i just want you closer

Closer - Jughead x Reader

Anonymous said: 

can you write an imagine where the reader is failing math and jughead wants to get closer to the reader and offers to help even though he’s actually bad at math, so when he tries to help her study, they both get frustrated and they end up kissing/confessing their feelings

Originally posted by venomous-lies

I changed it up slightly but hope you’re okay with it!

Word count: 1,008

warnings: none, just fluff :)

It was coming to the end of last period and your favourite subject of all time - math! You sat at your desk with your face lazily rested in your hand as you glanced up at the clock waiting for this nightmare to end. The whole lesson has been a battle to understand even half of what the teacher was saying and it’s stressing you out. 


“Remember, class, we have a test next lesson so make sure you study for it.” Your head jolted up at the realisation. oh crap. You have to do well on this test. You’re already failing math. The bell rang signalling the end of school so you quickly packed up your belongings and rushed out the door, determined to do nothing but study as soon as you got home.


You didn’t realise how nervous you were until you accidentally crashed into someone and almost fell over.  “Sorry!” you blurted out as the stranger caught you by the shoulders and steadied you. You looked up to find a tall and mysterious figure gazing down at you with a worried expression played across his features - Jughead Jones, your childhood friend and secret crush. 


“(Y/N), whoa, what’s wrong?” He asked, hands still on your shoulders. You blushed slightly at the closeness. “Nothing.. I.. Uh, I’m just stressed about failing this maths test.” You flustered. “Really, you?” He teased “I thought you were the class smart-ass.” He played. “I am, Jones. Just not as smart-assy as you.” You sassed back. He chuckled.


You missed this. For some reason you and Jughead didn’t talk that often anymore, even though you were best friends when you were younger. Jughead missed it too, he’d always liked you - though he’d never told you, maybe that’s why he distanced himself. He could still be caught admiring you from afar though. And any time the two of you were together, he’d cherish. Which is what lead him to a thought..


“I could help you study for the test, if you want?” He asked, hope evident in his tone. You looked up at him in surprise, “You’d do that? Thank you Juggie!” You exclaimed. “Sure” He smiled at you, “I’m free anytime, so let me know whenever you need me.” he said. “We could go over to my place and start now?” You suggested. The corner of his mouth curved up, “Why not?” He replied, so the two of you headed over to your place.


You guys talked a lot along the way, mostly about childhood memories. It felt almost as if nothing had changed and you were still best friends. When you arrived at home your parents greeted you and Jughead and you explained that you were going to your room to study together. Your parents exchanged a look but you grabbed Jughead and jogged upstairs to your bedroom before they could embarrass you. 


You waltzed into your room, Jughead following behind you, and turned to face him. He was standing awkwardly by the door. “Make yourself at home!” you reassured him “You can sit on the bed or wherever.” He loosened up at your words and made his way over to sit beside you on the bed, pulling out the notes and revision sheets from his bag.


“Okay..” You sighed and looked at the first question. “Write 4*10-2 as a decimal.” You looked up at Jughead, a puzzled expression on your face. “I don’t have the slightest clue… Can you explain it?” You asked. “Uhh..” He started, and then begun spurring out different methods to solve the equation - to no avail. He was stuck. Jugheads face slowly turned a shade of light red at the slight embarrassment. 


“I don’t understand it very well either.” He admitted. “Okay, we’ll come back to that one.” You said and pointed to the next question - which looked just as daunting. “What about this one?” You asked, frustrated with yourself for not knowing. “Actually…” Jughead started, looking extremely embarrassed as he considered his next sentence, “I’m not really good at any of this stuff, I kinda suck at math. I just..” He paused and debated with himself for a moment. “I just wanted to get closer to you. I know it’s stupid but I really like you, (Y/N).”


You looked at your friend in shock, trying to think of the words you wanted to say. Jugheads face heated up at the silence, and he quickly spoke up, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I made this awk-” You cut him off, “No no, I really like you too Jug! ever since we were in 6th grade actually. I had no idea you felt that way.”


Jughead just stared at you in surprise as the words sank in. “Really?” was all he managed to say. You chuckled and took his hands in yours, “Yes, really, Jug.” His face lit up with joy and you smiled back up at him. He gazed across your features, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. He slowly leaned closer to your face. You were so close it set off a fire inside you, you could feel your cheeks flushing and your stomach drop. “Is this ok?” He whispered as his lips brushed against yours.


You replied by crashing your lips into his, and he slowly and passionately deepened the kiss, savouring every moment of it. Jughead brought his hands up to cup your face. Your lips synced together perfectly and you got lost in the moment. You both pulled back for air and looked at one another lovingly. Jugheads hand still caressed your cheek as he spoke up, “Well this turned out better than I expected.” You giggled and agreed.


“ughhh” You groaned, “We still have to figure out these!” you motioned over to the revision sheets. Jughead dramatically slammed his back against the mattress as he collapsed onto the bed and you laughed and threw a pillow at him. He snapped his head up at you with a smirk.. “You just started a war.” 

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Lee Jaehwan x The Closer for @thisfeeling-of-forever .

Yoongi Scenario: I’ll Give You The Sun.

Request: I wanted to request a “proposal”, where Yoongi asks y/n to marry him. Thank you girls + I’ll put both my requests in one ask! My first request is a late night trip with yoongi (like he calls you in the middle of the night for a car trip and takes reader to the sea [and there he propose to her])

Genre: Romance.


You woke up a bit startled, not expecting Yoongi’s lips just above your right ear making you tingle and confused at the same time.

-What is it babe?-

He kissed your ear making you have goosebumps. -Wake up-

You opened your eyes completely and sat. -But what is it? Yoongi it’s like… the middle of the night- you said not even knowing what time it was.

-Come on, get up and get dressed- he smiled when he turned on the lights and then you noticed he was fully dressed, jeans, a black t-shirt that exposed his collarbones if he leaned forward and a denim jacket. 

You were on a little vacation retreat in Jeju Island, it was your second day on the island and you had big plans for the rest of week, several activities typical of Jeju and of course lots of sleep, both of you needed that. So it took you by surprise that Yoongi was so eager to go out in the middle of the night. But then it made you remember that you used to do it a lot when you started dating, late night trips around the city. A smile came to your face and you got up from the bed, your boyfriend was such a low-key romantic. 

-Give me a second then-

You wondered what you should wear for this night late night extravaganza Yoongi had in mind. You giggle at the thought, he’d frown and grumble if you told him that. You went for a a little summer dress, you were in an island after all, so you had brought mostly shorts and dresses, but you wanted to be comfortable so you threw on the pretty black dress with purple and pink flowers print, the sleeves were long but they got wider from your elbow to your wrist making the simple dress have a trendy cut, you saw the rather low v-neck and decided that you had to also throw on a jacket just in case the night was chilly.

-Where are we going Yoongi?- you asked when you walked out of the bathroom. You had rushed on the light makeup and your hair since part of the emotion of the late night trips was the rush and the unexpected, but you still wanted to look nice.

-It’s a surprise- he said not giving anything away.

You pouted. -I just want to know if I’m good-

Yoongi came closer to you, and this time his smile didn’t fit on his face, it was contagious as you found yourself smiling back. -What?-

-You are beautiful Y/N- he leaned down and pecked your lips. -Let’s go-

You went together hand by hand, the hotel was well illuminated this late, but it was lone aside from some occasional personnel you encountered as you walked your way out of the building, it was a chilly night as you had suspected, you walked through the gardens and the pools the hotel had just before you found the exit to the beach. 

-Yoongi, what is this? where are we going?-

He smiled more and squeezed your hand as you started to walk in the sand, it slipped through your sandals and it was all over his shoes.

-You’ll see Y/N, just follow me-

You laughed. -I’m following you babe, but this…-

-Are you nervous?- he teased and you pushed his shoulder making him laugh louder.

-Wait a moment- you said leaning down to take off your sandals. - Yoongi!- you nagged when he snapped a picture of you as you were taking them off. He laughed and you shook your head knowing it couldn’t be helped -You too babe- you said as he complied and took off his shoes. -It’s so weird you came here with those and not your beloved sandals-

-I forgot, I wasn’t thinking about my footwear for tonight-

You sharpened your gaze with a coy smile. -And what were you thinking then?-

Yoongi smiled like a fool and squeezed your hand again, was he nervous? -Come Y/N-

The sand was cold and it was very smooth to the touch, so it was like a having a little massage as you walked through the scattered umbrellas that were closed for the night and the dozens lounge chairs in which you had come earlier to doze off. The hotel was beautiful at day time, but at this hour it had another feeling, more so with your heart pumping fast at the expectation of what Yoongi had in mind.

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Jealousy Issues (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Jasper Hale x reader where you show off somehow and a boy notices you, and he gets really jealous? Lots of fluff please, Thank u!! (requested)

Word Count: 704

A/N: thanks to the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! Also, my requests with Jasper are blowing up lately, not that I’m complaining tho.

Jasper’s POV (third person)

He knew that you didn’t do it intentionally, you just draw attention to yourself, and it was understandable; no matter from what angle Jasper looked at you, for him you were flawless, your golden eyes shining and sparkling every time you looked at him, your smile was his favorite thing in the entire world, he could stare at you while you smiled all day, let’s say that being a vampire suited you really good.

Even though he knew you wouldn’t do anything to make him feel bad or to harm your relationship he couldn’t help the rage of jealousy that went through his body when he saw you from across the cafeteria while a guy tried to talk to you, at first he was curious, everybody in this school knew that you were a Cullen, that was good enough to keep everyone from talking to you or another member of his family, they also knew that you were his, that you belonged to him.

You are getting possessive, calm down” he thought to himself, he wanted to push that possessiveness that was taking over his body and mind, but it was getting harder, he didn’t want the Major to come out, he was improving so much that he didn’t want to have a relapse and ruined everything.

“Who is that guy talking to (Y/N)?” Emmett’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts but his eyes were glued to you.

“I don’t know, either I care” he spat “I just want him away from her”

Emmett could feel the anger in his brother’s voice so he just returned to what he was doing.

He was starting to feel less jealous when he noticed your discomfort and how hard you were trying to get away from him, but fury replaced his jealousy in a second, especially when he saw the guy trying to touch you; that’s when he decided that he had enough.

He stood up from the chair he was on harshly, and walked over where you were, once he reached you he placed an arm around your waist and brought you closer to his body, he could see how the guy’s eyes went wide once he saw him and he began to stutter.

“We have to go, now” Jasper’s voice sounded way harsher than he intended to, but it seemed to work because the guy mumbled a quick ‘goodbye’ and stormed off.

 (Y/N)’s POV

After the little encounter that I had with a guy that just wanted to talk to me and Jasper acting all possessive over me I just continued with my school day, of course, he was at my side all day.

Once we got to the house I went to mine and Jasper’s room, he trailing behind me but stopped once we got there, seeing that my face wasn’t the nicest one.

“You need to back off, Jasper” I started “that poor guy just wanted to talk to me, now I’m pretty sure you scared him for life”

He grinned and I started to get angrier.

“Then it worked, he shouldn’t be talking to you, much less touch you” he tilted his head and smiled at me, my anger was starting to fade away and I knew that it was because of him.

“Stop doing that!” I covered my face with my hands and sighed “Let me be angry to you, goddammit!”

In a second I felt a pair of hands on my waist, he brought me closer to his body and I put my hands on his shoulder, I looked at him, he was staring at me and I could see the love in his eyes.

“I just don’t want anyone taking you away from me” he whispered and leaned closer to connect our foreheads together.

I sighed “No one is going to take me from you, Jas” I closed my eyes, starting to feel more relaxed, of course, he was doing that. “I already told you, I’m by your side forever, literally”  

He chuckled and I felt his lips brushing against mine, making me smile.

“Good then, ‘cause I need you by my side” He quickly connected our lips together in a loving kiss.

bambamsblackwife  asked:

um idk how to do this but u mentioned violas in that yoongi classical!au n no one ever pays attention to us so thank u sm idk man i just appreciate it um do u have a prince bambam au or could u do one for me? i love ur blog a lot ( im talking too much sorry have a gr9 day)

no problem!! and thank you!! here’s a prince!bambam for you~

  • is a public prince,,,,a prince,,,,,,for the people,,,,definitely has no fear when it comes to going out in public and you know,,,,just Being,,,,,,
  • because let’s not lie to ourselves looking at prince bambam is like looking at art,,,,,he’s just so,,,,,,,,,,beautiful
  • comes out in an outfit that gets talked about for weeks on end until literally every socialite in his country owns the same outfit because yes our prince Did That he Wore That so i need to wear it too,,,
  • donates all his money to the arts: theater, museums, concert halls, etc. but,,,,,when he donates he makes it a rule that those places must let students in for free because to him there’s nothing more important than kids getting to explore their creative talents!!!
  • and even though he tries to play it cool and stylish,,,in his expensive suits,,,,,dark eye makeup,,,,,and literal catwalk on the streets like,,,,,,he’s a big soft guy on the inside
  • literally grabbed the mic at a royal press conference to drag prince jb who was visiting from another country and ,,,,, true he literally put his life on the line because if this wasn’t being filmed jb would have hoped the table and came @ him 
  • but it was such a funny drag that the entire country was in uproar about it the next day and ,,,,,, like for every good picture of bambam in the newspapers and whatnot,,,,,,,his public instagram is full of his own customized memes
  • his mother, the queen is like please bambam think of your image and his royal siblings are like baMBAM but he’s like “it makes my people laugh, and whatever brings them joy brings me joy”
  • and you happen to be an art history major with an internship at the biggest museum in the country and,,,,,,,you really just get to spend the day cataloging pieces
  • but on the day the prince is to come and get a private tour,,,,instead of having it lead by the head of the museum bambam asks that a student take him around
  • and that student is YOU GUESSED IT IT’S Y O U 
  • and when they tell you you almost faint on the spot but coworker taemin catches you and you’re like asdfkjsfk a tour,,,,for the p R IN CE 
  • and you can’t believe it but an hour later it’s just you and prince bambam in this big hall full of full scale portraits from the middle evil century and you’re like sweating palms, sweating forehead, voice stammering
  • and when you finally dare to look up at the prince,,,,,,literally you think you’ve seen an angel
  • because he looks EXTRA handsome,,,,the collared shirt slightly unbuttoned, long legs, full lips, contact lenses that make his eyes a shimmering green and you’re just: it’s too much
  • you think you might overheat and you keep dabbing at your face with your sleeve until bambam is like 
  • “look at me again” and you flick your eyes up to see him standing in front of a large painting of a king leaning against a pillar and you’re like?? and bambam suddenly pretends to lean and he’s like “don’t we look alike?”
  • and you’re like,,,,speechless,,,,,because,,,,,,,is the prince trying to joke around nOW of all times
  • and you’re like ummmmmm,,,,,y,,,yes??? you’re both royality-
  • but bambam makes a pouting face and he’s like nO! i mean isn’t it funny?
  • and he goes to the next painting and imitates it, this time a goddess on the verge of fainting near a fountain
  • and you can’t hold back a giggle because his expression on his face matches her’s perfectly but the minute it comes out you put your hand over your mouth
  • and you’re like im sorry!!! i didn’t mean to laugh-
  • but bambam walks over to carefully remove your hand from your mouth and he leans in closer to be at eye level and he’s like “no, i wanted to see you smile. you looked really nervous and plus, i was right.”
  • and he leans back up to walk down the hall and you’re like ?????????? wait what ???? what were you right about-
  • and bambam with his hands behind his back stops walking and turns to look at you with a grin and he’s like 
  • “that your even more charming when you smile~ i think you’re making me fall for you~”
  • and your jaw almost hits the floor as bambam continues down the hall and you’re like trying to gather your thoughts???? because ????? your prince just flirted with you????? openly??????
  • and you must have phased out because you hear bambam’s voice and he’s like “aren’t you going to come over here and tell me about this painting, love?” and you’re like L O V E??????!?!!??!?! but also you’re rushing over to say something
  • but bambam is like “you don’t have to actually say anything, i just wanted you to be closer to me~” and you’re like aGAIN PLEASE PRINCE YOU’rE GOING TO GIVE Me a HEA R T A TT A CK  

lovesbiggerthanpride  asked:

Hi there! My birthday is on April 5th. If anyone has time, I would love to get a drabble. Maybe "friends finally taking a chance on each other" with a little bit of smut. Thank you! Y'all do great work!

Originally posted by mono-n-o-aware

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays! To help celebrate, the lovely @ally147writes has crafted this amazing slice of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!


rated M


AN: Happy Birthday to the prompter! I hope you like this 26k word behemoth. I am both sorry and not sorry at all for the length of this story, which is decidedly not drabble length. (To think I had plans to add more…) In my defence, ‘Friends to Lovers’ is a really loaded prompt.


This is written in Australian English and unbeta’d, the former because that’s what I’m used to, and the latter because I couldn’t find a willing American to help me in time.

Rated M for swears, mentions of canon-typical abuse, and sexy-times I’ve managed to keep relatively non-explicit ;)


“And I was crazy like the moon for you
And head over my heels for you
And never would I change or compromise”
‘Selected Poems’ – The Gaslight Anthem

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Age 5

Peeta’s putting the finishing touches on a crayon drawing of a dandelion when he sees her for the first time.

It’s the middle of the year, so they don’t get many new kids starting. Peeta’s not the only one watching, curious. She just reaches her dad’s waist, her hair hanging down her back in two glossy black braids, red plaid dress coming down past her knees. She looks out over the classroom with her wide, grey eyes and clutches her daddy’s hand while he talks to Mr. Cinna.

She’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.


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anonymous asked:

'I really need you'

He is no stranger to the leaving, he has heard all the conventional goodbyes, he is distant and reserved from the ones that have walked out when the going got too tough.  
He was never the type to verbally express the way he feels, or what is rattling around that the brain of his. He tends to keep to himself, making it remarkably challenging to know when something is wrong or when he is just genuinely being withdrawn and reserved while jotting down lyrics in his journal.

You do your best to check up on him whilst he is away on tour, continuously managing to catch him when he is alone in his hotel room where he is free to talk, doing your best to listen to every single story he tells you, no matter how uninteresting they may seem. You listen over the phone to all the ups and downs he endures- the things he conceals from the prying media and fans that are ecstatic to have him touring for his new album. Nobody but you and his family gets to see the opposite side of him that the fans witness. He isn’t always satisfied and grinning, there are times he is down, confused, and craving the tender touch of your hand on his back, the loving and heartwarming hug of his mother, and the witty comments of his family.

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Unpretty - A Yoongi scenario

In which she’s feeling insecure about her body

Word count: 1k+

As requested by anon 🌟

Originally posted by jjks

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I stare at the clothes scattered on the ground, and everything I would like to wear is in the next laundry batch. All there is left are a bunch of tight t-shirt and other pieces of clothing that barely fit. There’s a knock on the door. Min Yoongi’s voice reaches my ears, muffled by the wall between us.

“Are you done? It’s been 15 minutes, Jagiya.”

“Y-yeah! Just give me five more.”

“…Alright…”

Fuck.

I sit down against my bed, eyes tight. How could I forget our date? We’ve been seeing each other for almost two months now, and I think I might already be in love… He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy. No, he’s more than that. He’s just… He’s utterly perfect.

…and there’s me. For one, I forgot our date because I was studying until late, yesterday. Not only that, I have nothing proper to wear. I glance at the revealing clothes littering the floor, and I  feel my throat tighten. No way I can wear that. Not in public… Not in front of him.

“Jayiga,” Yoongi says. “Why are you taking so long?”

I hesitate. I can’t tell him I forgot our date, and that I’m not ready at all.

“I… I’m just doing a bit of cleaning. I don’t want you to see the mess that is my place.”

“Are you serious?” he asks, and I cringe at how stupid my excuse came out. “Just come out already, I don’t care about the state of your bedroom.”

“I’ll be out in a minute. I swear!”

I hear him sigh with exasperation, and my face wraps with anguish. I hastily put a random shirt on, accompanied by a pair of skinny jeans. I catch my reflection in the mirror.

Oh my god.

You can see all my curves, from my chest to my belly.

I’m so fat.

My thighs look awful.

What the hell is wrong with-

“Jayiga!” Yoongi calls out with impatience.

“Coming!” I say hoarsely, and I open the door, gulping with difficulty.

He’s handsome, as always, even with his forehead all drawn together. His face relaxes as he eyes me from head to toe, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I don’t allow him time to comment.

“Let’s go,” I say, taking his hand after closing the door.

He blinks, but interlaces his fingers with mine and follows my lead. We fall into a strange silence.

I wish I had lied and told him I was too sick to go out.

I’m fat.

I don’t deserve him.

People will say he could do better.

I wish I was prettier.

I’m so, so fat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I wish I had a flat stomach.

He’s so handsome, and interesting, and I’m nothing.

Why am I like this?

As we walk towards the restaurant where he wanted to eat at, it seems like every single person we pass by is staring at me. I try to ignore it, but already I can feel my insides lurching up. I fix my eyes on the ground. Suddenly, Yoongi pulls me close to him, his arm encircling my hips. I almost flinch away, as his fingers fall on my love handles, but I think better of it. I can’t have him thinking I dislike his touch.

We’re almost there when he leans in to my hair.

“Let’s go back to your place,” he whispers.

“What?” I let out.

We stop moving.

“Let’s go back.”

“Why?”

I’m not good enough.

You finally realized it.

“I don’t like the way people are looking at you,” he explains.

It’s because I look like this.

Because I’m so… me.

It’s because they wonder how a guy like you could end up with me.

“Oh,” I breathe.

It’s over.

Ah…

I’m lucky you even looked at me in the first place.

He gives my hand a squeeze. “Let’s go, Jagiya.”

“Okay…” I say quietly, and I follow him as we navigate back home.

He doesn’t add anything, and I feel a tingling sensation behind my eyes. I’m in a daze, and the walk back is a blur. We’re in front of my door before I know it.

“Can I come in?” he inquires as I avoid his eyes.

“Sure,” I respond automatically.

It’s over.

“Your outfit…” he says when we’re in my room.

“I’m sorry,” I answer softly, and I try to blink my tears away.

“What..? Wh-why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” I repeat in a brittle voice.

He takes a step towards me, his stare intent, but I keep my head down. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”

“Me!” I blurt out. “I’m wrong! Everything about me is wrong! I- I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

“Sorry?” he asks, confused. “What?”

I finally look up at him. “You’re ashamed of me! That’s why you brought me back here!”

Ashamed?” he slowly says, voice low. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No!” I exclaim, frowning. “Why else would you mind people looking at me?”

“Because you’re drop-dead gorgeous! I don’t want a bunch of strangers to check you out!”

“Wh-what?”

We fall silent for a moment.

“Your outfit…” he says, putting a hand on my burning cheek. “It’s showing the entire world how beautiful you are. I just…” He pauses, leaning in closer. “I want to keep you all to myself,” he murmurs against my lips.

He doesn’t let me answer. He kisses me with tenderness. It soft and sweet, and it tastes of my tears. His tongue makes me forget everything as he becomes more passionate, pulling me closer and closer. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my ear, and his warm breath makes a shiver go down my spine. “So fucking beautiful.”

In the depth of his voice, in the way he gazes into my eyes as he takes off my shirt, in the way he touches me…

I know he thinks it.

And for a little while, I feel like the prettiest girl on Earth.



A/N: I’m slowly getting back to my requests. It’s been a while -sighs- I’m sorry I’m taking so long… I just need some time ^^

Goodbye Kisses

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 3.5 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 (final)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: He was scared…he was scared of losing you over one stupid kiss

Word Count: 2958

Warning: cursing

Originally posted by seokjohn

The sunlight along the horizon was wearing thin marking the beginning of dusk. It wasn’t that late into the night, but you had insisted for the boys to go home and get some needed rest. They did have promotions starting tomorrow, and you didn’t want them to be all tired out staying late at your house warming party. 

“Wah, noona. Thanks for having us.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks.

You pat his back as he and the other boys stand at your door ready to leave, “It’s no problem, Joon. You guys are welcome over any time now that I got a bigger place.”

“I mean, I guess Jin-hyung is free to come over whenever he likes am I right?” Hoseok joked, poking Jin teasingly, “Hmm, I wonder if we should leave without Jin-hyung. Let the two love birds break in the apartment, what do ya think?”

Jin and you stand there, awkward with heat rushing to both your faces. Jungkook could sense the discomfort Hoseok’s joke was causing you,

“C’mon, hyung. Quit joking around.”

Hoseok looked at Jungkook with his trademark ‘nope’ face, “What? I was just kidding.” 

“Anyways, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. Plus we got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” Yoongi butt in. Namjoon agreed with him and began to shoo the other members out of the house. Jin was the last to file out of your newly bought apartment, but before he could step out the door you pull his arm,

“Wait, Jinnie. I think you forgot something.” Jin was wide-eyed with confusion. He looked around and in his bag, but he was still confused,

“I think I have everything, jagi-ah.” 

“Oh really?” You smile and stand on your toes leaning so that your lips could collide with his. However, Jin, in a small panic, takes a step back just as you were about to kiss him. You blinked rapidly, obviously consumed with disappointed at his reluctance to give you a goodbye kiss. 

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anonymous asked:

I saw this headcannon and was really hoping you'd write a fic? simon gets hit with a curse that makes everyone fall in love with him except for jace, simon thinks its because jace’s disregard for him is so strong not even MAGIC can effect it but really its because jace’s regular life involves him keeping his feelings for simon under control so this is just another day for him.

based off of @neonlightwood‘s hc!! thank you anon for taking my waffling desire to write one of those ideas and pretty much motivating me to DO IT

love by any other name || jace/simon, 4k+, love spell au || read on ao3

“I see Jace wasn’t hit.” Magnus says, his tone light even as he waves a hand and freezes Clary in mid-lunge towards Simon. He waves a hand over Alec and Izzy and they become similarly frozen; Simon nearly cries in relief.

“Yeah, no.” Jace says, curiously moving to poke at Alec’s outstretched, still hand, and then pouting as Simon slaps his hand away. “It hit me too, but since I - “ He freezes mid-pout, his eyes going comically wide, and then he turns away, facing Magnus and running a hand through his hair. “I just wasn’t affected.” He finishes, his voice curiously blank.

What? How could Jace not have been affected if he was directly hit by it? It’s a love spell, it should automatically make everyone fall in love with Simon, unless -


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7 reasons I know I love you
  1. Sometimes I just want you closer somehow. We could be as close as humanly possible and I’d still want you closer.
  2. You randomly called me in the middle of the night just to tell me you love me and want to spend the rest of your life with me.
  3. When we’re in the car and you softly kiss the back of my hand. That fleeting moment shows me just how gentle you can be.
  4. I love seeing you after being apart for awhile. The way you look at me, touch me, kiss me. I can’t stop smiling.
  5. You tell me I’m beautiful when I’m feeling anything but. You make me believe it.
  6. When the tears fall from my eyes you’re there to wipe them away and tell me everything is going to be alright. You cheer me up by making me laugh.
  7. Occasionally you want me to stay an extra day just to have more time with you. It’s a nice surprise and it makes me happy.
Fascination
Fascination Master list [1/?]

“You usually don’t have guests when I come for a visit,” Lucifer speaks casually, eyeing you between the two men who are nothing but an amusing thorn in his side. They both instinctively take a step forward and closer to each other, blocking you partially from view.

He rolls his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist both boys are flung to opposite sides of the room, held against the wall. 

“Shit-”

“Lucifer I swear to Go-”

“Relax,” He takes a step forward and you instinctively take one back. And though your heart is beginning to pound in your chest because your body knows it is in danger, but you can’t bring yourself to care - the apathetic expression on your face doesn’t change. “I just want a closer look, she’s different from you boys.”

“Different how?” Dean grunts out, attempting to pry himself off the wall but knowing it’s useless. 

“She’s like you Sammy,” Lucifer tosses out the nickname to his vessel, giving him a glance as he stops in front of you, one hand reaching out to tilt your head up. You swallow apprehensively, the adrenaline is rushing through your system and you know it’s a fight or flight response, but you don’t care. “Except where all your anger comes from is different. You want to save people, save your family, save the world. That frustration that you can’t, that it doesn’t end and that you can’t live a normal happy life.” He looks at Sam as he says this then tilts his head down to look at you, tugging at your bottom lip.

“But her? Wherever did you find her?” He presses his fingers against the edges of your lips, forcing a smile to reflect his. “You still loved your family, Sam. Still loved your dad despite the arguments and being unable to see eye to eye. You’d take a bullet for him.”

He doesn’t look away from your eyes, and something prevents you from looking away from his. 

“[Name]-” Dean warns but he’s pressed harder against the wall and his warning ends in a grunt.

“But her? She’ll gladly be on the other end, pulling that trigger to end their lives.”

Your lips twitch from his fingers, pulling down into a frown as you furrow your eyebrows. The edging guilt and anxiety coming forth but the little voice in the back of your head, angry and viscous drowns it out. 

“Thou shall honor thy mother and father.” He says and there’s a twitch of a snarl on your lips that absolutely delights him. 

“But you’d rather kill them, wouldn’t you? You’ve got such a darkness festering inside of you it’s making me a bit giddy. I didn’t think you creatures were capable of it.. I mean some of you slaughter and kill.. but you, you my dear, are so very peculiar.” 

“Why?”

You finally ask, your voice is quiet and he tilts his head as he studies you.

“That little voice in the back of your head, all that built up anger at the world, at the people around you and your family. If you had the power you’d take them all into your hands and crush them.” He’s smiling, “I like that about you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.” 

“Leave [Name] alone.” Sam warns, glaring at Lucifer who looks over at him only for a moment before focusing his attention back onto you.

“But she’s so fascinating and you haven’t told me where you found her..”

“In the city of fuck you and the corner of none of your business.” Dean bites out angrily, and with a flick of Lucifer’s wrist Dean’s lips snapped shut, unable to open them.

“That’s not nice, Dean.” He throws an bemused glance toward the elder Winchester and suddenly there’s pain spreading throughout your chest. A gasp escaping your lips but the hand pressing into your chest and grasping your soul keeps you from stumbling backward or falling over.

“[Name]!” Sam shouts, horrified as he stares at Lucifer’s hand encasing your chest, the glow of your soul spilling from the hole he’s made.

It’s agonizing and even when he removes his hand from your chest, the hole no longer apparent and your soul still intact, every nerve feels on fire. 

“You trust the Winchesters about as far as you can throw them. Do you trust anyone? In fact.. I wonder why your soul is so different from others?” He leans in to your hunched form that’s clutching at the ache in your chest.

“Different?”

“Lacking.”

You tilt your head up at him, not understanding.

“You’re missing a piece dear, the puzzle was never fully put together before it was put inside you. Ever wonder why it’s so difficult to care for things? Your body runs on the basic human instinct, but you, you don’t feel it, do you?” You bite down on the inside of your cheek, glaring up at him as the angry voice in the back of your head screams. 

He tilts his head and smiles, “Well, that’s something. You feel, but so very little. The biggest emotions you can bring yourself is that little angry voice constantly screaming in your head. What is it like? To lack the capacity that your peers have? To be unable to understand the lengths that these two go for each other? Could you do the same?”

You wanted to say yes, but the only reason was a sense of obligation, you owed them. They had saved you from your personal hell as a demon play toy, and took you under their wings, protected you. But could you say you cared for them, like family? Loved them?

What did that even feel like?

He waves his hand in a lazy manner and both the Winchester collapse onto the floor in an exhausted heap. 

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” His finger flicks the tip of your nose and in an instant he’s gone. Leaving two confused boys, with so many questions that you didn’t have answers to.

“I’m missing a piece?” Your hands clutch your chest. 


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Poe Dameron x Reader

Title: On Falling and Flying / AO3
Length: 7k
Rating: T for language
Summary: Pilot Reader has been transferred to D'Qar with high praise from General Organa for her flight skills. And Poe is eager to get her to prove it. But she tries her best to ignore his teasing, certain that he’s only jealous. She has no interest in taking away his precious title as best pilot in the Resistance. But when Reader crashes and almost gets herself killed, she glimpses a side of Poe she hasn’t seen before and she realizes she was wrong about him all along.
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Mr. Wolf

Summary: Could you write a Reader x Derek Hale where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Derek stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Derek she’s his mate and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Sebastian(Jinxy)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1895

Request: Anon

AN: This is really looooong. I’m surprised I wrote something this long… Hope this is kinda what you wanted. 

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Everything you’ve been missing.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Pairing :Lucifeer x Reader
Word count :
515
Author :
Mel
Warning :
Talk of suicide
A/N :
Written for @bigdaddymongoose




Closing your eyes, you stood still as the wind whipped your hair around. You took a deep breath letting the cool night air fill your lungs before wiping a tear from your cheek.

“Would you really do it?”

You jumped and turned towards the voice, and met icy cold blue eyes. No one but you had been on the bridge. “Who-”

“Would you really do it?” He asked again.

You looked down, then turned your back to him, looking back out over the water again. “I don’t know. I just want it to stop.”

“What?” He slowly stepped closer. “What do you want to stop?”

“Feeling like this. Like I’m not good enough, not even for my husband.”

“Then leave.”

You shook your head and let out a sad chuckle. “Gee, why didn’t I think of that? Where would I go? I have nothing else. Just him, he’d keep everything, house, kids, all of it. I’m nothing with him, and nothing without him.” You sighed. “Maybe I should do it..”

“No.” You turned to him as he took the last step to stand next to you and leaned on the railing. “You’ll just hurt yourself, though maybe the icy cold water will drown you, but it’s no guarantee.” He shrugged.

“So you’re the expert?”

He turned and gave you a soft smile and shrugged. “Something like that. Why not try something higher?” He snapped his fingers and you found yourself at the top of a massive cliff nothing between you and the drop. You gasped and stepped back. “No, you’re right.. That will hurt like a bitch before something finally kills you. And again, it’s not a guarantee, you could survive it.. Hmm.” He stroked his chin as he thought.

Snapping his fingers again, you were on a plane. “We could always just crash this.” He shrugged like it was nothing.

No one seemed to notice the two of you just appearing out of nowhere. “Am I hallucinating..?” You wondered to yourself looking around.

“Or this.” He snapped his fingers, and you were in a car in the middle of a high speed chase on a highway. “People die in car crashes all the time.” You grabbed hold of his arm, fear in your eyes.

Snapping his fingers again, you were in a quiet, and comfortable looking room with a large plush bed. “There’s always pills and booze. You’ll see some crazy shit before you go.” He smiled. “Or, I could make it quick and painless for you.”

“W-who are you?”

“You’d know me as Satan. But I’m an angel like the rest. People sometimes forget that. I can answer prayers too.”

You slowly backed away. “W-why mine?”

“You cried the loudest.” He cocked his head to the side a bit. “So, would you really do it?” Snapping his fingers, you were back on the bridge where you had met him. You shook your head. He smiled again. “Then, how about I answer your prayer. How about I take you away from here, and show you everything you’ve been missing.” He held out his hand.



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anonymous asked:

God I love this account, I just scrolled and scrolled 😂❤ But if you're not busy can you do scenario where Keith heard his s/o sing first time?

i think i’ve done a lance one for this type of request(?) also the song i used is Roxanne by Chase Atlantic1!!1
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it was 2am in the morning and keith couldn’t sleep. he’d been tossing and turning every few seconds, he was planning to get up and head to the training deck. He got up and slid his shoes on and grabbed his bayard. As he made his way towards the deck his ears perked up.

“tell me your name, i don’t ever want to let you down”

the voice was beautiful, it rang like church bells as it echoed through the halls. the voice was oddly familiar but he couldn’t catch who it was in his mind. Keith cancelled the plan to train and followed the voice.

“i just want to kiss your lips in the rain, and i’ll pull you closer if you start to drown”

his walked quietly to towards the voice, his heart beating through his chest. he found it so breathtaking.
“is it even possible to fall in love with someones voice?” he silently thought.

“then my hand meets your thigh, with that look in your eyes i can’t even forget” it kept singing.

The voice lead keith to (y/n)’s room. he stood in front of the door blushing wildly, oh god, he didn’t know that they could sing so beautifully, it made him feel al warm and fuzzy inside. He debated wether or not he should knock on their door or leave them be. but as (y/n) kept singing keith couldn’t help but want to stay and listen. He opened the door quietly and gazed adoring at them, leaning against the doorframe.

“but now i’m falling deep within your eyes like cocaine and oh- keith!”
(y/n) smiled shyly at him, her cheeks slightly pink.
“no please don’t stop, i uh like it” he shrugged, blushing.
“you should sing in front of me more often”
“really?” (y/n) asked, her eyes wide from joy.
“of course, but maybe not this early in the morning” he chuckled.
“i guess so” they laughed airily.
(y/n) yawned and fluttered her eyes shut.
“you should get some rest doll”
he walked over to them and planted a kiss on their forehead before carrying them and placing them gently on their bed.
“can you stay?” (y/n) asked softly, their eyes peeking through their lashes. keith nodded silently before joining (y/n) in bed, his arms wrapping around their figure.
“night (y/n)” he yawned, pulling them closer to his chest.
“night keithy”

Scripted Kisses

Anon: Hi! So I was wondering if you could do a imagine w/ jaehyun where he gets jealous that you have to do a kiss scene in your new drama and he ignores you until… idk I’m bad at this lmao , but yeah please and thank you

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Jealousy

Pairing; Jaehyun x Reader

POV: First Person


A rush of panic filled my veins as I saw him looking at me dumbfounded. He nodded slightly and looked away, jawline terse and face placid. Jaehyun was always full of mischief and happiness. He was a package filled with endless love and support especially with me. But now that he’s heard about my new role, he’s different. The cheery atmosphere we enjoyed a couple of minutes ago dissolved into a heavy silence. 

 I was casted to play the main character of a new drama. A female lead who has a keen interest in her boss and then they share some steamy scenes with kisses and whatnot. Jaehyun looked out the window definitely bothered by the whole situation. “Jaehyun, I know that it doesn’t seem right to you but this means so much to me.” I tried to ease the tension. He turned his head and stared right into my eyes. The kind eyes of a gorgeous boy that relaxed me before were now carrying an intimidating gaze. I wanted to look away but dared not to. Eyes can speak a million words. 

 "It means a lot to you because you finally get to attach your lips to someone else’s?“ His words were like a dozen knives attacking me at the same time. 

 "No because then I’ll be offered more roles if this becomes a successful drama. This is such a huge step in my career, you should at least try to support it.” I was hurt that he was acting this way. He should’ve hugged me and told me I would do great. But instead he sat like a statue with his pile of ice cream melting in the curved glass. 

 "If it becomes successful.“ My mouth was left hanging open at his comment. Jealousy was one thing but now he was crossing his line. "We should go, I have to practice anyway,” he said standing up and putting on his jacket. I sighed knowing I’ll have to put up with his attitude. Jaehyun was the worst person when he’s annoyed. 

 I walked home alone, my throat heavy and eyes sore from holding back tears. He always walked me home. Always. My apartment was dark, the only light coming from the windows. The silence was deafening as I was left alone with my thoughts. What if he breaks up with me? I asked myself, overthinking about the role. Is this really worth ending our relationship? I put down my purse and decided to leave the lights off. It was more comforting that way. The blank TV screen stared right back at me, my distorted reflection visible. I picked up my phone hoping he would text me but it was quiet as a desert. Nothing at all. Not even a text asking me if I got home safe. Night creeped up slowly, city lights twinkling discreetly as the sky changed colours. I stared at the window, conflicted about my choices and Jaehyun’s attitude. 

 The next morning was a struggle. I had been up all night expecting a call from him. No goodnight messages or calls and not even a good morning text. The only notifications that showed up were of my friends and family who were wishing me luck on my first day. I just couldn’t get Jaehyun’s agitated face from the day before out of my head. And how quickly it modulated when I broke my good news to him. All day through work, memorising lines and practicing scenes I thought about him. By the time they finished with my makeup and clothes I missed him. And when we stopped shooting for the day I picked up my bag and ran straight to his dorm, hoping he’d want to see me. 

 I could hear Taeyong’s voice behind the large wooden door. The gallery was brightly lit but devoid of any humane presence. I knocked on the door, sucking in a deep breath. Jaehyun opened the door, hair messy and eyes tired. He wore a loose white T-Shirt and grey sweatpants. I wanted to hug him and inhale his musky scent but instead I stood in front of him and faked a smile. “Hi,” I said. He just stared at me and then nodded, closing the door just slightly. I waited outside for him until he appeared again, wearing his trainers and jacket. 

 "What’re you doing here?“ He asked. Thin streaks of tears ran down my cheeks. He seemed so distant, as if we are nothing. 

 "I just wanted to see you.” I said, trying to hold in my tears but they continued to flow out my eyes. He sighed deeply, looking at the ground. “I just-” I started and then dried away my tears, regaining my confidence. “I was happy yesterday Jaehyun. I’m finally doing something I love, something I wanted to do for a long time. This is my dream. And I expected for you to at least support it.” His face did not change. It was as if I wasn’t even there. Anger boiled through me as the new tears slid over the dried ones. “This is all I get? I spent the whole day worrying about you, about us. Not a second has passed by today that I didn’t think of you. I killed my pride and came all the way here just to see you." 

 He finally looked up, a glint of remorse shining in his eyes. I turned to walk away but he held my arm, with force at first but then loosened his grip. "I’m sorry.” He blurted. I turned around and looked at him, surprised. For some reason I didn’t expect him to apologise. “I should’ve supported you but I didn’t like the fact that you were going to share something with a stranger thats mine.” He stopped for a second and walked closer to me. “I just didn’t want you kissing someone else." 

 "Do you really think a kiss determines a relationship? Its more than that Jaehyun. We are so much more than a small scripted kiss.” He nodded and pulled me into a hug. I held onto his jacket. 

 "I’m so sorry for being such a dick.“ He whispered. I heard someone whistle behind us and as we turned around, we saw Haechan smirking at us. "Go to hell Donghyuck,” Jaehyun yelled as he snapped another picture of us and sticking out his tongue. We both laughed and then stared into each other eyes. We were so much more than scripted kisses.