hm i'm not even sure if i like how this turned out

worst behavior || nursey + jack


He doesn’t answer him, typing away at his keyboard in a way that’s visibly agitated, or at least irritable. What are normally soft, smooth clicks against the mac’s surface are now harsh, broken-sounding; each near-slam of his slim fingers makes a sharp clack in the quiet of the haus’ living room.

“Nursey,” Jack says again.

The continued silence makes it clear that he’s being ignored. Inwardly, he sighs.

“Twenty-eight, your captain is talking to you. Answer, now.”

At this, the typing stops. Nurse looks up at him, slowly, and his face is so uncomfortably nondescript and blank that Jack cringes a little inside of himself.

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the air was warm and almost crackling with a kind of hazy electricity as alec sat with magnus on the balcony, his arm around the warlock’s shoulders and his chest slightly pressed against his back. his fingers grasped the cool wine glass lazily and the taste of wine on his tongue was a kind of comfort in and of itself, a relaxing and almost quiet detail. alec looked up at the stars winking almost mischievously above him, twinkling unusually bright tonight in contrast to the city below them. his father had once told him when he was a child of four, a chubby thing with rosy cheeks and contagious laughter that was so rare nowadays, to wish on a star. alec could almost feel robert’s arms around him now, holding him up as a tinier version of himself held onto one of his lapels, gazing up at the night sky. “look! a shooting star!” robert had commented in that bright, cheery tone parents use with their children. “make a wish!” and alec had looked up at the sky, brows furrowed and lips puckered as if he had just eaten something extremely sour. “what did you wish for, my boy?” robert asked and alec shook his head. “a secret, daddy.” alec replied and put his finger to his lips and shushed him and robert and laughed and tickled alec, causing the boy to squeal and giggle just as jovially as his father.

 robert had been and has always been the more affectionate of the two parents. that’s not saying much, but alec smiled a little fondly at the memory. he wasn’t one to wish or believe in miracles. wishing on stars or on birthday candles seemed tedious; alec now let max and jace and izzy blow out his birthday candles because he found the act so pointless. 

he could not deny, however, the the man curled up at his side, swirling the wine glass in his hand around and watching the red liquid spin, his head against his shoulder and his hair tickling alec’s skin, is a miracle, possibly the miracle of miracles.

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Fall For You | Drabble 01

Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.

Word Count: 3.188

Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

 Mood music: X

A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!

Midnight is Jungkook’s favorite time of night.

It’s his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook’s night is either just getting started, or he’s falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He’s either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he’s lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.

In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there’s some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun’s rising in the sky. Jungkook isn’t a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing’s house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook’s hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.

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Steve and Tony looked at each other and tried not to smile at the sound of a frantic Wade yelling for his boyfriend.

Ugh. Wade. Peter could do so much better. Peter is an honor student, he’s top of his class, he has a bright future full of opportunity, and he’s Tony’s son, dammit. And Tony doesn’t want his beautiful, perfect child in a relationship with a mercenary. Is that so wrong? Wouldn’t Peter rather date someone with more potential? A doctor maybe? No matter, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. As of now, Tony is just going to watch as his brilliant plan folds out.

Steve answers the door and narrowly misses getting punched in the face by Wade’s aggressive knocking.

“Oh, hi, Wade, it’s nice to see you today,” Steve feigned innocence, “Peter is in his room. Can I get you a snack or something to drink?”

“I’m good, Mr. Captain. Thanks.”, Wade grumbled as he walked past Steve and straight into Peter’s room, slamming the door behind him.

Steve and Tony froze and looked at each other in anticipation then scrambled to press an ear to Peter’s door when they heard muffled yelling.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, baby!”, Peter yelled back, sounding confused and exasperated.

“Oh, don’t ‘baby’ me! You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about! HASHTAG SINGLE?!?! THAT’S how you’re gonna break up with me?!”

“Wade, I haven’t even posted in, like, a week. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”




Steve and Tony ran across the room and tried to look like they’ve been busy in the kitchen this whole time as Wade stormed out of Peter’s room and out of the tower. They decided to wait a few minutes before checking on Peter. So far, everything has gone according to plan and Tony is very happy about it.

After about 5 minutes, Steve gently knocked on Peter’s door,

“Hey hun, can I come in?”

Steve opened the door upon hearing Peter’s automatic lock slide open and found him curled up on the bed, furiously wiping his eyes. Steve smiled sympathetically and sat down on the edge of the bed,

“Hey, big guy. What happened?”

Peter tried not to cry as he rehashed the conversation he had with Wade while Steve pretended he wasn’t listening at the door and heard every word.

“I just don’t understand,” Peter said tearfully, “I never posted that picture. That picture isn’t even of me, that’s not even our bathroom! But Wade wouldn’t listen so now the love of my life hates me.”

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”, Steve chuckled and Peter couldn’t help but crack a half smile at his dad. Steve tried his best to cheer Peter up, but he couldn’t shake the guilt he was feeling. Peter wouldn’t need cheering up if it wasn’t for him. Sure, Wade is a jackass but he’s Peter’s jackass. If Wade makes Peter happy, who is he to keep them apart? He’s gotta talk to Tony about this, Steve can’t stand lying to his son.

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“Absolutely not.”

“But Tony-“

“Steve. Honey. If we tell Peter then we’re the bad guys. Peter will never trust us again! Let him be sad for now, he’ll bounce back soon enough and it’s like it never happened. It’s for his own good.”

Steve sighed thoughtfully as Tony continued tinkering with whatever the heck he was working on at the moment.

“Look, Tony, I know how much you dislike-“

“I hate him.”

“…I know you have strong feelings towards Wade, but I can’t live with myself after what we did to Peter!”

“Wait. What?”, Steve flinched when he heard Peter behind him.

Tony shut his eyes tight and cursed under his breath before dropping his tools and turning around to face his son.

“What did you do to Peter?”, Peter asked, narrowing his eyes at his parents.

“Nobody did anything to Peter. Go to your room.”, Tony snapped.

Peter turned his attention to Steve, “Pops, what did you guys do?”

“Steve, don’t do it. Be strong.”, Tony murmured.

But contrary to popular belief, Steve was not strong. At least when it came to Peter, that is. His son could give him that look with the puppy dog eyes that say “I trusted you and you betrayed me” and it’s all over. Any willpower Steve has will just vanish.

“We. Um. We sort of… shopped? For your photo?”

“Photoshop, Steve.”, Tony said as he rubbed his temples. He loves his husband and son but man, could they give him a headache.

“Yes, photoshopped. We photoshopped your face to another person’s body. Well, Tony did. And then we… hacked?”

“Yes, Steve.”

“We ‘hacked’ into your account and posted the picture for Wade to see. Well, Tony did. And we made sure the words under the picture would make Wade mad so he you guys would get in a fight… Well, Tony did.”

“Steve. We get the picture, dammit.”

Peter looked at his feet and took a second to process this. His own parents were trying to sabotage his relationship?

“Why? Why would you guys do that?”, he asked.

“We’re really sorry sweetheart”, Steve placed a hand on the side of Peter’s face, “We thought it was for the best. I think now we see that we were wrong, don’t we Tony?”

“Hm? Oh. Uh… yeah. Totally wrong. Won’t try this again anytime soon.”

“You mean that, Dad?”, Peter asked Tony.


Peter smirked. He had his Dad in a box right now and they both knew it. He might as well take advantage of this opportunity and embarrass him.

“Then would you mind calling Wade for me and explaining all of this to him? I’d like my boyfriend back.”

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Forgive Me. [JHope/Hoseok; Angst]

“If I could see you again I, I want to show you everything I have. My heart that’s beating to hold you tight, I want to convey it all to you, I, for real for real, until you hold this sincerity in your embrace once again.” - J-Hope

[From “Hug Me” Taehyung & J-hope version; Trans cr; @BTS0222]

The sequel to “Hug Me”. [Please read that first.] 

Summary: How can one gain forgiveness from someone who is no longer in a position to give it? How can one be forgiven if they refuse to forgive themselves? How can one move forward to the future… if the past was so much better?  

Hoseok x Reader/ Hoseok x his daughter; Angst

A/N: So this is the REAL thing that I was writing during my plane ride >.< since it was safe to write with public eyes around lol I’m sorry for the April Fool’s joke, but anyways, here is the angst that no one asked for. :) 

Originally posted by hobiga

         Hoseok was never the same again after the death of his wife. No longer did his smile radiate like the sun, no longer did his laughter ring infectiously. Days after his wife’s death, he locked himself inside his house with his daughter, tormented by the questions of her young mind.

           "Where’s mommy?“ she constantly asked.

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7. Chocolate // Nurseydex

« {Part 7 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: Written in part for Nursey Week. I used prompt 1, “Mistake”. Slight nsfw themes in this one.

“Oh, shit.”

Dex heard Nursey swear from the kitchen, sighed, and shut his laptop. This couldn’t be good.

“You okay?” Dex called, getting up from the green couch. “You didn’t drop the cookies or something, did you?”

He walked into the kitchen and saw Nursey, standing next to the counter, holding a burst piping bag and absolutely covered in chocolate icing. He looked a little stunned. Dex couldn’t help but laugh. Of all the many mistakes Nursey had made since Dex had known him, this one definitely ranked up in Dex’s top five favorites.

“What did you do?” Dex snickered. “It’s in your hair, how the fuck did you even get it there?”

“Uh,” Nursey said. He put down the broken bag. “I guess—I guess I just squeezed the bag too hard.”

The icing was on Nursey’s face, his hands, his neck, and his arms, but most of it had made its way onto his shirt. “You should probably deal with that,” Dex suggested. He pointed at Nursey’s chest. “You know, before it stains.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nursey said. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

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I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown.
Catch me, heal me, lift me back up to the sun—
I choose to live.


Dean digs what ice they have out of the freezer and fills up the cooler, but he makes Sam carry it up the stairs. He figures that’s a fair trade, since he’s the one with the head injury.

“Wuss,” Sam says, and Dean shrugs. He’s not afraid to milk it if he has to.

It’s a chilly night, but there are no clouds and the moon’s a slim shard and they’re miles away from anything, so the sky is full of stars. The Impala’s a slab of gleaming dark, a dozen feet from the stairs, and Dean hitches himself up onto the hood. He kind of wishes he’d put on a warmer jacket. “What are you waiting for, Droopy,” he says. Sam sighs, a little louder than maybe he needed to, and Dean grins. There’s the sound of the cooler lid and sloshing ice—and then Sam flicks ice water into Dean’s face, like a little—

“Bitch!” Dean says, scrubbing at the flinching cold of it, and gets an icy-wet can dropped on his belly for his trouble.

“It’s what you get, jerk,” Sam says, and then he settles himself down right at Dean’s side, big and warm and right where he belongs, so Dean restrains himself to only elbowing him in the side once.

It’s quiet, out here. Dean tips his head back, ignores the throb from his busted-open temple and just—takes it in. The sky’s so… big. Been too long, since they did this, but Mildred had it right. They’ve been rolling hard enough, long enough, that sometimes he forgets the point of why they do it at all. Sunsets were never really his thing, though. Sam shifts, pressed up against him, and takes a long swallow of beer. Dean closes his eyes, breathes in. Cold as it is, there’s no real smell of anything, the world still and unobtrusive all around them, so all he can catch is Sam. He leans in a little closer, and Sam’s solid, takes his weight without moving an inch.

“You remember that time outside Vicksburg?” he says. Sam goes hm, almost inaudible. “After we got into the barfight with those rednecks?”

Sam snorts. “Oh, you mean the time you got in the barfight with those rednecks, and I had to light that guy’s truck on fire so we could get away?”

Dean grins. “Good times,” he says, and Sam sighs, but Dean would bet that he’s smiling, too. That was in the year after Dad died, and things weren’t really good, not at all. The world seemed like it was getting darker, all the time, and destiny seemed to be crawling closer no matter what Dean tried. That night, it didn’t matter. He and Sammy were on the same page again, after so long, standing back to back and fighting, and it was—all that Dean wanted, right then. That’s never changed. Not really.

“All that’s ever mattered,” he says, testing out the words in his mouth again. Beside him, Sam takes a long, audible breath.

He’s afraid of the Darkness. Afraid actually doesn’t even begin to cut it, but there’s no word that really encompasses how he feels when he’s around her. Blank, and still. Every worry, every fear, just—drops away, subsumed under the massive weight of her eyes on him. It’s a horror. He hasn’t told Sam, yet. He’s not sure he knows how to say it. Maybe it’s a vulnerability, something the banshee could exploit, and maybe it’s something that will come back to bite them in the ass, but there’s nothing he can do about that, right now. Right now he has this.

Sam makes a little, surprised noise when Dean kisses him, but he opens up right away, lets Dean lick into where he’s warm and tastes like beer. It’s been a little while, with Sam so jittery after the cage, but it’s still familiar, good and slow and comfortable. Sam slides a hand up his chest, palms over the side of his neck and rubs firm over the tender spot below Dean’s ear, so that Dean shivers, abrupt and hard, and he can feel it when Sam smiles against his mouth.

“Shut up,” Dean says, and Sam says quiet back, “Didn’t say anything,” and then shivers too when Dean tugs at his hair in retaliation. Dean kisses him again, for his trouble, and then they sit there for a few moments, shoulders pressed warm together.

After Vicksburg. They’d found an empty field, after the wild drive away and Dean almost crashing because he was laughing too hard, and they’d parked out and had a few beers and the sky had been full of stars. The laughing had died down, after a while, and they’d just looked up into all that night. Weird, the way some days just feel bigger than they ought to. How a single moment can echo down through the memory, solid as steel. Dean remembers that night in clear detail, but what he remembers clearest is this: looking over at Sam where they sat on the hood of the car, just like this, adrenaline still running bright enough that nothing hurt, and thinking, this is it.

Sam taps Dean’s thigh with two knuckles. “Hey,” he says. Dean hums. “Talking with Eileen last night, I realized. I never told you something.”

“What’s that,” Dean says.

“I could never do this without you,” Sam says, and Dean tears his eyes away from the stars to find Sam looking right at him, close and there. Sam’s mouth curls up on one side and he shrugs. “Not just hunting, you know. It’s—everything. My whole life, you’ve been there, and I just…” He shakes his head, looks down.

Dean knows. Follow your heart, Mildred had said, and okay, maybe that’s some pretty cheesy advice, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth following. He reaches out and squeezes Sam’s forearm through his jacket. “What’d I say,” he says. His voice is a lot rougher than he thought it’d be, but he doubts Sam’ll get him for it.

Sam huffs, and when he looks up he’s got his teeth in his lip. He reaches out and slides his fingers along Dean’s jaw, and Dean catches his hand, presses a kiss into the palm of it, hard enough that he can feel Sam’s bones. “All that’s ever mattered,” Sam repeats, after a few seconds, and Dean shrugs, and holds onto Sam’s hand, and looks into his eyes.

They’ll go inside, after a while. It’ll be warm. They’ll both be sore, a little, from the fight, but no worse than after any other fight, and so it’ll be easy to turn into each other, to go to bed and stretch out and take their time. They’ve got time. It’s almost a miracle, that that’s still true.

“Inside?” Sam asks, like he was reading Dean’s mind. His fingers curl against Dean’s grip.

Dean gives Sam his hand back. He fishes two more beers out of the cooler at their feet and holds one out to Sam. After a brief pause, Sam smiles, small, and takes it, and Dean settles right back against his side, props one foot on the cooler and pops the tab on his beer. “Let’s sit out for a little longer,” Dean says.

Sam cracks his beer and knocks it against Dean’s with a dull clink. “Deal,” he says, and they take a drink together.

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Daddy Duties

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Y/N (Reader)
Genre: Family / Romance
Count: 2,083
Warning: Fluff
Rating: G
Requested: By @thessamd and also a few other anons who wanted Simon D fluff! Sorry for the long wait! I hope you all enjoy it :)
P.S. I’ve always wanted to call Simon daddy ;) ayeee

Originally posted by yooneroos

“Kisa, come on, baby,” Simon urged as gently as he could in his gravely voice. His one and half year old daughter was currently trying to rip off a leaf on the plant in the lobby of the AOMG building. When she didn’t budge, he took her tiny fingers in his grasp and lead her down the hall, smiling when the front desk girls cooed at her.

His dark eyes trailed after the little tyke when she unlatched herself from his hands to run down the hall and into an open elevator. Her curly hair was tied in two messy pony-tails, obviously done by none other than himself, and bounced just as she did when the door closed behind him. Her Jordans matched his, as well as their coordinated outfits, which was just light denim jeans and black long sleeves since it was nearing fall. She was babbling in her baby language but when the doors slid open, she was sprinting once again.

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kevystel  asked:

FIC PROMPTS I'M SO EXCITED could you maybe write a little something about how yuuri feels about everyday-yuuri-anxiety and normal-person-butterflies-around-crush-anxiety and how he deals with Viktor Feelings

Ahhh, I’m so glad you mentioned this, because I have been turning this over in my head since your post! (Because really, anything involving anxiety and excruciating mutual pining is going to be my jam.)

This got a bit longer than I expected so tossing in a cut - I hope you enjoyyy:

“You should go,” Yuuri says.

Victor doesn’t so much as look up from the Japanese textbook spread across his lap. “Hm?”

“Your yukata will go to waste,” Yuuri says. It’s a really nice yukata. Red, with silver dragonflies. It would be a crime to deprive the community of Victor Nikiforov in that yukata.

“Didn’t you say there would be more festivals?” Victor frowns as he traces the practice sentence. “Besides, I’m learning causative verbs.”

 So it’s a stalemate. Again. They’re good at those.

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A Third Party (Masamune X MC X Yukimura)

They insist so vehemently that they hate each other, but when your Lord Masamune and his famed Sanada rival collide, a fiery spar turns a different kind of heated, with you caught in the crossfire…

WARNING: Kind of NSFW-ish(not fully smut but maybe I’ll write it someday) and OOC a little bit I guess

Also, tagging @thedaydreamingotaku, sorry if my writing’s disappointing lol but I hope you like it^^

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not like that

A/N Finally! I’ve finally gotten something written and posted. Not a request, but I hope you guys enjoy it! (: I’m sorry in advance.

Summary: You accidentally confess to Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“I love you.”

It hung in the air between the two of you, as everything around you seemed to quiet to complete silence. You were looking wide-eyed into Peter’s surprised expression. Your fingers itched to cover your mouth, pretend you hadn’t just blurted that out while Peter sat at your desk, doing his homework.

“Uh, I l-love you, too,” Peter said nervously, chuckling awkwardly. His hand tapped his pencil against the desk and his leg was shaking.

You decided to own up to it and sat up on your bed, facing him completely, You knew your face was red, but you didn’t care.

“No, I mean,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair while your heart pounded quickly in your chest. “I mean that I’m in love with you.”

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MAGI 342 Full Spoiler Translation

UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) . I pharaprased one or two things because of kanjis i didn’t know, but here it is ^^ i’ll try to check that later just to be sure :D

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Netabare’s texts ^^

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Inside The dungeon “Zepar”

Text in white:

Sinbad’s recollections. What is there… is it hope? or is it possibly despair?

Sinbad: Aladdin, it seems like I can talk with you.

Aladdin: Uncle, with what purpose are you doing this kind of thing? If you wanted to talk, we also could have done it on earth

TN: He’s referring to their world

Aladdin: Uncle wanted to have a trial of strenght with us, didn’t you?

Aladdin: Uncle’s purpose is proving that he’s worthy of being the only god of the world.

Sinbad: I see.


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Requested be @jeonasskook : Jikook fucking to Rainsim. 

((Khris…I’m sorry it’s headcanon-y!!! I didn’t want this to turn into a song fic lol. I hope I didn’t disappoint you!! Also I’m writing this at 3am so I’m really sorry if it’s not my best work!! >.< Anyway, enjoy!!!)) 

- It’s two in the morning when Jimin gets a call from Jungkook. His boyfriend has been at the dance studio since early afternoon, only taking breaks when Jimin forces him to. By midnight, Jungkook pushes him out of the door and reassures him that he’ll be home an hour later. Jimin passes out the second his head hits his pillow. The next time that he checks his phone, woken up by his boyfriend’s call, Jungkook has been at the studio one more hour than he promised he would leave. 

“H-Hyung…” Jungkook’s tone makes Jimin sit up in his bed. He sounds worn out. 

“Baby, it’s two in the morning. Why aren’t you home?” Jimin yawns softly. 

“Could you…could you come over? I think I finally got the steps right, and I wanna show you,” Jungkook claims. 

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BTS Reaction to you being a bad cook.

A/N: I wanted to do one of these was unsure of what or who to do it on. LOL I really hope it hasn’t been done before. I don’t want to seem like I’m taking anyone’s creativity o.o


I can see him not caring about your bad cooking. Honestly he would laugh but not in the ‘making fun of you’ way but in the ‘My wife is so adorable’ way. He’d then smile flashing those to die for dimples and hug you saying, “It’s okay jagiya! I’m no good at it either! Let’s just order some take out hm?”

Originally posted by taetaehyungs


LOL I can see him making a face as he took the first bite out of “dinner” but then shrugging it off and continuing to eat. Eventually looking at your worried face saying, “Jagiya, you know your cooking is awful? But I’m a believer that everything gets better with time.”

Originally posted by yoonmin


10/10 can imagine him making a face at you. Then going over to you and grabbing your hands. Making sure to smile, “Jagiya maybe I should do the cooking from now on because the only thing that should be this burnt is my burning love for you.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo


This cutie would eat it with the biggest smile because he’s just so happy to see you putting in that effort to cook for him. He would look at you afterwards and hug you. Kissing the top of your head, “Look at my jagiya making me food, I love you so much!”

Originally posted by sunshine-hobi


I can picture him poking at his food and trying to hide a smile. Then trying the food eventually swallowing and looking at you with the most innocence in his eyes eventually giving you a shy smile. Looking awkward and confused on how to tell you in the nicest way. “Jagiya, my beautiful Jagiya, we can try cooking together in the future.”

Originally posted by jmins


Like Hoseok I can imagine this boy just being extremely happy at your attempt of cooking for him. He would most definitely eat it all and make sure to wash away your worries. “My jagiya is most definitely the best at everything!”

Originally posted by jitonic


This boy I can imagine eating all of his food because he can literally eat anything. He honestly probably won’t even notice the taste too much except that he wants to do something for you too. He’d smile at you, “Jagiya, let’s take turns cooking! I want to cook for you too!”

Originally posted by jeonify

A/N: I really hope it’s not similar to anyone’s or anything! But anyways enjoy. I had fun doing this. It’s really cute to imagine and I would like to do more! LOL n.n

Coming Out - Part 1: Eleven

Coming out is hard. Coming out to the people you love when you are uncertain of their response is harder. This is the story of Will Byers coming out to the people he loves most, told in three seperate parts. 

TW: homophobia, homophobic slurs

(Thank you @upsidedownwaffle for this amazing prompt!!! Everyone check them out!)

(Part 2: The Boys)

(Part 3: Family)

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Birthday Wishes (m)

Word Count: 6,309

Warning: Taehyung Smut

“Fucking great.”

You throw the card you’d been reading down onto the round metal table before you, glancing over it once more. The picture on the front is that of a city, the name written in italic in the top right corner. She hadn’t even tried to personalize the picture for you, nor the letter that is nothing more than a bad excuse.

“Do you want another cup o’ coffee?”

You raise your head up to the server, and answer his question with a nod accompanied by a bitter smile. “Yeah.”

He looks at you with a square smile, then takes your empty cup.

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Bad News (Jacob Frye X Reader)

Hi lovelies,

I’ve got another one for you here. Took me a few weeks to complete this. And I’m sorry in advance for the not so good ending and for another Pub going. Please do not think I see Jacob as an alcoholic, this just happened to be another Fanfiction with such an ending.
I still have a few fictions left in my ac:syndicate folder. But you can also give me some ideas, if you feel like it. I wouldn’t mind. All it could take is time due to work and other things coming inbetween.

And yes, I also have NSFW works scattering around, but I’m still not confident enough to get them out when I still have trouble with Fictions like this one. lol

Anyway, thank you so much for following and liking my stories. It may not look enough to others, but for me it means a lot. Enjoy this piece (I really like the first half of this, but the second half is ugh, I dunno, just not right in my eyes). And yes, I know I repeat myself with every story I upload. I just want my Followers to know, that each and everyone is appreciated.

I just received 250 Followers, this is so awesome. You are awesome!

Title: Bad News
Summary: Jacob receives bad news about his sister.
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader
Warnings: None
Words: 1.678

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Summary: He was always so confident…until he saw you.
Word Count: 1k
Characters: Daeil (24K) x Reader (Y/N)
Genre: Romance / Comedy
Warnings: Slight swearing
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This goes out to all my WOC who love Kim Daeil as much as I do.

Originally posted by justiceforafterschool

A thin hand placed on his shoulders, startling the poor boy from his intense staring to look up at the amused face of Cory’s girlfriend. “Someone’s looking extra sexually frustrated tonight, hm?” She joked, settling her place next to her boyfriend and giving their oldest a kiss on his cheek in greeting.

Kisu laughed as he placed down his half empty glass, although the sound was lost in the loud club music, “Daeil’s been eye fucking the girl for the past hour we’ve been here!”

The blond turned to glare at his smirking friend before sighing, “How am I supposed to talk to her, geniuses?”

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(1. This is almost a week late and I’m ?? so sorry 2. This went in a much less funny and much more angsty/fluffy direction than I had anticipated I’m so so sorry……and without further ado “bro…that’s so…not cool…” + holsom for @checkplease-insanity !!)

Ransom rubs his eyes and check his phone for the time. 3:47. He sighs loudly, dramatically, even though he knows there’s no one home to appreciate his theatrics. He’s been working on a paper for his molecular biology class and he thinks, with full honesty, that he’s ready to die. He doesn’t care if graduation is a month away, he can feel death at his heels and he feels strangely at ease as he imagines his paper swallow him whole.

“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it.” Ransom jumps as he hears the front door slam and Holster’s voice float up the stairs. “Mom–mom, fuck.” There’s a thud that Ransom recognizes as Holster’s gym bag and then the strangely light patter of his footsteps up the stairs. “You can’t do that!” Ransom watches, frozen, as Holster stalks into the attic, a scowl on his face, cheeks redder than he had ever seen them, with his phone jammed tight against his ear. A moment later, Holster’s eyes slip closed, his eyebrows knitting together. “Fine,” he says quietly, firmly, into his phone and hangs up angrily, throwing it onto his bed. He collapses next to it.

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Q&A with Gray
  • You and Gray have been together for nearly 3 years and today you decide to do a short Q&A video with him. You enlisted Hep to help you with the video. You asked Gray to send out a tweet so that fans can send in the questions.
  • Hep: Okay, you guys ready? I'll ask the questions and you two just answer them. Don't hold back anything haha. Also, can you two make a quick introduction or something?
  • You & Gray: Okay.
  • You: Gray, you do it.
  • Gray: Fine. Ok. Hi everyone, I'm Gray from AOMG and today I'm here with my girlfriend, [Y/N].
  • Gray looks at you because he isn't sure what to say next.
  • You: Hi everyone. So yeah, today Gray and I will be answering a few questions for you guys.
  • Hep: First question. Where did you two go on your first date?
  • Gray looks at you and you can tell he wants you to answer this one
  • You: Well um Gray took me this fancy Italian restaurant. He didn't tell me we were going to a fancy restaurant so I wore jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. I was so under dressed. It was embarrassing. I thought we were going to have a picnic under the stars or something so that's why I dressed like that.
  • Gray: It was suppose to be a surprise. It wouldn't be if I told you where we were going. And what made you think we were going on a picnic?
  • You: I-I don't know, I thought you liked picnics. Or you could have said, 'hey babe, I'm not going to tell you where we are going but it'll be some place fancy".
  • Gray: I do like picnics. Ok, the next date will be a picnic so you can't blame if you're not dressed for the occasion.
  • Hep: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Gray: Uh we met at a night market. She walked into me and nearly knocked her plate of food all over me.
  • You: Keyword: nearly.
  • Gray: You say that every time. So yeah, my first thoughts was I wouldn't be angry or mad if she had spilled her food on me because then I have the excuse of asking her out to dinner. You know, to make up for ruining my shirt.
  • Gray looked at you and it was your turn.
  • You: My first thought was who the hell is not walking with their eyes open. I had to wait in line for such a long time for the food and I nearly dropped it because of him. But you know, I'm glad he asked me out even though I didn't spill any food on him.
  • Hep: You guys are too cute. Ok next question, what is the most romantic thing your partner has done?
  • You: The most romantic thing..Hm well for our last anniversary Gray was on tour and he actually ordered flowers to be delivered to our apartment. We were Facetiming when the door bell rang and the delivery guy was holding this huge bouquet of flowers. Also, he told me to look in his drawers and there was this USB and on the USB there were 2 songs. Both written, produced and sang by him. It was so cute.
  • Hep: Are we going to release those songs, Gray?
  • Gray: Probably not. Those songs are for our ears only sorry.
  • Hep: Well that sucks. Your fans will be so disappointed.
  • Gray: I love how [Y/N] sends me random texts during the day. It could be jokes, memes, photos of things she wants to buy and wants my opinion. But no matter what I say she still buys it.
  • Hep: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits?
  • You: His selfies!! He ALWAYS has to take a selfie that shows his left side profile. He would always tell me to switch sides with him when we are taking photos together. Like babe, you look fine either side.
  • Gray: Whatever. I don't complain about your habit of just throwing your shoes at the doorway. She never put them on the shoe stand so I'm always tripping over her shoes and heels when I'm at the door. I bought the shoe stand for a reason, [Y/N].
  • Hep: What is your ideal date night?
  • Gray: Our ideal date night is dressing up all nice and going to a nice restaurant.
  • You: After dinner we would probably go to the movies or just stroll around the streets.
  • Hep: Nice. Okay, so we are now up to the last two questions and these are kinda R rated.
  • Gray: Omg, are you serious. Can we just stop here. Cut! Cut! Cut!
  • You: Yeah, how R rated are these questions?
  • Hep: Nothing too over board. Ok are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Gray: [Y/N] can take this one. I don't want to answer it.
  • You: Oh what?! That's not fair. Umm to be honest, we both don't have any fantasies or kinks.
  • Hep: LIES!
  • You: You caught me! Gray likes to be a character from a certain movie. If you know what I mean.
  • Gray: Wth. Stop lying, [Y/N].
  • Hep: Omg. 50 shades of Gray haha
  • You: I'm just kidding guys. He hates that reference. Sorry Gray.
  • Hep: Alright. Last question. Do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories?
  • You: Wanna take this one, Gray? Since I answered the last question.
  • Gray: Umm heh. Well. You know...Umm.
  • Hep: C'mon Gray. Spill.
  • Gray: Well there was the one time when we were both in Taiwan, I think. We came back from clubbing and we were in the elevator. Um you know, things got hot then the next thing you know the elevator doors open. Outside stood this elderly couple. It was so embarrassing.
  • You: I was more embarrassed than you. Your hands were all the way up my dress so my leg was freaking exposed.
  • Hep: Omg, what did you two do after?
  • You: We got out even though it wasn't our level and ran.
  • Hep: Well that concludes the Q&A. Last words?
  • You: Thanks for sending us questions and we had a very fun time answering them.
  • Gray: Yeah it was fun. Except for that one fantasy question. I don't have a Christian Grey kink. Just wanted to clarify that. But yeah, thank you for sending the questions. Peace!
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