he made it a bit bigger though and covered up the headphones

mixtape (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader 

genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au

word count: 15,610

description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.

However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.

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To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

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That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!

A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic!
“No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way”
“Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad)
Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.

Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye

Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Rest Stop Part 5

Lance hadn’t broken down crying yet.

Needing to survive on your own did that to a person. Or, you know, the exact opposite. But Lance had gone nearly 17 years without someone finding out he was wingless. He was a master at delaying the inevitable.

He had already found a stream, collected shells, and used them as jars for the water to distract himself.

Hence why he was multiple stories up in a tree.

Well, there was fruit up here. That was part of the reason. Diverse trees sprouted up to the sky, the thickest wider than Blue herself and the thinnest the width of his pupil. It had felt like it was made of stone, but the fruit growing high, high above convinced him it was not. He had picked this tree mainly for it’s trunk. It was solid and thick, but he could securely wrap his arms and legs around it. Spikes adorned the bottom of the fruit, an armor for the flesh, but not the top. There weren’t many branches, so he’d be relying heavily on the trunk and the strength climbing had given his core over the years.

“Oof” Lance’s hand had scrambled to hold on to the bark of the trunk so he didn’t fall off the branch. It had been just high enough for him to have to launch himself at it. Huffing air through his nose tiredly, Lance worked himself into a standing position. Already, the greens of the leaves where shifting with the light. He grinned. There was the satisfaction, the freedom, the breathlessness he had been waiting for.

Now, who-knows-how-many miles up in a tree, he was kinda breathless. Groaning, he reached back further. His legs flexed reflexively when his back muscles shifted to stretch lower. Tighter than a New York subway system, Lance held on to the tree trunk with his legs and arched his back to hang upside down. Every part of him was tense with concentration, the open air under him making the drop apparent. His hair swayed minutely with the movement. Teasingly, the fruit hung just out of his reach, the smooth part clouded with pastel orange. He pushed a little harder towards his goal and nudged the fruit.

Yes!

Plucking it decisively, he swept himself up into a sitting position, stomach aching with the sudden sit up. The air up here was cool and misty, and he breathed it in to make up for the burn. Shades of green spilled over the trees, splotches of purple and orange breaking it up without taking aesthetic. Up here in the treetops, alone, Lance doesn’t have to think about wings or the ocean that wants to spit him out. Climbing was cold, hard work. It was dull and adventurous, the sensations calm and dim, but the heights and movement invigorating. Stretching from place to place, a deadly drop below him, clinging to a bigger mass were all things that made Lance feel alive. The ocean may have been motherly, a supportive hand guiding him down the path, but climbing was the ravine he had to overcome in the middle of the path.

Carefully, he scrapes off the spikes, ignoring the weird crackling sound coming from the fruit. A light blue skin was left behind. Holding the stem with his teeth, Lance shrugs off his jacket and ties it into a basket on a tiny limb above him. He puts the fruit securely inside. Warm, bright light hums under his tan bare skin. He’ll have to be careful to not scratch himself up too much without his jacket as protection. Leaning back, he sighs. The next piece of fruit isn’t too far away, but the sparse amount of thick branches he can stand on make it a balancing act. An act that requires endurance and focus.

He grins.

His favorite kind of act.

Lance doesn’t like the disappearing act he has to play.

Dragging a stick with giant leaves tied to the ends, he sweeps it side to side behind him. The steady trail of footprints vanish back into smooth sand with each swipe. Tides dance back and forth, swishing up and away, exceling the roar of the ocean across the water to the shore. The lonely, near empty shore.

But it’s an act he has to play. Vanishing into thin air without the lift of a feather. Ironic, but safe. The act of love (if he could have called it that in the first place) pouring into hate. The counteract of lifting a shield. He doesn’t have wings, doesn’t have a spotlight on stage. He’s just running around in the darkness, bumping into the other actors and props, the audience watching in sick monotone from his shadows. It’s best to just take him out all together. It wasn’t like he was good for much anyway.

Every hide and hair of him needs to be hidden, out of sight, out of danger. Like the tides washing up against the sand, taking away the evidence of everything ever there. Hunk’s brotherly smiles wouldn’t exist for him anymore. Shiro’s nudges and parental lectures wouldn’t make him groan dramatically. Allura’s commands in battle wouldn’t fill his helmet. He’d miss Pidge being a gremlin but simultaneously sweet girl who let him borrow her headphones. Coran wouldn’t tell him anymore stories. He’d never know Matt or Samuel Holt. He doesn’t even want to think about the tight bud of affection for Keith. That bomb was being shoved underwater for today. For forever, hopefully. Washing it all away. Like the sand and waves.

But he’s alone.

Even though they know he’s somewhere here, they don’t know where. That’s something to Lance at least.

But he’s alone. So he does what he always does when he’s alone.

Says fuck everything and starts to play.

This time, he’s dancing. Spinning, forgetting, ignoring, feeling, singing, whooping. He’s switching lyrics and rhythms, drawing them out in the sand, little bits and pieces of his heart.

-the devil in me-

He sways so he can savor the feeling, so he can write it out clearly.

-at my worst-

He steps on it and doesn’t care.

-elastic heart-

He trips. Laughs.

-I feel when you’re next to me-

Dances.

Dances.

And dances.

By the time he’s done, his stomach is grumbling for the crisp fruit in his cove, the damp sand is littered with words and footprints and designs, and grimy wet sand cakes his jeans and skin.

He should swipe it all away. Make it disappear.

Nah.

The tides will come racing up in the night and sweep it all away. Sweep it all away like him. He’ll come back tomorrow, see if it’s gone and possibly do it again.

When he dives in the ocean, his stomach is growling, his eyes and hands switch over, he’s covered in silt, and his heart finally isn’t such a hallow canal.

It’s torture.

The silence. The cold. The worry. The humming of healing pods. The hurt.

Keith hates it.

The (un)whole team had been holed up in the living room nest for the two nights and two days Lance had been gone. Two nights and two days since they had found out he was wingless. Two nights and two days since his mind had started to question Lance’s trust in him. Two nights and two days since the hurt had started to gnaw at him. Two nights and two days since Keith had lost the light of his life.

Okay, maybe that’s dramatic, but without the human light bulb known as Lance, the castle was dim and subdued. Guilt and remorse weren’t though. They burned hot and bright.

None of them had ever even met a wingless before. They were rare to begin with, then the horrible treatment they called life…

Keith was suprised Lance was alive.

And there was another reason.

Suprised.

He was suprised.

He had missed every sign, every note, every craving, every regret, every fear, in Lance.

All of it.

The thought hadn’t crossed his mind, hadn’t even been a possibility, that Lance simply didn’t have wings. That he hid. That he didn’t have wings to wash, or feathers to fly.

That no matter what he wanted, he couldn’t approach them, not with the way he must of thought they’d treat him. Must have been conditioned to think.

Months of kind words and nice touches do not make up for life time without them.

And Keith can get it, he really can, having hoped around foster homes and orphanages and schools. He’s felt like he couldn’t approach people. When Voltron first started, he had no idea who to talk to outside of Shiro, and that was another bag of tangled yarn. But he was always a differently shaped puzzle piece because he was an orphan, because he didn’t understand, because he felt uncomfortable.

But those people didn’t carry him to healing pods or fight in a giant-man-lion robot together. Didn’t practice together, didn’t train together, didn’t live and laugh and lose little pieces of themselves to this war together. He can get the feeling and he can fathom reasons why, but he can’t apply them.

Not to Voltron. Much less himself.

It hurts, little knives wedged in his chest, poking a little further every time Keith thinks about all the times Lance would shy away and cover it up loudly. Lance was always there for them. Ready to take a bullet or a knife for anyone. But he was the same person who’d looked at Keith with nothing more than fear in his eyes after bursting out of the waves onto gritty sand, back bare.

The person who’d ran away from him the moment his secret got out. The secret Keith didn’t think of. Little fights and playful shoves. Loudly beating hearts. Late night talks and finding each other passed out on the couch. Screaming down the halls, running after the other.  Things Lance thought would disappear when his back appeared.  But why would they?

Keith thought they were trustworthy of something like this.

They protect each other’s lives daily. What’s a pair of wings got to do with it?

At the same time, he knows. Knows that he doesn’t know enough, that the hurt laced in his mind was warping his rationality. Keith can understand a lot of things, even with his judgement out of whack.

But being wingless?

He can’t. Lance couldn’t bring himself to tell them, hid it so hard and isolated parts of himself from them, from everyone. Keith wished he hadn’t, not from him.

He’s always had the sky. He’s not wingless.

Lance had people there physically, people who’d touch him and people who’d hurt him, but they weren’t there for him. Just silhouettes in his life.  

Days ago, he had wanted Lance to fill the space in the nest.

This morning, he wanted to fill the space in Lance’s heart like the half-gone footprints and words written in the sand.

Lance splashed into the ocean.

The sky was a stirred up grey, a color out of a witch’s pot, rain threatening to fall sometime in the nearby future.  Bobbing on his back, Lance tilts back to look up at the sky, the cool wind chaffing him dry. Clouds of sand trail from where his toes almost reach the ground, mirroring the sky above. He’s lazily pivoting off the ground, almost sitting in the water, staring at the clouds above him. Clouds were perfect to look at and space out while doing it and not feel completely alone.

Most days were hot on his little island, so he wore his jacket wrapped around his waist while he swam. Then, when he’d crawl out, he could put it on and stay cool easier. The sleeves billowed up against his stomach now.

Closing his eyes, he lets he second pair blink into place, his ear covering slipping over his ears, and the webbing between his fingers growing. Sharp little pricks poke his mouth before his jaw adjusts to his new teeth. Breathing out, he opens his eyes and twists to kick off the sandy coast.

He’s only drifted a little when a giant disturbance echoes through the water.

There’s nothing alive on this planet that big. There’s nothing alive-

Against his better judgement, he shots off to the source, water wicking through his hair. It doesn’t get in his eyes for the miles he swims in seconds or when he notices a big, dark shadow above him on the surface. A human shaped shadow.

FUCKING IDIOT-!

“Dumbass! The hell!” Lance exclaims, rising above the surface, arms cradling Keith up away from the water. Blue waves rock and bob them, and Keith’s wings are stretched high above them. One wrong move and they’d be wet. Wet and heavy, would drag him down to the see floor, oxygen betraying him and floating to the surface. “I knew you’d come.” Keith shrugs, seemingly not panicking about the sea water he’s in. Panic is pushing through Lance’s veins, but deep breathes and focus let him grip it by the handle. The team most likely hates him, so why would Keith know he would come? Why should he have come? Would they have baited him out with Keith to beat him lifeless? Did they?

Something soft and bubbly closes around his wrist.

An inflatable he hadn’t noticed in his angry concern was wrapped around Keith’s waist. Connected to it was a smaller one on his wrist.

They did.

“Lance, you need to come with us-”

They hated him enough to try to capture him.

Now that he was searching he could see the team on the grainy, gritty shore not too far away, hidden in the shadows of trees.

Fuck this.

“Fuck this.” He says, pauses to let his eyeteeth push out, and swoops his head to the plastic.

Tearing into the plastic, it pops with little resistance.

He drops Keith, sinking back down into the current, the cold flourishing in his senses. Kicking back, he retreats a few feet, letting the ocean bloom around his eyes. The blue here is prettier, but the intentions are not.

Keith starts to struggle above him, the shadow distorted . Something’s wrong -

The tube was connected.

Rushing back up, Lance pushes Keith out of the water, legs spinning for extra strength. Soaked feathers drape against his arms and get in his mouth. The taste of foreign salt and pillow fluff fills his mouth. Fear eats Keith’s face, terrified frown sharp against his expressive eyes. The grip on Lance’s arms leaves his knuckles white. His legs trail in the water beneath him and Lance tries not to groan with how heavy he is.

Then, hands are reaching down and pulling Keith up, supporting him, flying away with him. Shiro and Hunk are looping hands under his arms, Pidge’s arms are snaked around his side, Matt’s on his other, Allura and Coran are grabbing his waist, right above Lance’s arms. Grunts and groans echo from the team as they struggle to fly upwards, away from the death rippling below. Stupidly, Keith refuses to reach up and let go of Lance.

Plucking him right out of the sea.

“Hey! Let me go!” He shouts, wriggling against Keith, then rocking his arms. “Never!” Keith yells back, clenching his fists so hard Lance can feel his bones being squeezed. Erratic breaths puff past his lips, his knees clicking in and out of place. He tries harder to shake out of the hold, adrenaline lacing his veins. Hunk’s free hand shoots out and clasped his shoulder, trapping him further. Ear-splitting screams leave his mouth, wordless.

Not fearless.

He gasps, other hands grabbing his body, forcing him still. Without his struggling, the emergency flight that ends up as a crash landing into wet sand goes as a smooth blur. A mess of limbs is what they’re reduced to. Keith lets his forearms go at some point. Lance tries to roll away from the pile of ex-friends.

“OOOOOOHHHHH!” Howling screeches attack his ears, his ear covering pulling back in surprise as Keith descends upon him. “AH!” Rough hands brawl against Lance. Anger radiates off them. Two knees are digging into his sides. Sweat streaks their faces. Lance tries to punch Keith, but he catches the swing. With a fast spin of colors, he’s flipped on his back. Coarse sand sticks to his face. He tries to buck backwards. With a grunt, Keith straddles his back, one hand pulling his wrists back and the other pushing his head down.

The small of his back is prominently empty.

Lance squints his eyes together, trying to keep the tears in and the sand out.

An animalistic scream runs his throat raw.

“Let me go!” It’s almost lost in the guttural letters.

“NO!”

“Don’t kill me, leave me alone-”

His arms spring forward with a thud. “Lance?” is barely more than a whisper.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

His breathing starts to slow.

The hands pull back.

Wet hair drips on the small of his back.

Where his wings would be.

Should be.

Slowly, more wet hair starts to slather his back with salty sea brine. Pidge huddles close under his arm, Matt shadowing over her. Hunk’s short hair and headband take up the space between Keith and Pidge, his legs resting on Lance’s. Coran forces himself between Shiro and Keith, and Allura snorts before curling up and taking his arm.

He’s not sure how long they lay there, silently breathing, covered in sand.

“So, I’m guessing you don’t think I’m the filthiest scum of the Earth?”

“We couldn’t if we tried.” Hunk admonishes, rubbing circles into his skin. “You’ve been a vital part of the team since day one. Don’t you ever forget it.”

“We need our sharpshooter. It doesn’t matter that you don’t have wings.” Shiro adds in. “We’re family, Lance. Your body doesn’t exclude you.”

“Even though it has some freakishly cool features.” Pidge reaches up his arm to play with the blue webbing between his fingers.

“Two sets of eyelids, an ear flap,  and retractable, sharp teeth.  My knees click in and out, so they aren’t always a joint. Webbed fingers.” He agrees.

“Besides” Keith snuggles into his back “ I have no idea how someone could hate you for your back. It’s smooth, and really warm.” He sighs out tiredly.

Lance doesn’t know how to reply to that.

“Lance, the team quite literally almost fell apart without you. “ Allura says. Lance turns his head to meet her eyes.

“We need you back at the castle, Lance.” Coran smiles.

It’s okay.

They want him.

And he’s always wanted them.

“Okay.” he breathes.

Two beats of silence are filled with smiling from his space family.

“Alright, my back’s starting to ache.” Pidge complains, pushing Matt back to stretch out her wings. The cuddle pile disengages with that, everyone taking their time to pull away.  All except Keith.

“Keith?” Lance asks, sitting up. His hips are still trapped, so he mimics a seal. Keith had sat up, but he’s still on top of him. The rest of the team was heading back, leaving him helpless. Lance swore Shiro had a little grin on his face as he walked away.

“Don’t you ever run away again.” It’s dark and demanding. A trace of past distress leaks into it. “ I thought you trusted us. Even though you never showed up for group preening or cuddling or flying, I thought you felt supported by us, enough to tell us if something was wrong or you wanted comfort. At least me.” Sadness dulled through the last words.

“Oh, Keith-” He frantically swivels his head to get a better look at Keith. “Done. And I do trust you. If it came down between you or Shiro fighting for my life I’d pick you. I’d pick you for everything. Being wingless and alive though, it’s not safe or simple. I was holed up in my family’s attic for years. The Garrison was my first real social experience. I didn’t know how anyone - you’d react. I was scared.”

“You don’t have to be scared of me.”

“I know.”

“You’d pick me for everything?”

“Yeah. Go ahead, ask.” A warm flower of affection blooms under his heart for this boy. The fear nulling it with brackish water had drained away and it was just as persistent as it had always been.

“Brother?” Keith blurts out.

“Not sure how that’d work, but sure.”

“The person who yanked you out of a cave?”

“I’d think I be worried if it was someone else.”

“Room mate?”

”Hunk snores like crazy, please.”

“Boyfriend?”

Lance tilts back to slot their mouths together.

Bad At Love

Summary: You both have failed in past relationships, and as the days go by you start to think that there is no such thing as love. Until 1 day you bump into each other and you start to repair one another, showing them that they know how to love.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - CONTAINS HINTS OF SMUT, DRUG USE MENTION

Word Count: 8051

Song: Bad At Love - Halsey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k

Originally posted by sugagifs

“And I understand that you’re all at the hardest parts in your lives right now.” The professor put the cap back onto the marker as he was done writing on the whiteboard. He walked over to his podium and placed both his hands on each side of the wooden stand. “I understand that once you graduate from here, from college, you want to find the perfect job, you want to settle down with your boyfriend or girlfriend, get married and have kids.” The students in that room were finally paying attention to his long given lecture. “But guys, you must understand that you might not find the perfect job right away, you might break up with your significant other, it’s okay to be single, it’s okay to find out who you are, it’s okay to be lost.”

“But remember, you fall in love with the people who make you love the person you are when you’re around them.”


Got a boy back home in Michigan

And it tastes like jack when I’m kissing him


A bang was sounded on the wall as your boyfriend pushed you against it. Ever since you left for college, you haven’t been able to see him as often. Being miles apart wasn’t easy on the two of you, but you somehow made it work.

His lips, all over yours as his hand fidgeted with the lock to the door next to him. His roommates who were well aware that they couldn’t come in anytime soon, stayed far away for awhile.

Your clothes leaving a trail to his bedroom, as the evening was filled with just you two.


So I told him that I never really liked his friends

Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again


Your laid your head on his chest as your fingers played with his and eventually folded down as you wrapped your hand around his, holding it tight. “I like this, just us two talking about anything and everything.” You whispered, as a sigh escaped his lips.

“I have to shower.” The blankets were lifted up over him, as you watched him leave the bed and flick on the bathroom light. You heard the water hit the shower floor, as you stood up from the bed, putting your clothes on yourself.

And when he came out of the bathroom, running a towel through his hair he was welcomed to you sitting on his bed scrolling through your phone. Not a word was said as he unlocked the door and within a second, in came 4 guys as they rushed to the TV and turned on the gaming console. A slight frown appeared on your face, wishing it was just the two of you for the rest of the night, but you can’t always get what you want.

The bed dipped as your boyfriend sat down and placed a hand on your knee. He kissed you softly, with a smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks for tonight babe.” Your head bobbed as he pulled a chair up to sit next to his friends, leaving you in the dust.

The suitcase you brought wasn’t even unpacked, and it only took you an hour after you scrolled through several social media websites to look over your shoulder and see your boyfriend not paying any attention to you. A weekend that it should have been just the two of you, he was only focused on his friends. He could never put you first.

Debates going on in your head, whether you should leave or not, the pros and cons of this situation, and when it was said and done, the cons outweighed the pros and it was your time to leave. You swung your feet over the bed and got up, walking over to the door to grab your suitcase.

“Where you going Y/N?” It wasn’t even your boyfriend asking you, it was one of his friends.

“I’m going back.” A quiet sigh came from your lips, as you turned around to not seeing any of them move. You weren’t welcomed here.

“Why’s that?” Your boyfriend finally said something, as his eyes were glued to the TV as he watched the basketball player he was controlling.

“You obviously don’t want me here.” You swung your jacket around you, putting your arms through the armholes and zipping it up.

“That’s not true!” It came out of his mouth so fake. He was trying to cover it up, but he failed miserably. “Babe come on, sit on my lap, watch me play.”

“No, just play with your friends.” The game stopped, it was paused. You watched as he stood up out of his seat, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Stop being like this.”

“Well stop putting your friends before me all the time and we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“Well stop being a bitch.” It was a stare down between the two of you, as his friends eyes were moving back and forth to you and him.

“Whatever.” You say as you opened the door. “I’m done with you.” And slammed it shut.

And so, this chapter ended in your life as an 18-year old college freshman. You realized the boy you were head over heels for, wasn’t ready for commitment, and just needed a consistent person to fuck. This kind of relationship wasn’t good for your health, and ending it was one of the best things you could have done.


There’s a guy that lives in a garden state

And he told me that we’d make it ‘til we graduate


“Happy two years beautiful!” A junior in college now, and your handsome boyfriend of now 2 years was walking into the restaurant he made reservations for while holding a bouquet of roses. You stood up to greet him, as you took the flowers from him, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Babe, you didn’t have to reserve spots for one of the fanciest restaurants in town. We are broke college kids!” He let out a chuckle, as he lifted the glass of water to his mouth taking a sip.

“Well I wanted nothing but the best for you.” He winked at you as the waiter came to your table, taking your orders.

The dinner went by lovingly, talking about your day, your friends, sharing laughs, and talking about your classes. The waiter came by again, taking your empty plates and pouring more wine into your glasses.

“I got something else for you.” Your boyfriend said, you almost spit out your wine when you saw him hold a black, small box in his hand. Your eyes went wide, you weren’t expecting this tonight, not a proposal. It was too soon. “I see that look on your face and it’s that nervous look you get like when you forget there was assignment due.” He showed you his crooked smile that you loved so much.

“Yeah I’m pretty fucking nervous, you’re about to propose.” A laugh came through that crooked smile, as he opened the box to show you an elegant yet simple ring.

“Babe, this here is a promise ring, not an engagement ring.” He grabbed your hand and slipped the ring on. “Trust me, if it were an engagement ring, it’d be a lot bigger.” Another wink as your face went red. “But this symbolizes that we’ll make it until we graduate and after that, it’ll be me and you against the world.”


So I told him that the music would be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate


“You’ve been working on that for hours Y/N, why don’t you let it go for awhile and have some dinner.” Your boyfriend leaned against the door to your work room in the apartment that you two got last Summer. Grabbing your phone, it lit up to tell you the time. 7:04pm, it’s been 8 hours already.

You took your headphones off, and walked towards him with your hands in your pockets. You leaned against his chest, closing your eyes for a little bit as he ran his hands through your hair. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You sat at the kitchen table, eating everything you could. You skipped lunch, and the snacks in-between, you didn’t know how hungry you were until the food was placed right in front of you.

“How’s it going with the music today?” You shook your head at his question, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the crumbs that were gathered at the corners of your mouth.

“I can’t find the right beat I want, nothing I do sounds right today.”

“Well I bet it sounds good enough for you to stop for the night and watch a movie with me.” Another shake of your head to him.

“Can’t, I have to get this done, I’m sorry.” He set his silverware down, loud enough for you to look at him.

“It’s always the music Y/N.”

“It’s my major. What else do you want me to do? Switch?” You grabbed the glass of water and placed your lips on it to take a sip.

“Some days, yes.” It got silent in your small kitchen. You know becoming a music producer wasn’t the easiest job, you know that it’s hard, and you know the risk you’re taking if you don’t get noticed. But this is what you wanted to do with your life, your love for music turned into you wanting to make music.

“I’m not quitting.” You said in a stern voice. “This is what I love.”

“Well sometimes I question if you love it more than me.”

“This will be worth the wait though.” You told him so matter of factly.

“Will it though? Because you’ll be slaving your life away doing this all day, trying to get recognized and what if you don’t get recognized or big? What are you going to do then? I can’t just be the only one paying bills, and supporting us.”

“Don’t worry about it okay? This is my life, and I’m doing this because I love it.” You scooted out of your chair carrying your dishes to the sink. “Why don’t you want me to pursue this career all of a sudden?” He stood up behind you as he placed his dishes into the sink.

He shrugged his shoulder trying to think of what to say. “You’re just never around as often. Always focused on making a new beat. I just think that you should keep your options open.”

“Well if you don’t think this is what’s best for me then just leave. I can’t have you in my way as I’m doing something that I enjoy and love.” You marched past him and slammed the door shut to your work room.

_______

Night became day, you opened your eyes to have fallen asleep on sheets of paper with the computer in front of you still on the program you were using last night. Rubbing your eyes you walked out of the room to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, still awake.

“You’re awake.” You opened a cabinet to grab a coffee cup. Coffee will keep you awake this whole day as you got work to do.

“I’ve been thinking.” He sat up, his hands in-between his knees, his head hanging low. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” Your legs guided you over to his position on the couch. “If this is about what I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I was just tired, and these due dates are creeping up on me, and I’m stressed.”

“I know.” He let out a breath. “It’s just, I can’t keep doing this. I’m in the way, a distraction to you. I don’t see you as often, we don’t go out as often, you’re disappearing.” He shook his head. “I think this is for the best.”

And God, you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came from your lips the rest of the day as you watched your boyfriend of 3 years pack his belongings in 2 days and leave you to an empty apartment.

Another chapter ended in your life, and this one was done for you to focus on your career. As you analyzed the situation you were in, you saw that your boyfriend was never fond of the path you chose. You had to work hard to get a job under some company, it wasn’t guaranteed and he was nervous for you, wondering what would happen if you never got job and didn’t make a decent salary. He didn’t support your dreams, he wanted you to land a job that was secure. But right now, it’s about taking risks and letting him leave you was one of the biggest risks you took.


I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That we’re meant to be


And looking back as you walked across that stage to receive your diploma, you didn’t feel a pain in your heart when you saw the two men sitting amongst the crowd. A history with both of them, you once knew them but now you don’t.

You could honestly say, that maybe you did believe you were meant to be with one of them. That maybe you were supposed to get married with one of them, but you had different plans. You were here for yourself, to graduate, get good grades, find an amazing job. And if someone that loves you, doesn’t support you, they don’t truly love you.


But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy

Get the best of me


The crowd swarmed just outside the building as families and friends gathered to see their recent college graduate, flashes going off on cameras, hugs were given, smiles were seen from each group. You were walking amongst the crowd when a hand tapped your shoulder and when you turned around you saw your last boyfriend. The one that promised you that you would make it until you graduate, and you didn’t.

“Congrats.” He flashed you a smile, as you replied, “Congrats to you too.” Awkwardness between you too was never a factor until now, when neither of you knew what to talk about.

“Are you ready for the real world?” You questioned him as you fiddled with the tassle on your gown.

“Yeah I think I am.” His gown was unzipped and he placed his hands in his pockets. “I landed a job at that insurance company just a half hour away from here. I start next week.” Shocked, your lips formed a straight line as you simply nodded your head. “What about you?”

“Uh, I’m still making beats, trying to get bigger recognition than what I’ve gotten.” He nodded his head, realizing that you really had no idea what you were going to do. He has a job lined up for him, while you’re still clueless.

As the silence came over the two of you again, a girl shouted his name and the both of you turned your heads. She ran up to him and jumped into his arms as she slung her hands around his neck and kissed his lips while he was supporting her. “I’m so proud of you!”

With that you ripped your cap off, and stormed away not wanting to associate with him ever again.


Look, I don’t mean to frustrate,

But I always make the same mistakes, yeah

Always make the same mistakes 'cause…


On what should have been the happiest day of your life, you couldn’t help but slide down your apartment door, with your face in your hands and sobs escaping your lips.

You couldn’t help but feel that you made a mistake. You couldn’t help but feel that your life isn’t as put together like the others who graduated. Where were you going with your life? What’s going to happen?

You were running for the end, but it was nowhere to be found.


I’m bad at love, ooh-ooh

But you can’t blame me for tryin’

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

You were the one, ooh-ooh


“Y/N?” In your drunken state of mind, two weeks after you graduated, you thought your best idea was to call up your ex and give him a piece of your mind.

“Yeah this is me.” Slurred words, and a dizzy mind he knew exactly what kind of state you were in.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yeah what are you gonna do about?” You scoffed.

“It’s literally 8 at night, and you’re hammered.” You could feel the frustration from his line of the phone radiating to you. “And why’d you call?”

“Because of you, dumbass,” you hiccupped and huffed in a good amount of air before you let it out to say, “You were the one.”

“I wasn’t the one Y/N.” He must have had enough with the conversation for he ended the call, and left you with a quivering lip and wiping off your makeup with the back of your hand. You couldn’t be mad at yourself, you were trying at least.


That could finally fix me

Lookin’ at my history

I’m bad at love


With the words that left your mouth, and the rejection he gave you, it was a sign for you to start fixing yourself. You don’t need him, it’s time to move on. Fix your heart, focus on yourself, and don’t fall in love again.


Got a girl with California eyes

And I thought that she could really be the one this time


“Wow.” Was all Yoongi could say as he stared at his girlfriend exiting the bathroom. Yoongi got off the couch to walk towards her and examine her outfit even more. A long black dress, with a little bit of a train, stunning jewelry, with her hair in a messy low bun. She will stop everyone dead in their tracks tonight. Yoongi put an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, their faces inches apart and lips grazing one another. “You are drop dead gorgeous, beautiful.” He closed the small gap between them with a hungry kiss, yet they had no time to spare because they were already late for their dinner party.

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But It’s Too Sweet (M)

Sequel to He’s Evil

Genre: Smut
Word count: 3971
Description: After weeks of silence it only gets harder to talk about things done and things left unsaid, but living with regrets of not talking is something neither of you can deal with.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: I started this quite some time ago and couldn’t bring myself to finish, but here it is, finally! I’m not content, as usual, but I really wanted to post this for J-Hope’s birthday even though I really felt like writing something with Jimin today TT. It’s already past midnight in my country, but it’s still baby’s birthday in some places, so happy birthday to the sunshine Jung Hoseok!♥
P.S. Special thanks for all the motivation to a special eonni! :D

Hoseok cursed under his breath as he brushed away his sweat soaked hair in anger and went to pause the music, needing to cool off in silence. He was off rhythm, again. If the other members had still been there, he wouldn’t know how to explain it – he was shocked at himself. That’s precisely why he has been coming up with excuses to do most of the practices by himself. However, he knew Jimin was already catching on and it was only a matter of time when others would start noticing too, as he couldn’t practice for the upcoming concert without the rest of the members.

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Roadtrip With Svt

Scoup
Map man. While he may have the map that doesn’t mean he’s any good at it. Basically because he is the oldest he got the front seat, which means map duties landed on him. Pointed driver gyu the wrong directions so many times Mingyu asked for a new map guide every three minutes. Did not give up the front seat and will never give it up. 


Jeonghan
Literally just napped the whole time. Like he just crawled into the nearest rv bed, even pushing some people out just so he could sleep. Of course, yes, he did get pushed out later on but hey, its jeonghan, through the yelling and car sickness he just found a different place to sleep, even if its on the floor. When he isnt asleep, hes taking selcas and laughing at mingyu


Joshua
Poor guy, this poor guy. Third oldest and still ended up pretty close to the back so the car sick kids could sit closer but he somehow ended up getting smushed against the window and hasn’t been able to move for the past thirty minutes someone please help him, he was super excited to go on the road trip but now that he is in the car he is second guessing himself because he is trying to keep the bickering down and make sure no one throws up from mingyus crazy driving.


Jun
Jun knew this road trip was going to be wild from the start. Sat down and buckled up with a snack and sat back to enjoy the show. Anyone who falls asleep, watch out jun will take the ugliest picture possible of you and laugh at if for five years. Gets out to go to the bathroom every time they stop but never actually asks to go to the bathroom. 


Hoshi
Is the person that asks to go to the bathroom every thirty minutes and like literally how, he hasn’t even had anything to drink ??? also there is a bathroom on the rv why can’t he just use the bathroom in the rv ??? loud af at one moment, passed out with his mouth open the next. At one point did get sharpie all over his face and didn’t notice until the next rest stop. 


Wonwoo
His rbf has never been so real. Has actually yelled at every single person in the car, a few of them twice. Ate all the food in the car with no regrets. Has eavesdropped on everyone’s conversations, a bit salty he isn’t up front with mingyu and helping him get there faster cause coups sucks but also kinda happy because mingyu can be just as annoying. 


Woozi
The next person who breaths to loud is going to get shoved out the window. About to throw coups out of the front seat because of his dumb directions, back seat driving even though he doesn’t know how to drive. One of the people who drew all over hosh, was also trying to draw on people who weren’t asleep. This did not fly. Gave up on that and put headphones on, turned it up super loud then just focused on writing lyrics


DK
Rolled the windows down and made everything fly around; reason #38432 why mingyu made the wrong turn. Actually the loudest person out of all 13 people, like seriously the people around him are wearing earplugs the poor souls. The guy who get half way through the drive and suddenly remembers the ten most important things he needed to pack. 


Mingyu
Designated driver. Did NOT want to be the driver, like he just wanted to sit in the back seat and stare out the window but nope, he is driving, and it’s not like he is used to driving an rv, its much bigger. Between the loud screaming of half the people squished into the rv and coups crappy directions they got lost so many times he’s lost count. Just wants to get there so he can take a freakin nap and eat a good meal. 


The8
Danced in his seat for like fifteen minutes until he knocked wonwoo’s drink out of his hand and split it over everyone. Has roasted everyone under his breath at least three times. Almost made mingyu cry by commenting on his driving. Laughs every time they take the wrong turn. Laughs at everything and everyone. Tbh everyone is just trying to make sure thughao doesnt make an apperance. 


Seungkwan
Loud, intense singing to every song, until vernon took over and then he started crying. Told himself he wasn’t going to eat some of the candy vernon got at the last rest stop but he ate about half of it in the end and honestly he doesn’t regret it. Has asked if they were there yet at least two hundred times. Got stuck between woozi and vernon and almost died when the two of them got in a fight over music. Has sassed everyone in the car. 


Vernon
Somehow got control of the aux cord and poor dino has never heard so many bad words in the same sentence. Catch joshua screaming and covering the babies ears. At one point the music was so loud the rv was seriously shaking. Hasn’t eaten so much sugar since he was in middle school and this is a problem because now he is aggressively dancing in the back seat.  


Dino
The poor baby, just trying to make it through the road trip in one piece. Not enough seats and since he is the baby yes, he did have to sit on someone’s lap. Everyone takes turns with him because he is heavy. Woozi almost punched hoshi when he tried to shove chan onto him and poor chan had no control. Most content on shuas lap because he is the one who doesn’t complain as much. Simply just trying to make it through the dang road trip. Did not sign up for this tbh.

Is This Love (That I’m Feelin’?)

Summary: @mellmichael suggested boyf riends asking each other to prom, so that’s what this is. Christine, Brooke, and Chloe help them plan their promposals, and the boys take it from there. Pure fluff.  

Word Count: 3,822

AN: Slight spoiler – a mixtape is involved and that playlist actually exists and can be found here. Special thanks to @mariesghostsart​ for phoning a friend to help my only-listens-to-musicals ass come up with some songs. Jeremy unabashedly loves Owl City and you can fight me on that.


Jeremy stared hard at the list in front of him, clicking the end of his pen against the table. Sighing, he flipped it around and crossed out what he’d just written.

“Whatcha doing, Jeremy?”

Oh no. No, no, he’d specifically chosen a spot in the corner of the library so that no one could read over his shoulder. Well, as long as Brooke stayed on the other side of the table–

“He’s probably writing Naruto erotica,” came Chloe’s voice, and oh, great, they were sliding into seats on either side of him.

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Her First Apartment Ch.6

4770 words. enjoy my lovelies ;3

Rated M for inuhotness kehehehe


His ears flicked at the air, annoyed as he scrambled his brain for something to say to her. They’d been sitting here for five minutes. His brow twitched and his foot threatened to start tapping if he didn’t hurry and think of something.

“How were your finals?”

“Hm? Oh I did alright. I may have to retake biology this summer but grades haven’t been posted yet.”

Kagome was so nervous she wondered if he could somehow smell it, which made it even worse. She wished she could just curl up on the bean bag to her right and not get up until she had to leave in the morning.

“I see.”

That reminds me… “So. Explain the whole technically-not-a-student thing.”

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barelytherenotallhere  asked:

Prompt: chuck clayton vowed to get Betty back for what she did to him, so he decided to humiliate her by doing something to her cheer uniform in the middle of a big crowd, juggie helped her cover up by giving her his flannel shirt...

(This is rather angsty, I’m sorry!! Hope you like it, dear!!! Thank you for requesting! <3)


With hands hidden inside the pockets of his jeans and headphones adorning his neck as usual, Jughead made lazily his way to the central park of their small town, already detecting the hordes of people that filled the historic site from a corner away. Today was a big day for Riverdale.

Today marked the 60th anniversary of the foundation of Riverdale’s very famous and very beloved varsity team, their River Bulldogs, and the town had worn its best to celebrate its athletic stars. Like any other year at this date, every street and every shop were decorated with flags and posters and banners and shiny confetti, all in the colors of blue and gold. Bakers were selling lemon cupcakes with yellow frosting and blue sprinkles, Sheriff Keller was patrolling with only the blue lights flickering on top of his police car, even Pop’s had a special menu for the day, consisting of hotdogs and fries served in blue and yellow wrappers along with a blue raspberry milkshake. The peak of all these festivities was a huge gather around at Riverdale’s Central Park where music, food and dance lasted till the small hours. Yeah, their town was crazy just like that.  

Jughead could always remember himself slouching in a booth as Pop’s at such date, gloomy and grumpy at how ridiculous and pointless such fiestas were in his opinion. However, this year he could feel a tad of excitement run to his system, just like any other high schooler or resident of this town. It wasn’t because the event was a tad bigger this year – sixty years for some reason were a big deal – nor because Chuck Clayton and his gooneys’ squad wouldn’t be the guests of honor, bragging and sporting cocky grins like always – even though that was indeed very satisfying. It was because a certain blonde haired, blue eyed someone could barely hold back her own radiating thrill and wide smile this whole passed week.

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Imagine You Love Peter
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Originally posted by sitvistecum

When You Wake Up

Requested By geekyelvenchick

Summary: You love Peter, but everyone else except for him seems to know it. You go on a mission with the guardians, only to try and protect him, injuring yourself by doing so.

Warnings: A little bit of cursing.

Words: 3293+ (i didn’t count the small edits I made here)

A/N: I really love this one and I hope to do a part 2 sometime. I teared up a little bit writing it. I hope you enjoy it <3. Also, some of these I pair up with different songs. If you’re interested, this one would be: So Much by The Spill Canvas (they are life tbh)


You had been traveling with the guardians for maybe five months, after they picked you up from Knowhere, where the people you were traveling with had left you to rot. You could still feel the sting that had left with you.
And it had been an agonizing four and half months since you fell in love with Peter Quill. Half of the time you found yourself cursing the mans existence, and the other half, you found yourself hating yours. It was painfully obvious to the other guardians that you had fallen head over heals for Starlord. But it wasn’t clear to him.
You sat alone in your little chair, holding your head in your hands and biting your lip. God, you were so fed up with your insane infatuation with that man. He barely ever even registered your presence, let alone noticed your feelings.
“You are strange, human,” Gamora said gently, walking over from the ladder and pulling up a seat next to you, “you sit alone most of the time, yet you still find yourself loving someone. How do you feel these things when you’re hardly ever in the same room as the man?”

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Energy

Originally posted by hugtae

(Maybe late night studying at the library isn’t so bad anymore.)

slightly inspired by the prompt: “since there’s only one can of energy drink left in the store, which we both need to survive the disgustingly boring lecture we just discovered we both have, how about we share it”

word count: 3,050
note: hi, this is kristen’s first attempt at a scenario aka please excuse this mess. I just love the idea of college!jungkook and I finished this at 3:31am and I’m extremely saddened that this is not real life. shoutout to heungtanbts for unknowingly contributing to this by writing lovely scenarios, which gave me the final push of motivation & confidence to write/post my own!! (check her out)

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BTS series; Are you bulletproof?

PART FIFTEEN<<                                               >>PART SEVENTEEN 


PART SIXTEEN ”Christmas tree”


A/N: Shout out to @sunwasrising​. It’s her birthday today 22/12 so jump over to wish her a happy birthday! She was the one that made me write this series, so give her lots of love!

On a side note, thank you to everyone that has read and showed support! You have no idea how happy I am for that ❤


Word count: 6.6k

Where you left off: 

Jimin didn’t answer but silently worked out his plan. The arm rest could be put down, so the two seat would combine into one big seat. He took a pillow that was placed in the top cabinets, to use as a back rest. Settling himself up against the window, he could stretch his right leg on the seat and the left leg could rest in a whole that was made of the seat in front. He made himself comfortable before taking your hand in his, tugging you towards him. In seconds, you were placed in between his legs, with your back against his chest. A blanket was thrown upon the both of you, while he put in the earbud once again. Your head fitted perfect on his chest and that way you could feel his heartbeat. The music rushed through your veins and relaxed your muscles instantly. Your eyelids were getting heavier, as you felt small strokes on your arm from Jimin. You could hear with your other ear, that he was humming to the music that played for the both of you. It was kind of like a lullaby, but you didn’t mind either way. Closing your eyelids and letting out a single tear, you whispered;

“Thank you, for always being there.”


“I’m mad at you” Hoseok spoke to his older member.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi answered, taking his headphones off.

“How could you suddenly decide to date Jessica? Didn’t Y/N confess her love to you? Why not speak about it?” Hoseok frowned

“I wish I knew” Yoongi mumbled, looking away from Hoseok.

“You ‘wish’ you knew? Y/N confessed to you, but you didn’t do anything about it. Do you know how much you have hurt her in just five days?!” Hoseok scolded him.

“I KNOW!” Yoongi spoke loudly.

“I… Know I hurt her. I didn’t mean to. I just don’t know how to explain this to her.” Yoongi continued, finally looking back at Hoseok.

“Then go tell her. The more you wait, the worse it gets.” Hoseok spoke gently, motioning his hand for him to follow. While Yoongi looked at him in a daze, taking a deep breath before he asked;

“What seat?”

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Secret

Hi friends! Welcome to day 8 of the 10 days of Tae-Mas! I can’t believe my fic is almost over and it’s almost christmas omfg! I hope everybody is still smiling and feeling good, remember my messages are always open :)) If you’re new here, I will be posting 1 part of my Tae fic every day until Christmas Eve because i am the best bean in the world

This fic is majority smut so viewer discretion is advised.

~Chloe

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, suggested smut??

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

You knew Yoongi was suspicious since the intimate day you and Taehyung shared last week, and you couldn’t hide your feelings when he confronted you about it. Yoongi had smirked at you and then elbowed Taehyung, calling him a ‘dog’ and laughing loudly. You had rolled your eyes and hid your face in your hands with embarrassment.

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Absolutely Smitten

Requested: I wish aH

Summary: Ben is too shy to talk to Reader and constantly slips notes into her locker and somehow gets caught by Henry. Bad stuff happens and fluff, too

Pairing: Ben Hanscom x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings!: slight violence and fluff

A/N: First Ben and I’m crying my bABY BOY

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Ben stood at your locker with a sticky note hanging limply off his fingertips. He took in a deep breath and reread his note before exhaling and slipping it through the cracks of your locker. His eyes widened when he heard a low laugh from his left. He looked over his shoulder and was eye-to-eye with Henry Bowers who stood only feet away.

“Hey, pigass, what the hell are you doing?” Henry’s eyes held a look that was unnerving and bone-chilling. His eyebrows hung over his eyes as he held his head lower and walked forward to Ben. Ben backed against your locker and heard his headphones rattle on his shoulders from the impact. “Writing letters to your girl, huh? No one likes a liar, so tell me.” 

Henry took another step closer and was only inches away by now, towering over the shaking boy. Ben shook his head and held onto the bottom of his shirt, covering his bandages that wrapped around his stomach. “No, I… I wasn’t. Just leave me alone, Henry.” Henry’s eyes darkened while he slammed his palm on the locker directly next to his head and shook the nearby lockers. 

“What’d you say, you little shit?” He took a fist full of Ben’s shirt and lifted him on his toes near him, his face threateningly close while his burnt-wood smelling breath was practically burning through Ben’s eyes. Right before he could lift his pocket knife along Ben’s face, you appeared while turning a corner to get to your locker.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You were a knight in shining armor once you noticed the two boys. You stopped your actions before heavily walking over to Henry and pushing him off of Ben. “Get off of him, you dick!” You weren’t one to be brave, but Ben had risked his life for you even when he was being chased by Patrick Hockstetter that one time. The least you could do was help him in his time of need, right?

“No, (Y/N), please. It’s okay,” Ben reached out and held your forearm while gently pushing it down to your side. With your eyes burning with rage, you snapped back from him and went towards Henry. He watched and reluctantly grabbed your hand, “(Y/N), please…” You hesitantly relaxed but kept an eye on Henry while you squeezed Ben’s hand and walked away from your locker with him. 

Henry could be heard from behind you two, an almost growl leaving his lips. “Don’t walk away from me, fuckers!” He speed walked past you two and tripped you both while knocking Ben in the back of his head. You heard him yelp quietly while Henry passed with his fists at his sides. You looked over to Ben and saw a sticky note fluttering down near him. 

You leaned over and picked it up while standing to help Ben stand, “Are you okay, Ben?” He nodded and picked himself up before searching his pockets. You saw his eyes widen a fraction while he frantically reached around to his backpack to find something. “What are you looking for?” You watched the boy flail around in panic.

“I, um, nothing. It’s just some science project notes, they’re really important,” Ben kneeled down and searched the floor for his sticky note while you looked down at it in your hand. As he looked up to you, he saw the bright yellow note hang on your finger. 

“You mean this?” You showed him it and his eyes lit up while he nodded. He reached for it before you looked down and read it. It took you a minute to squint and figure out the cursive but sloppy handwriting You read it aloud, “Refreshing and new, love is a sweet summer rain, rushing me to you. What science notes are you taking, Ben?” You chuckled and watched him nervously laugh.

“Yeah… it’s just a poem for someone,” Ben cleared his throat and reached his hand out for you to hand it to him. He shyly lowered his head, “It’s really nothing. It’s kind of… stupid.” You pursed your lips before folding the note and sliding it into your pocket. He watched with wide eyes.

“It’s not stupid, Ben. It’s sweet,” You smiled and your shoulders lifted like your smile. He felt almost urged to smile as well at the gesture, so he did and let you continue on. “I know you are the one who keeps sending me those notes, Ben. You signed your full name on the last one, silly.” His face went flush and a tint of pink brushed his cheeks and ears. 

“Wait, really?” He grabbed onto his backpack strap and looked at you in confused horror. Ben looked down at his shoes and thought to himself, “I made sure it was anonymous, though!” A bigger smile crept up onto your face as he looked up at you. 

“Not when you sign Hanscom after the B, Ben,” You grinned and watched him gasp and sigh at his small mistake. You reached your hand out and grabbed his between yours, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand softly. “But it’s okay, really. I like you too.” His eyes lit up at your statement and he gasped softly.

“Really?” He leaned a bit forward with his eyes full of hope. You nodded and watched him turn to the side to fistbump the air, something he picked up from being friends with Ritchie. Ben turned back to you and leaned forward for a quick, curt kiss. As he stepped back, he panicked. “Sorry. It’s just, spur of the moment. Sorry. I mean, unless you–”

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him once again, your hands raised up to his cheeks while you softly placed a kiss on his lips before leaning back with the bright smile he fell in love with. “It’s okay, Ben.” 

Drabble #3 - Yoongi

Word count: 1,100.
Genre: Idolverse, dealing with depression.

I just wantes to cuddle Yoongi okay :,)


You can see the pressure rising on Yoongi’s shoulders like visible weights.

It sounds weird when you vocalize it, like you can see the ghosts hovering over him, whispering all his wrong doing in his ears. Of course, you know he logically knows there’s no real wrong doing and that he’s doing the best he can, but when you’re told the same thing enough times you’ll begin to believe it.

And when the weight on his shoulders grows, Yoongi believes it.

You can see it on him in the form of dark circles beneath his eyes, how his texts become a little lifeless, and the phone calls you share number down. It even comes in the same of tightness around the muscles of his smile.

You watch it, and most of the time you feel helpless. You bring him three meals a day straight to the studio, even if your schedule is insane and your studies take you into many white nights. All the trouble is worth it when you remember that if you won’t do it, your beloved boyfriend will probably not feed at all.

You make an effort to be a constant light in his life, and when he turns blue you try even harder. Even if your day went horrible and you feel like curling into a tight ball and crying – if you came in contact with a burdened Yoongi you were forced to be sunshine.

The problem was, BTS were growing so fast, and Yoongi’s weights doubled. Now the entire world was curious about them, it wasn’t just Korea, just Asia, it was the world. You understood why Yoongi felt like he had to deliver more, stronger, faster, you understood why he became so hollow without the warning you were used to receiving before.

It just dropped on you on a bright day.

You could see in his texts and all the calls he failed to answer, something dropped on him. Asking him what it was is absolutely useless when he reaches this point, the only thing you can do is act.

You picked up dinner from that one place Yoongi really liked, deciding that entering this with the big guns ready and loaded will be the best way to go. You also walked the extra mile and bought scented candles that Yoongi one complimented you on – maybe a nice smell in his studio will help.

Yoongi was in deep when you finally stepped into his studio. His shoulders was pulled up, fist beating his table softly like a metronome – an action he only did when he was overly pissed at the song not being what he wanted it to be.

You moved slowly, first touching his shoulder. On a normal day you’d grab his headphones right away to pull them from his ears and have his entire attention set on you without a second thought. Now you knew you couldn’t, not when he’d snap and bring all his ugly feelings out in the rawest way he possibly can. In the beginning of your relationship you made that mistake a lot, and he always felt like shit afterwards – because he knew he was being shit towards you.

Yoongi’s hands rose and he let the headset drop around his neck. You gave him a few seconds and when he didn’t turn to look at you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the crown of his head. “How are you, babe?”

“Shit.”

“Never,” You replied immediately, moving one hand to turn his chair around. He helped you with his feet, but the movements of his body was heavy and you could spot the depression building from behind them. “Can I trouble you long enough to eat?”

Yoongi looked at you, his palms pressing hot against the thin fabric of your shirt. “Anything for you.”

You nod and break apart from him, preparing the meal you brought for the both of you. Yoongi set aside his tools, clearing enough space for the both of you. Usually it takes him longer to set his work aside. You eyed him the entire time you were eating, how his eyes were closing and his movements became more sluggish.

“Yoongs?”

He looked at you, the hand he wasn’t using for his chopsticks present on your thigh as he ate. You covered his hand with the both of yours, bringing it up to press a chaste kiss to it. “Can you give me a bit more time?”

Yoongi laid his chopsticks down, resting his cheek against his hand. His eyes were tired, but he managed one only slightly tense smile at you, “What for?”

“A nap.” Yoongi only blinked in a response, so you allowed yourself to continue, “I have an idea that I want to try out, see how it affects you.”

“Only because I’m curious,” Yoongi pulled up, leaving the mess of your dinner behind him as he made his way to the couch. He bought a bigger one a few months ago, just because you both need space to sleep now.

Yoongi threw himself down on his back, his arm spread off of the couch for you to fit on.

That wasn’t the plan, though.

“Yoon,” He barely managed to open his eyes to look at you as you grabbed his arm. “Scoot to the end.”

He frowned but did as you asked. You quickly climbed behind him, pushing your arm beneath his head. Yoongi remained still, feeling you settling with your entire body pressing against his back. “Why am I the little spoon?”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him closer. “Because it always feels so protecting and comforting when I’m the little spoon. I’m hoping it’ll help you sleep.”

His head nodded, but Yoongi chose not to say anything. You could feel his head becoming heavier on your arm, like that’s exactly what his body waited for to shut itself down. You used the arm around his waist to draw patterns on his stomach, feeling him huff air out before he pressed his butt back against you.

Yoongi always looked so small next to his members but you were still smaller then him. Your knees didn’t reach the backs of his own, and you wondered if being like this even meant anything when you can’t reach everywhere. Yoongi’s breathing became slower and deeper with each breathe he took, showing you just how affective you were being.

Yoongi might get some dark clouds sometimes, and it was your job to be the sunshine that breaks through. That’s just how it’s meant to be.

I think it’s gone

Pairing: Rylex

Requested by: @thewordzombie

Description: Ryland has a terrible migraine, and Alex does what he does best – comforts his best friend.

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No light. Ryland refused to have the lights on. He even bought special curtains so that the hideous sunlight wouldn’t make its way into his bedroom. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t even stand the thought of it.

He had noise-blocking headphones on, but they weren’t plugged in. The only sound he could hear was his heartbeat, and even that was too much. Such an obnoxious, awkward thumping that beat in his ears, rattling his brain. A few tears started to slip out of his eyes, both of which were clamped shut tightly, and down his cold, pale cheeks. He balled up his fists; he was so weak.

Ryland had taken medication, but the pounding and stabbing pains were still there. You really should take a break; staring at your computer for that long cannot be good for you, Alex had said just shortly before it came on. He knew that Alex was right, but he was so close to destroying the other team’s core. And then it hit like a freight train; he dropped straight to the floor.

Alex knew exactly what to do; it happened several times before, almost daily at this point. He wondered if something… bigger was going on. But he didn’t push it. He rushed to find the blindfold and headphones, and then helped Ryland off his knees and into his bedroom, shutting the curtains and covering him with the large, ratty comforter Ryland inherited from his parents when he moved out.

The first time it happened, Alex screamed, which only made things worse. Ryland made hand motions, directing him through the process of getting to the bedroom and closing the curtains. After everything mellowed out, they had a long discussion about what to do and what not to do during one of his episodes, screaming being on the list of things not to do under any circumstance, no matter what. Alex felt guilty for weeks about it, even though Ryland insisted he was being overdramatic about the whole thing. Regardless, Alex couldn’t approach his friend for a few days afterward.

It had been nearly an hour and the pains weren’t subsiding. Usually Alex just left him in his room to drown out the noise and light, but that changed when he heard soft sobs coming from the shut door.

He didn’t bother knocking – they were past the point of privacy. He didn’t speak because he knew that Ryland wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway, and even if he could, it would only make things worse. He slowly crawled in bed next to Ryland, being careful not to jostle the mattress too much. With one elbow he propped himself up and with the other he hooked Ryland around the waist and pulled him closer until Ryland completely curved into Alex.

Ryland took the head phones off. “Can you hum a song for me, Lexi?” he whispered, his voice breaking as he continued to cry.

Alex started to hum a song Ryland had never heard, but he was almost sure it was by Rush. It was so quiet that he almost couldn’t hear it, but that was perfect.

It had taken a really long time for Ryland to get use to… whatever they had. He had never been with a man before, so it was a while before Ryland got familiar with all the novelty of their relationship. Just a month ago, if Alex had gotten this close to him (especially in a bed), he would have kicked and screamed bloody murder. Now, he’d learned a lot about himself and a lot more about Alex. He was perfectly content this way.

Ryland curled further into Alex as his crying stopped; this was bliss – the man he loved humming to him while they laid together under a heavy blanket. While Ryland couldn’t stop thinking about the practice he needed to get in before their next Killcore tournament, he was just as happy forgoing the entire day’s plans just to spend this time with the man who cradled him so gently.

They stayed like that for what felt like eternity until Ryland finally said, “I think it’s gone.”

Alex pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck. Ryland bit his lip to hold back a moan. “L-lexi…” the name erupting from his lips without permission.

“Sorry, but I’m about to give you another.”

Danced Saved Me {Chapter 2}~BTS Fanfic

{Summary} {Part1} {Part2} {Part3} {Part4} {Part5} {Part6} {Part8} {Part9} {Part10}

Warning: Fluff, smut, angst, sassy commentary, awkward conversation and fighting.

Triggering Topics: Eating Disorders, Substance abuse, metions of emotion and physical abuse, suicidal actions and tendencies, depression, panic and anxiety attacks, closterphobia, and death.

Paring: Reader x BTS, Reader x {unknown memeber, you have to wait and see}


Originally posted by jiminisathot

When they tell you not to give into peer-pressure during school, they’re trying to save your life. Trying to prevent you going through hell and back, and doing it all over again and again. Oh how I wish I would’ve listened. Maybe, just maybe my parents would be alive. Maybe I wouldn’t have been pushed away from family and friends. Maybe I would have actual healthy, real, and understanding people in my life. Maybe I’d feel alive.

I was eight when we moved to Korea, I don’t remember much but I remember how excited my mom was, her laughter from the first day in our new home echoing in my ears. The feeling of her hands gripping my arms as we twirled in the park she took me to the feeling of them still tightly wrapped around me. It was a perfect life.

The problems in my life all started when I was 14, I wanted to rebel, I wanted to feel like I was someone special. I hated the idea of the rules my parents set for me, wanting a girl like me fit into a country like this, with strict rules and hard expectations that I hated. So at 14, I started dating a guy who was 16, he’s name is something I’ve pushed in the far dark corners of my mind. His touch, his voice will always haunt me, the way his fingertips felt as he helped stick the needle into my skin for the first time at 15 still tickling to this day. His sent, mixes of weed and alcohol still courses through my mind.

My mind lost itself every time I took a hit, or broke my skin soon wasn’t enough from what he did to me. Sore throat and bruises treated with a needle and a white line of powder. Comment of my weight and appearance made food my worse enemy and diet pills and water my favorite meal.

I soon became this mess of a girl I once was.

When I was 16, I called my mother after a night full of drinking and smoking. My body and mind gone as I dialed her number. The way she spoke at first, so angry from me bit being home for weeks. But as a sob left me as I start saying sorry shut her up. The words I said next and the following events that happened afterwards killed a pieces of me. I left him after that, tried to find the missing pieces of myself, while still struggling to the need to take a hit of something while losing weight. It wasn’t healthy, hell I’m still not healthy.

The most recent time I joined rehab, was the very first time I’ve felt like I was going to make it. I brought myself there when I was 19. The doctor, Miss.Kim wanted to help me, she wanted to make it to the point where I couldn’t, and wouldn’t relapse without it being noticed. So he admitted me to her rehab house, six people at time there, recovering for eating disorder and addictions. The first week was a nightmare, tremors, and consent pain rushing through me.

That’s where I met Lillian, her soft smile and calming voice bringing me to life in away. Her promise to help me through the pain, and struggles of recover helped me. Because for the first time in three years I had someone helping me fight. When I entered the halfway house, I was able to start doing things I wasn’t aloud to do before. Guess what, I got fucking stuck. What do I do with my life? I was angry, and I wanted to do thing I hadn’t done in almost a year and yet here I was sitting on my ass watching a movie with a pen in hand. Just so I could click it.

“Good god Y/n stop doing that!” Screamed Ava, one of the youngest here. Her black hair in her face as she leans over her books for school.

“Nah.” I sarcastically say making her throw a highlighter at the back of my head. “Yah! Respect your elders!” I snap making her roll her eyes.

“Whatever Unnie.” She grumbles as I look dead at her, my eyebrow raised as she bows her head. “Sorry.” I nod my head in approval as I look back at the T.V.

“Hello my babies!” I hear Lillian soft soothing voice echoing through the apartment. My eyes look to see her light washed skin, dark blonde hair and blue eyes already looking at me. “What are you doing here Y/n?”

“Annoying the kid.” I say with a small smile making her shake her head. “What about you?”

“Getting you off your bony ass.” She says making me squint my eyes at her as she throws a bag at me. “Change, come on.” I groan at her, as I walk to my bedroom, changing I see it was a pair of leggings, a sports bra and a jacket. Walking out bag over my shoulder I follow her out.

“Where are we going.”

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Group Pairing: Hanbin (iKON) x Chubby Reader

Genre: Romance/Fluff

A/N: Hey guys! Before you go on ahead, I would just like to give a shoutout to @kinkybangtan ! She has a chubby reader series with BTS that inspired me to run along with one about iKON (-: before you ask, yes, I did check that it was okay that I did something along the lines of hers (seeing as hers were the ones that inspired me), so before you read please take a moment to check out her page! She’s amazing and so kind you will all love her I guarantee! (-:

(@kinkybangtan ‘s chubby reader fics: Jimin , Hoseok , Jungkook , Yoongi , & Namjoon 

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Omo #11

{this one is gonna be A LOT different. Here’s how:
1. Not Septiplier, but NatePat (Nathan Sharp x Matthew Patrick)
2. Only LIGHT omorashi, and he doesn’t wet himself completely.
3. THEYRE ON A PLANE!
4. Cute and sexy smut ensues afterwards
5. I need to drag this one out a lot, so it’ll be very long.

ENJOY!! Haha holy shit I almost fucking posted this on the wrong account kILL ME}

Let’s set this straight: Nathan didn’t like planes.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of the view of being really high up or anything, he just had a lot of bad experiences with them.

Nathan and Matt were on a 6-hour flight back to America after their trip to Northern Canada. They hadn’t seen each other before this trip in a while since they did FNAF The Musical, so Nathan decided to join Matt on his trip to Canada to finish filming his video for a project he was working on.

The flight had just taken off, and they had just broken through to the clouds. Nathan was cuddled up in a blanket as he looked out the window at the layer of clouds, now being turned shades of pink and orange as the sun began to set.

He sipped the last of his coffee he and Matt had gotten right before the plane took off, since he was a lot slower with drinks than Matt. He then threw away the cup and looked back out the window, hearing Matt chuckle slightly behind him.

“Hey Nate, I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up when they bring those little bags of peanuts or cookies, okay?” Matt said with a laugh. Nathan smiled laughed with him, feeling a slight pressure in his bladder as he did so.

“Alright. Will do,” he responded, ignoring the pressure and watching as the clouds rolled by. He put on his headphones and played music as he watched, stifling a yawn before realizing just how tired he was.

He looked over at Matt and leaned on the older man’s shoulder, snuggling into him slightly before falling asleep.

~about 2 hours later~

Matt awoke to the feeling of something hard on his chest, and looked down to see a head full of black hair pressed into it. He smiled sleepily, pulling Nathan closer and holding him- only because it was so cold. Or at least, that’s what Matt kept telling himself.

He looked down at Nathan’s phone to see him listening to his newest song StopRewind, and smiled to himself. It was a really good song, to be fair. He looked up as a flight attendant offered him a drink and a snack, and he took two of each and shook Nathan awake.

“Hey, Nate… up,” he said softly, smiling as Nathan made a small whimpering sound and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Matt looked at the younger male fondly, handing him the drink and the packet of cookies. Nathan nodded slowly and took them, sipping the drink and sitting back.

“How lon'was I ‘sleep…?” Nathan asked, his voice slightly slurred. Matt shrugged and looked at the clock on his phone.

“About 2 hours? Ish? I dunno, I just woke up too,” He said with a smile, fixing his hair. Nathan nodded, feeling that pressure on his bladder again. He wanted to go while it wasn’t too urgent, but didn’t wanna have to crawl over Matt. He could wait a while.

Nathan looked out the window and started eating his little cookies when a sharp push on his bladder took him by surprise. 'Guess I have to go a lot worse than I thought…’ he told himself, biting his lip and crossing his legs. He tried to distract himself with music and games on his phone, which worked for about another hour.

“Hey Nate, you got an extra blanket?” Matt suddenly asked, snapping Nathan back to reality. Nathan shook his head, thinking for a moment.

“You can take mine, though. I’ll be fine…” he offered, taking off his blanket and handing it to Matt, who shook his head.

“No, it’s yours. I’m okay,” Matt said sweetly, smiling at him. Nathan hesitantly put the blanket back over himself, dropping his phone and wincing as it landed right on his bladder. He yelped and doubled over, cursing under his breath repeatedly as he felt a small spurt go into his jeans.

“Hey, you okay??” Matt asked, his voice laced heavily with concern as he placed his hand on Nathan’s back. Nathan just nodded silently, decided that enough was enough.

“I-I’m fine, just really, REALLY need a bathroom….” he mumbled, crossing his legs tighter and bouncing them as he tried to hold it in.

“You could’ve said something!” Matt said, surprised. He picked up Nathan, obviously taking into account that he couldn’t get up or he would wet himself. Nathan just whimpered and let the older man take him as he squirmed and held himself desperately. He winced as he felt another much bigger spurt go into his jeans, forming a wet spot about the size of a golf ball. When they got back there, Matt closed the door and backed against it as far as possible to give Nathan enough room to relieve himself.

Nathan quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out, sighing and relaxing as he pissed full throttle into the toilet. He moaned softly and bit his lip, closing his eyes as he shifted his hips. He loved the warm feeling that the relief gave him, it even got him slightly hard. He relaxed more as his stream finally stopped after what seemed like hours, tucking his half-hard dick back into his black skinny jeans and turning around to bump into Matt, who he had forgotten was with him.

“Fuck, s-sorry,” Nathan muttered, his face only inches away from Matt’s due to how much shorter he was than the older brunette.

“I-it’s fine…. uhm, you okay now?” Matt asked as casually as possible. Nathan nodded, his dick uncomfortable and awkward in his jeans, but not quite hard enough for Matt to notice. Matt looked down on Nathan, noticing the wet spot on his jeans and blushing. “S-sorry you almost…. uhm…. pissed yourself,” he muttered awkwardly. Nathan looked down, sighing when he saw the spot.

“It’s okay…. I shouldn’t have tried to hold it in so long,” He responded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He looked up at Matt, who’s eyes were clouded with an emotion he couldn’t read. “A-are you oka-”

Nathan was cut off quickly as Matt pressed his lips to the shorter male’s, closing his eyes and kissing him passionately. Nathan made a small whimper as he was pushed backwards, eyes widening as he realized what was happening. He was kissing his best friend.

Nathan held his hands up, squirming as he felt Matt’s hands roam down his back and paw at his ass. Nathan pushed Matt away gently, and found himself wanting more. He wanted more of Matt, more of his touch, more of his affection, more of his body. His cheeks heated up as well as the core of his stomach, and he turned bright red as his cock hardened more and pressed uncomfortable and slightly painful against his jeans.

“I-I’m sorry, I took this the wrong way… fuck- uhm, I’ll-” Matt stuttered, not sure what to say. He then cut himself off as he saw the bulge in Nathan’s lap. He stared down at it until Nathan crossed his legs, wincing at the tightness on his crotch.

Nathan whimpered and squirmed slightly, not sure how to tell Matt he wanted more. 'Hey, I know we’re only friends, but I’m suddenly horny so we should fuck.’ There was no way to say it, so he figured he’d just show it.

He grabbed the collar of Matt’s shirt and pulled him downward, kissing him roughly and grabbing one of his hands. He led the hand down to his crotch and pressed it there, whimpering softly at the touch. Matt pulled up to breathe, looking at Nathan with that clouded look again and Nathan was finally able to place it: Lust.

“Y-you really want this…? Here? Now?” Matt asked. Nathan gave a vigorous nod, his body never wanting to be closer to Matt’s than it did now. Matt nodded hesitantly, kissing him again and running his hands under Nathan’s shirt. The two were making out for about 2 minutes before Matt reached down and grabbed between Nathan’s legs, causing him to gasp and moan quite loudly.

Matt clamped a hand over Nathan’s mouth, kissing and sucking on his neck as he palmed him gently. Nathan was still moaning, though it was muffled now. They hadn’t even been doing this for 5 minutes and he was already so close to cumming in his jeans like a teenager.

Matt just kept palming, loving the sounds Nathan was making. He also loved seeing the young musician so sex-drunk and so needy. He was moaning and whimpering with his head tilted back, eyes closed and hair messy. He had sweat running down the side of his face, and his hips were grinding up into Matt’s hand for more friction and pleasure.

“You look so hot, Nate,” Matt muttered, making Nathan whimper again. “Want more?” Nathan simply nodded vigorously, his body shaking slightly. His stomach was tight, he needed release and he needed it soon.

Matt quickly unzipped and unbuttoned Nathan’s jeans, pushing his damp boxers out of the way before pulling him out and pausing for a moment to admire him. He was definitely above average lengthwise. Matt then got down on his knees and sucked quickly, Nathan moaning and covering his mouth to try and stay quiet.

The plane suddenly jolted a small bit, causing Matt to go farther down on him and almost choke. Nathan just moaned again and whimpered, resisting the urge to fuck Matt’s mouth.

“O-oh, Matt, ahh! G-gonna cum…!” Nathan managed, his voice still muffled by his hand. Matt just sucked harder, smirking and swallowing as Nathan came hard down his throat. He even tasted sweet.

He quickly pulled off, tucking Nathan back into his jeans and leaving the bathroom. Nathan zipped them up and followed quickly, doing the button as he walked down the aisle. He looked around nervously, afraid that someone might’ve heard them, but no one was looking at them weird or anything like that, so he relaxed and squeezed past Matt to his seat.

Nathan smiled to himself and put his headphones back on, closing his eyes and dissolving into the music. Maybe flights weren’t as bad as he thought.