how big is the urge to give this guy a hug right now

jalapeno--business  asked:

So whenever I read trc, I'm always overwhelmed by this almost pathological desire to experience the same feelings of wonder and beauty and magic that you describe in the series. Yes, I understand that there is no sentient, magical forest to discover, and no sleeping king that I can search for, but I still have this urge to have similar feelings and experiences in my life. So how do you experience a similar kind of magic and wonder that you describe in your books, in everyday life?

Dear jalapeno–business,

Are you listening closely?

As an author, I travel a lot. At one point, I was on the road one day out of every three — planes, hotels, rental cars. There’s a rhythm to it, like running up a very long flight of stairs. You figure out how many stairs you can take in a jump, and how to breathe-in-breathe-out to keep from wasting your lungs, and you learn how to tell when you have to stop to rest your knees or you just won’t make it to the top. 

The airports and the planes and the people can all start to seem the same after awhile, if you’re looking at them wrong. If you let them. Anything in life can sound ordinary if that’s all you’re listening for.

Back in 2014, I was in a Texas airport. The night had that glittering senseless jitter to it that happens when you’re tired but going home, finally going home. I was early for my flight and sitting several gates away from my real gate, listening to music. A young man sat down two seats away. Ordinarily, tired and occupied with the peculiar every-day magic of the music in my headphones, I wouldn’t have noticed him, but a moment later, a phone rang. He asked if it was mine; it wasn’t. Someone had forgotten it on the seat between us. 

We both looked at it.

It rang again for someone who didn’t know to pick up, and then he took it away to one of the United desks for them to give it to someone who would listen. He didn’t return.

Two hours later, I went to my real gate to board. Full flight. Everyone was checking and double-checking their seat assignments as they defended their right to aisles and windows. When my seatmate settled himself next to me, I looked up, and it was the guy from the waiting area. He had a tilt to his chin that telegraphed that he thought he was hot shit and a grin that said he recognized me. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

We laughed ruefully and applied our headphones — we both knew the routine of polite air travel. But the agreeable tingle of the coincidence still ate at me, and I could tell it ate at him, too, because after a few moments, he offered me a truffle from his bag. I told him I couldn’t take it because of my allergies, but the headphones came off. We started to talk.

And he was a big talker. He was cocky. A surgical resident. He told me how he loved the hell out of taking internal organs out of people. He described how he listened to sixty-minute epic soundtracks in his ear buds while he removed appendixes and gallbladders, kidneys and stones. He told me of watching Dateline by himself at the end of seventy and eighty hour work weeks, and he told me about his Hyundai, which I made fun of. Confidentially, he whispered to me about a surgeon he knew who had the goal of removing every gallbladder in Texas. Two hours into the flight, the conversation tilted toward spirituality. He’s hot shit, he confessed, and works hard, but he sometimes wonders if he’s allowed to want to be successful, or if that makes him a bad person. Because he’s working a lot of hours in a week, and he’s tired, but he’s pretty sure that he’s hot shit, but maybe that’s not allowed.

I was watching him fumble his fingers over each other. He was scratching a hole in his own palm.

And all at once there was a phone in my head, and it was ringing just for me. 

“One of your parents has obsessive-compulsive disorder,” I told him. “Maybe both.”

The shimmering grin slipped. “How did you know? How could you know that?” 

I asked him if he was getting treatment for it.

He said, “No, no, I’m over it. How could you know that?”

Because in a foggy way, that phone was still ringing between us, and now, I recognized the number.

I said, “Don’t kill yourself.”

He replied, “No way,” and then he started to cry. 

The shit-eating grin had vanished. He told me how he’d made up his mind that he didn’t want to make it to 35. He’d researched all the ways to make sure he didn’t. Over the next hour, I told him about my OCD, and how I thought his uncertainty over wanting to be successful but also wanting to be humble was a function of his OCD’s spiritual obsession. That he wasn’t over OCD, that you never were, but that his agony didn’t have to be a real thing. He could be both humble and successful. It wasn’t against the rules of goodness to be proud of what you’d done, as long as you were doing things for the right reasons. I told him how once I bought a race car, but I’d given it away to someone who could use the money, because I realized I was only racing to look sexy in a car, and not because it was really making me happy. 

I told him he didn’t have to worry about looking sexy in a Hyundai, though, and he replied that he would look sexy in anything, and then he cried a little more. 

Everyone else in the plane was asleep, but we were wide awake.

When we got off the plane in Virginia, the surgical resident gave me an awkward side-hug, and he wiped his face. Then he dug in his bag for the wrapper from his truffle. As the other travelers shuffled past us sleepily, he pressed it into my hand. He didn’t want to give me his name, he said, but he wanted something for me to remember so that when we ran into each other again in 15 years, I’d know who he was.

After we’d parted ways, I turned my phone off airplane mode, and a text came in that had been sent while I was in the air. It was from the person I’d given the race car to. I hadn’t heard from him in nearly six months. The text said only: thank u maggie i have such a hppy life bc of u

Magic.

You have to be listening closely. Phones are ringing all over the world, and sometimes they look like magical forests, and sometimes they look like race cars, and sometimes they look like surgical residents.

urs,

Stiefvater

Manners (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Description: Jimin is your best friend’s roommate, and to say you get on each other’s nerves would be an understatement. Jimin decides it is his mission to teach you some ‘manners’.

This fic includes: Explicit smut, ‘good girl’ term, dominance games, hate love type dynamic, light spanking, ‘teaching of manners’ lmfaoo

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x You (ft Yoongi and Taehyung)

Word count: 4.5k

You lazily played a game on Yoongi’s phone, your eyes peering up every now and then to look at the TV screen, displaying a movie utterly boring to you. You let out an unintentional sigh; you were considering getting up to scour for food.

“Why are you here if you’re so bored?” Jimin asked from the other side of Yoongi, whose lap your head lay upon. You sat up to match Jimin’s glare.

“Jimin.” You heard Yoongi scold under his breath. Deciding not to waste your energy, you ignored Jimin and got up to search through their fridge. Yoongi thought you couldn’t hear him once you were in the kitchen, and you barely could, but his low and deep voice rung through the practically silent dorm “I’m so sick of you being such a dick to Y/N. Go say sorry.”

“What?” Jimin laughed. “I’m not a child.”

“Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice was so stern you got goose bumps.

“Whatever.” Jimin mumbled, his light footsteps approaching the kitchen. You quickly stuffed your head in the fridge, acting like you were very busy. When you looked up, closing the fridge door with a muffin in your hand, Jimin is leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and a subtle frown on his face. 

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you’re making yourself at home.” Jimin says, his eyes pointing at the treat in your hands. You smile tauntingly, not breaking eye contact as you take an excessively big bite.

“Thanks.” You mumble through your full mouth.

“Gosh, did no one ever teach you manners?” He asks with a serious expression.

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Epiphany.

Hi, guys! Thank you so much for being super amazing about sending in your amazing requests and the really nice messages you all have left me. I will be going through them soon and will be writing them in a random order so don’t worry if you have yet to see your request being posted! I will post them eventually so check this POST out and send those requests in!

Okay, this is actually supposed to be something short but I don’t know why it’s over 2k words (it sounded and looked so much better in my head/imagination). So I’ve put the rest under the keep reading line. Thank you so much for sending in your prompt and honestly, I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

PS: This is the only imagine that is queued, mostly because it is already super late on my side of the world so I will try to get some more done tomorrow morning and post them accordingly.

MASTERLIST


Being close friends with Peter entitles you to a lot of things – like knowing his well-kept secret: The Spider-man. Being his close friend also entitles you to sweeping in to save Peter when he bails on his lovely Aunt May when he gets called to go for a brief mission.

“You owe me big time.” You tell Peter as you park outside of his apartment. You turn the ignition off and unbuckle your seatbelt before getting out of the car. “Do you think you will be long?” You ask him, locking your car and heading towards the apartment building. Peter tells you that he does not think he would be long – maybe a good thirty minutes to an hour. “Alright, see you later, Peter; stay safe.” You remind him and Peter chuckles before you hang up the call.

Once you reach the seventh floor, you head over to their apartment room and just as you are about to knock on the door, the door opens and you step back when May steps out with a big smile on her face. “Hi, Y/N.” She presses her lips against your cheek and you give her a brief hug. “How are you?”

You smile at her. May is such a lovely person so much so, sometimes you want to smack Peter for almost always bailing on spending time with May. “I am feeling fine – a little bit swamped with assignments and the likes but nothing I can’t handle.” You inform her as May locks the door and the both of you begin to head towards the elevator, heading straight to the ground floor and in to your car.

“I am so thankful you can help me out – my car is still in the workshop.” May buckles her seatbelt once the two of you get in to your car and you shake your head. It’s not like you minded at all – coincidentally, there are a few things you need to grab too. “So how are Peter and you?” May winks at you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you begin to drive towards the nearest supermarket – which happens to be a good twenty-minute drive from the apartment.

You laugh sheepishly. “There is nothing going on between Peter and I, May.” You glance at her from the corner of your eyes. You have no idea why May think there is something going on between the two of you – you have always been Peter’s close friend and you probably will always be; you don’t even think you have seen him in that light.

May looks a little bit skeptical with your answer but she nods her head, a knowing smile on her face. May has lived long enough to recognize the looks the two of you would give each whenever you think the other is not watching. Sometimes May would want to just make the two of you have a sit down and talk about feelings but trying to push the two of you together would probably result in something completely different. So she simply minds her own business - only occasionally sticking her nose in this particular area of the business.

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Whiny Wolves

Brett Talbot x Reader x Theo Raeken


Summary: Two wolves close to you start to act strange around you and you’re soon understanding that they’re in heat and very needy after your affection

A/N: This is from a chat with @bonniebird when we talked about that heat doesn’t always need to be about sex and smut, rather needy. 

Brett Talbot Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist 


Your locker was a complete mess when you shoved your books into it after your last lesson. A squeal pass your lips when the ground suddenly disappeared beneath your feet as Theo swept you up in his embrace, squeezing your body closer onto him with a gentle hug.


“What are you doing?” you argued, kicking your legs so he’d put you down. He nuzzled his nose into your hair and you found yourself giving up with the shoving when you felt his warm nose tip against your skin.

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The King (Final)(NSFW)

Originally posted by red-hoocl

The King Chapter 1

T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff

A/N: Just a reminder the T’Challa Tuesday Headcanon Contest is going on. I’m actually kind of disappointed at the lack of entries right now. Also, yes this is the last chapter of The King! Hope you guys enjoy it! My next series will be a Sam Wilson x Reader series. I’m hoping to have the first chapter up tomorrow.


“Your highness.” You sung as you slipped into his at-home office, which was of course next door to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

“My love.” He replied, smiling at you.

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Sometimes Salty Tears End in Sweet Kisses~Raph(2014/16) x Chubby Female Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Do you think you could do a Raph x Chubby reader? Reader being insecure about her weight and being near Raph (or with him) can sometimes make her feel crappy about her body since she thinks a guy like him would much rather have a beautiful barbie doll type girl? Maybe with her having a rough past (being bullied in all of middle school and such?) Thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 817

I love writing this stuff soooo much! I’m a big girl myself, and I just love the idea of making others like myself happy through my writing!

Originally posted by alphabetbet


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Connected souls (Fili x Reader)

Originally posted by fili-raffe

A/N: Requested by anon: May I request #88 w/ Fili? […]

#88 = “After everything… I’d still choose you.”

Thank you so much for your request and I’m really sorry that it took me nearly two weeks to write it, but this one is for you and I really hope you like it.

I had planned to make this a twoshot, but I decided to not let you wait any longer.

I used Khuzdul in this, but I put the translation right behind the words in brackets, for that you guys won’t have to scroll down all the time xx. 

I hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 4282 (I don’t know what happened…)

Warnings: Lots of drama, I never thought that I’m the drama queen type of girl lmao, but I guarantee you a happy ending.

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Bnha x Mulan AU (TodoDeku) Goofy idea/fanfic I'll never write. (sorry anon. Still love you. I just watched the movie and Bakugou is now Yao to me. Hope you see this bc I accidentally deleted your ask x_x. <3)
  • *
  • Toshinori Yagi: My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one's late. But I'll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.
  • *
  • Izuku: Excuse me, where can I sign in? Ahhh, I see you have a sword. I got one too! -goes to pull out sword- I'm very manly andddd...tough! -accidentally drops sword-
  • *
  • Mineta: For instance, my eyes, can see straightttt through your armor.
  • Izuku: -slaps Mineta-
  • *
  • Aoyama: -sparkling- Look! This tattoo will protect me from harm.
  • Bakugou: Hmmm -punches guy-
  • Kaminari: -laughs- I hope you can get your money back!
  • *
  • Bakugou: -spits- What are you lookin' at?
  • Mineta: -whispering- Punch him. It's how men say hello.
  • Izuku: -punches Bakugou-
  • Kirishima: -holding a fuming Bakugou- Bakugou, you've made a friend!
  • Mineta: Good. Now slap him on the behind. They like that.
  • Izuku: -slaps Bakugou's butt-
  • Bakugou: I'm gonna hit you so hard, it'll make your ancestors dizzy.
  • Kirishima: Bakugou -picks up Bakugou- relax and chant with me. -chants, while slowly rocking Bakugou back and forth-
  • Bakugou: -growls, but eventually chants-...blurbedjal...eh, you ain't worth my time, chicken boy.
  • Mineta: CHICKEN BOY? SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU LIMP NOODLE!
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  • Todoroki: -looming over Izuku- I don't need anyone causing trouble in my camp!
  • Izuku: Sorry...-man voice- Uhh, I mean, sorry you had to see that. You know how it is when you get those, ugh, manly urges and you just have to kill something...fix things, uh, cook outdoors.
  • Todoroki: What's your name?
  • Izuku: Ahh, I,, uhh I, uhh-
  • Monoma: Your commanding officer just asked you a question!
  • Izuku: Uhh, I've got a name. Huhh a-and it's a boys name too!
  • Mineta: -whispers hiding behind Izuku- Kaminari, how about Kaminari?
  • Izuku: His name is Kaminari.
  • Todoroki: I didn't ask for his name. I asked for yours.
  • Mineta: Try, ugh, ughhh, ahh Chu!
  • Izuku: Ah Chu.
  • Todoroki: Ah Chu?
  • Mineta: Gesundheit. Hehe, I kill myself.
  • Izuku: Minetaaa
  • Todoroki: Mineta?
  • Izuku: NO!
  • Todoroki: -frustrated- Then what is it!
  • Mineta: Deku! Deku was my best friend growing up!
  • Izuku: IT'S DEKU!
  • Todoroki: Deku.
  • Mineta: Though Deku did steal my gir -gets choked by Izuku-
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  • Izuku: -arrives-
  • Kaminari: Looks like our new friend slept in this morning! Helloooo Deku, are you hungry?
  • Bakugou: Yeahhh, 'causse I owe you a knuckle sandwich -grabs Izuku with fist raised-
  • Todoroki: Soldiers! You will assemble swiftly and silently every morning. -takes off shirt-
  • Izuku: ... -secretly or not so secretly checkin' Todo out-
  • Todoroki: Anyone who acts otherwise, will answer to me.
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  • Izuku: -eyes wide in fear and hiding behind lily pad- Hi guys! I didn't know you were here! So, I'm clean and I'm gonna go. BYE BYE!
  • Kaminari: Come back hereee! I know we were jerks to you before, so let's start over! -naked and holding hand out to shake- Hiiii, I'm Kaminari!
  • Izuku: -naked and worried, shakes hand and bumps into Kirishima standing behind her-
  • Kirishima: And I'm Kirishima!
  • Izuku: -cringes- Hello Kirishimaaa.
  • Bakugou: -butt naked and standing on a rock- AND I AM BAKUGOU KATSUKI. KING OF THE ROCK. And there's nothing you girl's can do about it.
  • Izuku: -covers eyes-
  • Kaminari: Oh yeahhh! Well, I think Deku and I can take you.
  • Izuku: -still covering eyes trying to get away- I don't really want to take him anywhere.
  • Kaminari: But, Deku! We have to fight!
  • Izuku: We can just close our eyes...and swim around -Kaminari touches her forearm and gets too close-
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  • Mineta: -spits- Ohh...what a nasty flavor.
  • Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari: SNAKE~ -cue screaming at the snake in the water-
  • A moment later, Kirishima: Some king of the rock...AHH! -gets pushed off rock by Bakugou-
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  • Izuku: Boy, that was close...
  • Mineta: -brushing teeth- No, that was vile. YOU OWE ME BIG.
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  • Todoroki: -pissed and stroming off-
  • Izuku: Hey, I'll hold him and you punch, heh, heh...-Todoroki walks by without reacting- or not. -calling out to Todoorki- For what it's worth, I think you're a great captain.
  • Mineta: I saw that!
  • Izuku: -innocent and cute- What?
  • Mineta: You likeee him don't youuu?
  • Izuku: N-No, I--
  • Mineta: Yeah right, yeah sure. Look, GO TO YOUR TENT.
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  • Kaminari: Step back guys, give 'em some air.
  • Todoroki: Deku, you are the craziest man I've ever met. And for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my trust.
  • Kaminari: LET'S HEAR IT FOR DEKU! THE BRAVEST OF US ALL!
  • Bakugou: YOU'RE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN!
  • Kirishima: YES, YES, YESSS! -bumps hips with a random guy nearby-
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  • Izuku: TODOROKI-KUN!
  • Todoroki: -surprised- Izuku?
  • Izuku: The League of Villains are alive, they're in the city.
  • Todoroki: You don't belong here Deku, go home.
  • Izuku: Todoroki, I saw them. You have to believe me.
  • Todoroki: Why should I?
  • Izuku: Why else would I come back? You said you'd trust Deku. Why is Izuku any different? Keep your eyes open. I know they're here.
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  • Izuku: Okay, any questions?
  • Bakugou: Does this dress make me look fat?
  • Izuku: -slaps Bakugou-
  • Bakugou: Ow.
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  • Todorki: -awkward- Um...you...you fight good.
  • Mulan: Oh....t-thank you. -disappointed-
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  • Principal Nedzu: The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
  • Todoroki: Sir?
  • Principal Nedzu: You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty.
  • Todoroki: -goes after Midoriya-
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  • Izuku: -kneels before All Might- Father. I brought you the mask of All for One, and the crest of Principal Nedzu. They're gifts, to honor the Yagi family.
  • Toshinori Yagi: -drops everything to hug Izuku- The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter. I've missed you so.
  • Izuku: -crying- I've missed you too Papa!
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  • Todoroki: Honorable Toshinori Yagi, All Might, I--IZUKU...I..uh...uh..you forgot your helmet. Ah but well, actually it's your helmet isn't it? I mean-
  • Toshinori Yagi: -smiles with eyebrow raised-
  • Izuku: -smiling at Todoroki- Would you like to stay for dinner?
  • Recovery Girl: Would you like to stay forever?
  • Todoroki: -smiling at Izuku- Dinner would be great.
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  • Aizawa: Ohhh, all right. You can be a guardian again. -cue Mineta screaming in joy-
A Little Late

Originally posted by unchxxrted

Request: If this is ok, can I also ask about Harry Hook x Reader based on that dialogue: - I’m not acting like a good boy if you wearing this at the party - It’s a ball - Whatever - …Is that a promise? - It is - Well, then I’m definitely wearing this at the ball (I hope you don’t mind that I couldn’t include the last few quotes, I’m really sorry bout that!)
Rating: T (Borderline smut)
Warnings: Swearing and implied smut (KIDS LOOK AWAY)
A/N: This is the first SORTA suggestive fic that I’ve ever made, so I hope you guys like it! @pizzaplanethq @blog-lady-vi


Your new home, Auradon, wasn’t as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional pretentious douche, but most of the students at Auradon Prep were very nice and understanding.

Some were a little too nice and understanding to your boyfriend, Harry.

Of course, the princesses and fairies at Auradon Prep immediately took a liking to Harry, supposedly falling for the “bad boy” act. And like a smooth “bad boy” he was, he took all the attention in, smiling smugly at all his new fans. Sometimes you felt the urge to knock that smirk off his face, but then his obsessive posse of fangirls would probably hunt you down, regardless of you being his significant other.

After the Cotillion, more dances or similar types of events were scheduled. Apparently the people in Auradon get really excited about getting dressed for a night and dancing the night away. You couldn’t blame them, you fell in love with the glitz and glamour right away.

Auradon wasn’t cheap on ballroom dances, that’s for sure.

Tonight, for the second time of the week, another dance was planned by Fairy Godmother for King Ben. “You could never have enough parties!” The woman would say as she set off to organize another big-budget extravaganza.

To be honest, your feet were sore from all the dances, but the excessive amount of food lured you in. As long as there was free food involved, you were in.

Unfortunately, Harry didn’t feel the same. He was still trying to get used to all the fanciness and frivoloties of Auradon and after just one dance, he was spent.

Your boyfriend whined from the bed, groaning as you tried to make him put on a tuxedo. He absolutely despised these events. “Why can’t we just stay in bed? I’m pretty sure the loud music made me deaf.”

Rolling your eyes, you set the suit aside and gave up on trying to force him to wear it. You crossed your arms, walking away from him and hoping he’ll take the bait. “Fine… maybe I’ll just go dance with Chad instead. He surely won’t mind anyway.”

After a moment or two, Harry sighed. “I’ll get changed.”

You let out a cheer, celebrating for getting Harry to give in. You gave him a hug, excited and happy that he was going. “Thank you!”

“You’re lucky I love you.” Harry lazily grabbed the suit, heading for the bathroom to get dressed. Meanwhile, you eyed your closet. The past week, you and Evie had been scouring through fabrics and new clothes, trying to find the perfect dress. And you did.

Harry’s heart would probably stop if he saw what you were wearing to the dance.

Smirking, you grabbed the shimmery dress off the closet and started getting changed, thinking of how Harry would react if he saw it. Man, he would probably reject going to the dance altogether. But that was the best part.

Finally, as you added in the final touches to the dress and fixed your makeup, you smiled at your look. The dress accented your figure and made your eyes pop, making you look even more gorgeous than you already were. Man, you were gonna make some heads roll tonight.

“I’m not acting like a good boy if you’re wearing this at that stuffy party.” Harry spoke from the doorway, leaning against it as he took in your appearance. His eyes were obviously darkened, and there was something in his eyes that made you weak in the knees. This night wasn’t gonna last as long as you thought.

“It’s a ball, not a party.” You corrected him, swallowing the lump in your throat. You knew from the look in his eyes that he would rather not go to the ball. You were afraid to find out what he wanted to do instead, but at the same time as equally excited.

He rolled his eyes, moving closer to you and staring at you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever. Why don’t we just stay here, hm? I’m sure we could figure something else out that’s way more fun…”

You chuckled, lightly shoving him away. “I worked hard on this dress, I am not having it destroyed or ripped apart so soon. Besides, if you go to the dance, I’ll make sure we’ll do the thing you want to do right after.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It is.”

“But wouldn’t you rather do that thing now?” He trailed off, walking away as you absorbed what he was offering. It was very tempting… but the others would wonder where you were. You sighed. There were plenty other balls and dances this season… surely being a little late wouldn’t make a difference.

Needless to say, you didn’t make it to the ball.

Believe in me

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: BTS scenario challenge? this is where I determine the title, fluff or angst and the member. BUT YOU determine what happens in the story based off of how you interpret the title. sound good? READY? here’s the criteria. TITLE: Believe in me, Angst to fluff, MEMBER: Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by sugutie

With trembling hands you held your phone, walking up the same steps you had many times before. When you walked up these stairs before it was different. Before you felt this rush of excitement in your chest, you could barely wipe the smile off of your face, and you were only thinking about one thing. Jungkook, himself. The boyfriend you had loved so dearly had invited you over for something a little less than exciting. As you walked up the stairs this time you felt scared and worried about what was going to happen. You wanted to trust him in his choices but for once you wanted to be greedy and tell him he was wrong. You wanted him to push aside everything else and just hang around for one more day. One more day to tell him how much you loved him, one more day to wake up to those good morning texts, one more day to tell people he was all yours. 

But you weren’t that person. You weren’t going to tell him how hard it was going to be without him and you weren’t going to cry in front of him. You weren’t going to tell him to quit his dream or even think about begging him to change his mind. You told yourself it took a lot to do that for a person. If you were willing to do anything they ask, including break up, so they could achieve their dream then you were really in deep. 

A steady finger lingers its way to the doorbell and presses it down carefully. After a few seconds of hearing something shuffling from inside your face is met with a familiar one. 

“Hey…” Jungkook let’s out with a saddened tone.

“Hey.”

You gave a smile despite the situation and it seemed to have caught him off guard. He took your hand to bring you into the house, taking you to his room. As he shut the door behind you, you sat down on the desk chair next to you. 

“Y/N-…Damn this sucks…”

You look up at him promptly. “It’s okay, kookie. I already know the gist.”

He sits down on his bed, looking down at his lap. You can tell this was bothering him, bad. 

“The company just thinks it would be best if I debuted without a girlfriend. The whole devotion to the fans sort of thing. But I promise, right now, that when we make it big i’m going to find you and make this work again.”

“Do you want to promise that though? Who knows how long that could take. Wouldn’t it just be easier on you to just let go? This whole thing means the world to you and you know that i’m not going to be the one to get in the way.”

Jungkook sighs. “I know, I know. I just need you to believe in me. It’ll take time but I’ll find you again. We agreed on no contact until then and I’m not going to ask you to wait for me if you find someone else but I’m telling you that for me I don’t think there is going to be anyone else.”

“Jungkook you don’t know that.”

He looked away from as if he was not going to fight with you about it. His foot was tapping on the hard wood flooring.

“I just wish I could do this without leaving you behind..” He mumbled. 

You opened your mouth to argue the benefits of it but he surprised you with the tears welling up in his eyes. You were suddenly frozen since you’d never seen him cry in front of you before. The overwhelming urge to cry was back but you tried not to make it worse than it already was. You stood up from the chair, sitting next to him. You reached over and hugged him close to you. Your hands gently stroking the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, not knowing what else to say as comfort. 

He sits back to look at your face, with your arms still around him. 

“Yeah. Me too…” 

You lean up to give him a kiss but he stops you.

“As much as I want you to, please don’t. It’ll only make it worse.”

You give him a nod and stand up from the bed.

“So this is it, huh?”

Jungkook manages a nod back. “For now.”

You smile at him one more time. “Yeah, For now.”

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3 years later

It seemed almost like yesterday when you thought about that day. You could still remember the look on his face and the heavy mood of the room itself. Sometimes you wondered what it could have been like if you didn’t just walk away but you have to tell yourself you did the right thing. The group he ended up debuting in seemed more than successful for about a year now but you still hadn’t heard a word from him. It was strange to you on why you even started to think about this. 

Maybe it was the hot weather that reminded you of the summers you spent together or maybe walking in the city reminded you of how you ran into him for the first time. You had just come to Korea and had no idea how to get to the apartment you had previously purchased. You stopped the person who seemed the nicest and even though you Korean wasn’t the best back then he walked you all the ways there. He always was the sweetest person you knew even when he pulled those dumb pranks or got competitive over the little stuff. To be honest, you loved those things about him. He’d pretend to act bratty or get on your nerves but when it came down to it he was caring. A bit strange sometimes but definitely caring. 

“Excuse me, I’m a little bit lost. Do you think you can help me?” Someone asked in English from beside you.

You glance up from your phone. “Huh? Oh sure. Where do you need to go?”

The brown haired man explained in detailed a near by cafe that you had remember going to before. You tried to explain to him that it was just down the road but he insisted that you showed him. As you politely agree you can’t help but think he must be really afraid of becoming lost. If he was foreign then you could definitely relate to the feeling of not wanting to get lost in a different country.

As you two approached the cafe he stops in front of it.

“Is it okay if I buy you a cup of coffee as a thank you?” He asks.

You look at your phone to check the time.

“Uh sure. I still have another hour to spare.”

The man smiles. “Good.”

He guides you into the cafe and walks you over to a table. You assume it’s because he wants you to sit down while he gets the coffee but when you see Jungkook sitting at the table in front of you, you cover your mouth in shock. He must have asked the guy to do it as a favor.

Jungkook gives you a smile this time, bunny teeth and all.

“Hey Y/N. Have you been okay?”

under-wraps — peter parker

this is the sequel to frustrating; read that before this!

prompt: though you and peter are trying desperately to keep your romantic feelings for each other under wraps, one hectic night might bring them up to the surface

warnings: language, fluff, and again super long! plus there was a HUGE tag list for this and it got so big so i decided not to do one 

notes: this took so so long i’m so sorry i love you all please forgive me, thank you so so much for the incredible amount of notes that frustrating got only after one day, that’s amazing! this is supposed to mirror some of the things from frustrating so if it sounds familiar, it’s on purpose!! hope you enjoy 


Peter doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous. Albeit, he’s somehow always nervous considering he’s Peter Parker and that’s part of who he is–but something’s different this time. And it has to do with you. It always has to do with you. He could’ve kissed you last night, he could’ve ruined everything, and he knows that at this rate, his feelings for you aren’t going to fade. He can’t do this to your friendship, he can’t make things awkward, even if Ned practically tells him everyday to go for it!

He just can’t do it. He may have been Spider-Man, but he’s still a fifteen year old kid; he’s still him. And he wouldn’t know what he would do to himself if he messed up everything.

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Naive: Part 1

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the intro, I wrote this and a few other “chapters” up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story😭💛

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. The stirrings of sexual tension. The big stuffs coming next time though you guys I promise lol

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

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Sweet, like Candy.

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Summary: Reader is a stripper who takes no shit and is trying to make an easy buck, Frank is a good looking and broody murderer on the run. You do the math. 

Inspired by the request from @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories:

“Hey! I’m here for Frank Castle. 😁 could you do an imagine where you are trying to tease him/flirt and he’s trying to stay his normal grumpy but can’t help but smiling and giving witty flirts back?”

Warnings: stripper!reader, strong swearing, slight fluff, sexual content, quite a big age gap between the reader and Frank


“Hey asshole!” 

*yn* turned around on her make up chair (ok it was actually an empty beer crate but a girl can pretend) to see Adrienne storming angrily towards her.

“Addy nice to see you, your nose job looks good.” *yn* complimented before turning back to the cracked mirror to keep applying her mascara. “How’d you afford it? You finally give some sugar to your sugar daddy?” 

“Cut the shit, slut. You totally stole my shift! You know I work Friday nights.” Adrienne snapped, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she stared daggers at the back of *yn*’s head.

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A Lesson in Love (Jealousy)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,304

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this one is for my love, @ourpeachskies

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this and for being my friend.

Originally posted by youaremysunshinemydear

“So, what do you think?”

You look away from the bright laptop screen, the loud clamor of the dining hall hitting you full force now that you’ve left the world created by T’Challa’s story. He’s looking at you, waiting with bated breath for your response. “I think that you’re gonna get an ‘A’ for this story and if you don’t, I’ll talk to Hill for you.”

His expression lights up, eyes flickering between you and his laptop. “Really?”

You cover T’Challa’s hand with yours, offering him a smile. It’s easy to understand his need for a little extra reassurance. As you’ve come to learn, thanks to your Creative Writing class, having someone else look over your work and comment on it is nerve-wracking. What can take hours for you to write only takes a few minutes to be torn down by whoever’s reading it.

“Really,” you confirm, giving his hand a small squeeze. “And I’m not just saying that because you paid for this meal.”

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Good Girl CH 9: Fight With Daddy

“Apparently we need to set rules for everyone,” Suho groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. I sit on the chair that was moved from the corner to the center of the living room so I could see everyone easier. Sehun is pouting on the far edge of the couch, his hyungs glare at him. Suho is standing next to me, his hand resting on the back of my chair, trying to be the adult one and handle the situation properly. “Sehun, you can not just molest our little Joo like that.”

“I didn’t molest her!” Sehun snaps back. “We walked in on Xiumin hyung basically dry humping her but I get in trouble for smelling her.”

“You had her whole stomach showing by the time we walked in there,” Baekhyun says.

“You guys are just over reacting, it’s not like I did it against her will.”

“Is this true?” Suho looks down at me.

I just nod, but that is not a good enough answer.

“Use your words little one,” Kitty warns.

“I let him,” I mumble.

“See!” Sehun jumps up to his feet triumphantly.

“Still sit your ass down,” Kris stands up and glowers down at the younger. “I’m with Suho on this actually.”

Lay nods, “If we don’t, anyone could do anything to her and just get her to say it was okay.”

“But it’s impossible to set rules for this situation because what are we going to say, no one can be alone with her? We have to ask everyone else for permission? No touching her? Do you guys really think that is going to work?” Kai suddenly appears to be the voice of reason.

“I’m a big girl you guys,” I say surprisingly strong, “If anyone tries something I don’t want to do, I can tell them to stop.”

Suho smiles down softly at me, he places his hand on my cheek, “Oh baby girl we know you are tough enough to say that but we don’t know if they will stop.”

I frown, “I know you guys are having this conversation to make me safe but this isn’t making me feel that way at all.” I stand up, all of them tense at the motion, “Can you talk about this without me? I just started to really like you guys and I don’t want to have to look at you and wonder which of you is the one who can’t control himself enough to listen when I say stop. Can I please just wait somewhere else?”

“We didn’t mean to scare you love, it just that this is a conversation we need to have to make it clear to everyone that we just want to protect you,” Suho places both his hands on my shoulders to sit me back down but I don’t let him.

“Oppa please just let me wait someplace else.”

He sighs, “Fine you can wait in your room.”

I hesitate for a minute, not sure I heard him right, ‘”My room? I have my own room?”

“God dammit Suho,” Kris groans as he throws a pillow at Suho. The others copy Kris and begin whining and throwing things at him.

“She was going to find out at some point,” Suho tries to defend himself.

“But after she slept in all of our rooms!” Kai pouts.

“So you guys weren’t going to tell me?” I say in disbelief.

“At some point,” Lay answers, feeling a little ashamed, “We just wanted to spend sometime with you one on one and stuff.”

I take a deep breath, feeling annoyed and kind of embarrassed how I didn’t even question the idea of sleeping with them. “It’s my fault for not asking for my own room.”

“So you aren’t mad?”

“No,” I say, “I’m happy I was able to spend time with you guys but I really just want to go to my room now, please?”

“I’ll take you,” Kitty offers standing up.  I don’t question it, I just nod and allow the man to lead me out of the living room. We walk in silence threw out the house, I just stare at the floor, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. I don’t even notice when he stops at a door, prompting me to run into is back.

“Sorry oppa,” I apologize quietly. He turns around and stares down at me.

“I’m sorry we scared you,” He says just as quiet, his hand reaches up and rests on my cheek. I can see him let out a small sigh of relief when I don’t move away from him, happy that I’m not afraid to have him touch me.

“I’m not scared, at least not really, I’m just confused. Can we talk about this later?”

He reluctantly nods and takes his hand away to open the white door with golden accents. As the door swings in, he steps back and allows me to go in first. I step forward and peek curiously into the room.

“Woah!” I can’t help but grin and rush into the beautiful room. The walls are gray but it is anything but boring with pink everywhere. There is a massive king sized bed with a thick white comforter on it and small pale pink affgane at the foot. A crazy amount of different sized and colored pillows fill the top 1/3 of the bed, almost hiding the beautiful white carved headboard. There is another pill of much bigger pillows in the corner of the room with a canopy hanging over it like a little tent. Other little things are scattered through out the room, though it is weirdly kind of childish with all the pink and stuffed animals., I absolutely love it. “Oppa! This is so cool” I love it!” I turn back around to see Kitty smiling at me like I never have before, it seemed happier. I bouncer over to him and give him a big hug, very happy about my new room.

“I’m happy you like it, the others will be over the moon that you love it too,” He kisses the top of my head, still smiling.

“I should go thank them,” I think out loud.

“It’s okay, you can thank them later,” He waves the idea away. “You should spend some time in your room, get use to it, play with some stuff. We will come get you when we are done talking okay?”

I nod.

“Good girl. There is a bathroom threw that door and a walk in closet in the other, your luggage is in there. I’ll be back in a little bit,” He kisses me on the lips this time, just a sweet soft peck but I find myself blushing.

Again I nod as he leaves, closing the door behind him. When he is gone I turn back to my room, grinning like an idiot and run to my new bed, throwing myself on it. I’m not at all disappointed by the softness of the bed. A large white bear catches my attention from behind some of the pillows. I dig it out, finding out it’s about half my size and amazingly soft and fluffy, the urge to snuggle with it is too much for me, making me forget about changing. Instead I burrow under the warm covers and curl myself around the bear, completely content with life at that moment. That is until I start thinking about the group of boys arguing in the living room about who can and cannot touch me. Thinking about it only makes me curl tighter around my bear.

My irritation grows the more I think about this whole situation, annoyed with Jihyo for making me go, annoyed with my alarms for leading me out the back and for not going off around the boys, making me question everything. I’m annoyed with the boys for having a conversation like that in front of me. I’m annoyed with myself for just sitting her and taking it, I could have not come back, ran away before the guys came back for me. I annoyed that I’m not that upset for having to leave my family, at them for not making me feel like I should want to go home but instead I’m happy to be anywhere but there.

I talk myself in circles about how I should be afraid but being afraid would make them angry but not being afraid of them could make me ask stupid questions or get me in bad situations. I get a headache, tired of thinking so much, so I decided to go to take a little nap.

A knock on my door wakes me up, though I don’t move from my tightly curled ball. They knock once again before just opening the door. I can’t really tell how many there are but from the amount of foot steps and hushing I’m just guessing all of them. Their foot steps cover the room for a minute, becoming faster and more frantic until someone sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the blanket down to show my face. I blink my eyes, not use to the sudden light, and look to my left to see Luhan staring at me with wide deer like eyes.

“Hi lulu oppa,” I mumble threw my sleepiness, thanking myself silently for not wearing makeup today as I rub my eyes. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

“Oh no, it’s okay little lamb,” He says softly, brushing the hair out of my face.

“You’ve had a busy day, it’s good to take naps,” Kris sits on my other side.

“Did you guys figure out the rules?” I wonder as the other boys huddle around my massive bed, Baekhyun, Chen, Kai, and Sehun manage to fit on the bottom on my bed while the others stand around the edge. Kitty, being his normal self climbs on the bed and lies down next to me, not that really mind.

“We did and we also figured out some rules for you,” Suho answers as he sits in front of Baekhyun.

“For me?” I echo.

“Yes baby girl, you. Since you will be staying here you will have to obey the rules we came up with for your own safety.”

I just nod.

“First, no roaming around the house, you can go to your room or the kitchen alone but that is it. If you need to go anywhere else we will walk with you. You are not allowed in our rooms without permission. You are not allowed off this property without one of us or on rare occasions with permission.”

Luhan continues the list, “You are not allowed to open the door for anyone other than us or our dongseangs. No friends over unless we are all home and they are only allowed in the living room, kitchen, dining room, and your room. When it comes to your phone, you are only allowed to answer it if it’s a family member.” I find myself raising my hand to speak as I am in class. Luhan cracks a smile, “Do you have a question?”

“What about Jihyo?”

He frowns at that, “Is that really necessary?”

Though I know I’m not in the place to really fight back I only ask for one thing, “If I have to choose between answering my family’s calls or Jihyo’s I want to pick her. So please.”

He groans and looks to the others for help, Lay comes forward and rests a hand on my stretched out legs that are still under the blanket. “You have us now kitten, we will be the best friends you can imagine, plus you will see Jihyo at school, do you really need to talk to her the small time we have with you?” He gives me his charming smile that falters after a second when I don’t return it.

“Jihyo is my best friend. She has been there for me threw most of my life, I am not dropping her for you guys. I will follow all of your rules without question, I will live the rest of my life in this house but I’m not going to ignore Jihyo when she calls or texts, just because I can see her for three hours at school.” I deadpan.

“Little one don’t you think you are being to protective over that girl,” Kitty sits up with me and rubs my back soothingly, “She seems like she can handle herself and it didn’t seem to matter to her that I’m with you. Do you really want a friend like that?”

I shrug his hand away, “Do you have any other rules?” I look to Suho, completely strait faced. He stares at me, taken back by the coldness in my voice, in fact they all are. When no one says anything I lay back down ant burrow myself back into my pillows. “Please leave me alone if you have nothing more to say.”

“You can’t just ignore us baby girl,” Kai almost growls, his anger barely able to hide in his voice.

“Just because you don’t agree with our rules, doesn’t mean you can throw a fit,” Baekhyun scolds, tapping on my foot to get my attention.

“I’m not the type to argue, especially when things are not in my favor but I’m not going to agree to that rule.” I snap as I sit back up to glare at them. “She is the one person in my life that you can not take away without a fight.”

“We aren’t going to take her away,” Chen tries to reassure me, giving his pretty smile but I don’t trust it.

“You just want me to spend less time with her, and I wouldn’t be upset if it was just me not being able to answer her calls but according to your rules I can’t see her out of school at all either. We can barely talk in school because of class so all we have is lunch, an hour a day with someone I’m used to spending weeks upon weeks with. So oppas please, please this is all I ask. Just let me call her and text her.” I crawl our from under my covers to rest on my knees, begging.

“Sweetheart,” Kris snaps this time, “drop it, your are making us hate this girl more and more.”

“She takes all of your attention at school,” Sehun whines.

Chanyeol joins in on the complaining, “She wouldn’t even let you look our way in the halls.”

“You are luck Suho hyung even gave you classes with her,” Tao pipes in bitterly.

“It’s still early,” Kai says with a cocky smirk, “He could still change it so you don’t see her at all.”

I’m boiling mad but I can’t let it show, I’m not in a situation where I can let my emotions fuck this up any more then they already have. Instead I take a deep breath, open my eyes just right, doing my best to appear cute and innocent, and pout my full lips at the group of guys. They are taken back when I look at all of them with such a cute expression in such a serious fight, most of their frustration leaves their face. “Daddies,” I coo in the cutest voice I could do, “Pretty please, let me talk to Jihyo. I promise to be a very good girl!” My hands go to my cheeks, though ageyo is not something I enjoy doing, I am damn good at it, not to mention they seem to have positive reaction to me when I act childish.

“What was that baby?” Luhan questions, afraid he heard me wrong.

“I said, Daddies pretty please can I talk to Jihyo? I promise to be a super good girl!” I say louder, making sure they all heard me and from the way they all flip just like Kyungsoo had done earlier, I know that they have.

“Baby,” Kitty warns next to me, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, “This is not what I thought you would be using that word for.”

“But daddy Xiumin I really want to talk to her. I mean it won’t be very long when it happens and after, you guys can have all my attention.”

His whole body tenses at the use of his real name, his hands clench the sheets as he forces himself to move away from me. I look to the others who have the same lustful look in their eyes, even innocent little Sehun is staring at me like he wants to eat me up. Everyone just stares at me, and I begin to nibble on my lip nervously, wondering if this will work or if I got myself in an even worse situation.

“Baby, I already told not to do that, you give your daddies bad thoughts and you sitting there in your school uniform isn’t helping.” Kitty is off the bed, unable to stay that close to me and not jump me.

“Maybe she should take it off,” I surprised for these words to come out of Luhan’s mouth.

“Luhan,” Kitty growls from where is crouched by the wall, trying to calm down without much luck.

“We were all thinking it, she just looks so cute, I just want to eat her up,” Lay joins in on the very sexual teasing.

Before this spirals I lean forward and grab Suho’s hands, doing what I’ve done before but this time it feels so much more kinky, “Daddy Suho, can I please answer my phone when she calls?”

A low growl vibrate from his chest as his eyes scan me, “Baby, why are you doing this to Daddy?”

Seeing that it might be working I pull him closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before wrapping mine around his neck, “Because I’m a very good girl who needs one thing from you.”

“And if I give it to you, what do I get in return?”

“What do you want?”

A conflict goes on in his eyes as he debates on whether or not he should say what he is thinking. His hands tighten on my hips, “You come to school early with my for the rest of the week and spend some private time in my office with me.”

“Okay Daddy,” I grin at my victory but only for a moment before Suho pushes me down on the bed.

“Now that it’s done everyone get out. We all need to go calm down, especially you Xiumin hyung,” Suho decides as he tries to shake his daddy side off.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a pout, “Are you mad?”

Suho sighs, “Yes and no baby girl. I’m mad at you for getting us so riled up without a good outlet. And I’m mad at myself for being so easy to wrap around your pretty little fingers. Just stay in here for the rest of the night, someone will bring you dinner, so do your homework call Jihyo and go to bed.” He says as he follows the rest of the boys out, not so much as a kiss or a look from any of them.

The door slams shut and I’m left alone in this room.

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I don’t know what time it is. I lost my phone in the living room during my thing with Kitty and with no windows or permission to leave I’m stuck. Someone had brought me food a little bit ago but I don’t know what time they eat dinner so my guess in probably after 19:00 or something but from how tired I am I feel like it must be later. I climb out of bed and go into my closet, though I tired to explore it earlier I was too over whelmed to even go fully in the over sized room. All four walls are covered in stuff, one wall dedicated to shoes, stockings, and other accessories, never in my life would I where half of them but they are pretty to look at.

I look threw a little bit more before find a shelf with a different type of clothes hanging on it. Yes, on other shelves there are cute girly dresses and slight risqué outfits but these are definitely different. Much more lacy and more like something a little girl would wear but in my size. Though they aren’t something I would normally wear I find them adorable, I actually pick out one of the sets of pajamas and decide to wear it to bed.

Time to shower, I take off my school uniform and jump into the burning hot water. Though there is a beautiful bath tub and even bubbles and other bath things there, I’m far to tired to do something like that tonight. When I’m done I’m annoyed that I have to brush my long curly hair, something I’ve hated doing since I was a child so I just decide to forget about. In my new set of silk light pink pajamas I’m actually excited to go to bed, hopefully, tomorrow will be better then today.

But that excitement doesn’t last long after I fall asleep. I wake up, however long, later feeling anxious, sitting up in bed I stare into the darkness. Around, the room is deafeningly quiet making my ears ring and my heart start to race. This isn’t something I’m use to, the silence, the pitch black, and the strange loneliness I feel in my new big bed. I feel cold even under my covers. I try to get myself to fall back asleep the longer I lay here the more unnerved by the silence I become. Soon I can’t take it, my mind yells at me to get up and get out and I can’t deny it anymore. Against my better judgment I race out of my room into the hall with the wall of windows, that shows the beautiful night. But even with my sight being returned to me I still feel that terrified feeling in the back of my mind and I begin moving again down the hall. Trying to be quiet but fast and not sure where I’m really going.

All I know right now is that I don’t want to be alone in that bed, in that room, in my life. Never in my life have I been able to run up to someone and ask them to hold me because I was lonely or scared but once I see a familiar shadow down the hall I find myself running toward him and he opens his arms to me.

“Daddy!” I cry as I wrap myself around him, happy to finally see one of them after what happened earlier.

“Oh baby girl,” he coos as he begins to rock me back and forth, “What is wrong my baby?”

“Daddy, I’m so scared, I don’t want to be alone,” I cry as I tuck my face in his neck.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy has you, you can come sleep with me, okay?” He whispers soothingly into my ear.

I nod, “Thank you daddy.”

Giving a hand pt.4 [BTS Smut]

Originally posted by jjks

MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS // NEXT

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COUNT → 5155

GENRE → Smut

PAIRING → You and BTS

SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.



The day arrived.

You could pretend you weren’t nervous, but who were you kidding at the end of the day? Truth was you were terrified, but in a good way. You weren’t scared of Taehyung, but of how would you react alone with him. So far you failed miserably at your work because you’ve never lose on yourself with your past clients, but Jin and Hoseok made you forget you were working. And you were more than sure that Taehyung could do the same as well.

You needed to keep it professional. Use your lube, speak just if necessary, have him came and be done with that. Nothing of getting aroused, or worse, act on it, during or after the session. You were hired to do a job, and that was what you were going to do. You repeated the same thing over and over during the morning.

It was easier said than done. You were a completely mess during the whole day, because you couldn’t tear the image of Taehyung alone with you from your thoughts. You had Stigma on repeat, and his deep voice only reminded you of how he sounded yesterday when he had you pinned against the wall. You fantasied about the idea of taking him to the bathroom.

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Imagine Chris fulfilling his promise.

A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.

Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.

“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”

“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”

“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.

“Was it fun working with this guy here?”

“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.

“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”

“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”

“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”

“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”

“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”

“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”

“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”

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Shopping in the Guys Section

A Guide to Masculine Apparel

Hey, it’s mod Jay again! This past weekend I went shopping, looking exclusively for men’s clothing (rather than glancing at the men’s stuff then taking shelter on the women’s side lol). That in itself was an experience, so I thought I’d share a few tips for shopping in the men’s section, what to look for in terms of masculinizing your wardrobe, and some store and website recommendations. Buckle up, cause this is a long one :P 

First. As nerve-racking as it may be, no one will care that you are looking in the men’s section. Women and afab people shop in the men’s section all the time for many reasons—They could be shopping for a partner or a family member. They could simply prefer the style and fit of men’s clothes better. Cashiers and workers will not care if you are in the men’s section or buying men’s clothes. This is not to say it still can’t be nerve-inducing (I was still pretty anxious the entire time, despite passing relatively well as male),  and felt like everyone was staring at me and wondering what I was doing. Just remember, people generally do not care what strangers are doing unless you are somehow making a dramatic scene lol. If shopping in the men’s section is something you really want to do, do not let the fear and anxiety stop you from doing it. It can help to bring a friend or family member who is willing to help you. They can give you solidarity, tell you what looks good on you, and help you shop without feeling like you’re alone and singled out. 

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Philophobia

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He asks you out multiple times but you say no and eventually tell him why

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Woo Wonjae x Reader - A/F


Why can’t people take no for an answer? Why do they need to keep on asking until they receive the answer they are looking for? It’s annoying and a waste of time, you groaned to yourself when Wonjae, the one guy you were trying to avoid, asked you out on a date - again.

You didn’t hate him, he was this kind person with a cute smile but you just wanted to be friends with him and nothing more. However, Wonjae didn’t understand and couldn’t take no for an answer; no matter how many times you said the word.

He was stubborn, but so were you.

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