i live for moments like these where they bag out other members so playfully


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Summary: Bucky can’t quite control himself when it comes to you, and he’s not about to change that.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N:  i’m disgusting dude :/

WARNINGS: 18+!, dirty talk, masturbation, gagging, spanking, SLIGHT voyeurism, in general it’s nasty and i’m sorry. also! no condom is used in this but that don’t mean you can go around shoving ya dix and fajitas and whatnot anywhere ya want without protection. keep it safe.

Wordcount: 5,400 (no self control? i think so.)

Bucky Barnes was the kind of man to keep things bottled up. He was the kind of man that clutched his fists tight, kept his mouth shut, and dealt with things in his own time. More often than not, his methods of coping with situations gone wrong usually remained orthodox and controlled. He would sit and write until his mind could write no more and it was easier to breathe. Until he could face his team, face you, and function properly.

You were never an easy team member. Stubborn, scrappy in principles and always looking to give him a wild rush. He could almost say he hated working with you. He hated how you were always questioning orders, even if you often had a point, and how he could never concentrate with you around. Bucky Barnes hated the way you made him feel.

Like he wanted to grab a hold of your hair and smash his lips to yours. Like he couldn’t wait to tell you just how crazy you really drove him.

So it was hard, living with you. Often times, he scorned himself for choosing to reside in your second bedroom rather than in Steve’s apartment. He had been given a choice, and Bucky just couldn’t shut down your offer. He wanted to be closer to you, he wanted the rush in his veins when he was around you. It was different from the Avengers compound. There, he wasn’t alone with you. The team was there.

But here…here, he had you to himself.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a fluff/smut w/ Vernon where he's really stressed out so you come by their dorm & make food for all the boys but while you're all eating he realizes you're wearing lingerie under your clothes and gets impatient so he excuses himself to have his way with you. Thanks!!

I decided to join this with a request where you surprise Vernon with lingerie, since I thought they were quite similar and fit together well! Hope you like the outcome 💓

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Vernon had been stressed for quite a while - you could barely even remember how he was when he wasn’t perpetually tense and tired - and you had, for the longest time, tried to figure out how to help him relax, or at the very least blow off some steam. On occasion you had succeeded, too, with relaxing bubble baths, movie nights where you made sure all he focused on was the movie and you, and so many other things.

You had taken note that a blowjob or a good session where he could ram into you as hard as he felt like, however, seemed to have the best and most long-lasting effects, followed by good meals enjoyed in good company.

And so you figured out that with your boyfriend so stressed that he could snap at any given moment under the pressure of his fans’, groupmates’ as well as his own expectations, you might as well combine those two, and decided to go cook for the boys of Seventeen with a hidden surprise under your clothes.

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For Bucky *** Part One

Summary: You knew you didn’t have much longer. You had a whole life ahead of you. But you would never get to experience it. He wanted you to live your life to the fullest. You would do that for him. You would do that For Bucky.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader


Word Count: 3038

A/N: This is something that I wanted to do because of a friend who had recently lost a family member at a young age. If you are not comfortable with reading something of a sensitive and extremely touch feel, please do not read!! Let me know if you would like to be tagged.

You were only ten years old when you were diagnosed with your condition. You remember being at school, playing tag with your friends when without a warning, you collapsed to the ground. You remember the sight of your friends running to you, shouting Your name or the name of your teacher as you lay on the gravel. You were shivering, your blood running cold as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

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Helpless [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: @kaijasimagines “Okay so I’ve got an idea for a request 🌈💫 So the reader is playing Elizabeth, and while with everyday he just falls in love with her more and more and more 💕. Because I think we all need more Lin Manuel fluff ✨”

Summary: Your Broadway and love life journey.


Shoutout: @sunshinemiranda for helping me get on the right track. LOVE YOU!

Word Count: 1,918


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Hanbin Scenario: Naggy Boyfriend

Yay! Another scenario! Plot ideas have just been pouring into my mind lately. I’m struggling, trying to write them all down fast before I forget, but I’m such a slow writer because I get so distracted every few minutes LOL and I also run out of words sometimes, so I always have to look at google to have some word variety and to make it more interesting. 

Sigh, why can’t it come more naturally to me? I’m so untalented ugh the struggle.

Anyway, sorry. Here it is! Enjoy this one because I made this longer than my previous scenarios. I also added way more Hanbin dialogues because I noticed that I already wrote a couple scenarios with Hanbin sleeping LOL. Heehees. The likes are much appreciated because they motivate me to write more! :3

It was nearing 1 am, and you finally finished your paper due the next day. You stretched your arms out above your head and scoped the library. There were only a few students cramming left, and you felt comforted by their presence. Thank God you weren’t the only one procrastinating at the last minute. 

You shut off your laptop and started to put away your things in your school bag, then headed for the exit to call it a day. As soon as you opened the front door of the library, the cold air hit you smack in the face, and you shivered into your scarf wrapped multiple times around your neck. 

Summer decided to come in late this year so you silently cursed at the season. You loved the cold, but you were dying for the warmth of the sun to come already. 

Your nose threatened to drip and you sniffed it in before it could escape. The action reminded you of Hanbin who was getting better from a cold, and you wondered how he was doing at the studio.

You pulled out your phone and dialed his number.

To your complete surprise, Hanbin picked up after the first ring. “Jagiya!” He excitedly called you on the other end followed by a cheerful chuckle, making you smile like an idiot in the dark, empty street. Despite the coldness, you felt your cheeks and your heart in your chest warm up from merely hearing his voice and imagining his innocent smile he most likely had on right now.

What is this? You never pick up after the first ring when you’re in the studio.” You replied and giggled into the phone.

He chuckled again then said, “Nice timing, jagi! I was holding my phone in my hand because I was just about to call you, but then you suddenly called.

Why? Did something happen?” 

No, nothing happened.” He paused shortly then continued softly, “I just missed you, that’s all.” The tone of his voice sounded bashful and a blush crept onto your face. You bet that he was blushing on the other end too so that made you laugh.

I missed you too,” You replied, trying to bite back the huge smile wanting to appear on your face. To calm yourself, you started walking in the direction of your apartment. 

He gasped playfully. “Daebak, can we read each other’s minds now? Are we at that stage already?” 

You mirrored his gasp then said, “Hanbin-ah, maybe we are! Shall we celebrate?”  You played along with him and you both giggled at this cheesy exchange. 

Then you heard him sniff on the other end which reminded you of the reason you called. “Oh right! How are feeling? Are you okay?” 

Yeah, I’m okay! Don’t worry about me. My health is at 99.9%. I’ll be better by tomorrow, I promise.

You hummed through the phone, doubtful of his words, and your eyes narrowed at the view in front of you of the empty street and closed up shops. 

Really! Trust me.” He told you, and you gave in with a sigh after a brief moment of silence. “Anyway, what are you doing?” He asked cheerfully, catching him quickly wanting to change the topic but you let it go.

I’m walking home right now. I left the library a few minutes ago after I finished that paper that I told you about.

Huh?” He sounded concerned. “By yourself?

Yup.” The wind blew and you sunk further into your scarf to block the cold hitting your face. 

At this time of night? You’re walking home by yourself? Alone on the street?” His alerted tone shot through the line, and you giggled at your overprotective boyfriend. 

I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You reassured him. There really wasn’t any need to worry since the library was just in the area of Hanbin’s studio and the apartment complex that you both lived in.

What do you mean ‘you’re fine, don’t worry’? Of course I’ll worry! That’s unacceptable.” You heard a rustling noise over the phone and immediately pictured him shaking his head in disapproval. “Hey, do you know how—

You cut him off before he could go into rambling on and on about how the streets are dangerous at night and possible perverts hiding in the shadows, a conversation you had plenty of times when you would give him surprise visits at his studio. “Hanbin, it’s fine! The library is just in our area anyway.” You laughed out loud and the sound echoed on the street. “I’m keeping my eyes out and watching my surroundings closely like you told me.

The line went quiet, then Hanbin asked, “Where are you right now?” His voice went at least 3 octaves deeper as he asked you seriously through the phone. Your heart skipped a beat in its cage at the sudden change. 

Obediently, you answered him timidly, “I’m 5 minutes away from the studio right now.

I’ll wait for you outside the building,” He said curtly then hung up.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest as you stared at the end call screen on your phone. Hanbin would never hang up just like that unless he was in a bad mood. Looks like you were going to be scolded. You couldn’t help the smile from forming on your face.

Hanbin never scolded you as much as he scolded his team mates when they made a mistake in their choreography. He was the soft and caring boyfriend who always treated you gently and who never got angry at you seriously. The complete opposite of the boy you watched on WIN and Mix & Match. Maybe he would nag at you, but it was never at that level with the rest of the iKON members. 

But when he did (so far it was only once) for some reason, that made you feel excited rather than regretful as you should be. You wondered if he would seriously scold you this time as you continued walking.

With anticipation rising within, you approached the studio building that was gradually coming into view. You immediately spotted the tall figure standing in front of the entrance doors with his head down and arms crossed over his chest, dressed in all black. Black hoodie with his snapback under the hood. Black, baggy sweatpants. Black converse shoes.

You cleared your throat quietly to contain your excitement, then gingerly made your way towards him. As soon as you were standing in front of him, his head lifted to meet your eyes with a sullen look on his face.

Annyeong,” You timidly greeted him with a small smile.

He frowned at you then with a warning tone, he started, “Y/n…

Immediately, you straightened up then answered, “Yes?” 

For a moment, you both stared at each other. His eyes narrowed at you and you kept your obedient stance, waiting quietly for the scolding you eagerly awaited.

“Follow me,” He went back into the building and you trailed behind him. He led you into his studio where it was warmer. He faced you again and continued to stare at you with the same look. You watched him with sparkling eyes of anticipation.

To your dismay, the scolding didn’t come. Instead Hanbin sighed in defeat then flicked your forehead, making you cry out in pain. “Look at you,” He said as he breathed out another exasperated sigh. “Why do you look happy rather than being sorry?

You peeked up at him then gave him a cute smile. 

He shook his head. “You are really…” Another sigh.

You giggled then took his hand. “I’m sorry. I really am!” You shook his hand repeatedly.

I really don’t think you are though.” He retorted. “Just now you looked like you were expecting something from me instead. What is it?

It’s nothing!” You firmly told him then let out a nervous laugh. You shifted the conversation back to apologizing. “Anyway, I’m really sorry for worrying you, Hanbin. But seriously though, there’s nothing for you to worry about!

Thankfully he took the bait without any suspicions. You didn’t want him to know how weird you were about wanting be scolded by him. He instantly replied with, “Of course there is something to worry about! The world we live in is dangerous you know, y/n. You could be kidnapped or a pervert could appear out of nowhere and—”

You cut him off again, “Hanbin-ah! Are we going to have this conversation again? We’ve talked about this so many times already.” You whined childishly and shook his arm.

“Yes! Because you don’t listen to me. If you would listen to me, we wouldn’t have to repeat this conversation.”

“Then what should I do then?” You changed your tone, feigning irritation but honestly your were amused because your boyfriend was so naggy. “Stay at home and never come out?” You frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest. 

His demeanor softened and his voice quieted. “No…” His voice trailed off.

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

It’s just...” He paused then sighed, running a hand over his mouth. His eyes looked into yours and said, “I just want you to be safe. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you or to have you experience anything awful. Sometimes I wish that I could stay by your side 24/7, but we both know I can’t.”

A smile grew on your face, and you took a step closer to him. You looked up at him tenderly and placed your palm over his cheek. He held that hand and leaned into it with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath in.

Then what should we do to give you some peace of mind?” You asked him softly. “I can stop going to the library, but I won’t stop myself from walking to your studio to see you.” His eyes opened and you continued, “Because think about it, if I don’t come and see you here, then we won’t be able to see each other at all. Maybe only a couple times a month, but that’s it.

He had a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment, then a look of realization replaced it, acknowledging that it was a fact. “What should we do..” He mumbled then he placed your hands over his neck and encircled his arms around your waist as he leaned on the desk and pulled you closer.

You hummed in thought then a wild thought appeared. You suggested playfully, “Should I go knock at your dorm and grab one of the members in the middle of the night to walk me here? You’re okay with me walking with someone else at least, right?” 

You giggled when he had a look of displease on his face at the thought. “No.” He pronounced firmly and tightened his hold around your waist. “Definitely not.” Naggy and overprotective.

“Then what else can I do? I don’t want you to come and get me, and disrupt your work.”

He looked at the ground, seriously considering what to do, and you watched as the gears in his brain worked, making you smile at the thought of Hanbin seriously taking this “dilemma” into account.

He sighed and shook his head, “I can’t think of anything. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” He met your eyes again and gave you a smile.

After you google it, you mean?” You retorted with a knowing smile.

His childlike smile that never failed to warm you up inside finally appeared, and he timidly nodded. You both laughed then hugged each other.

Let me know what you find.” You said as you leaned back to look at his face.

He replied with an okay then got up from the desk. “I’ll walk you home this time.

Your eyes lit up and you excitedly asked, “You will? What about work though?

It’s fine. I’ll continue tomorrow.” He turned to shut off the computer and grab his things. Once he put everything to place, he led you out the door and turned off the lights. He held your hand, and you both happily walked back to your shared apartment complex.

I can honestly imagine Hanbin being so naggy LOL such a cutie <3

On a side note: this scenario ended up being something else entirely than what I had planned to write. Oh well, I’ll just have to write that one up too. xD

Mark: Pack Threat, 7

One Two Three Four Five Six Epilogue


Trigger Warning: violence and slight torture ahead

The next morning, Taeyong let you sleep in until evening hit.

You both woke up an hour before dinner and as a warm up, created room to spar for a little while. Once you both showered and packed a small bag with dark but comfortable clothing, Miseong knocked on your door, announcing, “Dinner’s served!”

Rushing downstairs, you were greeted by the rest of your pack.

Dinner was eaten quickly, along with a few short stories from the pups about how Yuta drove them around and showed off his hometown. A few minutes after, Taeyong called you into the conference room. Amber and the vampires joined you too as the hunter reviewed the rescue plan.

Everything was confirmed, the plan was set, and you gathered around the living room with the rest of your pack as Taeil, instructed the pups to be prepared for helping him treat injuries when they returned. They looked worried, yet determined to help the pack whenever needed.

Two vans drove around town heading towards the forest. You sat beside Miseong, cuddling her to your side in the back of the van as Mark quietly chatted with Sicheng in the middle and Taeil drove in the front with Doyoung.

When you came upon the forest, you all scrambled out, bringing along the small pack of clothes you brought with you. The vans were parked just a block away, waiting patiently for your return.

A few minutes of just walking into the forest, you and Miseong found a private place to strip and wrap the bag of clothing around your ankles before phasing. When you did, the young pup stood beside you, her snout reaching to just your shoulder, her pelt easily blending with her surroundings. “Ready?” you asked as you nuzzled the top of her head.

She nodded and to your surprise, let out a fierce snarl of anger. “If they touched any part of him I’ll rip their throats out!”

You chuffed in amusement and licked her ears. “That’s my girl.”

Joining the vampires, Amber, and the pack, you surrounded Taeyong and Doyoung, who stood side by side, their pelts contrasting in color: silver and a dappled coat. With a nod of Taeyong’s head the vampires zipped from your view and Amber disappeared without making a sound.

Your alpha turned to face his pack, eyes shining with pride and determination. “We’re just a mile away from Jisung. Yuta will lead us there, but before we do I’d like to say this.” There was a pause in the link before he added, “If we succeed or fail, no matter what, we’ll still have each other. I know we’ve gone through some tough times, and this is just another one.”

A bark of encouragement from Johnny made you chuckle, and for a moment all you could hear through the pack link was laughter.

“Good luck,” Taeyong added. “We can do it, I know we can.”


Everyone bound forward, feeling energy surge through their limbs as the wind brushed their pelts. Your head filled with shouts of determination from the other wolves, and drew your head back slightly to howl at the night, knowing the Moon Goddess was watching over you. The run was a few good miles away, and you enjoyed the stars glistening above you.

Standing just above the underground facility, everyone phased back to human form and untying the little bags from their ankles, threw on the dark clothes they packed with them. There were even bulletproof vests and wrist communicators that Agent Kim handed out for everyone in case you needed to contact them or Amber. Even the adults each carried a small bag of explosives with them.

Why you weren’t ambushing in wolf form was because, even though you were at full strength that way, your claws could be heard clicking on any hard surface your paws would step on, which would completely give you away.

But in order to keep the pack link alive, you were able to “wolf out” as Donghyuck had once jokingly put it. Instead of phasing into full wolf or phase back to human form, you had the ability to stop at a point where your nails and teeth were sharp, eyes glowing gold, and your senses were slightly stronger and faster than the average human.

You wore a pair of black sweats, a T-shirt over a bulletproof vest, grey shoes, and fingerless gloves you all brought along from your training equipment, much like the other wolves had on now. Eyes roaming over your pack, you caught Mark’s gold gaze and maneuvered over to his side, eyes still locked on his. Then feeling a rush of affection with a tinge of anxiety, you pulled him into an embrace, suddenly realizing how real the situation was. “I’m scared,” you confessed, not wanting to break free from the warmth of his body.

“I know,” Mark whispered against your ear, and tightened his grip around your waist. “I’m scared too.”

You weren’t the only ones taking a moment to reassure themselves. Johnny’s arm was thrown around Ten’s shoulders, while Yuta and Hansol playfully pushed one another. Doyoung shared a handshake with Jaehyun, and finally, Sicheng and Kun found comfort in Taeyong’s protective embrace.

A small nudge to your side made you smile, and wiggling out of your mate’s hold, you pulled Miseong against your front, hugging her tightly, knowing she must be the most nervous out of everyone else. Her head lay against your shoulder and you stroked her hair, “We’re so close to him,” you whispered. “Can you feel it?” You felt her nod, and smiled.

“Ready?” Taeyong asked, catching everyone’s attention. “This is it.” He held up a wrist, speaking into the communicator. “Amber, we’re here.”

“Great. Letting you in.”

Suddenly the ground just a few feet ahead opened up, as if a round slab of earth just removed itself, leaving a gaping hole. With Taeyong in the lead, one by one everyone carefully climbed down the ladder that lead underground, enveloping you in total darkness, your glowing eyes leaving little to no light as you carefully made your way down. After a moment, you could see a distant but faint light underneath your feet. Soon enough you could see the other members silhouettes as they quietly stepped onto the ground.

Finally you reached the bottom and felt your feet meet hard concrete. Bare walls surrounded you, like a tunnel that lead to a door just yards away. The youngest of your group appeared and Yuta helped Miseong off the ladder, playfully lifting her up and swinging her onto the ground. You heard her laughter ring through the pack link, making everyone chuckle in amusement.

The hall like way was already lit up, and you quietly surrounded the door to the facility’s entrance. “Amber?” Taeyong muttered.

“It’s open, I’ve taken over the whole security system.” 

You all sighed in relief, the mission was going as planned.

“Wait a minute alpha dog,” there was a pause until the white witch whispered. “The vampires have knocked out the guards, but they’re still fighting, there’s a lot of people here, so be careful.”

“Gomawo,” your leader thanked and turned to face his pack. “I don’t know the conditions we’re about to enter, everyone on full alert.” He silently pushed the door open and you all carefully followed him inside.

There was a long hallway in front of you. The walls were bare, nothing interesting. A pair of guards lay on the ground, obviously dead as you couldn’t hear their pulse. At the end of the hall, Taeyong glanced at his pack. “Doyoung, Johnny, Hansol, Kun, Sicheng, Taeil, and Jaehyun, you’re with me. We’re gonna set a diversion and plant explosives around the area. Ten and Yuta, knock out all the officials. Pups, you wait for Amber’s message.”

Everyone left you three standing in the hall, backs against the wall, impatiently waiting for Amber’s voice.

A loud explosion suddenly shook the facility. Unfamiliar shouts could be heard but were silenced quickly. “Pups, you’re up,” you heard Amber through the communicator. “Good luck.”

“Remember the map?” Mark asked you two and you nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

You all took a left, jogging down the halls of the facility. the place was larger than you expected, but instead of letting that faze you, you focused on your surroundings, noting the rooms you passed, the knocked out guards, and the cameras on the walls. You also took note of the experimentation labs. After a couple minutes, you realized the doors you passed were smaller than the other lab rooms. Each door had a wolf symbol above the locks, and remembered this was where all the pups were being kept.

That’s also when you realized the Miseong had disappeared. “Mark stop!” You both halted and looked around in panic before sighing in relief as you found her pressed against one of the doors.

“Everything okay kids?” Taeyong asked through the pack link, obviously surprised by your outburst.

“We’re fine,” Mark replied.

You both stepped behind her and smiled as you watched Jisung slowly rise from his bed and walk towards the small window on the door, just like his mate had described. He wore what looked like a long hospital gown, and although you didn’t see any bruises or injuries on his body, the pup looked shaken. His eyes turned gold, tips of his fangs pressed against his bottom lip. “You guys came,” he wondered, tone thick with emotion and you watched a couple silent tears run down his cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re here…”

Mark’s eyes softened. “We’ll never abandon you.”

“Stay focused kids,” Taeyong interrupted the moment.

“Jisung, we’re getting the keys be ready to help out,” you rushed and with a nod of his head, you left, hoping the manager’s room wasn’t too far.

Finally you found the office and rushed to open the door.

It was locked.

“Damn it,” You muttered under your breath, hearing Mark growl behind you. “Taeyong, the door’s locked.”

“I’m held up right now but ask Amber, she’ll know what to do.”

You sighed but spoke through the communicator. “The manager’s door is locked.”

“I can see that, I’m sending help.”

Miseong growled, “How long are we gonna have to — ”

“Need some help?” Agent Kim appeared out of nowhere and in a milli-second the door was busted open. “There ya go.”

“Kamsahamnida,” Mark thanked him before the bloodsucker sped off.

You opened every single drawer in the office, quickly getting frustrated as the keys hadn’t appeared yet.

“Found ‘em!” your maknae shouted and she held up a ring of keys and began tugging on them. “They’re labeled too, but they’re stuck in the ring.”

Mark maneuvered to her side and easily broke the metal ring. “Y/N and I only need the torture and test room keys, you get the rest.” He slid off two key and handed them to you, giving the rest back.

You both watched the Miseong speed off in Jisung’s direction before going the opposite way. Quickly you found the isle with multiple lab rooms and quickly surveyed the area. “Which rooms first?” you whispered.

“Test labs.”

They were the first ones before you after all and unlocked the first one, gasping in shock as your gold eyes stared at a large cylinder machine filled with water. A girl wearing the exact same gown as Jisung, probably just a few years older than you, was strapped inside, a mask over her nose and mouth as if it was meant for breathing, but instead, she looked unconscious.

“How do we get her out?”

“You won’t,” a voice said behind you and and loud gunshots made you both instinctively duck.

The bullets hit the cylinder and water crashed over you both, soaking you through your clothes. After the initial shock was over and coming to your senses, you looked up to see a man with a lab coat standing over you both, aiming the gun at your heads.

Your training pushed to the front of your mind and you flipped around, kicking the gun out of his hold and allowed Mark to flip over you, kicking the man straight in the head, knocking him cold.

A gasp from the girl could be heard and you both crouched down, tearing and untangling her from the mask and the straps. “Are you okay?” you asked her as Mark carefully held her up in a sitting position. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

She looked around in confusion before shaking her head. “No, I’m…I’m okay…who,” she paused for a second, looking at you and your mate in confusion. “Who are you?” She sounded incredibly scared, her voice soft and trembling. “You don’t look like the scientists.”

“We’re your rescue party,” Mark muttered and added quickly. “Do you know where the other wolves are being kept?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“Go there and help our pack mates unlock the rest of the rooms, gather everyone with you,“ you ordered. “You’ll be safe with them, I promise.”

She cracked a small grin. “I know how to fight.”

You sent her out after Jisung and Miseong and quickly moved onto the next test and torture rooms. In just a few moments you saw some pretty frightening scenes: there was a boy strapped to a chair with wires attached to his head, another girl was strapped to a table with tubes in her wrists and neck, then among the torture rooms, there was a boy beat up from a pipe, and a girl weakling struggling from wolfsbane in her body. The worst one was the last room you unlocked. You and Mark interrupted a scene where a couple scientists were slowly upping the channels of two electrical chairs with a girl and boy strapped in their seats.

The fight to save them was longer than you hoped. The scientists were armed with guns as you somehow had to turn off the controllers while weaving in and out of their bullets. You both already managed to get nicked more than a handful of times before Mark finally got close enough to slam his hand against the off switch. You watched in horror as the wolves in the chairs fell limp.

Another loud shot rang out and you rolled out of the way, feeling something graze your ear and grimaced as you felt pain a split second later. But you ignored it, the tortured patients were more important and you still needed to get rid of the men with the lab coats.

You joined Mark in the fight right as he pounced on the back of a scientist, biting into the man’s neck and managing to kick the gun away. You dodged the other man’s bullet by rolling into his legs, knocking him off his feet and you quickly stood up, kicking his head and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

You ran towards the wolves, wondering what you should do because moving an injured, not to mention unconscious person was very dangerous. “Amber,” you spoke, knowing the white witch could hear you. “We need some assistance.”

And sure enough, Isuel, the wonderful hunter stood before you in seconds. “Good timing,” she chirped. “I just killed a whole gang of guards with an explosive. What’s up?”

Mark gestured to the patients strapped in the chairs. “We need to quickly untie them, they’ve been electrocuted, so be careful. Also, there’s a tied up boy in room 323 and a girl fighting off wolfsbane in her system in room 324. Get them to safety, please?”

The vampire nodded and in a matter of seconds both patients were quickly whisked out of the room.

“Taeyong, we’ve finished,” you contacted everyone through the pack link.

“We have too,” Miseong sounded in your head. “We’re back in the hallway we came from.”

“Perfect, I’m proud of you kids,” your alpha praised and you and Mark shared a pleased glance and humorously fist bumped in success. “We’re just fighting off these last handful of guards and we’ll rendezvous back at the entrance.”

When everyone returned, Amber opened up another entrance way, this one safer than the other, like a large ramp leading underground than a steep ladder. Agent Kim called in the whole emergency team and soon enough the rescued wolves were put onto stretchers and rolled out of the still secret facility. He promised to launch an investigation on the place after everything was over since all the scientists were put under arrest and taken in for questioning.

Around 4:00 am you all wandered outside and breathed in the fresh forest air. The facility was blown up, the explosives Taeyong and his wolves set destroying every last bit of the place.

While everyone was getting their more major injuries patched up, you took this time to mull over the mission, staring at the darkness leading under the forest soil, wondering if the ugly scenes you had witnessed would ever be forgotten.

“I wonder how many other wolves died in there,” you thought out loud, back in your complete human form. “Just…Goddess,” you chuckled slightly in defeat, mentally exhausted. “If you’re listening, we saw a lot of awful things. Hopefully, you’ll be kind to everyone tonight and won’t give any of your children nightmares.”

Something was carefully thrown over your shoulders. You looked down and smiled, it was a a towel to dry off with. The water from the test room still clung to your clothes.

Arms wrapped around your waist, the heat from your mate’s body warming your still cold skin. “Who are you talking to?” Mark asked, tone light, feeling your sentimental mood.

“The Moon Goddess,” you said, hoping to sound a little more chipper, also trying to psych yourself out too. “I’m hoping she’ll give us peaceful dreams tonight.”

You felt Mark plant a comforting kiss to your forehead and leaned back against him, eyes closing, feeling his mouth trail down the side of your head but stop at the shell of your ear. “You’re bleeding,” he muttered and moved slightly to view your face better. “Where else are you injured?” he asked, arms around your waist loosening.

“Hmm, well, my arms and shoulder definitely took a few scratches,” you stated, checking your arms and sure enough, you could already see the scratches beginning to heal. “They’re closing up already.”

“Mine too,” Mark whispered. “But I think you should have Taeil look at your ear.”

“Really it’s fine.”

“Please at least have him stop the bleeding.”

“It will in a moment, stop freaking out.”

“Yah,” Mark grunted in a reprimanding tone, but you heard the teasing in his voice and stifled your laughter. “I’m trying to keep my mate in one piece because apparently she couldn’t do that during the mission.”

You chuckled, his words making you break out in a grin and turned around to press an appreciative kiss against his mouth, holding it for a few seconds before whispering. “Okay, if it doesn’t stop bleeding in the next minute I’ll have Taeil check it out.”

It stopped bleeding in the next thirty seconds.

As you sat in the van, Doyoung driving about half of you back to Yuta’s old home, you turned around, witnessing the cute scene happening in the back seat. “That’s adorable,” you heard Mark whisper beside you, as he too turned around to watch them.

You knew the two would be inseparable in the next month or so. But everyone understood, knowing both of them had quite a scare in the past couple of weeks, and needed to reassure themselves their other half wouldn’t again just disappear like that. They look so peaceful, you thought, grinning.

Jisung lay across Miseong’s lap, still wearing the hospital gown but she didn’t seem to mind, as she had cuddled herself into his side, holding him tightly. Tiny smiles quirked the corners of their lips through the entire ride home.


Blinks blinks some more I’m done writing this! I’m freaking done writing oh, my, gawd, what even. Okay, wow, now what??? Guess I’ll have to check the poll results huh? Haha wow I can’t believe I’m done! This was so much fun to write! Like so much fun my mind was going crazy!!

Thank you so much…so so so much for all the support you gave me and the encouragement to keep writing. I love you guys so much, you’re part of my motivation to keep writing, which is a lot to say but I’m serious, you all mean so much to me so thank you, I love you all❤💖🎉🎉

Oh don’t worry of course I’m gonna write a epilogue, duh, because we all need actual closure don’t we…or wait….another beginning to a certain wolf’s story. Hehe hope you’re ready for another furry ride!

Movie Night [Jordan Fisher x Reader]

Summary: Jordan and reader have a movie night after she finds out he has never watched ‘Titanic’.

Word count: 1,336

Warnings: none, i guess…….

A/N: my first jordan fic! i’m so happy with how this turned out. i was inspired by this video of him and @gwash4prez‘s idea on the hamwriters chat! i dedicate this to them, mostly because they are the people that share this crazy obsession over jordan with me! i hope y’all like it

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“What?” The desbelief in your face made Jordan laugh out loud. “You have never seen Titanic? How are you even allowed as a member of our society?”

“I never found time to watch it!” He came closer to you and wrapped his arms around your hips, locking you between him and his dressing room vanity. “What do you say we have a movie night tonight and we cross that off my list of things to do before I die?”

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Sterek Ficrecs...

In Some Way, I’m There With You by TroubleIWant [M | 6196 | (temporary) MCD, Angst with a Happy Ending]

Scott slows to a jog as he sees Derek upright and moving, but Stiles keeps running hard. He slides to his knees on the dirt and moss next to Derek and grabs at his shirt.

“Der?” he asks, over-loud and panicky. He’s oblivious to the gore around them, even though he’s kneeling in it. His hands flutter over Derek’s shoulder where the bite is already healing, patting his chest and face like touch is the only thing that will assure him Derek’s truly in one piece. “Derek, are you okay? Talk to me, say something, please.”

Derek’s not sure what to do with all this unexpected attention, and fights the urge to brush the probing hands away. He’s taken worse in fights before, which Stiles must know. Though, he supposes, they’re something different to each other now.

OR – After years of assuming Stiles would never want more than his friendship, Derek is pleasantly surprised to be drawn into an intense relationship with him. Being with Stiles is good, great even. But then why, exactly, does it feel like they’re more distant than ever?

Panthera Leo by msbugz (kpumsy) [WIP | 33160 | 24/? | lion!Stiles | BAMF!Stiles | Drama Form]

Derek thought he’d seen it all but off course, when it came to Stiles, the rules always seemed to bend or stretch or find new ways to confuse everyone.

[Or the one where Stiles gets turned and immediately goes into a full shift… and refuses to let anyone but Derek touch him]

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse [E | 91049 ]

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.

But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he’s not careful, it could get them all killed.

We’ll Weather the Storm by hazelNuts [sterek| T | 2569 | 1/1 | 2015-04-21][High school, Camping, thunderstorm]

anonymous asked,“Punks can get scared of thunder storms too”

When Derek and Stiles get paired up for a school trip, Derek thinks it’s going to be disaster. Because Stiles is mouthy and smart and gorgeous, and that’s exactly Derek’s type.

Room to Breathe, Part 1 and 2 - by SixSpades

Sterek comics, Magic!Stiles

Derek Hale’s Possible Heart by MellytheHun [T | 4301]

An anon sent me a sterek prompt for Laura teasing Derek and Stiles joining in, then somehow sharing their feelings for each other in the mess of things.

A Wolf’s Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous [E | 36091 | Royalty]

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

Heroes By Night by charlesdk [sterek| T | 16,782 | 1/1 | 5 Jul 2016][Superheroes AU]

The street was full of people going to work, as Derek headed for the entrance of the Whittemore building. He wasn’t paying attention to the people around him, despite being a nightly crime fighter. That was his night job. During the day, he didn’t do it.

Not unless he had a bad feeling. Like now.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a pair of eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as a chill ran down his spine. He ignored the man bumping into him and calling him something rude, and instead zoned in on the feeling.

A tight grip around his bag and the coffee cup, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder.

OR Derek is a superhero. So is Stiles. Neither of them know this about each other though.

A Wrinkle in Time by LoveActually_rps [G | 2894 | De aged Derek]

“But Deaton, how do we change him back?”

“I don’t know, Scott.”

“Does this potion contain wolfs bane?”

“A little.”

“What?! But he's… he is… ” Stiles watched as Scott struggled for the correct word, totally freaking out, and gestured at the twitching blanket in Cora’s hold. “… so small,” Scott murmured after a beat.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh. He strained his neck to get a better look at him, his lips curving a little when the two tiny hands peeked out from the edge of the blanket and tried to grab a gleaming stud on Cora’s dress.

“Aha, d’you like it, baby bro?” Cora cooed at the baby, rounding her painted lips for unnecessary cuteness, as if that would work. He might be a baby, but in there, somewhere, he was still Derek Hale for god’s sake.

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lxdybxg-and-chxtnxir  asked:

Are you still doing requests for fanfictions? Do you think we could do bunnyribbit/genyatta and adopted child reader. (Either way) I need the fluffy mama papa stories ❤️

Here ya go! This was actually really cute to write. I don’t know why I love writing for child!reader!!

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Bucky Barnes One Shot

Fake Dating

Fandom: The Avengers

Summary: Bucky is sick of feeling like a ticking time bomb and being under constant surveillance. In an attempt to deter his over-worrying friends he says he’s dating his next door neighbour – you.

Note: A part of a Fake Dating series I’m doing. Read the Bruce Banner version here

Originally posted by bovaria

Bucky really appreciated his friends. He was grateful for all of them and how much they helped him in getting reintroduced into society. The 21st century was a whole new challenge and as much as he loved his friends for trying to assist him, they were beginning to become a challenge themselves. He was starting to hate them.

The members of the Avengers were constantly worried about Bucky. Growing up, Bucky had always been the one who worried about others – specifically, he was the one who worried about Steve and not the other way around. He never had been able to understand Steve when he talked about how much he hated everyone pitying him for the way he looked and lived but now, Bucky understood. To his friends he was a ticking time bomb. He was lucky enough to have moved out of the Avengers base where he was under constant surveillance and into his own apartment in the city. It wasn’t much but it meant that he got to be in on his own.

Every few days Steve would come and visit him. It felt like he was constantly there though considering the amount he texted Bucky – Bucky didn’t mind though.

It was one of the days that Steve came for a visit. The two of them had met up for lunch and Steve was now going over a mission that Bucky would be allowed in on. It wasn’t often that Bucky was allowed to participate in missions due to his background but slowly the Avengers were permitting him to do small jobs on minor cases. Steve had gone over the mission nine times now.

“Steve, I got it.” Bucky cut off the other man before he could go over the mission again.

“I’m just making sure,” Steve was trying to seem casual as he looked around the apartment but Bucky knew he was analysing his living situation, “you sure this is the right place for you? The base has been –,”

“I’m seriously fine,” Bucky had a brief flashback on what Tony had said a few days earlier when he was forced to check in on him, “I… even have a girl that I’m interested in at the moment and I don’t want to go moving right now.”

You could’ve heard a fly fart in that moment. Both of them had fallen silent over what he said – even Bucky couldn’t believe what he’d said. He was experimenting on something that Tony Stark had suggested to him. Tony. He was already regretting his decision.  

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Just The Game We're In- Chapter 5, Part I- Ortega

A/N: HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!! Do you see how quickly I can work now that I don’t have uni???? (yes a month and a half is quick work in terms of this fic). I have been so excited to bring you this chapter for ages, but i’ve actually split it into two parts because even I draw the limit at submitting 17.000 words all at once, there is only so much mobile users can take. Anyway, this evening we head to Alyssa Edwards’ charity ball. Enjoy! I love you all so much! i have the best readers in the world bc you are always both patient and forever excited and i love you for that. shoutout to my AQ Brit cheerleader hoes ur literally the best

Plot Summary: Willam is a senior political advisor to the government’s minister for social affairs and citizenship, Sharon Needles. Throw in a crush on co-worker Courtney, Sharon acting weird around Willam’s colleague Alaska, an incompetent press department headed by Actual Living Zombie Jinkx Monsoon, and Willam’s job couldn’t get much more stressful. No wonder spin doctor Bianca Del Rio is permanently at the end of her tether…

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Don’t Go

“Wake up, Tae,” you scolded, shaking him almost violently on your bed. “You’re going to be late! It’s already seven-thirty, and—” You were cut off by V turning over and rolling you onto the bed with him. You giggled, but you slapped at his shoulders anyway.

“Kim Taehyung, you’ve left me no choice,” you hissed. “Taekwon! Taegeuk! It’s time to wake up your father!”

Almost immediately, you heard the excited squeals of your four-year-old-twins scrambling to the bedroom. V’s eyes shot open immediately; he knew what was coming. “Call off the attack!” he pleaded desperately, trying to twist away from you. You grinned maliciously and held his wrists with all of your strength. Taekwon and Taegeuk crawled into the bed, and their tiny hands reached for V’s armpits and ribs. He laughed unwillingly and thrashed around under you.

“I surrender! I SURRENDER!” Tears were coming to his eyes from his laughter, and the twins had huge, rectangle grins plastered on their faces. You decided that V had had enough.

“Alright, kids, your father is awake! Let’s go get some breakfast!” you called to rally your children. They scooted off of the bed, calling out “yes, Mommy!” on their way out of the door. You kissed V’s nose as he glared up at you playfully.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled, sitting up.

“Yes, I am,” you chirped in a singsong voice. You ruffled his still-messy hair as he stood, wobbling over to the closet. You skipped out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where you cut up some fruit for your twins. You set the plates in front of them with glasses of water. Taekwon was starting to shovel his food, so you called to him from the kitchen while you prepared V’s breakfast.

“Taekwon, slow down. I don’t want you to choke.”

“He eats like his mother,” V teased as he kissed your neck.

“Shush,” you smiled. You looked him up and down, impressed that he was able to dress so nicely in five minutes. He kissed the top of your head, and as he went to your cheek, he murmured softly in your ear.

“Maybe we can try and make a sibling for them tonight.”

“Mommy, your face is all red!” Taegeuk squealed.

“Eat your food, Taegeuk,” you ordered with an embarrassed giggle. V patted each of their heads on his way to the living room to pack up his things. “She gets that from her father!” you yelled after him.

“I need to go!” he called after a moment. You heard the front door open.

“Don’t you dare! You didn’t get any breakfast yet!” You pulled his toast out of the toaster and put his slices of fruit in baggies. He jogged back in the kitchen, throwing the baggies in his work bag and picking up the toast. He gave you a swift kiss on the lips before kissing the twins on their cheeks.

“I get a break from work starting tomorrow, so when I get back tonight, we’ll watch some anime before bed,” he promised the twins.

“Yay!” Taegeuk said through a mouthful of grape. Taekwon’s face lit up in excitement. V shoved the toast in his mouth to adjust his bag as he left the room.

“I love you!” he yelled around the toast, shutting the front door behind him.

About three hours later, you received a phone call while you chatted with one of your work friends. You didn’t recognize the number, but you answered anyway.


“Hello. Is this Mrs. Kim? The spouse of Kim Taehyung?” a woman’s voice asked. She sounded calm, but the tone of her voice made you nervous.

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m sorry to inform you, but there’s been a bit of an accident…”


You tugged down the hem of Taegeuk’s black dress, making sure that it slid over her properly. She had been silent all day, sensing the heavy mood of the house. Taekwon stood quietly in front of J-Hope, who was adjusting the boy’s tie. J-Hope stood upright and waited for you to finish, but before he could stop the small boy, Taekwon ran over to you and hugged you hard.

“I miss Daddy,” he said softly. “When is he coming back?”

Your eyes welled up, but you did your best to keep the tears down.

“Daddy’s going to be gone for a while, sweetie.”

“He can’t!” Taegeuk whined. “Mommy, tell Daddy he can’t! He has to come back! He said he’d watch anime with us! He promised forever ago!”

“I’m sorry,” you choked. “I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.”

J-Hope intervened quickly. He scooped up Taegeuk in his arms, and she protested heavily.

“Let’s go to the car, okay?” he murmured while you pried Taekwon from your side. They were both upset while you strapped them into their seats, but once you started driving, they both fell asleep. Your lower lip trembled as your tears threatened to overtake you. J-Hope was silent as your first hiccup slipped past your defenses.

“Hoseok, I can’t—” you whimpered, pulling over the car. He nodded in understanding and switched seats with you. You cried silently in the passenger’s seat, doubling over to keep quiet. You sniffled and broke, and your children didn’t wake up.

At the cemetery, you unstrapped the twins from their seats.

“Mommy, your face is all red,” she muttered as you scooped her out of the car. The other five members of BTS were already waiting for you on the road. They helped escort the children up to the burial grounds. Hoseok and Jungkook were smiling softly at them, but the rest of you were downtrodden in your expressions. Once you started getting close, Taekwon started to slow down. You carried him the rest of the way and held Taegeuk’s hand so she didn’t run off somewhere. The members intermingled with the other people that were present, but you stood in front of the coffin, touching the wood gently.

“Mommy, what’s the box for?” Taekwon asked sleepily.

“The box is for Daddy,” you murmured, brushing some of his hair with your fingers.

“What’s he gonna do with it?”

Before you could answer, V’s mother tapped on your shoulder. You turned to face her.

“Services are starting,” she said softly. You nodded in return. You led Taegeuk along to the edge of the hole in the ground, and the minister started talking quietly. Thankfully, the children were quiet during the services, but then during the burial, Taekwon’s loneliness got the best of him.

“Mommy, is Daddy coming?” he whined.

“Daddy’s in the box, sweetie.”

“But why? They’re putting dirt on it.” He started to sound more panicked now, and everyone else was completely silent.

“Mommy, tell them to stop! He can’t see in there! He’ll be sad!” Taegeuk cried, tugging on your hand. “Mommy! Stop them! Stop it!”

You knelt to the ground and pulled her into your arms, hugging her close as she began to cry. Taekwon was overwhelmed, and he started to follow suit. Silent tears slid down your face as you tried to settle them down.

“I miss Daddy! I want Daddy!” Taekwon wailed. “Don’t go, Daddy!”

V’s mother pressed tissue to her mouth and turned away, and you quietly hushed them. You told them that everything was going to be okay. Hoseok came once again to relieve you of one of the children, and you stared silently at the dirt that held your husband.

“Don’t go…”

<3 Admin Bibi
I highly recommend listening to this while reading.
I’m sorry to all of the Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood fans who may have had feels dredged up from this.

Catch A Break 🙃

Prompt: Jaebum just wanted to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. Or the sad, sad life of Im Jaebum and his cockblocking group members.
Genre: romance, comedy, fluff
Warning: language, light mention of sex but you probs already knows from the summary lol.
A/N: an anon requested more Jaebum fluff, and I live to please! Inbox is open! 

“I want 100.“ 

 "Wait, what?” Jaebum stared at Jinyoung in shock, his face quickly turning to irritation as his friend grinned convincingly at him. 

 "100. I. Want. It.“ Jinyoung repeated this time slower, as if talking to a small child. 

 "How about Fuck no.” Jaebum nearly spat. He fished $50 out of his wallet and handed it to his friend. “You get 50 and the gift of me not purposely shrinking all your clothes in the dryer." 

 Jinyoung scoffed. "Fine. I will accept this.. for now.” He took the money and proceeded to walk out of Jaebum’s room with an exaggerated huff. Jaebum rolled his eyes as his friend. Jinyoung’s job was simple; get all of the members out of the dorm for the night so he could set up the dorm for a romantic date for his girlfriend.

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Seventeen Reaction to you visiting them after being apart for a while.

A/N: This was requested a few times too so i tried to combine all the requests into one :-)

Seungcheol (s coups)

would be so excited oh my god, you would surprise him during a dance practice being recorded inside the practice room, the rest of 17 already knowing what was going on, and once you entered he would be so confused because what? Are? You? Doing? Here? But he would like fall on the floor all dramatically but then get up and start kissing you because you literally made his day and week and month and year, with the rest of the boys hooting behind u like scoups! Scoups! Scoups! And the whole thing would be captured on video and would be the best birthday present ever

Originally posted by han-sanghyuks-nose


it wouldn’t be a big affair, Hoshi would have contacted you letting you know that /eyebrow rise/ seventeen was gonna have the entire weekend off, and once you both planned to get Jeonghan to the meeting spot (an icecream shop) he would be confused like soonyoung why am I here? But then his jaw would drop and his bangs would fall in his face when he saw you enter because he hadn’t seen you in months due to promotions for mansae, and he would stay in that position until you walked up to him like, earth to Jeonghan, and then he would snap and get up and envelop you into a crazy tight hug while Hoshi took pictures of you both with his phone, you’d both be slightly embarrassed but wouldn’t even care as Jeonghan enveloped your lips into a kiss and whisper all things y'all were gonna do this weekend.

Originally posted by seungheol


shy and cute little baby, you would surprise him when he least expected it for his birthday. He would be kind of down because he couldn’t see you and hadn’t seen you in over 4 months due to the distance, but was still trying to stay positive. So when Seungchol put forth the idea that you should come, you packed your bags and got ready to go straight over there as soon as possible. due to the time difference though, you would get there the night of his birthday, while he would sit kind of emo in his dorm like sighhhh, then you would knock on the door and he’d open it like what??///: but then see you and like close the door again, and you’d be like ? but then he would open again with pants on this time to grab you and spin you around, because he missed you so much, literally dragging you inside because he wanted to “catch up”

Originally posted by jisood


he would’ve been in a music rough patch, frustrated that he couldn’t make anything or find inspiration, scoups would be like, it’s cause y/n ain’t here right /: but wooZi would be so stubborn and deny it. To prove him wrong, scoups would invite you over once he heard you were finally on break and you would be so extra. Woozi would be in the recording room and start to try and compose a beat, but would keep getting mad, but then you’d slam open the door to the room and lean on the door like “your muse is here.” and woozi would stare at you like holy shit is that my y/n in the flesh?! And get up and start hugging you while you both jumped and laughed like idiots, but then jihoon would hear one of the boys’ cameras go off and would slam the door shut on them, yelling at them to get lost because he’s about to find some inspiration with you /cue gross yells from all of 17/

Originally posted by kpopforever2


my god, he would be a mess after being apart from you for the amount of time he was. Seventeen could not with his constant complaining about missing you, and would beg woozi to do something about it. So you’d get a reluctant call from woozi during your weekend off and he’d beg you to come and calm down Jun, and you’d giggle and agree because you missed your cream puff anyways. Once you got to the dorms, you’d be practically yanked inside by the boys as junhui sat, super emo in the corner on his bed and seventeen would kind of shove you to the front like, here, y/n, jun, no more sad, and jun would light up like a Christmas tree because your here! ! ! He would envelop you into a crushing hug and you’d be used to it because that’s just how he hugs you and the rest of seventeen would sigh in relief (but once you left again, it’d be worse, but that only mean increased visits)

Originally posted by octoberjun


you couldn’t really tell he missed you and that’s what mostly kept you away because you knew he was busy, but behind the scenes the rest of 17 knew what was going on, and so they hatched a plan to get you there. At first you were reluctant because you didn’t want to be a bother until Jeonghan was like please come he’s so emo at night, so when you agreed, hoshi would pretend to be the same little sunshine ball he is while he sat in the practice room with the rest of the boys, so when you entered you would be a little hesitant, hoshi would be busy practicing in the mirror, drenched in sweat, and he’d see you in the reflection and I feel like he’d kind of breakdown because he hadn’t seen you in SUCH a long time and the rest of 17 would go really quiet because soonyoung would be so happy you came to see him and be reassured you cared about him ()

Originally posted by fyhoshikwon


emo boy, would express to you how much he missed you himself because, he’s emo and needs to see you, but you would pretend you couldn’t get off just to trick him, and so once you’d arranged with mingyu (the third wheel of the relationship) to meet up, you would walk in the cafe and literally pop out of nowhere basically scare the living shit out of him, and then when he’d turn back to grab you, you’d start running around all playfully and wonwoo would chase after you, once he’d caught up to you you’d kind of both share this look before he’d start kissing you super softy, smiling into the kiss because where have you been he’s missed you so much, a little less emo because he has his favorite prince(cess) in his life again!!!

Originally posted by sungyoel


…the biggest puppy in the world, but I don’t feel like he’d complain directly to you, would mostly whine about not being able to see you as often, but he wouldn’t be that persistent about it because he knew you would be busy with school/work. Eventually though, he would be really sensitive around the rest of svtn, so when wonwoo messaged you like come over for mingyu n chill, you would be surprised because you’d had a free weekend at the same time. Once you got to the dorms and walked in with Mingyu’s favorite snacks, he would hear your voice from his room and hightail it to the you still dressed in his PJ’s and literally run into you so hard you’d drop half the snacks but you wouldn’t care because you’d both be hugging each other so tight and mingyu would be smelling your hair because he’d missed you so much and wanted to remember this moment for as long as he could.

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots


Vernon the type to pretend like he didn’t miss you at all, and try to pretend that it was no big deal he hadn’t seen you in months and would constantly try to tell the members different. Sometimes they would believe him, but then late at night he would let it out to scoups how much he really did miss you, and so scoups like the good dad he is, would ask if you had the time to come meet up with him, you’d be skeptic at first because you didn’t think Vernon missed you THAT much, so you would agree. Hansol wouldn’t really like taking you to the dorms, preferring to stay more secluded with you, so when time came to hang out, scoups would drive him and Vernon would be like where are we going /: but then he would notice your apartment coming up and Vernon would try not to start smiling all hard when he saw you waiting in front of it for him but he wouldn’t be able to and would practically run out the still moving car to pick you up in a hug because this would be the one thing he had been wanting to do for months now.

Originally posted by chwelove


the little baby, he wouldn’t bother you that much about missing you either, only occasionally letting it slip how much he really wanted to see you. You’d feel bad because you literally could not find the time too. But after one of your bosses noticed how down you were due to not seeing him, he’d recommend you drive down there and take the weekend off. So with delight you’d go see your little mingming, not bothering to tell him ahead of time so when you’d arrive through the practice room doors, you’d catch this boy in the middle of bboying and he would like almost crack his neck trying to get up to see you, he’d be so happy because now he could introduce you to all his friends and show you new things he was working on and just hugging you so much because he’s a little honey donut

Originally posted by kpop-fanfics61


 …would pressure you so much to come see him lmao, he’d ask you like once a day when you were coming to see him because he missed you and thought it was completely unfair of you to deprive him of your cute laughs. You’d want to see him but had some big tests coming up, but once those were after, you’d surprise him with a text saying to come over because all of your exams were done, and you’d be surprised to hear a knock on your door, so when you opened it, seungkwan would be standing there with flowers and some bags looking more sheepish than usual while he kind of muttered some nonsense about your schedule and asking your friends when you’d be free, but you wouldn’t hear him because you’d pull his cute butt inside and hug him so hard, and he would be kind of silent because he just wanted to enjoy the hug because he’s so happy he made the trip and reassured you still even want to see him these days.

Originally posted by honeyboobooseungkwan


 would make such a big deal of you coming to see him. For instance, say you’d have a free day off from work and school which rarely happened that allowed you to make you way to the recording room because that’s where woozi said they would be, and seokmin would be inside of the booth, and you’d cautiously slip inside as to not mess up any of the recording but once he saw you he’d yell out the nastiest scream right in the middle of recording and basically throw his headphones off and scramble to get out of the booth, and woozi wouldn’t even care, just mostly laughing and assuring you it was okay while seokmin picked you up and practically crushed your bones because he couldn’t believe you were actually here, and actually made the trip for him, and it would literally just brighten up his entire month and give him so much energy because he finally got to see you.

Originally posted by jishooua


my baby duck butt hair, since he’s the youngest, he wouldn’t directly complain to you about your absence, instead relaying the message to the rest of the performance unit while being all teenage angsty about it and blowing his bangs out of his face, but what he wouldn’t know is that Hoshi would literally be relaying all the messages to you, and you’d kind of frown because you couldn’t figure out a way to make the drive to see him until Hoshi complained to scoups and scoups basically got you a ride there because he’s a good dad. So the day you finally got there, you’d excitedly text him to see what he was doing at the moment, he’d reply that he was at a certain park just taking a break without suspecting anything, and once you got there with seungchols help, you’d yell his name at the top of your lungs and he’d look up so confused, but then his eyes would light up and he would literally sprint to you and try to pick you up (which he really couldn’t do but he tried) and smile so hard his face looked like it would split in half as he held your hands affectionately because he’d be so energized and ready to run a mile because your face just got him like that.

Originally posted by satanteen17

Kadam Week Prompt Five: Our First Noel

Kurt and Adam either meet or reunite while participating in a volunteer event.

In this fic, Kurt decides to spend Christmas Eve working in a LGBT youth shelter. Burt comes along to help (no Blaine all up here in this bitch) and Kurt meets a kind young man whom found his NYADA audition “Breathtaking.” ^_^

There are a few more switcheroos in this fic: Burt doesn’t tell Kurt about his cancer until the day after Christmas. Kurt’s going to be seriously upset (and not happy that Burt didn’t tell him immediately; I think I would be too) but I’ll say that Burt wanted Kurt to not have to worry about it over Christmas (and the kid DOES worry.)

Plus, on a more selfish note, I have to keep this fic fairly short if I want to finish the week’s challenge, and if Adam and Kurt wanted to talk shop about cancer, this story would be considerably longer.  

Please enjoy!


Kurt never believed he would credit Sue Sylvester with having a good idea (let alone a philanthropic one) but her enlisting the Glee club to volunteer at a homeless shelter last Christmas Eve had been a surprisingly sweet initiative on her part. That had lasted all of one day, but he thought it would be a good annual tradition to adopt.

When he thought he would be spending Christmas alone this year, Kurt had signed himself up to work at a halfway center known as the “Rainbow Connection,” a center which provided aid to displaced LGBT youth in New York City.

But Burt had shown up at the door with a tree, very nearly inducing a heart attack of Kurt’s own. After the tree had been put up and they’d waved Rachel off for her cruise, Burt had volunteered to come along with Kurt to the shelter. The man had signed up considerably late, but none of the staff minded.

“We really need all the help we can get,” said the curly-haired man whom shook both their hands at the check-in desk. He was wearing a Santa cap. “We won’t be turning away anyone today, that or any other day.”

Kurt looked around the center’s reception room. It was a weathered place, bearing scratch marks on walls with chipped and faded paint. Old pipes gurgled from the ceiling, and the carpet was frayed and water-stained. He might’ve been imagining things, but judging by its slightly lopsided halls the place seemed to be actively sinking into the earth. Burt looked around too, brow furrowing.

“If I have anythin’ to say in Washington about any gay kid shelter—and damned well I do—I’m not gonna stand for Ohio’s shelters getting this beat up.”

Kurt thought the building was in desperate need of a facelift, but the staff had tried cheering the place with an explosion of color: There were LGBT flags and safe space stickers everywhere you looked, a burst of silver and blue paper chains surrounding a battered menorah on a crooked table, and a kenora surrounded by red and gold tinsel not far away. Christmas lights were wrapped around the battered old pipes, and down the halls were intermittent little Charlie Brown trees the staff had likely picked from the remains of Christmas tree lots. They’d been loved into life with handmade decorations, photos of staff members and shelter comers. Kurt’s heart ached and his throat tightened as he looked at them, looked at the resource posters for food, foster care, financial aid, and STD prevention and care.

“I’m glad this place exists.”

“Me too,” said Burt heavily. “But I’m real sorry that it has to.”

“We got a whole lot of people coming in tonight and tomorrow,” said the shelter attendant, and they turned to face him again. “The weather tonight is supposed to set a new record for the coldest Christmas NYC’s seen in eleven years.”

Kurt felt a hot wave of guilt. His dad had flown so far to see him, had saved him from being one of the displaced teens coming in for a respite from the cold, to the only Christmas they were likely to get. He stepped closer to his father, and Burt wrapped an arm around his shoulders, hugging him.

“Now to find jobs for you both. Can either of you cook?”

Burt muttered a “Not really,” while Kurt nodded. “A little.”

“’A little’ meaning my kid cooks better than anyone I ever met. Uh, don’t tell Carol I said that.”

The man sighed, looking profoundly relieved. “Right then. Kurt, if I could just have you take a right down the hall to the kitchen, they’ll put you to work. Mr. Hummel, if you’ll just come with me, please…”

Kurt reluctantly waved goodbye to his father, headed into the kitchen area, where he was pleased to find lots of people already at work, bustling over trays of turkey, foil casserole dishes of potatoes and cranberry sauce.

The man in charge eagerly put Kurt to work on the Christmas cookies. As Kurt picked up an icing bag, for one sliver in time, his mother’s hands were wrapped around his much smaller ones, guiding his decorating for Santa’s cookies.

He blinked, and got to work carefully decorating snowflake shaped cookies, making silvery curly-ques atop light-blue icing, dotting them with glittery sugar and chocolate chips. He knew he was being silly; people would be more interested in eating the cookies then looking at them, but he didn’t want the dessert to seem perfunctory. He’d yelled at his bemused father for trying to stick a plate of oreos in front of the fireplace when that just wasn’t the same.

He made rainbow cookies with gender symbols atop them, cookies in the shape of an ace with black, blue and purple frosting, glittery blue, pink and white striped stars to represent the transgender flag. Perhaps he went a bit too far by making little gingerbread men in frosting tuxedos holding hands with each other, but he could not resist. Soon he made little gingerbread women with icing skirts doing the same, followed by large heart cookies. Feeling sheepish, Kurt nonetheless got to work writing on the hearts, wondering if they seemed too much like Valentine’s-conversation candy.

“These are all lovely.”

Starting, Kurt whirled around, nearly knocking the young man beside him in the ribs with his elbow—there really were too many cooks in the kitchen. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. And thank you.”

The young man smiled. He was a tall bean pole, with dark blond hair tousled beneath his beanie, with light-blue eyes and a small cleft in his chin. Kurt felt the bottom briefly drop out of his stomach. “It’s quite alright. I’m sorry; there isn’t too much space here.” He had a British accent.

He took a careful step back, still smiling down at Kurt’s cookies, expression soft. “Oh, these are wonderful. You make pastries as well as you sing, Kurt. People will be fighting over them.”

Kurt’s face was suddenly as flaming as his cookies and he looked away, smiling broadly.

“I hope not. And thank you again, ah—“ His eyes widened in surprise as he realized that while the stranger knew his name, Kurt didn’t know his. And certainly he wouldn’t forget a face like this one.

It was the stranger’s turn to flush. “I’m sorry; I’m a fan, not a stalker.” He frowned. “Stalkers aren’t allowed to say that, are they? Ah, well. Adam Crawford.” He extended a floury hand, and Kurt took it with a bemused smile. “I forget you’re not a NYADA student just yet.”

“How did you know I got in?” Kurt asked wonderingly.

“I heard your performance at the Winter showcase.” Adam smiled again, eyes warm and bright. “If Madame T didn’t let you in after that, I can only conclude she’d need to be shut in an asylum.”

Kurt laughed aloud at that, surprising himself. “Well, thank you. I think Rachel was the showstopper though.”

“Rachel Berry?” asked Adam, brow creasing. “She was fine. But the way you sang…” Adam shook his head in stunned amazement. “It was positively…breathtaking.”

Kurt colored a little more, knowing he ought to get back to the cookies and yet rooted to the spot. “Thank you.”

“Fair warning,” said Adam, moving to check the bubbling pot he’d been working over. He scooped out a ladleful and after blowing on it for some time took a tentative sip. “The moment you finished singing the Apples gathered outside to discuss potential tactics on how to recruit you. I likely would’ve discovered where you lived and shown up on your doorstep with my homemade apple pie. You wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

“Wait, what? The Apples? And recruit me for what, being gay?”

“Of course you can’t recruit people into being gay. You can only become gay by sitting too close to the telly,” Adam said seriously. Then his face fell and both he and Kurt burst out giggling. Adam wiped his eyes.

“The Adam’s Apples are the show choir group I founded.” Kurt’s eyes lit up at once. “I thought you were remarkable, but to be honest, I didn’t have much hope, considering how good you are and we’re…” Adam shrugged helplessly. “Well, show choir. Even amongst misfit artists, show choir members are treated anathema at NYADA.”

“That’s okay. I was part of my high school glee club, and even nerds threw rocks at us from cars. But pie and show choir both sound excellent to me.”

Adam opened the oven and Kurt got a hot waft of decadent cinnamon and melting brown sugar, along with the gentle smell of apples. “Come to the dark side, Kurt. We have pie.”

“As long as it’s not koolaid.”

“And try a bit of this,” Adam offered, fetching another saucer and offering Kurt a small scoop of soup. Throwing Adam a dubious look, Kurt blew on it and tried, eyes closing.

“Oh dear God, that chicken and dumpling is divine.” He laughed and shook his head. “Did you follow me here so that you could win me over to your show choir with food?”

It was stupid, but he couldn’t help but wonder if Adam maybe cooked this way for someone else.

“Is it working?” Adam asked innocently, chuckling when Kurt nudged him playfully. “No, dear. I come here often. I only just so happened to recognize you.”  

“Are you…are you a volunteer as well?”

“Yes,” said Adam, stirring the pot and adding pepper. “School and the Apples keep me busy and I can’t come as often as I like, but I like to volunteer as a day camp counselor here. The facility works with the state to find lgbt-friendly foster homes for minors, but lots of them like to come here and participate in therapy or art classes.”

“Are you…” He ought not to ask, not to ask— “Are you here with your family tonight?”

Adam smiled and shook his head. “No, they’re back across the pond in Wessex, but no one minded a bit when I came out, not even my gran. I’m afraid I’m saving my money in the kipper for a longer vacation opportunity in the summer, so I won’t be with them this year.” He exhaled, and looked at the window, beckoning Kurt over with a finger.


The sight knocked the heart out of him; there was already an enormous line of people outside the shelter. Attendants were trying to shepherd people inside, but the line wrapped around the block. People were huddling together, all the while the wind was whistling and the world was being pillowed with snow. Kurt blinked again and prayed Adam didn’t notice him dab at his eye.

“Here I’m reminded it could be worse,” the taller boy said quietly, going back to his cutting board to slice potatoes. Kurt turned back to the cookies, tracing words on the desserts as quickly as he could. “I feel guilty.”


“I…my dad struggled with my coming out, it was so different than everything he ever was, and yet he took me exactly as I am, unconditionally.” Kurt palmed his eye. “I was so afraid when I told him that I’d…well, my friend Mercedes offered to let me stay at her place, if…”

Adam looked over at him, expression serious. “You shouldn’t have had to worry about that at all, Kurt.” Adam pronounced his name Kuht, and Kurt liked how it sounded. “No one deserves to be thrown out of their home for something they simply cannot help. While I’m very happy your dad is supportive, I wish that support were simply expected, rather than being an instance of sheer luck.”

Kurt smiled sadly. “My dad said something along the same lines.”

Suddenly he got an idea, and seized a package of paper cups and ripped off the plastic. Kurt grabbed a tray from a shelf beneath him, and after setting the cups upon it started filling them all from an enormous dispenser with cocoa. Adam watched curiously as Kurt feverishly sprinkled cinnamon in them all, grabbed his coat off the hook and started buttoning. “What are you…” He looked outside and his eyes widened with understanding. “Oh…”  

“I know I probably can’t give one to everyone in time,” Kurt said breathlessly, bustling for the emergency exit. “But I have to at least try.”

Stunned, Adam watched as Kurt headed out, the wind buffeting him as he did so. A second later Adam turned the burner and oven off, and started stacking a tray of his own, curiously sampling a hot cocoa with cinnamon. He closed his eyes. God, but that was delicious.  

He hurried out afterwards, the chill knifing into his bones, making him seize up. He’d been in such a rush to follow Kurt that he’d forgotten his coat. Kurt was already making a beeline for the line, his face flushed pink. Adam watched it for a stupidly long moment, then jolted and followed suit.  

By now the line was moving and more people had made their way inside, but no one rejected the cocoa, some sipping cautiously while others simply moved their faces over the steam, wrapping icy fingers around the hot cups.

Soon after the boys rushed in again, and again, and on the sixth time Kurt thought at least he was getting some exercise this Christmas. He and Adam kept bumping into each other as they served chocolate, and Kurt couldn’t help but huddle closer to the other boy—it really was bitterly cold out.

By the time they’d served cocoa to the last person heading inside they staggered back into the kitchen, exhausted, very flushed, very cold and cracking up. “Dear God, your hands,” Adam exclaimed, taking Kurt’s flushed hands in his own.

“Hello, pot. I’m kettle. You’re pink,” pointed out Kurt, and started giggling when Adam swatted at him affectionately.

Soon the food was moved to the counter, where the line was already waiting. He looked over at Adam. “Do you have any plans for Christmas?”

“Oh, I’ll…enjoy some movies and soup in bed. Catch up on my reading.”

Kurt said nothing to that for a few moments. Hours ago he’d expected a quiet day himself, had been able to excuse his not-returning to Lima on lack of funds (and a desire to avoid his ex.) But after Burt had appeared, the idea now seemed inexplicably lonely.

“Well, you’re sitting with us at the volunteer’s table tonight.” Kurt said crisply, voice leaving no room for argument. “Those are my terms if you want me to join the apples. Take it or leave it.”

Adam looked bemused, then amazed, and then laughed gleefully.

“You drive a hard bargain, sir. I’ll take it.”


Later that night, Adam would pass a cookie to Kurt that he’d made himself. It simply read, You’re Adorable.

And Kurt would stutter and look away, and Burt would lift a brow and throw an inscrutable look at his son, whom was glugging down cocoa to avoid answering. Burt’s uncertain expression would thaw (albeit begrudgingly) as Adam described his work as a counselor in the youth programs at the youth center, and his ragtag showchoir at NYADA, and how Kurt sounded like a silver bell at the winter showcase. (If Kurt hadn’t been red before, he was scarlet then.)

And Burt would invite Adam to take the Rockettes ticket he’d bought for Rachel before he knew she was leaving town. And Adam would stammer that no, he really couldn’t and Burt Hummel said calmly that he damn well could, and would because the tickets were non-refundable and ‘my kid just lit up like the star of Bethlehem, so will you not ruin my kid’s Christmas?’ And Adam was speechless, though he was already understanding that a wise man does not argue with Burt Hummel.

And Kurt would squeeze his hand underneath the table, and offer Adam the opportunity to come back home with them afterwards and eat too much food while they watched basketball (while his father did, anyway) and that sounded perfect, so of course Adam said yes. And of course Kurt would smile, eyes shining.

That would be their first Christmas together. It wasn’t their last.

Hale Family Christmas

Originally posted by minorleaguegem

Request: Hey, I absolutely love your writing and I just saw you added Christmas prompts! I was just wondering if you could maybe use 1 and 11 for Stiles or Derek? Fluff is fine, but if it leads to smut, have at it (: 

1- “I swear, if I have to listen to one more Christmas song…”

11- “No, I love you…it’s just…your family…”

Author’s Note: This is a normal life!AU with Derek and the Hale family! I had a ton of fun writing this, so I hope you all have fun reading it! Let me know what you think and enjoy! :)

Warnings: Language; fluff; talk of making babies

Tagging @sammyrenae68 :)


“Y/N, is that you?” Derek’s voice called as I managed to scramble through the door with my arms full of groceries.

“No, it’s a burglar,” I yelled back playfully, picturing the eye roll that was undoubtedly happening in the other room. With a grunt, I hauled the bags into the kitchen, placing them on the counter and taking a moment to catch my breath. Large hands wrapped around my hips then, Derek’s scruff brushing against me as he placed a kiss to my cheek.

“A burglar, huh?”

“Obviously,” I snorted, leaning back into his chest so I could tilt my head up and meet his lips. “Wanna help me put theses away?” He nodded and dove in, pulling everything from their bags.

“So,” he started after a few moments of quiet. “My mom called today.”


“She said they’re doing the party on Christmas Eve this year.” I could feel his eyes on me as I let out a small groan. 

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Glued and Tattooed

Summary: Soulmates are considered as sacred to them all apparently, even though it happens to everyone everyday. It’s a public thing now, where it even becomes a game to everyone to find out who their soulmate is, especially when it comes to guessing the celebrities’ soulmates.

She thinks it’s all very disturbing and that they wouldn’t have any personal space to themselves.

A/N: HOLLER HOLLER TIME TO HEARTRATE @caprette @sadrienagreste

Soulmate AU, when you write on your skin, your soulmate is able to see it.

Alix isn’t particularly having a great day.

As if to spite her, the sun shines brightly onto her face the moment she wakes up, where she’s forgotten to draw the curtains close last night when she’s doing her homework on her desk. Drool pools onto her hand as she tries to pry her eyes open through her sticky eyelids that she thinks she probably glues them together when she’s been asleep. Her body groans with protest as she straightens herself up while she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

And when she finally, finally, sees clearly after rubbing her eyes, she realises she’s late for school.

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