i hope this is what you were after anon

someone on a private instagram account said that Harry had a big leather shoulder bag with him backstage yesterday that was partially unzipped, and inside there were knitting needles and a big ball of fuzzy blue yarn. When asked what he was knitting, he answered “grrrrr Cookie Monster grrrrr”
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Look, I don’t know who sent me this - but I swear to God - this is the best thing I have EVER read. I really hope it’s true. Please identify yourself anon, privately if you wish….because I have never been happier than I was after reading this. 

My little knitting boy. I love him so much it hurts. 

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Her speeches were about the sanctity of the home, about how women should stay home. Serena Joy didn’t do this herself, she made speeches instead, but she presented this failure of hers as a sacrifice she was making for the good of all. 

BTS Reaction to not being able to communicate with their foreigner crush-

(for anon)


Jin-

Originally posted by vainjunhui

Jin saw you and was instantly interested. He could see the confusion in your face when he tried to communicate how attractive you were. He thought as hard as he could on how to say it properly in English. “Where’s namjoon when you need him?”


Suga-

Originally posted by sugasuite

Yoongi couldn’t believe how adorable you were when you looked shy and confused. After trying to ask your name in his language, your cheeks turned red after asking “i’m sorry, what?” several times. “Waaaaay too cute to handle.”


J-Hope-

Originally posted by hohbi

After Hoseok attempted (and failed) to try to speak to you, he whined and pouted back to the boys. “I just wish I could say something to her, you know?” 


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by kthspjm

Once Namjoon realized that you couldn’t speak any of the languages he could, he became just alittle bit more shy and slightly frustrated. “Ahh, how am I supposed to tell her how cute she is?”


Jimin-

Originally posted by sonyeondan

After a failed attempt at the communication, Jimin could only blush and blow a small kiss to you. Hoping you’d realize that he is in fact interested. “What do you speak? I’ll learn it for you.”


V-

Originally posted by sekaiz

When Taehyung watched you walk by, he knew he needed to know you. After he realized that you both didn’t speak the same languages, he only smiled wider at you and tried to think of other ways he could talk to you. “Maybe google translate?”


Jungkook-

Originally posted by vhope

When Jungkook saw you and pretty much fell in love, his heart practically broke when he realized you could not communicate properly. “How am I supposed to tell her that i’m her future husband then?”

Better off with you watching over me (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Okay so I finally finished this… at uni in the library. You’re all a bad influence on me. I had a hard time figuring out how graphic to go with this so hope this is what you were looking for? Anyway, here ya go anon ;) 

You were staring outside the window again. It was dark outside. Apart from some outlines and dim lighting you didn’t see anything, you just heard the rain ticking on the window and the warmth of a blanket around you. You gritted your teeth as you were trying very hard not to think of the million things that could be going wrong with Jason right now. After his death he had become more reckless… and you were scared you weren’t going to get him back again if something… happened. You shook your head as you tried your damn best to ban those ideas out of your head. They were no good now and they never would be. It was part of the deal to grid and bear it. You grabbed your laptop and dropped yourself in his couch. Not quite as luxurious as his room at Bruce’s place, but more… anonymous somehow. It felt good to be alone together but at moments like these the place just felt desolate.

You opened your laptop and glanced at the time. 2 am. Damnit, you were lucky you didn’t have anywhere to be the next morning. Not that you wouldn’t be there if you had. You had just had one of those days where you couldn’t get him off of your mind. You sensed something was off, usually when this happened he came back more torn up than usual. You glanced over at the bandages and the disinfectant you put ready. “Jason where the hell are you even at.” You murmured. You checked some texts online, they were interesting enough but not to the extent they banned the worry that clung to you like wet clothes. You decided laying down was an option and started to dose off when you heard someone enter the door and closing it behind him. You opened your eyes. Not sure what you expected to see.

“ Jay… please tell me you’re still alive.”
“ Well, I’m technically undead.” You opened your eyes and saw him standing there in the doorway. Suprisingly, he didn’t seem too badly hurt. Some cuts and bruises at most. Nothing he wouldn’t have been able to easily fix himself. He flung his leather jacket in the general direction of a chair where It flung over the back support.
“ An ungodly hour for a booty call. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” He asked, sounding tired and utterly done with the world in and of itself.
“ I wanted to check up on you. What happened?”
“ You’re better off not knowing.” He grunted. He looked frustrated and something you could not define as easily.
“ Bad day at work, huh?”
“ Doesn’t begin to cover it.” He walked over to you and you noticed something was really, really wrong this time. “ Jason what happened.” He sighed and sat next to you, legs spread and taking up a lot of space in the couch.
“ I stopped some jackass from killing a woman. “
“ That seems like a good thing to me.”
“ Not the first victim. And she’s alive, but in a coma. Fuck, she looked like you. Same… hair and build.“ You arched your eyebrows.
“ Did you think she was me?”
“ Of course not, I’d recognize your ass anywhere.” He grinned but it wasn’t genuine.
“ Jay.” You were pleading with him not to joke about this for once. He always did this.
“ No. But it served as a reminder. Being with you puts you in the line of fire. I made a fair share of enemies, maybe she was supposed to remind me of you. They could have found out I’m not entirely on my own. Maybe you should… steer clear for a while.” He started to take off his clothes, revealing some cuts and bruises but once again nothing he couldn’t handle himself.

“ I know for a fact you’re not self-conscious about how you look so how exactly do you intend to persuade me if you’re gonna run around shirtless?”  That earned you a smile. You followed him into the bathroom as he ran some water of the shower already. He used with hot water, and it took some time for the thing to heat up. He got under the water but you knew he could still hear you and vice versa.

“ I’m serious, y/n.”
“ About the being without me for a while… Indefinitely you mean? You’re never gonna stop being who you are, doing what you do. I ain’t going anywhere. I know the risks and the code to the gun safe.” He looked at you proudly through strands of hair stuck to his face.
“ My little rascal. No, just until I know for sure he wasn’t working for someone or a copycat.”
“ Not a chance that I’m staying away from you Jason. If I’m not around you get even more trigger-happy out there.”
“ How’d you know?”
“ I just do.”

He didn’t even try to contend your statement. This wasn’t a first, but last time you had a massive fight over it. He seemed almost too calm now, concerned rather than pissed off because you wouldn’t listen to his suggestion of steering clear from him. Like he didn’t expect anything else from you at this point. You decided to just let him shower and looked at him. Damn, he looked good, almost unreal. The most attractive zombie you’d ever seen. When he was drying off he looked at you again, with the torn expression he had before.  
You walked over to him and noticed he kept his hands off of you, not even pulling you into a hug. Considering just how physical he usually was, you couldn’t see that as a good sign.
“ Jason, mind telling me why you’re not even touching me?” No response. “Hey, look at me. You’re not going to lose me. I’d crawl my way out of the grave to be with you too”
He looked at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes somehow. “ You might not get so lucky.”

You clung to him, head on his still on his bare chest, and felt his hands slip around you as well. He pulled you close, first carefully as if you’d break then the way you were used to. Old habits die hard.  

“ I’d lose my goddamn mind without you. “ he practically whispered against your hair.
“ I’m afraid you’re beyond that point anyway Jay. “ The fact that he didn’t come up with a quip to counter yours showed just how haunted he was by the thought of losing you. When you backed up a little you noticed the trail a tear left on his cheek. Jason didn’t do bawling, barely did crying, so that meant that it got to him. Damnit.

“ You’d save or avenge me.” He cringed at the word avenge, thinking of what that implied.
“ I love you. I’d rather not have to avenge you.” He said, in a surprisingly clear voice.
“ I know. But I’m dating you of all people. They’d only come after me if they had a death wish.”
“ Some of ‘em do. Hell, most of them do. What have I got to fucking offer you anyway? You’ve got a life, I’m spending my nights hunting monsters down. And I can’t get the damn image of that woman out of my head, but then as you. “
“ Then we have to replace it with another image. Of a very, very alive and safe me.”
You grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed while unzipping your cardigan.  At first he seemed frozen in place but he caved quickly when he saw the look in your eyes, that you weren’t just doing this in an attempt to make him feel less like shit.

Before you knew it he had helped you out of the rest of your clothes as well and you ended up underneath the sheets. His touch, his body felt warm against your skin, that hadn’t changed since the Lazarus pit. He was still hot-blooded in personality and sheer body heat. And you still reveled in both. His kisses were greedy, desperate, like this was the last chance he’d ever get to be with you. You pushed him away but he started kissing your neck.
“ Jay, not that I’m complaining but…” “ Shhh, unless you’re about to tell me what you want just stop thinking.”  He found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
“ Fuck you’re good at this.”
“ You’re still looking at me as if you’re saying goodbye somehow. Like you’re trying to get the image of me in your head.” By now you could read the man like a book.
He wanted to get back to your neck but you shoved him off of you and got on top of him.
“ Jay, I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna be in more harm’s way if I try to track you down after you decided to move. And we both know I’ll do it. I won’t deal with you being stripped from my life again.” He sighed, still staring at you. He felt his way up from your tighs to your side to your breasts where he lingered before moving to your arms and shoulders when you leaned forward a little, supporting on your arms. You couldn’t help but lean in to his touch. Didn’t help your resistance that he looked at you with a look of amazement in his eyes. As if he couldn’t believe you were even real.
“ You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. “


“ Flattery isn’t gonna get you off the hook, Jason. Promise me you won’t leave.”
He gritted his teeth, looking you in the eyes again. He pushed your arms from under you, landing your upper body on top of him. “ You really gotta learn to shut up from time to time.” He knotted his fingers in your hair and and kissed you, deepening the kiss and making you get lost in it again. He gently put you on your back again and caressed your body and traced butterfly kisses from your collar bone down to your stomach where he lingered for a little while.
When he wasn’t kissing you somewhere the sense of panic of him leaving crept up on you again.
“ ‘C mon Jason. I’m better off with you watching over me.”
He tried to get lower but you put stopped him with your knees, he looked at you with amusement.
“ Babe, we both know you can’t stop me.”
“ We both you know you wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t want you to.” He sighed.
“ I’m just trying to keep you alive.”
“ Then stay. Promise me. “ He got off of you and rolled over to his side of the bed.
“ Can’t.”
You sighed. “You get a week, I’ll work from here for the time being. This place is surprisingly well secured and I got taught how to use a gun by you. I’ll wear a bulletproof vest whenever you’re away. And then we drop this. Deal?” He ran his hand through his still wet hair, seeming to convince himself to go. You put your hand on his abdomen and kissed him, up his body, properly, not lightly.
“ Besides…” You got to his lips and pressed your body against his as well as you could. “ How long can you really go without this? ”
“ Fucking hell, fine.” He grabbed you from the back of your head and kissed you greedily again, this time just with the familiar fire that seemed to be running through his veins. He grabbed a condom and got on top of you again. “ If you want me to I can first…”
“ No. I’ve waited long enough.” He grinned and placed the palm of his hand on your chest while he went down on you. After he had you gasping for air almost making you come, you managed to bring out “ You’re fucking evil Jason.”
“ No, but I am about to…” He got in you. “ fuck you though.”
Smooth.”
“ Always.” He kissed you again, hard, and as you felt him moving with you. After you came together, he whispered in your ear. “ I love you. So much it hurts to know how much danger it puts you in.”
You kissed his shoulder.
“ Imagine what it’s like being me then. At least I’m not hunting down the scum of the earth.”
“ Just Gotham.”
“ Cause that’s reassuring.”
He laughed, and you could tell he wasn’t faking it. “ You’re glorious. In every way. Looks, personality,.. what the fuck did I ever do to get you?”
“ Come back from the dead? I mean, I seem to have a thing for zombies? “
“ Really, got a history do you?”
“ Nooo… just one. But hey, when you got your hands on the hot one.” He brushed some hair out of your face.
“ I adore you.”
“ Likewise. “
He seemed happy again, demons driven away. At least for a while. But regardless of whether he wanted you to or not; you would be there to do so whenever he needed you to.
Because you needed nights like these at least as much.

Kiss Me

Hey guys! Welp, Anon, I hope this is kinda what you were looking for because I’m actually pretty proud of this. I got a little more carried away than originally intended, but whatever. I hope you enjoy this! 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yes

Anonymous Requested: can I request and imagine set during ootp where reader is in the halls after hours or something and she runs into Draco and he’s going to take her to unbridge but she’s like no Draco please I’ll do anything and you can decide if it’s just a couple of kisses or proper smut 

Warnings: Swearing, some smut 


You poked your head out of the Room of Requirement, checking to see if anyone was watching as you made your exit. Seeing no one, you began to walk down the corridor as though you hadn’t been basically training to go to war. It was late, probably hours after curfew. If anyone caught you in the hall about now, you’d be dead meat. No sooner did the thought cross your mind then you heard foot steps. 

“Shit,” You whispered, taking off down to corridor. 

The footsteps followed you as you made a break for your common room. You took odd twists and turns to avoid whoever was chasing you, sending you the long way. It was so close. Just one more corner and you were home free. As you rounded the a corner, you smacked into something. Someone. 

“Forget how to tell time, (L/N)?” Of course you’d run into Draco Malfoy. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, breathlessly. 

“I’ll be sure to think of you when I get my reward from Professor Umbridge,” He said, smirking. You looked just behind him at the entrance to your common room. So close, yet so far. 

“You wouldn’t,” You said. He hauled you off the ground. 

“We both know that I will,” He said, nastily. Your mind screamed for a way out. The last thing you wanted to do was face her. 

“Don’t, Malfoy,” You snapped. He laughed and began to pull you towards her office. 

“You don’t have the power to stop me,” He said. You began to panic. You couldn’t go to Umbridge. She’d force you to tell her about what Harry was doing and you didn’t want to betray your friend. 

Planting your feet, you jerked yourself backwards. Draco stopped dead as you did and turned slowly to look at you. You turned your face up to his, allowing your desperate eyes to make contact with his steely ones. The only thoughts running through your mind were ones of staying out of her office. He glared, a stony look on his sharp features. You grasped his hand. 

“Please don’t turn me in,” You begged. He smirked. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” He asked, tipping his eyebrow in a way that made you think he was interested in your answer. When you didn’t give him one, he began to pull you again. 

“Please, don’t, please,” You urged. 

“Keep in mind that I don’t like you, (L/N),” He replied, cruely. 

“Come on, Malfoy, I know you don’t, but you know what she’ll do to me!” You cried. His smile was unnerving as he glanced over his shoulder at you. 

“I’ll enjoy every second of it,” He said. You yanked yourself backwards again, forcing him to stop. 

“Please, Malfoy, I’ll do anything,” You pleaded. The grip on your wrist became looser as the word anything passed your lips. He swallowed, thickly. 

“Anything?” He asked, quietly. Nodding, you watched him carefully.

“Anything,” You confirmed, “As long as you don’t turn me in.” His expression remained carefully neutral as his hand readjusted itself on your wrist. It wasn’t as tight as it had been. Slowly, he began to nod and pulled you into the nearest free room. As soon as the door closed, he released your wrist. You weren’t sure what the room was, but it was about classroom sized and empty. Fear began to build in your chest. 

“Kiss me,” He said, evenly. You blinked in surprise. 

“Say again?” His eyes closed and his brows furrowed as though he were in physical pain. 

“Kiss me,” He repeated, clenching and unclenching his fists. 

“Okay.” 

You took a step closer to him, leaning closer to him than you’d ever been before (excluding the time you punched him for calling Hermione a mudblood). Up close he was actually kinda handsome. His eyes were still screwed shut, like opening them would make this real. You took note of the deep, slightly uneven breaths he took. If you had to guess, your breathing sounded that way too. 

“Merlin’s beard, (L/N), kiss me!” He snapped. 

Jolting forward, you pressed your lips to his. They were warm and soft, not slightly chapped from being bitten constantly like your own. The kiss was just an awkward collision of lips, but something exploded in your mind. Fireworks. You pulled back, eyes wide to find a pair of equally terrified ones. Draco had felt it too. You took two steps back, but didn’t leave the room. You were sure you could have, sure that he’d let you go. It took you a moment to realize, but you were both shaking. 

“I’m going to–” 

“Do it again,” He demanded. There was no power behind his voice. 

“I don’t think-” You took another step back. 

“Do. It. Again,” He said, saying each word clearly. His eyes were wild; wild in a way that told you he was afraid. 

“Look–” Even though he took a step away from you, he cut you off again. 

“Do I have to tell you everything three bloody times? Do it again!” He snapped. Cautiously, you moved closer to him until your chest touched his and your faces were merely inches apart. 

More slowly this time, you pushed your faces close, just brushing your lips over his. He didn’t move away, but he didn’t move into you either. Your hands moved up to cup his face as you kissed him a little harder. Fireworks went off behind your eyelids once more and, judging by the sharp intake of breath, it was happening to him too. Eventually, almost shyly, Draco placed his hands on your hips. Just like his lips, they were pleasantly warm against you. Then he began to kiss you back with fervor. 

Nothing about what was happening should have made you feel so right, but it did. Oh did it feel right. Before you knew what was happening, you’d backed him up against a wall as you unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. Draco’s hands had wandered up inside your shirt; his fingers burning their way up the skin of your back, leaving blazing trails in their wake. Your own hands moved up and down his torso, feeling a trail of goosebumps rise wherever you touched. You pulled your lips away from his to take a look. Somehow, you’d always imagined him more impressive shirtless, not that you were disappointed.

You drank in the sight in front of you. Smooth, pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded the two of you. The only color to him resided in his cheeks as he furiously blushed and his lips. His lips were somewhat red and swollen and it occurred to you that you had no idea how long you’d been kissing. You didn’t care. All you knew was that you wanted to admire what was in front of you for as long as you were able. Panting, you began to kiss your way down his neck, leaving small bruises as you went. Draco only pulled you closer to him, like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your skin on his. You understood the feeling.

“(L/N), fuck, (Y/N),” He panted. You froze at the sound of your first name. It sounded erotic coming from his lips. You nearly moaned. 

“Jesus,” You breathed. He pulled you back to his lips, kissing you like he’d never stop. And you were okay with that. One on his hands slipped under your bra; his thumb rubbing over your nipple. 

“Draco,” You moaned against his lips. 

“Say it again,” He said, removing your bra and flicking his thumb over your nipple again. 

“Draco.” He bit hit his lip, closing his eyes as though your voice were as good as your touch. 

“Again.” You let you head fall back, nails digging into his biceps, as he replaced his thumb with his mouth. 

“Draco,” You moaned, softly.

“God you sound pretty when you moan my name, (Y/N),” He mumbled, voice muffled by your chest. Even with the mood the way it was, you found yourself smirking. 

“Don’t I sound pretty all the time?” You teased. His head came level with yours again and he mirrored your expression. His eyes were still wild, still wild like he was afraid of something. 

“Always,” He chuckled. 

“Ya know, I’m beginning to think,” You said as he bit your neck lightly. You let out a squeaking moan. “That you don’t dislike me as much as you say.” His head came up again. 

“How clever of you,” He responded, sarcastically. You glared lightly, snaking a hand down between you to rub him through his pants. It was his turn to squeak. Obviously, you had surprised him. 

You didn’t get to go much past there before loud, thumping footsteps came close to the door. You’d barely had the time to get your bra on before Goyle threw the door open. He was panting like a dog and sweaty. Without thinking, you drew your wand and pointed it at him. 

“Tell a single soul about this and I’ll hex you into next week,” You growled, fierceness in your voice. He looked at Draco who simply shrugged. 

“You heard the lady. Now get out,” He snapped. Goyle backtracked instantly and disappeared from sight. Sighing, you pulled your shirt back on and looked at him again. 

“I should probably go. The next person to come in here might be a little harder to keep quiet,” You said. He nodded, pulling his shirt on as well. 

“True,” He sighed, leading you out of the room and back towards the (House) common room. You stopped just outside and turned to him.

“Thanks for not turning me in,” You said. He straightened himself out a little more and he nodded.

“You might not be so lucky next time, (Y/N),” He retorted. You smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his, still slightly red, cheek. 

“Goodnight, Draco,” You said, slipping into your common room without waiting for a response. 

I Will Take Care of You

|||Anon asked: Can i request a xiumin exo wolf mate au?? Like a cute and fluffy one maybe?|||

Kim Minseok (Xiumin) x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Word count: 976

Originally posted by drawien

You just moved but already didn’t like this place. Your father was a novelist and so you had to move whenever he finished his book as there was no more inspiration after that. He wanted to work somewhere quiet and calm and because of that each new place was more secluded than the last one. This time it was a town of 4000 residents. It was a cloudy day as you made your way to yet another new school. Due to your constant moving you gave up on making new friends so didn’t expect much out of this day. The first thing you had to do today was find the library. The smaller the town the less people will be there and so you can be alone and spend some time with yourself without anybody bothering you. You loved reading and you could thank your father for that. You took an old looking book from one of the shelves. Surprisingly it was a book about this town. Might as well get to know where you’re going to be living for the next year or so. You weren’t even 30 minutes in when you heard footsteps.

“Hello gorgeous” a man said and before you could react took your hand pecked it.

“Wha-“

“Haven’t seen you before, you’re new?”

“Actually yes I’m” you said quickly taking your hand out of his. “And who might you be? I’m not used to people just coming up out of nowhere and trying to start a conversation.”

“Why not? I saw you through the window and you looked incredibly cute, so I couldn’t resist talking to you.” he said smiling and you could feel how your cheeks started to burn.

“What’s up with him, he’s totally weird.” you thought but in reality you found him very handsome. He had dark purple and black hair and was wearing a white shirt with leather jacket on. You followed your gaze up to his face and unexpectedly made eye contact with him so you had to quickly avert your eyes to which he smiled. Great. You don’t even know him and he’s not even doing anything but he’s already making you blush.

“Name’s is Minseok by the way.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.”

“Already but I just got here.” he pouted but you were already standing up and turning around to leave.

“Hey!” he shouted after you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I might, why?”

“Oh nothing.” he said and you noticed how the pout was turning into a smile again. “I just thought I should look after you.”

You didn’t expect him to say that so you quickly turned around and headed out of the building. You were all red from his words and couldn’t let him see you like this. But you also couldn’t stop thinking about him on your way home.

“I’m back.” you said.

“Oh, welcome home” your father replied. “Sweety, could you do something for me? I just got this wonderful idea for a story but really need some photos for reference.”

“Now? It’s getting dark.”

“Please, I know you love doing this, help out your old man” your father said handing you the camera.

“Fine.” you said putting your more comfortable boots on. “I won’t take long.”

Your father was right, even though you didn’t live moving from one place to the other, the only thing you enjoyed about it was the nature. The forest started just across the street. You wondered what kind of story your father came up with now. As you were thinking and taking photos you didn’t even notice how now you were somewhere in the middle of the forest.

“Okay.” you thought. “Don’t panic. You can find your way back.”

With that you hear a branch snap and quickly turned in the direction of the sound. No way. There was a grey wolf there. How come? You never knew there were wolves in this area. The animal didn’t look happy. Were you in his territory? You tried remembering what to do in situations like this. Do you keep eye contact? Do you pretend that you’re dead? The wolf started approaching you growling, you took a few steps back when you hit a tree.

“That’s it.” you thought. “This is how I die.”

When suddenly out of nowhere another wolf appeared. The newcomer started growling at the other and he stopped in his tracks. They stood still just looking at each other for what seemed like ages when the grey one decided to take off. By now your legs gave up on you and you just slumped by the tree. Were you saved just now? But it was not over. Now the newcomer was drawing near you. You couldn’t have a good look at him as it was dusk and his fur was black. The only thing you could see clearly was his golden eyes. The wolf stopped right in front of you and sat down. You were now both staring at each other.

“Is this one friendly?” you thought, not sure if you could pet him. The wolf tilted his head as if inviting and you put your hand on his back. The fur was soft and warm and now you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. You had nothing to lose anyways, so you threw or arms around his neck and snuggled in it. Then the realization of what just happened and that you almost died just now hit you hard and you started crying. Before you knew it you were in someone else’s embrace. You felt strong hand wrap around your waist as a chin was put on top of your head.

“There there.” he said stroking you hair. You looked up and saw Minseok.

“I said I will look after you.”


A/N: I hope this satisfies the lovely anon who requested, I tried making this as fluffy as possible but idk 😃 Anyhow, I would love to write more kpop reactions, scenarios and stuff like that. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female, so if you have any ideas feel free to request!!

PRANK WARS [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “77 with george please? i love your stories” - by anon

a/n: thank you, anon 💞 hope you like this :-)

77. “What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    “Weasley!”

     Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.

     "Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.

     Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.

     You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”

     "Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”

     Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.

     "Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”

      “I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”

     "Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.

     "The one Y/N is speaking of.”

      Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.

      “Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.

      Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”

      “Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.

     You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.

     "It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.

      "In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.

     "Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.

     You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”

    “I don’t believe you.”

    “What a surprise!”

    “You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”

    “I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”

    “Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”

     "Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“

    "Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.

     "So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”

       You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”

      “And George?”

       He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”

      “Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”

      You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.

     "Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.

     ”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.

     George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.

    “Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”

Sokovian Tradition

Not gonna BS my way around here! I said I’m back and here’s the first drabble request for you! It’s cheeky and little fluffy; and I’m not sure if it’s any good. Hopefully, you’ll like it!


Anon Request: Can you do a Pietro imagine where you don’t like physical contact like hugs but one day you let Pietro hold you and the rest of the Avengers are stunned


Warnings: I guess some physical violence?

Word count: 1.2k

Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder





There is nothing wrong with you not liking physical contact. Is it really that weird that you don’t like people hugging or jump-scaring you? You couldn’t care less for friendly kisses hello and goodbye, your idea of comforting was certainly not a tight squeeze of your hand, and if someone wanted to congratulate you on the job well done, they best stayed away from patting your back.


High fives and handshakes seemed fine, though.



Simple stuff, really. And, in time, all Avengers slowly figured out your boundaries. Not without a few casualties first. 

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❝  Is it true what you said? ❞

Plot: You and Taehyung are best friend but both have feelings for each other. You try to move on and he sees you on a date, becoming jealous and making a scene in front of everyone. 

Pairing: TaehyungxReader

Words count: 2,9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff in the end

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥


Your bed never seemed so soft. After days of grueling work, you were finally free to rest. To enjoy the tranquillity of your room, the silence caused by the absence of another human in the house, the lukewarm air that entered the window slightly open in that windy June’s night.  

“Y/N”  

Your best friend voice didn’t surprise you, but you simply slipped on the bed making him space and making a small but amused smile when you felt the mattress sinking next to you.  

The only person you could endure despite the fatigue was just Taehyung. So much so that he had his own keys to your house and could enter at any time. His presence relieved any pain, physical and emotional, from the day you were met.  

And when you realized that you started having feelings for him, you started to be even more tied to him. Despite the pain of not being more than his best friend, staying close to him was the only thing you wanted.  

“Heavy day?” He inquired, lifting your head and letting his arm pass under it, “I see it from your dark circles”  

“Being a nursing intern is quite stressful, Tae. Why are you here? No rehearsals or music awards to attend to..? ”  

“No, nothing. So I thought we could spend some time together.. What do you say? ” He asked and you were too tired to notice his hopeful tone.  

Or the way he looked at you; or the way he only smiled at you. The truth was that Taehyung loved you for more than a year, in the shadows and in total silence. And it had been the night of that violent storm, in which completely drenched you were presented in front of the door of his dorm, who had understood how much he really loved you and not just as a best friend.  

He began to caress your hair, letting the long tapered fingers slip through them and enjoying the murmur of appreciation that began to slip your lips; those lips which many times he had desired to capture with their own, from time to time.  

“I’d say it’s perfect Tae, I miss you.”  

In your words, there was something hidden, that “I miss you” was worth much more than what others could seem but every so often you felt the need to let you go, admit aloud that you really missed him, even though he had never been “yours.” Opening your eyes, you turned your face and watched him, his features still incredibly delicate and eyes softened by feelings that you couldn’t decipher.  

“Why are you blushing?” You wondered, noticing his slightly colored pink cheeks.  

“I’m hot,” he lied shamelessly, biting slowly his plumpy bottom lip without moving away from his gaze; “You are not hot..?”  

“If you’re hot why are you stuck to me..? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Tae. ”  

“Because it’s comfortable, believe me.”  

Smiling, despite being a tired smile, you turned completely towards him, laying on your side. You put your hand onto his side, just squeezing your fingers so that you had a better grip, slipping towards him and letting him turn on his side too.  

There was no need for a lot of words between you two and it was one of the things you loved most about your relationship. He understood you, but at least in one thing, he had many gaps. Understand how much you were totally and completely in love with him.  

He surrounded your side with his arm, then starting to slide his hand lightly up and down your back while you rested your forehead against his chest and indulged in the luxury of savoring his scent.  

“I wonder when Gucci will call you.. I think you’re financing the whole brand. ”  

He giggled, drawing you even more against his body and your legs collided, so he slipped one among yours letting them intertwine almost to perfection.  

“More or less.. Do you mind? In short, you are a Dolce and Gabbana trash. ”  

“Always Italian brands, dummy.”  

And without noticing, you both fell asleep. The one in the arms of the other.  

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iKon’s Reaction to Someone Getting Too Close to Their S/O When She Is Pregnant {Mafia Leader AU}

anonymous asked:

Hi~ I’d like to request an iKON reaction where they are mafia leaders and are devoted to their s/o and see someone getting too close to her while she’s pregnant. Loooove your blog~

I am sorry it took me such a long time to finish this, but it’s finally here! I wasn’t entirely sure what you (the anon) meant by close, so I interpreted it as physically close. I hope you like it~

Warning: contains elements of violence or abuse

Kim Jinhwan

Jinhwan is usually calm and trusting when you are with other men because he knows that you would always excuse yourself if they got too flirty. Especially since your growing belly started to become more obvious, he was cool with you meeting other people on your own - after all, everybody would see that you were his and only his woman. Therefore, he had agreed to the meeting between you and your high school friend who once had a crush on you. However, the cautious person he is, Jinhwan decided to secretly follow you and your high school friend, just for a few minutes until he could be sure that you really were fine on your own. And your husband was glad he did: the other guy soon put and arm around your shoulder and whispered something into your ear so intimately that passersby could easily mistake him for your boyfriend. With an angry snort, Jinhwan would close the distance between him and the other man, forcefully yanking the guy’s arm away from your shoulder. No matter if there were many people around or not, your husband would pin the guy to the wall of the building right next to you and warn your friend with a dangerously low voice: “Who do you think you are, touching my wife like that? Do you know who you are messing with? If you hold your life dearly, then you better stay away from Y/N.” Once he sees the fear in the other man’s eyes, he would smirk triumphantly and walk over to you nonchalantly. Jinhwan would simply ignore the stares of any curious onlookers and walk away with you, pretending that nothing at all had happened.

Song Yunhyeong

The two of you had been at a private party, celebrating your husband’s success of making his gang the most powerful and most influential in the area, and of course alcohol was flowing freely all night. Although you stayed away from the alluring liquor because of your slowly growing belly, it did not mean that other guests did the same. The booze had raised the confidence level of one particular guy who could not stop taking his eyes off of you. Yunhyeong had been watching the two of you for a while, trying to keep calm and not overreact at the stranger’s overflowing attention for you. However, when the man reached forward and put one hand on your hip as if inviting you to dance with him, your husband decided that he had had enough and that it was time to do something against the annoying disturber. Not taking his eyes off of you for even one second, Yunhyeong would snap his finger once and watch with relish how two bodyguards came over and removed the man from his field of view. When you turn towards your husband with a questioning frown on your face, he would walk over to you, pull you close against his chest and whisper: “Don’t look at me like that, baby, you know exactly that I can’t stand when other men look at you that way… it makes me feel disgusted and I was close to personally do something to him. Of course I know you would not have liked, but at least I won’t have to ever see him again.“

Kim Jiwon (Bobby)

It was true that he had told you that he liked seeing you in the red dress he had bought for you a few weeks earlier, and it was also true that the tight piece of cloth around your growing belly made you even sexier in his eyes. But Jiwon did not anticipate that other men would think the same and be so bold as to approach you although it was clear that you were pregnant. You and your husband were at the party he had organized to celebrate his last successful operation, and Bobby had been watching one of the guests flirting with you for the last few minutes. But now that the guy was touching your wrist after telling a joke and laughing together with you intimately, Jiwon had had enough of watching the scene and decided to take matters in his own hands. He quickly made his way over to you and the other obnoxious man and grabbed the guy’s arm roughly. Jiwon would drag him to an empty hallway and throw him against the wall, a death glare in his eyes. Your husband would then pull a small knife out of his pocket and threateningly let it glide over the men’s throat. His voice only a hiss, he would whisper: "If you don’t take your dirty hands off my wife, these hands of yours will never touch anyone ever again. Understood?” Jiwon would not even bother to wait for the guy’s reply and walk away casually. Once he is with you again, he would put an arm around your waist, lower his head and whisper: “I am warning you, don’t you dare laugh with another man like this again or otherwise I’ll make you scream my name and forget about any other male human being tonight.”

Kim Hanbin (B.I)

Since he has a younger sister, he has always been a little protective and your relationship is no exception. He had hoped that once your were pregnant and people would recognize your slowly growing belly, other men would finally stop flirting with you. But, of course he was wrong - after all, you were the most beautiful woman in town. Therefore, it was no surprise that something inside of Hanbin snapped when he saw the bartender giving you a flirtatious wink and leaning dangerously close towards you. Your husband had only gone to the bathroom for a few minutes, and already you were involved in a conversation with another man. Hanbin, very annoyed at this point, would walk over to you and sit down in the chair next to you. He would put an arm around your waist immediately, signaling the bartender that you were his and only his woman. To make sure that the guy understood that Hanbin was serious, your husband would casually pull a small gun out of his jacket, throw it in the air once and put it back inside his pocket, all the while smiling and talking to you, pretending to ignore the annoying guy on the other side of the bar.

Kim Donghyuk

Although he is usually extremely polite and gentle towards you and his other gang members, his temper completely changes when something or someone truly upsets him. The two of you, as well as a few other members of his group, were in the headquarters of his organization, planning their next operation. Donghyuk would never approve a plan without your invaluable input, and tonight was no exception. However, he had noticed one of his members throwing you flirtatious looks throughout the meeting, and his rage built up even more when that same guy went over to you after the gathering and sat down next to you casually. Donghyuk completely lost his temper when the other man put an arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, so close that your faces were almost touching. Although Donghyuk had told his gang members to treat you like family, he was not okay with someone being so close to you, especially since you were pregnant, your growing belly being the proof that you belonged to Donghyuk. Your husband would furiously walk over to his team member, yank him up into a standing position and land a well-aimed blow on the man’s face. With an angry look on his face, Donghyuk would hiss: “How dare you touch her like this when I am present in the same room? I told you to treat her like your sister, but you just crossed the line… If you want to see the sun rise tomorrow, I advise you to fuck off and never show your face here ever again.“

Koo Junhoe (Ju-ne)

Since you had always had an independent personality, Junhoe had always been a little suspicious of other men who were trying to get your attention. He gave you your freedom and allowed you to meet whomever you wanted, but especially now that you were expecting his, your, child, he could not help being a little extra protective about you. He was looking outside the window of your shared apartment, waiting for you to come back from meeting your friend, when he saw you arrive in a big, black car. His face froze and a dark expression settled on it when he realized that the driver sitting next to you was male. Your husband could follow your every movement from his spot at the apartment window, and his anger only rose when he saw the man resting his hand on your thigh while smiling at you widely. A sudden wave of jealously shot through Juhoe’s veins, and he waived his bodyguards closer. Without taking his eyes off of the guy in the car, he growled: "Remove this… scum from my field of vision and make sure he will stay away from Y/N forever. If the guy does not comply, don’t hesitate to use force.” When his bodyguards had almost left the room, your husband would add: “Oh, right, and don’t let Y/N know about this. I just want her to be safe, but she does not need to know everything I do for her safety.”

Jung Chanwoo

Chanwoo had always liked how you offered to talk to business partners and the leaders of other gangs during important meetings since your presence and female charm often meant the successful concluding of contracts and other agreements. However, things had changed when your husband had found out that you were pregnant and his baby was growing in your belly. Although he had told you to rest and leave the talking to him, you had insisted that you were fine and wanted to help at this important gathering with one of Chanwoo’s greater rival gangs. But when your husband saw the gang leader throwing thirsty looks in your direction and you even followed the guy’s invitation to sit down next him, rage started to burn inside of Chanwoo and he no longer cared about the outcome of the meeting. Chanwoo would walk right over to the rival leader and point a gun at the other man’s head. His eyes would glow with jealousy and anger, and only through intervening in the heated situation and countless apologies could you prevent a major conflict, but Chanwoo and the other gang leader would be enemies for the rest of their lives.

anonymous asked:

Apologies if you've talked about this before, but what is your opinion on Light's relationship with his father? Do you think his affection and emotions towards Soichiro were genuine (specifically during Soichiro's death scene), and what are your thoughts on the comments he makes about his father being a fool in the warehouse scene after Matsuda shoots him?

This… is an ask that I left sitting for half a year, so I sincerely hope by some miracle, you still find it, anon…

But to answer: yes, I think Light sincerely loved his father. In fact, I would argue that Light’s adoration for Soichiro is the key factor behind him becoming Kira in the first place, which makes their relationship all the more sad.
What Light says in the finale actually only goes to confirm this, in my view.

“Overtly earnest people like him always end up the loser. Do you want a world where people like him are always made fools of?”

I think in shouting this Light is more honest than ever about the nature of his ‘boredom’ and why he feels the world is rotten.

Light grew up admiring Soichiro’s policework and wishing to follow in his footsteps as a great policeman, yet as he grew up he learned to see that crime is endless. His father was fighting it so hard (to the point of being away from home very often), but he never achieved lasting change.
Light’s boredom is the boredom with a world that is always the same, always rotten, always restarts the cycle of crime and punishment. He feels defeated at the prospect of living a life that won’t hold long-term meaning.
Light loves and admires his father, but he can see his struggle is futile. That stings him, that makes him belief the world is rotten.

Light also takes his whole personal morale from his father. Soichiro is the living embodiment of “you have to make personal sacrifices for the greater good” and regularly proves this by placing his family second behind his job.
This is something that his children both internalize greatly. Sayu blames herself for the trouble her kidnapping, essentially saying she should have known better and doesn’t want to prioritize her personal feelings for the greater good.
Light employs this sacrificial logic when he justifies becoming Kira to himself. Before meeting Ryuk he rationalizes it as sacrificing himself (his peace of mind, his time, etc) for the good of humanity. That is in line with Soichiro’s teachings because self-sacrifice is good, right?

Soichiro’s influence is also the cause of Light’s visceral reaction to being called evil.

When Lind L. Tailor says it, Light initially looks vulnerable before getting angry, because evil is not something he can ever allow himself to be. 
A later scene with Soichiro provides context for this:

It’s one of Soichiro’s mantras and Light lives by the man’s teachings. His self-esteem is partially reliant on feeling worthy of his fathers approval, which is not something he ever had to call into question before.

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Nothing To Be Afraid Of

Warnings: Alcohol

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader, Zach Dempsey x Reader

Requested by: anonymous

Request: Omg your Jeff imagine was super cute! Can I request a Jeff imagine where the reader is dating Jeff but she’s best friends with Zach cuz they grew up together so Jeff gets a little jealous? (You can make it as fluffy or whatever as you want 💕)

A/N: I’m such a newbie to this whole imagine thing urghh. I hope you like it, anon. Let me know what you think.

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

You and Zach Dempsey were childhood friends. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. However to some, namely your boyfriend Jeff Atkins, it supposedly looked like you and Zach were ‘an old married couple’.

When you were younger, Zach’s mom and your mom would arrange play dates for the both of you. You and Zach had been friends since you were both in diapers. Long before the social segregation that came with high school. This meant that no matter how popular Zach was, he would always find time for you. After all, you were his best friend. The bond shared between you and Zach was unbreakable, but strictly platonic. The friendship you had with Zach was nothing compared to what you felt with Jeff.

No matter how many times you would reassure him that you loved him and only him, Jeff held a spark of jealousy whenever he saw you and Zach together. Seeing how happy Zach made you, made Jeff feel as though he wasn’t good enough for you. Jeff would look at you two, wishing that he made you as happy as Zach did. What Jeff didn’t know was that he made you feel so much more than Zach ever could. 

“Y/N! Over here!” Zach had spotted you in a crowd of people. You and Jeff had both been invited to Jessica’s party but Jeff had run errands before the party. The two of you had agreed for Jeff to meet you at the party. 

The sweaty, dancing bodies surrounding you made it hard for you to move towards Zach and his friends - who weren’t exactly your friends but they were aways nice to you - until his hand reached out for you. You gladly took it and began to maneuver through the crowd. Once you had reached Zach, his hand retreated from your own and settled around your waist. Of course, you just passed it off as a protective gesture and thought nothing of it. After greeting them, you, Zach, Justin, Jessica and Montgomery then moved over to Jessica’s couch. 

Justin then yelled your name over the music to get your attention to get your attention, “You want a drink?”

“Sure but I don’t want to get too drunk before Jeff gets here.”

“Yeah, ok.” Justin nodded before leaving with Montgomery to get drinks. They came back moments later and Monty handed you a red solo cup.  Truth be told you weren’t the biggest party animal there was but you definitely knew how to have a good time.

It didn’t take long for you to get tipsy. In fact, maybe you were a little more than tipsy - so much so, you didn’t notice that Jeff had arrived until he was standing right in front of you and Zach.

“Hey ba- whoa,” Jeff didn’t let you finish. Instead, he had grabbed your arm and pulled you up out of your seat on the couch.

“We’re leaving.” He clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth. You could tell he was angry - everyone within a mile of him could - but you didn’t want to cause a scene. Honestly, you didn’t want to leave. Tonight was one of the first nights you had where you actually enjoyed the company of Zach’s friends.

“You literally just arrived.” you said softly, trying to get him calm down a little.

“Huh, didn’t think you noticed. You looked a little busy all cosied up with Zach.“

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Zach rose from his position on the couch.

Jeff no longer faced you and he had taken a step towards Zach, “You’re my problem.”

Maybe a fight would have ensued if Justin hadn’t intervened, “Guys, seriously knock it off, it’s a party. You wanna fight? Outside. Not here.”

“Forget it, let’s just go.” You did not want your best friend and boyfriend to fight. Leaving was the best decision for now.


The car journey to Jeff’s place was completely silent. Both of you were radiating anger and any words said would just fuel the feeling.

Jeff’s parents had left for a weekend business trip, which had allowed you to stay the night. Your parents had no idea and believed you were staying at Jessica’s house.

As soon as Jeff pulled up outside of his house, you left the car as quick as you could and opened the door with the spare key that you knew they kept behind one of the rocks. You fled to one of their bathrooms and locked yourself in. You definitely didn’t want to confront Jeff about what happened but you knew you had to. As you washed your face, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby. Listen, I love you. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or made you feel bad or anything. I guess I’m just jealous.” you sighed before opening the door.

“But why? Why would you be jealous?” You walked closer to Jeff and held his face in your hands.

“I don’t know. I see how happy you are with him and it makes me upset.” Looking down, Jeff started to scratch the back of his neck.

“Don’t you understand that you make me happy too? I know we’ve been friends for so long but you make me happier than Zach ever could.”

Jeff looked up at this and you started to lean in. The two of you shared a kiss that held more meaning and more passion than any other kiss you’ve shared before. The two of you broke away from each other to catch your breath and leaned your foreheads against each other.

“Listen, babe. You have nothing to be afraid of. I’m yours and only yours.”

“I love you so much, Y/N Y/LN.”

“And I love you, Jeffrey Atkins.”

anonymous asked:

So I'm really needing some bughead multiple orgasms or denied orgasm smut and I'm blushing so hard as a read this 😳😳😳 the phrase "don't come" does crazy things to me...

Well hello anon! You’re blushing? You should see me after writing this haha

Sorry for the wait on this one! I hope this is sort of what you were after!

warnings: smut. smut. smut. sin. smut. more sin. more smut. I’m going to hell because smut. 


In the Night: 

It’s late; her room shrouded with darkness, the soft pinks and coordinated pastels disappearing into shades of black. Betty likes the nights. She likes the stillness outside her window, the insanity of the town fading away for a few hours as the people slept. The line drawn between the North and South sides of Riverdale ever so stark in the day, blurring into the cloak of ebony; still inherently there, but easier to ignore.  

But there was one thing about the nights that she liked far more than any of its rivals. And that thing was the dark haired boy that climbed through her window as the hours of late night morphed into early morning.

He would clamber through the frame sometimes with a charming smile on his lips and a light in his eyes, sometimes with a deep frown and a tense jaw. Sometimes he would find her with clenched fists and tear stained cheeks, other nights a playful smirk and a teasing comment. His beanie discarded, her hair down they would talk into the next day about school, movies, books and his new home, about civil wars and leather jackets, about well-established facades, jailed fathers, pregnant sisters, and struggling friends.

Sometimes they would lie comfortably on the bed, leaning into each other, subtle brushes of hands on skin or through hair. And other nights-nights like this one- their embraces were much more passionate, their intent far from innocent. On nights like this, they would muffle moans in pillows and necks; make the other writhe as they succumbed to the inferno they had built. Their eyes would meet heady and dark, a breath would hitch, a groan would resound, fingers reaching, filthy words whispered in ears. It was slow and sensual, hot and heavy, fast and passionate; an intricate push and pull of control.

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soulmate! Hoshi

for anon: soulmate hoshi please? i loved all the soulmate aus so far!!!!keep up the good work!!!

a/n: TYSM and hope you enjoy!!

Summary: in which the closer you are to your soulmate, you can hear what song their listening too, visa versa (part two)

  • the first year you could comprehend what a soulmate actually was,
  • you were completely obsessed with finding your “mark”
  • and after that mess, searching through the “soulmate” section in the library and asking around
  • you kind of just gave up of finding your soulmate
  • figured “go with the flow” is best
  • but that didn’t stop you from lowkey being jealous of your friends who had obvious signs
  • hell even one had her soulmate’s first words
  • you think you could live with anything, even "get out the way" if it meant you would for sure meet he or, what the hell, she one day
  • flash forward years later not really lol your still young and fresh okay
  • your college offers programs for classes over seas for a year
  • for your major, the best places would be, south korea, singapore, and japan
  • lots of people were choosing south korea, and but you actually already know korean, as a result of your high school friend who was korean
  • so to be a little different you and your best friend in college, choose japan
  • even though flying is a bitch, you and your friend land safely and head to baggage claim
  • suddenly you hear this slight beat in your ears
  • looking down at your phone, you see the music is turned off
  • “f/n do you hear some music?”
  • “nah you alright?”
  • “yeah it’s probably just my post plane effects”
  • when you sit in the taxi on the way to your airport, you play your music and eventually the beat is gone
  • the next day when your prepping for a class, you hear the beat again
  • you search everywhere and after your friend says she hears nothing, you almost pull your hair out
  • then it clicks,
  • holy shit you’ve read of soulmates having this before
  • maybe he’s japanese????
  • after telling your friend, on any spare time you guys had, you both travel all through japan
  • the disappointment you feel hurts, in fact in seems the farther you travel through japan, the quieter the beat gets
  • the one thing you notice is the same beat seems to play over and over again
  • at one point you to start to subconsciously drum your fingers to them 24/7
  • you wonder if your soulmate can hear your music too and is thinking about you? hopefully?
  • at the end of your time in japan, you and your friend decided to take a week vacation in seoul, south korea
  • “girl did you see the street food there, if we gain a couple pounds, it’ll definitely be okay”
  • and literally, the first thing you notice when landing at Incheon is the melody added to that beat
  • “f/n. shit i think my soulmate’s korean”
  • as you get closer to seoul, you can start to hear the whispers of lyrics
  • by the time your in your hotel you can hear the lyrics as if your playing it from your phone quietly 
  • “ulgo sipci anha”
  • despite the bit of jet lag you have, you grab a small backpack full of all your essentials and head out, leaving a note for your friend who’s already knocked out
  • as you run around seoul aimlessly, you somehow figure out directions with the sounds
  • this leads you to the front of a large building
  • smartly, you plug in your earphones and play a hiphop song, loud with heavy beats
  • if there’s a way you can hear a song about boys not wanting to cry then he could hear you blasting kokak blacks’ tunnel vision in one ear
  • no matter how far you walk along the street you always hear the song the loudest at the building
  • after mustering up some courage, your about to knock but the crying song stops
  • you step back three feet, kind of freaked out, the mash of the two songs only becoming yours
  • suddenly a cute black haired boy dressed in sweaty workout clothes explodes from the doors
  • he stares at you with wide eyes and takes a step back
  • bumping into a whole soccer team of guys coming out or peaking heads out the door
  • you slowly reach your hand up to your earbud and as you take that one out, the music in his ears stop also
  • the grin that graces his face has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
  • he looks at your face brightly, noticing the happy smile on your face
  • like the match made in heaven you guys are, you run up to him laughing and he opens his arm laughing
  • your arms go around his shoulders and his around your waist
  • you get lifted slightly and this situation makes you smile and giggle even harder
  • suddenly you feel yourself get pulled forward from what you notice is your soulmate’s friends pulling him back inside the building
  • “as happy as i am for you to find your soulmate, lets not have any pictures taken”
  • he ignores them completely with the smile seemingly permanent
  • setting you down, he holds your hands tightly, grinning
  • “my name’s kwon soonyoung and ill definitely be calling you soon”
  • you giggle and answer
  •  "my name’s f/n l/n. i would call you honey, but your so much sweeter than that.“
  •  you guys laugh again and he pulls you in closer, burying his head in your nape and yours in his chest
  • “wow someone who’s actually PERFECT for soonyoung”
  • “the cringe couple”
  • “ewwww LMAO”
  • “WE ALL HAVE HOPE NOW 2017 IS SEVENTEEN’S SOULMATE YEAR” 
  • after being introduced and explained too that they are actually a group called seventeen and bombarded by them with questions,
  • you and soonyoung are given time alone
  • aka sitting in the corner and pretending svt isn’t trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the dance studio
  • getting to know each other must have been the funnest and cutest experience of each other’s life
  • “its a great song but i was tired of listening to just one portion of a song about boys crying after the first 10 minutes”
  • “yahh, i create choreography, so of course i play it over”
  • you guys openly and cutely discuss pet names
  • “i dont want to call you y/n, that’s what everyone else calls you,” he pouts
  • “what about you? you have something you wanna be called?”
  •  he slightly gets flustered, and before he can answer you ask,
  • “you know how americans will call their husbands hubby?”
  • he nods at the mention
  • “what do you think about bubby? boyfriend instead of husband”
  • he smiles sweetly and laughs, “i like it, and i’ll call you jagi (honey) in honor of your pickup line”
  • you laugh and accept of course
  •  the corners of his mouth twitch up in a slight smirk
  • “so am i your boyfriend now?”
  • you slap his arm lightly, “yah im not that easy, take me on a date first”
  • you guys get closer on the emotional level
  • he looks at you and smiles softly
  • “i think your too pretty to be my soulmate" 
  • "what do you mean??? your the most attractive guy ever. clearly we are soulmates, two good looking people together? helloo”
  • you wiggle your eyebrows at him and wink cutely
  • he chuckles softly
  • “are you sure, you’ve seen the other members, they have way better bodies and faces than me”
  • you realize at this moment your soulmate had insecurities
  • why are korean beauty standards like this
  • “look at me”
  • you boldly hold his face in both of your hands, instantly making his ears turn red
  • “i don’t know or care that other people don’t find you attractive. to me you are the most handsome" 
  • "your the perfect height for me, i dont need to you to be any taller" 
  • "your eyes are the most attractive thing, i didn’t think someone can be so hot and cute as the same time but damn you proved me wrong" 
  • "i could go on and on but if i say all of them now, it would take forever”
  • you bring his face closer and press your lips on his cheek softly
  • he smiles with pink cheeks and pecks your neck, settling his head there and whispers
  • “you don’t need to be perfect but i know your perfect for me”
  • you laugh tenderly and whisper in his ear,
  • “i love how you can keep up with my cheesy comments but let’s not do this 24/7”
  • he chuckles loudly
  • “let’s be a comfortable & fun couple, those are the best”
  •  "definitely”
  • svt at the side like “this has to be the cheesiest and cutest moment i’ll ever witness”
  • “it’s a drama in real life lol”
  • seungkwan says this a little too loudly
  • you and soonyoung both look over and then at each other
  • “you wanna throw it or will i?”

Originally posted by royalkpop

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

100% reconmend you another soulmate au here, soulmate! Joshua ;)

(Jess: Seri ily //actual tears//)

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~ admin seri

❝ It’s over. ❞

Plot: Jimin cheats on you, because he’s too drunk, and you broke up with him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader 

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Angst

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

The happy barking of your dog was the best welcome after a long and tiring day of study and work. You laid the purse and the keys on the cupboard near the entrance and you were ready to head to the bathroom to relax a little when strange noises from your bedroom made you block completely.  

Immediately your heart began to beat at an abnormal rate because they were little misunderstanding sounds and immediately understood what was going on in that room.  

Your hands began to tremble and in small steps you began to walk towards your room, finally reaching the door. Yet you couldn’t open it, you were scared to death to see what, or rather who, was in it. But your hopes were destroyed shortly after because the female voice screamed that name, the name you hoped to never hear, and with your hopes, even your heart broke completely. 

Your brain allowed you not to hurt yourself and trying to remain silent you turned and left the house looking for a possible refuge to spend those hours.  

You never thought that Jimin could cheat you. After a year of relationship by now you thought you were perfect together, he was so considerate to you and he always tried to show you how much he loved you. You had so hard to trust him, because of your past experiences, that that seemed like a joke to you because it felt impossible that he really did.  

Walking through the streets of Seoul you didn’t cry, because there were too many people who could see you, stopping in a kiosk and starting to drink in solitary. You never liked alcohol, but at that moment you just wanted to anesthetize a little the pain your felt into your heart.  

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The Accident- Pack imagine

Originally posted by queenbanshee

Request: Anon said:

Could you do a teen wolf pack imagine where the reader gets kicked out of the pack for a stupid reason, and then the next day she’s pulling up to school with her brother and they get in a terrible accident right outside of the high school and like the whole school including the pack witnesses it and everyone freaks out (especially the pack) thank you💓

Words: 1806

A/N: I don’t know what exactly you were after so I hope this is ok xx remember if you ever want me to write anything, my inbox is always open <3

‘Just go for it’ you thought to yourself. Liam was stood at the opposite end of the corridor, sputtering his words to Hayden. He had promised you he’d work up the courage to ask her out but all that had happened so far was a short and awkward chat. You were getting frustrated. You knew Hayden liked Liam back and yet neither of them could see it. They were both blind.

You picked at your nails as you waited, listening intently to their conversation, or rather lack of one. You sighed, if you used your powers of mind control this would all be over in two seconds. You shook the thought out of your head. There was no way you were going to use your mind control on a friend, especially a member of the pack. You didn’t even know if your powers worked on other supernatural creatures, never having tried. The aggravation and curiosity build up inside you, seeping through every pore. ‘That’s it!’ you thought to yourself, strutting closer to Liam and Hayden. You stopped a few metres away from them, close enough for your powers to take their hold. You focused your mind on Liam, climbing inside his brain. Liam’s back tensed so his posture was rigid, you could see the vein in his upper arm throb as he tried to fight what was happening to him. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he fought, your powers maintained their hold.

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* BROTHER! A… ARE YOU OKAY? WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

* ….i don’t remember.

Anon threw a prompt suggesting Sans and Gaster reuniting. I decided to make it into a comic of how it would go alongside my headcanon :D
Basically, Gaster can’t be saved but thanks to Frisk somehow Sans is able to see him one last time. The bonus panel below goes with another personal headcanon that after Gaster and his followers were erased from existence, everyone’s memories of them (including Sans’) were lost. But photographs hold a lot of memorable moments…. right?

The last two panels were inspired by @sketchit26‘s heart wrenching comic!

“A Nobody” - Isaac Lahey

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

(not my gif)

REQUEST: (Y/N) is evil (kinda like void Stiles) and she has a soft spot for Isaac.
(I feel like this isn’t even close to what the anon requested but this is how it turned out so I hope you guys will like it regardless.)


On the outside, (Y/N) looked like a normal teenage girl. But on the inside, nothing but darkness and emptyness could be found.

When (Y/N) had arrived in Beacon Hills, Scott McCall had instantly known something was off about the new girl. He had wished his instincts were wrong but soon after the arrival of the pretty-looking girl, chaos started to spread in Beacon Hills like a disease. People were brutally murdered or went mysteriously missing and the pack knew (Y/N) had something to do with it all.

“She doesn’t look like a murderer, though.” Isaac declared while the group of friends was on their lunch break.
“Wha- Is he serious?” Stiles asked his best friend, Scott. “This girl looks like the devil!” He added.
“I’m just saying, maybe she is innocent.” Isaac shrugged.
“No, she’s not. Did you take a good look at her? It’s like staring into the depth of nothingness. She is evil, and you guys know I can detect evil better than anyone.” Stiles said and Isaac rolled his eyes at the skinny and sarcastic teenage boy.
“Stiles is right. Something is off about her.” Scott stated.
“I can feel it too.” Lydia nodded.
“What can you feel, Lydia?” Allison asked, frowning.
“Death.” Lydia said after a short while.
Everytime the banshee was near (Y/N), she could feel the darkness eat away her soul and all the happiness being sucked out of her life. It was a very unpleasant feeling, even for someone like Lydia – to whom death had become a part of her daily life.
“If she is the one killing people, we have to stop her.” Scott declared and his eyes glowed a bright red for a second before going back to their original color.

The next morning, (Y/N) didn’t show up to school and the pack felt panic spreading quickly into their veins. School was the easiest way to keep an eye on (Y/N) without looking too suspicious, but now they had to find (Y/N) before someone else got hurt.
The pack didn’t find (Y/N) until nightfall. Scott had got a call from his mom, Melissa McCall, saying he needed to come to the hospital right away, and judging from the panic in her voice, Scott knew something terrible had happened and he figured they would find (Y/N) at the center of it all.
The moment Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles and Isaac walked through the doors of Beacon Hills Memorial, they saw many people lying in a pool of their own blood. Scott had found his mom, frightened but unharmed – to his relief, and had ordered her to go home and lock herself inside the supernatural-protected house.
The pack had decided to split up – although Stiles insisted on staying close to his werewolf best friend, so they could cover more ground and find (Y/N) more quickly.

Isaac was walking quietly in the corridor on the third floor when his werewolf hearing picked up a heartbeat nearby. He walked into a room – which turned out to be the morgue, and found (Y/N) standing there, her back to him.
“(Y/N)?”  Isaac called carefully.
The teenage girl turned around slowly. She looked emotionless, but somehow pretty calm. Her skin and clothes were stained with blood as if she had taken a bath in her victims’ blood.
“I wouldn’t stay here if I were you.” (Y/N) said.
“Why? So you can kill more people?” Isaac said. There was no anger in his voice. Even if now he knew for sure that (Y/N) was the one behind the brutal murders in Beacon Hills, an odd feeling told him not to hurt or kill her, as if he still believed she could be innocent.
“Do you want me to start with you, pretty wolf?” (Y/N) asked blankly.
Isaac couldn’t help but notice that the girl’s voice sounded innocent, almost gentle but emptied of all emotions, and he failed to understand how could someone like (Y/N) could create so much chaos.
“What are you?“&#157; Isaac spoke his thoughts aloud.
"An abomination.” (Y/N) replied.
“This isn’t you.” Isaac stated, although he didn’t know the girl at all and couldn’t possibly know if she had once been different. “Something is posessing you.” He added, though unsure of his theory.
“You’re right, pretty wolf. I was posessed. But I’m not anymore, not when there is nothing left to posess.” (Y/N) said as if she was discussing the weather.
“What happened to you?”
“My soul got eaten up.” (Y/N) replied, her eyes piercing through Isaac’s.
“So you’re killing people just for the hell of it?” Isaac asked. This time, a hint of anger was present in his voice.
“Do you think I need a purpose to kill? Is that what you want me to tell your little friends when they will find you drowned in your own blood? That I took your life for a reason?” (Y/N) asked.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac declared.

Isaac could see (Y/N) smirking a little even though the darkness of the night was hiding half of her angelic-looking face.
“What’s going to stop me? Your claws?” (Y/N) said, calmly.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac repeated, although it was pretty obvious he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince (Y/N).
“It’s okay. Everyone begs for mercy at the end.” (Y/N) said as she walked closer to her next prey, Isaac.
“I can help you.”  Isaac said suddenly.
“Don’t you recognize a lost cause when you see one, pretty wolf?”
“I can help you go back to who you used to be.”
“I used to be a nobody. Who would want to go back to that?” (Y/N) said and for the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Isaac swore he heard sadness in the girl’s voice.
“You do.” Isaac declared and (Y/N) didn’t take another step. She was standing inches away from the werewolf.

A part of her couldn’t wait to slit his throat and watch as his blood stained the floor and until the very last drop left his body. But then, there was this part of her – tiny and well-hidden, which was forbidden her to hurt another soul, especially the one standing in front of her. But killing and destroying had been in her nature for so long, she couldn’t possibly avoid her fate. Or could she?
“I am a monster. I don’t deserve your help and your pity.” (Y/N) stated with anger.
“You’re not a monst-” Isaac couldn’t finish his sentence.
(Y/N) had placed a hand around his throat and was ready to rip it out with her own fingernails. Isaac’s jaw tightened but the boy stayed still.
“Fight back, pretty wolf.” (Y/N) said with her hand around his throat. “Fight back!” She shouted.
(Y/N)’s voice was no longer calm and gentle. There were finally emotions in her words. There was anger. There was sadness. There was humanity.

Isaac put his hand on the one that (Y/N) had placed around his throat. At the touch, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Isaac drew (Y/N)’s hand away from his throat and the teenage girl let him do so.
“You’re not a monster.” Isaac finally said.
“You’re wrong. And you’re going to die because of it.” (Y/N) said but she stayed still. She didn’t try to kill Isaac. She couldn’t and she didn’t know why.

There was a heavy silence in the room while Isaac and (Y/N) stared into each other’s eyes. (Y/N) was still fighting off the urge to kill the werewolf, but why she was fighting it off, she didn’t know.
Then, Isaac gently placed a hand on (Y/N)’s cheek and she backed away as if his touch had bruned her skin. At this very moment, she felt something. Something other than anger or pain. Something she hadn’t felt in forever which is why it felt so odd and unfamiliar. And (Y/N) knew that whatever it was, she had to hold on to it, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t because even if it was as though she could finally see a light into the darkness, the light was so bright it was blinding her. She couldn’t because it felt like someone was riping her soul out all over again. She couldn’t because after feeling nothing for so long, the pain was agonizing.
“Don’t fight back.” Isaac said quietly as he watched the girl struggling not to let any light in into her darkened mind. He could see her pushing all emotions away and it seemed to be strongly hurting her.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced (Y/N)’s body and she gasped. Isaac’s eyes widened and he turned around to see Allison throwing another arrow at (Y/N).
“Allison, stop!” Isaac shouted.
“Get out of the way, Isaac!” Allison shouted back, convinced that she was rescuing her friend and doing him a favor by killing the enemy.
“No! Stop!” Isaac shouted but Allison threw another arrow and (Y/N) collapsed onto the floor.
With three arrows piercing through her body, (Y/N) gasped for air as she laid almost motionless on the floor of the morgue, her blood staining her clothes and skin as it mixed with the dry blood of her latest victims.
Isaac hurried at her side while Allison watched him, confused. Isaac held (Y/N) in his arms as the girl struggled to breathe.
“What have you done?” Isaac shouted.
“I- I thought-” Allison stuttered, extremely confused.
“Get out! Go find help!” Isaac shouted urgently.
Allison stayed still, wondering if she had just badly injured an innocent.
“Now, Allison!” Isaac shouted and the huntress ran out of the room to go and get help.
“You’re gonna be okay, (Y/N).” Isaac said quietly as blood stained (Y/N)’s lips.

But Isaac knew what just came out of his mouth was a lie and (Y/N) knew it too. She couldn’t breathe. She was dying and she was okay with it. She wanted the pain to stop. It wasn’t her physical injuries that was hurting her. But while her body was pain-free, everything inside was agonizing. The pain which she felt on the inside was what was killing her. Her mind was on fire, her soul – which she believed to be long gone, was being torn apart by the strong and unbearable feeling of love and of life.
“I’m sorry.” Isaac whispered, fighting off the urge to scream and cry for someone he hardly even knew.
“It’s okay.” (Y/N) whispered as her body went still. “I was made to kill, not to love.”

And then her eyes were closed and a single tear fell down her face. Crying was so foreign to her, but that’s how she knew. She had been forbidden to feel, and the moment Isaac set her free from the never-ending darkness and chaos, death came crawling back to take her soul. And this time, she was never getting it back ever again. Isaac was the first person to see (Y/N) for who she used to be and not who she had become. He was the first person to see her as a human being and not as a monster. And that’s what gave (Y/N) a piece of her humanity back: to be reminded of who she used to be and not blamed for who she was now. Because everybody should be reminded of what they’ve lost in order to get it back. And as the pain exploded in her body into a thousand flames, she knew she was herself again. She was a nobody again, a nobody at all.

anonymous asked:

**chants** bar fight!Everlark!!

Anon…you have no idea how much heartache I went through to write this for you. I started something almost immediately after you sent me this message, back in November (cringes to the max). But I just didn’t have the will to finish what I started so I sat on it. When I finally returned to try again, the dreaded in-laws were sucking all the creativity from a one hundred mile radius. Two more scrapped versions until I finally managed this. I hope you enjoy my humble offering. My thanks to @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading to make sure I hadn’t completely lost my writing mojo. If it still sucks, blame her. I kid, it’s all on me. RATED E: Because it’s me. And I somehow found a way to turn this into porn with a little plot.


The jukebox will need to be replaced. It’s cracked in three places and stuck on “What’s New Pussycat,” a fact that took them about twenty minutes to realize before Thresh tried smacking the thing around to get it to shut up – with no luck. He had to unplug it. The tinkling of broken glass being swept up provides a fitting accompaniment to the questioning as Darius flips open his tablet and levels Katniss with a serious look.

“Can you tell me how the fight started, Miss Everdeen?” She scowls at his use of a formal name for her, like he doesn’t spend every other Saturday in here, knocking back beers with his cop buddies, flirting shamelessly with her, and avoiding whatever fight he just had with Glimmer, his girlfriend.


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Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine Robb Stark falling in love with your rebellious attitude.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Badass warrior reader X Robb stark B-)

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