i gave her dark roots because i thought that would be cute

anonymous asked:

I just read proposal yesterday and thought it was so sweet! I was wondering if you have any fics you could recommend? Jimin is my bias but I'm pretty open to any members with the reader. Thanks and keep up the good work! Kep jarng! 😁

Aghh thank you so much, sweetheart! I’m so glad you enjoyed Proposals and I’m really flattered that you’re asking me for recommendations! :D Okay, here’s a list of my fave fics that you should check out if you haven’t already. So you aren’t confused, the stuff in italics is the synopsis/description the writer provided and the indented bit is me being incoherent and lame as always.

Sin City (Jimin x reader) by @btssmutgaloreAfter a run of bad luck, you can go back home and admit defeat or step out of your comfort zone and look for a job at Sin City.  

Hands down the best stripper au I’ve ever read. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this fic because you never know where stripper AUs are going to go, but holy moly am I glad I gave this a chance. You will be addicted to this fic. Jimin’s character has so much depth, but he’s such an enigma at the same time and I’m dying to know what the heck he’s thinking/what his background is. The tension is so drawn out and the sessy scenes are all so different, which is really refreshing to read and you don’t know what’s going to come next. ALSO, I feel like there’s a lot of empowerment and respect in this fic, which makes me so happy. Love love love this fic with my entire being. 

Monster (Jeongguk x reader) by @btssmutgalore: You sleep with an obnoxious fratboy who used to be your friend.

This fic is perfection. It doesn’t have a complicated plot, but it’s still so interesting to read and the smut is A++++. Jeongguk’s character has so many facets and though he has a lot of issues to sort through, I’m rooting for him and the OC so much. 

Purple Jewels (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @jiminniemouse: When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

GENIE!JIMIN. AKLSDJFKLAASKDJFLK (I really tried not to keyboard smash but fuck I lose my shit because of how much I love this fic). Oh man, where do I even begin with this?? It’s my absolute favourite Jimin x reader fic and one of my absolute fave fics in general because it’s written so well, it’s creative, the characters are interesting, AND THE TENSIONNNN. I come so close to combusting with each part and I’m dying for more. Also Jimin’s character is so sweet and I love him so much (where can I find myself a genie Jimin???). Please please please read this!

Hiraeth (Jeongguk/Taehyung x reader) by @jungkxookA world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home. 

This is the first member x reader fic I ever read and IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. EVER. It’s a zombie apocalypse au and it’s so angsty and sometimes it feels like my heart has been punched out of my chest and it’s such a wonderful feeling even though it hurts like hell. The world is constructed so believably and there are so many well thought out details to it, so when you’re reading it feels REAL. All the characters are different and you never know what’s going to happen next. I can’t recommend reading this enough, it is freaking incredible (and the love triangle is fucking me up so bad).

Philophobia (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @minsvgasex has its consequences, always; whether for better or for worse, sex always has its consequences. and the drunken rendezvous you have with your best friend is not an exception.

This is discontinued but it’s still worth reading because it’s so freaking hot and I love the plot and just??? I don’t usually read fuckboy fics because fuckboys are the bane of human existence, but this fic is amazing and the smut is awesome. Also be prepared to not know who you’re rooting for. One second I would want Jimin to win the OC’s heart and the next I wanted Jeongguk to end up with her, so brace yourself for conflicting feelings.

Company (Namjoon x reader) by @fireheart-namjoon​: Sometimes all you want is a bit of company.

OKAY before I scream about the sessy stuff in this fic, I really want to say that I fucking loved Namjoon’s characterization in this and it’s so nice to read an OC who is strong and independent. The writing style is absolutely fantastic and the thigh riding was 100000/10.

Retrograde (Jeongguk x reader) by @remembeofantasy!au

When I read this I feel the way I do on rainy, dark days when I’m reading a book and just slip away into the world on the page. The details and the way this is written are so mesmerizing and I want to know more. You’re so swept away by everything that you completely forget about the reality for a little while.

A Roadtrip (Jeongguk x reader) by @taeinmycupJungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy.

Road trip fics never get old and neither does the childhood-friends-to-lovers plot either. This was a wonderful fic to indulge in and um the frick frack is pretty damn nice. Just saying.

Sutures and Stitches (Jeongguk x reader) by @hayjeon​: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart.

I recently read this and I am OBSESSED. I refresh the OP’s page daily just to make sure I didn’t miss an update. The writing is so detailed and Jeongguk’s character is so interesting, I just want to know what the heck happens next + how Jeongguk ended up with this kind of life.

Chrysalism (Jimin x reader) by @workofteaguk: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him.

THIS IS THE SWEETEST FREAKING THING AND I WISH IT WERE LONGER. It made my entire day when I read it and I was smiling the entire time. Where do I have to go to find a cute boy like this???

It’s All Fun & Games (Jeongguk x reader) by @workofteagukIn which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.

When will fake relationship AUs not be the best thing in existence? The answer to that is never. I don’t care how many times people write this concept, it will always be so fun to read because of the angsty feels. So if you’re as trash for this as I am, then absolutely read this.

Sounds of You (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @vivacioustae​: As a young girl you dreamt of hearing the bells, the ones that signaled you had found your soulmate, the missing piece everyone was so desperate to find. After falling in love with Jimin you abandoned the search, hoping you would come to never hear the bells, preferring to continue your life with him uninterrupted. You’d soon come to learn the harshness of fate, and that it doesn’t care about your hopes, feelings, or you.

Listen, from the very first sentence of this fic, I was completely hooked. From the get go you know that it’s going to mess with your emotions, but it’s worth it. I love this concept so much and my heart is aching reading this. After reading the first part, this fic is all I could think about and my heart ached because I wanted to know what was coming next, but also wasn’t prepared for it. Love love love this.

Teamwork (Taehyung x Seokjin x reader) by @sugajpgPeculiar events occur when the two best volleyball players of your college decide to take competitiveness out of the courts.

Best threesome fic I’ve read so far. I’m just. :’’’’’)) I’m still screaming. Fml this is too good and I feel the flames of hell licking my feet but screw it. Where do I sign up for this?

Like Crazy (Jimin x reader) by @war-of-hormoan: This story is based off the film by the same name.

Because I don’t care about my well-being in any way, I started this fic and I love it so much so far. The film Like Crazy is incredible, but it feels like you’ve been punched in the gut twenty times by the end, and it made me sob… like crazy. So this fic will probably end up doing that too and as nervous as I am for that, it’s so worth it. Everything is written so vividly and the relationship between Jimin and the OC is so sweet to read. I’m really excited to see how this progresses.

Grey Area (Yoongi x reader) by @blushoseoksAnd just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so. And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN. SO. WELL. WRITTEN. Ohmygod, I’m in love with this writing style and THE CONCEPT IS AMAZING. The ending of part one left me feeling like I’d been kicked in the gut or something and you’re all ???? wtf is going on??? and you’re completely hooked so you binge read the rest. This fic is perfection.

Until Next Time (Jimin x reader) by @taeverieWho would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

OK OK OK UM LET ME GATHER MY THOUGHTS HERE. First off, how can I be the OC?? Second off, HOW CAN I BE THE OC???? I wouldn’t have the balls to actually be this forward in real life but still, this just kept escalating and they didn’t even really do the hanky panky but it was still hot as fuck and 10/10 would recommend.

Not So Honest (Jeongguk x reader) by @wonhopesJungkook has got a pretty big problem, and he desperately asks you for your help. 

Hi hello yes be prepared to explode ok this was TOO good oml. I’m also a slut for sub!jeongguk because that sinful man deserves to be tortured the way he tortures us so this was a glorious find (though the roles do reverse in the end but whatever THIS WAS GREAT).

Obey (Jimin x reader) by @sugasgrowl

sub!jimin. Must I say more? I spontaneously combusted like ten times while reading this and would gladly undergo that again because it’s so nice to read fics where the roles reversed and I would give up a limb to see Jimin in such a debauched state.

All To Myself (Jimin/Yoongi x reader) by @mint-tape: “It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)’

THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST CREATIVE FICS I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE. All the ‘videos’ and the ‘comments’ and just everything about this is absolute perfection. The characters are all diverse and the OC is really likeable. Just. I’m glad I found this fic, it’s so unique and all these extra goodies make the read even more fun.

The Blue Notebooks (Jimin x reader) by @inktae: time travel au

Honestly, I don’t even know what to write about this because I’m still speechless. No words can capture how beautiful the writing is (all her work is beautiful) and how well emotion is captured in this. Everything is so thought out and all these little details come together to form the bigger picture. Do yourself a favour and read this as well as all the rest of the OP’s writing. She is so freaking talented and we are all blessed to be able to read her work.

…Sorry, that got ridiculously long. @_@ For member x reader fics I tend to read Jimin/Jeongguk focused stuff, if it’s not incredibly obvious… Oops. Am I Jimin biased or jiguk biased? Anyway. I hope this list helped and I’m sorry it took so long for me to respond, I just wanted to get through some of the fics I had saved in case I wanted to recommend them. Enjoy!

In a Very Dark Coffee

A/N: Here it is, Natural Sugars Part 2! Some of you wanted, I wrote because I love kid au’s. I hope you like it! 

Summary: I didn’t know that she is your daughter, I’m so sorry. I thought she lost and I invited her to my house. Then I realized your number hanging on her bag, and I called you right away. But would you like to stay and drink a cup of coffee? Because you’re fucking hot.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing 

Word Count: 2,266 (I just went with it, lol)

For Part 1: Natural Sugar

Originally posted by constantas

“Miss Y/N!” You heard a girly voice behind you, and when you turned around, you saw Natasha was running to you. You let your lips to get a form of a big smile for her.

“Hey, Natka,” you responded. She wanted you to call her Natka, too, since this was the name that only her father calls her. You had felt special when she told you to call her Natka, too. “What can I do for you?”

Natasha sent you a big, warm smile. “I drew something for you, Miss.” She handed you a paper. You made a move to open it but she stopped you in the second. “No!” She exclaimed, shaking her head. “Not here, please,” She added quickly. You furrowed your brows but didn’t make any move.

“Okay,” You said. “I’ll open it at home, then.” Natasha nodded.

“Yes, please,” She said, her smile had turned into a shy one and you realized that her cheeks were rose pink. A small smile spread your face as you looked at the little girl. You giggled quietly. You and Natasha heard the class bell ring.

“Okay,” You said again. “Go to the class, now.” Natasha nodded and threw a big smile at you. She turned around and ran to the class before you can warn her about not running. You rolled your eyes but there was still a small smile on your lips. You looked at the paper in your hands, tried to decide about opening or not. She didn’t want you to open it in school, so you decided to wait. You put the paper in your purse as you were walking to your class to meet with the parents.

And then, you hit some hard wall, which there shouldn’t be any walls on your way to the class. You cursed silently as you looked up.

“Hey, doll.”

You heard his voice before your eyes had found his, that same devilish smirk was still on the place.

“You should be careful while you were walking. Because you are looking a little bit clumsy person.” He stated. You laughed at him. A little bit was a compliment for you, you were the worst.

“Yeah,” You said. “I really should.” You both didn’t say anything for a couple seconds. “What are you doing here?” You finally asked him. His smirk turned a small smile.

“I’ve been told that there will be a meeting with parents, so here I am.” He extended his arms to his sides and bowed. You giggled.

“I was actually going there,” You said to him, smiling. “Come on.” He nodded and reached for his hair to laid it back a little more. “It looks good, perfect even. You’ll find a single mom there, if that’s why you are nervous.” He laughed at your words. Only you knew the truth, he thought.

“Well, there is actually one, that I want to impress, but I don’t think that she’ll be interested in me.” He shrugged and you suddenly felt sorry about him.

“Oh,” You said with a sad face. “Just try to talk to her, tell her what you want to do with her and I’m sure you’ll handle the rest with your charm.” Your voice was soothing, eyes were sincere.

Bucky looked at you. You were clueless, and it only made you more beautiful and somehow innocent in his eyes. You were perfect, goddamn it, but you didn’t have any idea. Bucky was determined to show that to you.

“Will do,” He responded your words just before you both got into the class. You smiled at him and he winked at you as respond. The only thing he should do is, waiting for this meeting to end.

When the meeting finally –fucking finally– ended, Bucky made his way to you.  It was hell to wait; to watch you talking calmly and asking for students who has any talents to draw, or sing, or dance or whatsoever.

“Hey,” Bucky called you. “Can I speak with you for a second?” His icy blue eyes were warm and soft, capturing you from head to toe. You supressed a shiver as you were nodding.

“Sure,” You said. He hesitated before he moves, but he got rid of it quickly, getting out the class. “What’s up? Do you wanna ask something about Natka?” He smiled at the nickname. He knows his daughter well that she won’t let just someone to use that nickname on her, so he kinda got his approve from his little girl.

“Uhm…” He forgot what is he going to say for a second, his attention swapped to your beautifully furrowed brows and concern shining eyes.

“Spit it out, what is it?” She pressed. He blew out a breath from this suffocating lungs and filling them back again with your perfume.

“Shut up, you are making it harder,” he groaned. Then cursed himself for sounding so harsh.

“Yeah? What do you mean about I am making it harder?” You crossed your arms on your chest, one brow was raised on the air.

“Well, I’m having a hard to find the right words to say it because here you are, shining like as gorgeous as sun.” He paused, then smiled at you. It was a small, slightly shy smile that your ever saw him wearing. Your heart flattered in your rib cage. “You kinda hurting my eyes in a very very good, and it makes the word in my mind flew away. Convinced now, doll?” You blushed furiously.

“Christ,” you whispered to yourself. He was a hard person to stay mad, both apperance and presence.

What I was going to say is, uh, if you don’t have any plans tonight, would you like to have a dinner with me?”

Your jaw dropped open, as your brows shot up to your hair roots. You quickly fixed your face, couldn’t stop the blush creep on your cheeks way more redder than ever.

“I don’t remember having a plan tonight… I was thinking watching Netflix till I pass out.” You took a deep breath. “But a dinner sounds better than Netflix for the first time.”

He smiled so big that you can see few crinkles around his corners. And you realized that you are giving him a smile very similiar to his. “It’s good to hear!” he said with a enthuastic voice. His eyes were shining like a star and the crinkles around his eyes were multiplying.

“Yeah,” you said. He laughed and coughed.

“Can I take your number? You know, for texting you about where is your home and stuff.” You giggled as you giving him your number. “I’ll call you in next couple hours, is it okay with you?” You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m gonna head home anyways, I don’t have any class today.” He shook his head.

“Natty’s classess are finished, too. I can drop you to your house if you want?” You smiled slightly at his offer.

“No, thank you though. But I have my own car and I really don’t wanna leave it in school yard. The students are thinkin they are making jokes, when they are crushing cars.” You rolled your eyes, listening him chuckle quietly.

“Okay, then, see you tonight,” he said to you while he was walking back. You nod, and pointed someone behind him. Before he turned around Natasha jumped on him.

“Daddy!” Her sweet, hoarsy voice rang on your ears, making you smile. Bucky made a ‘oof’ sound when Natasha crashed him.

“Hey, kitty,” He scratched her head and messed her hair. You giggle a little loud this time and caused both of them to turn you with a big, almost same smile on their faces.

What a scene to see, you thought.

A dinner date with Bucky Barnes is not what you had imagined.  

You imagined something like, sweet but some charming smiles sending on your way and maybe a few compliments. Flash news hit you hard, it wasn’t.

It was full of flirtous looks and compliments, and gestures. Sometimes he would touch your hand, or put his hand on your waist –just like he did when you both walking towards to your table at the restaurant–, sometimes he would send you his infamous devilish smirk with dark sparkles in his eyes. It was overwhelming in a good way. And you had fun with him.

“I hope I didn’t cross any lines tonight,” he said to quietly, while you two were walking on the sidewalk. You shake your head as no. It was amazing.

“No, you didn’t. It was amazing.” He looked at you with shining now-grey eyes.

“Was it, really?”  He asked you, and you nod.

“Yes, it was. And I’d like to do it again. Like very much.” He smiled and dropped his arm on your shoulders in one swift move.

“Good to hear, because I was going to ask you out again.”

“I asked you this time, keep up, old man,” you mocked. He laughed as he dropped his head, shaking. There it is, those cute little crinkles again, you thought.

“I was thinking…” he muttered to himself, but you were in the range to hear it. You looked up to him, waiting.

He leaned into you and pecked your lips for once, to see your reaction. You froze, but you cracked up quickly. grabbing him by the neck and pulled him to yourself. Since the first time you saw him, you always wanted to kiss him like this and now, this was your chance.

He sighed into your mouth as he lets his hands travel all the way down to your back and finding theirselves a spot on your hips. He squeezed your hips a little and tilted his head to right, so he can deepen the kiss the way he wanted. You moaned into his mouth, grasping his hair as something to hold on to.

You were the one who breaks away from the kiss. Your lungs were screaming at you for a little breath, so you just gave them that and found his mouth again. He laughed into the kiss and pulled you even more closer to his running-hot body. You whined quietly, grabbing his bicep. You  pulled away, looked at him right in the eye and saw how dark his eyes were.

“Wanna come inside?” You asked. Usually you weren’t fan of those ‘one date and done let’s go to bed and I let you fuck me till the sun comes up’ type but if she got to be honest, Bucky did things to her. Changed her. In a good way, though.

“If that’s waht you really want,” he said, shrugging. You nodded instantly, a little too excited about what’s about to happen. He nodded, too, and took your hand into his, placing a kiss onto your temple. The two of you walked the last sidewalk together, your hands were discovering your bodies while you were walking.

When you reached to your door, your pulled out your key from your purse, causing Natasha’s drawing fall onto the ground.

“What’s that?” Bucky asked. You kneeled down and grabbed the paper. Natasha said that you can open it when you are at home. Well, you are kinda at home at the moment so you opened the paper.

“It’s Natka’s drawing,” you answered him just before you take a look on the drawing.

Your breath hitched, just like Bucky’s.

In the drawing, there was Bucky, Natasha and you, holding hands, walking on the beach on a very sunny day. There was also two dogs besides you. Natasha was laughing and Bucky and you were smiling warmly at her. His left arm was behind you, you noticed. You looked happy and so good with Bucky. You felt tears threatining you, so you pulled yourself together quickly.

“That’s…” Bucky started but couldn’t finish his sentence. When you looked up to him, you saw tears in his eyes. You turned around quickly and wiped away the tears. “She never…” Bucky’s breath hitched again. You understood at that moment that this drawing is more important for Bucky than for you.

“I’m sorry,” you found yourself apologising. Bucky looked at you, confused.

“Why are apologising…?” Then, he laughed lightly. “It’s not.. There is nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. It’s just…” Bucky paused for take a deep breath. “After her mother died, she stopped drawing. Only thing that she doodles some very amateur flowers. Last she draw a picture, like this one, her mother was at the hospital. It’s, I-I’m–“ You cut him off, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay. She’s okay. You’re okay.” You smiled at him. “Does this drawing has a meaning?” He laughed through the tears.

“Oh, yeah, sure it does.”

“What is it, then?” Your curiosity was getting ahead of you. He pulled you at himself by the waist and placed another kiss on your temple, and forehead this time.

“Don’t be surprise if she starts calling you ‘mama’ at school,” he said and laughed again in your hair. You stood still for a minute then chuckled silently.

“I think I got her blessing.” Bucky laughed, but louder this time.

“I think you did, yes,” he said.

Then your lips meet again, but filled with happiness and love this time.

After a month later, when your relationship with Bucky became a little more serious, Natasha called you ‘mama’ at the school’s hallway and you just smiled warmly at her. She was happy, Bucky was happy and you were happy. That’s all what you wanted from life.

For other works: Underwear Crisis - Natural Sugar

Top Shoujos

okay this is something i wanted to do for i while. i had read a lots of shoujos so i wanted to do my top because there could be some of you guys that wants to read some good shoujo mangas and in my perspective (in which i read already ) this are one of the best once for me. there could be better ones that i didn’t read yet so im gonna add some new ones later if necessary


  • orange TAKANO Ichigo 

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2012 

Genre : Drama, Psychological, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life,Tragedy

Chapter : 21

Art : 9

Rating: Average: 9.1 / 10.0 

Summary : One day, Takamiya Naho receives a letter written to herself from ten years in the future. As Naho reads on, the letter recites the exact events of the day, including the transfer of a new student into her class named Naruse Kakeru.

The Naho from ten years later repeatedly states that she has many regrets, and she wants to fix these by making sure the Naho from the past can make the right decisions—especially regarding Kakeru. What’s more shocking is that she discovers that ten years later, Kakeru will no longer be with them. Future Naho asks her to watch over him closely.

  • Hirunaka No Ryuusei

Main Couple :  

Status: Completed 

Released : 2011

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 78

Art : 10 

Rating: 8.5 / 10.0 

Summary :  Suzume Yosano has lived deep in Japan’s countryside all her life until she’s forced to move to Tokyo to stay with her uncle. A new city, a new crowd, and a new tall, dark haired peculiar stranger that just happens to be her homeroom teacher… she will also have a new classmate named mamura which will have a big role in her life later

Daytime Shooting Star is about a young girl’s experience of the heartbeat of first love, and the agony of what comes after

  • strobe edge

Main Couple :

Status: Completed

Released : 2007

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 39

Art : 9

Rating: 8.6 / 10.0 

Summary : Having no experience in romance, the vibrant Ninako curiously explores the meaning of what “love” really is, and is surprised to feel a colorful range of emotions as she grows closer to the school heartthrob, the quiet yet gentle Ren, who also happens to be involved in a longtime relationship. With every intention of keeping her head held high, Ninako prepares to face the mental pain of this one-sided love that she had allowed to take root, facing a series of trials that would either contribute to her growth as a headstrong woman, or break her as it did with other girls.

However, is this really a one-sided love? Or had something been silently sown in the most hidden area of Ren’s heart?

  • ao haru ride

Main Couple :

Status:  Completed

Released : 2011

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 48

Art : 10

Rating : 8.5 / 10.0 

Summary : Yoshioka Futaba has a few reasons why she wants to “reset” her image and life as a new high-school student. Because she’s cute and had a demure personality she was ostracized by her female friends in junior high, and because of a series of misunderstandings and mishaps, she couldn’t get her feeling across to the one boy she has always liked, Tanaka Kou.

Now in high school, she is determined to be as unladylike as possible so that her friends won’t be jealous of her. While living her life this way contentedly, she meets Tanaka-kun again, but he now goes under the name of Mabuchi Kou. He tells her that he felt the same way as she did when they were younger, but that they cannot go back. Will Futaba be able to continue her love that never even started from three years ago?

  • ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2011

Genre : Comedy, Romance, School Life, Shoujo

Chapter : 47

Art : 9

Rating : 7.8 / 10.0

Summary : Erika lied to her friends about having a boyfriend by showing a picture of an anonymous guy who turned out to be a a schoolmate of hers and was shortly recognized by her friends. Their conversations then was overheard by the guy, Sata Kyouya. Erika went to explain and proposed her idea of faking as lovers. However, Sata who gave off the nice-charming feelings guy turns out to be a black prince and used her reasons to blackmail her instead.

  • kimi ni todoke

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2006

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 99

Art : 8

Rating : 8.7 / 10.0

Summary : Sawako Kuronuma, called Sadako by her classmates for her resemblance to the character Samara from ‘The Ring’ (a popular Japanese horror movie), has always been feared and misunderstood because of her appearance. There are rumors that Sawako can see ghosts and curse people. But when her idol, the popular Kazehaya, begins talking with her, everything changes. She finds herself in a new world, making new friends and talking to different people. Sawako opens up to new people, making it easy for them to hurt her or help her. Which will her new friends do?

  • tonari no kaibutsu kun

Main Couple :

Status: Completed

Released : 2008

Genre : Comedy, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 52

Art : 9

Rating : 8.9 / 10.0

Summary : Mizutani Shizuku is the type of person who only cares for her own grades. But when she accidentally delivers the lesson notes to Yoshida Haru, Haru becomes convinced they are friends.

Haru turns out to have a very innocent personality, but who would’ve thought that Haru would actually confess to Shizuku?

  • dengeki daisy

Main Couple :

Status:  Completed

Released : 2007

Genre : Action, Comedy, Drama, Mystery, Psychological, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 72

Art : 7

Rating : 8.8 / 10.0

Summary : Teru, a poor and kind girl, recently lost her older brother, her only remaining relative. Before he died, he gave her a cell phone connecting her to a person he said would support her if ever he were unable to. As time passes she is cheered on by text messages sent from this enigmatic person, known only as DAISY. But one day, through an unexpected incident as Teru begins working for the delinquent school janitor, Kurosaki, she starts to question DAISY’s identity. DAISY may be closer to Teru than she thinks…


Main Couple :

Status: Completed

Released : 2010

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 50

Art : 6

Rating : 8.7 / 10.0

Summary : “Back in the day, this place was like a house of magic. Surely there must have been an invisible wizard living here in such a place so filled with both tears and laughter. Or so I used to think.”
What’s a young child to do when her mother leaves her father for another man? Or when her father remarries a woman who brings along a child from a previous marriage? Or when her childhood neighbor friend invites her to live with him?

  • haru matsu bokura

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2014

Genre : Romance, School Life, Shoujo

Chapter : 14

Art : 9

Rating : 8.5 / 10.0

Summary : Mizuki cannot readily open her heart to anyone, but she is going to turn over a new leaf in high school and change that. But how can she get along with a good-looking group of four, especially with rumors at school about how they met? Although cautious at first, she gradually gets to know their true personalities. A story about good-looking men and the insanity of youth!

  • Hatsu haru

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2014

Genre : Romance, School Life, Shoujo

Chapter : 4

Art : 7

Rating: 8.6 / 10.0

Summary : When I’m too far, its hard to be seen. When I’m too close, its also hard to be seen. It hurts, I feel like crying. It’s too sad, until I make you laugh. That’s right, this is what you call first love…The most popular guy in school, fall in love for the first time in his life! 

  • suki ni naranai yo , senpai

Main Couple : 

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2015

Genre : Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Comedy,

Chapter : 4

Art : 9

Rating: 7.8 / 10.0

Summary :Falling in love with a painting while at a school’s festival, Iku is able to meet the gentle high schooler who created it. She falls in love at first sight and with that feeling in her heart, decides to enroll in that high school! But, what happens when she joins the art club and discovers her gentle prince has disappeared and a sleazeball has taken his place?!

  • tsubaki chou lonely planet

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2015

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Romance, School Life, Shoujo, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 5

Art : 9

Rating: 8.4 / 10.0

Summary : Ohno Fumi is a poor 2nd year high school student. Because of her father’s debts, she’s kicked out of her own home and has to rely on her own connections to survive. Thus begins her life living with and housekeeping for a writer…

  • Dame na Watashi ni Koishite Kudasai   

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2013

Genre : Comedy, Josei, Romance, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 13

Art : 7

Rating: 7.9 / 10.0

Summary : The unemployed Shibata Michiko is betting everything she has on her romance with a younger man—literally. In order to keep him happy, she deprives herself of the things she wants and buys him expensive clothing and accessories. Since she’s flat out broke, she needs to find a job before she starves to death and loses her young love interest. However, Michiko discovers that the boy was never interested in her romantically. Depressed at being dumped and after a series of unsuccessful interviews, she bumps into Kurosawa—an intimidating former boss she used to dislike.

  • Horimiya   

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2011

Genre : Comedy, Romance, School Life, Shounen, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 53

Art : 8

Rating: 9 / 10.0

Summary : Hori may seem like a normal teenage girl, but she’s a completely different person after school. In her workaholic parents’ absence, Hori has been like a parent for her little brother since she was young herself. Between taking care of her brother, feeding them both, and housework, she doesn’t have much time for a usual teenage social life. One day, she meets someone else who does not present his true self at school: a quiet, glasses-wearing boy called Miyamura. She’d assumed he was bookish, and possibly an otaku, but Hori couldn’t have been more wrong. Outside of school, Miyamura is a friendly guy with many piercings, and he’s not very good at academics. Now the two of them have someone with whom they can share both halves of their lives!

  • Watashi no Ookami-kun   

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2014

Genre : Comedy, Romance, Shoujo, Supernatural

Chapter : 11

Art : 8

Rating: 8.4 / 10

Summary : Kusonoki Komugi lives with her mother in Tokyo and can’t get along with classmates. Because of her mother’s business trip, she has to stay with her father in Hokkaido for a year. She thinks she will have opportunities to make new friends. She got to sit next to Ookami Yuu, a popular boy who tells her she smells good. One day, she discovers his secret…

  • Nisekoi   

Main Couple :

Status: Ongoing

Released : 2011

Genre : Comedy, Drama, Harem, Romance, School Life, Shounen, Slice Of Life

Chapter : 181

Art : 9

Rating: 8.7 / 10.0

Summary : Raku Ichijou may be the heir to a yakuza group, but he’s a normal high school kid who dreams of peace and quiet. However, when he meets super-hot but violent transfer student Chitoge Kirisaki, his life takes a sharp turn for the worse!

to be continued …


Summary: When Lucy agreed to go on a blind date she hadn’t been expecting, well, this. A valentine dedicated to my followers.

Rating: T

AN: This wasn’t what I planned on giving you for a valentine but the other one started to turn a tad angsty and you all deserve some fluff from me for once. ;D Hope everyone had a wonderful day full of love (whether it be romantic, platonic, or even self). 

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Lucy evaluated her reflection in the store window thoughtfully. Not a single blonde hair was out of place, but she found herself lightly running her hands over the loosely curled strands just in case there was any frizz she missed. Her make up was impeccable (as it should be considering she spent over forty–five minutes agonizing over it), and the little black halter dress she had finally decided on (another hour long process) clung to her curvy body in all the right places.

She looked good. Damn good. 

She smiled at the thought, but immediately sobered back into a fit of nerves when she recalled exactly why she was dressed up in the first place. Down the street, sitting innocently on the corner, was a busy restaurant with a single man sitting at a table, waiting for her. A man who she was apparently suppose to find from a white scarf.

Lucy had half a mind to just turn around and go back to her apartment. This whole thing was completely ridiculous and she didn’t know why she had ever listened to those twins Gem and Mini when it came to her love life. Blind dates never turned out well for anyone. It was like the unwritten rule in the dating world. So exactly why she had spent hours on her appearance for a night that was ultimately doomed to be a complete disaster was completely beyond her, but she had a feeling that the twins insistence that the person they were setting her up with was ‘perfect for her’ probably had something to do with it. 

A sigh passed her glossed lips, fogging up the glass of the lovely shoe display. Maybe she should just go shopping – those pink stilettos in the corner there were incredibly cute. She could totally rock them. 

Of course, then Gem and Mini would never let her hear the end of it.

The thought of their echoed words of infinite frustration immediately had her stepping away from the (oh so tempting) display and towards the restaurant at the corner. One night of disaster would be better than a lifetime of nagging from those two. Being that they were both actors, they had the annoying habit of impersonating close friends, especially when said friend had done something silly or stupid. It was hilarious most of the time, their impersonations were always spot on which made it even funnier, but the joke wasn’t quite so amusing when it was her lack of dating prowess on front and center stage.

Checking her phone before she stepped through the restaurant doors, she reread the message Gem had sent her. 'He will be at Rainbow Sakura Restaurant at 6pm wearing a white scarf and sitting at a table for two. Have fuuuuuun!’ It was five after now (was fashionably late still fashionable?) so if this mystery man had any kind of manners he should be in there. Waiting for her. 

God, tonight was going to be awful. She just knew it. 

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Beanie Boy - Bughead Fanfic - Part 1

Summary: "You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.“ Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.

"Why would you allow her to leave?” Jughead demanded, tears welling up in his eyes. “I loved my mom — I loved my sister!”

Jughead’s father slammed his glass of alcohol on the kitchen counter. “She made the choice to leave us. Not me!”

“Yeah, well, you might as well have made it for her,” Jughead said, his throat constricting his low voice. He wanted to say more, to say the unspoken fact, you are alcoholic trash, dad.

Jughead’s dad sighed. “What do you want me to say?”

This caused anger to swell up Jughead’s heart. He stared around the hell hole of his house, reminding himself he didn’t have to stay here. He’d always imagined himself walking out on his dad. This would be the perfect chance to do exactly that.

Except, where would he go? He could always crash at the school. Or at Archie’s. Or …

“I’m leaving, but this time I’m not coming back,” Jughead said.

“Jughead, wait … ”

But Jughead was already gone.

Thunder echoed across the sky, followed by a flash of lightning. Rain drenched Jughead as he made his way to Betty’s new apartment. Ever since she moved out he’d been dying to ask her for a place to stay. And after the events of tonight ….

Jughead didn’t want to think about it. He had to get to Betty’s apartment.

He adjusted his backpack strap, and crossed the street to the apartment complex. Jughead’s skin was beginning to grow goosebumps as he trudged up the steps to her place. His brain was screaming at him to turn around and leave – that this was a huge mistake – but something kept him rooted to the spot. He didn’t know what it was. He knew he had a bad habit of overthinking things, but he also knew he needed a place to stay.

Maybe that’s all this could be. Two friends living together, nothing more. He hoped it would stay that way, even though he knew it wouldn’t. He’d been crushing on Betty for so long.

It was tearing him apart.

Shaking himself loose of his thoughts, he raised his fist to knock. His knock was loud, yet cautious. He glanced around after, hoping none of her neighbors heard. After all, it was rather late at night.

The door swung open, and Betty let a small shriek loose. “Juggie, what are you doing here?” She adjusted her ponytail. Jughead tried to ignore the fact that she was in her sleep clothes, with short shorts and a T-Shirt that was way too thin.

Jughead cleared his throat, an obvious pink tinge to his cheeks. He said, “I need a place to stay …. again.”

Betty stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Of course.”

Jughead stepped inside. He didn’t know what to say – this wasn’t the first time this happened.

He sat down on her couch, and folded his hands in his lap. “I uh … ”

“You don’t need to say anything, Juggs,” she handed him a tissue box, and added, “I’m here for you.”

Jughead took the tissue box, and blew his nose. And then …

He cried.

He cried because his dad was an alcoholic, and didn’t want to change his ways. He cried because his mother left him, taking his sister along with her. He cried because he was a loner, and the girl he liked, was in love with his best friend.

His life was an utter hell-hole, and he was miserable.

Once he calmed down, Betty smiled slightly. “You need rest,” she said, “lay down.”

He did. She tossed a blanket over him, and he relaxed against the throw pillows. She patted his shoulder, then left for her own room.

“Good morning, Juggs,” Betty said, flipping on the lights.

Jughead sat up, rubbing his eyes. Betty was dressed in her usual outfit, with a white sweater, and dark jeans. Her outfit was great, but what he cared about was the unmistakable concern in her green eyes. She stepped forward, and sat on the couch beside him.

“Is it morning already?” Jughead asked. He pulled his phone out of his bag, and checked the time.

“Yeah … ” Betty sighed, and said, “did you get in another argument with your dad?”

Jughead stared at his hands, and replied, “yeah. We did.”

“Well,” she reached for his hand, then thought better of it. A little piece of him broke when she returned her hands to her own lap. “You know you can trust me.”

Jughead nodded, and grabbed his backpack. “We’re late for school.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could do something with jiyong (gdragon) like you just met him and have a one night stand. With like dirty talk and a daddy kink?

One night Stand:

“I don’t know why you insist on dragging me to these places when this never works.” You complained while you were dragged to a bar stool by your friend. She laughed softly rubbing your back ordering a round of tequila. 

“It will work tonight. Just trust me ok? I’ve pulled a lot of guys in this.” She looked you up and down giving you a wink. 

All week your friend had been trying to get you to go with her to this club she was always at. Of course you had went before a couple of times but you stopped going because either the guys gave up with you and went to a new girl, or they had good talk and bad sex. At this point you didn’t even want a boyfriend. If it happened it happened, but at the moment you just wanted sex. Hard sex deep fucking. Hair pulling and calling him daddy because that is how much you wanted to be pounded into. Your friend with her bright ideas dressed you up in her ‘little red dress’. She called you sexy riding hood. 

It had long sleeves on it, but it dipped down low in the back. She insisted you didn’t wear panties nor a bra. Your hair was curly down your back, and your makeup wasn’t too out there but it was out there. Red lipsticks, soft pink and purple eye shadow. Black smoky eyeliner on your face. Cute little diamond ear rings in your ear. You were sexy. Black pumps on your feet that didn’t hurt to walk in thank god but still you were unsure. 

“You’ll thank me~” She sang as she gave you a quick kiss on your cheek running off with her date for the evening. You really hoped you did find someone to kill your time because you didn’t want to third wheel again especially tonight. You would probably cry if you heard her in your shared apartment getting fucked. 

Hours seemed to skate by with you siting at the bar by your lonesome. You kept ordering drinks, wanting to get wasted but not too terribly gone so that you could at least call a cab. Your friend grinding on her date on the dance floor, in a few more songs they’d be fucking you were sure. 

“Either you are into public sex- or you know one of them.” A deep voice spoke against your left ear as a male took a seat on the stool beside you. Your head snapped in his direction, your eyes training on his face. He was handsome. Dark black hair combed back against his head. A black button down shirt on with the first couple of buttons undone to show his smooth skin. Dark blue jeans that were baggy on his legs. Dark eyes roaming over your body and you guessed he was checking you out as well. A little tattoo behind his ear. He was your type. Chuckling because he sensed your confusion with his statement.

“I’ve been watching you for some time. And I kept noticing you were watching them.” He pointed with his head in the direction of your friend. You didn’t even have to look to know who he was talking about. Giving a gently laugh you combed some of your hair back from your shoulder. 

“Well. If you were watching me then what exactly does that make you into?” You asked coyly. 

“Hopefully you.” He said not missing a beat his hand gripping a glass of vodka and coke that he had ordered, sipping on it he sat the small glass down licking his lips. 

“Well, to answer your question. She is a friend of mine. We share an apartment and that’s her date.” You admitted wrinkling your nose. “But, I would much rather watch you then them.” You admitted shrugging your shoulders.

“Exactly what would you be watching?” He asked leaning on his forearms to watch you waiting for your answers. 

“Well watch you talk to me. Dance a bit if you wanted. And if you play your cards right, pound into me while I’m under you taking it like a good girl.” That was the one thing about you, the guts you had to not bullshit around and say what you felt. 

“Ahh.. You’re amusing. And a daddy kink” He chuckled leaning a hand up to play in your curls before he gripped them tightly scooting your body closer to his. “But there is a problem with this story.” He muttered out, his breath on your lips, the smell of the alcohol hitting your nose.

“And what is that?” You asked. Your heart was beating faster, your eyes glued to everything by him. He captivated you by not doing much, that crooked smirk seeming to hold you rooted in place. His grip on your hair getting tighter. Your mind raced with everything and nothing at the same time but you would have been really pissed if he called it quits after coming this far. Which was in fact not far at all. 

“Well you see. I like the sound of that. I am more than certain I will love the sound of your little moans calling for me- Jiyong by the way or Dragon if you prefer. But, my cute doll face. I wouldn’t have you on your back. Oh no, I would have your face pushed down against my sheets, your ass up in the air while I fucked you slowly from behind. Letting my tongue drag up your back slowly, my fingers reaching around to play with those nice perky hard breast before I reach down to rub your clit. But even without that I am sure I could get you to cum. By the way your lips are trembling I know you’re just soaking from the thoughts. Call me a liar and I will back off.” He grinned winking at you letting your hair go and leaning back in his seat like nothing else mattered. He took a few more sips from his drink. And you could see all the other girl’s checking him out as they passed and then looking at you. Shit you wondered the same thing, why out of all the girls he came to you. It wasn’t downing yourself, you were just shocked at the attention. 

“You’re right..” You started after finding your voice. Crossing your leg one over the other causing the short dress to rise up more and if you were not careful it would reveal your bare-less ass and thighs. “But why me?” You asked softly chewing on your lip. 

“Why you..” He repeated cocking his head as he rested his chin against the palm of his hand. “Well if I’m being honest. I’ve watched you, for the last two times you’ve come here. And it amazed me. You went from this confident woman, to a shy little girl. I thought more guys would approach you but honestly they probably were scared. You just hold an aura and it’s quite nice. But most girls are an easy catch. You don’t seem like that and most girls that I take home, only excite me for a night. But you look like you need a good fuck. And I don’t mean just one round. I mean someone needs to tie you down for hours and wear that pussy out. Make you scream until you’re hoarse. Choke you and slam you down to make you take it. And you need that for a good amount of days if you ask me. Who knows. Maybe if our fire ignites more. I can ask for more. But I will be honest when I say I want sex, I want to use you like my toy. And if you can handle that. If you can respect that I will flirt and look at others but treat your needs we can see where this goes. In public I’m what you want. But behind close doors I’m daddy. And since we don’t know how this little one night stand will end its just a little insider ok? But I won’t repeat myself.” 

Your mouth watered, you legs clenched tighter and your mind raced. He had been watching you? That was flattering. You just hated that you did drop your confidence so quick. It was embarrassing to hear that from him but he was honest. And more than anything you wanted that man. Even if it was just for this night. 

“Alright. Deal. No strings attached just sex.” You smiled reaching your hand out to shake his. He grabbed your hand with his own soft yet firm ones, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you into a quick kiss leaving you stunned. 

“What’s your name?” He asked softly smiling at you.

“–” You said winking at him.

“Dance with me?” He asked mumbling against your lips. All it took was a nod for him to be pulling you up from the stool and behind him onto the dance floor. He walked you to the middle where you were trapped around these bodies of people as a face past song came on. He wrapped his arms around your waist dancing close to you grinding against your center as you followed one another. Little flirty smiles, and lip bites past here and there. He was a good dancer, who knew how to be seductive at the same time. He would keep you close and let it be known to other guys that you were his, it was like signing your soul over for a night. 

A slow song played, and Jiyong twisted your body so that you were pressing your ass against him both of you dancing slowly against one another. You rolled your ass against him, teasing a bit and it elicited a soft moan from his lips. His arms wrapping around your waist, he leaned his face forward to gentle lick against your neck. He licked up to your ear as his hands traveled down your body towards the hems of your dress. 

“You don’t have on any panties. I can feel it.” He stated licking and nibbling on your ear lobe. 

“So what will you do about it?” You asked against his ear not too loud for others to hear but loud enough for him to hear. 

He gave a quiet growl that mixed in with a chuckle before he was slipping his hand under your dress. “Open them.” He commanded you waiting for you to do so. His fingers were quick to rub up and down your soaked slit, a soft laugh on his lips as he circled your clit with two fingers still grinding his crotch against your ass. You knew what you were doing was risky but honestly that just made it more thrilling for you to try. Something that was making the juices drip down your legs just at the thought of it. 

He played with your slit and your clit before he slipped in his middle finger into your pussy. He pushed it deep causing a soft shocked cry to leave your lips that you tried to cover it up. Your hips rolled down against his finger taking it in, your hand lifting up to wrap around his neck. 

“Does baby girl like how daddy fingers her?” He asked you circling his finger in and out of your tight pussy loosening you up. 

“Y-yeah.” You nodded your head letting your hips press against his crotch harder as he fingered you. “Harder daddy.” You moaned against his ear. You could tell that fucked with him, the darkness in his eyes showed how much he wanted you. 

Slipping another finger up inside of you, he scissored them inside of you stretching you out. He used a slow pace at first until he was fingering you faster, his hips rutting harshly against yours, you could feel the tint in his pants. His hard on causing more wetness to drip down your legs as well. Your nipples were too hard against your bra, his fingers were doing magic pounding against your spot causing you to press against him. Twisting the upper half of your body you pressed your lips against his getting closer to your orgasm. 

“Please daddy! Take me home- let me cum there not here please.” You whined softly against his lips.

Nodding his head he kissed you back slowing his fingers down until he was taking them out of you. Pulling back from the heated kiss he slipped the fingers into your mouth thrusting them in and out until you were slurping up the spit making sure they were clean.

He pulled them back wiping them on his jeans, grabbing at your hand he pulled you through the crowd towards the exist. You looked forward towards your friend and she sent you a wink mouthing “I told you so” as you both walked towards the exist. 

He waited outside with you calling for a cab. You didn’t ask questions but you knew he wasn’t too wasted to drive you both home. Once you were both inside of the cab he told the driver were to go before he maneuvered to lay on your legs. He raised one up against the back seat and looking at the driver he moved to lay with his back towards the driver. He started to give your pussy soft teasing licks, not moving his head too much he started to suck and thrust his tongue in and out of you curling it and finding your spot again. 

Your hands gripped at his hair as your discretely rolled your hips against his tongue. It didn’t take the cab anything but fifteen minute ride but it was the best fifteen minutes of that slick tongue gliding up and down your wet pussy in and out of your dripping insides. 

“We are here daddy..” You muttered out stopping his gliding of his tongue along your folds. He nodded his head pulling back to pay the driver before he quickly pulled you out of the cab. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried you up towards his door. Pressing your body against it he took out his keys unlocking the door. He opened it shutting it he pushed you against the door instantly finding his lips against yours. 

He started to grind the roughness of his jeans against your pussy, his hardness pressing against your clit while he explored your cavern. Sucking on his tongue you were caught up in pleasure using your legs to bounce up and down on him  moaning in pleasure. He let his hands wrap around your waist unzipping your dress. He let his warm hands dance up your back taking the fabric from your shoulders letting it pool under your breast. He let his tongue run across the roof of your mouth before pulling back. He grinned at you giving you multiple kisses before he kissed down your chest towards your nipples. Licking over the flesh he kneaded your plump breast pinching on the pebbles before he let you down turning you against the wall. 

“Stay still. I can’t wait.” He admitted slapping your ass bending you over a bit sticking your ass out. You had to rest your hands on the wall in order not to fall down. Your legs spread wide and you wiggled it for him to slap again before he undressed himself until he was naked. Lining up behind you he rubbed his dick up and down the entrance of your slit before he was slipping inside of you slowly. He moved his hips back to press only the tip inside of you. He slammed back into you repeating the process over and over again. 

It made you holler out in pleasure as he fucked you against the wall. His hands wrapping around your body gripping at your breast he messaged them slowly grabbing them as he continued to roughly fuck you from behind. Using one hand he pulled back starting to slap your ass gripping at the plump flesh. 

“All good for daddy. Taking his dick. Tell me you like it. Tell me.” He growled out gripping at the sides of your mouth opening them wide with three of his fingers, your mouth open you cried out in pleasure throwing your head back. 

“I love it! I love daddy fucking me so roughly. I love daddy pounding into my wet pussy. Fuck me hard daddy! Ruin me until I can’t walk. Just fuck me!” You whimpered out in pleasure. He complied, thrusting harder into your body he pressed you against the wall not letting your hips move too much. He slammed into you, his hands wet from your spit. He was slapping your ass and pulling your hair to make your head tip back a bit kissing your lips. 

His large thick member slid in and out of your cunt at a fast pace, the wet lewd sounds of hips pounding against hips as you both got closer to your end. He was loving to pleasure you, pushing himself to be all that he could only to earn more pretty cries from your lips. He stretched you out, claimed your body and made it behave. 

“Daddy! Can I cum? Please daddy please let me cum!” You begged him, his hand wrapped around your neck cutting off some of your air. 

“Cum on daddy’s dick baby girl.” He whispered against your lips kissing them as he abused your spot.

Your eyes clamped shut as you focused on that tingling feeling inside of you. Your hips sputtering and reacting to his harsh thrusts. Your legs spread wider, hands sliding down the wall from the sweat and had it not been for him you would have fell by now. It took a few more thrusts to have you seeing white, your pussy clamping greedily around his dick as you released an orgasm. He rode it out with you letting you get completely through it before he pulled out of you. 

“On your knees!” He shouted gripping his dick tugging it with his hand. He stroked it watching as you weakly got on your knees opening your mouth for his cum. He growled looking down at your face stroking fast until his white hot thick ropes onto your face and into your mouth. You took it moaning softly as you licked it clean before you smiled up at him. 

“Don’t smile for too long pretty. That was just a warm up round.” He winked down at you playing in your sweaty hair. 

Lucifer - Seasons 1 & 2 (but mostly 2)

Once again, a show that surprised me in a very good way. I liked Lucifer at first, but I never though in the beginning it would become one of my most anticipated shows.

I was like loving Lucifer, Linda and Maze from the get go, but the others were kinda “meh” and I found Chloe, Dan and Amenadiel very bland, especially in comparison. Since she was supposed to be the female interest, I was a little thrown off, because the main duo didn’t work out for me.

But then, every one of them (and I literally mean “everyone”, this is not often a show flips me over so much. Totally changed my mind when the start wasn’t that good imo) started to grow on me and became more and more interesting by the minute.

From Lucifer to Trixie, with Amenadiel, Lucifer’s mom, his “dad”, Chloe, Dan, Ella… This became the kind of show where I could tell “If the writers harm a soul, any soul, they’ll have to fight me (although Maze doesn’t have a soul but don’t touch her also)”. And frankly, I never though Lucifer would get me that way.

THAT is a great surprise. THAT is what all shows should aim for, and what I’m looking for now in a TV show. Most of the ones I watch are like that now, or at least to my satisfaction it is. And that feels fucking good.

So, basically, season 1 only was there to slowly get me to care about all of them before they added more. Since I was with a little prejudice before, I probably didn’t enjoyed it to its fullest.

But what sealed the deal for me was season 2. Season 2 was marvelous in terms of storytelling and character growth and relationships between all of them.

I mean the concept behind his relationships with others alone is fascinating.

I’ve loved seeing Linda process the fact Lucifer was really the devil (like she didn’t jumped in right away like “Yeah, okay, you’re the devil, whatevs”, but ultimately, her loyalty remained with him and Maze) and becoming closer to Maze and forming an amazingly touching and beautiful and genuine friendship.

I love how Maze allows herself more to need people and tell them so. Even Lucifer in the end got that he hurt her. And she would go at great lengths to protect Chloe or Linda too now, you can’t convince me otherwise.

And did I mentioned I loved Ella’s adding to the cast ? The mum character is great too, and I really believe God Johnson was a manifestation of his father. Otherwise, how would he know about Lucifer’s real name ? How would he not react to Lucifer’s red eyes when he asks him angrily to apologize ?

And more importantly, why was he not affected by Lucifer’s “What do you desire ?” if he was just a stranger believing he was god ?

As to why the mother didn’t feel anything, I think it’s because it was just kind of a manifestation, but not him fully possessing someone to appear on earth.

Can we talk about how everyone was worried sick for Linda ? Maze was crying her heart out for Amenadiel to help, she broke my heart. She needed so much her little Linda to survive. I’m almost tearing up again writing that, still a little emotional about it.

And Lucifer wanting immediately to get to Linda as soon as his mother flees. Amenadiel had to say he would take care of her for Lucifer to focus again on the task.

I mean, I already loved her from day one. But ever since Lucifer revealed his true face to her, she’s been even more of a blessing. She’s the best and most loyal friend the world ever bare (at least this one).

The little speech she gave Lucifer in the end made me tear up. It was beautiful and so… heartwarming.

I often go on and on about Linda and Maze, because ever since they’ve started having scenes together, I saw their chemistry and how much I loved them both together and as individuals.

The moment where Linda learns about Lucifer and doesn’t wanna see Maze and they end up talking it out through the door : it gave me so much feels and they do it everytime.

But my little comic “discussion” posts don’t reflect how much I cherish the relationship between Lucifer and Linda. Because the growth on this relationship is amazing. 

And the little scene between them at the end of season 2 finale has to be my favorite for them so far. I mean, the feels, but also… In the midst of conversation, Lucifer realizes something for himself. Yet, after he vocalized it, he says like immediately right after “But let’s focus on you”.

And I know he’s gonna be like that if Linda’s not well, because she’s his friend. But I find this little sentence so simple yet, full of meaning. And I love that little detail.

Oh and can we talk about how Linda didn’t flinch first in front of THE Goddess ? Like, she knew she was getting hurt and possibly killed horribly, but she still chose to resist giving the information before she couldn’t take it anymore.

Just so she could protect Lucifer’s secret ! I’m… This woman will be the death of me, she’s too precious. I mean, she risked her life for this. I’m still sobbing. My poor Linda and her gigantic heart.

Frankly, I was mad as hell Charlotte (we’re gonna call her Charlotte, it’s simpler than “The Goddess” and faster to type) hurt Linda. Like, she’s in the holy trinity for me of “You don’t touch him/her or there’ll be trouble”.

But I also like the mother character very much. And ultimately, I kinda understood where she could come from.

Because I don’t think she ever intended on hurting people from the get go, even though I thought she was only trouble at first. But I was kinda wrong.

The big thing that defined Charlotte the whole way was her love for her children. That and she was pretty pissed at God for making her suffer so much and being basically a deceptive and MIA bastard.

BUT, I get from that she is a mother. And all she wanted to do from day one was to protect and maybe avenge her children. She went to great lengths to do that, even if that meant there would be casualties.

The fact in their last moments together, Lucifer had to tell her about war, and casualties, and the fact that basically people would suffer says tons to me. I think she really didn’t realize.

She kinda knew, but she was so focused on getting her children with her, keeping them safe, that she ultimately lost track of everything else. Not to mention she’s not any kind of mother.

She’s an overprotective (kinda) mother with creation powers. So yeah, she’s a ticking time bomb, but it’s not really her fault. To me, she has too much strength for her wrath. And she doesn’t mean wrong. But her love for her sons is brighter and prevails.

So of course she’s gonna hurt people getting in the way. And if the result is far worse than intended, it’s just because her power is too much, even for herself sometimes.

Overall, I’m going to miss her deeply.

I loved the weird friendship taking place between Dan and Amenadiel.

Frankly, those two are cinnamon rolls who don’t get enough credit already ! I’m so glad Dan finally found out Charlotte was Luci’s mom. Like I knew the “you’d be Lucifer’s dad” joke would come back. And it was priceless.

I was sad, however, to see him hurt in the end by this cold “who are you ?”. I was starting to ship them a bit, so I hope he’ll learn about all this someday and understands WHO he’s been sleeping with. (Spoiler alert : it’s a big divine who)

Amenadiel is hilarious in the finale, and the way he protect those people now. Not to mention he’s the reason Linda’s still alive, so thanks for that.

So Lucifer is mum’s favorite and Amenadiel is daddy’s boy ? I love this little detail ! Like this show is surreal sometimes. It knows what his audience wants and doesn’t even know they want (or so it seems).

Even the way Chloe and Lucifer’s relationship had been treated is unusual. And I didn’t thought I would ship it at first, but they’re cute and it feels natural. And I’m rooting for Chloe to know everything there is to know, and finally seeing the light (well, i mean…).

Because I want relationships to tighten even more. It worked wonders with Linda, so I have faith it will only be more meaningful afterwards. (But I’m wondering if Dan and Ella would learn about it ultimately).

And god, I could go on for hours. I love this show. I want more rn !

I’m so so glad they have a supersized third season due to the four remaining episodes they got in bonus. They so deserve the expansion, and frankly, I trust them so far to do the right thing with the extra amount of episodes.

They already proved us they were capable of constructing a story interesting and complex, and touching without resorting to classic storylines (at least not so much, some parts are bound to be kept as intended in the original story, I think) and showing beautiful and genuine relationships between its characters.

I think not everybody can pull a 22 episodes thing and get it right. But Lucifer already did a marvelous job with 18 episodes in season 2 . They only have to do it for 4 more in season 3 (well 8 more, but I think they already have the story so far for the four remaining of season 2 pushed to season 3, so it’s no brainer imo).

But I’m not a TV show writer, so I don’t know. We’ll see. I might not be so much on tumblr this summer (I hope to get on with my projects, among other things), expect for Killjoys, Dark Matter and Game of Thrones, of course.

Otherwise, I’ll probably see you in the fall !

Bill Cipher x Reader Oneshot XD

Gravity Falls One-Shot????

AUTHOR’S BABBLES: HEY THERE! The reason I put the question marks behind the title is because I WILL continue this story if you want me to, so, it technically wouldn’t be a one-shot. I don’t know where I would go with this story after this “chapter” though, so if you want me to continue it, you dudes will have to give me some ideas. PM me some ideas for new chapters if you want me to continue this. Of course, I might just make this into a book of one-shots. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter I put together. Also, Bill’s personality is sweeter than it is usually in most fanfics. He’s still cocky, though. LOL Now, without further a due, Human!Bill Cipher x Reader x Dipper (theres a little bit of x Dipper in here) and enjoy the “Love Triangles” in this story (AHAHAHA see what i did there? I AM HILARIOUSSS!) NOTE: This was just for fun  and it was inspired by other fanfics, so don’t accuse me of stealing ideas. Also, this story is only for girls to read. Sorry..

((….)) = Author’s In-Story Babbles

Italics = you thinking

Bold Italics = Bill’s voice in your mind

(….) = Extra Thought

(Y/N) = Your Name

(F/F) = Favorite Food

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/C) = Hair Color

(H/L) = Hair Length

POV = Point Of View

*Bold* = Transition

*Third Person POV*

You stepped out of the car and inhaled the crisp autumn air of Gravity Falls. It had been two years since you had been here, and you were thrilled to have come back. You ran up the porch steps and to the front door with your suitcase in tow behind you. Before you could knock, the door opened and you were tackled by a boy and girl about your age. “(Y/N)!” Mabel screamed excitedly. Mabel was hugging you tightly around the waist and Dipper was hugging around your shoulders.

You made you way inside and up to the attic, greeting and hugging Stan, Wendy and Soos as you passed. Up in the attic, you found that a little cot had been set up for you against the wall on Dipper’s side of the attic. You dumped your suitcase onto your cot and unpacked the clothes you wanted to wear the rest of the day. You unpacked a yellow tank top with black lace trimming the bottom edge, dark gray skinny jeans, a black cardigan with elbow-length sleeves, and black flats.

“Ooh…why all the fancy clothes, (Y/N)?” Mabel smirked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I have a little, uh, date later.” You admitted, smirking a little yourself. It wasn’t a planned date, but you knew he was going to show up.

“Oh, gotcha,” Mabel grinned and gave a double wink.

Dipper sat on his bed and watched you. You admittedly felt a little guilty for confessing you had a date in front of him, because you know he used to have a crush on you. A sad look flashed across his face before he noticed you were watching him. He turned away and blushed a bit.

You retreated to the bathroom to change your clothes. You headed back up into the attic. “How do I look?” You said doing a little spin. Mabel gasped, and ran up to hug you excitedly. “You look AMAZING!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. “Now we gotta do your hair and makeup,” She said, putting her hands on her hips. You laughed and turned around to face Dipper, deciding you needed a guy’s opinion on your apparel.

“Hey, Dipper, how do I look?” You said reenacting your small spin. His eyes went wide as he looked at you. A light dusting of pink pricked his cheeks as he said, “Y-you look beautiful, (Y/N),” You giggled at the heartfelt, if not somewhat forced compliment. An awkward silence crept into the room.

“KIDS! Time for dinner!” You heard Stan yell from downstairs. You glanced at Dipper who looked relieved.

*Le Wild Time Skip Appears*

After dinner you went back up to the attic and let Mabel do you up for your date. She put your hair in a styled up-do and put light brown eyeshadow on your eyelids. She put a light dusting of tan foundation on your face and neck and dusted your cheeks with pinkish-orange blush. She put on the finishing touches by putting a small amount of mascara on you and touching up your lips with natural color lipstick. You looked in the mirror. Her work was flawless.

By the time you got done with your makeover, it was 7:45. You figured you should probably get going. You grabbed some dangly golden earrings from your suitcase and hastily put them on. You started down the stairs and out the front door. Mabel stopped you and put a delicate gold chain around your neck. The silver heart pendant rested just above your collarbone. It was beautiful. You thanked Mabel as she hugged you and gave you a wink. “Be careful with that guy.” she said smirking from the doorway.

Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you made your way to a clearing in the woods that you had claimed as your own a few years ago.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. Was this going to end up awkwardly? You carefully twisted around roots and trees and eventually walked into the clearing. You checked your phone to see the time and the screen flashed 8:02. The sun had already gone down and the moon above you shone down brightly, making the necklace Mabel had given you glint with every movement you made. You stared up at the stars in wonder. In the city there weren’t nearly as many visible as there were tonight.

You crossed over to the opposite end of the clearing and sat down beside a small stream. You laid back on a rock and listened to the sounds of the water rushing over the stones and small logs that made up the stream bed.

*Your POV*

Suddenly, I felt a warm presence beside me. I looked over to see the same golden blonde hair, yellow suit, bowtie, top hat and black slacks that he had had two years ago. He hadn’t changed at all. He looked over at me with a smirk. “Missed me, did ya (Y/N)?” He moved his hand down to grab mine. He intertwined our fingers and said sweetly, “I missed you.”

He sat up pulling me along with him. He picked me up bridal style and sat down on a nearby log. He positioned me so I was sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. He looked at my face, studying it. “You haven’t changed at all,” he said with a cute grin. “Really?” I asked, puzzled. “I thought I would have changed so much. I was actually worried what seeing you again would be like because of how much I thought I had changed.” I said quickly and blushed. “Nope,” He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You’re still my favorite little (Y/N). Everything’s the same. I mean, your body’s developed a bit more,” he said with a wide smirk. I blushed even harder. “But other than that you’re still the same.”

He brushed some stray hair out of my eyes and I laid my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms behind my back. He started rocking backwards and forwards as if I were a little girl who was having trouble sleeping.

He took his hands away from my back and put one under my chin to let me look at him. “What time are your folks expecting you to be back?” He inquired. “I need to be back before 11:00.” I replied. He brightened up even more (if that was even possible). “Good,” he said with a wide grin. “We’ll have time to go do some of the things we used to do.”

He picked me up off of him and set me on the ground. He intertwined his fingers with mine again as we started walking. “Where do you wanna go, cupcake?” ((Yes, yes. it’s all true. I did take this nickname from another fanfic XD)) Wow. I forgot he used to call me that. I thought. Suddenly a voice came on in my head, Really? You forgot? Haha that was like my one and only nickname for you. The voice sounded as if it was mocking being emotionally stabbed in the back. I mentally face palmed. I also somehow forgot you could read my mind…

“Well, I asked you a question, cupcake. Where do you wanna go first?” He said out loud as he squeezed my hand. I immediately responded with, “The amusement park!” He laughed out loud. “You’re adorable.” He raised my hand up and kissed it. “Aw, c’mon. I’m not adorable,” I said, “You’re the one who’s adorable.” I poked at his stomach with my free hand. “Awww.. That wasn’t fairrr,” He said mocking tears. “Could we please just go to the amusement park?” I asked, putting on a pouty face. He straightened up and put a finger under my chin. “Now no need for that.” He said tapping my nose. I giggled. “Let’s just go…” I said with a smile. He picked me off of the ground and into his arms bridal style again. “Anything for you, babe.”

With that we were teleported to the amusement park. There were neon lights everywhere and in the distance I could see the ferris wheel. It was beautiful here. All the lights and the smell of various foods. The people all around were talking and laughing and there was carnival music coming from in the direction Merry-Go-Round. This kind of place just gave me a sense of being a little kid again. ((sorry for lack of good description here. i’ve never actually been to an amusement park like this at night so i didn’t have many foresights of how it would look and feel.))

Bill materialized twenty dollars and bought us tickets in. Once we were in, it was my turn to drag him places. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to a place that sold (F/F). We bought two orders of (F/F) and went to check out more rides and attractions for a little while. Bill stopped at one ride and just stood there and stared for a minute. It was a drop ride. ((Like Tower of Terror at Disneyland)) Bill grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the front gate of the ride. There is NO way I’m going on that. I thought as I tried to pull away from Bill’s grip. He turned around and playfully tugged at some of my hair. “C’mon, It’ll be funnnn.” Bill said as he tugged me slowly toward the ride. Eventually I gave in and just resorted to my plan that when the ride started up, I would just hold on to Bill’s arm. We gave the ride operator two tickets and he opened the gate for us. Bill sat us on the side of the ride from which we could see the most of the park. He helped me into my seat and then proceeded to take his. He lowered the lap bar over us and the other ride operator came around to make sure all of the bars were locked down. He flashed a thumbs up to the operator at the gate who gave him a small thumbs up in return. It looked as if he pressed some buttons and then the ride started rumbling. My feet were picked up off the ground and we went higher and higher. I reached for Bill’s hand. He chuckled and let me hold onto him. I looked up and saw we were nearing the top of the ride. We traveled up a couple more feet before I heard a click. All of the sudden we were being dropped through the air. I felt weightless. It was a feeling that I adored and dreaded at the same time. I buried my face in Bill’s sleeve. I felt his other hand come and rest on the back of my head to comfort me. He was screaming though. Screaming in delight. He loved thrill rides thats for sure. We landed slowly at the bottom of the ride and then before I knew it we were being shot up through the atmosphere again.

After a few more of this cycle of raising and dropping us, the ride was over. Bill unfastened our safety bar and helped me down from my seat. My feet touched the ground and I wobbled, falling into Bill. “Whoa, whoa. It’s ok,” The tone of his voice made it obvious that he was smirking. I looked up at him to see that his hair was all messed up from the ride. It was adorable when his hair was messed up. I assumed mine was messed up too. He let me lean on him as we walked out through the gate. We stopped at a food vendor and Bill bought us some cotton candy. We sat down on a bench and he put his arm around my waist. I laid on his shoulder and we slowly ate the cotton candy. I looked at my phone to check the time. The screen flashed the numbers 10:37 at me. I nudged Bill.

“Yeah, cupcake?” He said. I showed him the screen and a small frown came to his face. he sighed and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t want this night to end,” he said. His face lit up all the sudden. “Wait! There’s still one more place we’ve gotta go before I take you home.” He squeezed me to his side before taking my hand and pulling us up off the bench. He threw away the cotton candy stick away and led me in another direction. “Close your eyes, babe,” Bill said in my ear. His breath was tickling my neck as he spoke. I did as I was told and closed my eyes. What came after that was unexpected. After my eyes were closed, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. “Ahhhh! Bill!” I said starting to open my eyes. “Nope! keep ‘em closed, Cupcake.” I closed my eyes again and he stopped spinning me. “What was that even about?” I asked, giggling a little. “I had to get you disorientated so you wouldn’t know where we’re going.” He said and laughed. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers. The other hand traveled to my back as he led me to our last ride of the night.

“Alright you can open your eyes now.” He said after a few minutes, and squeezed my hand. I opened my eyes to find that we were standing in front of the ferris wheel. ((ah, yes. the good old ferris wheel, where every romance story eventually ends up. sorry if this was too predictable… XD)) I stared up at it. From the other end of the park, it looked small, but from here, it towered in front of me. Bill gave the ride operator two tickets and we took our seats. The lap bar closed on us automatically and we were hoisted up into the sky as other riders got on.

*Bill’s POV*

I put my arm around (Y/N) as we were slowly brought into the air. Our legs dangled loosely off the edge of the seat and (Y/N) kicked hers playfully. I moved my arm so it was around her waist and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She blushed at this and I smirked. “You’re so cute when you blush,” I said lifting up her chin. This made her blush more and I chuckled. Soon we were at the top of the ferris wheel. “I brought you up here because this ferris wheel was where we ended our first date too. Remember?” I asked. She smiled and nodded her head. I leaned my forehead against hers and laughed a little. “You remember that but you don’t remember that I used to call you ‘Cupcake’? Come on!” I laughed, throwing my head back before letting it come to rest on her forehead again. I squeezed her to my side and she laid her head on my arm.

I put my hands on either side of her face and looked into her (E/C) eyes. She stared back into mine. ((sorry I’m making it so he has two eyes. deal with it. XD)) I caressed her cheek with my thumb. I could feel myself blushing lightly. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek and let my kisses trail down until I was pecking along her jaw. I let my fingers run through her (H/L) (H/C) hair (Her up-do had come out on the drop ride). She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer. I nuzzled her neck with my nose, making her giggle and pull back a little. I smirked and continued, making her giggle more. “Agh! Bill! That tickles, stop it!” she said in between laughs.

*Your POV*

Bill stopped nuzzling my neck and snapped his fingers. The color slowly drained from everything and everyone except us. I gave him a questioning look. “What?” He asked, “Now we can stay up here as long as we want.” he smirked and pulled me closer again. He did have a point. In the Dreamscape, there was no time. We could stay out here as long as we wanted. Still, I thought it would be dishonest. “Yes, but not as long as you want.” I replied smirking at the pouty face that Bill made in response to what I said. “Aww, why not??” He asked while giving me puppy eyes. “Hey,” I said, “I never said that we couldn’t stay out a little later,” Bill brightened up. “But..” He narrowed his eyes. “We’ve gotta stay at the ferris wheel.” I finished. He gave me an ‘are you serious?’ look and rolled his eyes. “Party-pooper..” He said playfully under his breath. I laughed at his childlike attitude. He reached up and tugged at some of my hair, forcing me to come closer. I smirked and pulled at some of his hair also, forcing him to come even closer. Our faces were mere inches from each other.

*Bill’s POV*

It had been so long since I had been this close to (Y/N). This human body and the hormones weren’t helping much with my newfound anxiety. My breathing was becoming slightly shaky, and so was the rest of my body. My eyes kept darting over her face. I looked at her eyes then her cheeks and her forehead, her hair. Then finally my eyes started darting to her lips every so often. I think (Y/N) noticed a few times because she started blushing. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t know if she wanted me to kiss her. My hands went behind her back and I clung to her and I made the move.

I leaned in and my lips brushed against hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and that was my signal. I closed the tiny gap in between our mouths and pressed up against her. My hands traveled up into her hair and she kept her lips pressed on mine.

*Your POV*

He was kissing me. I ran my fingers through his golden hair and he ran his hands through mine as we shared that embrace. I marveled at how much I had missed this. Two years without Bill was too much. I savored this moment as his lips moved slowly and smoothly against mine. Bill kept pulling me closer. He bit my lip slightly as he moved his hands to my waist again. I would need air soon. I pressed my lips up against his one more time before we both came up for air.

He leaned his forehead on mine and we both sat there and breathed deeply. I could hear the shakiness of his breathing and chuckled a little to myself. He looked into my eyes and smiled. Not a smirk, but a real genuine smile. He pecked me on the lips again before snapping his fingers. Color returned to the world and I leaned against Bill’s arm. He put his arm around my waist as our seat glided down to the ground once more.

We got off the ride and walked down to the other end of the park hand in hand. I checked my phone and the display flashed 10:54. “Bill, I’ve gotta get home now.” I said as I squeezed his hand. He looked at the phone and picked me up, carrying me bridal style out of the park. He transported us to the edge of the forest outside The Mystery Shack.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right cupcake?” He asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “I should be available.” I smirked at him. With that he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine again. He pulled away and whispered, “Bye, babe.” and then he was gone.

Hiya! Here’s the stats:

Word count: 3,620 words (Including these and Author’s Babbles)

Paragraph count: 57

Page count: 6 (on original document)

Rumour Has It

         Okay, so I have to say, this was one of the funnest things to write ever (mainly cause im a huge nerd and looking up all this stuff was immensely enjoyable and nostalgic). So with that in mind, I think I’ll be making an hp au for each member of bts. However, please don’t expect a clear schedule for them because 1) ya’ll know im terrible at updating 2) I might take breaks in between to write other things. Also, you might notice that the OC doesn’t have a house. Well that’s because I didn’t want to ruin it by saying what one she’s in if it’s not the one you want to be in or were sorted to on pottermore (before it became a lame blog). Anywhooooo, I hope you all like it and your inner nerd comes out just as much as mine did. Lol. (:

             Snow billowed out over the courtyard, dusting every surface with a fresh coat of white powder as you made your way to the Great Hall. The hall was adorned with Christmas decorations as the holidays were fast approaching. Garland hung from the mantel on the fireplace while small, ornate pine trees were placed in the corners of the room. Much like the weather outside, the roof was a brilliant winter sky, snowflakes falling but never quite reaching the heads of the witches and wizards of Hogwarts. Robes swishing in your wake, you greeted your friends at your house table with a smile, plopping down beside them. Picking up a scone from the middle of the table, you picked at the pastry while you listened to your friends talk. Mornings were always rough for you, usually resulting in you being relatively mute for a few hours while nodding off here and there. Your friends heartily accepted that trait though, never bugging you too much until they knew they’d get a legible answer. However, lately they couldn’t help nudging you in the side every now and then, no matter the time of day, as their conversation flowed from homework and divination to the infamous brown haired, Hufflepuff boy.

               “He’s looking at you again.” Annabel, your closest friend in Hogwarts, mumbled beside you.

               Snapping your head up, you knew precisely who she meant as you glanced across the corridor, catching said Hufflepuff staring at you. Immediately, he gave you a soft lipped smile before continuing his own conversation.

               “I’m telling you,” Leah spoke with a hint of disdain in her voice, “You’re next, Y/N.”

               “I’m not.” You rolled your eyes, shoving a piece of pastry in your mouth.

               “You are.” Annabel replied in a singsong voice. “He’ll do the same thing he’s done to every other girl.”

               “He will not because he doesn’t like me. I’ve hardly even spoken to him.” Protesting, you knew this was a partial lie because in all honesty, you spoke frequently seeing as the two of you shared multiple classes together.

               “Yeah, but he’s interested.” Leah piped up once again, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in her voice as she now stared at Hufflepuff’s playboy. Though the words she spoke were words of warning, you couldn’t help but notice that they were laced with underlying want. “And everyone knows that when Park Jimin is interested, it’s only a matter of time.”

               To that, you had no answer because even you knew that the statement was true. It was no secret that Jimin was enormously popular, particularly amongst woman. Friends with almost everyone, a person would be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t like Jimin, though were still few who existed. His gentle features were alluring, though severely contradicted by his demeanor. Jimin liked to act tough at times, most likely due to his cute exterior, but he was kind to anyone who approached him. When it came to women, he was notoriously flirty; his ability to be endearing without even meaning to often winning them over, though his moves were not to be trifled with either. Whispers had even gone around the school that love potions were the fuel to his success at one point, though it was quickly dismissed when Madeline Grover gave Liara Abbott an antidote only to find that it did nothing to diminish her love crazed tendencies. However, his own infatuation with a certain girl never seemed to last long, most often not even reaching the point of being a legitimate relationship. Subconsciously, your eyes fluttered toward the boy, only to meet his own dark irises again. Heat swelled in your cheeks as you quickly dropped your gaze, determined to not be one of his mindless toys.

               Arriving in potions, your resolution remained clear in your mind. Taking your seat, you said a polite ‘hello’ to Professor Slughorn, thankful that he was busy so he couldn’t talk your ear off. Being amongst Slughorn’s favoured students had it perks, but man, did he like to talk at times. Unloading your textbook, you folded your hands over your lap, watching as various student filed into the room, taking their seats at the two person worktables. Fiddling your fingers, you did your best to focus on revising your homework from the night before. However, with each head that bobbed through the door, you found yourself eagerly looking to see who it was, when finally it was him that sauntered through the door.

               Immediately averting your eyes to the front, he took his usual seat beside you. His arm grazed yours as he sat on the stool, leaning over to whisper as Slughorn’s voice boomed around the classroom, “Did you manage to get question 26 done? I couldn’t remember if it was stewed mandrake or mandrake root.”

               Instead of replying, you merely passed your paper to him, eyes glued to your teachers pudgy form. You sensed Jimin hesitate beside you, caught off guard by your coolness, though taking the paper nevertheless. The class was tense as you ignored Jimin, only acknowledging him when you had to. It wasn’t that didn’t want to talk to him, but that you were afraid that if you didn’t, you become like all of the rest of the girls fawning hopelessly over him. This carried on not only for the rest of the day, but for a week until the day before Christmas Break. Jimin would try to break through your sudden icy exterior many times, but you would merely brush him off. After the first few days, he seemed to decide to leave it be, not even asking you questions about class anymore but silently facing forward just as you did. Growing tired of your recent change in attitude, by the end of the week you could tell Jimin was getting agitated. By the way he fidgeted beside you, you knew he didn’t like the tense atmosphere but you still didn’t want to give in, eager for winter break to start so that you could relax.

               On the last day of class before holidays, Jimin broke the silence in Charms class as Professor Flitwick explained the precise wand movements to a new spell. “When are you going to stop ignoring me?”

               Jumping your seat, your guard fell as you were startled when you’d been nearly half asleep. “I am not.”

               A grin curled the corners of his mouth up. “Finally! You spoke!”

               Realizing you’d tripped up, you turned your eyes back to your teacher, shaking you’re head and grumbling, “you’re so dramatic…”

               “I was going to ask if I’d done something,” Jimin continued on, his wand moving carelessly in his hand, choosing to pay no mind to your comment, “but then I remembered how the last time I’d seen you, you were practically drooling over me.”

               “What?!” You protested, aiming a sharp jab in his side, only to realize he was joking by the giggles that escaped his lips. Cheeks growing warm when you’d realized your voice had caught the attention of a few other students, you muttered lowly, “You’d better watch yourself, Park Jimin.”

               Your threat was responded by a good natured laugh as the tension was now nowhere in sight because of his prodding. Cursing yourself mentally for falling for his trick, you almost didn’t hear him when he asked, “Are you going home for break?”

               “Not this year.” You replied, not bothering to elaborate.

               “Well, that’s good because neither am I.” Your eyes widened, the dreams of a quiet Christmas becoming crushed with every syllable he spoke. “I thought I’d be bored, but if you’re here too then we can keep each other company.”

               “I-I-“ You stumbled for words, resembling a fish as your mouth hung open.

               “Sorry, but I’ve got to find McGonagall.” Jimin rose from his chair, the class coming to a close. Picking up his things, he flashed you a quick smile making your heart stutter in your chest. “See you later, Y/N.”

               Groaning, your flopped your head down onto the desk in defeat. How were you supposed to avoid him now?


               For the first little while, you were very much successful in your efforts to avoid the brown haired love trap. Sticking mostly to your dormitory, you were sure to scout out the empty corridors before venturing down to the Great Hall for some food. However, the confines of your dorm grew old quickly without your friends to keep you entertained. Boredom sprung forth an immense amount of daydreaming; a great deal more than you’d be willing to admit holding Jimin as the subject. Separated from the people you cared for, you found yourself missing your friends and their mindless chatter. However, you also found yourself missing the delightful trickle of a certain persons laugh. The slope of his thick lips and the impossibly adorable crinkle of his eye smile also becoming something you were longing for. Writhing around on your bed, you dropped your book to the side on the fourth day of solidarity, frustration coursing through you. Unable to take it anymore, you decided to chance a journey down to the Great Hall, hoping that a quick game of wizard’s chess with yourself would clear your thoughts.

               Sleuthing through the corridors, you were grateful when you came across the Great Hall empty. Sighing in relief, you moved to the chess set closest to the fireplace and sat down on the dining table bench. Rolling your shoulders, you settled into the wooden seat, enjoying the way the fire was warming your back through the sweater you wore. Muttering your first command, you couldn’t help but feel relaxed as you watch the pawn move to where you told it. Sure, wizard’s chess was considered a children’s game for some, but it never failed to send a little sense of cruel enjoyment through you as you watched a chess piece clobber the other. Slowly, you found yourself getting invested in the game, despite being your own opponent. Enraptured, you didn’t hear the creak of the table as someone sat across from you. It wasn’t until the person made an order to the chess pieces that you noticed them, jumping when their voice replaced your own and snickered at your reaction. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was, dread seeping through your veins.

               “You know this game is much more fun when you’re actually playing with someone.” Jimin mused, casting you a grin before it dissipated into a playful scowl. “You’ve been avoiding me again.”

               “No, I haven’t.” you quickly retorted, issuing a command to knock one of his pieces off the board, watching as your chess piece swung viciously at his.

               “You haven’t?” He replied, a knowing tone adorning his voice. “What’ve you been doing for the past four days then?”

               “I—“ Stuttering, you watched as Jimin countered your move, cornering your king. “I’ve been busy.”

               “With what? Chess?” Jimin mocked, motioning a defined hand at the board with a cheeky grin. “Checkmate by the way.”

               Folding your arms over your chest, you knew you were flushed as you lied through your teeth. “No, with catching up on some school stuff.”

              “If you say so.” Jimin squinted at you, before shrugging though it was clear that he knew you were lying. “You know, I really was starting to wonder if I’d done something. If I did, I’d hope you’d tell me…”

               Meeting his eyes, the sincerity in his face began to eat away at your conscience. It hit you that you’d been unfair; realizing that if he’d treated you the way you had been doing so toward him, you’d be hurt. Sighing, you rested your elbows on the table. “You didn’t do anything. I’m sorry. It has really has nothing to do with you Jimin. Just— stuff…”

               A little confused by your answer, he nodded, trusting that you were being honest. His eyes drifted past you causing you to turn to see that the embers of the fire were beginning to dim, signalling that it was nearly time to return to the dorms. “Should we go?”

               “Probably, before Filch finds us and goes off.” You replied, stomach fluttering when Jimin laughed in response.

               “That’d probably be best.” He smiled, rising from the table at the same time as you. Walking to the doors, he said delicately, “Can I walk you back?”

               Nodding, the two of you strode through the halls, making light conversation as the paintings on the walls told you to shush. As your steps fell in line with each other’s, the back of his hand lightly brushed against yours. Stuffing your hands in your pockets, you gave him a sheepish look as he acted as though it didn’t happen regardless of the smirk on his face. Finally, your door came into sight and you felt your feet slow, not yet willing to return to solitude. Stopping before the entrance, you turned to face Jimin, who shoved his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans.

               “I’ll see you tomorrow…?” For the first time, you heard hesitation in his voice instead of cockiness.

               For a moment you contemplated your answer, knowing that hanging out with him could be potentially dangerous. However, the idea of spending the remainder of the two weeks alone in your room wasn’t all that appealing. Besides, you could still resist him, right? “Sure.”

               The days seemed to fly by in Jimin’s company. Feet scuffing against the floor as you walked, pleasant memories flickered in your mind from the past week. Snowball fights, angels carved into snow, and star speckled nights in the astronomy tower painted your thoughts, each memory like something out of a dream. It turned out that you needn’t be anxious at all; Jimin hadn’t once tried to pull something with you, but that didn’t stop you from falling for him anyway. Before you had known it, Jimin had pushed his way into your heart without much effort at all on his part. The way his voice dropped when he was talking about something serious, the feel of his arms around your waist as he threw you backwards into the snow, and the gleam in his eyes as he looked past your shell and into the core of who you were; all these were things that you had come to hold close to your heart. You knew now that it was foolish to think you wouldn’t fall for him, because in all honesty you already had long before winter break started. You liked to think you were different; that he was different with you. However, you couldn’t shake the incessant feeling that this was all destined to come to an end. The truth of the matter was that you really had no way of knowing he wouldn’t drop you, dooming you to become part of the group of girls who’d been tossed to the side just like you. Of course, you wanted to believe he was sincere, but it seemed impossible when the voices of your friends tainted your mind.

               Shaking your head, you sighed and glanced up, nearing your common room door. Gasping in surprise when you saw a figure sitting on the ground, you called out, “Jimin?”

               Once the black capped head snapped toward you, you let out a breath of relief, walking toward him. Shuffling up from his place on the floor, he gave you a smile, beanie sitting lopsided on his head. “Hey, Y/N.”

               “What are you doing here?”

               “I was waiting for you. What else would I be doing here?”

               “Jimin,” you giggled. “You saw me half an hour ago at the Christmas Feast and all day before that.”

               “So?” He scratched the back of his head, the blush on his cheeks catching you off guard. “It’s Christmas. Plus, I have hot chocolate.”

               “You do?” You replied, only now noticing the white bag that was sitting on the floor behind him.

               “Now you’re interested.” He teased, reaching behind him to grab the bag. Fingers intertwined with yours, making red dust across your cheeks as he pulled you away from the door to the common room. “C’mon, we can go make it now.”

               “Okay…” your voice came out small as you stared down at your hands.

               Your heart thumped in your chest when he didn’t let go, wondering if he was enjoying the way your skin felt against his just as much as you were. Leading you down toward the kitchens, his hand remained clamped around yours, a comfortable silence hanging between the two of you. Arriving, you glanced around at all the pots and pans hanging around the room, a little awestruck at the size of the ingredient wall which crawled up the side of the room to a queasy height. All around, house elves wandered about, cleaning up and preparing for the day to come. However, once Jimin let go of your hand to grab a kettle off the wall, several of the elves stopped what they were doing.

               “Mr. Park!”

               Several elves came to greet him, insisting that they’d take care of boiling water if that was what he needed. Jimin however, refused to do so, saying that he could do this much and trying to reassure them that they could return to what they were doing. Watching him interact with the small creatures warmed your heart as he treated them with respect, unlike how some would take advantage of the kind-hearted elves. Carrying on a conversation with a few of them, they trailed behind him like ducklings, some exclaiming that they could do his bidding while others spoke to him enthusiastically about the whispers currently filtering around the castle. Taking a seat at one of the four tables, which were identical to the ones in the Great Hall, you waited patiently as Jimin hastily greeted them while simultaneously making your hot chocolate. When his task was finally finished and you had a steaming mug in your hands, you bid the house elves goodbye and made your way back up toward your dormitory.

               “Do you go see them often? They seem to be rather taken by you.” You questioned, taking a sip of the drink only to grimace as it stung your tongue.

               “Yeah, I guess.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s on the way to the Hufflepuff’s dormitories anyway. When I was younger they’d always give me extra snacks so it kinda became habit.”

               The two of you ventured on until you reached the door to your house, entering the common room and settling down in front of the fireplace. The two of you talked for a long time, hot chocolate mugs long since discarded to the side. Your backs pressed against the edge of the couch, cushions on the floor providing your seating as you sat close to his side. His arm slung behind you on the chair, you spoke of anything and everything, never having an awkward pause as the two of you fed off each other. Lights in the room began to dim and the setting became cozy with the bright burning fire now providing most of the lighting in the room. The flickering flames casted shadows over Jimin’s face highlighting the slope of his jaw and the outline of his plump lips as he talked, enticing you closer until you were tucked into his side. The bones of his ribcage pressed against your arm and you could feel the expansion of his lungs with each breath of air he took. Knees knocking together, it felt cozy being nestled into his side while the fire crackled and burned long into the night. You could feel your eyelids growing a little heavy in the dim light. Though your body ached for the comfort of your bed, your heart and mind longed to stay with Jimin, convinced that you could stay up till dawn if it was with him.

               “Ah, I almost forgot.” Jimin shifted beside you, reaching into his back pocket but concealing the object in his hand. With his finger, he motioned for you to turn around. You did as he asked, turning to face the opposite direction of him.

               The pads of his fingertips brushed across the skin of your neck, nearly making you shudder as he pulled your hair over your shoulder. His breath was hot against your spine as you felt a cool chain being placed around your neck. Hearing him clasp the pieces together, he pulled your hair over the chain, something heavy coming to rest in the valley of your breasts. Glancing down you picked the locket up in your hands, pivoting to face the fire once more. The locket was covered in intricate designs and you ran a finger over them delicately, marvelling at their beauty. Jimins voice was low beside you and you knew he was watching your reaction. “Open it.”

               Seeing the latch on the side, you popped open the piece of jewellery, gasping at what you saw. Wisped tails of blue light like smoke sprung from the center of the locket, creating the outline of a winter fairy, rising from the cloud of light with grace and dancing in the air above it. Around her snow fell while a hauntingly beautiful tune played in the background. Surges of color made up of different hues of blue melded into each other at the base of the locket, casting the edges of her figure into different colors as well as she moved.

               “Merry Christmas, Y/N.” Jimin said softly beside you as the fairy finished her performance, melting back into the locket as you closed it.

               “It’s beautiful, Jimin. Thank you.” You replied, holding the jewelry in your palm as though it was your heart. However, you began to feel guilty as you realized you hadn’t gotten anything for him. Thinking back to the items in your trunk, an idea struck you. Rising quickly from your spot on the floor, you commanded, “Wait here.”

               Jimin nodded and you took off to your room. Flipping open your trunk, you searched for a particular item, though you didn’t have to search for long. Picking up the garment, you raced back down the stairs, seeing Jimin staring into the fire. He jumped as you sat cross-legged beside him, winding the scarf around his neck. The dark blue wool complimented his face nicely and you knew you’d made the right decision, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous as to whether he would appreciate the piece of clothing as much as you did.

              “I know it’s not much,” you began, hanging on to the edges of the scarf, “but it’s homemade, and a really nice color. In fact, it’s my favourite scarf. Though, it doesn’t really compare to what you got me—“

               “You made this?” Jimin interrupted.

               “Yeah,” You said sheepishly, “well kinda. I enchanted the knitting needles that made it, so I basically did.”

               An amused chuckle left his mouth, as he stopped your hands from fidgeting with the scarf by capturing them in his own. “It’s perfect, Y/N.”

               Lips curling, you looked up at him, a warm aura encapsulating you both. “Merry Christmas, Jimin.”

               He didn’t respond, the grin beginning to dissipate as he leaned toward you. His eyes were darker, something playing behind them that you didn’t quite recognize. All precaution thrown out the window, you didn’t even notice yourself inching toward him until soft lips touched yours in a feather-light embrace. His eyes searched yours, noses rubbing together as both of you wondered if you were really doing this. Tentatively, he touched his mouth to yours again, lingering this time. Each kiss became more intoxicating, lasting a fraction longer than the last until you both began to ache for more. Eyelids fluttering closed, you gave in to him. With the joining of your mouths, your body seemed to melt, tired of denying the connection you had. His lips danced with yours, nipping your bottom lip lightly but never giving you quite enough. Hands leaving the scarf, you wound them around his neck, pressing him into you. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, to which you immediately responded by opening your mouth to allow him to tangle his tongue with yours. He tasted sweet, much like the warm beverage you’d drank which only made you sink into him further. His arm wound around your back, rising to his knees to face you as you pulled away the wool scarf, growing frustrated that it was obstructing the places your hands could travel. Breaking the kiss, your lips trailed down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Rewarded with a quiet moan, Jimins lips searched for yours. His kiss became needy as he pressed you backward, lowering you to the wooden floor.

               Your back touched the wood as you uncrossed your legs, giving Jimin enough room to settle between them. His body pressed into yours deliciously, the friction of your breasts pressing into his chest fuelling the newfound lust inside you as the locket around your neck was crushed between you. Fingers carded through his hair, pushing the cap off his head as you tugged on the strands lightly, eliciting a grunt. The arm under your waist tightened, making you arch into him, feeling every crevice of his torso against yours as he devoured your lips. His kiss diverted from your mouth, travelling along your jaw as the hand which wasn’t supporting your weight gripped your hip, drawing circles with his thumb. Wet, reddened lips left trails of his moistened touch as his head dipped into your neck. Sucking harshly at the skin, his hand snuck under your shirt, the feel of his fingertips dancing along your side sending shocks of electricity through your body.

               “Not in the common room.” A bored male voice rang out, startling the both of you as you scrambled apart.

               Shooting away from one another, you fixed your clothing, both of you rising to sit as the Head Boy of your dorm walked by, unfazed by catching you two in the act. The two of you sat stiffly, you once again cross-legged while Jimin sat with his back against the couch and a pillow over his groin, face flushed and lips swollen from kissing you. His hair stuck up in various directions from you running your hands through it wildly, but you didn’t dare reach out to smooth it down. When the Head Boy finally began his ascent up the stairwell, Jimin began to laugh loudly, snatching up his hat from the floor and placing it back on his head as you buried your face in his shoulder, exclaiming about how embarrassed you were. You weren’t lying when you said you were embarrassed, but it wasn’t the feeling dominating inside you either. Honestly, you felt elated, the self-loathing you thought you’d feel if you got with Jimin nowhere in sight as you played with the locket around your neck. Everything felt right with him. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to be caught by Jimin; even you did turn out to only be a toy.

               When Monday morning rolled around, you were living on cloud nine. The remainder of the break had been filled to the brim with Jimin, each of you not wanting to waste the time you had to be together until the rest of the school returned. The morning of the first day back was somewhat like a dream. Secretive touches under tables and whispered words were strung between the two of you in a love hazed state. However, when lunch rolled around, that seemed to change.

               In one moment, it went from Jimin treating you like royalty, to him not even sparing you a glance in your direction. He seemed uncomfortable around you, uncharacteristically so. You’d tried to ask him what was wrong, but each time it was thwarted by a teacher or fellow classmate interrupting the two of you. From lunch until the end of the last class, a troubled look was plastered on his face as he took up a peculiar silence, making you grow worried as well. Maybe in the end I really was just like every other girl, you thought, absentmindedly touching the locket hidden under your school uniform. It wasn’t until supper that you learned the reason for his strange behaviour.

               “Guess what I just heard?” Leah exclaimed as she sat by your side.

               “Hm?” you said, mouth preoccupied with chewing the food in your mouth.

               “Jimin got caught kissing Ramona on the stairs!” She finished excitedly, making you choke on your food. Patting your back as you coughed, reaching desperately for some water, she continued on. “Isn’t that great, Y/N? Now you can relax.”

               You nodded solemnly, clearing your throat. Not wanting to hear their ‘I told you so’s. You hadn’t told them of what had happened over break yet, waiting until you were sure of what the two of you were before letting anything slip.  Now, you were glad you had remained silent, disappointment making your hands shake under the table. It all made sense now; his odd behaviour being a guilt induced side effect. You should have known better, you chided yourself, knowing that the way your heart felt like it was unravelling in your chest was your own fault.

               “Must be hard being that attractive,” Leah snorted, blatantly staring in the direction of the man himself. “It’d be nice to be the female equivalent of him, wouldn’t it?”

               “A girl can dream.” Annabel joined in, giggling at her friend. “I heard about that too, but everyone is saying that she pushed herself on him—“

               Not wanting to hear it anymore, you stood abruptly from the table, catching the gaze of Jimin. Your eyes held his for a moment, taking note of the concerned look on his face, before you shook your head in irritation. You feel like a fool for getting this upset when he wasn’t even yours, but you couldn’t help the anger igniting inside you. “Y/N?”

               Turning your eyes down to Annabel, who looked up at you in bewilderment, you muttered, “Sorry— I just need some air.”

              Abruptly, you made your way out of the Great Hall, wanting to be anywhere he wasn’t. Letting your feet guide you, your mind raced. Head spinning, you wanted to kick yourself for believing that he’d cared for you for even the briefest of moments. You knew that it was stupid to get involved him, and yet you’d done it anyway. A shuddering breath raked through you as you stepped into the cold winter air, the feeling of snow hitting your cheeks comforting you. It was still light outside, sun ready to hang in the sky for at least a couple more hours. Running your hand along the railing, you stepped onto the wooden bridge, rebuild from the relics of the Second Wizarding War. Stopping halfway through the sheltered walkway, you slumped onto the railing, letting your hands dangle over the edge. Staring down in the stream below, you pulled off the locket from around your neck. Unclasping it, you watched attentively as the fairy sprung forth, unceasingly beautiful as she began her performance. As you cradled the locket, you wondered how much of the time you spent with Jimin was genuine or whether it was all just a game for the boy. Tracing the edges of the locket, you nearly dropped it into the depths below when a voice invaded your thoughts.

               “You’re not gonna chuck that are you? It wasn’t very easy to find…”

               Snapping the locket shut, the music stopped; the glacial silence eerie in the bitter air. Craning your neck to the side, you saw Jimin, hands in his robes while the scarf you gave him was wrapped securely around his neck. Scoffing, you replied, “Why would you care? I’m sure you’ve given Ramona the same one.”

               “You heard,” he groaned, unsheathing a hand and running it over his face.

               “I did.” You replied plainly.

               “Did you hear everything?” He asked, eyeing you with hope. “I didn’t—“

               “Does it really matter, Jimin?” Your voice sounded exhausted, and honestly you were, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed at this point. “Because I don’t really want to hear it.”

               “It does because it’s not what you think.” He protested, not letting you weasel your way out of having this conversation.

               Sighing, you grit your teeth and stood up straight, tucking the locket into your robe. “Get on with it, then.”

               “Look, I know what everyone says about me and for the most part it’s true. But it’s different with you. I swear that I didn’t want to kiss her. I didn’t even want to talk to her actually.” Seeing you squinting, he knew that he needed to hurry up before you snapped at him; the current explanation not proving good enough. “She cornered me on the stairs and just kept talking and telling me she liked me. I couldn’t just walk away because I’m not that much of an ass. So instead I was hearing her out and before I knew it she was trying to kiss me. I didn’t mean for it to happen and I pushed her away right away. That’s it. And you’re wrong by the way; you’re the only one I’ve given something like that locket to. Actually, you’re the only one I’ve ever done this much for.”

               Remembering what Annabel had begun to say at the dining table, you got the sinking feeling that you were too quick to pull the trigger, evidently not actually knowing the whole story. Even so, it didn’t totally alleviate how you felt. With a discontent laugh, you spoke, “Ah, this is so frustrating.”

               Jimin quirked his head. “What is?”

               “I’m not even your girlfriend and I’m acting this pathetic about something I shouldn’t have even been angry about in the first place.” You shook your head, feeling like a child.

               Jimin laughed at your comment, taking a step closer to you, “We can change that if you want.”

               “What?” Taken aback, you looked at him, utterly perplexed. Jimin didn’t do relationships; it was common knowledge. Unable to believe him, you looked at him accusingly. “Are you serious?”

               Shrugging, his cheeks grew pink as he looked at you sheepishly. “If you want me to be.”

               Contemplating his offer, you knew it could lead to heart break for you, but never in your life had you seen him so earnest. What he said was true as well. Jimin didn’t cling to people, never really having too. But with you, he’d stuck like gum, unwilling to let you slip away and even confessing, which was unheard of for him. But the possibility of something happening like today was gripping onto the edge of your mind, nagging you. However, looking at Jimin, you didn’t want to let him go just because of a million ‘what if’s. Jimin wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, but you could see now that he didn’t want to give up just as much as you didn’t. Realizing that maybe all these moments you’d doubted him were only a culmination of your own doing, you knew it was you that was preventing this from happening, proving that you were your own worst enemy. As you thought of the time you’d shared over winter break and the way your heart seemed to swell, unbearably so, whenever his skin grazed yours, you knew your answer.

               “I want you to be.”

               “Then I am.” He responded quickly, with a dopey smile plastered on his face. Coming closer to you, he reached into your pocket, taking out the locket. Leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath hitting your face, he reached around you to place the locket back in its rightful place, hand dragging along the chain to brush over the spot where the locket fell before taking your hands in his. Swinging them lightly between the two of you, he beamed, “I think you owe me something.”

               Furrowing your brows, you were about to ask him what he meant when his head nodded upwards. Eyes drifting up you saw the unmistakable leaves and bright red berries of mistletoe hanging from a wooden beam amongst a cluster of icicles. However, instead of complying, you merely laughed, taking out your wand and muttering an incantation. “It doesn’t count if you use transfiguration, Jimin.”

               Watching at the leaves turned clear, slowly reverting back into an icicle. Jimin complained in front of you, grabbing the wrist of your hand that held your wand. “Why not?”

               “Because that’s not how it works.” You giggled. “If it did there wouldn’t be anything special about it. Besides—“

               “I really don’t care.” Jimin interrupted, yanking you into him and clashing his lips against yours. Your eyelids fluttered closed as the surprise wore off, granting his wish as your lips smiled into the kiss. Plucking the wand out of your hand, Jimin gave it a defiant wave as the transformation above you stopped. Getting caught up within each other’s touch, the icicle unfurled, spreading out and curving itself into shapes until the its edges tinged green and red, forming a brilliant mistletoe for starry-eyed lovers to take advantage of; or mischievous, well prepared wizards.

The Magician’s Roommate

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(I’ve decided to appreciate myself. Typical. I wrote a thing about Pynch through the eyes of Adam’s college roommate. I wrote it really quickly, but I honestly really love how it turned out. Let me know what you think.)

Keith Holloway had always had a certain idea of what his college experience would be like. Study groups, coffee shops, and maybe the occasional party.

So far, all of that had been proven correct.

The one thing he didn’t anticipate, however, was Adam Parrish.

It was impossible for any one man to anticipate Adam Parrish really, because honestly what even was he? Did anyone know? Did Adam?

Keith surmised he was from the south based on accent alone. It was not an obvious thing, but Adam’s words all carried that subtle ring of practiced forgery, and Keith, being both evervigilant and a law student, could hear the occasional vowel overstaying its welcome.

Adam Parrish had arrived at Princeton in possession of a full-ride scholarship, a big brain, and an even bigger work ethic. His hands were weathered, his skin was freckled. His wardrobe repeated weekly and there were permanent bags seated under his eyes.

He was also deaf in one ear.

A blow to the head, he’d said.

It was gruff, detached, as if the sting of those words had scabbed over long ago.

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My First Love

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Summary: you never knew what love was, but you did once you fell for a silver haired, blue eyed boy. People described it as the most beautiful feeling ever but, why did they never speak as much of the pain it caused?

Author’s Note: alright I had been writing fluff only for a while and thought why not try something new.it has no fluffy ending, just pure angst. It’s my first time writing angst so feedback is most welcome. Hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, angst, crying, emotional distress and maybe a swear word or two.

Word Count: 1668

Part 2, 3

Originally posted by registeredalien

You were taught to be tough from a very young age. The very goal of your training wasn’t just to teach you how to incorporate your powers as you fought, it was to teach you to bear great pain. You were being raised to become a weapon to be used against the evil. It wasn’t that you weren’t allowed to have a normal life, you were but how far could have you gone with your power of shadow manipulation and your other life of being a professional killer. you went back to your training until a day came and the place you called home was up rooted. You were young and struggling when the avengers took you in.

You very reserved at first but slowly opened up to them, especially Natasha. She was like a big sister to you and could understand you the most. you were doing okay until you met him. the guy with silver hair and blue eyes.

  When you first met him you had this weird feeling you couldn’t quite put a finger on. You ignored it and carried on. You didn’t know why but you felt this need to be around him 24/7. You became quick friends with him for you both had a difficult past. You both didn’t have much of a childhood and suffered from some occasional but terrifying nightmares. You both helped each other through it and your friendship deepened.

You were lost in your thoughts sitting on one of the benches in the gym. Noticing, Natasha nudged you in the ribs.

‘lost in the thoughts of bluey again?’ she asked.

‘what?’ you snapped her head in her direction.

‘you know the not so new boy, who runs really fast, wears tight t-shirts-‘

‘I know that, I was asking what you meant by “lost in the thoughts”? you folded your arms.

‘come on (y/n), everyone can see that you like him. ’ she said and you rolled your eyes.

‘we are just best friends! I just like being around him because I can connect with him.’ you looked at her and softened your gaze.’ You out of all people know me the best nat. you know how my training made me this being who can bear any amount of pain and can’t feel much emotions. Love, out of all these feelings that I am capable of feeling now, is just something I can never feel. I really wanna experience all this you know? I wanna feel too,’ You looked at your hands and avoided her eyes.

‘(y/n), can you please be true to yourself and me, and tell me what are your exact thoughts about Pietro?’ she kept a hand on your shoulder.

‘I-I don’t know, I just like being around him. I like to observe him, talk to him and spend time with him. he is much nicer once you get to know him. I feel …. Happy around him.’ you looked at her and shrugged.

‘that’s because you like him. what they taught you about emotions seems to be wearing off.’ She looked ahead.

‘is that bad?’ you rubbed your neck.

‘it depends.’ She gave you a small smile.

All you could think about for the rest of the day was about what Natasha had said. Where you just attracted to him? or was it a deeper feeling? You walked in Pietro’s room as you both had decided to watch movies you had missed on. You knocked the door thrice.

‘the hell are you doing in there?!’ you knocked the door again.

‘just a second! don’t come in! I am half naked!’ he shouted. An image of him shirtless flashed in your mind but you quickly shook it off. He opened the door all dressed up and grinning.

‘where are you off to now sonic?’ you folded your arms. ‘

I have a date.’ He said grinning like an idiot ‘oh’ you said. You felt this heat rise inside you. were you jealous?

‘yeah, I met her at that bar we went to yesterday. She is really beautiful and amazing.’ He blushed a little.

‘oh that girl? Yeah, she was gorgeous.’ You gave him a small smile. ‘I’ll leave you alone now, bye. All the best.’

‘thanks.’ He said and pulled you in a hug. You liked being this close to him. maybe Nat was right. ‘I’ve gotta go, should not keep her waiting.’ He winked at you and paced away.

  You were left in a state of chaos. On one hand, you wanted to hold him close while on the other hand you wanted to be the way you were and stay devoid of emotions for they only caused pain.

This went on for two months, you thought that this wasn’t going to go much longer as it was some girl he met at a bar but boy, were you wrong. They both were the cute couple everyone was talking about. Well, Pietro had to fall for her, she had long dark hair, beautiful big eyes, full lips, tall stature and what not. She was beautiful all together. And you believed that she was great for him, he deserved a normal girl who could love him not someone like you who could only cause harm.

You were okay with his new lover but the thing that was bothering you was that you couldn’t even be friends with him now. You couldn’t feel the surge of happiness that came from being with him. You were getting back your emotions, something that were taken from you by your training. You were being taught to be merciless but being around him made you feel all fuzzy. You would get what they called ‘butterflies’ when he complimented you or winked at you. you wanted to be with him, touch him like they showed in the movies. All these fluffy feelings would go away when he would start singing her praises. When he would tell you how happy he was with her. It would sting but you smiled and nodded along with him.

You were holding fine until the day everyone was present in the common room and Pietro zapped in grinning. You smiled seeing him but it fell when you saw her with him.

‘everyone! This is Rosalie, my girlfriend.’ He put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

‘hi.’ She awkwardly waved. She received a bunch of ‘heys’ from everyone.

‘I am sorry, Rosalie but we’ve got some important work to do, so some of us must go.’ Steve said after everyone had exchanged pleasantries.

‘aww, really? I was looking forward to be able to talk to all of you.’ she rubbed her arm.

‘well, Natasha, (y/n) and some others are not going so you can look forward to talking to them.’ Tony got up.

‘oh, alright. Have a great day.’ She said in a sweet tone. Soon half of the avengers left for a mission. Only people left in the common room were Natasha, you, Pietro and his girlfriend. You and Nat were sitting on the chair while Pietro and Rosalie where lying tangled on the couch whispering and sharing soft touches

‘you don’t seem much bothered by all this.’ Natasha whispered.

‘trust me, it’s really hard.’ You sipped on your drink.

‘why didn’t you tell him?’ she looked at you with a soft expression.

‘for what? To ruin our friendship? Or his happiness? He’s happy with her. He deserves a normal girl like her not some fucked up person with an equally fucked up past like me.’ you swirled your drink.’ You know what? I realized it. It was love. I couldn’t get rid of it after getting out of that hell hole, I attached myself to the first person who provided me affection.’ You smirked.

‘(y/n)-‘she looked at you with sympathy.

‘that was one good first love.’ You smiled.

you both looked over the couch and found them kissing each other passionately. That was the last straw. It felt like someone was twisting a knife in your guts. Seeing someone you loved with someone else, was painful. What had happened to you? you weren’t the one to… feel. Why was all this happening now? You stood up abruptly and walked right out the room, Natasha followed you.

You didn’t know what to do, it was all so overwhelming. You wanted to scream and let all this out but you couldn’t. you didn’t think twice and started running on full speed.

‘Pain hurts the most when not felt.’ Your master’s words ringing loud and clear in your ears.

you ran until you couldn’t see a single soul. It was some abandoned park. You breathed heavily and then your legs gave out. There you were, on your knees trying to cope with the emotional pain that came with what they called love. You felt something running down your cheek. You touched it.

tears’ you thought. You were crying. You weren’t supposed to, you had to be strong. you couldn’t be weak. Your powers started to get out of hand and shadows started running in every direction of the park. You felt a pain surging in your wrists and chest, you just wanted to claw it out.

Natasha finally reached there and saw you. she was breathing heavily and approached you slowly.

‘(y/n)-‘her voice cracked when she saw you, you were holding back tears and your face was pained. You were quiet and made no voice. She knew exactly how you felt. ‘sweetheart, it’s okay.’ She wrapped her arms around you. ‘let it go.’

You were numb now; you couldn’t feel anything. You just breathed and had a blank expression on your face.

  ‘I wish I could.’ You whispered and pulled away. ‘I failed for the first time.’ You looked at her with a face devoid of emotions. ‘remember how I said I wanted to feel everything?’ She looked confused but nodded as she rubbed your arms.

‘I-I don’t wanna feel anything,’ you looked at her.

 ‘I don’t wanna feel any fucking thing.’ You stood up and started walking. Happiness wasn’t something for you after all.

Valentines is a nightmare(eng ver.)

Title : Valentines is a nightmare

Pairing : Naruhina, Sasusaku, Shikatema, Saiino + slightly ChoujiKarui

Rate : K (very fluffy!)

Note : An English translation of Thai ver. Valentines is a nightmare.

I know it’s too late for Valentines, but hey! Finally I finished translating it!

Well, I’m still an amateur in English literature, so some stuffs may not as smooth as in Thai ver. I’ll try to improve it next time.

A big hug for Hiyuura for correcting and improving an Eng ver. <3

Here for bookluverandmore​ who asked for a translation. ><

And do not repost without permission please.

              “Valentines is  a nightmare!”

              Those words hung in the air inside Ichiraku Ramen store, as loud as a shout. Fortunately, there were no customers other than him and his friends that night, otherwise the Loudmouth would certainly attract others’ cold glares. Still, the looks he received from his companion weren’t so appreciative either. 

              “How troublesome. It is just another troublesome festival, isn’t it?” Shikamaru said while snapping his chopsticks, ready for his meal that had just arrived.

              “Valentines is an important day for couples, the women in love, chocolate shops, flower shops, cafe, and sweet shops.” The monotonous speech made everyone stare at the man in surprise. Sai just shrugged as if it was no big matter. “The book says so.”

              “That’s why it’s a nightmare!” Naruto threw his arms up as if to show magnitude of the aforementioned nightmare.

              “Explain then, how come Valentines is a nightmare, Naruto?” Shikamaru sighed, letting the blond be the center of the conversation for this men’s night out.

              Naruto grinned triumphantly - it was always like this so nobody cared anymore - then he said:

              “Tomorrow will be our first Valentines ‘ttebayo!”


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“Hey…” Abigail licked her lips nervously before speaking again. “I’m sorry to bother you. I know you’re busy and everything -”

“Abigail…” The person interrupted her rambling, worry coating their voice. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

The Witness blinked back tears pushing down the swimming emotions due to bubble over since her plane landed. She couldn’t keep it together. How could she? The Grace woman was all over the place. Her mind was scrambled and her hands were shaking. She couldn’t come to terms that everything was ripped from her within a second.

“Everything happened so fast…” Abbie took a shaky breath. Images of a dark tomb filled her mind. She remembered everything. The eerie cold clawing at her skin. The suffocating smog of sulfur in the air. The smell of death lingering on her clothes. “It just came at us.” A lone tear slid down her cheek. “It climbed on the walls and knocked me down. I tried to reach for my gun.” More tears fell, shoulders shaking up and down as the guilt began to swallow her whole. “I tried so hard.”

“Abbie…calm down and breathe mama.” The voice called out to her steadily, but underneath the calm was an uncontrollable fear and hurt for their friend. When she heard her take a breath, they spoke again. “Now, tell me what happened.”

“They took him, Bonnie.” Abbie took another breath but it only came back out as a sob. “They took Ichabod and it’s all my fault.”


“There are some new demons at play. Nasty big guys called the Frays. They’re causing havoc laying some sort of dark aura in particular spots to open up a portal for everything and anything to crawl out of the underworld. Jenny, my dad, Ichabod, and I have been killing the minions to keep the portal closed. We had some help along the way,” Abby pointed out thinking about the Winchester brothers. “But we were getting it done.”

“So, what went wrong?”

“A demon possessed Jenny and made her stole an artifact we dug some time ago. Some medallion we thought could be a power source that could jump start bringing one of the four horsemen to the living. The demon led us to some underground tomb under the Smithsonian Institute in DC. When we got there, Jenny was lying unconsciously on the ground with a medallion still in her hand.”

“It was a trap.”

Abigail nodded her even though Bonnie couldn’t see it. “It was the Frays. They lead us down there to trap us. The medallion wasn’t meant to wake up one of the four horsemen. It was meant to wake up something else and it got us and took Ichabod.”

Bonnie’s eyebrow pinched in confusion. “What I don’t understand is how do you think this is your fault, Abbie? You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. You didn’t know it was a trap.”

“No, but Ichabod did.” Abigail hand clutched tighter around her cellphone. “He told me this was trap that we should think this through. He knew something was off and tried to tell me.” She shook her head as she stared down at her white gold wedding band. “I refused to listen and went about it my own way. I didn’t care what he had to say. I just knew I couldn’t lose Jenny. I lost her so many times before…”

“Go on…”

“Ichabod wanted me to stay home and give him time to think up a plan. I didn’t want to hear it.” Abbie wiped away the dampness on her burning cheeks. “I left on my own, he followed.”

“Abbie, the baby.”

“I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking.” Her hand instinctively went to her belly. “I wasn’t thinking about the baby or Ichabod. I just left…” Abigail watched droplet of tears fall on her hand. “Bonnie…” More tears fell. “I need him back.” A sob broke from her lips thinking of her husband’s bloody face as the demon dragged her husband away in the darkness. “I don’t know where he is. I don’t know where to start. Jenny in still unconscious…” The Witness wrapped her arm around her middle desperately trying to hold herself together. “I don’t have anyone else.”

Silence stretched over the phone. “Hello…Bonnie, are you still there?” Abbie pulled the phone away from ear checking to see if she lost connection. See she hadn’t, she called out to her childhood friend again but no answer.

Frustrated and irritated with the damn thing and with herself, she threw her phone down beside her. Abigail buried her face in her hands clutching at the root of her hair as her guilt ate away at her. She never felt so alone than she felt right now. She could deal with many things and she has…but not this. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing Ichabod now. Not when they came so far. Not when they were finally together. Not when their baby was growing inside her. This was not how the new year supposed to start.

“Stop that.” Abigail lift her head from her hands seeing none other than the Mother of New Orleans in the flesh. “Stop guilt tripping yourself. After fourteen years you would think you’d grow out of that.”

Abbie snorted but her tears never ceased. “Sorry to disappoint you, hun. Hard habit to crack.”

Bonnie sucked her teeth as she leaned forward to wipe her friend’s tears with her hands. “Geez, I bet you still feel bad about losing Mrs. Cuddles.”

“It keep me up at night.” The witness gave a watery smile. “She was all alone in the library with mean ol’ Mrs. Whistler.”

“Eh,” She shrugged. “Mrs. Cuddles is a tough bear. She could handle the crabby Liberian any day of the week. Besides,“ Bonnie playfully tapped Abbie’s nose. “You’ll make it up to me I’m sure.” She then leaned upward to kiss the top of Abigail’s head, wrapping her arm protectively around her.

Warmth spread throughout Abbie’s find letting her feel a tingling sensation to the top of her head to the soles of her feet. “Bonnie?”

“Hush. I’m protecting my baby niece and nephew.”

Abigail pulled away, eyes wild and pupil blown. “Niece a-and nephew?” She stuttered dumbly. “Bonnie…I’m having twi -”

“Never mind that. We have to save my brother-in-law. You,” She pointed at Abigail. “Drive to the armoury or whatever you call that place with your weird artifacts and dusty books. I need to make a call.” Bonnie said while taking out her phone to send a quick text.

Abbie stared at Bonnie for another moment before she turned on the ignition. Her shaky hands moved to grab the steering wheel but another hand stopped hers. Abigail glared at the hand then at its owner.

A comforting smile pulled at the Bennett-Mikaelson witch’s lips. “We’ll get him back, Abs. I promise.”

A lone tear fell down Abbie’s cheek. “Pinky promise?” It was meant as joke but it didn’t come out that way. The Witness was terrified. She never felt this scared in a long while. Not since her mother locked her and Jenny in the car with her to die. She needed to know that Bonnie had her back, because she really couldn’t do this on her own. She needed her best friend. She needed hope.

Bonnie saw the fright and tiredness on her friend’s face. She didn’t know what was going to happen next, but she knew she would do anything for Abbie. She would tear open every plane in existence. Clear every darkness. Shake and turn the supernatural world upside down to find Ichabod. She would go beyond to help Abbie and her unborn niece and nephew. She would do this because she’d do anything for her best friend and she knew Abbie would do the same for her.

“Pinky promise.”

Abigail swallowed the thickness in her throat unable to speak. Instead she nodded her head and began to drive down the open road.

Bonnie sent three more text then went to her contacts to make her call.

“Who are you calling?” Abbie flitted her eyes to her friend’s phone then back at the road.

“A friend who could help our cause.” Bonnie answered as she waited for the other person to pick up. “Do you have the medallion on you?”

“Yeah. It’s in the trunk.”

Bonnie nodded. “Good.”

They finally answered. “Bonnie Bennett, why are you calling me?”

“Excuse me Rosalee Calvert, it’s Bennett-Mikaelson. Why is that so hard to say?”

“It’s not. I just choose not to acknowledge that rabid dog.”

“That’s my husband you’re insulting, Roe. Be nice.”

“Ugh! I can’t believe you married that creep. I don’t know what you see in him. The only good that came out of marrying him was my adorable babies.”

“Well, you took Monroe from me, so I had to make due what I had. I could’ve had adorable babies with him, you know.”

The woman laughed heartily on the other line. “Please don’t say that in front of him. He would never let me hear the end of it. Now,” Rosalee started, hilarity drained from her voice. “What’s going on?”

“I need you to come to Sleepy Hollow.”


“Like yesterday.” Bonnie heard chime on her phone letting her know she gotten a text. She read it quickly then got back on the phone. “In fact, I have someone to pick you up.”

“Who?” Then a pop and loud yelp came through the phone. “Damn it! You can’t just make people pop in here without notice, Bonnie!”

“Sorry, but can you help, Roe? I need your spice expertise.”

“Cute. And yes, I’ll help. Of course. Do you need anything from the shop?”

“My sister will fill you in. When you’re ready, she’ll take you where to meet us.”


“Thanks Roe. I owe you one.”

“Stop that, Bennett. I’ll tell Nick and the gang you said hello before we pop out of here.” Rosalee hung up with Bonnie to be in the company of Freya Mikaelson.

Bonnie answered a few more text messages. “I have a few more friends on their way to help us out.”

“Bonnie, I -”

“Forget it, Mills. They’re already there. I told them about Ichabod and the Frays and they’re willing to help anyway they can. I just need you to tell us everything about that thing that took Ichabod and everything you know about the Frays. We’re wrapping this mess up quickly without fail. Aurora has ballet at noon tomorrow leaving us less than twenty four hours to get this handled. I’m not missing my Sweet Peas’ first recital and Aunt Abbie Cadabby and Uncle Ichabod is not missing it either. You promised.”

Abbie remained silent for a moment taking in everything her best friend was saying to her. She turned back to the road before entering into Sleepy Hollow. “Who’s coming?”

“The usual. Mom, Davina, Freya, Lucy and her annoying vamper girlfriend.”

“Pause! Katherine?” Abbie yelled out incredulously. “Katherine is coming to help me? She hates me!”

“One,” Bonnie put up her index finger. “She’s not helping you perse. She’s helping me. Me, she likes.” Abigail scoffed at that. “Two,” Bonnie put up two fingers. “She doesn’t hate you, you know, hate you. She just a bit sour about the fact Lucy had…have a crush on you. Nothing major.”

“Yeah, nothing major. Like it was nothing major when she unexpectedly pop out of the floorboards trying to rip my throat out the last time I visited you.”

“She did not pop out of the floorboards.” Bonnie snickered.

“She sneaked attacked me!”

“I got zapped her off you. You’re alive and well. Lucy chewed her out when she got home to her and James.”

“God.” Abbie shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t imagine being in a relationship with her. A polynomial relationship at that.”

“Bless James and Lucy’s heart. It works for them as crazy as they all are. As long as Luce is alive and happy, I will not complain…much.” Bonnie smiled at Abigail. “It’s going to be fine, Abs. We’re going to get Ichabod back.”

“I know.” Abbie let go one hand off the steering wheel to grasps Bonnie’s in hers. “I know we will, Bon.” This time, the Witness believed it. She knew she would get her husband back and she was going to kill every demon that got in her way. “Soon, we’ll be at the archives, not armoury,” Bonnie rolled her eyes muttering whatever. “With six other vicious women planning to take action to get my husband back and destroy the Frays once and for all.” Abbie chuckled. “I almost think we need a codename. Avengers assemble and all that.”

Magic crackled over Bonnie’s skin as she felt her excitement for a fight brew. “The Vicious Female Eight has a nice ring to it.”

A sinister grin spread across the Witness’ face. “You know…I really like the sound of that.”

For @bluemagicrose

Originally posted by tiaraloveskrisandlupita

a/n: semi-nsfw kanoshin bc im a giant kanoshin piece of trash. post-summertime record, obviously after events of the fifth novel, and i made the dan use their first names bc that’s really cute. i don’t really like using honorifics in fics, so since shuuya uses ‘shintaro-kun’, i gave him the somewhat equivalent nickname ‘shin’.

It was Shuuya’s idea.

Shuuya’s mind must be the deepest, darkest place on the entirety of the planet, because these kinds of ideas don’t originate from just anyone.

Then again, it wasn’t like the rest of the gang was much better. After all, they had all agreed to it.

Which explained why Shintaro was sitting cross legged, watching a bottle spin its way around the table. It was just an empty root beer bottle, nothing too special, but the empty object was surely going to be his death.

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anonymous asked:

AH AH okay i see you're taking hc ideas and i love your writing so much pls would u think about a troupe-y muggle university where james and sirius are bffs for life and sirius meets remus inadvertently on campus somewhere?

I’m so sorry, I start writing with the prompt in mind and then a few minutes later, I realise that I don’t even know where the fuck I’m going anymore. 

  • Sirius hated it. 
  • Remus was haunting him. 
  • He had first seen Remus across the room in his class on world history, long, lithe fingers pinching his bottom lip in concentration as he furiously scribbled down notes on his notebook. 
  • Sirius had come prepared for the first day of the semester, all armoured up against beautiful boys with eyes like molten chocolate, swearing up and down that no, he was not going to have another hopeless crush on anyone. 
  • But then there was Remus, with his voice like rumbling clouds on a rainy day and smile like the warmth of your bed after a long, hard day. 
  • And no. He didn’t just torture Sirius during class, with his stupid arm stretches that were coupled with fucking neck stretches (and god, that stupidly biteable neck was going to be the death of him) and his idiotic laughter with annoyingly cute little nose scrunches. 
  • He was everywhere. 
  • Sirius had been walking back home from the pizza shop where he worked part time, texting James about The Jungle Book (”Prongs, mate, friend, buddy, listen. Baloo and Bagheera are so g a y for each other its unbelievable”) when he crashed into another body. 
  • “Fuck, sorry,” he said, quickly bending down to retrieve his phone and the other person’s ipod off the ground, only to smash his head against the strangers’, who was doing the same. “Ow,” Sirius groaned, wincing as he pressed his hand to his head and looked up to check if the other person was alright. 
  • Sirius’ brain might have short circuited a little after that. 
  • “Ugh,” Remus groaned in his deep, deep voice, scrunching his cute lil nose adorably and giving Sirius a small smile. “So sorry about that, I think I was jamming too hard to the song and completely spaced out on where I was going.”
  • “Nnnnggg,” Sirius answered eloquently. 
  • “Um,” Remus said awkwardly, eyes shifting uncomfortably. “Are you…you okay?”
  • “Uh?” Sirius murmured, eyes going wide as he realised what an idiot he was being. “Of course! Yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine! Are you? Okay, I mean?”
  • “Yeah, fine,” Remus answered with another unsure, small smile and Sirius had never wanted to be kidnapped by aliens more than he did in that moment. 
  • “Hey, have I seen you before?” Sirius asked, pretending as if he hadn’t memorized the back of Remus’ head in the last two months of classes. 
  • “Yeah, we’re in the same world history class,” Remus said, his smile finally reaching his eyes again. “I’m Remus.”
  • “Nice to meet you,” Sirius said, shaking Remus’ hand and nearly shuddering at how good it felt to touch the other boy. “I’m Sirius.”
  • “I know,” Remus answered with a smirk before bending down to quickly pick up their forgotten possessions off the ground. “See you around?” he asked, handing Sirius his phone. 
  • Remus was already a few steps away before Sirius found the breath to whisper out a “yes, definitely.”

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How Evil Masterminds Pass Their Time

Ok so I think I have a sore throat so I ain’t feelin’ so good but I only have three weeks until finals and I have to start hitting the books so I’m gonna try to squeeze in as many fics I can before then. Requests are still open.

This particular oneshot was based on this headcanon. A special thank you to my friend @rhaedarofworlds for reminding me (twice) to write this as I asked. (Go follow her. She’s awesome).

So here it is. (I have no idea how to be funny while writing or funny in general so pretend this made you cry tears of laughter okay ?) :

Being Hawkmoth was tiring. It wasn’t the stress of having to control over emotional teenagers. Thinking about it Hawkmoth had no idea why he kept choosing teenagers for capturing the Miraculous. They obviously had little respect for his authority (or any other adult’s for that matter). They thought they knew what they were doing and outright disobeyed his orders. In the end they got what they wanted, once Ladybug freed them they felt loads better having destressed themselves and Hawkmoth was left pinching the bridgr of his nose and shaking his head while angrily cursing Ladybug and Chat Noir while yelling his own variation of ‘Curse You Perry The Platypus’ in a far more dignified manner than Doofensmirtz. (Sue him if he looked to other cartoonish evil masterminds to get his creative villainous juices flowing).

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Imagine Safety

A/N: This is something I put on the back burner for a while because I didn’t know what to do with it, but thanks to @chaos-and-the-calm67 it’s back. This is not at all what I’m supposed to be working on but fuck it. My head hurts and I wanna see how this does. I hope you like it because I’m pretty proud of this one.

Paring: ??? x Reader(I have an idea but I’m not for sure.)

Warnings: Angst, death, fighting, but also fluff, cute reader and dad moments.

Word Count: 1567

Originally posted by canonspngifs

“Dad, I’m scared,” you whispered into the phone trying not to be too loud so the things in your house wouldn’t hear you. You fiddled with the necklace around your neck to distract yourself from the commotion downstairs. Your dad had given you the necklace right before he left three days earlier and it was beautiful, you haven’t taken it off since he gave it to you. It was a thin, dark gray chain  and attached hanging from the end of it was an opal the color of ocean waves. It resembled what the sky would look like if you looked at it from under the ocean water. Somehow it made you feel safe, you couldn’t explain it, it just did.

A loud bang from downstairs broke you out of your thoughts and a whimper escaped your lips. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, but you didn’t want to start crying out of fear that you would get too loud and they would hear you. You didn’t know what you were going to do if they did. You were only six so you couldn’t do much except beg them to not hurt you.

“Hey, hey, Babygirl, everything is gonna be okay. I’m on my way just hold on a little longer for me, alright?” your dad assured you. You could tell he was trying to be strong for you, but you could still hear the slight tremble in his voice, letting you know he was just as scared as you were.

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