i finally caught up and it only took me a week and like 8 hours of sleep

Halfway (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You and Lin are extremely domestic, but not dating. Lin asks you to move in with him anyways.
Low-key inspired by this quote:
“Date someone who meets you halfway. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barely even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.”

Word Count: 1,203

Warnings: Cheesy ending? Mentions of jazz? I’m not sure. 

A/N: Hi! I’m back at it again. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever get a single note on any of my writing, so the fact that I did get notes just has me over the moon. I might have a few fics already planned out because I have a free weekend and zero chill?

Side note: If you don’t know who Miles Davis is and have the time you should watch the movie Miles Ahead. Guy was wack.
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“Cariña,” Lin softly called out to you, drawing your attention away from your notebook. You looked up to see him offering you a glass of water and you were suddenly aware of how dry your throat was. You had spent a considerable amount of time with your only form of communication being the words you were scrawling across the pages of your notebook. You dropped your pen into the pages and set it aside, flexing your hand before accepting the glass with a grateful smile.

“Thank you, love.” you cooed back, taking a large drink. You set it on the edge of his desk that was only a few feet away from the window seat you were currently sitting in. He sat at his desk, flipping open his laptop, the screen illuminating his face in a way that the diminishing sunlight had ceased to do hours ago. This was your usual spot, Lin working away at his desk while you sat in the window overlooking New York. Your eyes had been drawn back to the pages causing you to miss the way Lin looked up at you, admiring the curve of your lips and the glint of your eyes as your mind seemed to pick right back up where your pen had previously stopped. There was a time when you had used to move straight out of his line of vision the moment he sat down at his desk, much to his dismay. It took a couple of weeks until Lin finally got the nerve to tell you to stay where you were and it had been your designated space ever since.

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Fresh Start - Part 7

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Iris West.

Words: 1646

Warnings: none

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian@gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms  @kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire

Request: none

Notes: thanks for the waiting!  Here you go another part and I’m currently writing the 8th so it should be up this week as well!

Originally posted by curiosityquills

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 8  /  PART 9


You stayed at Star City the rest of the week, until Thea was finally sent home. Then it was time for you to go back to Central City before you got into trouble for missing too many classes. Goodbyes were hard once again, you knew you were going to miss them but you also knew they were going to be close to you.

Barry’s calls weren’t so insistent anymore. He still tried to reach you by calling or sending a text, but it looked like he was finally getting your message. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see him ever again, but you felt so humiliated and hurt that, at least for now, you didn’t want to see him or hear from him. On the other side of the story, Barry was still desperate to talk to you but now he knew you weren’t going to be pick up the phone.

“Dude, you can’t just show up at college” Cisco told him.

“Why not?” Barry asked.

“Stalker” Cisco replied.

“It worked the first time!” Barry exclaimed.

“Obviously she’s hurt, Barry” Caitlin said. “If you just show up wherever she is…it’s not going to change it. She probably needs some time” she shrugged.

“She had the whole week” Barry sighed.

“Maybe she needs more” the doctor shrugged.

“She’s right” Irish said walking in. “Remember the time before I knew you were The Flash? All those time you disappeared?” Barry nodded. “It doesn’t feel good, Bar, not even a bit. I remember I felt abandoned and even lonely. Imagine how she must have felt taking into account she’s new in town and you’re probably the first person she has met” she explained.

That was the first time Barry really thought about how you might feel. The whole time he had been too selfish and too obsessed with earning your forgiveness that he had completely forgotten about your own feelings. He had been such a jerk.

It was already dark when you finally walked into your apartment. You were completely exhausted from the journey and the last few days and all you wanted to do was sleeping. But you were also hungry. The eternal battle: sleep or eat? Which one was better? Which one was more important? You had the solution: milk and cereals in bed.

When you were finally settled in your bed and you had eaten your cereals, you finally took your phone and started listening to all Barry’s messaged and reading his texts. They were all the same: he was so sorry, he regret leaving you alone, he knew he had let you down. But it was the last one you found on your voicemail, from that day, the one that caught you attention:

“Hey (Y/N), it’s Barry, again. I wanted to say once again that I’m sorry and I understand that you’re mad at me. I cannot even imagine how you felt when I…left you there. Take all the time you need. Just please, call me someday. Bye”

After hearing that message you felt the impulse to call him to talk but you knew it wasn’t the best idea. You still needed some time to figure out if you really wanted to give him another chance. You connected your phone to the charger and turned off the lights before lying down. It didn’t take you much before you finally fell asleep.

Since you had gone to bed so early you were up an hour before planned. So you decided to go to Jitters and have a proper breakfast before driving to college, praying you didn’t have much to catch up on. You took a quick shower and got dressed, you took all you would need for college, along with your keys, wallet and phone, and left the apartment. On your way to the car you sent both Thea and Oliver and good morning text, letting them know you were alright. Then, you finally headed towards the coffee shop.

You were surprised when you got there since you expected it to be more crowded but, luckily, it wasn’t. You ordered an orange juice, a coffee and a muffin before taking a seat next to the wall. You took out your laptop and went to your degree site to see what they had been up to during the days you had been at home. You also checked your email but it looked like they hadn’t been doing too much. Thank God. You were so focused on what you were seeing on the screen that you didn’t even see someone approaching your table.

“You’re back” you looked up to meet eyes with Barry Allen. Too much for a good day.

“Oh…hey” you said. “Yeah I am” you added.

You had no idea what to do or what to say. You wanted to disappear. You had never imagined you would be running into him so soon, which was stupid since he used to come to Jitters every single day of the week. Couldn’t you just think about that before coming? Apparently not.

“How was Star City?” He asked.

“Fine” you replied simply.

“Good” he nodded.            

Barry didn’t know what to do either. When he spotted you there, he immediately walked over to you but when he met your eyes, he realized he had no idea what to say or what to do. Obviously, you were still mad and hurt and he didn’t know what to do to make it right.

The silence between you two was getting too awkward and since he didn’t look like he was going to move, you decided you were the one leaving. So you packed your laptop, took your coffee and got up from the table. Without even looking at him more than necessary you walked by his side towards the door. This action made Barry react. This was probably his only chance to talk to you so he turned around and followed you outside.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. He was so tempted to use his super speed to catch you but he knew better than that. Luckily, you were forced to stop while you looked for your car keys in your bag. Time he used to get to you. “(Y/N), please. Wait” he said stopping in front of you again.

“I’m late, Barry, I have no time for this” you said. Where were your damn keys!?

“Well, I finished college some years ago but I know classes don’t start until 9 and it’s still 8.15” he said.

His response made you take a deep breath. Didn’t he just get it? You didn’t want to see him. He had abandoned you twice. Twice! And he still had the nerves to come and force yourself to talk to him?

“What do you want?” You finally asked, giving up on the keys.

“To apologize. Again” he said.

“You made that a hundred times over the phone for the past week” you shrugged.

“And you’ve ignored all of it” he said.

“And didn’t you think, Mr Forensic Scientist, that there is a reason for that? Maybe I don’t want to talk to you? Maybe I don’t want to forgive you?” You frowned.

“You don’t want to forgive me?” He asked with a frown.

You looked away and closed your eyes, trying to control your temper which had always been a problem for you when you got angry.

“Barry…we met up twice. And both times you literally abandoned me with no explanation. If you had better things to do then just…tell me, instead of humiliating me” you said looking at him again.

“I never meant to humiliate you, I swear! I…I do like you” he admitted.

“If that’s what you do with someone you like, I don’t want to be your enemy” you snapped.

Barry knew he deserved that, but it was still painful to hear those words and that tone from you. Maybe he had just spent time with you a couple of times, but you had always been so nice with him, so cheerful, and he had changed that.

“Look Barry, I…liked you too. I guess I still do or I wouldn’t care about this. And it is because I like you that I can’t let myself to fall anymore when I know you will keep on doing this” you shrugged.

“I won’t do it again. I swear” he said.

“I can’t trust you, Barry” you sighed.

“Please, just give another chance. The third one. The last one! If I let you down again I swear I won’t call, text or look for you ever again. I swear” he begged you.

Saying no to him was being so freaking hard. You actually wanted to give him one last chance, because you knew he actually was a good guy and you knew he had his reasons. But how could you just go on another date with him thinking he could leave you alone once again?

“Please…” he pledged once again.

You looked at him and sighed, knowing you didn’t really have a choice. You didn’t know what this guy had done to you but you knew saying no to him was too hard to do it.

“Ok. Last chance, Barry. I swear it” you said.

Immediately, his expression changed and a smile appeared on his face, making you smile a little as well.

“Thank you! I swear you won’t regret it this time!” He said hugging you tight.

“Careful! The coffee!” You exclaimed.

“Sorry” he laughed pulling away. “Ok, I’ll pick you up here tonight at 7 alright?” He said.

“Where will you take me?” You asked trying to hide your smile.

“It’s a surprise. Just…wear casual” he smiled.

“Casual. Got it”, you nodded.

He smiled even more and leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek before running back into Jitters. Probably he still had to take his coffee. Damn Barry Allen and his smile.  

Ink

Pairing: Reader x Dean
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1529 Prompt: It’s your first time seeing Dean’s new tattoo

You glanced outside at the pouring rain as you browsed the internet on your laptop. You sat on the couch with the TV on for background noise. Big Bang was on Weekly Idol and you chuckled to yourself as The MCs teased the boys. You turned your attention back to your computer screen. You were scrolling through facebook and pinterest, switching off between checking on your friends and family overseas while simultaneously looking for a recipe to cook for tomorrow’s dinner. Soon, Weekly Idol was ending and you stretched. Evening was approaching and it was still raining. You stood to get dinner started. Even though you knew you were going to be alone again tonight, you still made enough for two just in case. The TV began to play a rerun of some drama, but you kept it on just so the house wouldn’t be too quiet. Finally, dinner was ready and you sat down at the table to eat by yourself. This was nothing new. Dean was busy doing concerts and working in the studio. You had never had a problem being by yourself, but more importantly you understood that Dean had priorities and even though he left you alone a lot recently, it didn’t mean he didn’t love you any less. You turned off the TV and brought your laptop over to the table as you switched on one of your favorite shows on your laptop. You were about half way through your meal and episode when suddenly, a tentative knock came from the front door. You looked down at yourself. You were in your sleep shorts, a shirt of Dean’s, and an oversized knit cardigan. Your hair was up in a messy bun on top of your head and you had zero make up on. You glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was almost 8 at night, who could be coming by this late. You slowly paused your show and stood up, making your way to the front door cautiously. When you reached for the handle, you heard the jingle of keys and suddenly it began to turn by itself. Before you could jump back, the door flew open and you were face to face with a very soggy looking Dean.

You stepped back flustered as he pushed into the doorway. He slipped off his wet boots and you backed up even more to give him some room. As he did, you glanced over him. An umbrella hung off his arm. He was wearing a loose white dress shirt, dark ripped jeans, and a long cardigan. His usually perfectly groomed swoop of hair across his forehead flopped out of place and he pushed it back as he straightened.

“I thought you were supposed to be at the studio tonight,” you murmured as he smiled at you.

“No hello?” Dean asked jokingly. “Oooh~” he said inhaling deeply. “Something smells good. Did you cook?” Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past you into the kitchen and smiled at the neatly wrapped second helping that you had prepared. He unwrapped it and plopped in the seat across from you. You quickly moved your computer out the way and sat across from him. He reached out for some kimchi and side dishes and sighed in content as he tasted the food you had cooked. As he reached out for more, you gently caught his wrist in your hand. He looked up at you and he smiled. He stood up and leaned across the table to kiss you.

“Hello,” you whispered against his lips as he pulled away and sat again to eat. He smiled and the rest of the meal was finished with short conversations. You tried to figure out how he had been and at the same time he inquired about your life away from him. You both came to the conclusion that despite missing each other greatly, you both were fine. After dinner, the two of you fell onto the couch and watched mindless TV. After a while you got up to make tea. As you came back with the two cups you noticed something on Dean’s neck. An arching swatch of black with stylized flowers blooming from the ink branch. You set down the cups and tea and realization hit. He had told you he was going to go get it, but it had been a few weeks since then and you hadn’t seen him. You muted the TV and Dean looked over at you with a questioning look on his face. You moved yourself so you were straddling his lap. Dean, still confused allowed your pin him to the couch and his hands settled on your thighs making you shiver a little.

You looked down into his eyes and he never broke the gaze. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” you murmured trying to be serious. His eyes still questioned you until you began to unbutton the buttons down the front of his white dress shirt. Dean seemed to hold his breath until all the buttons were undone. You pushed the shirt back from his left shoulder and there it was… in all its glory. The plum blossom tattoo. Dean’s breath hitched in his throat as you began to trace the branches and run your fingers over the delicate flowers. After what felt like hours of you admiring the new addition to his skin Dean finally was able to speak.

“Do you like it?” he whispered, his voice wavering only the slightest amount.

You lowered your head to press your lips to the tattoo on his neck. Dean groaned as your lips came in contact with his skin. A bolt of pleasure jolted down his spine as he felt your lips press to his neck warmly.

“I take that as a yes,” he whispered his voice shaking noticeably now.

You looked down at him and smiled widely. “Yes,” you said enthusiastically. “It’s beautiful.” Your smile faded slightly as your left shoulder tingled. You placed your hand over the area where your tattoo was placed and you remembered the buzzing of the tattoo machine and the sting of the needle. Although it wasn’t the worst pain in your life, you still grimaced a little at the memory. “Didn’t it hurt?” you whispered touched the soft skin on his neck. You imagined Dean with red and swollen skin around the tattoo and you immediately shut out that idea.

He chuckled and took your clenched hands in his. “I’m fine,” he murmured pressing his lips to yours securely. “Although if you were there, I’m sure I would have pretended to be hurt so you would take care of me,” he teased.

You ran your fingers over his tattoo again and sighed. “I guess I can’t give you hickeys on that side anymore,” you said in defeat.

Dean laughed. “Come on, get up for a minute.”

You stood and Dean pulled you up and over to the bathroom. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said mimicking you earlier. He slipped the cardigan off of your shoulders and eyed the shirt you were wearing. “I was looking for that the other day,” he murmured more to himself than you. You laughed but then he took you completely off guard by pulling the shirt off. You yelped and tried to cover your torso and bra-clad chest. Dean laughed and faced you towards the mirror as he shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt. Both of you stood there topless but then you noticed that your tattoos, although very different in style, meaning, and concept were placed in similar positions. Yours was contained to your shoulder and chest while his snaked up his neck, but there was no denying they were in similar places. “See?” Dean questioned taking your hand. “Just like us. Different people but in the same spot.”

You laughed at his bad way of summing everything up.

He turned you to face him, and you couldn’t tear your eyes from the new tattoo. “How about, same place but different works of art?” he questioned quietly. You became aware that the two of you were gravitating towards one another and the heat radiating off of Dean’s body enveloped you. This always happened with Dean. There was an unexplainable pull between the two of you and before you knew it he was pulling you into his arms and the two of you were lost to the night.

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***A/N: Hello my lovely followers and readers. Sorry I have been MIA for quite a while… I hope you all enjoy these few new chapters. Dean’s new tattoos are boggling my mind…
ALSO side note about this chapter: I don’t know if any of you have seen video from the second Club Eskimo show that Dean did recently. He was wearing like a large white dress shirt and a beige-y brown long cardigan. That’s kind of what I was visualizing for this scenario. (I’ve only seen instagram videos of this, so I can’t really link them or put in an image. SORRY about that…)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and also feel free to leave me comments, questions, and concerns.

Marriage Material - Part 11 - Jim Kirk

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

Summary: in this chapter, just some dinner between friends.

Warnings: language

A/N: nothing really happens here, there’s just a lot of love n a lot denying love. forgive any typos, i’ve been without sleep for like 2 days now


Tucked into your favorite corner of the commissary, you turned in your seat and stretched your legs out to place atop the chair beside yours. You crossed them at the ankle, leaning your back against the wall behind you. You tipped your nose to the ceiling, your head softly hitting the wall as well. Your heavy eyelids slipped a centimeter lower.

A loud snort had you lurching forward, your hand set on your chest so you could feel your quickened heartbeat against each of your fingertips. Eyes wide, you turned your head to be met by the facial expression that haunted you in your dreams each time you forgot to catch-up on charting. Nostrils flared, single dark eyebrow raised, eyes narrowed, mouth pulled down by the weight of burden you couldn’t even imagine.

“S’what happens,” Leonard began, a hint of amusement illuminating his hazel irises, “when you take naps in the mess hall, sweetheart.”

You frowned, sitting back once more as he set his tray down on the table and fell into the seat across yours. Your eyes grew hooded and slid shut once more. “I wasn’t taking a nap.”

“What d’you call what you’re doin’ right now?” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know his expression only grew more sarcastic.

You shrugged a shoulder. “Resting my eyes, breathing evenly.”

You could almost hear him roll his eyes, opening your own to catch a glimpse. “You sound exhausted.”

“Yeah, but I look fantastic,” your words came out with less gusto than you would have hoped, your lips struggling to quirk up like you’d originally intended. “Being on-call for the last week has ruined me— I’m averaging three hours of sleep a night. And it’s broken sleep, not continuous.”

“Stop blamin’ being on-call. What’s really ruined you is sleepin’ with that husband of yours every fuckin’ night and tellin’ me about it,” he quipped, stabbing a fork into a piece of chicken with a little too much force. “Maybe you’d get more sleep if you kept your damn hands to yourself.”

You clicked your tongue and shook your head, looking straight ahead at one of the many windows lining the walls rather than at Leonard. You didn’t want him to catch the slight smile you weren’t too tired to let spread over your lips. “Sleeping with my husband is what’s put me back together, Len— nothing says stress relief like an orgasm. The real problems here are the gamma shift red shirts.”

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Run to you // Sam Wilson x Reader

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: fluff, angst, emotional abuse mentions, panic attack mention, (SERIOUSLY PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU COULD BE SQUICKED/TRIGGERED BY A CHARACTER’S PANIC ATTACK) Eventual smut, that signature Foster SLOW BURN (I’m not even sorry anymore)

Summary: Sam’s been your closest friend since you rescued him from being stuck in a tree when you were children. You knew everything about each other. He was the one you always called no matter what happened in your life. You were the one who kept him grounded in reality. What happens when Sam sees what not being there for you truly cost you?

A/N: My first Sam series! I’m so excited!! I actually managed to not go fucking overboard with words this—that’s a lie. I just lied I’m so sorry. I meant to stop at 1k. Weirdly enough, I was cleaning my kitchen and this song popped up on my YouTube recommendations and wow, I couldn’t get this story out of my head. I’m sorry for the angst here, my own personal experience slipped through and it just seemed to fit so well into the story. It’s really fucking angsty and I’m so sorry. Don’t worry though, it’ll get better. Also, can you guess who Sam called??

Inspiration: “Run To You” ~ Lea Michele

’Cause you’ll be safe in these arms of mine,
Just call my name on the edge of night,
And I’ll run to you…

Even if it’s gonna break me love,
I run to you…”

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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Motionless - 19/21

Bucky x Reader, OC’s, Avengers

Summary: The team need to attend a press conference and it doesn’t go the way they had planned.

Word Count: 3,975

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, team are very protective of the couple, Bucky is pissed

A/N: Bucky’s POV, This is the last hurdle they have to go through I promise!!! It’ll be complete happiness from here on out! Thank you guys for being so patient with me as I try to get these out. Oh and Christine Everhart - the reporter - is a bitch in this part.

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8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days

Y/N and the twins were all fine and healthy. There wasn’t much time left until we welcomed them into the new world. After attending her ultrasound, watching them kick and move around I couldn’t help but be excited to meet both of them. Y/N, on the other hand, wanted to meet them long before that…..way longer than that.

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GOT7 Reaction: You being infertile (request)

A/N:Sorry this took so long. Some things happened and we all shifted the reactions around in order to have time to deal with what we needed to focus on. Sorry for any errors.


Mark:

He came home as deflated as ever. All he wanted to do was sleep and forget everything that was on his mind. He sluggishly moved towards the bedroom, his eyes purposely avoided the room that was meant to be a nursery. “Gotta remember to change that back into the home office.” he thought

He walked into the bedroom making sure to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the sleeping y/n. Once done with his quick, half-assed evening routine, he climbed under the sheets.

“Mark?” Y/n’s voice peeped.

“Hi babe.”he whispered as he settled into his side of the bed. “I’m just coming home, go back to sleep.” he said with a quick kiss to her cheek, missing her lips in the dark.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked randomly.

“Mad? I’m not mad.”

“You haven’t said a word to me since the appointment.”

“Yes I have.”

“Cursing under your breathe while driving home and saying hi and bye to me isn’t “talking to me”, Mark.”

“Well you haven’t been talking either.”

“Because I’m sad! And I’m still sad.” she said in a whimper

“I’m sad too okay. So maybe, I don’t feel like talking, but that doesn’t mean I’m mad at you.”

“How am I supposed to know that when you completely shut me out.”

“Because what can I say to make anything better?” Y/n the few things that you have been saying are all things I was thinking also! I couldn’t open my mouth and agree and make you feel worse.Yes, I am sad that we can’t have a baby. Yes, I feel stupid that we tried so fucking hard for so long for nothing. Yes, this whole thing is unfair. Yes, I am heart broken that we can’t start a family of our own, but no, I’m not mad at you. I could never me mad at you over this. Y/n, just because you are the one that is infertile, doesn’t mean that this is your fault and I don’t ever want you to feel like you are at fault.” 

Originally posted by marksseunie

Jb:

“Infertile” The word just rang in his ears. The doctor walked out of the office, giving him and y/n a moment to take it in. But he didn’t feel the need “to take it in”, it all had to be wrong, it just had to.There was no way y/n could be infertile, there just wasn’t. She was in amazing health, he was in amazing health, how could they not be able to have a baby?

Y/n sat quietly next to him in her chair as his mind continued to race. The more he thought about the whole thing the more upset he became. The whole situation was just so unfair.

“She couldn’t have been serious…” His voice broke through the deafening silence that filled the small room. “So she’s saying we can’t have kids? That we can’t have kids?” He turned to y/n, who only sat still and expressionless. “There are stupid and evil people out in the wold just popping kids out, but we can’t have kids even after how hard we’ve tried?!?”

“…I’m sorry.” Y/n said in a soft mumble.

“We’re good people, we’d be good parents. Fuck, we treat our cats better than some people treat their kids. Wh- why do we have to go through this? Making a baby should be the easiest part of all this!”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n repeated in a whimper.

It wasn’t until then that JB realized that Y/n had been crying. That was when his anger left him and he immediately moved to her. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“B-because I -I can’t gi-give us a baby. It’s-s my fault!” she cried as she dug her face into her hands.

He gently pulled her into a hug.”It’s not your fault. Jagi, none of this is your fault.”

“Yes it is! I’m the reason we can’t have a baby! What kind of woman am i if i can’t even have a baby?”

“Jagi, look at me.” he said softly

“No!”

“Jagi…” Now was the moment to put his own feelings aside and try to be the positive voice to y/n. “Y/n, don’t feel like this is your fault. I’m sorry if i made you feel like that, but i wasn’t trying to make you feel bad… Jagi, just please look at me.”

Finally she did so. Her face was streaked with tears. The way she was looking up at him just broke his heart.

“So, yes, this sucks… this really, really- really sucks. And it’s okay to be sad. I’m sad too and mad, not mad at you, just mad at the situation, but… but just because it’s a sad situation, doesn’t means its a bad situation… Like- Like i said before, there are lots of people there having kids, but we got to remember that not everyone gets to keep their kids-”

“I know! That’s why it’s not fucking fair that I can’t have a baby!” she said with a wavering voice. “And- and-” she couldn’t even get herself to talk anymore because she started crying again.

“Y-yes, but what i’m trying to say is that we can be the ones to take a child in. We can still adopt! We have alot of love to give. IF we can;t have a child of our own, we can always care for and love a child, or children, whose parents couldn’t or wouldn’t care for them. Just because we can’t ever have our own kids, doesn’t mean we can’t ever have kids.”

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

Jinyoung:

He finally returned home after a long day of recording. It was pretty late in the night so he was rather surprised to find y/n awake just sitting at the kitchen table. More surprising was that he caught her drinking some beer.

“Jagi, what are you still doing up?” He asked as he walked toward her (noticing she was on her second bottle now), giving her a quick kiss then taking the empty seat next to her. “And hwy are you drinking? I thought in the pregnancy article you read a clean diet and full 8  hours of sleep helps with like fertility and stuff. You were making a big deal about it last week.” he tried to keep casual, despite the fact that he was a bit concerned about this. This whole late night drinking thing just wasn’t her style.

“There’s no point to all that stuff anymore… There never was a point.” she grumbled as she took another swig of her beer. 

On top of her grumpy tone, he was noticing that her cheeks were shiny and her eyes were puffy and slightly red. “What are you talking about?” he asked nervously. This behavior wasn’t like y/n at all and his mind raced to figure out what could be making her behave this way.

“…I went to that doctor’s appointment today, you know, that one to see what exactly was the reason I haven’t gotten pregnant yet.” she mumbled in a slight slur. “Turns out all this diet crap and eliminating  stress bullshit was just a waste of time, cuz i’m- I’m infertile.” she whimpered. Her eyes were beginning to get watery as her lip quivered.

“Infertile?”

A few tears slid down her cheeks. “Yup… That’s what the doctor said”

He could feel what little energy he had in his body drain out. He slouched back in his chair as if someone had just knocked the wind out of him. After the day he had, just to come home and find out this, he just didn’t want to believe it. “So we can’t have kids of our own?”

“That’s what infertile means!” she said harshly. “…Well, I can’t, you still can. Leave me and go find some whose body can actually function and you can have all the kids you want.”

“Y/n, don’t even go there!” he said a bit too sternly.

Y/n’s face fell expressionless just as she took another gulp of her beer.

He grabbed her hand, making her put the drink down. “y/n, just because we can’t have kids doesn’t mean its the end of the world.”

“To me it does!”

“No, it doesn’t, we still have options right? Of course we do!” he answered himself before she could bring herself down anymore. “We, uh, we can give invitro a try! At least once. If that doesn’t work, then we can try a surrogate, if you don’t want to do that, then we can adopt!” He hoped that the more options he threw at her, the less disappointment they would felt over the whole situation. “We talked about adoption before remember?” he waited for her response, but nothing. “Jagi, you remember that we talked about it like a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah” she frowned

He brought her into a hug, seeing how sad she still was. “We said that we’d adopt after having our first. Well, now we’ll just skip step one of our life plan and go straight to number two! You and I raising kids that we love, that’s the point of our plan, it doesn’t matter if they are biologically ours or not.”

Originally posted by periwin5les

Jackson:

Finally he was home from his week in China. It had been great being back in China, seeing his parents, being in his home, but he was even happier to be returning to y/n, especially after being so busy that they had no time to talk.

“Babe!” he called out as he walked through the door. “I’m finally home!” 

Y/n emerged from the bedroom as beautiful as ever in an over-sized t-shirt and sweatpants. There was a tiny smile on her face as she ran up to him and tackled him with a hug.

He attacked her face with kisses, “I missed you so much!” *kiss* Why did we both have to be so busy *kiss* we barely talked *kiss*” He grabbed her, bringing her down with him as he flopped his tired body on the couch and settled her on top of him. “I wish you came with me like last time. My parents were disappointed they couldn’t see you. But I told my mom about us wanting a little one and she gave me a whole list of names that she would like our future mini us to have haha.” To his surprise he saw y/n frown a bit. “Don’t worry they are all only suggestions, she won’t hate you if you don’t like any of them.” he added.

However, her frown didn’t leave her face “…Jackson…” 

“Hm?”

Y/n pulled herself up and sat up straight. He did the same quickly picking up on the serious vibe in the room.

“Remember how I was supposed to have a doctors appointment while you were gone?” she began.

“Yeah”

“…Well, the doctor gave me some news…”

“Good news? Like finally? Are you actually pregnant?” he asked with excitement.

All he got in return was a deeper frown growing on y/n’s face

“…So no luck this time either then?” he sighed

Y/n gave the tiniest of nobs, her eyes already getting watery. “…And there’s more”

“What is it?” he asked nervously.

“…I’m infertile.” she said with shame

“You’re what?”

“I-I ’m the reason we cant have a b-baby.” she sniffled. “The doctor let me know, that, you know, my body- It just won’t allow it.”

He couldn’t help but stare at y/n with such intensity. She just had to be messing with him somehow. What he wanted to believe was that she was putting up an act to trick him with bad news, and just give him the real news already. But the more he looked at her the more he could see how genuinely upset she was.

He could feel this ugly pain growing in his chest. It literally felt like his heart was being squeezed. All those daydreams he thought of he and y/n raising a girl or a boy that was just the perfect mix of them were all for nothing now. Every expectation and standard he had about being a father was all just a puff of smoke now. He fell back into the couch just feeling so empty.

He could feel her staring at him, waiting for his response. At a lost for words all her did was pull her close and let out a heavy breath.It took while until he could finally get himself to say “I’m sad now.” but even them his voice cracked over the lump forming in his throat.

“Me too” y/n said in a clear voice, but her cheeks streaked with tears. “I’m sorry”

He pulled her into a tighter hug. he felt mad at himself for making her feel bad. “I love you” were the only words that he could get out at the moment, but he knew that those were the only ones that mattered for now.

Originally posted by intomyrealworld

Youngjae:

“You’re infertile?” What y/n just told him didn’t completely make sense. Just a few days ago she had taken a few test, one actually coming back positive, but now after a few doctors appointments, she infertile. 

“Yeah” she frowned.

Immediately his fingers began to fidget with the wedding ring on his left hand. Ever since their wedding, it had become a habit to fidget with his ring whenever he felt nervous or bored.Right now he caught himself doing it again and almost let out an ironic laugh.  He never thought he would really get married, but that changed when he met y/n. Alot of things changed when she came into the picture.

After getting married, she pushed the idea of having kids. It wasn’t something he wanted at first, especially so soon into getting married, but the more she talked about it, the more excited he was in being a dad. When they officially started trying to get pregnant, he even caught himself daydreaming of what life would be like when they had a little one around. But now… now he could feel everything just crumble away at his feet. 

“So, at least you know, you kinda got what you wanted, not having kids and stuff. At least we got married like i wanted to, not that”common law” crap you kept giving me” she said in an attempt to sound positive about the whole thing.

“What do you mean i got what i wanted? I-I want kids too now.”

“But I can’t have any!” now her voice sounded sad and frustrated. 

“But we still have options right?” he asked in desperation. “Us having kids isn’t impossible! Like c’mon, look we are married now, remember how impossible it seemed to convince me on us getting married? Look at us now! We are going to have kids, I know we are!

Originally posted by choiyoungjae

Bambam:

“Dude what am i going to fucking do?!?”

“Bro just chill. Stop thinking about it.” Yugyeom said calmly.

‘How can i “chill”?!? Y/n might be pregnant! I can’t be a dad right now!”

“No shit, but panicking isn’t gonna make the whole thing any better.”

“Well what else-” Bambam was them cut off by his ringtone for y/n going off and Immediately he answered. ““Y/n, what’s the news?

“…C-can you come over?” Y/n’s voice was so soft over the phone. “We need to talk…”

-

She opened the door with a frown on her face and he expected the worse. 

“You’re pregnant! You’re pregnant aren’t you?!?” He panicked as he ran into her place.

“Bambam”

“What are we going to do?!? We are too young to be parents! I’m way too busy to be a dad! We aren’t even married! We aren’t even-”

“Bambam i’m not pregnant.” she said blankly

He stopped on the stop. “you’re not?”

“No.” she said with a straight face.

“Thank goodness.” 

There was a feeling of relief that he couldn’t describe.

“Good, this is good” he said as he let out a deep breath as if he just ran two miles

“…yeah” her reaction was nothing like his

“Aren’t you relieved y/n? “ he couldn’t help but ask, noticing her unpleasantness over the whole thing.

“Yes and no.”

He stayed quiet noticing that she had more she was going to say.”

“I’m relieved that we aren’t pregnant this time… but i also t found out i can’t get pregnant at all…” her expression became sour just getting the words out.

“What? How did you even find that out? You only went to see if you were pregnant, did you really do a whole check up every time you go or something?”

“…No… I haven’t been completely honest… There have been a few other times before I thought we had a little mistake, but each time it was nothing.” Here voice was just a soft mumble, just like on the phone earlier. 

“This time i genuinely thought it was real so when we looked further into it- Well it just explains hwy i never got pregnant before.” 

He didn’t really know how to take the news. He and y/n weren’t too serious, but they also weren’t complete strangers.

“Well… That means you can fuck without a condom!” he said trying to look on the bright side. 

Quickly she threw him an angry look.

“You know what? I shouldn’t have told you. You can just leave now.” she said in a grumble. 

“I’m sorry” he said just as fast. “I crossed the line…I don’t really know what to say… I just said something i thought that would make you laugh or something”

“Then just leave” she repeated

He wanted to do what she told him, but he couldn’t, seeing how upset she was and it felt wrong to just leave her this upset. He stayed still , not wanting to go.

“Bam, seriously leave. I just want to be alone right now.”

Still he didn’t listen. Instead he went up to her, putting a hand on her back, on for her to slap his hand away.

“Bambam, leave!”

“No”

“Why? So you can awkwardly “cheer me up” with depressing comments? I know you don’t want to be a dad, but didn’t you ever think that i would want to be a mom one day?!?” Here eyes were red and watery and she was in a sad rage. “Just because I didn’t want to be pregnant right now doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to be pregnant! But turns out i don’t even have the option, to like you care! So just leave!” she shouted

And now was the time to leave to avoid upsetting her even more. He walked to the door in defeat, but he turned to her just to give a her a few more words. “Y/n, Just because I don’t want to be a dad right now doesn’t mean i don’t ever want to be a dad either. I know we aren’t too close or too serious, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I don’t like seeing you upset, so if you do want to talk about this, then i’m all ears.” he said before he walked out the door.

Originally posted by jaybleep

Yuguyeom:

It wasn’t supposed to be a night where many people would be out, but with his luck the mall was just packed with people. Being in the crowded area had him feeling paranoid. He He didn’t want to leave the safety of the clothing store and navigate through the sea of people to the next store y/n was dragging him to.He wanted to tell her it was probably  time to go back home, but when he looked down at her, she looked like she was having so much fun being out and about.

He decided to stick with the date, being as unnoticeable as possible (which was hard to do considering that he was way taller than most people and that his brightly dyed hair kept peeking out of his beanie).

As he held himself back from being his loud goofy self in order to lay low, he distracted himself by taking notice of all the other mall visitors around him. They all seemed to be families. Young couples were all over, walking around and cooing at their babies and seeing them made his mind wander. He began to think of what it would be like if he and y/n were like one of the other young couple with a baby of their own here at the mall. As the cute thoughts began to fill his head, be had to admit that the idea of fatherhood didn’t seem that dad.

After about an hour of wandering from store to store, he and y/n finally went to the food court to eat. This is where they really had a moment to sit and talk without y/n getting distracted. “Y/n, have you ever thought about kids?” he asked 

Y/n’s eyebrows hot up at his random topic ”…Kids? Why are you talking about kids all of a sudden?”

He shrugged “I don’t know There area lot of kids around, and it got me thinking about, you know, us having kids one day…”

That’s when y/n frowned a bit. “…Do you like really really want kids?”

Again he shrugged. “Not now obviously, maybe one day i don’t know. I wouldn’t mind us having kids in the future.” He babbled nervously as he was unprepared by his own topic. “I mean of you want kids too and all. I don’t know i just , I don’t know. All the kids here look really cute and it just got me thinking that’s all.”

“…Well… I only ask cuz… A few years ago i found something out.” she said quiet, almost as if she was embarrassed. “I found out that- that i can’t have kids of my own, i’m infertile. “she mumbled as she played with a piece of her food.

“Ooh…”

“Yeah, so i only wanted to make sure if it was something you really wanted, cuz i didn’t want to disappoint you or anything. I just want you to know so that, if kids are really your thing, and you want biological kids, well then… you can find some one who can give you some haha.” she laughed nervously at her awkward wording, trying to hide the dark message she was trying to give. “I mean i want kids, but the only option for me really is adaption, you know?” still she looked down at her food, 

“… y/n…” he waited until she looked up at him. She barely did so, letting her hair fall over her eyes to hide herself a bit “We are still young ans all and i am still busy you know, with  GOT7, so kids won’t be an option for know i guess…. But  later, i would want to… i think… and whether kids would be our or not, as long as i have you to have a family with, that’s all i care about.”

Originally posted by j-miki

-Admin Boat

happy birthday me || Jason Todd

Requested by a beloved anon!
Prompt; Hello! Not sure if you are taking requests, but if you are could you write about the reader celebrating their 21st birthday with Jason?

I was staying at a friend’s place, he knows I’m writing, and been struggling (that’s why I haven’t updated). Then he gave me this line before went out to get some food;

This is not my birthday, check the dat—never mind, happy birthday to me.”

Kudos to him!

Warning(s); it’s a little sexual at the end but not so much.

;;

You were not the type of person that could wake up under 8 AM but the sweet smell of delicious breakfast filling your nostrils made you pry your eyes open slowly as your brain began to caught up on what was happening.

When you rolled over, you couldn’t find your boyfriend. Only the cold and empty space he left, probably been an hour or so. He also wasn’t the type to get up early, especially after his long night patrolling.

Frowning, you propped yourself up on your elbows before finally pushing your body to sat properly on the bed. Rubbing your eyes gently in an attempt to get yourself wide awake.

“Jay?” You called for him, standing up to stretch before making a bee-line to the bathroom, washing your face and brushed your teeth to freshen up.

You heard a faint answer for him as you wiped your face with your towel, “in the kitchen!”

Getting out of the bathroom, feeling fresh, you walked to the kitchen. The kitchen wasn’t big since the two of you lived in an apartment. Well, your apartment before Jason moved in, out of the blue telling you to split the rent and then it became a shared apartment.

You didn’t object or anything, Jason always crashes to your place back then before you became his girlfriend. He spent most of his time at your place, it didn’t make that many differences besides the fact your sex life became more…interesting after he moved in.

The smell of pancakes became stronger as you stepped into the kitchen, Jason had his back facing you, pouring the last batter into the round pan.

You walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist, hands clasping in front of his abs. “It’s unusual for you to cook.” You commented as he flipped the pancake while you stood on your tippy toes to peer over his broad shoulder.

His shoulder raising up as he let out a breathy sigh, he turned off the stove and adding the last pancake onto the stack. “You aren’t supposed to wake up now.”

His words made you raised your eyebrow, “is it bad? Do I have to go to sleep again?”

Jason chuckled and shook his head before turning in your arms, he leaned down to kiss you but you stopped him by placing your finger in front of his plump lips.

“Have you brushed your teeth, Mr. Todd?” You teased.

He groaned softly, rolling his beautiful eyes at the same time but laughed anyway.

“Yes, now please shut up and let me kiss you.” And he did, he wasn’t lying when he told you he had brushed his teeth. Though, he was more than welcome to kiss you anytime, anywhere.

Soon enough he pulled away and urged you to go back to the bed, telling you that he was going to bring the breakfast to the bed in the first place before you woke up. You happily complied, rushing towards your bedroom, getting yourself comfy.

He really did brought the breakfast to the bedroom, he settled himself on the bed after placing a plate of three stacked pancakes on your lap. You didn’t hesitate to dig in after giving him a grateful ‘thank you’. A moan came from you because of Jason’s cooking, you knew he could cook but he rarely did, so at times like this, you always cherished everything he cooked.

You would wiggle your toes or do a little dance every time you took a bite, smile not leaving your lips. It was that good.

“You like it that much?” He had finished minutes before you, his empty plate was already on the nightstand as he watched you eating.

He loved that you would express everything to him, if you liked something your eyes would twinkle, if you were happy you would jump and became more giddy and giggly than ever, if you were mad your eyebrows would furrow and your jaw tightened, if you were sad you would look down to your feet to hide your tears, if you were embarrassed your cheeks would immediately turn beet red. He loved it, you were almost a complete opposite of him, he loved you.

You gave him an eager nod, placing your fork on the now empty plate with a pout. “Yes, it’s so good.” You looked at him, a grin broke across your face. “But I’m not full.”

“I know you won’t be full.” He stood up, grabbing the empty plates and went out from the bedroom before you could ask him about what he meant.

You turned on the TV, mentally hugging yourself for deciding to install the TV in your shared room, flicking on different channels. You didn’t notice Jason came back with a medium sized cake in his hand.

He took the chance to give you a kiss on your cheek, emitting a squeak from you as you turned your head towards him.

“God, babe!” You put a hand on your chest, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. “What was that for?”

He lifted the cake in his hands up, bringing it into your view.

You saw 21 shaped candles in the center of the cake, your name and a 'happy birthday’ written messily underneath along with the messy decoration.

“Um, what’s this for?” You asked innocently, you were sure today wasn’t your birthday, was it?

That wasn’t the reaction Jason hoped to pull out of you but it was pretty amusing nonetheless, to see you all confused, looking into his eyes to look for an answer.

“You can read, can’t you?”

You cocked your head to the side slightly.

“Don’t tell me you forget about your own birthday?”

“My birthday is next week, isn’t it?”

He snorted, the cake was still in his hands. “It’s today.”

“No, it’s not.” You said stubbornly, he still had his eyes on you. “This is not my birthday.

He finally lowered the cake onto his lap, careful not to make a mess and end up washing the sheets instead of celebrating your birthday. “It is, baby.”

“No,” you reached for your phone that was placed near your pillow, you unlocked it to look at the calendar just to be sure. “Check the dat-oh,” you coyly looked at him, an awkward grin on your lips as an equally awkward laugh escaped your throat. “Never mind, happy birthday me.

Your boyfriend burst out laughing, he was still aware with the cake on his lap but his head still tilting back a bit. His laugh boomed throughout the bedroom.

“Happy birthday, grandma.” He found himself smirking and lifted the cake back up.

“Shut up.” You huffed before blowing the candle, closing your eyes as you make a wish. “Did you make it on your own?”

“The cake?”

You nod.

“My ma helped me with the recipe while I made everything.” He scratched the back of his neck shyly with a hand as he watched you dipped your forefinger into the cake before bringing it into your mouth causing another hum of delight from you making him smile.

“Your ma… Mrs. Wayne?”

“The one and only.”

“Wow, she knows about me?” You looked at him, wide-eyed. You had never met his mother before, you had heard about her and how much of an amazing woman she was.

“She knows almost everything about you.” He added for you, pulling out a clean fork from his pocket that you hadn’t noticed was sticking out of it the whole time before giving it to you along with the cake.

You dug in, the sweet flavor wasn’t too strong. There was a light bitterness in it which made the cake perfect. Just how you liked it.

“She does…” You muttered in awe, “how?”

“Batman’s wife, remember?”

Realization hit you, of course. It was such an honor for you to get recognized by such an amazing woman in Gotham, the fact that she was an ex-vigilante that now helped Batman was making everything better.

Yeah, you knew it from Jason. Bless being Red Hood’s girlfriend.

“Sorry, I didn’t get you anything.”

“Are you kidding?!” You gently slapped his bicep, “you made me breakfast, you made the cake on your own. This is perfect.” You put the cake on the nightstand, arms went around his neck as soon as you straddled him. “Besides, I don’t like parties. I just want to spend my birthday with you.”

You leaned closer to give him a kiss, sharing the sweet taste of the cake you ate earlier.

“Hmm,” he hummed, a hand found your lower back as the other brushed your hair back then rested on your cheek. A hint of mischievousness flashed in his eyes for a brief moment, “I really did a good job with the cake, didn’t I?”

“You did, handsome.” You agreed, leaning into his touch.

“I wonder if it will taste better on you.”

“What?” The question slipped out of your mouth almost too quickly while he shoved you down to the bed, “Jay? Ja-

He shut you up with another breath-stealing kiss as he scooped some of the cream from the cake to smear it onto your skin.

You soon cave in, knowing there was no way that you would get out of bed until he was satisfied. Mentally hoping that the landlord wouldn’t kick you out after this.


that was…

Originally posted by desingyouruniverse

kwon soonyoung (hoshi) | university au

This is just really long lil headcanon since I’ve not finished writing any of my wips or gotten close to completion, I’m really sorry :(

infatuated hoshi x oblivious and conflicted reader (ft wingman jihoon)

  • so,, hoshi is known to be a bright ray of sunshine that dances amazingly and,,, well,,,, a bit of an unorganised student
  • the reason being, is that he’s so passionate about dancing and dedicates most of his free time practicing his free time including sleeping a full 8 hours
  • whenever he has class scheduled in the morning he wakes up late, phone in hand and bag on his shoulder as he runs out of his dorm screaming his head off
  • he only just makes it in time for class and when he sits down, he sets up his phone to record the lesson and falls asleep immediately
  • you know of hoshi, and vice versa, through mutual friends
  • you’ve met before and talked a bit, but you aren’t what would be considered close friends even though you both share the same music class
  • and as it turns out, his reputation precedes him as you idolise him for his creative choreography, undeniable talent and outgoing personality
  • you have also always wanted to be friends with him,,, but deep down, you feel like you’d like to be a bit more than just friends
  • you happen to sit beside him by chance one day and see him go about his routine but,,,
  • halfway though the class you notice his phone is running low on battery
  • so being the kind person you are, you sacrifice your own phone’s battery to save hoshi’s grades
  • and as if a curse has been lifted, hoshi wakes up once class is done and packs up to leave
  • but before he can, you take your chance to speak up “you’re actually pretty smart”
  • and hoshi is like ?? what do you mean???
  • so you explain “oh, I just never thought to record lessons”
  • and he’s,, kinda embarrassed but also pretty bashful at someone calling him smart
  • meanwhile you realise that you have no means of sharing the rest of the video that you took for him so you abruptly ask “by the way, what’s your phone number?”
  • and hoshi just,,, he’s shook to say the least like how sudden yet smooth was that??
  • and you quickly realise from his expression that,, oh,,, oh no,,,,, this is a BIG misunderstanding
  • “I just wANTED TO KNOW BC YOUR PHONE RAN OUT OF BATTERY AND I TOOK A VIDEO FOR THE REST OF THE LESSON FOR YOU-” but you stop before you embarrass yourself any further
  • ,,, and you two just stand there awkwardly in silence for a while,,,
  • “I-I have something really important that I need to attend to s-so,, uh you could ask jihoon for my number, sorry”
  • you don’t know why, but you can’t help but feel dejected as you let out a quiet sure and watch him go
  • “that boy,, is so dumb”
  • is the first thing jihoon says after you finish telling him about the whole ordeal
  • “he’s so careless and im sorry that you had to do this for him”
  • “no it’s okay, I just thought that we could be friends if I did this”
  • and jihoon is like “friends?? I thought you were-” until he realises that oh,,, OH i get it now
  • and you’re like whatwhatwhat
  • but all jihoon says is “nothing~” before he tells you where to find hoshi if you want his number
  • and,, you frown bc you don’t want to be rejected again,,, especially in person,,, TWICE
  • instead, you say goodbye to jihoon as you go back to your dorm to study
  • a few hours later, you get a text from jihoon saying “i need some help with writing lyrics for my song. go to the recording room, ill be there in a bit.”
  • it’s weird and unlike him, but you comply and make your way there and see jihoon smiling brightly
  • “hey, thanks for coming here on short notice, but could you going into the recording booth? I need to see if this sounds good with the melody”
  • you agree, entering the dark room and, low and behold, it’s a confused hoshi staring back at your equally confused face
  • “hoshi?”
  • “he locked me in here”
  • then you hear a little familiar laugh as the door closes behind the two of you with a click and jihoon talking through the mic
  • “hey nerds, talk to each other and confess or whatever and I’ll let you out”
  • and hoshi lets out an awkward laugh “so uh this is weird, I’m sorry about jihoon I had no idea that he’d do something like this”
  • you want to brush off the apology and make a joke but you’re curious, too curious about what jihoon meant “what did he mean by confess?”
  • hoshi’s laughter quietens down as he starts to fiddle with his shirt and a light blush appears on his cheeks
  • “w-well, I kinda have a thing for you. I really admire you and your musical talent,,, m-maybe I admire you a bit too much”
  • and you’re like “oh wow,, I don’t know what to say” bc you’ve admired him from afar for such a long time and you’re unsure about your feelings
  • and suddenly hoshi has felt the same?????
  • “its okay, please don’t feel pressured, you don’t have to say anything.” so you don’t and just sit there until you speak up again
  • “I really respect you and your talent, and I don’t want to confuse my feelings with that”
  • and hoshi,,,, hoshi lets out a soft defeated oh then says “so do you have feelings for me or?”
  • “I’m not entirely sure” and it’s silent again
  • jihoon thinks that he may have messed up big time and is about to get up to unlock the door when,,, “how about we go on a date? just to help confirm your feelings?”
  • at first you’re shocked, caught off guard at hoshi’s sudden proposal, but you consider it “ok, one date but please don’t get your hopes up”
  • hoshi is ecstatic and jihoon is pleased with himself, finally letting the two of you out
  • “don’t forget to exchange numbers!” and you don’t but only thanks to jihoon
  • that night, hoshi texts you the details of your date for next week and your heart jumps a bit at the thought
  • the next few days hoshi greets you with a smile, sits next to you and goes to sleep during class
  • you never notice it but he actually looks really,,, adorable,, even with drool coming out of his mouth
  • the night before your date with hoshi, you’re panicking and need jihoon to calm you down
  • “he’s whipped, fifty dollars he’d genuinely compliment if you showed up covered in blood. also, why are you so worried about how you look if you don’t like him that way?”
  • “I never said I didn’t return his feelings, I was just confused”
  • “but now you’re sure?” you dont respond and instead look through your clothing for an outfit to wear when your friend advises you to go for a dress and heels
  • but once you meet with hoshi, you feel overdressed when he leads you to an arcade
  • though he assures you saying “it’s fine and you look beautiful” and making you blush
  • as the date progresses, you begin to have fun and learn more about hoshi
  • “I like dancing a lot, but I want to write my own songs, in fact jihoon has been helping write lyrics”
  • “is that how he lured you into the recording studio?”
  • “pFt what? no,,,,,,,,, yeah it was”
  • hoshi lead you to his favourite game, and surprise, it’s ddr
  • but what hoshi doesn’t know is that you’re beast at ddr and beat the renowned dancer at his own game,,, quite literally
  • “I think I’m in love”
  • “shut it kwon, we’re here to fight to the death”
  • “,,,,,, through the language of LOVE AKA DANCING”
  • it’s all fun and games until the clock hits 9 pm and you realise that you have a song to finish composing within two days
  • so, gentleman hoshi drapes his jacket over your shoulders and escorts you home
  • the walk is silent, not awkward and tense like before, but,,, comforting
  • “ive always wanted to be a dancer, nothing else ever really came to mind whenever someone asked what I wanted to be” hoshi’s voice is soft as he speaks
  • “everyone has always said that it’s not realistic, that it’s too competitive, that I might get hurt,,,” you continue to listen, his voice becoming croaky
  • “I’ve been told that the dancing is the only thing I know how to do and even im not considered good enough no matter how much I practice,,,
  • you hold his hand and squeeze it in reassurance ”,,, or that I’m not smart enough for any normal job and that’s why I chose dancing as my major"
  • “at first i envied how smart and talented you were so I tried to compete against you secretly, but over time, I began to realise that you weren’t competition, but someone I looked up to”
  • “you were one of the main reasons why I continued to dance, because you motivated and gave me the courage and strength to continue, thank you”
  • you’re too shocked and flustered at the revelations to notice that you’ve arrived as you absentmindedly watch hoshi walk away
  • you could turn around and go to your room,,,,, or,,, you could chase after hoshi right now at this very moment
  • you choose the latter, running in heels to catch up to hoshi
  • “oh my god, are you ok-”
  • “I was wrong”
  • when those words leave your mouth, hoshi believes that he has never felt so confused about anything until he met you
  • “before I said I didn’t want to mix my adoration with artificially forced love but really,,, i confused liking you with idolising you because, well, you’re kwon soonyoung, super star dancer hoshi,,,, and im just me”
  • it’s your turn to be confused and surprised as hoshi takes your hand into his kisses you gently
  • and wow,,, WOW fireworks are going off in your head
  • “even if you or others view yourself as average, that would be far from the truth, and even if that was true,,, Id still love you the way you are”
  • this time, you initiate the kiss and both pull away with wide goofy grins
  • “does this mean we can go on more dates?”
  • “mhm, just remember that i rule at ddr, dance king”
Dance!AU where klance/laith gets paired up on a competition and it’s a mess

“Welcome to the top twenty, dancers!” the tall blonde hostess said with a blindingly white grin. The audience erupted into deafening applause. Lance smiled at the camera, hoping it wasn’t as shaky as his hands. The other contestants high-fived around him.

“For your first exciting week as Altea’s top dancers, we will be pairing you so that no two partners dance the same style!”

There was a chorus of ‘ooh’s from the audience. Lance clenched his hands into tight fists to keep them from trembling.

It felt like the Sorting Hat scene from Harry Potter, each dancer awaiting the drop of the guillotine of fate (and reality TV).

“–McClain, who will be partnered with contemporary dancer Keith Kogane!”

Oh shit!

Lance searched the clump of bodies on stage as he stepped forward, seeking out his new partner for the week–and hopefully the week after, and the week after that, if they could keep their asses in the competition.

The guy that stepped up too was slim and a few inches shorter than Lance.

The crowd was stunned into silence.

“I know it’s a little different from what our viewers are used to,” the hostess explained smoothly, “but this year, we decided not to let genders determine our top twenty. Hence, we ended up having some uneven numbers. Besides, partnerships aren’t meant to be dictated by genders!”

Lance and Keith, his partner, made eye contact over the stage apron. Lance could almost taste the electric antagonism that crackled through the air; this was going to be the hardest week of his life.


Fuck it, this would be the hardest week of anyone’s life.

Keith was incredibly talented and somehow just naturally picked up everything the choreographer threw at them, but his patience lasted all of negative ten seconds before he was storming off into a corner because okay, Lance hadn’t quite gotten the footwork down.

“Focus!” the choreographer, who introduced himself as Shiro, yelled for the umpteenth time. “Patience yields focus. Let’s go again from the top. And 5, 6, 7, 8!”

Lance gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the rapidfire choreography. He was actually doing okay, but then he stumbled for the millionth time and Keith let out a growl.

“How the hell did you make it here if you can’t learn something this simple?!”

Lance tried to put on an indignant front, but internally, he was crushed.

“Wow, asshole, you need to step the fuck off,” Lance bit out. Keith did the exact opposite and got a little closer.

“I am not going to let your failure send me home,” Keith hissed between clenched teeth. Lance rose to the bait.

“Because you’re afraid you can’t pull your own damn weight in the solo elimination round?”

“You’re the one who should be afraid, dumbass. You can’t even get this tango down.”

“Boys!” Shiro finally shouted over them, bodily coming between them to push them away from each other. Lance had been so close to Keith he could feel the heated rage rolling off the other dancer in waves.

Shiro stared them down sternly. Both Keith and Lance relented.

“Let’s call it a day. Go cool off for the night. I’ll see you both here bright and early tomorrow, and you’d better have your shit together!”

Keith breezed right out. Lance was too angry to do anything else but trail after him out of the studio.


“Seriously, what is your fucking problem?!” Keith griped.

“Clearly, it’s you! What the hell did I do wrong this time? I’ve got the steps down, you need to actually listen to the damn music instead of rushing through it!”

“You’re always a count behind!”

“No, you’re a count ahead!”

“Do you guys ever stop fighting?” Shiro muttered, massaging his temples.

Lance rubbed at his eyes. He’d come back to the studio to rehearse on his own for a few hours last night, and was too stressed to sleep. They only had a few more days before they had to put this piece on stage, and they weren’t even close to ready. Add that to the fact that any kind of ballroom or Latin dance was maybe a bajillion lightyears away from Lance’s comfort zone of popping, locking, and breaking, and… well, this was a royal shit show.

“Listen, you are literally the worst and I hate working with you as much as you clearly hate me, so–”

“I don’t hate you,” Keith mumbled.

Lance did a double-take.

“I’m sorry, come again?”

“I said, I don’t hate you.” Keith shifted slightly and his eyes dropped to his sneaker-covered feet as he wiped a trickle of sweat from his forehead.

“Oh, well, you could’ve fooled me.”

“Listen,” Keith said softly, and Lance almost wanted to leave just to spite him. Fortunately, he was too much of a wuss to do so. “I… yesterday, I was out of line. You clearly just needed some time for the choreo to sink in. That was unfair of me. I just… I can’t go home on this, okay?”

Lance swallowed. “Okay. Okay, I can get behind that. Let’s… let’s stick it out?”

Keith offered a tiny smile.

“Yeah.”


Showtime passed in a blur of lights and an adrenaline rush. The swell of music propelled Lance through the routine, legs basically moving on their own and muscles burning, screaming with the exertion.

The final move was coming up–it was a risky lift that ended in him catching Keith only inches from the ground, and it was kinda sultry and sexy and shit. Or at least, that was what Shiro wanted, and they hadn’t been able to really get it, even backstage. Lance could feel the nervous tingles rising higher and higher up his spine.

This was it–there was no turning back.

Keith threw himself into the lift with complete blind trust that Lance was gonna catch him. Lance smoothly slid his arm between Keith’s thighs (damn those plies did amazing things) and caught him around the back of his neck with the other. As Keith’s body succumbed to gravity, Lance tried to absorb the acceleration and for one heart-stopping moment, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop Keith’s descent before the floor did.

Somehow, Keith got his arms securely around Lance’s neck and he pulled himself closer. Next thing Lance knew, the music had just ended and Keith’s lips were sealed over his own. He almost wondered if it was intentional or not, but there was the slightest whisper of the tip of Keith’s tongue over his bottom lip and he really hoped the sequined pants would be distracting enough that the entire country of Altea would not be able to see his boner.

One of the judges screamed. Honestly, Lance couldn’t even hear what the critiques were over the pounding of blood in his ears and the way his entire body seemed to ignite from the point of contact where Keith was holding his hand.

“We make a good team,” he breathed as they stepped off the stage. Keith turned back to look at him, eyes bright with exhilaration and mouth quirked into a little smile.


They still ended up in the bottom three pairs. Lance did what he did best and freestyled, throwing in as many elaborate flourishes as he could. Just as he finished a round of air flares that he transitioned to a one-handed spin, the countdown began. Time to throw in the big guns.

3: he took a few steps to gain momentum–

2: threw his weight onto his hands–

1: vaulted off his hands into a double front tuck–

Bam! The music ended with a gong-like sound on which Lance stuck his landing into a smooth roll over his head and onto his feet.

The crowd went wild.

Next, it was Keith’s turn. The hostess introduced him, and when the music started, Lance was caught off-guard. It was a snippet of piano music, so deceptively simple… yet somehow, it felt like it was filling the very air they breathed.

The auditorium was pin-drop silent save for the music and the mesmerizing movement of Keith’s body through air like he was simultaneously weightless and more massive than anything else in the world. He effortlessly pirouetted eight consecutive times in a row before pulling a dead stop in a breathtaking layout, back bowed so far he was a hairsbreadth from catching the ankle of his supporting leg and his opposite leg stretched perfectly straight toward the ceiling. He recovered by counterbalancing his torso with his leg, reversing his body’s trajectory so he was sailing through the air in a front aerial onto his knees, bones hitting the stage with the lightest tap-tap as if he had just stepped down from standing.

Keith moved through an intricate sequence of choreography that put most of Lance’s best locking skills to shame. Then he did some crazy floorwork that Lance couldn’t describe even if he wanted to.

Shit. Keith was fucking incredible.


Somehow they both made it out safe for the week. It was stressful, and Lance was sore, and he never, ever wanted to be in the bottom tier ever again.

Their first rehearsal for the second round went a lot more smoothly than last week’s had, but Keith’s performance was flat. Subdued. Eerily focused to the point of coldness–none of that fiery passion from before.

Lance approached him after their choreographer called it a day. He strolled up to where Keith was sitting with his back against the cool mirror, a spectre of condensation forming behind him on the glass. Lance held out a cold water bottle.

Keith took it and unscrewed the cap. He gulped down half the bottle before his eyes flickered up to Lance’s face.

“Thanks.”

Lance shrugged it off in a companionable way and slid down the mirror so they were sitting close enough that their knees could touch, if they let them. Lance held his distance carefully.

“Everything okay, man?”

Keith’s mouth thinned into a hard line. He didn’t say anything for a long time. Lance let the silence linger for a few moments.

“Hey man–”

“I can’t lose this,” Keith interrupted. His voice was quiet but choked up. Lance’s mouth clicked shut.

“I can’t go back empty-handed, not after everything… dance is all I’ve got left, I have to do this.”

“You’re not going home this wee–”

“That place was not home,” Keith spat, staring off into space. He seemed to be seeing something Lance couldn’t.

“Okay, alright. Wherever it was, you’re not going back there this week. We’re not gonna be in the bottom. We’re gonna do this.”

Keith finally looked–as in really, actually looked–at Lance.

Another few seconds passed.

“You’re a much better dancer than I gave you credit for,” Keith said.

Lance snorted. “Oh, wow, gee, tha–”

“–but even if… even if you weren’t, I’d still be really thankful that I got you as a partner.”

Whoa.

Lance tried not to think about how warm he felt all over.

“Uh, right back at’cha, buddy.”

They lapsed into another silence, but this one was considerably less strained than its predecessors. Eventually, Keith’s head fell onto Lance’s shoulder. Lance just shuffled in a bit closer so he’d be more comfortable.


Happy Lance Month! Yeah, there was some serious sappiness in there. I love dance!AUs since I spent my whole life dancing and I figured I could use all that comp knowledge for good and not evil, but alas…

P R E S S U R E { 8 }

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{Part 1} {Part 7}

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,181

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.

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Every Year, Every Christmas

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Request: Angsty Christmas fic where Bucky’s girlfriend passed away from delivering their baby boy on Christmas Eve.

Warnings: Reader death, death via childbirth, angst, depression, discussion of self-harm

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @buckysbackpackbuckle‘s Christmas song fic challenge and @vividimagines‘ Christmas fic contest and is based on the song Every Year, Every Christmas by Luther Vandross. I strongly considered rejecting this one when it was sent to my inbox, but I wanted to see where I could go with it. An extra big thank you to @imagine-assembling-the-avengers for looking this over for me and making sure it was medically accurate. Needless to say, don’t read unless you feel like having a good cry.

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes


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33. Things you said in the back of the theater

The lights came up, and as the few other moviegoers filed out past them, Scully chanced a look to her left.  Mulder sat rigidly in his chair, a tub of popcorn sitting on his lap where it had been all but forgotten barely ten minutes into the movie.  Scully had hoped, upon noticing that Mulder was no longer fighting her for the popcorn, that it had been because he was too enraptured by what was transpiring on the screen, but the expression of abject horror on his face said otherwise.

For the past three months, Mulder’s desk had sported a homemade page-a-day calendar, each page featuring a different Star Wars quote and its corresponding character.  The calendar had been a gift from the Gunmen, with whom Mulder had planned on seeing “Star Wars: The Phantom Menace” as soon as it opened tonight.  For weeks, Mulder had been gleefully tearing pages off of the calendar, counting down the days, making predictions, and, when Scully failed to catch his enthusiasm (and shot down Frohike’s invitation to join them, sit by him, and share an extra-large popcorn), he’d begun taping each day’s offering to her computer before she arrived in the morning.  For that reason alone, Scully had been looking forward to the movie’s premiere.  Mulder had been particularly incorrigible regarding any page featuring Princess Leia in her infamous gold bikini.

Then, three days ago, a last-minute case in Nebraska had floated across their desks, and even though there was an outside chance it could mean forfeiting his movie ticket if the case ran long, Mulder had had them on a plane almost immediately.  Initially it seemed like they’d be back in DC by Friday afternoon, no problem, and Mulder had been so overexcited on Thursday night that Scully had had a more difficult time than usual kicking him out of her hotel room so she could sleep.  

But then, early Friday morning, disaster had struck: the case had taken a sudden and unexpected turn, and by the time all was resolved, their 2:00 PM flight had come and gone.  Mulder had gone back to his motel room to pack looking so dejected that Scully had taken pity on him and, after some research, had knocked on his door with the news that the small town’s single-screen theater was showing “Phantom Menace” at 8:00.  Would Mulder like to take her to the movies?

The sheer delight in his answering smile was what had sustained her over the past two interminable hours… that, and the score had been pretty good, she had to admit.  Beyond that the film had not, in her opinion, had any other redeeming qualities.  

Next to her, Mulder finally dragged his eyes away from the screen to look at Scully, looking so completely brokenhearted that she nearly leaned over the armrest to hug him.  “Mulder…” she said bracingly.

“Scully… what was that?” Mulder burst out, nearly knocking over the popcorn as his arm flailed out to point at the screen, where the closing credits continued to roll.  

“Mulder, I’m sorry… I know you must be disappointed.”

Disappointed?” Mulder said.  “Midochlorians? That annoying little kid?  Jar Jar fucking BINKS?!”  He shook his head in disgust.  “Scully, ‘disappointed’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.”  Gently, she took his arm.

“Come on, let’s go,” she said, and he stood, following her out of the theater, grumbling all the way through the lobby, divesting himself of his mostly-uneaten popcorn at the front doors.  They exited into the warm May air, and Mulder reached into his pocket to turn his cell phone back on.

“The guys’ll be calling me any minute now, I guarantee it,” he said.  “Wouldn’t be shocked if they’re already making their way to Hollywood.  If we turn on the news tomorrow and hear George Lucas was involved in a mysterious accident in his home, we’ll know who to blame.”

“Something tells me you and the Gunmen aren’t the only severely disappointed fans out there, Mulder,” said Scully.  They walked down the town’s main street, past small businesses shuttered for the night, back towards their motel a few blocks away.

“Fans have been looking forward to tonight for years,” Mulder groused.  “Parents have been passing the original films on to their children, cherishing the idea of their kids having the same experience they did when they first sat in a theater to watch ‘The Empire Strikes back’… and instead… they get this.”

“All this build-up,” Scully mused.  “I know you never dreamed the movie would be this bad… but… in all honesty, could it ever have lived up to the hype?  Could anything ever live up to your expectations after waiting for it for that long?”  Mulder stopped, looking down at her with a little half smile that set her heart racing.  

“I’m sure some things could,” he said, holding her gaze, making her blush.  As she scrambled for something, anything, to say, Mulder’s attention was suddenly caught by something in the window behind her.  He jerked his chin towards it, and she turned to look.  In the bar they were passing, every television was tuned to “The Empire Strikes Back.”  She turned back to him, grinning, and took his arm.

“Come on, Partner,” she said, steering him into the bar.  “I’ll buy you a drink to drown your sorrows, and we can remind ourselves what a real Star Wars movie looks like.”


On Monday morning, when Scully arrived in the office, Mulder’s calendar, with its last few pages neglected while they’d been out of town, was gone from his desk.  Mulder was kicked back in his chair, munching sunflower seeds and flipping through his notes on the Nebraska case.  Scully set down her briefcase and saw, much to her annoyance, that one last calendar page was taped to her computer.

“Mulder,” she sighed, “aren’t we done with this now?”

“Last one, Scully, I promise,” he said… and was he blushing?  Scully reached out to tear the final calendar page from her computer… and caught her breath.  The scene on the little square of paper was from the end of “The Empire Strikes Back,” Princess Leia bidding a tearful farewell to Han Solo before he was frozen in carbonite.  The famous dialogue exchange was printed along the top.

“I love you.”
“I know.”

2x07 bughead drabble

Guys, this is probably the most rushed thing I wrote in my life. I wanted extreme fluff, because I love me some good fluff, so this is basically all just cuddly Bughead. I wrote this Drabble/one shot typa thing a while ago when the 2x07 Bughead promo pics came out, so here you go. Also, protective! Jug is my aesthetic so he’s very much present ;)




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Summary: After losing your Potions textbook, you’re pulled along on this journey to find out Draco’s true feelings for you. 

Word Count: 1,885

Warning(s): Fluff?

Once again, one of my first imagines I’m posting. Please, please give me constructive criticism to help for future work. Thanks for reading, loves! -D 💚💚

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

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it may have taken years (but somehow we got here)

aka First date

Originally posted by chrispratt

THIS IS PART OF A SERIES. IT WILL MOST LIKELY MAKE SENSE BY ITSELF BUT JUST A FOREWARNING.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

PART 10 PART 11

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Cassian x Reader

Words: 2223        

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 1 year and 4 months 

Chapter: 12/20

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Author’s notes: This somehow took me so long to write and I don’t know why. Probably stressed between finals, and my two new jobs so ahhhhhhh save me?! I want to apologize in advance. You’ll know why. Hope you enjoy!!


You woke slowly. The brisk morning air permeated through the blankets and you grumbled, snuggling back into the body behind you. You felt a hand stroke your arm in response and turned burrowing yourself into Cassian’s side.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your hair and you smiled sleepily into his chest.

Waking up like this was your favorite part of the day. Nothing would ever beat how wonderful it felt to wake up in his arms. 

Cassian was yours and you wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.

Officially being with Cassian surprisingly hadn’t changed much about your relationship. Other than the sudden jump in affection. The looks, the words, the kissing, the touching. You didn’t have to hide your affection for each other anymore.

Neither you nor Cassian had ever been ones to share your feelings whether in public or in private. But that had all changed when you met each other. You changed each other. You helped each other grow. And now you weren’t afraid of your feelings anymore. You weren’t afraid to show your love. You weren’t afraid to feel human.

You had thought you and Cassian had been affectionate before, but it was even worse now. You both made sure to take advantage of your days spent on base together.

From meals together to gentle gestures in the hallways, to getting caught making out in the base’s supply closet by General Draven; there was no limit.

Your relationship was the talk of the base. It wasn’t unusual for fellow rebels to get together, but you and Cassian had been building this up for more than a year. Everybody knew it was only a matter of time. And everybody had something riding on it. It was a great distraction for everybody.

The teasing had died down after a few weeks, though the stares didn’t seem to be going anywhere. You didn’t mind because at least it got people’s minds off of the lockdown a few months ago. Everybody was still on edge, but your relationship had been a way out for many.

Everything was going well.

Except for the fact that you still hadn’t gone on a date. It had been months. You had been busy rescuing rebels, and Cassian had been off on espionage missions. It seemed that it would be months before it finally happened. And months it was.


Your first date didn’t happen until four months after you became a couple.

And you should have known that something would go wrong when it finally happened.

You and Cassian hadn’t seen each other in a few days because you were both off on missions. You messaged every day even though it was technically against the rules.

Draven may or may not have sent you a message reprimanding you two, though he knew there was nothing in the universe that could keep the two of you apart.

You definitely missed him. And he missed you. But you were both slowly getting used to it. You and Cassian dealt with it in different ways.

You wouldn’t be able to get through a mission without something to remember him by so you would steal his shirts to sleep in, or sometimes Cassian would give you a trinket to hold onto.

Cassian, on the other hand, would somehow push through his mission without you; however, once he returned he would hold you tight for hours on end, just breathing you in and basking in how safe he felt in your arms.

To him, there was no place like in your embrace.


It was a few days into your mission and you were just about to go to bed when you received a message from Cassian. He was coming to the planet you were currently stationed on.

Even though you were absolutely exhausted, you couldn’t find it in yourself to sleep. You knew he wouldn’t be on planet for another few hours, but all you could think about was seeing him.

The hours slowly ticked by and you continued to pace back and forth in your room, periodically looking out the window for a glimpse of his ship.

Five hours later, you finally saw it. And before you could even stop yourself you were out the door and running towards his landing ship. He had barely even opened the door when you jumped in and barreled into his body, knocking you both to the ground.

Cassian tried to push the two of you up but you groaned in annoyance shoving him back onto the ground. His arms came up around your waist and began rubbing up and down your back. You snuggled your face into his jacket and he chuckled into your hair.

“Miss me?”

You nodded frantically pushing yourself closer.

After a beat of silence, you mumbled, “Mraw rw ywo hur?”

“Need to speak up, fierabrás.” He laughed.

You pulled your face out of his jacket with a sigh, “Why are you here?”

He hummed in acknowledgment, brushing a hand over your hair “That guy you’re rescuing. He never finished his mission. I was sent to gather the intel he was sent to find. Have you found him yet?”

You shook your head leaning heavily against him. Your eyes closed and you hummed nuzzling into his chest. You felt Cassian sit up, pulling your body with him.

Cassian asked softly where your room was and you pulled the key out of your pocket shoving it at him.

He lifted you into his arms and you were out.


The next few days were spent planning your separate missions. You and Cassian made the best of being together away from the base, but you knew it was only a matter of time before you had to go back home.

About a week later, you officially began your mission. It had started off relatively well. You found the rebel. And Cassian went to retrieve the information he needed.

However, everything went to hell when you arrived back at your room. You began packing waiting for Cassian to make it back so you could return back to base. But something didn’t feel right.

Something felt off.

The rebel you had rescued was twitchy and on edge, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Without making it obvious, you slowly reached for your gun that was strapped to your hip. Just as you pulled it out, the door slammed in and stormtroopers stormed the room.

The rebel smirked, kicking the gun out of your hand and shoved you against the wall, before taking off out of the room.

As you dropped to the ground scrambling for your weapon, a stormtrooper kicked you in the stomach and you collapsed against the wall.

You reached your hand out blindly grabbing the first thing you felt, a broom. You gripped it strongly and swung out catching a trooper in the legs and knocking him to the ground.

As you fought off the others you were once again backed against the wall. You whipped out in a panic, catching a few stormtroopers in your path. But you were outnumbered. You could see past the stormtroopers and out the window that the “rebel” you had saved, was entering your ship. You cursed him silently, as you continued to fight.

You were shoved even farther into a corner when an explosion rocked the room.

Cassian.

“Need a hand?”


Cassian managed to fight off the remaining stormtroopers as you slumped down sitting against the wall in pain and shock.

After knocking the last stormtrooper to the ground, he sent a quick message to General Draven telling him what had occurred. Draven told him to hold tight on the planet until someone could come pick the both of you up.

Shutting his comlink, he glanced over at you. You were curled in on yourself, your eyes glazed over.

He walked over towards you and crouched down in front of your slightly shaking body.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, “You alright?”

It took a second, but you nodded at his words.

“Wanna go on that date?”

You looked up into his eyes for a second, before looking down at yourself. His gaze followed yours as he took in your bruised dirt-covered body.

Cassian reached out grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to meet his.

Hey. You’re perfect. “ He said placing a soft kiss on your lips. As he pulled away he felt you lean into him, not wanting your lips to be separated from his.

“Let’s go.” He said pulling you up. He placed his arm around your waist and you both went to find somewhere to eat.


You and Cassian were exhausted, but alive. You both leaned on each other limping at injuries you probably shouldn’t be ignoring.

But in that moment you didn’t care. 

You managed to stumble into a small diner, choosing a table in the back. You fell in a seat with a grunt. Cassian placed his jacket around you and dropped in the seat beside you.

A server came over and took your orders, but before he could scurry away you grabbed his arm, pulling him down to whisper something in his ear.

He smiled looking over at Cassian before taking off into the back.

Cassian looked at you with amusement, not saying anything.

The server came hurrying back a few minutes later grasping a handful of flowers. Cassian’s brows furrowed as you reached out taking the flowers from the server with a quick thank you.

You turned to face Cassian with a beaming smile on your face. You shoved the flowers at him until he hesitatingly reached out.

For me?”

You nodded.

A smile split wide on Cassian’s face as he took them from you and breathed them in.

The next few moments were silent. You stared at each other from across the table not knowing what to say.

Why did this suddenly get awkward? He was your best friend. This shouldn’t be awkward. Just talk to him.

“Um…. Do you want some water?”

Cassian laughed lightly. “I-um…. already have some.” He said gesturing to his full glass.

You groaned dropping your head to the table with a bang.

Cassian’s hand reached out brushing against your head and ruffling your hair.

“Why am I nervous? What do I even have to be nervous about?! I mean we’re best friends! I already know everything about you!”

Cassian tapped your head, silently asking you to sit up.

You did so, a light blush now scattered across your cheeks.

He brushed his hand lightly across your pink cheeks, which only made you blush more.

You grabbed ahold of his hand and pressed a quick kiss to it.

“I love you.” Cassian murmured.

You smiled, “Do you ever think about how we did things so out of order?”

“I wouldn’t have done things any other way.”

“Me neither. I love you too.”


It hadn’t been the date you were expecting, but it couldn’t have been more perfect.

It didn’t matter that you both looked like you had been rolling around in the mud.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t at a fancy diner.

It didn’t matter that it hadn’t been planned.

It just didn’t matter.

Because all you needed was Cassian.

You talked for hours, not hearing the beeping of your comlinks over your laughter. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later that you finally decided to leave.

You were holding tight to Cassian’s hand, swinging in back and forth with a smile, but just as you stepped out the door your whole world exploded. Your body was thrown back, Cassian’s hand being ripped out of yours. Your vision went white, your ears rang, and your head was throbbing. It wasn’t long before everything went black.


You’re not sure how long you had been out, but you came to groaning in agony. You forced your eyes open and tried to sit up, instead falling back to the ground with a whimper of pain. You wildly blinked your eyes trying to focus on the world around you. Your eyes were burning and you frantically rubbed your hand across your face, wincing as the dirt from your hands fell into your eyes.

You pulled at your shirt, scrubbing it aggressively across your face until you were about to make out your surroundings.

Everything was decimated.

Rubble was falling from buildings and smoke was rising from fires that littered the ground. The combination of dust and smoke made it hard to breathe and you couldn’t see far in front of you. As you tried to call out for Cassian, you choked on the dust and coughed, crying out at the pain it caused in your chest.

You rolled over on your side trying to pull yourself up onto your feet when you caught sight of Cassian lying a few feet from you. Finally stumbling to your feet, you took off towards Cassian. You tripped over some rubble, falling to your hands and knees and all but crawling over to Cassian’s motionless body.

Your hands fluttered over him, hesitant to touch him.

Was he breathing?

Just as you lowered yourself to check you felt something solid hit your head. You fell to the ground with a grunt and the last thing you saw was your hand reaching out to Cassian’s lifeless hand.


Author’s notes: *Dodges all the yelling* I’M SORRY?!

Tagged: @ly–canthrope @misswinchester221b @heyjess-marie @latenightbooknerd

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PART 13

Boston General

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Part Eight - As Lovers Go

Master List

Pairing: Misha x Reader
Word Count: 1,683
Warnings: none?
A/N: Holy crap has it been AGES since I’ve posted this, but I caught up on Grey’s Anatomy and it got me in the zone so here is part 8! Huge thanks to Nicole (@iwantthedean​) for help with all the medical stuff. Title comes from As Lover’s Go by Dashboard Confessional. If you’d like to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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You Pt. 1

Originally posted by blessedbyjarry


Part 1 Part 2


Genre: Fluff, High School!Bangtan

Pairing: Namjin (Namjoon x Jin)

Word Count: 1,468

A/N: First and foremost, I think I’ll cancel ‘Not the Sun’ reason being that it’s kinda not fun and I haven’t been motivated to write smut oops. Second, I know I have a habit of cancelling shit but I hope this one and ‘Chin Up’ actually make it to the end. With that said please send requests.


Throughout his life, Jin always knew he was different. In his childhood he didn’t exactly know why, but once he became a teenager it became clearer and clearer exactly what it was that made him different. He knew he couldn’t tell a soul out of fear of rejection, what would happen to him if everyone else knew? Would they cast him out and forget about him? Or would it be worse? Although he trusted his friends, he was still scared to say anything. His head filled with the ‘what if’s?’ After thinking about it a little too much, he decided it was best if he told someone rather than just let it build up inside him and haunt him; but who could he tell? He looked as his friends, all younger than he was and entertained the idea of just telling them all at once without weighing the consequences. Now that would be stupid, so he just evaluated each of his friends; from Jungkook to Yoongi, picking apart the pros and cons. He went home that night, still uncertain of who to tell. As he laid in his bed waiting for sleep to take him over, his phone buzzed next to him. It was Namjoon.

[Namjoon-8:46PM: Yo, you ok? You seemed kinda distant today]

Nothing got past him, Jin thought of lying but he realized this could be his chance.

[Jin-8:47PM: yeah man, just thinking about some stuff]

[Jin-8:47PM: Hey can I tell you something?]

His heart felt like a freight train about to burst through his chest, he felt so nervous he almost thought of just making something up to cover up for what he really wanted to stay.

[Namjoon-8:48pm: Sure, you can tell me anything man]

Here goes nothing.

[Jin-8:48PM: okay but you can’t tell anyone okay?? It stays between us and only us]

[Jin-8:48PM: I think, I might be gay. I’m not sure yet, but I just I don’t know. I don’t feel what I should when I see girls, instead I find other guys attractive. I just don’t know, i had to tell someone I hope this doesn’t change things between us]

[Jin-8:49PM: I’m sorry.]

Namjoon didn’t reply right away, making the heavy feeling in Jin grow. Why wasn’t he replying? What was taking him so long? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he finally replied.

[Namjoon-8:55PM: It’s okay dude, you’re not hurting anyone, and really it’s fine. As long as you know that that’s who you are and are sure of yourself. You should be fine, I completely respect that, and I’m kind of glad you decided to tell me. Don’t worry about it, your secret is safe with me.]

A wave of relief washed over Jin then. He was at ease, and with that he went to sleep. Not worrying about facing Namjoon tomorrow.


The next morning, he went about his day as if nothing had happened. Namjoon didn’t mention it in front of the guys, but once they were walking to class he decided to tease Jin a little.

“So, why’d you tell me specifically? Did I happen to catch your interest?” Even though it wasn’t true, Jin still blushed a little at the thought.

“Y- you wish, there’s no way, dude.” He could only hope Namjoon wouldn’t notice how flustered he really was, which was odd; Jin didn’t really know himself why he was flustered. He kept teasing Jin a little more until they were nearing their respective classes, they said their goodbyes and Namjoon was on his way to his own class. All through class, Jin couldn’t seem to focus on the what the teacher was saying, he kept going over his conversation with Joon. Down to every detail. His voice, his lips, his smile… maybe he was getting a little carried away. By the time class was done he’d managed to spend the whole hour thinking about Namjoon, but he convinced himself that it was completely benign, it meant nothing; nothing to be worried about.


So, the weeks went by. Namjoon still was the only one who knew, and this little secret brought them closer together. They hung out all the time, and managed to spend as much time as possible with each other; so much so, that the others grew kind of envious. Especially Jungkook.

Being the youngest in their circle of friends, Jungkook wanted Jin’s attention the most. He’d known him since he was 16, and was essentially very fond of Jin. Naturally, he wanted to know what was so important that they kept to themselves; what was so special that they couldn’t share with the rest, and- more importantly- with him. He was determined to find out. He just had to figure out how to get it out of them. And so began Jungkook’s little game. He began by being around them as much as he could, in school it was a little harder given they were older than him and his classes were on different sides of the school than theirs, but he managed to still be around them during lunch and tried to find them during passing period. Outside of school, he’d go either to Jin or Namjoon’s place depending on who said yes. Usually it was Jin. There he always tried to bring up different subjects trying to decipher what their secret was. He thought they didn’t notice, unfortunately for Jungkook, they’d caught up since day one; but, they indulged him anyway.

One night, similar to the one in which Jin had broken the news, Namjoon suggested he just tell Jungkook to get it over with. He might as well, since Jungkook was growing impatient at his lack of progress.

“So what, are you and Joon dating or what’s going on?” Jungkook asked, half sarcastically. As soon as Jin heard this, his face went blank, this gave it all away. It clicked immediately in Jungkook’s mind. Perhaps they weren’t dating, yet, but something was going on. He pressed on,

“So you are dating, aren’t you?” His tone was obviously playful, but Jin was still unsure of how to answer. At that moment he decided he’d just tell him.

“No, we aren’t dating, but I do have to tell you something important.” He said, the atmosphere no longer light. All that crossed Jungkook’s mind was ‘Oh shit.’

I’m gay, Jungkook. I’ve had time to really think about it, and I’m sure of what I am now. Namjoon was the only one who knew, and now you know too. Please don’t tell anyone, yeah? This stays between us.” Jin said, looking right at Jungkook, trying to read his reaction. Apart from obvious shock, there was still a hint of curiosity in his face. He then asked,

“But do you like Joon?”

The question took him aback, and he wasn’t really sure to be honest.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Does he know?” Jungkook pressed.

“No, he doesn’t. He’s not into guys.”

Jungkook’s face fell a little at that, he felt a little bad about asking.

“His loss.”


After then, everything went back to how it was. Jungkook stopped being like a tick stuck to Jin and Namjoon, but after Jin had admitted to what he felt, his heart couldn’t help but ache. One sided love is the worst kind of love. But he had to move along with his life all the same, regardless of if Namjoon loved him or not. He’d carry on, just a little lonelier than usual. That isn’t to say that he didn’t cherish their friendship, because he did. Namjoon was very dear to him, maybe even his best friend. So, it had to remain that way, platonic. Longing filled his mind, almost completely. ‘This is ridiculous.’ Jin thought, ‘how can he not notice? It should be obvious…” He entertained a really weird and risky idea, what if he told Namjoon? Would it ruin things between them, or bring them even closer together? He decided to consult someone else before.

[Jin-5:19PM: hey, can I ask you something?]

[Jungkook-5:19PM: ye]

[Jin-5:20PM: Don’t laugh tho ok?]

[Jungkook-5:20PM: lol ok]

[Jin-5:22PM: What if I told joon I liked him?? Like I’m not saying I’m gonna do it but like what if I did tho]

[Jungkook-5:22PM: easy lmao

[Jungkook-5:22PM: don’t lol

[Jungkook-5:23PM: what if he doesn’t even like guys how awkward would that be lmao]

[Jungkook-5:23PM: or find out if hes hiding something 👀]

Maybe, for once, Jungkook had a bright idea. What if he managed to find out if Namjoon was into guys? The question is how? The answer was obvious.

[Jin-5:25PM: You’re right, care to investigate that?]

[Jungkook-5:25PM: already on it😎]

That was very easy, but Jin decided that was okay with him. There was nothing left to do but to wait and see what Jungkook could get out of Namjoon.

A Study in Pink; trixya (ch.2) -erin

a/n; hi everyone!! I hope people enjoyed chapter one, and if not, oh well. again, please feel free to submit your thoughts, critiques, or questions to the aq ask!! thank you for reading, also let me know if I should include my twitter handle in the next chapter?? love y'all <3

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Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad: Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Night & Day

I woke up in Mr. Leto’s arms. Faint rays of sunshine from the early morning peeked through the window, forcing me to open my eyes. I searched the room, blinking myself into he reality of awareness.

The navy walls of his room were the essence of lush against the finest mahogany dressers and night stands to match. I turned to the nightstand on my side of the bed. A carved wooden lamp sat in elegance. There were carvings and designs that would take hours to truly appreciate in its entirety. My eyes followed the corner of his room that led to his dressing area.

There hung all of his black suits, an array of dress shirts, and ties - most likely for all those fancy house showings Allegra’s told me about. His shoes were nicely placed. Mr. Leto was a very fancy man. I envisioned him in one of his suits and chills spread all over me.

Everything in his room was neat down to the pictures jutting out from the mantles in his room.

Various pictures of Allegra from various stages of her life stared back at me from across the room. I turned my head to the other side of his room; she was the last thing I wanted on my mind. Next to this photo array, was Mr. Letos perfect bathroom and of course, the full length mirror that I know too well. My eyes brought me back to Mr. Leto next to me.

His eyes were still closed, lost in the realm of sleep. He looked peaceful, almost childlike. It’s so hard to believe he’s 45. Wait, so that means I slept with a…I shook myself out of my thoughts. Reality tried to seep into my mind to make me realize the crazy act I committed last night, but I pushed it away to the back of my mind. It’s not taking away my happiness. It’s like Mr. Leto said last night, ‘their just numbers… and they can be erased…’ I laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling as I mused over our conversation last night.  

I pushed myself up, getting my bearings together. Soreness in my lower abdomen stopped me, I froze as I tried to maneuver in the bed without feeling it, but I couldn’t. It was a throbbing sensation that crawled up my lower back. No matter how I moved I still felt it. I huffed out I tried to lie back down and try this again, but my stirring woke him. His fingers grazed my arm, his hand as warm as the sheets that engulfed us. 

“What time is it?” he asked. His low and raspy voice caressed my ears. It was the sexiest sound I ever heard. Even waking up in the morning, he was flawless.

He looked back at the alarm on his table. “It’s 8:35, you better head back downstairs, sweetheart. The girls will be up soon.” He stroked my cheek before getting up to stretch. Every muscled in his carved back riveted, he was poetry in motion. I took this moment to take in his back as he stood.

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