his jacket (it's nice!!! i like it!)

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Harry getting nervous before your first kiss. You've had a nice night out, and he's had one or two so he's extra smiley. You're getting ready to say goodnight, and tonight's the night, and his eyes are shiny and his cheeks are pink. It's endearing cause he's been so collected, but when he puts his palm on your cheek you can feel it shaking. So you help him out by grabbing his jacket and pulling him in, and it's every bit as good as you dreamed.

I think, in a way, as confident as he may seem, it’s in times like these where you can see a glimpse of his insecurities - his blushing cheeks and nervous smile when he cups your cheek give him away. And, even though you’re as nervous as he is, you can’t help but smile to yourself because how endearing is it that he’s nervous to kiss you?

When you pull him in, slowly and tip your head back so you can press your lips to his, it’s like your heart will carve a hole through your chest with how fast it’s beating but, as cliché as it sounds, the world stops when his lips are on yours. Taking a deep breath, his eyes falling close, Harry relaxes his lips and presses harder against yours, greedy in his pursue to taste you and when your tongues slide against one another, all nerves melt away and all that’s left is the whimpery and content sighs, the sensation of being so close to each other overwhelming to you both.

“Didn’t know y’were so forward…” He jokes and you roll your eyes, pinching his side, where your hands had slid down to.

“I’ve waited long enough, had to take the matter into my own hands.” You joke and he looks at you, fake offense painting his face.

“Oi! Was waiting fo’ the right time, wasn’t I? Couldn’t just kiss yeh out of bloody nowh- hmmph!” He couldn’t kiss you out of nowhere but you had no problem with slanting your lips over his any time the mood strikes.

Dorm Disorder (Chapter 1) 🌙

A/N: I’m going to put a trigger warning on this entire story because this series isn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows. It’s about mental illnesses, abusive parents, cigarettes and alcohol, so don’t say I didn’t warn you! x

Character Appearance: OCs, Kris, Kai, Chanyeol, Luhan, Baekhyun, Amber

Warnings: Mentions of bipolar disorder, cigarettes, alcohol, self-harm

Word Count: 10,215

Soundtrack: Let Me Stay By Your Side // Luhan


Originally posted by fyeahluhan

Illnesses aren’t a joke. Mental illnesses, especially. Take it from someone who is actually suffering from it. I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask for my dad to leave us, I didn’t ask for my mum to be an ex-junkie, I didn’t ask to be claustrophobic and I especially didn’t ask to suffer from bipolar disorder.

My name is Ciara and I’m nineteen years old. To be blunt, I’m a fuck-up. Period. I was never a perfect little ass-licker like every goddamn girl out there in the world. Instead, I’m the exact opposite; I have cuts on my wrists, I smoke, my family is in a mess and my head is spinning round the globe with so many thoughts. Oh, and my best friends are my violin and my mum. I was a floater for the longest time, always spending time with my mum who is an ex-junkie like I said. Now don’t point fingers and start calling her a bad influence and shit. Sure, she’s the woman who went through so much and turned to drugs when it got so rough that she just wanted to kill herself. But, she’s also the woman who raised me up from nothing and kicked her drug addiction just for me and taught me how to live without anyone, a lesson learnt after my father left. My life was pretty messed-up for a long time…until one day, I walked into my therapist’s office and saw him sitting in the waiting room.

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too cold for you here

pairing: reader x jung hoseok

genre/components: fluff // in which hoseok realizes he may be going crazy (in love with his best friend)

count: 1391 words

a/n: just wanted to write something for my sunshine boy; inspired by rhode island’s sweater weather & bf jackets

Hoseok had had three permanent fixtures in his life.

First was his family. He couldn’t really change family unless his parents decided to sprout out another offspring to give him a chance to be the older sibling for once in the spur of a moment, which at the rate his mother complains about his and his sister’s “leaving shit all around the house” and “stupid, incessant bickering” is highly unlikely.

The second was his friends, the bangtan boys they called themselves. The name stuck for the seven talented men (not by choice because Yoongi had decided for all of them that it was a tacky name but it was one that worked) who clung together since they started practicing their individual skills when Hoseok was a wee sophomore in high school. He was surprised that their competitive streaks hadn’t led them to strangle each other and instead directed them into a more productive progression.

And the third and final one was dance which had gotten him through most of his rebellious, teenage angst phase in a healthy way (fortunately enough for his parents, they didn’t have to deal with death metal blasting from the living room speakers and instead was graced by the smoothness of Justin Timberlake’s ”Sexy Back“). Of course, dance continued to change but his passion for it never wavered once.

What he didn’t expect was the addition of a fourth: you. The day you spilled three scorching cups of coffee on his brand new sneakers (white ones at that) and managed to flop a red velvet cupcake with extra cream cheese frosting on his recently washed hair, Hoseok never would’ve guessed that the woman he cursed to the pits of hell with a forced smile would be an important part of his life. Or that he’d like the way ”oh fuck shit I’m sorry goddamn it thanks Jesus“ left your mouth.

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BTS Suga Angst - My Substitute Part 1

Genre: Angst

Warnings: swearing, smoking, depression.

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

Originally posted by comfyjimin

I do not own the gif. 

Finding happiness is like searching for treasure. Through the journey, you experience good and bad things. Sometimes, your precious treasure doesn’t last as long as you hoped. Poor Min Yoongi.

The man had completely been invaded by smoke filing into his lungs, and the heavy scent of alcohol diffusing in. He was sprawled out onto his dirty mattress. Suga was messier than a children’s toy box. After suffering a heart break, losing his job and getting beaten up by his ex’s mates, he had decided to give up.

Hoseok had barged into the room, with a painted expression of worry on his face.

“Yoongi! You’ve got to knock it off!” Hoseok nagged, opening the windows to clear the horrible mixed scent.

“Get lost Hoseok, none of you were made for bad luck.” Yoongi moaned, resting his hand onto his forehead. Yoongi was correct about that. He was experiencing bad luck whilst his friends were living successfully. There was no such thing as “things will get better soon”. It was always as if karma was bullying him for no reason.

Hoseok had sat on his roommates’ mattress comforting him. 

“Yoongi, I think of you and the rest of the members as my source of happiness. I think I’m really lucky to have you guys in my life.” He started.

“Cut the bullshit Hoseok, you can’t fix it this time…” The mint haired man sobbed, turning over. His pain was contagious. Hoseok, inhaled, trying to restrain his tears from falling. 

“Yoongi, I really mean it. I’m sorry this keeps happening to you. I really am. But we’re always worried about you. We hate seeing you in so much pa-” 

“Then like I keep saying, get lost before you catch it.” The older brother had snapped. It was clear that there was no use cheering this poor soul up. All his bad experiences were not building him up into a stronger person like people say. This curse was only turning him colder than ice. Hoseok had eventually left his older brother alone after he drifted off to sleep.

Jin and Namjoon was sat in the living room waiting for younger to come back to report.

“Is he still in that state Hobi?” Jin asked. He had replied with a nod. 

“Well we’ve all decided that we’re going to get Yoongi fixed.” Hoseok’s eyes widened at the suggestion. How was that even possible for someone like Yoongi? Seeing the younger panic, Namjoon takes over.

“His help is overdue but nobody’s had the time. He’s a mess and we’re gonna lose him if we don’t fix h-” Namjoon was cut off by the sound of the fire alarm screaming at this kind of time at night.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. He’s at it again.” Namjoon cursed, as Jin dashed over to shut the alarm up. Yoongi opened his door with a cigarette in his hand, heading towards the front door. 

“Yoongi where are you going?” Jin asked. He was answered with “Out.” followed by a slammed door.

Yoongi isn’t the type to drink, he hates the taste of alcohol. But when you have nothing else apart from cigarettes to take the pain and stress away, you rely on these things. Music was blasting out loudly in the pub. This had been his routine for a couple of weeks. Sleeping, smoking, drinking. He was running out of his remain last paid wage.

“Is it the usual?” A worker asked him. Yoongi nodded.

“Looks like you need it extra strong. Wow you look a mess.” The worker commented. Yoongi glared at him irritatedly.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t need to hear your opinion.” He growled. The worker laughed it off light heartedly, serving Yoongi his drink.

The alcohol had soon defeated him, leaving him completely wasted with the pain numbed. He had staggered out onto the streets, causing a massive scene. People were tossing him dirty looks and making rude remarks as he passed by them. 

“Y/N, don’t go near him. He’s one of them guys who’s helps is way overdue.” A group of females had warned their friend, who was sending Yoongi concerned looks. Yoongi had continued swaying towards the road, where taxi’s were parked. He banged onto a window of an annoyed looking taxi driver. “Take me to (name of the street).” He slurred out.

“Have you got any money on you?” The taxi driver loudly asked through the closed window. Of course he hasn’t. He’s wasted it all on drinking. Yoongi opened the back door and climbed in. 

“Get out! It’s clear you haven’t.” The driver yelled. 

“Sorry sir, he’s with me.” A timid voice interrupted as she pushed Yoongi to the right side of the seat. He was unconvinced by her unstable voice. 

“I’ve got money, just take us to where he said.” She said, showing her purse. Yoongi had no idea who this girl was, nor why the hell was she helping him but he didn’t care.

When the pair reached there, she paid the taxi fare, then helped Yoongi out of the car. Yoongi pushed her away, nose wrinkling. 

“Why are you helping me? Didn’t your parents tell you to stay away from strangers?” He snaps harshly. 

“I-I just h..had t-the f-feeling that you needed help…” She muttered intimidated. His frown bent into a smirk. 

“Well screw your feelings. Nobody cares.” He commented. Even though she was completely petrified, she was determined to do the right thing and get this poor man back to his home. 

“Y-you live at number (any number) r-right? I…I’m not gonna go till you get back safely….s-so don’t try and argue with me!” She firmly stated. Did she know him?

Taken back by her words, his emotions started to fluctuate. He was starting to get confused by this girl helping him.

“You’re a funny girl…maybe the first one who actually cares.” He comments

“It just doesn’t feel right to be a witness of somebody who could’ve died…” She responded. 

“Tch. I couldn’t care less. At least…at least I wouldn’t have to go through shit everyday.” The male had suddenly broken down into tears. This time, it was the opposite gender’s turn to be taken back. 

“P-please don’t cry…” She said uncomfortably.

“It’s Yoongi.” Suga corrected through his tears. What the hell was she going to do now with a crying adult in the middle of the street who she had no relation to? 

“Yoongi then…If you wanna talk on your way, I’m listening…"she suggested kindly. The girl had taken his hand gently into hers, and squeezed it reassuringly. 

“It’s not like you’re only one going through this.” Yoongi hadn’t pulled away, he just lead her towards his house. 

“It’s like I’m a victim of karma.” He sighs. “Today I get my heartbroken, get beaten up by her friends then lose my job. Tomorrow it’ll be something else. If you hang around, you’ll see.” Yoongi slowly opens. The girls keeps this in mind, though she doesn’t quite believe him at first. Until she became another witness.

It isn’t long till they nearly reached his house but something about him, makes the curious girl to find more about him. 

“T..thanks I guess. What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Will you be okay?” She asks with concern. There it is. That weird sense of caring again. 

“No but I’m used to things like this, apart from the migraines in the morning.” Y/N looks at the older man sympathetically. 

“Do you know me? You seem to know your way through this street well.” Yoongi asked. 

“You’re the next door neighbour who’s constantly setting the fire alarm off.” Y/N replied, rolling her eyes. 

“Well that’s convenient. I’ve never seen you before though..” He mumbled confused. 

“Maybe that’s because you’ve never left your house during the day. Your friends is it? Always come and apologise to close neighbours.” Y/N shoots. Automatically, he apologises. The conversation is dangerously approaching its end and he suddenly doesn’t want this awful night to end. 

“C-can I hang around your place tonight?” His cheeks flush as he requests. He’s expecting a no but Y/N accepts him so quickly.

Her house is exceptionally welcoming and warm. 

“You’re the first person to be this nice to me…everybody’s just…vulgar towards me.” Yoongi mumbles shifting around the landing. 

“Take my bed upstairs.” Y/N commands guiding him. Yoongi inhales the sweet, lavender scent in her room. He takes his jacket, shoes, ripped jeans and socks off before collapsing into her bed. Her room felt like a version of paradise. Y/N walks in the room with a glass of water and a bowl of fruits, and kicks the door shut with her foot. 

“Here. It’s supposed to reduce your migraine tomorrow.” She smiles warmly. “Thanks…” He whispers. 

“It’s fine I’m used to it. My friends just crash here whenever they’re having a hard time so it’s not a problem, don’t worry.” Y/N exclaims happily.

How long has he been missing out on the positive things that go on during the day? Or was it the fact that he was just experiencing this for the first time? 

“You know when you said you’re like a victim of karma?” Y/N slowly approached the topic again whilst Yoongi had nodded in return. 

“The world’s polluted with unfortunate things that effect the people around it, but there are many beautiful things in the world that are still yet to be discovered. And those things are worth waiting for in the end.”

Boys Are Jerks

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Request: 23 with Stiles and lots and lots of fluff please!! :) 

#23: “Thanks for lending me your jacket. It’s…really warm”

Author’s Note: I know it’s been a few days since I got something up, but I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language; fluff; talk of break-ups


Roscoe’s headlights shining from around the corner had me letting out a sigh of relief. After rubbing my hands together furiously to bring some feeling into my fingers, I opened my door and stepped out into the cold just as the Jeep came a stop behind my car.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles asked as he jumped out, reaching me in just a few long strides. I nodded, looking at my vehicle with a mixture of sadness and annoyance.

“Yeah, fine. Just freezing. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, she just started making some weird spluttering noise and then died. I barely had enough of a warning to make it to the side of the road,” I explained. Stiles pursed his lips, walking to the front of the car so he could get a look under the hood. After producing a flashlight from his sweatshirt pocket, he lifted it up and stuck his head in. “Thanks again for coming, Stiles. I just didn’t know who else to call, and-”

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Seokjin Scenario: Rain Drops.

Request:  I love your blog so much❤️❤️❤️ I want to request a Seokjin scenario, where he and reader go to a date concert and when you go out its raining so he gives you his jacket!

Genre: Fluff

It was true that you were maybe too excited for this, but nobody could really blame you and it wasn’t like you were ashamed for openly saying that you still got super excited when you were going on a date with your boyfriend.

You giggled a little while picking two water bottles from the fridge, maybe that’s what was so nice about your relationship with Jin, it was still exciting to spend time with him and do lovely couple things together.

You let the bottles on top of the table next to a few snacks and walked back to your room. It was about time to get going and Seokjin could have written you. The first thing you did was to search for your phone and check it was charged, there was a message of your boyfriend saying he was almost at your place to pick you up.

The smile was instantly back to your face and you turned towards the mirror to do the last touches of your makeup, putting a little more of eyeliner and a pretty bright lipstick to match the edgy look you’d chosen for the day; it was an Arctic Monkeys concert after all.

Running a hand through your hair to smooth it down a bit, you took a final look at your reflection and smiled satisfied. You hoped Jin liked your look as much as you did because you were in love, at the mere moment he had surprised you with the tickets and the offer to go and watch the band together you knew you had to pick your looks for that day, and it didn’t take much for you to coax Jin to wear a couple outfit, one that matched a little at least.

You’d gone for a cute high waisted skirt, with black and white squares print and two little openings on the lower edge, it was comfy and really fashionable, and you decided to pair it with a black crop top, sandals, round sunglasses and a small black leather back pack.

You threw your phone inside the bag, sprayed some of your favorite perfume and ran downstairs to pick the water bottles and the snacks. By the time you were halfway into the living room you heard a claxon outside announcing Seokjin’s arrival.

Stepping outside you saw him already walking towards you and your heart did that funny thing it always did whenever Jin was into view, jumping a little inside your chest.

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This magnificent bastard arrived in the post today. It’s the now expensive-as-all-fuck-but-totally-worth-every-red-cent diamond select toys Negan vinyl bust bank.

Quality is great, paint and vinyl is nice. I love this sculpt. Nicely detailed, down to the texture and folds of the leather in his jacket. Fucking awesome pose.

I’m just still spewing I didn’t pick it up that one time I saw it early after its release for like $19au the one time I saw them at a con. I’d buy it again at the close to $150au I paid to get it here since it’s awesome.

"Things Friends/Coworkers/Classmates Have Said" sentence starters
  • "I'm in cappuccino hell!"
  • "You're an egg."
  • "It looks like I don't know how to do my makeup."
  • "We're gonna go to jail!"
  • "All hail the dead possum."
  • "Does that count as sexual harrassment?"
  • "I got my boyfriend by sending him memes."
  • "Go to the murder room."
  • "It was her idea!"
  • "How old are you? I'm not allowed to sell you anything, but I can tell you about them."
  • "A lady came in saying she hadn't had an orgasm in two years. Three hours later she came back to give me cookies."
  • "Do you want to trade off with the straight jacket?"
  • "Does my face look realistic?"
  • "Tell ______ to come get his/her blood."
  • "Even the professionals jump."
  • "How old are you? Lets go to a hooka lounge after this."
  • "I'm not a drug dealer!"
  • "It's hard because ______ has so many freaking freckles!"
  • "I usually use a popsicle."
  • "My mom keeps telling me I'm gonna go to hell."
  • "Meme it."
  • "You wanna fucking go, ______?"
  • "Fight me, coconut boy!"
  • "The hole's nice and smooth."
  • "I was a good child."
  • "What's a shortstack? Like...a short stack of pancakes...?"
  • "______, shut up, I can't hear ______!"
  • "No--you can't cheat on an IQ test, stop it!"
  • "My IQ is not 1.39, that was a crumb!"
  • [text] 👉✊💦

so OMG I had thought about something similar when you sent me this! I had even started a mini!fic so I finished it (finally) and here it is! Hopefully you guys won’t hate it omg. I’m not the best writer.:’) But I LOVE this kind of scenario.

Title: Truce
Category: Batman » Rogue Gallery, Batman, Robin, Justice League
Pairings: Spring Madness (brief), Mad Love
Rating: Rated: K+
Genre: ??(I don’t even know pfft) End of the World (?) Humor
Words: 3049 

Don’t TOUCH ANYTHING. Got me?”

The stern, slightly gruff voice echoed throughout the walls of the famed, the glorious, the dark—and rather damp—Batcave. The strictness of the voice belonged to a personage who was really putting a dull vibe on the whole field trip. Well, to them it was a field trip. To Batman…it was a nightmare. An invasion of privacy.

It made his stomach twist painfully.

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bayern-xo  asked:

Can you make a Imagine (with A. Grizmann)? Thanks babie

i’m so sorry??? this is not what i had in mind when i started writing but apparently i am too dramatic to write simple fluff?? anyway i hope u like this nonetheless 😳💜

It’s been a year since you’d last seen him. You remember it being October; the autumn leaves had adorned more ground than they had treetops at the time, going out of the house without a warm enough jacket had become impossible, but the sun had still found its way through heavy grey clouds, embracing the world in a golden haze. It had been a nice October. Until that day Antoine had sat on the soft cushions of your couch, a dark blue sweater hugging his torso, speaking softly but clearly, telling you that he couldn’t do it anymore. 

You hadn’t understood at first — hadn’t wanted to. Seeing him close the front door behind him had ripped your heart in two. The memory still does. 

It’s October again, now. It’s raining (has been for a while) and you sit on your couch, watching the raindrops fall. 

“Babe, I can’t find my car keys. Have you seen them?” 

You look up to see Chase standing in the doorframe that leads to your living room. He looks a bit lost as he rifles through his brown leathern bag that’s filled with books. He’s a teacher and sometimes he forgets to stop teaching. For some reason, you used to find his know-it-all personality quite adorable at first; he had that way of making even the most annoying comments funny. Now it’s become nettlesome. 

You shrug. “Have you checked the kitchen counter?” 

A second after saying this, you want to smack yourself. Chase has never left anything lying on the kitchen counter — he’s tidy to the point where it’s bordering on OCD. Antoine, on the other hand, has. All the time. 

“Shoes?” you asked, staring at the pair of Nikes on the kitchen counter. Then at Antoine who stood next to you, biting the inside of his cheek in a painfully obvious attempt to suppress a grin. “Seriously? Shoes in the kitchen?” 

“Sorry. In my defense, I was in a hurry.” He picked the shoes up and tossed them in the hall, aiming at the coat rack situated there. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” you said with a shake of your head. 

Antoine seemed to get you wrong because as soon as the sentence had left your mouth, he smiled. A second later, he had his arms wrapped around you from behind and his lips pressed to your neck, then pressed to your ear as he whispered, “I’ve never met anyone like you neither.” 

You laughed. “Not the way I meant it, but I’ll take it.” 

“Oh, I know exactly what you were talking about. I know you.” 

“Hmm,” you hummed, “You do.”

His hands moved to your stomach, his long fingers intertwining, trapping you against his firm body. Your heart hammered against your ribcage in response. He was warm and soft, his nearness clouding your brain and sharpening your senses. “I’m glad I do.”

“You’re getting corny again.”

“Well, I am French.” You felt him shrug behind you, and laughed. 

“Oh, yeah? What happened to ‘I’m French, but more Spanish’?” 

“I’m French when it comes to food and kissing.” 

You made a face. “You’re not that good of a kisser, to be honest.” 

Antoine grinned — you could feel his cheek move against yours when he did. “Really? Let me prove you wrong.” 

Everything went pink, azure, red, white, when he did.

“Y/N?” Chase’s deep voice jolts you out of your thoughts. Guilt craws up your neck, making your cheeks burn. “Did you hear me?”

You shoot him a small, apologetic smile. “No, sorry. What did you say?” 

“I said I’m off to work. Enjoy your free day.” With that, he presses a kiss to your forehead and walks out of the door. When you look out of the window again, it is still raining. 

“Oh my God,” you whispered, feeling your heart sink, your chest squeeze and your eyes prickle. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room slowly. Antoine was sitting on the couch, his torso propped up on pillows and his iPad in his hands. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and one of his legs shaking. He looked up at you when he heard you coming, pressing the iPad’s lock button. 

“Are you?” 

There was a lump in your throat, making you feel like you might suffocate. So all you could do was nod. 

Antoine did, too, as he sat up straight and stared at the wall for a few moments. You kept standing a few meters away from him, your lips pressed together. 

Somewhen (after what seemed like an eternity), he spoke up again, “Okay.” 

“That’s it?” you asked, your voice small, “That’s all you have to say?” 

Antoine shrugged. “You’re pregnant, not dying. We can do this.” 

“I’m twenty-two!” you yelled, pressing your palms to your cheeks and blinking rapidly, desperately trying to stop the tears from falling. “I— I— god, no.” 

He was quiet for a while after that again but his sky-blue eyes stayed focused on you, watching you cry. Usually he’d comfort you, you knew that, but he seemed paralyzed. Shocked. Afraid. Just like you. 

“We can take care of this, if you want to,” he mumbled that night as he dropped his pillow and blanket onto the couch. You stood at the staircase with your arms folded and tears still streaming down your cheeks. “We don’t have to have this baby if you don’t want to.”

When you realized what he was talking about, you wanted to throw up. 

“I’m not going to make this decision on my own just so you won’t be the asshole,” you hissed before you stomped up the stairs. 

“That’s not what I meant!” Antoine shouted after you. 

“Fuck you.” 

You lost the baby three months later. 

He is everywhere. After the EURO, he is everywhere. In the papers, on the TV, even on Beats by Dr. Dre’s playlist on Apple Music. Well, his face is on the cover at least, but still. 

It’s annoying. 

You sigh as you watch the water boil in the pot, the pasta in it floating around and dancing between the rising bubbles. 

Antoine was smiling more on all of those candid pictures you see of him on a daily basis than you had seen him smile at home. Which makes sense seeing as he seemed to be out and about more often than not these days. He said it’s because of football. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn’t. 

Exhaling audibly, you walked into your bedroom. Antoine was there, too, stuffing clothes into a suitcase which has the Atlético emblem stitched on to it. He didn’t bother folding any of them. No surprise there. It was a bit of a surprise, though, to see the lack of football kits. 

“Where are you going?” you asked. He didn’t look up.

“Away game in Italy.”

“And you don’t need kits for that?” 

Antoine paused. “Oh, almost forgot. Good thing I have you.” 

“Yeah.” You watched him as he took sport clothing out of the closet and ignored the uneasy feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach. 

You spend the next couple of hours crying. 

When Chase comes home from work in the evening, you sit him down on the couch. He looks lost again in his beige pullover, his dark hair dry for once — it’s stopped raining in the afternoon, even if the clouds haven’t disappeared. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

Chase doesn’t look like he understands, but your words fall surprisingly easily.

KBTBB Fanfic: Bidders find out that MC has a large dog

This was requested by an anon. I’m so sorry it took a while and I hope it was worth the wait!

You were paged to go to the penthouse and when you arrived all of the bidders were hanging out in the lounge area. Baba and Ota sitting in the couch watching tv. Soryu sitting in a chair near Baba and Ota cleaning one of his guns. Eisuke sitting on another chair in the living room with his laptop on the coffee table. Mamoru standing by the doors that lead to the terrace puffing a cigarette.
“Hey guys. You paged me?”
“Coffee.” Eisuke says without looking up from his laptop.
“Should I make coffee for all of you?”
They each nodded their heads and you headed towards the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
You returned to the living room with 5 cups of coffee made how each of the men prefer.
“____ you need to run an errand for me today.” Eisuke says as he’s sipping his coffee.
“Oh I’m supposed to get off of work pretty soon. It depends when you need me to go on this errand.”
“I don’t hear a yes or ok. Did you forget how things work around here?” Eisuke says in a firm tone.
“Eisuke I think you can let this one slide. I have a personal errand to run today after work.”
“What do you need to do that’s more important than picking up my suit from the dry cleaners?”
“I could pick up your suit on the way. I have to–”
“Get me a pack of cigarettes. It’s a pain to get those.” Mamoru says out of nowhere.
“Eww I don’t want people to think I smoke.”
“Quit whinin’ kid. It’s not a big deal.”
“Ugh fine…” You sigh.
“So what’s your errand pretty lady?”
“I have to pick up my dog. The place that watches my dog during the day is closing early so I need to pick him up.”
“Koro you have a dog?”
“I would’ve guessed that you’re a cat person.” Says Soryu.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” He says looking away from you.
“Heh…_____ with a dog. You probably have one if those annoying dogs that never stop barking.” Eisuke chuckes.
“Aww I can imagine _____ with a Pomeranian or something small and cute like her.” Baba winks.
“I should be on my way. I don’t want the little guy waiting too long.” You almost coo as you head towards the door to leave the penthouse.


You arrive to the penthouse but before entering you peep your head inside.
“Here’s your suit and the cigarettes.” You hand the items to Eisuke and he starts to walk away slowly.
“Is it ok if I bring Coco inside for a little bit?”
“Who?” Soryu and Eisuke ask at the same time.
“My dog.”
Eisuke nods and Soryu just shrugs.
“I want to see your dog!” Ota says enthusiastically.
“As long as it doesn’t touch me then sure.” Mamoru says.
“Don’t the cops have dogs that sniff out drugs?”
“What they have dogs that do that?” Baba joins.
“I ain’t work with no dogs. I don’t work in that department.” Mamoru says scratching his head.
“Ok here he is!”
“Whoa ____ I thought you owned a dog not a cow!” Eisuke says stepping back.
“You’re kidding right? This ain’t your dog. How can a kid like you handle something like that.” Mamoru tries to laugh off his slight discomfort of being in the same room as the massive dog.
“Koro is this a Dalmatian?”
“No Coco is a Great Dane.”
“Do you ride it like a horse and sit on it like a princess?” Baba asks.
“No of course not.”
“Ok ____ you need to get that out of here. The hotel doesn’t allow horses or zebras or whatever that is inside.” Eisuke says trying to hide his shock and fear of the dog.
“Guys he’s a really sweet dog. He doesn’t bite. I promise” You gesture towards the dog so the bidders can pet him. Baba places his hand on Coco’s back and rubs slowly and begins to get comfortable.
“This is nice.” Baba smiles.
“He is really nice. You’re not like my old dog but I still like you.” Ota says to the dog as he scratches the dogs head. Soryu joins and pets it’s neck.
“See I told you guys, he’s nice. Good boy Coco!”
Eisuke pats the dog on the back but remains stiff. Mamoru slowly approaches the dog. Coco starts sniffing Mamo’s jacket and Mamoru jumps a little.
“You’re fine. He probably just smells the smoke on you.” You say sarcastically.
Mamoru reaches to place his hand onto the dog’s face to scratch it’s cheek. The massive dog jumps up and puts its paws on Mamoru’s shoulders and licks his face.
The other bidders step away making faces of disgust and also trying to conceal their laughter.
“Mamoru you’re fine he just licked your face. Don’t freak out or he’ll get excited.”
Too late.
Coco is all riled up and starts to run around the lounge area knocking things over with his tail and runs into things. The bidders flee like pigeons in a park. None of them are in the lounge area.
“Wow who knew they’d be scared of you. My little baby. Yes you’re my cutie.” You start calming down the dog and cooing at it.
“I totally forgot to tell them that I haven’t gotten you neutered. That’s why you got crazy.” You kiss its head and walk out of the penthouse and head back home giggling to yourself remembering what just happened.
“I should bring Coco more often.”

MrImpala67 (ReaderxDean)

Request: Idea! Can I request one where the Dean has a Tumblr and him and the reader start talking through it? And over time, they become good friends and decide to meet, where they get along really well and he tells her what he does and she’s accepting and actually thanks him? And they end up together? Maybe go into some detail about the kind of blog Dean has cause that would be interesting? :)

Warning(s): fluff, smut implication

Words: 2916

Note: Sorry it got kind of long! This was a really cute idea, although Dean probably wouldn’t even know how to work tumblr ;) (Dean’s like 28 here)

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anonymous asked:

Can you recommend some BTS authors ?

YES, YES, I CAN. THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR FICS ALL DESERVED TO BE LOVED. PLEASE SEND THEM LOVE. there’s no smut on this list though since I have never read anything from that genre and don’t plan to, so get ready for disgustingly cute fluff or heart wrenching angst. (also i’m totally copying rys’s idea of putting quotes, so copyright infringement 2016 rys the thirsty af jimin stan please don’t sue me i’m barely legal)

♡ An ; @zephyoongist

AN IS THE BESTEST, GREATEST, HELLA RAD-EST WRITER EVER. lmao this is probably favoritism, but she’s so extraordinarily talented at writing, and she’s my bffl even though we act like complete assholes to each other 24/7. She really enjoys wrecking my cold heart on a daily basis with her stories. Thanks a lot, Pablo. I really appreciate it.

  • “’It’s like the feeling you get when you’re running, the wind in your face, the pounding of your heart so fast, you’d think it’ll burst out of your chest, the sore of your muscles, you’d  feel like your legs are going to come off but you keep running. It’s like something intense─ It’s like─ It’s like─’ ‘─Love.’” - Lucky
  • “And it all comes crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Unanswered questions and needling doubt washes away like ashore writings on sand. That’s when he understands the encrypted message you’ve been trying to tell him. I’ll take all of you, good and bad.” - Summer in December

♡ Rys ; @optosomnio

ONE OF MY FAVORITEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE. Her writing is really cute and fluffy, but also super duper comedic. And I absolutely love it. It’s like watching a rom com movie, except you’re reading it and it’s with bts. Can it get any better? and please send her memes and pick up lines, and also kappa and jimin pictures.

  • “It’s here and now–with the morning sun just barely peeking out from the roofs as you drowsily brush your teeth, toothpaste dripping from the corner of your mouth–that Taehyung finally decides that he is officially in love with you. And hopelessly so, he concludes.” - Seal
  • “He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face. He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.” - Soul

♡ Mia ; @annyeongs

AH, MIA MY LOVELY CUTECUMBER AND FINEAPPLE; SHE’S SO SO TALENTED AT WRITING. She enjoys slaying me with her bts x hogwarts bulletpoint aus and her ghost au. Also, Jimin isn’t even my bias, but her scenarios are really making me rethink that. And, are you a 90 degree angel? Because you are looking right ayyy

  • “Sunset eyes watch them in silent agony, helpless fingertips itching to reach out, but mind reminding that it’s useless. He should be used to it by now, but strangely, it’s a painful kind of numbness he feels when he looks at them.” - Touch
  • “ He looks absolutely gorgeous and unearthly and breathtaking in the dimly lit room, the warm yellow rays of the streetlights reflected on his face as he tilts his head, and lets out a silent laugh. You can’t take your eyes off of him, especially not with the slight buzz of alcohol coursing through your system, and especially not when he’s smirking at you like that.” - Haunted

♡ Missy ; @an-exotic-writer

MISSY IS MY DARLING SUNSHINE FLOWER. She’s a complete sweetheart and she really needs to fly over and visit me, and help me get my driver’s license lol. Her writing is to die for, like it’s a gift from the gods or something, so please just read everything of hers. Oh, and are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling wey hey

  • “But when Taehyung’s looking at you with such love and adoration in his eyes and when he smiles, it’s like you’ve found the true meaning of home, you’re willing to take a chance on it.” - fwb; taehyung
  • “’Drop the next beat!” Hoseok hollers, already putting on the next track and in between, Yoongi may or may not have forgotten his words and lines because maybe, he’s lost them all to you.” - Stolen Words

♡ Vivian ; @jiminniejuseyo

VIVIAN WRITES SO BEAUTIFULLY AND POETICALLY I CRY. Compared to art, her writing is like the sistine chapel ceiling frescoes, yep. And, she’s oh so wonderful and really sweet, and yeah, go adore her and her stories please because I sure do.

  • “He smelled nice, woodsy; of his light, iris scented shampoo and morning dew scented shower gel – whatever that was – an aroma of coffee all over him and the faintest, tiniest hint of rose scented mattresses. Home.” - All That Matters
  • “You grinned coyly, the relaxing coldness of the revolver in your left hand soothing you as you peered around the large lobby, meeting the hungry gazes of men as he glanced down your body, clad in high waisted shorts and denim jackets.” - Queen of Disaster

♡ Sasha & Chloe ; @hobieful

SASHA IS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE. And I’ve never spoken to Chloe, but she seems like really chill and nice, so heyyy there if you see this. But also, they’re both super amazing writers, so it’s like a double threat. If you’re looking to get wrecked twice, then I direct you to their blog.

  • “’But I never had a place, not in your house of memories.’ His cries were like the cry of a werewolf, writhing in agony from its transformation. Only this one, the agony seeped more than into his bones, it seeped deep into his heart.” - House of Memories
  • “But then he turns towards you, and his eyes lock into yours, darker than black yet filled with a silver that promised life, and glinting with something you couldn’t exactly place your finger on. Even as your mind wiped itself, there is one thought that fixed itself in your mind: he can be covered in the color, but he will never, ever be white.” - Heartstrings

♡ Alyssa ; @taehxyung

ALYSSA IS A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS WHO DESERVES MUCH LOVE. She has made me cry over hogwarts jungkook every time I read it because wow, it’s a masterpiece; I love it so much. And the rest of her writing is equally destructive to your heart.

  • “Your eyes widened as you twisted in your seat to look at your Professor and a startled Jungkook. And, maybe, if you looked hard enough and passed the smug smirk, you could see his conceited look falter, a look of hurt flashing across his eyes.” - Amortentia
  • “You pitied him, sure, but you knew full well that Kim Taehyung liked Christmas less than any human being surely did and so blaring Christmas music to annoy him was rather fun.” - Mistletoe & Eggnog

♡ Kristen ; @jjungkooked

KRISTEN CAN UTTERLY RUIN YOU WITH A SINGLE SENTENCE GODDAMN. Her writing is absolute heaven, and it makes me smile and feel all nice and fuzzy inside. Sit by the window, curl up with a mug or hot chocolate or a tub of ice cream, and enjoy her writing.

  • “You definitely love him – he’s the kindest, most caring and supportive boyfriend you’ve ever had. There are days when you have to stop to think, to simply admire his entire existence. You’re convinced that you must have performed some incredible miracles in your past life to be able to deserve this boy.” - A Safe Place
  • “You crinkle your nose and blush at this, as does he, because Jungkook has these random moments where he blurts out incredibly cliché and cringe-worthy phrases that always leave you stuck between wanting to strangle him and wanting to kiss him.” - The Little Things


SHE’S LIKE A MIX OF SMARTICLES, TALENT, AND BEAUTY. like oh my goodness, her scenarios are so incredibly fluffy and sweet, they should be called cotton candy. I wholeheartedly admit that I am a complete sucker for her writing, and I adore it so so much.

  • “It wasn’t strange for Taehyung to be giving you pet names; the boy has an extensive list of terms ranging from cupcake to plum to hazelnut– never have you heard him call you the same thing twice, but they all share the common aspect of revolving around food, usually sweet, just like him.” - Honey
  • “’Hmm, what about –’ you turn to Jimin at the same time he dips his head down to press his lips against yours, cutting you off midsentence. A squeak, or a halfway hiccup sounds and catches in your throat, mostly at the kiss but also about how soft and full Jimin’s lips are on yours; they feel as nice as they look.” - Hiccups

♡ Faryn & Cherri ; @bapsae-bae

So, I have not talked to these two wonderful, amazingly talented human beings before, but I just found their writings, and can I just say, I fell completely in love with their stories? Faryn’s fluff slays me so much, and Cherri’s gang au leaves me in suspense, and wowie.

  • “And you couldn’t focus when his lips were kept moving like that, with words you couldn’t process tumbling gracefully from his mouth. His hair was tinted so beautifully with a glow from the backdrop of the setting sun and your mind was white noise so you didn’t stop yourself from cutting him off and pressing your lips to his.” - Sunset Frost
  • “This so-called candyman was completely gorgeous, and you could only stare from your frozen position on the floor when you realized so. You watched as his eyes trailed the store until he caught eye of your cousin and was suddenly leaning over the glass counter with a heartstopping playful smile gracing his lips.” - Candyman

I hope you did not combust from all those feels after reading all their writing, bUT THOSE ARE MY AUTHOR RECS. I HAVE MORE ON MY REC PAGE AND REC TAG :) but also, please send me recs, too; i have a hard time finding nonsmut fics tbh

anonymous asked:

I'm the anon with no life that's now going to read everything you've ever written.... Can you pleeeeeeaaaaassseee do 25 with Luke because he's got me feeling some type of way recently and I am just ugh. But anyway thanks and I love yoooouuuuu! 💗

oh, hello again! Oh God, I’m literally praying for you some of the stuff is like terrible haha. Of course I can, I hope its okay for you! That boy has always got me feeling some type of way with his stupid antics. You’re welcome, I love you too! x

“Alright, ready to go?” You puffed as you finally reached the last of the steps you’d just jogged down, searching the room for your boyfriend. “I am indeed” he sang, halting in his clumsy steps as his eyes fell upon you. “You’re not going out like that.” He laughed as if you’d pulled some joke, head tilting towards you as if he was with waiting for you to join in.

Looking down at yourself - clothed in a light dress with tights and boots, a somewhat thick cardigan slung over your frame - you frowned, face keeping the expression as you returned your line of eyesight to him. “What? Of course, I am. What the fuck is wrong with it?” You pouted, not liking to be told you couldn’t do something.

“Whats wrong with it?” He asked rhetorically, eyebrows raised so high you were surprised they didn’t disappear into his hair. He set off marching across the living room to pull the curtains back, revealing what looked to be a frosty scene outside, a few of the leaves on the plants in the garden in front of your shared house sprinkled with a glitter-like coating of ice. “This, is what the fuck is wrong with it!” He emphasized his words with a couple of hasty taps against the window.

You crossed the floor so you were next to him, smiling at the view. You’d always loved the time of year when it began to get colder, admiring how much clearer everything seemed to look in the crisp autumn air. It also revealed what his problem with your outfit choice was. “It’s only like this because it’s the morning, it’ll warm up soon enough. Besides, look, you’re only wearing a flannel! You’re not trying to double standard me here, are you?” You warned, arching an eyebrow at him.

“No, it’s like this because it’s freezing!” He strained, not kidding about this in the slightest. “No, of course I’m not!” He defended, arms crossing over his chest. “The difference between me and you, sweetheart, is that you are carrying our child and I don’t want either of you to get cold.” His expression softened, eyes flickering down to your barely-there bump.

You laughed softly, heart melting at his words. “I’m only going from here to the car, from the car to the hospital and vice versa.” You smiled, trying to reassure him that you weren’t going to catch pneumonia and turn your unborn child into an ice cube, well aware that thoughts along those lines would be filling his head at that very moment. Reaching your hand out you had aimed to rest it on his upper arm to calm him, before hopefully using it to push him out the door so you wouldn’t be late for your scan. But it was no use because in the few seconds it took for your muscles to move he had made it across to where you hung your coats and such.

Your eyes widened as he returned, arms full of thick materials and woollen fabric. “Luke–” you started, holding a finger up to try and stop him but it was too late as he slid that outstretched arm through the sleeve of your biggest winter jacket. “Nope, shh, I don’t care.” He spoke sternly, lifting your other arm for you and pushing it reluctantly through the other sleeve, moving to stand before you as he fiddled with the zip. “Its probably like 20 degrees below freezing out there,” he reached under his arm to wrap a scarf around you, surprised he could make out where your neck was given that he had zipped your coat right up to your chin. “and you need to wrap up nice and warm,” He nodded, stretching a chunky knit beanie over your head, breaking his authoritative streak with a laugh as he pulled it back from where he’d had it sitting over your eyes. “Because you’re just so small.” He sighed, eyes widening briefly as he enunciated the whispered word “small”, hands falling to rest on your abdomen as he leant forward to press a kiss to the end of your nose that was poking out over the top of your scarf.

“Which one of us are you talking to?” You chuckled, reaching up to pull the thick material down so it sat where it should, allowing you to speak clearly. “Both.” He shrugged happily, turning to open the door. You sighed heavily as you walked past him, deciding that sweating profusely on the journey to the hospital wouldn’t be so bad if it settled his already overprotective tendencies towards you and the baby. It would only be til you got there, having to remove it all for your scan anyways. At which point you’d hopefully have a sonogram or the sound of the heartbeat to distract him from dressing you again afterwards.

“Well I don’t mean to blow my own horn or anything, but I’m pretty sure he’s comfy enough in there. You know, due to having such a good host and all.” You winked, patting your tummy as you both walked down the path to where his car was parked.

“You think it’s a boy?” He asked excitedly, pure love and joy not only filling his eyes but being prominently visible on each and every one of his features too. You pressed your lips together, fighting a huge grin as you nodded. “Don’t you?”

He shook his head as he clicked his keys to unlock his car. “Nope. I have a feeling it’s a little girl.” He beamed, the idea of having a child of any gender getting him so excited he didn’t think he’d be able to wait for the next 5 months. “How about we make a bet on it?” He smirked, making your eyes roll fondly at how full of himself he could be sometimes.

“Okay.” You nodded confidently. “If I win, I get” you paused briefly, trying to figure out what you could bet on. It was highly unlikely either of you would hold the other to this, so it didn’t really matter what you chose because win or lose you wouldn’t he getting it. “Your car.” You laughed as you climbed into the aforementioned vehicle.

“I don’t think so.” he scoffed as he got in next to you, putting the key in the ignition. You knew how much he loved his car which was why you’d chosen it. And why you decided to use that fact to tease him further. “Fine, doesn’t matter anyways does it? I mean, you’re going to have to get rid of it in a few months for something more family friendly. Like a minivan?” You drew your lips into your mouth as you looked out of the window, trying to remain as serious as possible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the car, the soon to be father of your child was making loud and dramatic retching noises at even the mention of him owning such a thing. “Babe, you’re already creating something that’s going to have me wrapped around its teeny tiny little finger from the moment it takes its first breath. Must you emasculate me further?” He sighed, eyes scanning over you to make sure you were buckled in and safe before pulling out onto the road, shaking his head as your loud laughter filled the small space.

Do You Trust Me? (Jimin X Reader)

Hey anon, I’m so sorry I took so long to write this. I’ve been hanging out with some friends and finally got the time to write it today. I hope you like it, though I think I might be suffering from some writer’s block.

Originally posted by jibootymin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1647

It can be hard dating an idol sometimes. Due to hectic schedules, you might be seeing him once every few months. When preparing for a comeback, he might be up practicing until the crack of dawn. Especially if your boyfriend is Park Jimin a.k.a practice addict. It is worth it though when you see him smiling from ear to ear with his signature eye smile. 


“Great work everyone.” the CF director said to everyone.

“Komapseumnida.” Jimin repeatly said while thanking the staff members and everyone who helped on set.

Jimin had been busy shooting an advertisement for the past few days. He had been paired up with her/n for this advert. Her/n was a very friendly person and he got along well with her.


You laid on your comfy and warm bed. Winter was here and there was no place you’d rather be than in your bed. The clock in your room showed that it was eleven o’clock. Jimin said he’d be home an hour ago. It was unlike him to not text you if he was caught up with something. You called him, but was diverted to his voicemail. You fell asleep waiting for him to come home.

The next morning you awoke to a text on your phone:

“Sorry y/n. I have to stay back and practice tonight, so I can’t drop by today.”

You cheered up as you read his text. At least he texted you to let you know. After all it was your one year anniversary today. You were excited to meet Jimin to celebrate this milestone. He had told you that he would be in the studio today, so you decided to surprise him. You made some kimbaps for the boys and a special lunchbox for your boyfriend. 

You dropped by the studio at noon. You knocked on the door and let yourself in. The boys greeted you happily after seeing the amount of food you were carrying in your hands. 

“Thanks for all the food y/n.” Jin said.

“No problem. Where’s Jimin though, he told me he would be in the studio today.”

“He ermm he ermm- “ Taehyung stuttered.

“He had to do some solo shots for our next album. He should be back in a while.” Namjoon continued Taehyung’s sentence.

You looked at the boys, somehow they are giving out a weird vibe. As if they were hiding something from you. The feeling went away after they were complimenting on your delicious homemade food. After the food containers became empty, Jimin was still no where at sight. 

“Hey, do me a favor and give this to Jimin when he gets back won’t you.” you told Jungkook, passing him the special lunchbox you had made.

He nodded and you left them to practice on their own.

You went back home and your thoughts wandered to what to wear tonight for your date. Although the both of you were just celebrating your anniversary at home, you wanted to make it special. At times like these, you wished that you could go out on public dates with Jimin but due to BTS’ popularity, you could not do things like that.

You scrolled your phone for some new makeup ideas. Something caught your eyes. Dispatch had just released a few photos of two idols rumored to be dating. Your curiosity kicked in and you decided to click on that article. The pictures appeared on the top of the article first. The man in the picture looked vaguely familiar. You scrolled down to read the article and your eyes widen in disbelieve. 


They are reportedly dating after -

You locked your phone and tried to gather your thoughts and emotions together. 


Jimin’s POV:

He went back to the studio a little after noon. His members swarmed around him and told him that you had just dropped by.

“We tried to cover up as much as we could.” they all said.

He thanked them and was presented with a lunchbox from Jungkook. 

“Its yours, y/n made it for you. Hyung open it! We’re all dying to see what she packed inside.”

He carefully opened the lunchbox and a smile formed on his face. The most heavenly smell coming from the lunchbox. The rice was shaped prettily into a heart and by the side there were a few types of meat, cooked just the way he liked it and some veggie to make it a nutritious meal. He spotted a note in the bag that came with the lunchbox.

Happy Anniversary Chim Chim! ❤❤❤

He grinned happily because he was dating the best girlfriend any man could ever have. He took a bite of the delectable-looking food and devoured it down, enjoying every bite.

“Jimin-ah whats this?” Namjoon pointed to his phone.


Jimin’s was shocked with this false news. He panicked not knowing what to do and worrying about how you would react to the news. He was brought into Bang PD-nim’s office to explain everything. 


You stirred the kimchi jigae carefully not to let it spill out from the bubbling pot. The clock showed seven o’clock. Jimin should be home soon.

 After reading the article, you were in a dilemma.

“How could he do this to you? You thought he wasn’t one of those guys that would cheat on their girlfriend.”

“I thought wrong, I guess.” as some tears flowed down your cheeks.

You cried into your pillow, comforting yourself that it would all be okay. You laid down on your side, facing the wall. You saw the photos you had pasted on the wall with Jimin previously. The first picture was when you and Jimin went on a date at night to the nearby park. The next picture was when you attended BTS’ concert and you went backstage to take a picture with him. The other pictures were some goofy shots the both of you took from time to time. 

This wasn’t right. The Park Jimin you knew wasn’t someone who would do something like that to you. You remembered all the times when he would remind you how much he loved you or when he was tired from practice, he’d still cuddle with you before sleeping. You wiped your tears and decided that it was only fair that you gave him the benefit of doubt.


You heard your front door open and was greeted with a bouquet of red roses.

“Happy Anniversary jagi!” He leaned in and gave you a kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back and thanked him for the lovely roses. Jimin tooked a seat on the dinner table. You placed a coaster on the table and carried the boiling soup onto the table. Jimin looked eagerly at the kimchi-jigae. Dinner started and you tried to keep it as normal as any other day but there was no doubt a tension between the both you.

After dinner you proceeded to do the dishes.

“Jagi… did you- Did you read anything weird about me online today?”

“Hmm… “you hesitatingly reply. “I did see the article about you and her/n… but” 

Jimin licked his lips nervously to hear what you had to say.

“But… it isn’t true right? Dispatch must have misunderstood that the two of you were dating when you were just being nice to her, lending her your jacket while shooting the CF.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Of course its not true jagi. I was so worried about how you’d react. The paparazzi always likes to interpret things to their advantage. Her/n’s agency and mine had just denied the rumors. I’m glad you trust me jagi. ” he gave you a back hug.

You wiped your wet hands on a cloth and turned to return the hug. All your uncertain thoughts had rolled away and you were happy that you didn’t make a big deal out of this.

You broke the hug and went into your bedroom. You presented him with his present in an envelope.

“Thanks jagi.” accepting the present.

“What is it?” he grinned while opening the envelope.

“Oh My God! Jagi… how did you get these tickets? You shouldn’t have.” he said while reading the label of the tickets. It was VIP concert tickets to Big Bang’s concert.

“I have my ways and I knew you’d loved to go. You’ve been going on and on for the longest time ever about how much you love Taeyang.”

He reached out from behind and presented you with a box. You shook it a few times to see if you can guess what was inside. It was fairly light and you couldn’t seem to pinpoint what was in it. You opened it carefully, peering to see what was in it. 

Your mouth was agape upon seeing the contents of the box. It was filled with every shade of pink and red hand-folded heart origami.  

“Jagi… wow. How did you find the time to make this?” you leaned in a gave him a bear hug.

“There are 365 hearts to represent our days together as a couple. When you’re sad you can open one to read what I’ve wrote inside.”

“Thanks jagi, really I love it. More than anything.”

“Actually I folded 300 and the members had to help me fold the other 65.” He smiled sheepishly.” That was why I couldn’t come yesterday night and wasn’t in the studio today. I was rushing to finish folding these.”

“Aww…I still love it” giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The both of you cuddled on the sofa, eating some ice-cream and watching a movie. You sneaked a peek at your boyfriend. 

“I must have done something good in my past life to get such an amazing boyfriend like him.”

Guys, the ask box is still open! Have a great day my lovely followers!💕


lil things.

It started when I first went back to Watford, when Simon gave me a black jumper to wear when I missed him. It smelt like him.

I wore that jumper whenever I could, but especially at night, when I slept in his bed instead of my own. He left an old t-shirt there, too, so I found comfort in wearing those. Nobody noticed, of course. It was a very well kept secret.


I took him shopping, one day. Simon used to never go shopping, being brought up in the foster system and all, but I figured it was about time he actually owned something that he liked (or, y'know, fit).

Simon didn’t wear the same things as I wore. That was obvious. He favoured all of my sweaters and t-shirts over my suits and shirts. That was fine with me, until he shoved me into a shop and made me to try something on.

“Simon, no,” I laughed, looking down at the jeans he had offered to me. “I don’t wear jeans this skinny. Or black. I can’t move.”

Simon just rolled his eyes and stepped closer. “Baz, come on,” he chuckled. “Be adventurous. You look great.”

Almost begrudgingly, I sighed and leaned against the changing room’s door frame. “Fine. I’ll get them. Stop checking me out.”


I wore those jeans so much they ripped at the knees within two months. Even then, I wore them around campus, or the flat. Simon had a field day, just staring at me.

Two months later, I couldn’t even count how many pairs I had.


The t-shirts followed next. Loose-fitting, thin, most of them white. Monochrome seemed to be my colour scheme in Summer. Something told me that Simon quite liked it when I wore my white t-shirts.

There was one time, when I walked into the kitchen in Simon and Penny’s flat, and Simon bumped into me. About half a glass of water spilled down my front, soaking through my t-shirt and sticking to my skin.

“Simon!” I had exclaimed with a chuckle. He was just staring at me. My body, to be more specific. It was like he was entranced. “Babe?”

He tipped the rest of the water in his glass down my front.


It was a windy day, and that was the only reason I ever started doing this:

Man buns.

Or, top knots. Whatever. I swear they’re the same things.

It was bloody windy, anyway, and I had been out for a run (out of interest more than fitness). It was about ten minutes in when I stepped off the footpath and looked at the hair band on my wrist (I had stolen it from Penny) with instant dread. It would make me look like a twat, I was sure.

With a sigh, I gave in, and twisted all of my hair up into a tiny knot at the back of my head, and I carried on with my run.


“I like your hair,” Simon had noted one day, curling up on the opposite end of the couch to me. “It’s nice.”

To be fair, I liked wearing it like that. It was comfy and it wasn’t horrendous.

“It’s practical,” I shrugged nonchalantly, going back to my book.

Simon just smiled.


The shoes, I just liked. They were in a store; classic, all black combat boots. My heart melted. There was a moment of weakness.

I wore them everyday.


Sweatpants were the next great feat. I usually only ever wore them when I worked out or went to the park with Simon and Cherry (our dog, that Simon named, clearly), but after many afternoon naps, I made a startling realisation.

These sweatpants could be pajamas.

And that was all I wore to bed. Nothing but sweatpants. Simon loved it. Penny didn’t.


“Stop stealing my shirts,” Simon chuckled, sitting on my lap.

Simon wore plaid shirts a lot, usually as a jacket or an extra layer, but when he started to transition to hoodies and jersies, I started wearing his old plaid to school (because it smelt of him). I wore them open with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Simon told me that if I invested in ruining my vision and getting glasses, I’d complete the look. He was an idiot.

“They smell nice,” I argue, setting down my coursework and kissing Simon’s lips. “Besides, you’re not wearing them.”

He grunted in annoyance and kissed me again, playing with my hair (which, yes; was tied up). “You’re a dick.”

“You like it.”


I spent a weekend up at my family’s house in the middle of my first semester. Father was quite disappointed that I couldn’t stay for Sunday dinner (whereas I was quietly relieved). He detested my clothes and hair, never mind the tattoos. (Also, I got two tattoos; one was a rose on my forearm, and the other was the words ‘On Love’s Light Wings’ across the back of my neck.)

“Basilton, you look like a poor man,” he (ever stupidly) stated. “Please change for dinner.”

I continued tuning my violin. “See, the look I was going for was a farmer in the apocalypse,” I replied. “I figured it was time I honoured your side of the family.”

That was the other thing he didn’t like; being around Penny so much had caused me to develop a bit of an attitude. He simply spun on his heel and stormed out, and I queued the slamming door with my bow, laughing.


Then he saw the tattoos.

To be fair, I was in a hurry and forgot to put a jacket on. I had to get back on schedule to make sure I finished the assigned reading before the next day (50 pages, easy stuff), but in my haste I missed my precautions, and was caught mid-bite of toast.

Basilton, what is on you arm?!” Father shouted. The twins ran off to hide behind the door and watch, whereas Mordelia just leaned against the bench, wildly amused. So was I.

“It’s a rose,” I explained, a mouthful of toast jammed up against my cheek. “Cross-hatched, look.”

His eyes looked like they were going to burst out. “You disgusting child.”

“I’m nearly 20! Honestly, father, give me some respect.”

He looked more defeated than anything, because it was true: I was nearly 20 years old and almost fully independent. He couldn’t stop me from doing anything.

“Baz, can I see?” Mordelia chimed in.

Father looked like he was going to collapse when I bent down to give her a closer look. “Look, it’s shaded in with tiny little lines and dots,” I explained. “That’s called cross-hatching. And this one…”

I sat down on the ground facing away from her and pulled up my hair, revealing my other tattoo. Father looked about ready to be sick. “This one is a spell that I used only once,” I went on. “A long, long time ago.”

Mordelia ran her thumb the ink in awe. “Cool!” She squealed.

“Pretty wicked, right?”

Father paced around the counter island as I stood.

“Get out of my house,” he grumbled.

“With pleasure.”


“How was your weekend?” Simon asked, reading a book on the couch.

I draped my jacket over the hook on the coat-stand. “Father doesn’t like my aesthetic,” I announced through the walls, before walking in and kissing his head. “And Mordelia wants a tattoo.”

Cherry circled around my legs and nuzzled my hand for attention, and Simon sighed. “Ever the trendsetter, Pitch.”

“You like it.”

He smirked and pet our dog’s head. “I do.”

In secert

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

In secret

Warren Worthington x reader

Prompt: “Hey there BFF! Is there a way you could write a Warren imagine? Maybe where him and the reader are hiding from everyone because they act like they hate each other. Soon enough everyone finds out and they get made fun of for all of the PDA that they show?” 

Warnings: none?

You were walking down the hallway when you felt a hand grab your arm and drag you into an empty classroom. You looked at the person who grabbed you and you were happy to see that it was just your boyfriend Warren.

“What the heck Warren, Jubilee was down the hall and she might have seen us already,” you quietly yelled at him in the dimly lit room.

You and Warren have been secretly dating for weeks now and it was getting harder and harder to do so as the love for each other grew stronger. Both of you have tried to conceal your love for each other in front of friends by making it seem that both you and Warren hated each other. It was incredibly hard and even harder when you have friends that snoop on you.

“I’m sorry (y/n) it’s just I felt really bad after I called you a bitch last night in out ‘fight’ “  he said in quotation makes. You wrapped you arms around Warrens shoulder as his wings drooped to the ground.

“It’s ok Warren I know it was just for show.” Warren wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I know it’s just I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.” He said frowning a little. “Can I make it up to you.” He suddenly started to smile

“Warren you don’t need to make up for anything you did nothing wrong.” He ignored you statement and continued to tell you what he wanted to do.

“How about you meet me after school is finished,  in the way back of the school, near your favorite reading spot.” He pronounced with a smile.

“Won’t we get caught though?” You asked.

“No we won’t I haven’t ever scene Peter or Scott there ever before.” He replied happily.

You gave him a smile,”Meet you there after school then.” and you gave him a slight kiss on his soft lips and left the room for class.


“So are you going to go out with Warren or not.” Jubilee asked while you were packing up your bag with your math text books.

“What. Never, he such a jerk” you said while not making eye contact with her. Jubilee rolled her eyes and smirked.

“Than why did he grab you and pull you into that classroom in the morning.” She said as she walked next to you.

You stopped walking and tried to think of an excuse. You looked back to the classroom and you had an Idea,”You know what I forgot my pen in class. I’ll catch up with you later.” you said with a smile and you turned around from jubilee and ran into the classroom. You breathed out once you got to your previous classroom and frowned as you looked at your watch, you were going to be late.

Quickly you opened the window from the classroom and shimmed yourself through the window and landed into the bush by mistake. You pulled your head up from the bush and looked around till you saw your favorite tree. You grabbed the stuff that fell out of your bag when you toppled onto the bush and started to walk out to the tree.

Once you got there you saw Warren, you smiled and climbed up the tree to where you usually read during your free time. Warren smiled once he saw you happy smile on your face.

“It is nice up here I can see why you like this stop you can see the entire mansion from this spot.” He said as he grabbed your hands.

“Hey I got you something.” He said with a smile and he pulled out a small silver necklace with a small pendant out of his jacket pocket.

“Its beautiful Warren, thank you,” He smiled and you moved closer to his face.

“ You know I love you (y/n).”

“I love you to,” Warren moved closer so that your lips and his collided. His hand traveled up and into his hair and you kissed him again deeply. You had never thought before that you would make out in a tree in your life.

“I knew it!” Peter shouted from the bottom of the tree. You looked down and saw Peter who was accompanied by all of your friends Scott, Jean, Jubilee, Kurt, and Ororo. “I knew you guys were dating, Scott you owe me five bucks now.” scott sighed and handed him five dollars.

“Get out!” You yelled at your friends.

You jumped out of the tree and swiftly landed on your feet.”How the hell did you know?”

“Peter saw you running toward the tree and he knew you only read here in the morning” Jean explained.

You sighed, “How much did you guys see”

“Everyzthing unfortunately,”  Kurt told you while Warren flew down next to you.

“Bring on the teasing guys I would pref-” Warren suddenly grabbed you and so that you and himself went flying into the air until you landed on the other side of the mansion.

“Oh my god thank you Warren.” you said as he dropped down onto the ground.

Warren smiled,”You know he going to tease you the next time he sees you today.”

“I don’t care anymore, at least I will get to kiss you in public now.”

“That is a upside of the situation.” and Warren leaned in to kiss you again.