of his lips.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking about the way his hands roamed your body like he knew every bit of it perfectly, or the way his beautifully shaped lips molded against yours perfectly, or how he sounded so out of breath when he said he liked you.

He liked you.

Yet you weren’t able to return those words. Of course you liked him, you had for a long time, but dating was difficult in your world, especially now that you were colleagues. Though you couldn’t deny that during the two-week break you found yourself scrolling past his Instagram and smiling at the pictures of the two of you, or debating if whether or not you should call him, or at least text him, because it wasn’t only that you craved his touch, but you missed his presence, you missed him so much, and you wanted to see that he was thinking about you too. 

Your break wasn’t technically a break, since you launched your latest album which was a synonym of interviews and promo in general, yet you still had time to think about the boy who seemed to be always on your mind. And when he wasn’t, people made sure to bring him up on conversations and even interviews.

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You’re supposed to be scary! -Bestfriend!Jooheon

Genre: Fluff, very very slight smut

Characters: Lee Jooheon (Monsta X), You

Word count: 1480

Happy late Halloween! This is my first actual post on here, I hope you all like it! Ps: requests are open!


“C’mon Y\N! Why are you taking so long?!”

Your best friend Jooheon has been banging at your door for the last five minutes.

“You know, yelling at my door won’t make me go any faster!” you answear.

Tonight is Halloween and you want to look extra fine. You fix your hair one last time before finally opening the door and reveal yourself.

“Thank God! Can we leave now? You know we have a-“

What. Is Lee Jooheon speechless right now?

You two have known each other ever since high school and he was always the

talkative one. However, seeing him in this state really shocked you.

“What… what are you supposed to be..?”

“I’m a French courtesan… isn’t that obvious?” you say as you swing your long skirt a little bit.

“Yeah right…” he says without looking at you directly.

“I think you should’ve paid attention in History class.”

“Like that’s important… you’re supposed to be scary tonight, like me!” says your best friend while putting his Bane mask on.

“And you think you’ll be able to pick up chicks like that?” you imitate his movements to make fun of him. He fakes a laugh.

“Very funny… let’s go, we’re already late.”

“Actually, we’re just in time because the party-“ he doesn’t let you finish and grabs your wrist to drag you out of your apartment.

You two arrive at the party just in time and your other friends welcome you into the house. The place is really crowed and you grab Jooheon’s arm, you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost him because you barely now six people in this house.

Jooheon is surprised by your gesture and he starts acting strange. He avoids looking at you directly and his arm is stiff at your touch.

What the heck is wrong with him tonight?! You think to yourself. He’s never like that.

Some time passes and you already lost Jooheon in the crowd. He said he was going to get a drink, but he said that 2 hours ago. You’re really pissed off by this whole situation. You were supposed to be having fun with your best friend but here you are, sitting on a couch full of boys who keep asking you weird questions since they’re drunk. You decide to stand up and go outside.

The loud music gave you a small headache and you just want to rest your ears a little bit.

Once you’re out you see someone laying on the grass. Fearing it might be someone who passed out you run to them. Than you see it’s Jooheon. His eyes are closed and his hands are under his head. He looks so relaxed, unlike before.

At first you don’t want to wake him up, but you want answears about his strange behavior.

You lean down and shake his shoulders a little bit.

“Jooheon…” you say softly.

“Jooheon!” a little louder.

“LEE JOOHEON!” you almost scream. But that works.

He opens his eyes and gets scared when he sees you so close to him.

“Y/N…”

“What happened?” you say in a worried tone while sitting next to him on the grass.

“What- what do you mean? Nothing happened…” he says while scratching his chin. That Bane mask was probably itchy.

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting strange.”

“I was not-“

“Yes you were! For God’s sake!”

A moment of silence runs between you two. He can’t look at you in the eyes.

“Fine. You want the truth? Well there it is. I like you. It took some time relise it but… Gosh. I swear… I can’t take it anymore. And I know this will probably ruin our friendship and all that bullshit but… fuck, I don’t know what else to say…”

This sudden confession really shocks you. This morning you two were the same as always, but right now something just changed.

You grab his hand and hold it tight.

“Why are saying it like it’s a bad thing?”

He’s confused by your words at first. He wasn’t expecting this answear from you. All the boyfriends that you had before were so different from him and he hated every single one of them. He knew you deserved someone better than those jerks. But he just didn’t know how to tell you.

“What-? Of course it’s bad! We’ve been friends since forever and it would be a shame if…”

“And who says that?” he really doesn’t what to say anymore, everything is so confusing.

“You know… all the relationships I’ve been in before were all rushed, and this is why they all ended pretty badly…” you says as you think about all the nights that you wasted being with someone you didn’t really care about. And then you think about Jooheon. With him your time is never wasted and you always feel like you’re at home when you’re with him. This final thought sets your decision.

“But with you…I mean… We’ve known each other for such a long time. And that is why I feel like it’ll work!” you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. You don’t think you’ve explained how you feel the right way.

Of course you like Jooheon, how could you not? Friendship grows quickly into love, they say. You want to make it work. You two are a great team, you can overcome anything.

“What I’m trying to say is… oh God, I don’t know how to explain this but-“

You are interrupted by Jooheon’s hand touching your cheek. Your heart starts beating like never before. So this is the feeling everyone talks about.

Suddenly you understand everything. You understand why all your relationships failed and you can’t help it but you touch Jooheon’s hand well. It feels so right.

He gets closer to your ear. Your cheeks are burning, even though it’s so cold.

“So… you like me?” he whispers in your ear. You nod slowly.

“I want to hear you say it. You know how much I’ve been waiting for this moment?” Jooheon says as he places a soft kiss under your ear. You close your eyes immediately at the feeling.

You get closer to his ear as well in order to fulfill his request.

“I really like you Jooheon…I mean it.”

At your answear a bright smile runs across his face. Gosh, he’s so beautiful.

You can’t hold it any longer. You lean closer and give him a small peck on the lips.

His eyes are now wide open.
“Are you serious right now?”

“What?” you ask, very confused.

“Are we twelve? Give me a proper kiss!”

“Well geez, sorry.” You say as you take him by the shirt and connect your lips.

Everything feels slowed down. Jooheon puts his hands on your hips and lays on the ground with you while you two go on kissing.

The sound of your soft sighs is like a melody that he’s been dying to hear for such a long time. Both of your hands are resting on his chest and you can feel his breath getting shorter and shorter.

The more you go on, the more you want him.

At some point, you stop to face each other. It all feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“Let’s get out of here.” Jooheon stands up and takes you with him.

“Now, that’s a good idea.” You say as you hand him his mask. He takes it from your hands and steals a quick kiss.

Hand in hand, you head to the center of the city where you spend the rest of your night. Never taking your hands off each other.

The hours flow so quickly with him. I hope this night never ends.

“What time is it?” he asks. You give him your phone so he can see the time. You feel too tired to read.

“Wanna go home?” you simply nod. He caresses your cheek, Jooheon always thought you were so cute when you were tired. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You finally reach your place downtown. Once you get at the door you take out your keys from the bag.

“Wait… what was the code?” you say out loud to yourself. Jooheon presses the numbers of your code quickly, without even thinking.

“Since when do you know my code?!”

“Since forever Y/N… and be quiet, you’re going to wake everyone up.”

“Yeah… whatever…” you say as you open the door.

“Alright… I’ll see you then.” Says Jooheon, he knows you should rest so he would prefer to leave quickly.

“You’re not coming in?” you ask with a sad tone. You don’t want him to go. Absolutely not.

He thinks about it for a few seconds before answearing.

“Are you sure…?”

You lean over and grab him by his belt into your apartment.

“Yes I’m sure.”

A smirk appears on his face as the door closes.

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Marry Me.

Originally posted by syouaremycryptonite

Fandom: The Internship

Pairing: Mild Stuart x Reader

Warning: Bullying

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  A oneshot where Graham constantly belittles you at work and, one day, you get the courage to stand up for yourself and humiliate him in front of everyone at Google. This gets the attention of your best friend Stuart and as soon as you approach after your spiel to Graham, he’s rendered speechless by your verbal badassery and just says, “Marry me.”

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