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Okumura Rin ★ | The lil cute Exorcist |
Happy Birthday to my lovely Minnie~ ( @okita-senpai ) ♡(*´∀`*)人(*´∀`*)♡

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Mark is happy where he is and enjoys what he likes best: rapping!

BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:

A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~


Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door, where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.

And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground, tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now, here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star sprinkled black of space.

The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”

Originally posted by snowyjin


Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.

You stop playing when you hear him enter the room, peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.

“Please continue,” he rasps.

Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.

You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music, until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps of hair away from his face. “Tired?”

He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.

“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.

As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.

When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he can be that extra bit closer to you.

With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you – flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.

Originally posted by joeguk


Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t like himself.

But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home, faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of it.

He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him – spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.

After a few moments, after a few deep breaths, he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon to like himself like you love him.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.

Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”

Jimin heaves out a sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have changed since then. He’s changed since then.

Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.

“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.

“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will you. It terrifies him.

You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and strong for the rest of my life.”

How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”

Originally posted by lonastic


Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.

“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles on your face.

“Did you like my arrangement of it?”

“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”

“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.

Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of that song until I met you.”

“What? ‘Just One Day’?”

He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”

You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we have more than one day then.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep, Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.

And pauses.

The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears, both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified. And he can’t bring himself to make a move.

That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing, wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’. On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is, puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.

“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear, “Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Just like that it’s okay again. With the two of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other. Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3,276

Request: Helloo again :) I hope it’s okay that I request something again :) . You’re Wanda’s best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you’re immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you’re friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3″

Warning: Flufffff

A/N: Requested by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains, Hope you enjoy, sweetie! sorry for taking so long!  I’m trying to get through these requests, I promise the next parts to “I’ll Wait” and “Say It” will be out soon! <3. Much love to you all! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


If you were to say so yourself, you were quite good at a lot of things. You had passed the most of your schooling years with ease; your favorite sport was also practiced with ease and most important of all, your life really wasn’t that complicated.

Walking around in the big compound, however, reminded you how horrible you were at finding your way around new places. To be fair, the compound was huge and basically a labyrinth in itself, and you inwardly cursed yourself for not having told Wanda to come pick you up by the door.

Muttering under your breath, you rounded yet another hallway. Walking slowly trying to look to the sides to determine just where the damn living room could be. How long you had been walking around, you had no idea about. Sighing deeply you came to a stop and looked out of the hallway window, the view was pretty amazing, but again, it was the Avengers compound, of course, everything would be amazing. Turning to look around again, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t even be able to find the main entrance to tell Wanda where you were. Your shoulders fell, and you were about a second from beginning to groan in frustration.

“You seem to be looking a little lost, can I offer my help?”

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mcenziehughes said:Will you please do an imagine of where you’re the new kid at Forks High School and you’re really shy and quiet and awkward but you’re really obsessed with the Civil War and you’re Jasper’s Mate?


A/N: Yes, of course, lovely! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, sweetie; and thank you for sending in your request! I apologize for how long it has taken me to get through all of my requests and get to yours. Nevertheless, please enjoy!


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Imagine: Being the new kid at Fork’s High School, and being quite awkward and quiet. Despite this you’re obsessed with the Civil War and you’re Jasper’s mate.


You bit your lip at the nauseating sea of orbs hit you as soon as you got out of your car. Your lack of socializing-know-how, made you stand out even more as you hurriedly attempted to find your way to the front office. You stared around you, perplexed and puzzled as ever.

Jasper felt your distress from across the parking lot and sent you a wave of comfort and ease. Despite his siblings strict expressions, he moved forward at an uncomfortably slow place for him.

“Pardon me, Ma’am, but you seem lost. I don’t recognize your face, so you must be new.” Jasper’s talking before he can even process what he is saying. He stands before you, tall and proud, like a soldier.

“O-oh!” you squeak, tilting your head to look up at him and you swore that you could have just died in that moment! “Yes, yes I am new. Do you know where the front office is, so I can get my timetable?” your voice stammered and stumbled across the words as a rare smile spread across Jasper’s complexion, an immediate spark flaring between the two of you: Not out of negation but out of something he was unfamiliar with.

“Certainly, this way.” his charm was flawless as he began to walk without you, stopping and turning shortly, hi stare on you warm as he urged you forward. “I don’t bite.” he chuckled, but that would be determined on whether he could control himself, which he usually could.


Jasper was silent for the majority of the journey towards the office, opening each door like a gentlemen. He allowed you to get your schedule, waiting for you outside before offering you his help once more, enjoying your company much more than he really should.

“So, what sorts of things are you interested in?” Jasper asked nonchalantly, his honey colored eyes peeking at you for but of a moment.

You.’ you wanted to say but strictly left that in your head. “I’m sort of a Civil War nerd.” you were pretty blunt, straight to the point, which made Jasper laugh, stopping and turning to you, pleasure written across his face.

“Well, here’s your first class…” he trailed off, unsure of your name.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N), I forgot, my name is Jasper.” he spoke politely. “I hope to see you around, because I’m somewhat of a Civil War nerd myself.” he simpered before he walked off, leaving your mouth agape and clueless as to what exactly had just happened.


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Girls’ Night In (reader x Avengers/Scott Lang)

Characters: reader, Wanda, Natasha, Scott Lang, Cassie Lang. 

Summary: It’s ladies night at the tower, complete with a Gilmore Girls marathon,  junk food, and friendly rivalries when a surprise visitor puts a twist on the evening’s events. (spoilers for Gilmore Girls, if you haven’t seen it yet)

Warnings: nada!! Pure fluff, ya’ll. Cavity inducing. 

Word Count: 2275 (good heavens, that was an accident)

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A/N: This is for my lovely, my darling Mariana ( @buckysberrie ) Happy Birthday, sweetie!! I really hope you enjoy this. :) Man, I dunno how this got so long but the fluff kept flowing and when I thought of the single parent parallels, well, I just couldn’t stop. Any thoughts are appreciated!! 

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“Ugh, he’s such a spoiled, Trust Fund jerk-face.”

“He is not!” Natasha protested. “He’s just…a little entitled and misunderstood. Just how I like ‘em,” the redhead smirked, returning her gaze to the tv screen.

“Seriously? Logan? The Life and Death Brigade, are you kidding me? Ridiculously lavish parties in the woods with formal wear, death-defying stunts, and games where you can’t use the letter “E” in conversation? Yeah, not at all pretentious,” you fired back sarcastically, throwing a handful of popcorn in her direction.

“Oh, right, like you haven’t used the term ‘misunderstood’ to describe a certain well-read, possibly criminal, runaway bad boy who crashes cars,” she replied, cocking an eyebrow.

You gasped in horror. “How dare you speak ill of my Jess! He was her match intellectually and in pop culture references, plus with their love for music and books, it’s no secret that they belong together. He was just immature but he grew up really well,” you smiled before biting your lip with thoughts of the older brunet bad boy, trying not to spoil it.

“Hey, now! No need to fight,” Wanda spoke up, acting as the peacemaker. “Besides, we all know Rory belongs with Dean. Obviously.”

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When I Lost You - Part IV - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

This is from Y/N’s POV. So! A lot of people seem to enjoy this heavily angsty series for some reason, and I really wanted to thank you so much for all the continuous love and support you give this writing <3

Word Count: 1765

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst

Dedicated to [and requested by]: @taeyongbelviso , I hope you’re enjoying your vacation, sweetie <3


You had finally finished the group assignment that was due your already most hated class, and you thought that this project would be a good start to boost your marks up.

All of that, and it was just the first week of senior year. This was really no joke.

Submitting it last night via email, you had gotten the first proper amount of rest since the year had started, finally feeling like you could breathe.

On the plus side, it was now a Friday, and that meant that after this one day at school, you could enjoy your well awaited weekend and do nothing as you relaxed.

The alarm went off but you had been awake for a few minutes, relishing the little time left before you had to drag yourself out of bed.

Up you got, trudging to the bathroom and refreshing yourself until you looked and felt like a human being.

You changed into more school-appropriate clothes and grabbed your backpack, heading downstairs and bidding your mother a good morning as you grabbed your lunch money off the kitchen counter and headed out the door.

You plugged your earphones in, playing a soft but upbeat song in hopes of enjoying your uplifted mood, and it seemed to be such a nice day.

It was warm out, the sun shining and a gentle breeze rustling the still-green leaves of the trees which marked the sidewalks that sandwiched the road.

A few people rode their bikes and sped ahead of you, the wind caused by the motion making you smile a little as you realized how soothing walking could be.

It was such a beautiful Friday, and the weekend was so close.

The weather was perfect, and you had no assignments due.

It was the perfect day, and you just knew that nothing could ruin it.

You walked through the main entrance to your high school, greeting a few people as you made your way to your locker.

One earbud still blasting music into your ear while the other dangled freely, you lightly hummed to yourself as you entered your locker combination to get the books you needed for your first and second period classes.

And then you saw it.

First thing in your locker, fallen over your stacked pile of books, was a paper.

Your eyebrows furrowed, a little confused as you removed the remaining earbud and paused the music.

You reached for the paper and opened it to read the contents, making sure it wasn’t visible to anybody who might have been passing by.

It was an acceptance letter from an entertainment company, congratulating Jung Yoonoh for making the cut because of his talent and song choice.

You found the name of the song in the second paragraph of the letter as they explained how emotionally well conveyed the judges had thought it had been, and your blood pressure sky-rocketted as your temper flared.

The song was yours, and the seemingly perfect day had just turned completely sour.

A million things went through your mind at once.

Like the fact that you wanted to just pull at your hair and slam your head against your locker.

Or to throw the paper into the trash. Maybe even burning it first.

Or maybe confronting him in front of the entire cafeteria and yelling at him like a crazed banshee.

Or trashing his locker and his desk in homeroom.

But then you took in a large, calming breath, and you settled for the option that you knew would make his blood boil.

How dare he? 

How dare he just slip this into your locker after a year and a half of treating you like you never existed and use the song you’d worked so hard to write for him for the audition he said he wouldn’t have?

After treating you like a nobody? After everything he had said that day in this very same hall where you now stood?

You grabbed the books you needed and shoved them into your backpack, and then you took out a black ink pen and folded the paper back into the shape you had first seen it in when you had opened your locker.

You scribbled down three little words in the most calm manner, making it painfully obvious that you had written it in the most calm and collected manner.

You knew where his locker was; everybody in this damned high school did.

So you walked there slowly, careful to make sure he didn’t see you, and you found him waiting there, anxiously leaning against it and scanning the crowd.

You already knew who he was looking out for, but you couldn’t confront him. Not just yet.

You kept your head down as you walked past him, smushed between the students in the hallway as you made your way to class, thankful you shared none of them with him this year. 

But he was looking for you.

Whenever you left a class, you could see him outside in the hallways, his frown deep-set and his eyes worried as he looked around, and you avoided him like the plague.

When lunch started, you had asked one of your friends to get you some food from the cafeteria as you headed up to spend your break on the roof.

Your friends were confused as to why you would do that, but you told them that you had had to make an important phone call when nobody was around, and that that was why you had ran ahead.

Because you couldn’t just explain what was going on. How would you?

It was midway through lunch when one of your friends brought him up, and you had to summon all the willpower you could in order not to cringe at the mention of his name.

“Did you see Jaehyun playing for the team last year? They said they were going to make him captain when training starts up in a few weeks,” he had started.

“Oh, yeah, I heard. But didn’t you hear about his reputation? A lot of people said he fooled around with a lot of girls and guys. Some of them exaggerated the events, but they were put in place immediately,” another one smirked.

“I wonder what it would be like to kiss him,” one of the people in your group said, twirling her hair.

“Hey if it’s true that he doesn’t mind being with guys, I want a go, too. You’re not the only one who wants to kiss him,” another guy shot back.

You wanted to be anywhere except here.

Of course everybody wanted a go at kissing him. How couldn’t they?

You yourself knew how hard it was to have to restrain yourself when you were around him.

Those times that you had spent holed up in your rooms together, binging on shows or playing video games or just sitting in your pillow forts while it rained outside. 

It might have only been a year and a half, but it had affected you way more than you wanted to admit.

Losing Yoonoh had almost destroyed you. Those words he had said to you when he refused your work in the hallway still burned when you recalled them. How couldn’t they?

How could your heart not break and your soul not cry over the boy you had slowly fallen in love with?

You had zoned out, and the friend seated the closest to you poked your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?”

“Hmm?” you had replied. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah, it’s just that the phone call was kind of important and I’m a little anxious about the situation, but it’ll all turn out okay,” you lied smoothly, giving a reassuring smile as you drew your attention back to your lunch.

“Hey, if anyone bothers you, we’ll kick their asses for you. You know that, right?” 

You laughed and nodded, all of them joining in and changing the topic soon afterwards.

Remembering your times with him made you miss him all over again. As if the nightmares weren’t enough to rehash the pain of that day.

You had cried so much that you’d fainted back then, and then your longing turned into bitterness once more. 

You weren’t letting him just get away with it after everything you had gone through for months on end after that confrontation between the two of you had happened.

The rest of the day went by in a daze, and you almost left school grounds before slipping back the paper he had stuffed into your locker.

He hadn’t gotten there yet, so you hurriedly slid the paper through the crack in his locker and walked away as fast as you could.

Right before the exit, you hid yourself in the corner behind one of the walls that irregularly jutted into the hallway, curiously peeking to see if he had appeared.

Your heart was beating violently, and your eyes landed on him just as he entered his combination and popped the locker open.

You could see the excitement flood his body as he must have recognized the paper, and he speedily snatched it up, finally registering the note that you had scribbled onto the back.

But you didn’t want to see his reaction. You didn’t want to know whether it pissed him off or made him yell or cry or maybe even all of those simultaneously.

You ran out before you could properly think about what was happening, your pulse thumping dangerously as you sprinted away from the very hallway that had left your heart in pieces.

You stopped when you were out of breath, a few stores down from the same ice cream shop you two used to hang out at. You still visited it at least once a week, pathetically ordering his favorite flavor every time.

You walked in and the cashier recognized you immediately, asking you if you’d like the usual.

You nodded lightly, barely listening as the only words that blared through your mind were the three that you had written and now regretted with every part of your body and soul.

Good for you.

You waited in front of the man awkwardly, paying for your ice cream and grabbing your order as you went to sit at the table in the corner to shield yourself from the world and be cocooned in your own.

The words only repeated in your head.

Your ice cream sat there melting, left untouched.

And your tears silently fell as your heart broke over the same boy yet again.

*Hints* Newt x reader

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Hii! I love your stories! I keep your notifications on so I wont miss any ❤❤❤ Do you mind writing a story where Newt keeping giving the reader huge hints about him loving her but she’s so oblivious about it so he gets mad? With a bit of angst and huge fluff 😊😊❤ Thank you!! ❤❤❤❤

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Newt admired you from his shed, watching as you carefully took care of his bowtruckles. You had been traveling alongside him for the past year as he worked on writing is soon to be done book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. You and Newt had met years ago while both attending Hogwarts and quickly became close friends. There had never been anything romantic between the two of you, but for the past few months Newt had begun to notice how he would become nervous around you or tense up at even the slightest touch from you. He found himself most days thinking about you or admiring you from afar. 

A tiny chirp came from Pickett, his bowtruckle who resided in his vest pocket, and he looked down to see the little creature looking from you to him. 

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Newt breathed. The smile on his face only widening as he continued to admire you. Pickett chirped again and Newt let out a sigh. “I wish I could tell her how I feel… But I just don’t know the words to say it. It seems like whatever I try, it won’t be enough, ya know?” Newt looked down at his little friend when an idea suddenly hit him. Perhaps he didn’t need to use words.

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bigbunnimal  asked:

Hi dear. I just saw your post about how John's trying to impress Harold with his gun skills. Would you consider writing a fluffy, smutty bit about John's guns and Harold's reactions towards them? I think that would be pretty delicious :)

Okay so I felt STUCK and unable to write, and then i opened my inbox and saw this and was like huh… yep. That would def be pretty delicious and interest. I do apologize for the lack of smut.


SUMMARY: Harold does not feel comfortable with John cleaning his guns in the library. There’s more than one reason for that.


Harold knew he had a weakness. Just one: John’s hands. More specifically, John’s hands when they caressed the barrels of the guns, sure and confident, going through the motions that were basically muscle memory by now.

Okay maybe he had two weaknesses, because he couldn’t stop staring when John pursed his lips and blew air inside the cylinder. And the focus in John’s eyes, the intensity, was yet another weakness on its own, together with the surge of illogical jealousy that accompanied it.

Alright so maybe Harold had a competence kink. It wasn’t surprising. He had never been someone who indulged in idle fancy. Everything had a purpose, and the better it served that purpose, the more valuable it was. And John, well John was competence incarnate, his every move calculated, every word important, every muscle trained to be efficient and useful.

When you come to think of it, Harold did have only one weakness after all, one thing that was sure to wreak havoc on Harold’s senses, distracting him to the point until he forgot basic codes, and making him unable to do anything but be hopelessly enchanted. And that weakness was John.

So really, he wasn’t to be blamed for staring right now, as John expertly cleaned the guns, in the middle of the library, again. Harold had told him off many, many times. And only the first few times had been because of his discomfort at having dangerous weapons so close to him. He didn’t lie… he wasn’t exactly comfortable having John do this in the library twice a week, but the reasons for that were not what John probably expected.

He resigned himself to not being able to work for the time it took John to be done with his weapon maintenance, and relaxed into his seat. If he was going to waste time, he might as well enjoy it. His eyes lingered, proprietary, at the way John’s muscles flexed and bunched, the way his movements were fluid and graceful, and he wistfully reminisced about the time when the sight of weapons filled him with dread. It surely was better than the low hum of arousal that accompanied the sight these days. If he didn’t know better, he would think John conditioned him like that on purpose, deliberately showing off how skilled he was, how adept at handling guns, boasting in his ear about his prowess and then proving it, over and over again. Harold was only human after all.

“See anything interesting, Finch?” John’s voice made Harold startle out of his day dream. He felt a blush creep up on his face and he decidedly turned his face away, not wanting to see the smirk on John’s face at being caught staring.

“Nothing Mr. Reese?”

“Hmm,” John mused, and dammit, Harold could hear the smirk even without seeing it. “That’s strange, because I could’ve bet you were appreciating the view.”

Harold looked back at him, saw the way John’s eyes were glinting with mischief and gaped. “You! You were doing this on purpose.”

John shrugged, not denying the allegation. “What can I say? I am a man of simple pleasures.”

“And pray tell, what those might be?”

“Oh, just the way your breath hitches when I do this.” John took a rag and carefully, intimately, ran it down the smooth metal, making Harold remember all the times John had caressed his skin similarly, making his breath, oh what the hell, hitch. John grinned in victory. “And the way your pupils dilate, and your hands clench futilely when I do this…”

“That’s quite enough Mr. Reese,” Harold sighed, stopping further calculated assault on his senses. “You have proved your point.”

John put down the guns then, and stood up, a predator in every sense. Harold should not find it as attractive as he did. “I like flustering you. I like knowing I am more interesting than your code, knowing that I can distract you away from it.” John stalked towards him, and Harold’s mouth ran dry, his heartrate spiking. “It’s a heady rush.”

“And still you focus on your… ammunition… instead of taking advantage of your carefully orchestrated distraction.” Harold was not going to pout, he wasn’t, but he had been bewitched by this routine far too many times to not feel cheated.

“Are you jealous of my guns, Harold?”

“No!” And he was totally pouting, against his will. He stood up as John approached, trying to balance out the height as to not feel like a prey being hunted, but it only allowed John to corner him against the desk more easily.

“You are,” John chuckled delightedly, and Harold felt his face heat up. “You are jealous of the way I handle my guns.”

“So what if I am? Is it so wrong to begrudge the way you are practically fondling and…and-molesting- your equipment.”

John smirked, and the action promised so many sinful things that Harold’s knees quivered. John bent closer, practically whispering in his ear now. “I wonder, if you’re upset because I am molesting the guns, or because I am not molesting you.”

Harold swallowed heavily, knowing that was a rhetorical question. John knew the answer to that. John’s other hand came to rest on Harold’s neck, fingers stroking, caressing, making liquid heat bloom just under Harold’s kin, pool in his stomach. He whimpered. “That’s what I thought.” John murmured, annoyingly smug.

He pulled away, despite the whine of protest that left Harold’s throat, and Harold tried to be annoyed at the way there was tease and mischief written even in the curve of John’s eyebrow, for heaven’s sake. He wished he had enough functioning brain cells to come up with a clever retort, but they had all overloaded and fried while he watched John expertly dismantle the guns, before turning his skills at dismantling Harold’s composure. The two things were more interlinked than Harold cared to admit.

“We can’t have that, can we? Don’t you think it’s about time I paid attention to my lover, properly, so he would not stop doing absurd things, like being jealous of mere weaponry?” John’s fingers were on the buttons of his waistcoat now, playing with them, and Harold really should shut up.

“You like your weaponry.” He pointed out.

“I do.” John glanced up, something bashful in his gaze peeking from behind the mischief, “but I like you more.”

Well, earnest John, Harold found out, he was utterly defenseless again. So it was entirely John’s fault that Harold muffled a moan against John’s lips at that, pulling him closer and pouring his want into the kiss John eagerly returned.

And John, excellent lover that he was, spent the next few hours showing Harold exactly how skilled he was with his hands, with his touches and strokes. How adept, at taking apart the things he cherished and putting them back together.

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mindlessnerd89 said:can you possibly do what it would be like dating Emmett list please? thank you! 💖💖


A/N: Yeah, of course, sweetie! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with: Sorry! I haven’t written one of these in quite awhile, so it may really suck. :( Sorry for taking so long to get this posted; I still have WAY too many requests in my ask box and I’m working on getting most of them done as possible. Please enjoy, lovely! 💖💖


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Dating Emmett Cullen Would Include:


- Emmett teasing you.

- Wrestling matches in which Emmett let’s you win.

- Emmett always throwing you over his shoulder.

- Emmett spanking your bottom.

- Rough sex.

- Neck biting.

- A playful relationship.

- Emmett always taking you on camping or hiking trips.

- Emmett always showing off in front of you.

- Emmett flexing his huge muscles in front of you.

- Emmett being your teddy bear.

- “What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?

- “I got bored.

- “And I need sleep.

- Emmett always trying to keep you as happy as possible.

- The two of you always being there for each other.

- Tight bear hugs.

- Emmett being so protective of you.

- The two of you getting jealous easily.

- Always clowning around.

- Emmett teaching you about sports. (If you don’t already know about them).

- Staying up late to curl up and cuddle with Emmett.

- Emmett always trying to get you to watch horror movies with him.

- Emmett loving the fact that he’s able to constantly protect you from any threat.

- “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m here.

- “But what if-

- “You think I’d let anything happen to you?

- Emmett always bringing a big grin to your face.

- “Emmett! Put me down!

- Emmett teasing you in more than one way.

- Lot’s and lot’s of PDA.

- Hot, long and lustful make out sessions.

- Your small hand fitting in his perfectly.

- Emmett hugging you from behind.

- Lot’s of horsing around.

- You teasing Emmett for being a giant.

- Arm wrestling matches, which Emmett let’s you win.

- Emmett treating you like a queen.

- Immediately being protected by the Cullen family.

- Being covered in hickeys. (Unless you’re a vampire, too).

- Emmett being gentle with you.

- Emmett winking at you.

- Jealous Emmett.

- Jealous you.

- When you cry, Emmett immediately tries pulling out jokes, but when that doesn’t work; protective Emmett comes out.

- “Who’s ass do I have to kick?

- The two of you loving each other so much that you don’t even have to say it: You’ve found other ways to express it…


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GOT7 Reaction To Hugging Their Best Friend

Oh goodness. I really enjoyed reading your Astro hugging their best friend. Could you do a similar one for GOT7? Thank you!

Here you go sweetie~ I hope you enjoy!

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Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljb

Jaebum is a shy hugger, 100%. He’s much more comfortable hugging his S/O, but he’s not cold-hearted. He’d want to hug his best friend, no doubt. I can see him hugging you if he felt like you needed it - if you were sad or cold. He’d also hug you if he was in a good mood, probably laughing and jumping. No matter the circumstance, he’d be shy about it, and would probably hide his face in his hoodie or behind his hands.

Mark

Originally posted by ceohan

Mark wouldn’t deny a hug from his best friend, but probably wouldn’t initiate hugs very often. Being an American, he might hug you when you two met up, but only if you were comfortable and had a strong friendship. If you’re a naturally huggy person, he’d probably be soft for your hugs and let you do your thing. He’d love every hug though, don’t let him fool you.

Jackson

Originally posted by suga-pills

King of hugs, Jackson Wang at your service. He’ll hug you for any reason, don’t try to deny it. He’d most definitely hug you to show off how strong he is, picking you up and spinning you around. If you walked by him, he might randomly hug you to keep you from leaving. He’d also hug you while trying to act cute and get you to dote on him, since we know this boy loves his attention. Just anticipate a lot of hugs as his best friend.

Jinyoung

Originally posted by softseong

Another one that wouldn’t mind receiving hugs, especially if he was in a good mood. If you love hugs, he might tease you for how often you hugged him, but he enjoyed it. I can see him initiating hugs when he’s sad or stressed. His hugs would be warm and comforting, probably one of the nicest hugs out of the GOT7 bunch.

Youngjae

Originally posted by mjbm

I’m not quite sure about him, honestly. I feel like Youngjae would be both a giver and receiver of hugs. His hugs would be warm and full of smiles and laughs, guaranteed. I can’t see him wanting to hug when he’s sad, but if you’re sad and want hugs he’ll be there (he’s not a sunshine for nothing).

BamBam

Originally posted by wassereis

I have a feeling that BamBam loves hugs, honestly. At first he may be a bit shy hugging his best friend, especially because he didn’t know how you’d react. But once you two were comfortable enough, he’d be the king of casual hugs. Just sitting around? Now you have BamBam’s arms around you. Cooking dinner? Suddenly a BamBam is attached to you. Don’t be fooled though, he would also use hugs to his advantage and distract you or drag you away from work.

Yugyeom

Originally posted by overdoseing-on-kpop-feels

Once he’s comfortable around you, I can see Yugyeom draping his arms around you in a similar way to BamBam. He’d love to just be near you, even if you two were simply scrolling through social media. He’d also give comforting hugs, making you feel safe with his height. If you were distressed, you can bet Yugyeom will be there with a hug ready. This boy is shyly soft for hugs.


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Shouldn’t Have Happened

Word count: 211

Pairing: Cas x Reader

A/N: This was requested by a Nonnie. I hope you enjoy sweetie. I am thinking it is set sometime around season 5.

Unbetaed - All mistakes are mine. 

You started at Cas in disbelief. You hadn’t expected him to react like this. You weren’t sure what you had expected. You knew there was a change he wasn’t going to be happy, but telling you to get rid of it. Get rid of your baby. His baby. Something that your love had created. That you had not expected.

“And what if I say no?” tears streamed down your cheeks, but Cas face stayed stoney. He didn’t reply he just stared at you and you felt something you never thought you would feel looking at your angel. Hate.

Is this how you are going to treat me? Like we’re not worth anything to you?” you hissed, letting out a scream of his name as he disappeared from the room.

What you didn’t know was that Cas hadn’t gone far. He landed outside your door, leaning forward with his hands against his knees to stop from hyperventilating. You hated him. He felt that. You had every right to. But there simply was no other way. If his brothers found out they would kill you both. At least this way you would still be alive, even if you could never look at him the same ever again. At least you would be alive.

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Do You Believe?

Original Imagine: hi! I love your writing! it’s absolutely amazing! I was wondering if I could have a one shot request where the reader gets critically injured bc Barry wasn’t fast enough to save her. super angsty and sad? thank you! @zbvbble (Sorry it took so long Sweetie! hope you enjoy, cuz it almost killed me!)

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. UH. OH MY GOD. I’M SO SORRY.

Author: Contrygal7

Originally posted by angelwings4barryallen

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If I didn’t believe in you.

The words cut deep into your head, the first thought of the day and recalling fights hurt. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard those words, though. Of course the first time wasn’t nearly as depressing.

No.

The first time it was warm. A fuzzy kinda warm that slowly seeps its way into your bones almost as if its igniting your entire body in a tantalizingly slow burn. The early morning sunshine, the whole world cascaded in a pink tint, as it fell lazily over the small bedroom in your even smaller studio apartment that you currently shared with your full time boyfriend part time superhero, Barry Allen.

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hey loves :–) a little something i’ve been working on! hope you enjoy sweeties! xoxo 

You don’t own me part 2

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Excerpt: “I need you to stay with me for a little while”, his breath was hot against your neck. His lips could possibly only be a few inches away from touching your skin. You held your breath.

Word count: 1380

Warnings: A little to nothing. No worries yet ;)

Author’s note: Lol I actually posted the seconds part without starting a new story in between! I’m getting better at this 8D I wanted to apologise for the bad summary. I really can’t.

I got so much support for this story! I’m overwhelmed! ♥  A special thanks to @viewkai, @crovalkyrie, @imbaekhyunstrash, @byunbunniess, @baekmuffin , @vicassa for your kind words and just being lovely ♥♥♥

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Switch It Up

Pairing: Sam x reader

Prompt: Body Swap

Words: 2400ish

Warnings: a little bit of smut in the beginning, like within the second paragraph, just jacking off. The rest of the fic is neutral.

A/N: This is written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s Trope Challenge. Eventhough it’s a bit late, I hope you still enjoy it, sweetie! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so don’t be to hard on me, please.


Originally posted by devoiddean


Sunlight hit your features, soft snores sounding in your ears, a warm hand splayed across your bare back. You loved waking up like this, all tangled up with Sam, warm under the covers. Slowly you opened your eyes and glanced at your boyfriend through your lashes. Taking in his relaxed features you smiled, your heart swelling with love at the sight before you. His hair was a mess, all ruffled up, his neck and chest covered in little bruises you had left the night before, his lips parted slightly.

When you tried to slip from underneath his arms, Sam pulled you back against his chest, holding you there firmly. You chuckled to yourself at his gesture, but those sounds quickly subsided when you felt something hard poking against your thigh. Biting your lip you slowly let your hand glide from his chest down towards his v-line. Your fingers slipped around his cock and you gave his member a few gentle strokes. A sigh left his lips at your touch, prompting you to continue. You tightened your grip and pumped your hand up and down, your thumb grazing over his swollen tip.

“Hmm, sweetheart,” he moaned, probably thinking he was having a really good dream. You frowned at the nickname. Sam never called you sweetheart. With a shrug you continued your movements and smirked when his eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning,” you grinned before you scooted down the bed, placing yourself between his legs, your lips merely inches from his cock. Suddenly your boyfriend’s features changed from pure bliss to utter shock.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Sam shouted, pushing your hand away from his member, scooting up the bed and covering himself up from your view with a pillow.

“Sam, what the fuck? You love it when I wake you up like that!” you retorted in disbelief as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Sam?” he frowned. “Gosh, I can’t believe you’re cheating on my brother with me,” the shaggy haired man in front of you mumbled.

“Sam, stop being so weird! It’s freaking me out and when did I cheat on Dean with you?”

“Stop calling me Sam! That’s not making what you’re doing okay! Djesus, Y/N, this is fucked up.”

“What do you mean stop calling me Sam? It’s your goddamn name!” you shrieked, anger radiating off of your form. Your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands as you tried to hold back from punching him.

“I’m Dean!”

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😊Prank Gone Wrong (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Hey I love your blog!! Could you perhaps write an imagine where Grayson pranks the reader and takes it too far so she gets upset? Thank you so much sweetie💖

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Such a cute idea and Grayson is too cute! Requests are open!

Originally posted by dolanslife

“Hey Y/N can you come in here? I need help setting up the camera!” Grayson shouts down the hall. I was currently helping Ethan edit a video for this week and Grayson wanted to start filming next week’s video.

“Go. I can finish this by myself. I’ll be in there after I finish this.” Ethan says referring to the fact all three of us were going to do the best friend tag. I walked down the hall trying to find Grayson.

“Gray? Where are you?” I hollered back as I checked the bedrooms.

“In here!” Grayson shouts which I follow his hollering into his bedroom.

“Gr–” Before I can finish my sentence I am covered in a cold, sticky substance as a bucket hits my shoulder. The room erupts with Grayson’s obnoxious laughing. I look down to see my arms and shoulders are completely soaked. I looked up at Grayson who was holding a camera filming me.

“Oh man Y/N I can’t believe you fell for that.” Grayson cackles while I look at him dumbfounded.

“Did you seriously prank me?” I asked confused as to why he did. I looked back at the wet sticky substance and then back to Grayson. “What is this?”

“That is water, soy sauce, mayonnaise, milk, and some egg yolks. A nasty concoction for the overdone bucket prank.” He says sounding proud of himself. I stare at him in complete shock. “Hey Y/N are you okay?” He asks me, but I can’t even think of words to form what I’m thinking.

“You pranked me.” I looked back to my clothes. “You actually pranked me.”

“What was that? Oh my God Y/N what happened?” Ethan chimes and looks between Grayson and I. “Did you do this?” Ethan asks Grayson as he’s pointing to me. Before Grayson could answer I pushed past Ethan to go out of the room. I hear the boys holler at me, but I walked right out the front door and walked straight to my house which was three houses down.

Thankfully nobody was home when I walked up the stairs. I stripped my clothes off and I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked extremely greasy. I could see some yolk in the ends of my hair. I could smell the bitterness of the soy sauce and I gagged at the sight of chunky mayo in my hair. I could feel a bump growing right above and behind my right ear where the bucket had striked me. I played Perfect by Selena Gomez and I stepped into the shower as I squirted shampoo directly in my hair and scrubbed my body with my peaches and cream body wash. I then felt an utter sadness come over my body. Why did Grayson prank me? Was there a reason or was it all just for the channel?” I washed the mix up of condiments out of my hair. I turned my music off and wrapped a towel around my body and wrapped one around my head to dry my hair.

“Y/N?” I recognized that voice.

“Go home Grayson!” I hollered back. “I have nothing to say to you!”

“Y/N please I’m sorry okay?” He apologizes but I just groaned. I could hear him walking up the stairs. “Can we just talk please? I feel I need to explain myself or something.” Grayson says as he stops at the top of the stairwell.

“Fine. Go to my room. Let me put some clothes on and I’ll be there in a minute.” I coldly told him which he scurried off to my room. I threw on a big gray sweater and some black leggings. I dried my hair out as much as I could before I brushed it back and slid on a headband. I walked out into my bedroom and I saw Grayson looking around my room. He was looking at my wall full of polaroids with my friends including him, E, Cam, and I. I could see a smile forming on his face.

“I can’t believe you still have these pictures.” He giggles. “These are from when we all first met and started to become friends.” He sighs peacefully. He then looks to me and pulls me into a hug. My face was smushed into his chest as he held me tightly into him. “I’m so sorry Y/N. The prank was stupid. I shouldn’t have done it. I can’t stand the thought of you crying or being upset because of me. I love you so much just–” Grayson stops blabbering and I pull away and I look up at him.

“You what?” I asked completely thrown off from what he said. His mouth just hangs open not knowing what to say. “You love me? If you love me then why did you prank me Grayson. If you like a girl you don’t prank her! What the hell Grayson?” I started feeling agitated, but was more confused.

“Because I don’t know Y/N! We’ve been friends for so long that I didn’t think you would like me! I don’t know why I do half the things I do but Y/N you drive me absolutely crazy. You’re all I think about anymore. You’re all I want Y/N.” Grayson mildly shouts and now I’m the quiet one. Before I could say anything, Grayson’s lips were on mine as he kissed me hard. I’ve liked Grayson since I could remember and now he was kissing me. Maybe this prank wasn’t just a bad thing. We both slowly stop to pull away from each other. His hands rest on both sides of my face while he rests his forehead on mine. “I’m sorry Y/N. Can you ever forgive me?” He says centimeters from my lips which his warm breath brushes against.

“Yes, only if you kiss me like that again you idiot.” He chuckles as he presses his lips back to mine as he gently pushes me against the wall.

“God you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He mumbles against my lips which makes me start to laugh.

“Same.” I said which made him laugh now.

“Do you want to go film that video now or should we just keep doing this?” He asks referring to our current situation.

“As much as I would love to continue, Ethan’s probably wondering where we are of if I killed you for coming over.” I laughed. He gives my forehead a soft kiss before lacing his fingers with mine.

“Fine. Afterwards we should continue though and maybe with a movie on in the background.” He shrugs. I chuckled at him and pressed my lips to his cheek.

“We’ll see.” I chuckled as we walked back to Gray’s house.

I did this for @koalabear73 because she’s as sweet as honey!! It’s papa bear Patton in a Winnie the Pooh onesie. Patton is such a sweetie it reminds me of koalabear73. I hope you enjoy!! @vortexart (they run the ask morality blog so I can’t not tag them lol) @pansexualroman @velocifoxy (again if you want to be tagged or just talk message me!!)