i finally finished it now i can go to bed

Stupid (Yoongi/Reader Fluff)

Summary: It’s 2:45 am and Min Yoongi’s at your door. Stupid.

(( Note: Lol, hey guys… Guess who’s not dead. *Me (I think)* Sorry I went on hiatus out of nowhere :/ Can’t say that I’m back officially because like the last time I said that I was gone three months after (hehe). So I’m semi back I guess? I’ve been missing those active Tumblr days so much, I wish I can be on more, idk what will happen in the future but I’ll try my best to post more scenarios and just overall be more active :) HOPEFULLY SMH—Also I know nothing about piano/music writing, I apologize for any mistakes and please please listen to the song it’s really pretty ))

Literally, what the hell.”

You stared at your best friend, completely dumbfounded by the fact that you were even staring at him considering that it was pitch black and cold as shit out. In other words, it was 2:45 in the morning and no other than Min Yoongi was standing there right in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his large coat along with a fluffy scarf wrapped countless times around his head, hot air from his mouth puffing out into the frozen winter air. 

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When I Was Jungkook // JK x Reader

Formerly known as Salt and Pepper

This was a little random. I had the idea to write about what would happen if Jungkook and Y/N switched lives and bodies, and had to go through the other person’s life, kinda like Freaky Friday. I thought it’d be funny haha, but this one is a lil random. I loved writing it though, so let me know if you want a part 2?

Genre: comedy, fluff, i can make this somewhat smutty in future if ya’ll want hehe
Jungkook x reader
Length: 9k words

YOU closed the lid of your laptop with a sigh, pushing it to the side and running your fingers through your hair. Leaning back in your chair and eyeing the clutter of your desk, you basked in the realisation that now you could finally go to sleep. You looked over at the clock next to your bed to find that it was 2:43am. You had only just finished everything now. And you still knew that soon enough you’d be assigned another twenty things.

Being a university student meant that you were given barely time to even breathe around all the work your professors set for you. What with your job added onto all of that, the amount of stress you dealt with on the daily was crazy. But you dealt with it regardless because you were passionate about what you were studying, and if this is what you had to do to reach the place you wanted to get to then so be it.

Your job was one thing you were less enthusiastic about, but that couldn’t be helped. Your tuition wasn’t going to pay itself.

Besides all the stress and work, you liked to think you were a cheerful and optimistic person. You were reasonably confident that at some point your life would stop being as damn repetitive as it was now. Work, lecture, study, sleep, repeat. You hated to admit that your life was dull, but it really was. There wasn’t much else to say about it, if you were honest.

Pulling yourself out of your desk chair hurt far too much. You’d been sitting still there for so long that your back absolutely killed now that you’d straightened out. Your bedroom door opened as you sat down on your bed, allowing your dog to wander lazily into the room. He immediately came to you and rose up to rest his paws on your thighs, trying to lovingly lick your face. You pushed his head away from you with a soft chuckle, mindful of the fact that the rest of your family would definitely be asleep by now. Cookie must have gotten bored of staying in your sleeping sister’s room again, which would be why he was now here trying to lick your cheek as you tried to keep his tongue off of your skin.

Eventually you fought him off and managed to lie down with your head resting on your pillow. Your poor rejected Cookie took the hint that you were going to sleep and curled up in a fluffy ball next to your body. You lay there for a minute petting his curly fur for a few minutes, just thinking. Right before your eyes fluttered closed, you wished for the fiftieth time that your life would change from dull and repetitive to somewhat eventful. At least you could dream of what it would be like.

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anonymous asked:

Hola! Can I ask forma an angst with Namjoon? W/ a sad ending hehe thanks 💕💕

Title: I Guess We Changed (Namjoon x Reader)


Genre: Fluff + Angst

Summary: You and Namjoon belong to a close-knit trio of underground musicians. Everything changes when Namjoon lands a major record deal.

Word count: 1.5k words

Namjoon let his head fall onto your shoulder, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion. You peered at the clock hanging on the wall of your “studio”–it was really just a shabby apartment you shared with two other musicians. It was just past three in the morning.

“Yoongi, our collab can wait a few more hours,” you groaned, sinking further into the tattered couch. “Let us sleep.

“I have an early shift. Need to do this now,” Yoongi grunted, still smashing away at his keyboard. “Plus, inspiration is a fickle mistress.”

“Dude, our stage isn’t for another two weeks,” Namjoon argued tiredly. “Our set’s pretty much complete, anyway.”

“If you guys are tired, just go to bed,” Yoongi sighed, finally turning to look at you. “I’ll finish as much as I can now and we can work on it tomorrow.”

You and Namjoon leapt up at Yoongi’s dismissal, eager to go to bed. Namjoon practically sprinted out of the living room, disappearing into your bedroom with a loud crash. The sound of Namjoon’s muffled cursing carried throughout the flat.

Before you turned to follow Namjoon, you paused and looked at Yoongi. His eyes were ringed with purple and he had lost weight. Frowning, you walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Get some rest, okay?” you asked quietly, squeezing him gently. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“I will, Y/N,” Yoongi said with a small smile. “Go fucking spoon your boyfriend now, or whatever it is you two do.”

“We’re not dating!” you called over your shoulder as you walked away. That was the truth–sure, you were intimate, but Namjoon didn’t like to label things. And, well, you liked Namjoon.

In your room, Namjoon was already half asleep, nestled underneath a mountain of blankets. He roused at your entrance, his eyes opening slightly. You slipped into the bed with him, Namjoon’s arms wrapping around your waist instinctively.

“Night,” you whispered, leaning into Namjoon’s larger form. He radiated warmth, lulling you to sleep easily.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice gravelly, and kissed the back of your neck. His arms tightened around your body as you both slipped into a deep slumber.

The next morning, you slowly slipped from the covers of sleep. You were met by the sight of rays of golden sunlight streaming in through the open window, casting the room in a warm glow. Nearby, you could feel the constant heat of Namjoon’s body, although he was no longer laying beside you.

“Namjoon?” you called groggily, pushing yourself upright.

He was sitting at the foot of the bed, hunched over looking at his laptop. Namjoon’s eyes were wide, and his shoulders appeared to be shaking.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, crawling towards him. You hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “What’s up?”

“I got the record deal,” Namjoon said, his voice coloured with disbelief. “T-they emailed me this morning. They want me to go to Gangnam to discuss contract terms.”

“Holy shit,” you gasped. “Oh my god, Namjoon! That’s amazing!”

Namjoon turned to you, a huge smile finally illuminating his face. His cheeks dimpled endearingly. “I did it, Y/N,” he laughed. “I’m gonna make it.”

You laughed with Namjoon, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushed you down so he was laying on top of you. With some difficulty, he kissed you, smiling too much for it to last long. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, Namjoon sighed in contentment.

Tugging at the bottom of Namjoon’s shirt, you bent your head down to whisper into his ear. “I think this calls for celebration, no?”

Much later that morning, you found yourself curled against Namjoon’s chest. The heat between your bare bodies was both comforting and overwhelming. He traced patterns against your back, his fingers travelling across the ridges of your spine. You practically melted into his touch.

“I’m so proud of you, Joonie,” you mumbled into his skin. “The world’s finally ready for you.”

“You’re going to be right there with me,” he replied with conviction. “If I can make it, so can you.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” you giggled. A darker train of thought passed over you. You bit your lip nervously. “But if that doesn’t happen, don’t forget about me, okay?”

“Don’t talk like that,” Namjoon scolded gently. Then, he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. “But how could I ever forget about you?”

“About us, I mean,” you said, blushing slightly. “What’s going to happen with us?”

“We’re going to be just fine,” Namjoon replied. “Our situation might change, but that doesn’t mean we have to as well.”

Two weeks later, Namjoon was in Gangnam and you and Yoongi were still in the sketchier parts of Seoul. You had to rearrange your entire set, awkwardly trying to fill in the gaps Namjoon’s absence had left.

When you and Yoongi performed, you made a good duo. The audience responded enthusiastically to the harmony of Yoongi’s raspy, carnal rap and your sweet melodies. But you both felt wrong–something was missing. To date, it had been your worst performance.

That night, you and Yoongi took the bus home. How glamorous, you thought bitterly, replaying the video’s Namjoon had sent you of his new dorm. It was small, but still much nicer than the tiny, rundown apartment you used to share with him. Since Namjoon was no longer contributing rent money, you and Yoongi took on extra shifts at your part-time jobs.

But difficulties aside, you simply missed him. Your blankets still carried his rich scent, his belongings were still scattered throughout your room. His sweaters hung from chairs and his shoes still sat in the doorway. Sometimes, it seemed like he never really left.

Your cell phone vibrated. It was a text from Namjoon.


How’d the show go, babe?

SENT 4:19 AM

it was ok. it’s weird performing without u


Don’t get used to it! We’re gonna make it big as a trio

SENT 4:21 AM

of course joonie~ go get some sleep now ok?


I will. Talk to you tomorrow

You looked up from your phone, watching familiar scenery roll past the windows of the bus. Beside you, Yoongi had fallen asleep, his head being jostled with every bump in the road. When the bus finally reached your stop, you shook Yoongi gently. The two of you walked the rest of the way home in companionable silence.

Two months later, you and Yoongi were stuck in the same position–the one you had been in for years. You and Yoongi released more and more recordings online, which brought little to no recognition and even less income.

Still, you mailed out CD’s and emailed files relentlessly. It felt like you sent hundreds out a day. Sometimes you’d receive a response, only to be invited to auditions with kids who were still in elementary school. You’d scoff at that.

“We should just make our own fucking label,” Yoongi would say sometimes, bitterness seeping into his tone.

At this time, Namjoon hadn’t been in as frequent contact as before. He texted less and hardly ever called. But he was training hard, and he sounded exhausted whenever you did talk to him.

By now, the sheets had lost their scent. You and Yoongi quietly packed away the remainder of Namjoon’s belongings–the one’s he didn’t deem important enough to bring with him, but were the world to you. They sat in a box, pushed into a dark corner of the apartment.

Slowly, Namjoon began to fade out of your life. The first time you walked into your flat, not expecting to see Namjoon spread across the sofa or on the floor, you realized that he was truly gone.

Two years later, you and Yoongi were working as songwriters. You sold your demos to some substantial companies, making your revenue off royalties. It was enough to make a living, and you could quit your day jobs.

Also, Namjoon had finally debuted.

You found out when one of the accounts you followed on Twitter shared a news article about him. Since Namjoon had stopped talking to you, any information you received was secondhand.

His music was nothing like you were expecting. It sometimes sounded manufactured, and his lyrics were no longer dark, cynical, or meaningful. He called himself Rap Monster, but his music was still tailored for the masses. It sounded like hip hop, but it didn’t feel like it.

Namjoon got popular pretty quickly. Soon, you could hear his music on the radio and he appeared on TV. Every time Yoongi heard him, he would change stations.

“Sellout,” Yoongi would spit.

But when you were alone, you would listen to Namjoon’s music. The familiar deep drone of his voice and the rapid, piercing intonation of his rap–it was a quiet comfort and a painful reminder. You missed the rapper who would perform passionately beside you. You missed the boy who would kiss you goodnight and good morning. Most importantly, you missed Namjoon, who would make you laugh, think, love, and cry.

The brightest boy in your life had left you with nothing but unwanted belongings and unanswered “what ifs?”

- Girl in Luv

Writing angst physically hurts me. My heart…it’s dead. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Our requests are open, so send us anything or reference our prompts page if you’d like. Thanks for the support! 

Just A Little Help | Part 2 |

Hi! I finally finished it! God, it took me so long to do so. I usually write before I got to bed, but I figured that I should finish it now because I already had the ending planned out. Should I make a part 3 where the tell Gemma and Michal? I need suggestions, so please feel free to drop me an ask! Also, sorry for any mistakes!



The overall seriousness in his voice and Gemma’s despairing facial expression made you extremely concerned about their issue. The small smile on your face faded.

“Yeah, ok… let me go wake Harry. You two can head to the lounge if you want.” You imparted before slipping out.

As you walked up the stairs, you had begun to get more curious about what they wanted to talk about. What could be so important that they had to come over at such short notice?

“H? Love?” You whispered as you reach the inside of your bedroom. “Harry, wake up.” You said slightly louder, walking over to him.

He moaned quietly in response.

“Harry? Gemma and Michal are here.” You cooed and ran your hand threw his soft hair.

“Tell ‘em I’m busy…” Harry groaned sleepily. His eyes were still closed as he tried to snuggle closer into the the blanket.

“I think it’s important.” You said in a hushed voice and stretched your hand out for him to take.

Harry sighed. He took your hand and allowed you to help him up. He quickly slipped into his slippers before following you out of the room, down the stairs, and into the living room.

As soon as you entered the room, you heard sniffling and almost inaudible reassured ‘it’s okay’s.

“Hey, hey. What’s the matter, Gem?” Harry gushed, walking quickly towards his sister. You rushed behind him and rubbed her back as Harry hugged her tightly.

Gemma stayed quiet for a moment as she wiped away a few tears. “Why don’t you two have a seat first?”

You and Harry looked at each other confused. You shrugged at him and afterwards you both sat down.

“There’s really no way to ask this, Y/n. I’ve known you for nearly ten years and you’re one of the very few people I could confide in for this favor.” Gemma paused for a moment before continuing, “A few days ago, we found out that we’re incompatible to conceive together. I have major tube blockage, and our doctor says that we have a few options: we could adopt or we could find someone to carry my egg and his sperm. We just want to know if you’d consider being our surrogate.”

You were dumbfounded to say the least. You had absolutely not been expecting this. At all.

Your blankly confused face had begun to scare Gemma and Michal.

“I… I don’t know.” You managed to get out.

“You don’t have to do it. We understand if you don’t. We just wanted to ask before we look into adoption.”

“I think we should talk about this together thoroughly first. Then, we can give you an answer.” Harry piped in.

You nodded, finally having processed it.

Gemma and Michal had left not long after.

Harry plopped down on your shared king-sized bed after patiently finishing his nightly routine and he successfully tucked all three kids in.

You, on the other hand, had been procrastinating from the moment Gemma and Michal had left, to now. You thought about it immensely, weighing all the pros and cons you could think of. This was a very tough decision to make, but it would determine a couple’s entire future.

Two very important people in your life.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” Harry drawled, pulling the duvet over his legs. He sat up with his back against the headboard and his right hand reaching for yours.

“I think so,” you cleared your voice, “I thought about it a lot. I mean, I think I’m getting a little old, don’t you? But she’s much older than me, she’s already reached past the safety limit. Even if she could have children she would not only be putting her baby’s life in danger, but her own.” You looked at him unsure.

Harry nodded. He didn’t quite know what to say, but he wanted to make sure you knew he understood.

“Do you think I should do it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“As her brother, I think it would be amazing if you could give her and her husband the most beautiful gift of life. But as your husband, I don’t necessarily think this is the best idea because we have a daughter and two toddlers to look after, and this would only bring you more stress.” He spoke profoundly. He gave your hand tight squeeze. “This is completely up to you, though. You know I’ll always support your decision.”

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him. “Maybe I should sleep on it for now.”

Harry hummed, agreeing. “I love you.” He said, kissing your lips before fully lying in bed.

“I love you, too.” You replied. Finally turning the lamp on your bedside table off, and crawling in next to Harry.

It was very early in the morning when you woke up. The sun had not yet set, so you decided that you would go downstairs to the front porch and watch it rise with a warm cup of tea.

You sat up carefully in bed, cautious not to wake Harry. Once you got out, you slipped into one of Harry’s jumpers that he left on the floor next to his unclaimed side of the bed. You shook you head and scolded his sleeping frame. You figured you’d yell at him later.

You made slow and quiet steps down the hall to check on Amelia first, then the twins who were all still asleep and well in each of their beds. Afterwards, you set off to the kitchen to make a small cup of tea and bring it outside with you.

It was slightly chilly outside, but the warmth of Harry’s jumper was enough to keep you content for the next few moments. You snuggled closer to it as you sat comfortably on the porch swing and drank your tea. Birds chirping and the wind blowing was nearly all you heard.

You had been out there for a while, sipping on tea and watching the sun finally rise completely. You hadn’t even noticed the sound of the front door opening until it was slowly closing and the cushion you were sitting on had dipped.

You swung your head around to catch Harry settling down beside you. He had a pair of custom made pajama bottoms with “Styles” perfectly knit on the left side, and an old band tee that he had gotten the hang of using to sleep. You noticed he had a baby monitor in one of his hands.

“Thought you’d be out here.” He said while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “'Woke up just now and you weren’t in bed.”

You hummed in response and snuggled into his warm side.

“It’s a bit cold out here, don’t you think?” He asked, smiling down at you. Harry grazed his hand along your naked arm. It was cold, and goosebumps could be felt. Even though it wasn’t a long while, you had been quiet ever since he had stepped outside. He frowned before asking, “what are you thinking?” You seemed to be really deep in thought.

“I… I think I want to do it.” You replied.

“What do you mean?” He began rubbing your arm after placing the baby monitor he had held, in between his legs.

“I think I want to be to be Gem’s surrogate.” You answered a little more confident.

Almost immediately, he stopped his movements. “What? Are you sure?” He stuttered. He seemed to be somewhere between happy and a bit concerned.

“Of course, I am. It’s going to be so wonderful to help them with their dream of being parents. Even if it’s just a little help.” You grinned, holding onto his hand.

“A little help?” He grinned back, “baby, you’re *giving* them their dream of being parents. It’s so amazing of you to do this.” Harry embraced you in his arms and held you tightly. “I think I love you even more, if it’s possible.”

How the Batboys would take care of their PMSing S/O- Tim Drake

“Tim?” you asked, lifting your head from your pillow. “Are you almost done?”

“Uh huh,” he replied and kept typing on his computer.

You groaned, “You said that thirty minutes ago, Tim.  I can’t get the medicine without feeling like someone is carving out my stomach.”

“Uh huh,” he repeated and took a sip of his coffee.

“If I have to get up, Tim, you’re sleeping on the couch.  Well, whenever you are going to sleep,” you warned him, but still didn’t take his attention away from the computer.

You glared at the back of his head and grabbed his pillow, launching it directly on his head.

“What the heck, (Y/N)?” he asked and finally turned around, tossing the pillow back on the bed.  “I need to finish this!”

“And I need the pain medicine that I asked you to get over thrity minutes ago!” you said and glared at him.

His glare instantly melted, “Are you okay?”

“No I’m not, Tim,” you replied.  “Can you please go get the medicine now?”

Tim nodded, “I’ll go get it, and then I’m going to bed.  I think I overworked myself.”

“Like you always do,” you added.

Tim smiled and shook his head, “Don’t make me change my mind.”

He walked out of the room and into the bathroom, grabbing the medicine before flopping onto the bed.  You snatched the meds from his hand and drank it with the warm tea you kept on your stomach.

“Thanks, Tim,” you said and placed the mug on the nightstand. “Since you’re here, can we cuddle?”

“Yup,” he agreed and scooted closer to you, draping his arm over your waist.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay, but next time you’re really sleeping on the couch.”


(A/N): So, my birthday is coming and I thought about this during the ‘English Terminology’ class. I wanted to write something with Steve because I’m slowly falling for this man. Anyway, this is pure fluff and I’m satisfied with this work. Sorry for mistakes. O:)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warning: fluff, language (not much)  

Words: 3051


Originally posted by naih-reedus


               The clock alarm went on at exactly 7 AM. It was Wednesday – the day she wished didn’t exist; the day she wished she was somewhere else and not in the tower. They all knew about this day and all she wanted was some peace and quiet. Why celebrate the fact that you are one year closer to the death? Why do even people celebrate birthday? Last year, Tony threw her a massive surprise party and she ran away after two hours. She couldn’t stand it – too many people.

               (Y/N) got up and looked at the empty space next to her. He wasn’t there. Fury sent him on a risky mission and he was supposed to be back tomorrow evening. She sighed and scratched the back of her head. Her heart did have one small wish – spend the day with Steve, stay in the bedroom, cuddle and sleep. No parties, no presents, nothing. Just the two of them would be perfect. But he wasn’t there. It’s been almost a month since he went on a mission and it sucked.

               The first thing she did was a long hot shower. It was a ritual – washing her hair, shaving legs and other parts of her body, putting on a special shower gel that got rid of the old dead skin. Every girl did that. It was a part of the daily routine. After she got out from the shower and dried her hair, it was time to put on some proper formal clothing. Fury wanted to send Maria to a special meeting, but (Y/N) took it before her friend could say otherwise. It was a plan – to do as much as possible. No one would bother her while doing her work. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair was in a proper bun, she put on a nude make-up and the tight clothes showed her figure perfectly.

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Almost got caught (Part 3)

For the first time ever, this is the best sleep i had ever have in my life. Not to exaggerate but i feel like i am floating in the air right now. Even in my sleep, i can smell the sweet scents of vanilla. I wonder why? This feels to good to be true. I can feel myself smilling in my sleep. This feels good. I don’t want to ever wake up. I would not hesitate to kill anybody that try to wake me up right now.

I breathe out a long and deep sigh when i feel someone pull me by the waist. I can feel some heat radiating near me. Its really near too.. wait.. what am i hugging right now? While trying to gather the strength to open my eyes and getting used to the light, i heard a soft moan. I frozed immediately. My eyes flew open as soon as i heard the noise.

I slowly took a peek at the person i am cuddling so close with just to have my nose meeting with a pink fluffy hair. Soon realisation hit me. Jimin hyung slept with me yesterday!! Maybe that is why i can sleep so well. I tried to look at his face but it was covered. He is literally breathing on my neck right now or should i say that he is breathing on my adams apple? His breathing is slow and steady, slowly hitting me with his hot breath. I can hear soft snores coming from him and it sounds so adorable. I am about to combust right now. Everything is so fluffy but its giving me a tough time too with him being so near my adams apple. His lips is barely touching them. I gulped at the sensation. I can alsl feel his hand around my waist, holding me so tight. I was still holding him like the night before too. My arms is kind of sore now but i can’t bring myself to wake jimin up.

Its okay jeon. You can endure this. This is one of the reasons to why you started working out. Don’t fail me muscles! I took this opportunity to bring jimin closer, pulling him by the waist. I left my left arm around his waist, rubbing his back from time to time. After that, i started playing with his hair. I run my hand through his hair from the back of his nape, moving upwards. I found myself smilling at how soft he is.

The thought that this will all end, saddens me. I continue doing so for i don’t know how long.

I was so into my thoughts that i did not realise that the hand on my waist moved. Suddenly, i felt a sensation on my back. Like someone rubbing my spine. I frozed. He’s awake judging from the movement.

“Why did you stop?” I can feel his breath on my adams apple. It is so near to my skin. As if he was about to kiss me.

Upon hearing that rough and deep voice, i let go of my grip around his waist.

“Hyung? Did i wake you up?”

Finally he looked up at me with his hand still around my waist, never letting go. Oh god..If he was cuter yesterday, he is more cuter cuter today. You get it? He looks so cute. His face is a bit puffy and his eyes is so cute. Oh and his lips is extra puffy after waking up. I would kiss it if i could but i have to hold myself back.

“Good morning kookie” AWWWWW SO ADORABLE OMGOMGOMG KILL ME NOW. I DON’T MIND DYING!!(JK inner mind going insane)

“G-good morning hyung. Did you sleep well? Did i wake you up?”

Jimin hyung looked at me in the eyes for like 5 seconds before answering me. That was intense. I almost look away.

“Its the best sleep i had ever have in my life. You didn’t wake me up so don’t worry.”

He immediately snuggle back like he was before. He rubbed his nose at my neck area and he breathe out a long sigh of content . I froze at the action. He is driving me insane. Park jimin is a dangerous guy. Why did fall in love with him.


“Why did you stop?”

I was confused at what he is trying to say here. Stop what?

“Huh?stop what?”

He looked up at me with a glare and a small pout on his cute lips. Its not even intimidating. More like cute? I’m whipped guys..

“Kookie~ keep playing with my hair”

It sounded more like a plea than a demand. I let out a soft chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” awww that pout he is having right now is so adorable. I want to kiss it so badly. Arghh!!

“Nothing hyung. You were so cute thats all”

Something in jimin’s eyes change for a moment when i said that. Oh shit. Is it disgusting? I shouldn’t have said that.. we looked at each other for 5 seconds straight in silence. I was mentally killing myself and preparing for what jimin hyung is going to say only to see a soft smile on his lips.

“I’m manly though kookie”

I mentally heaved a sigh of relief. That was close..

“Yeah okay hyung, i "believe” you"

Jimin lightly smacked my back when he heard the sacarsm in my sentence.


I let out a soft laugh at his words. Jimin also laugh along with me. Again, he snuggled so near that i almost had a heart attack. This time i continued playing with his hair. I can feel jimin hyung smilling against my skin. With our legs tangled together, he continued rubbing my back gently. My heart feels so full of love right now. Even though i knew this is just something friendly. We lay down there for about 30 minutes. All we did was just cuddling.



“I’ll be cute only for you okay?”

Before i can ask what he meant by that, the bedroom door flew open. We were both shocked at the sudden intrusion and quickly let go of each other. We both sat down on the bed facing the intruder. Turns out to be jin hyung. I should have locked the door before sleeping. Jin would always invade my bedroom without warning.

He stood there a bit shock at what he just saw. We were both staring at him.

“Umm oops? Sorry for disturbing..”

I gave my deadliest glare at jin hyung for interrupting my once in a lifetime chance. Before i can retaliate, i feel someone pulling me by my waist. What?

“Jin hyung. How can you just come in like that. I was busy cuddling with kookie and you just had to..”

My eyes grew two times larger at the statement. Did jimin hyung just?.. why?what? I can feel his grip around my waist tightened.

Jin hyung and jimin hyung were as if talking with their eyes. What is happening? I kept looking between both of them for like 10 seconds before jin hyung finally break the ice.

“Okay! Umm. Breakfast is ready. I will wait for you guys outside.. take your time.. bye..”

He finally went out of the room.. i looked at jimin hyung who still have his hand around my waist. He was still looking or more like glaring at the door even though jin hyung was already gone. I wonder why?

“Umm hyung? Shall we go?”

“Yeah. Lets go kookie”

He finally let go of his grip and slide of the bed. He slowly stretched his body when he stood up. All i can say is.. beautiful as always. I sat at the edge of my bed waiting for jimin hyung to finish stretching while admiring how he look right now.

I was busy looking when jimin squat down to look me in the eye. My heart skipped a beat again. At this rate, i might really die. He gave me the sweetest smile that can legit really save the world. I smiled an awkward smile back(nice going jungkook). Suddenly his face went serious. He scoot nearer that i can see myself in his eyes.

“Jeon jungkook”

I gulped at how serious he sounds. His voice so low and raspy. He would always call me by my nickname but when he calls my full name, i can feel shivers running down my spine and it will always make me feel hot(?)..


My heart was beating so wildly that i bet he could hear me. What is he trying to do now?

“Close your eyes”

I tilt my head abit in confusion. I wonder what he is trying to really do. Without hesitation, i closed my eyes, trusting jimin. Alot of thoughts run through my mind at the moment until i feel jimin’s hand at the back of my head, playing with my hair like how i did with his. I let out a sigh of content.

Suddenly, i felt something warm on my forehead. My heart beat 100 times faster if that was possible when i realised that its jimin’s lips all this while. He is kissing my forehead right now. It lingers there for like 5 seconds and it ends with a soft peck.

I still kept my eyes closed. I can still feel his hand running through my hair gently.

“Thank you jungkook”

I mentally let out a sigh of dissapointment when he finally let go of me. I can bet you that i am blushing so hard right now. Jimin could even see it but who cares. The Park Jimin kissed me. Even though its just on the forehead, its still gold okay.

“Lets go kookie”

As soon as i opened my eyes, he took my hand in his, leading me out of the room to the dining table. Along the way, i watched jimin hyung from the back. I smiled at what just happened but again, i don’t want to put any hope that we can be more than that. Its giving me some light but i don’t want to walk towards it. What if its just a friendly gesture.. i can’t assume anything. This is my first time ever, feeling this way.

I never experienced something like this. I was never interested in other guys or girls. Its only jimin hyung who made me feel this way. It may be my first love but it will never be my last..

When we walked into the kitchen, everyone looked at us with a knowing look. I blushed when i realised that we are still holding hands. I don’t want to be rude to just pull my hands off, so i made an excuse of wanting to go to the toilet.

When he let go, i feel so empty.. this feels so shitty man. Love.. its beautiful at times but there would always be pain. Sucks to be me.

After that, we all had our breakfast as per normal well, except yoongi hyung. Bet he is stilk sleeping. Everyone talking like they always do. Sometimes i can feel jimin hyung looking at me and we would make eye contact at times. I would get so flustered and looked down at my food.

Why is he such a natural flirt. I hate him for making me so flustered. Park jimin.. born to flirt naturally.

Side note: i am feeling good today, so i updated again. How is this chapter? Tell me your opinion so far. Love you guys💕

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HamLaf Prompt: Hamilton stays up too late writing and Laf has to drag him to bed and lecture him then they just snuggle

Alexandre, come back to bed,” Lafayette mumbled, eyes still closed. The room was dark and cold, and Lafayette could only see Alexander’s outline. “Now.” He added, when Alexander didn’t go to move. “Alex?”

“Huh,” Alexander replied, finally looking up and turning to face him. “What did you say?”

“I’m telling you to come here and cuddle me. I’m cold.”

“I guess I can cuddle you,” Alexander said. “Let me finish the page, though.”

“No! You’ll never cuddle me if I let you continue. Come to bed now.” Lafayette said, sitting up. Shivering slightly, he pulled the blankets up so they covered his shoulders. “Please?”

Hearing the begging note in his tone, Alexander nodded, quickly closing his laptop and placing it on his desk, before slipping the bobble out of his hair and laying next to Lafayette.

Lafayette cuddled him immediately, and they both warmed up fairly quickly.

“I love you,” Alexander muttered.

“I love you too,” Lafayette replied, placing a kiss on Alexander’s forehead. “Even if you go to bed at the worst times.”

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Working Too Hard

Characters: Magnus and Alec

Warnings: fluff, and lots of it 

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for a while. I had a few spare hours that I probably should’ve been studying for but I wrote something instead. I hope you enjoy.

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5.13.2017 12:30 AM: Such a busy day, and a late study night! I just finally finished rewriting chapter one of my biology notes, and I’m pretty proud of them. My teacher loved them, too. She told me I could be a biological process illustrator!! I’m going to bed now because I’ve gotten to a semi-final stopping place, but I hope to continue my success this weekend, I have a lot to do!

13 (Sa). What’s your favorite song at the moment?

I don’t know if I can pick just one! I study almost exclusively to Shakira and Fall Out Boy, because they both have music that peps me up. But out of Fall Out Boy’s songs, Uma Thurman or the Phoenix are probably among my favorites. I love the entire two albums they are from~

terrible coffee accountability before I go to bed:

Feels like I got nothing done today. I blame JiB and our boys - those two were insufferable all day and it was beautiful. 

So I finally finished the Destiel commission! Now I’ve moved onto another - a Lucifer/Cas/Dean fic set in the Endverse. 

However, before I got commissioned for this, I was able to get a chunk of the next part of 4′s Company written - so hopefully I can push out the commission tomorrow and if I’m lucky, 4′s Company tomorrow or the next day - I am so sorry for making y’all wait so long for that. Things just keep coming up. 

At this point I’m ready to fall asleep at the computer. I’m throwing in the towel - bed I go.

Sneaking Off (Newt)


Hi! I was wondering (if you’re taking requests) if you could do a Newt smut where he’s really horny and trying to seduce you but your not in the mood. After a while, though, he ends up cracking you? Thank you!

Can you do a dirty imagine where y/n & newt has “fun” (if u know what I mean ;D) in their room and Thomas and Minho goes in to the room and Minho starts to tease you. and the day after, Minho has told the hole glade what he and Thomas saw you and newt doing and everyone starts to tease u. Love your imagines Xx.



(A/N: Newt’s POV. Writing it a little differently as compared to the last one.)

“Hey, love.” I whisper softly into your ear, “Time to get up.”

I playfully trail my hands up your bare legs and I can feel as the goosebumps start to set in. When you wake up fully, just before I slip my fingers past your shorts and panties, you shove me playfully. I groan and pout, slowly moving my lips down your neck and to the base.

“Hey there, horn dog. We should really be getting up now.”

“Oh I am up and in more ways than one.” I growl and pin you down.

“I promise, Newt, we can have fun tonight. I know it’s been a while.” You reach up and kiss my lips, giving me a nice view of your cleavage.

You get up and put a bra on, leaving the clothes that you slept with on. I let out a small groan when you wiggle your bottom, trying to get your boots onto your feet. When I walk over I smack your ass hard and you let out a yelp.

“Newt.” You hiss as you pass me and head out the door.

I can’t help but watch you leave. You’re so fucking beautiful and I want you so bad. Well, to tie you up to the cot and have my way with you, at least in this instance. We haven’t fooled around in about two weeks.

You went straight to work in the gardens, helping Zart pull out todays crops to give to Frypan. I can tell that you’re intentionally giving me a show, it’s in an effort to try to make me hornier than what I am and an attempt to make me jealous, since all the boys eyes were on you. Your legs are spread out just enough for me to a tiny bit of wetness, and your tits were practically popping out of your top. You look back at me every now and then trying to grab my attention. You bite your lip and stiffle a giggle when you realize I’m watching you.

When you finally make your way up to me I grab you by the waist.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, love?”

You smirk and trail your hand down my pant leg.

“The more angry and horny I get you now the harder I get it later.”

You squeeze me through the material and I growl in your ear.

“You’re going to go up the stairs and you’re going to strip for me.” I nip her ear lobe, “Go now. I’ll be up there in two minutes.”

I can see you’re hesitant at first, biting your lip and twirling around a piece of hair between your finger tips. You smile and walk away slowly, taking one final glance to see if I’m following.

“Hey, Thomas–you’re in charge while I’m gone. I have to finish something up with the maps.”

Thomas nods his head, he’s clearly in his own world, but I figure that he probably won’t get to do much. I race up the stairs and see you laying on the bed, your clothes pooled by the side of the bed. It doesn’t take me long to stand over you and I run my hand down between your legs. You let out a tiny whimper as I gently stroke your folds. You’re so wet that the tips of my fingers sink in easily, met by a bit of resistance causing me to bite my lip.

“God angel,” I whisper, “You’re perfect.”

I bring my head down to your core and slide my tongue over your entrance. Your hips buck as my name makes it’s way past your lips. I slip my tongue inside you and can sense that you are close, thrusting my fingers harder I feel you tense beneath me.

“Oh my God!”

You scream grind yourself on my mouth and tangling your fingers in my hair. When you release your hold on my head I smirk at you.

“Hmm now what were you saying, horn dog?”

You playfully slap my shoulder and shift onto your stomach kissing me hard on the lips. You tug my hair and your tongue dances around with mine when my lips part slightly.

“Lay back. Get the shirt off, too.” You growl once we part.

You kiss and lick down my stomach and I squirm a bit as you reach the top of my pants. You slide your hand inside causing me to jump slightly as you wrap it around me.  I groan as you slowly pump me in your hand, by now my pants are pushed down and you carefully wrap your lips around me. Bobbing your head slowly, I place my hand at the back of your head and guide you. Not that you needed much guiding at all. You’ve become pretty much a pro at it. You suck me harder and massage my balls and I feel myself pushing closer to the end. When you stop I let out a groan of defeat, but within seconds it turns to one of pure pleasure. Your tight wetness is on top of me now and slowly sinking in deeper and deeper. I grab hold of your hips and help you bounce harder onto me. Your face shows nothing but pure bliss and I could feel you reach your second orgasm. You ride out your high and kiss me hard on the lips.

“You on top?” You suggest.

I grab onto your waist and flip you over fast, smacking your ass in the process. I plunge into you fast and pound you hard. You are face first in a pillow trying to control your moaning. I feel myself nearing my own release when I feel you orgasm again.

“Newt…” You whimper.

Suddenly the door flings open catching us off guard and I scramble to cover you with a blanket.

“Newt?! Y/N?!” Thomas quickly shields his eyes with his hand.

Minho’s laugh booms through the room and I groan.

“Enjoying yourself?” He snickers, “Or should I say ‘Enjoying Y/N?’”

“You have fantastic bloody timing.” I spit.

I’m not exactly angry at the fact that they walked in on us. I’m more angry that I wasn’t fast enough to finish myself off.

“Well, we were wondering where the hell you two went and why you were taking so long. I guess we should have put it together.” Thomas chuckles.

After I manage to get them out of the room and when were finally clothed and out of the homestead. I could feel the eyes boring into us.

“What a slut.” One of them snickered. “She’s just fucking him so she doesn’t have to do any work around here.”

I could tell that you heard it too, but you walk off to fast before I get the chance to talk to you.


I turn to the boy and he rolls his eyes.

“And why the hell should I do that?”

“If you upset her you upset me and let me tell you I’m not one that you want to fuck with.”


I go to lunge at him before I could do so I feel Thomas and Minho holding me back.

“Newt, relax.”

“Why the hell did you tell the whole bloody Glade? It’s different if I was the one that was getting bloody picked on, but it’s Y/N!”

“Man we’re sorry all we thought that was going to happen was a little bit of teasing. Didn’t think this piece of klunk would make her feel like klunk.”

“The joke is I just had three orgasms in a row and you shanks don’t have anyone to get your rocks off with.”

You have a smug grin on your face when you finally come back to us. Of course the boy turns red in the face and quickly walks away.

“As for you two shanks, if you ever walk in on Newt and I ever again, I can assure you I’ll bloody murder the two of you.” She hisses.

I smile to myself. She’s using my word.

Gimme All Your Lovin'

‘Gimme All Your Loving’ ZZ Top

Fandom/s: Merlin

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None, really, just fluffy smut

Prompt: Merlin/reader fluffy smut? Or maybe just fluff, lots of fluff

Words: 1,142 (sorry, it’s a little short ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Summary: Basically, the reader is trying -desperately- to finish a potion for Gaius by the next morning, but Merlin has other ideas…


“Right, so I chop the ratweed and crush the gander leaves,” you mumbled to yourself as you fumbled around Gaius’ lab. “Or is it the other way around?”

Feeling arms suddenly encircle your waist, you jumped but sighed when you saw it was Merlin. He grinned at your startled reaction and planted a soft kiss behind your ear.

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Not For Your Sake

Rating: G

Pairings: Nanocoffee, Zoethian

Summary: Due to Cornerstone, Rythian and Lalna are working together for the first time since the Nuke destroyed Blackrock. How is Rythian dealing with working with the man who shattered his life?

Notes: Born from a conversation that aeverelle and I were having on Skype the other day and our love for Blackrock and Flux Buddies parallels.

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Getting to sleep in the Cornerstone base was always a hassle.  First, they actually had to get into the base and, with the various teams scattered about all over the world, this was a massive task in and of itself.  

After a lot of angry messages, threats, and general confusion on who exactly was still missing, the entire team was finally assembled in the base and then came the item sorting, the machine checks, the “where the heck is my hang glider?!” and then–at last–they began to get into bed.

Since the beds were all shoved up against each other, most of them them tended to just crawl up from the foot of the bed but then there were people like Smith, who often stole others beds which caused a lot of ruckus, or people like Strippin who jumped on, scaring the people on either side of him.

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For God’s Sake. Where was it? Kit flipped his borrowed sheets back once more and breathed a heavy sigh. Diana had demanded the essay be done by tomorrow and how was he supposed to complete it if he couldn’t find his copy of the Codex.

He surveyed his room one last  time and then padded down the sunlit Blackthorn corridor to continue his search. He came to the first door. Tiberius’ room. Knocking lightly, he hesitantly nudged the door open.

“Do you know where my- Oh.” Kit breathed. Rouge climbed his cheeks, for there stood Tiberius Blackthorn shirtless in the centre of his room. Instantly Kit twisted, fumbling for the door handle and stumbling an apology, and cracked his head straight into the door frame.

“Ow”, Kit groaned with pain. Then a hand was on his arm. Pale and delicate. Silver eyes met his blue ones. How beautiful.

“Are you alright?” Kit managed a weak nod. Ty stepped back (thank God, he was wearing a shirt now) and his hands started their flutter once again. Kit didn’t like to think of them as a flutter but far more coordinated and coherent- like Tiberius himself. He looked as though his fingers recited a musical piece similar to the ones he loved so dearly. Kit found himself wanting to learn the language of his silent melody and why he wanted to do that geniunely terrified him.

Tiberius dropped his eyes, “How may I assist you, Christopher?” Christopher (Kit shuddered at the name) was scrubbing, furiously at the developing lump on his head in the hope to reactivate his brain and form clear thoughts.

“I- uh. I was wondering if you’d seen my copy of the Codex. I thought I might have left it here when-” The book sailed towards him and Kit caught it deftly. It always seemed he lost all grace around Tiberius.

“You left it here after I helped you with your essay. Have you finished it?“ Kit shook his head guiltily. Finally, he cleared his throat and said,

“I should probably go and finish that now actually.” He spun on his heel, determined not to crash into a door this time. He stopped at the door and turned back once more. Tiberius sat on his bed, untangling his wires again.

“It’s ok. You can stay if you want.” Kit’s eyes came to rest on Tiberius’ shoulder. A small smile tugged his lips. He put a finger on the source of the seam of his shirt (and was pleased to see Ty didn’t pull away) and trailed it down his arm, following the inside-out stitches. “Your shirt’s inside-out.” He must have hastily thrown it on when he came to Kit’s aid. Ty blushed, muttered “Excuse me.” and got up.

Settling on Ty’s bed, Kit pulled the worn bee plush that always inhabited his bed into his lap to amuse him. “Julian, gave it to me.” Kit looked up and his breath caught. Ty had still not put his shirt on and the pale plains of his chest were bare. Sewn from swooping lines, he cut an elegant figure and Kit forgot what air was. His obsidian hair was adorably ruffled from taking the shirt off. He wrung his shirt in his hands. His mercury eyes were cast down again and Kit silently willed them to meet his again. The gods heard his prayer. 

Kit rose to his feet. He’d wanted this for longer than he wanted to admit. Longer than he knew. They were the same height so he slipped a hand around his cheek. His skin was cold. “Can I-”

Ty leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.  He then leaned back and smiled a little. “I think so.”

Ok ok ok so this is my first attempt at FanFic. I know it’s hella cheesy, I know it needs a hell of a lot of work but you gotta start somewhere. This came out longer than anticipated but ah well. I will be so happy if you give honest feedback. If you think it’s shit then tell me why it is. If you think it’s good tell me what to do better and what bits you liked. And if I bored you I’m sorry. But anywho here’s some KITTY hope you like it mwah 😘😍💞😻

Agent Carter Poster!

OMG FINALLY DONE! So Many faces…  Anyways I’m just glad I got to finish this beast b4 C2E2 not to mention I really do like this show a lot.

Ok… now I’m going to need to go to bed before I can finish up Scarlet Witch then to the printers.