i made half these like a month ago and then the rest just now so that is probably why it looks weird


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pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst / punk!jikook

word count: 17,335

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” / music playlist

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.


The slight tremble in Jimin’s fingertips developed into a full-blown tremor as he closed the door to his studio, effectively leaving you behind — but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that simple because he wasn’t just leaving you behind. He was leaving you behind with a guy that you were completely in love with… Which kind of blowed considering he was starting to fall for you himself.

The music from the party was reverberating inside of his chest and he knew that his ears should be ringing with anger, but instead he just felt numb. It was like he couldn’t hear anything; no music, no crowd, nothing. It was all one giant blur that didn’t seem to make sense to him, and all because his mind was screaming that nothing else mattered right now — nothing except for you.

Jimin knew very well what leaving you in that room with Jungkook meant. It meant every single feeling that the two of you had ever had for each other would inevitably rekindle, and compared to what Jimin had with you, even if he did consider it one of most amazing stints of time of his entire life, it didn’t hold a candle to what you and Jungkook had, and probably always would have.

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Humans are weird: The Forgotten World

*Quick note before I start: This is the 2nd installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 13, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

Jeanne had been sitting for nearly half an hour in stony silence glaring at the Turic across from her. She had been in interrogation rooms before, never one this nice though. Her eyes kept taking in the room any time he looked away as she scanned for anything she could use as a weapon. She had never had to fight a Turic, or any alien really, but it paid to be prepared.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything? Food? Water? Our scans indicate that you are lacking in several nutrients required by humans for optimal health.”

The door opened and a human woman she didn’t recognize came in. Of course they would use a human to be the “bad cop”. Well this slag wouldn’t get anything out of her.

“Thank’s for keeping her company Kit’cha, took forever to get here.” The woman smiled at the Turic and they did some kind of secret handshake before the Turic left the room. The woman turned to Jeanne and smiled again before sitting down. “Sorry to keep you waiting Miss…” she glanced at the file on the desk “Jeanne. Do you have a last name or something you prefer to be called?”

Jeanne met the questions with more silence.

“I understand that re-acclimating to interstellar society can be rough, but that’s why I’m here. My name is Kiara Williams and I am the special liaison between the galactic council and what’s being called ‘The Lost Colonies’. I just want to assure you that we’re all here to help and you don’t have to be scared of any of the alien races you’ll see aboard this station, they’re all friendly, especially the Turics like Kit’cha.”

Jeanne settled back into her surprisingly comfortable chair with her arms folded and glared at Kiara. It had taken her years to perfect this look and it felt like a waste to use it on someone as soft as her, but she knew better than to give any information to a cop, or worse, a shrink. Kiara, for her part, just smiled again and made a note in the file.

“I get it, I do. Finding out that there are other alien races out there and that you’re part of a larger galactic community can be a little jarring. When my colony was found it took years for some of my closest family to warm up to those outside our species, but now that we’ve opened up to the galactic community we’ve managed to make huge strides in settling worlds that were previously thought to be inhospitable and exploring some of the unknown reaches. We don’t know much yet about your colony, but I’m sure we can learn a lot from each other.”

Jeanne ground her teeth together as she mulled over what Kiara had said. There was a long moment of silence before Jeanne finally spoke.

“I already know about the aliens, and about other humans, never saw them of course. You keep saying lost colony and shit. Are you telling me you don’t know why we were on that planet?”

Kiara shook her head and spun the file around so Jeanne could read it. “From what I was told on my way here, there was an underground human colony detected on a planet orbiting a red dwarf star. Apparently the communication array was destroyed several hundred Sols ago and the surface was inhospitable to human life due to the high levels of radiation from the nearby star. We only detected it due to the unique formations on the surface that corresponded to human architecture. We assumed that it was a self sustaining scientific outpost that had managed to get stranded. As usual the rest of the search team was surprised anyone could live there until they realized that it was humans. It’s unfortunate that we don’t have records of your colony though.”

Jeanne narrowed her eyes but uncrossed her arms as she looked over the file. Either this Kiara was one helluva bullshit artist or they genuinely didn’t know what PX-9 was.

“We were never a research colony or any of that shit. PX-9 is blacksite prison run by EarthGov. My father says that the warden robots destroyed the comms array and the transport during a riot a few generations back. We’ve been stuck on that prison ever since. A few riots later and we managed to take out the warden robots too. That was a long time ago. Doesn’t matter though. We found the databases and prison logs. According to EarthGov law, anyone born in that prison is automatically guilty of their parent’s crimes so I’m stuck there. You seem like a nice person. You should probably take me back before they find a reason to lock you up too, if they haven’t already.”

Kiara’s jaw dropped as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I’m so sorry Jeanne, both your people and to you personally. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be born into that, but I want you to know that you don’t have to go back if you don’t want. No one will make you. EarthGov hasn’t existed for over 200 Sols.”

From the outside Jeanne appeared as composed as she had all day. Someone who knew her well enough would have recognized the twitch in her lip and would have known to take a few steps back. On the inside her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. What did she mean EarthGov didn’t exist? Jeanne had spent a long time learning to read people, it was an important skill to have when you needed to know who you could trust in a fight. Kiara didn’t seem to be lying about any of this. Could she trust Kiara? IF she could trust Kiara, what would happen to the people on PX-9 once whatever government was in place found out about it? “Suppose I believe you. What now? What happens to me and my family?”

Kiara smiled again, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “When EarthGov fell we lost a lot of records of colonies, research outposts and apparently prisons as well. Most of them still had communications, but some either lost them or purposefully never set them up to avoid the government so we keep finding pockets of humanity in the most surprising places. I was on one of those planets 20 sols ago and ever since I’ve been one of the specialists they call in to help people find their way in the galactic community. I don’t know yet where we can send you if you don’t want to stay on PX-9 though there are plenty of beautiful worlds I’ve found that could use the ‘human touch’ if you and your family are willing. First though, we would like to know more about you and your society.”

“Leaving would be… good. I want that in writing.”

Kiara nodded “Will do. I’ll send a message to my contacts on the galactic council and get set up with some priority transport ships to get as many people offworld as want to leave. We’ll find a planet that will work for you and your people. Several if necessary. Also I can personally guarantee you that no one will be held accountable for the actions of their ancestors, that’s just not the way we do things anymore.”

“What- What if” Jeanne’s voice broke for a moment as some darker thoughts came rushing in. “What if we did some things that might be against the law of your galactic council. I’m not saying I did, just that suppose someone like me had to do something, something they’re not proud of, in order to get by. What then?”

Kiara thought for a moment before finally speaking. “We haven’t run into this situation before. PX-9 is the first, and hopefully only, prison colony we’ve found so far. I would hope though that we can use this to set a positive precedent and grant some kind of clemency for people unjustly imprisoned by a defunct government. I’ll have to get clearance but as long as someone that ‘had to do certain things in order to get by’ is able to abide by the laws of the Galactic Republic then I think we should be able to work something out.”

The only thing holding Jeanne together at this point was a lifetime of conditioning to suppress her emotions.

“I still have a few cycles before we’re back in comms range of the council so we’ve got some time. I understand you’ve got a lot to process so if you don’t want to talk that’s fine but at some point before you leave I’d like to know more about you and your society. It will help us find out how to best help you find your place in the galaxy.”

Jeanne’s mouth twitched up, starting to form a smile. She stood up from the table and took Kiara’s hand. “Get it for me in writing shrink. Then we’ll talk.”

anonymous asked:

ah okay can u do one where tyler is the reader's upstairs neighbor and he plays the piano every night and it puts the reader to sleep, but then one night he stops and the reader can't sleep so she goes up and knocks on his door??


As soon as you sit down to eat, it starts.  But you planned it that way, so you smile to yourself.  You feel your entire body relax, as you inhale deeply, picking up your fork once your shoulders had fallen.  Your foot starts tapping as you try to follow the same rhythm as the keys playing above.

It’s a beautiful piece tonight. Yesterday was much faster and upbeat, but tonight it’s slow and almost sort of sad. You try to hum along.

You moved in about three months ago, your last place was just too far from your school, and it’s been incredible. You love it.   It’s a good size, rent is cheap, and there’s also your upstairs neighbor who, every night at 7:30, without falter or fail, plays the piano beautifully for hours until you’re in bed, the rhythmic melody helping you fall asleep.

You never really spent a lot of time thinking about who was playing upstairs.  Probably some old man or lady, you didn’t see how anyone below the age of 30 would have enough time to play a piano for hours on end.

That night, much like many others, you finished your dinner and fell asleep to the sound of your neighbor and their piano.

You can’t sleep, you’ve been tossing and turning since your head hit the pillow.  This was the fourth night the piano hadn’t been played.

You’d just gotten so accustomed to listening to the notes every evening, you didn’t realize how much you had grown to depend on it until now. You knew you were going to wake up exhausted and grouchy. This is all your neighbor’s fault.

It’s 7:34 PM on a Thursday night and you’ve found yourself standing in front of your upstairs neighbor’s door. You honestly didn’t know what you were going to say, but you were feeling reckless and impulsive after running on hardly any sleep this week.  Frankly, at this point, you didn’t really care. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Before you knew it, you’re knocking on the door, eyes looking to the crack in the bottom of the door where you can see a small peak of a shadow.

“Who is it?” The person asks, his voice is muffled but it’s definitely a guy.

“Uh-your downstairs neighbor?” you try to say but it comes out as a question, this isn’t weird, right? Neighbors knock on their neighbors doors asking them to keep playing their piano, right? Right.

“Anne? Are you sick-Oh.” And what.

He’s not old, is the thing. The first thing you see is feet covered in speckled, gray socks, followed by black jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and a hand holding a bitten slice of pizza with a bandage. Uhh—

“You’re not Anne.” The boy says, his voice light, yet raspy.

“Anne-um. Moved. Sorry, am I in the right place? 34 B?” you ask because this pretty brown eyed, soft haired, boy cannot possibly be the anonymous piano player.

“Yeah…Can I help you?…” He asks, his unoccupied hand coming to rest on the open door and holy shit you can see a glimpse of a grand piano right behind him in his living room. What the hell?

“Piano?” you stupidly say, like that makes any sense. The boy turns around to look at his instrument and looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He asks, one of his eyebrows raising, expecting an answer. God, he’s gorgeous.

“You stopped playing— I used to hear you? Downstairs?” you say and this is why you need to figure out what the hell you’re doing before going and actually doing it.

“Oh my piano.. yeah, I’m kinda taking a break from playing, sorry if it’s annoying or whatever, but I pay extra for this place to let me to play—"

“No, no! I love it!” you say, almost desperately, “I just-“ you stop to bite your lip and think for a second, “this is weird, but—“ you stop before disclosing the fact that the man’s music helps you sleep. “I actually miss it,” you say instead.

“Oh!” he says, almost surprised, “my hand though… see?” The boy huffs out a laugh as he raises his right bandaged hand that’s holding the pizza.

“Is that from playing too much?” you ask.

“The cost of playing an instrument, you know? I’m Tyler.” He extends his good hand for a shake and you can’t believe this. The mysterious piano player is a young, hot dude. What?

“I’m Y/N!” you reply, shaking his hand.  You can’t help but notice how well your hands fit together so nicely.

“Y/N,” He starts, biting off a piece of pizza and continuing with his mouth full, “Do you want a slice of pizza?”

And, come on. It’s free pizza, You’re not going to say no.

You hit it off after that night. You kept having excuses to go back to see Tyler, the first time you brought Tyler a batch of your home made cookies, “a repayment for the pizza,” you had said and Tyler grinned and pulled you inside, grabbing two cups and filling them up with milk.

You learned more about Tyler every time you hung out, too. You found out Tyler is hilarious, he’s also sarcastic, he’s only been playing the piano since he was nineteen and has a band with his friend. That one you couldn’t believe at first, the way Tyler had said it so casually was surprising.  

The next time you’re knocking, there seems to be a lot of commotion going on in Tyler’s apartment.  But he answers, nonetheless.

“Y/N!” he greets with a smile.  

“Hey,” you say, apprehensively.  You hear the voices of at least two or three other people in the apartment.  

“I just thought I’d say hi— didn’t know you had people over-“

“No, no, no! Come in! Meet my friends!” he says, opening the way for you to walk inside.  

You’re uncomfortable.

The thing is; you don’t do this kinda thing very often. Your only friend is a girl from school, but even then, you only hang out at school.

When you entered Tyler’s apartment, you see three other guys standing around.  

“Y/N, this is Mark,” he points to a sandy-haired boy with a goofy grin, “Michael,” there’s a buff man holding a beer, “and Josh,” the yellow hair and bright smile gave away his identity as the other half to Tyler’s band.

You smile nervously and wave, feeling awkward just standing around. But soon after introductions, they carry on with whatever video game they were playing.  

“Come on in, Y/N. Don’t be shy!” Tyler says softly. He goes and sits on the soft, patting on the spot next to him. “Come sit, there’s enough space!”

There isn’t space enough. Well, not really at least. The sofa is more of a love-seat, and you end up pressed right against Tyler. He doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and when he casually  throws his arm around your waist after a few minutes, you start to relax.

It ends up being a really good night. You try a few rounds of Mario-Cart but stop, because you end up being so horrible. You don’t mind though.  You’re perfectly content with just watching the other guys play while you’re cuddled close to Tyler. You can’t really remember the last time you’ve had so much fun. They’re all constantly making jokes and telling stories and laughing, and you feel so carefree, almost like you’re floating.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, cause when you open your eyes, it’s to Tyler slowly caressing your cheek. “Wakey, wakey,” he says softly with a chuckle.

You slowly blink and then move to sit up straight. “Oh,” you say, slightly dazed. “Did I fall asleep?”

Tyler nods. “Yeah, about an hour ago. The guys just left though, so I figured it was about time I woke you up. I’m sorry though.. You looked really peaceful, sleeping.”

You look at how your legs are strangling Tyler’s and notice how you’re perfectly curled into his side. You blush, but are too sleepy to be embarrassed about it. “’m sorry,” you mumble. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I’ll- uh..” you yawn. “I’ll go home then.”

Tyler smiles. “I didn’t mind. It was quite comfy, actually.  Come on,” he says. “I’ll walk you out.”

You make your way to the front door. When Tyler opens the door, you turn around to thank him.

“Thank you for letting me hang out. And like, letting me sleep on you, I guess. I had a really good night,” you say, still slightly blushing.

Tyler either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about embarrassment. “No problem. I had a really good night too.” He bites his lip and then raises his hand to touch yours. It’s a light brush, but you feel sparks of electricity spike through you.

You’re about to start nodding, when Tyler leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “See you soon?”

You’re baffled, but somehow you manages to mutter out a “yes” before walking away.

Later, when you’re alone in your own bed, you replay the kiss in your head so many times you start getting dizzy. And yes, you think, you could totally get used to this.

The next day, Tyler’s the one knocking on your door.  You’re surprised, but even more so when he asks you out for coffee with him.  

After ten minutes of scrambling around looking for shoes and your wallet, you’re out the door, heading down the street.  There’s a cozy cafe on the corner and Tyler holds the door for you.  You let out a sigh of relief after getting shelter from the cold.

You sit in a small booth near the front window and cradle your cup of hot chocolate between your fingers as you watch people walk by.

Tyler makes sure to keep the conversation going, and there’s never really a dull moment.

You’re laughing loudly when Tyler reaches out at your face. You freeze in your seat as you feel his thumb sweep softly over your lip.

Tyler smiles and pulls his hand back. “You had a little chocolate-moustache, sorry.”

You smile back, but look down, blushing hard.

Tyler takes a breath. “Okay, look at me for a second please.”

You raise your head and carefully stare at Tyler, trying not to get lost in his breathtaking brown eyes.

“I like you,” Tyler then says.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your hands freeze where they’re laying near Tyler’s. “You…” you mumble, but it sounds more like a question.

Tyler’s eyebrows climb high on his forehead. “Like you, yes.” He says, nodding in affirmation, eyes widened with anticipation.

Tyler smiles again, “Man, I thought I was being obvious. I like you, and I’m not afraid to admit that to anyone.” He laughed softly. “I’m sorry for springing this on you like this, because I have no idea how you even feel about me, but-“

You interrupt him, “Seriously?” The surprise is clear in your eyes. “I have a huge crush, I mean the size of Everest on you, Tyler.”

For the first time that day, Tyler seems taken back a bit. “Well, I mean- I guess I didn’t want to assume anything?”

You laugh, “Can I tell you something?” you ask, fixing your eyes back on Tyler.

He nods carefully.

“Your piano playing helps me sleep,” you sigh, “I used to curl up in bed and listen every night, it soothed me.  When you stopped, I couldn’t fall asleep, I just tossed and turned.  That’s why I came up that night— to see why you stopped.”

Tyler just stared at you with a fond look on his face. “It put you to sleep?” He says smiling.

You’re suddenly hit by a wave of shyness, “Yeah…” you mumble, it sounded stupid.  

“Y/N?” Tyler says softly, and you look up at him again. “Can I kiss you?” he continues, voice barely more than a whisper.

Your heart stops for a second, before you slowly nod. “Honestly? I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t.”

Tyler leans forward and softly presses your lips together. He tastes like mocha and every wonderful thing in the world, and you think that this is probably the best first kiss someone could ever have.

Later that night you’re curled up into Tyler’s side, listening to the rise and fall of his chest.  You sigh in frustration, finding that you, once again, cannot sleep.

“I really wish your hand wasn’t hurt— then you could play for me,” you pout, poking your lip out and looking up at him.

He chuckles, giving you a small squeeze before disclosing, “You know I can sing, right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, racking your brain for the conversation where he told you that… But you can’t recall.  You would’ve remembered.  You would’ve made him demonstrate.

“You never told me that—“

“Would you like me to sing to you?  Then maybe you could fall asleep?”

You nod into his chest, burying your face into the fabric of his shirt before saying, “Yes, please.”

Tyler clears his throat lightly before starting to sing— and it’s beautiful.  At first, your chest fills up with so much admiration for Tyler that sleep is the last thing on your mind.  But he continues and his soft tune mixed with the feeling of his hand running up and down your back softly, has you calming down.  Your eyes soon grow heavy and after only a couple of verses, you’ve drifted off into a deep, sleep.  

One Year - Steve Rogers x Reader

Anonymous requested this (I lost the original message) : 

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Thought maybe I should write something else than only the Batfamily haha..So here some love for Cap’ ! Hope you’ll like it :

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It had been a year already.

A year since you last saw him.

A year since everything was over between you two.

A year since you sided with your brother, Tony Stark, in what people now called the “Avengers’ Civil War” instead of with him, and lost him forever…

Him. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Your boyfriend…Ex-boyfriend.

Recently things seemed to have settled down between your brother and him, they were tolerating each other again, talking on the phone regularly, and even going to the extent of working together on some missions.

The government finally came to its senses and pardoned the entire “Captain America team”, though they made Bucky go through a lot of…psychological check. Just to be safe. You convinced your brother to forgive the man. If you could do it, he could too…After all, Tony wasn’t the only one who lost his parents this day. Who lost his dear mother…

Yes, things were going for the better between the Iron Man and Cap’…But not between you and him.

You avoided every missions with him, and vice versa. You made sure to never cross his path whenever he hanged around the Avengers’ Tower. You even went quite a bit out of your way (and by that I mean literally taking one of your brother’s suit to escape through the sky) whenever there was even a slight chance he could be around.

You couldn’t see him. Face him. Because you betrayed his trust, you fought against him, and you just couldn’t…You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, probably full of hatred, or at least disdain, distrust and animosity, towards you.

Because you were still in love with him. But what could you have done ? Fight against your brother instead ? Against the only family you had left ? Besides, he lied too. He knew Bucky was responsible (but not really because he was brainwashed into doing it) for your parent’s death, and withdrew this information from both you and Tony. You two had every right to be mad…and yet, you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Because ultimately, you agreed with him more than with your brother. You were against signing that contract that bound you to the government’s will. But…It was your brother. Your only family. And even though you were head over heels for Steve, you just couldn’t fight against your own brother.

And so for him, for Tony, you ended the only serious relationship you ever had, you left the only man you ever loved.


Sitting on the floor in front of one of the gigantic window in the Avengers’ tower common room, you sighed as you thought once again (for the billion times in a year) about all this ordeal.

It has been a year, a year exactly today, since you told Steve you would stand by your brother, since you had to fight him and his friends. Your friends too…Could you say ex-friends ? You still talked to Natasha and Clint. To Wanda too. And Sam. Hell, the you even spoke to Bucky a few times in those last few weeks…The only one you never talked to was also the only one you really wanted to talk to.

You were looking at NYC skyline when you heard footsteps behind you…and completely ignored it. You were so not in the mood to talk right now.

-You still don’t use chairs or couches I see.

That voice. Did you just dream it ? It was a voice you longed for so much…You don’t turn around, and your heart beat faster at the sound of his steps getting closer and closer.

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I’M GONNA DO A QUICK LIL INTRODUCTION HERE SISTERS! bc i’m lame and new!!! well i’m not new to the fandom etc but this is a fresh blog and this is the first time i’ve ever posted my writings anywhere for the general public (who happens to be searching for harry styles smut) can read it and I’M GEEKIN TBQH!! anyway, hi hello – i have a name, but im gonna let u guys call me T, even tho my name starts w H. H would get too confusing should this work out the way i’m hoping it will! so i’m T. and i like writing and harry styles and so i thought i, along with everyone i scream about H to in the wee hours of the night, would probably find it beneficial if i had blog where i could do that and ppl who actually want to read about how i want him to spit in my mouth! i’ve been a silent lurker of the tags for awhile now (shoutout to @stylesunchained, @permanentcross, @jawllines, @canistay-haz for the inspo behind me finally making this godforsaken blog) (please be my friend) (i’m very intimidated by all of u). so yeah i hope this works out, and if not then it was fun to share this little bit of a something with all of u! and if it does then i’ll likely post a pt 2 to this!  if u like it like/reblog if ur into the kinda thing ig :) also my praise kink is jsut as alive as harrys and my ask box is always open to discuss either one <3

“Pet,” he starts, and you smile, because after a long moment of just standing there and listening to each other breathe, you hear the familiar nickname and know you’ve got him back. “You are the meanest, most stubborn, woman ’ve ever met. Got a bloke full on puttin’ himself out there in front ‘f thousands, ‘nd you run away. Same bloke tells ya’ exactly what he means even after that, 'nd ya’ tell me I don’t mean it?” He murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear it. “Tell me how I can prove it to ya’,” he adds before you can get another word in, and he seems to already have a good idea, because his nose is brushing against yours already, but you quickly figure out that it’s going to take you asking for it before he does it, because Harry’s humble, but he has his pride, and you doubt he needs you fucking with it anymore tonight.

“’M going to start screaming if you don’t kiss me in the next three seconds,” you state, and he’s laughing as he presses his lips to yours, his hand cupping your cheek, and it’s gentle and soft and everything you ever imagined kissing Harry for the first time would be like.

And that’s how you die.


Harry’s your best friend and then you realize a lot of things, mostly that you’re an idiot

7k+, smut, overuse of the word ‘because’

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Stolen glances and pink cheeks

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders era)

Pairing: Reader x Young Remus Lupin

Warnings: none just fluff

Request: maybe a lil remmy one where he’s totally in love with y/n and is always teased for it? and he’s so shy and cute around her and then one day they kiss or something and the other boys find them and tease them?? iDK ITS WEIRD BUT ILY

Word Count: 1.1k

The Marauders sat in the library, an unusual sight but Remus made them go there if they wanted his help with this assignment. They all were at the table, researching for their project they had waited until the last minute for, except Remus who had finished last week.

The way studying with the marauders goes is Remus is usually hard at work, Sirius is usually ogling a girl across the room, James has managed to find Lily in a room with at least a hundred people in it and he just stares at her instead of the pages of his book and Peter is staring at nothing, just lost in his own mind.

Today was a bit different though, while the rest of the marauders were into their old habits Remus had picked up one quite like James. Although Remus didn’t tell anybody he had developed an ever-growing crush on a girl, and since it’s Remus he doesn’t think he deserves you, but maybe he deserves to look at you just for a minute.

But he didn’t plan to get lost starring at the way you griped the corner of your book you were reading, the way you chewed on your lip as you concentrated and broke your focus when your hair fell in your face to brush it back behind your ear and look up.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, too into your book to put it down and fix your messy half bun that was on top of your head. You looked up for a moment though, to check on reality, you noticed the library was more full than usual, you remembered the assignment due tomorrow that you had finished a couple days ago. You noticed some people you’d never seen before and your eyes scanned the room until your eyes locked with another’s, Remus Lupin. You had to admit to yourself that he was really cute, nice, sweet, funny and maybe you liked him, just a little.

You looked at him while he looked at you and you smiled causing him to give a small smile back and look away, both of your faces shaded pink from the small interaction, you brushed it off and dived back into your book.

Remus looked down into his book but not before Sirius could notice his pink cheeks, “Moony what’s got you all bothered?” this got the attention of the other marauders. James butted in “Remus here probably was looking at a pretty girl” Peter laughed “it’s probably Y/N, he stares at her all the time” Remus’ cheeks turned red “I was not, I was just, its hot in here and I” Sirius cut him off “no need to lie to us moony, I can see Y/N is sitting right across from us, oh she’s a pretty one Remus, go talk to her”

Remus closed his book “Go talk to her? Are you mad I can’t just do that Pad foot I’m not, well I’m not you!”

James was quick to tease Remus, “You can turn into a werewolf every month but you can’t talk to a girl? “Remus glared at James “that’s exactly why I can’t talk to her” Sirius stood up and walked behind Remus “excuses, excuses Moony” Sirius pulled Remus’ chair out from the table and pushed him out of his seat. As they both stood Sirius whispered to Remus “now do I have to hold your hand and walk you over there or are you going to do it yourself?”

Remus gulped “well you’re not giving me much of a choice.”and before he could argue any further Sirius gave him a little push and the marauders al sat at the table watching anxiously behind their books.

You had just finished a chapter when you noticed Remus walking towards you, you lowered your book placing your hand between the closed pages as to not lose your spot. Remus simply walked up and sat beside you without even looking at you. You turned to him “hello Remus, what brings you over here?”you tried to sound as calm as possible. Remus looked up at you “what, what brings me here, oh I just, well Sirius told, uh you, you bring me here.” You smiled at his awkward statement “I bring you here?” Remus looked over to his table and then back to you as he breathed in deeply he replied “yeah I came here to talk to you, but it’s not going very well already.” You placed your hand over his “I think it’s going just fine” Remus smiled and looked at your hand on his. “Y/N can I take you somewhere, like on a date, would you go with me?” he stuttered nervously. “Remus I’d love to”.

Remus stood up and smiled brightly and you stood up too “alright well I better get back to my friends, imp helping them with the assignment for potions”as Remus turned to walk away you grabbed his hand pulling back as you placed a kiss to his cheek, this startled Remus but also gave him the bit of courage he needed to then pull you towards him as he kissed you on the lips gently, your noses brushed and your breath caught in your throat as your book fell from your hand and onto the floor in this moment of bliss. The moment ended by the noisy Marauders at the table yelling Remus’ name and cheering, it’s like those boys didn’t understand the concept of a library. You pulled away and smiled at Remus “yeah, it sounds like you better get back to them. Remus looked at you and then to your book lying on the floor, he quickly picked it up and tried to apologize “Y/N your book I’m sorr-” “It’s okay Rem, I’m gonna have to re-read that last chapter anyways”

For the rest of the time you sat in the library reading you would look up every once in while just to see Remus and smile at him, or catch him reading something in the book to his friends. The feelings growing in your chest were assuring you that you may like him more than just a little bit.

“His Wedding” (Part 7)

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 

Pairing: N/A (lmao)

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: language

Characters (by appearance): Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff

A/N: I wrote this over night and the edited it right now. PHEW! But the wait is ove because this part gives an insight of Bucky’s POV. I know, fucking finally. I think it’s time ya’ll know what he’s been up to. Please give me FEEDBACK, YA’LL I LOVE READING YOUR COMMENTS/ASKS

Tags are CLOSED now! Please don’t put in requests asking for tagging, y’all I don’t feel good rejecting asks. | Sorry for any typos and ENJOY READING!!!

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Stuck with Me


Originally posted by bridget-malfoy-stilinski-hale

Sam x Reader (eventually)

Words: hair under 1,700

A/N: Once upon a time I had this little idea, next thing I know it turned into a multi-part monstrosity. It’s been in the works for a while now, and is pretty much done so I’ll be updating it on a pretty regular basis (probably twice a week). Thanks as per usual go out to my darling wifey Beka ( @impala-dreamer ) who has listened to me bang my head against the wall more than once and assured me I wasn’t bat shit crazy for putting this out there.  

P.S. this will shift POV’s periodically, hopefully it isn’t confusing (but please let me know if it is).

“Hey sweetheart. What’re you doing in here so late?”

“Hungry. AGAIN. And I swear I’m going to turn orange soon because carrots are the only thing I want to eat.”

“Well I’ll leave you to it, just came for some water. Don’t stay in here too late – that’s my niece you’re growing in there – you need your rest.”

“Goodnight. Dean.”

Dean shot up in bed, so confused by the dream he wasn’t really confident where he was.

What. In. The. Hell.

Dreaming about pretty girls wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. Dreaming about pretty girls, pretty very-pregnant-carrot-eating-in-my-kitchen girls sure as shit was. Niece? Seriously. Did he drink last night? Wrong question. How much did he drink last night?

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Don’t Leave Me

AN: Everyone knew Suga was in love with her. He just didn’t want to say it, that was- until she was going to leave. 

Y/N was nearing the end of her time at BigHit as BTS’ personal assistant. She shared her job with a noona, and they split the band between them. Y/N was in charge of Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin’s schedule whilst noona took care of the others. 

Y/N was feeling optimistic about leaving, she was going to go to college to study English Literature after taking a year out to figure what she really wanted to do. During that time, she was mostly running after Min Yoongi who couldn’t get his but out of bed to get to interviews, or seemed to pester her with the most obscure requests. She was his PA, but his requests were the most obscure things anyone could ever come up with. The other guys weren’t like that, and it seemed that he took fun in specifically getting her to do these things. Sometimes he could be the sweetest person ever to exist for her too, which often meant he was hot or cold. His mood changed like rapid seasons around her. 

He also seemed to like teasing her, sometimes it went over board and Y/N ended up on the verge of tears not too long ago.


“Is he cute?” Noona PA asked, as Y/N let it out that she had a date tonight set up with a mutual friend of theirs during lunch. But now, whilst the guys were getting their hair and makeup done did noona PA decide to ask her about it out of the blue. 

Y/N blushed. 

“Ah, young love! What are you going to wear? Sexy, cute, preppy, vintag-” Noona PA asked, too loudly for Y/N’s liking. It got J-Hope’s attention. 

“Y/N whose the lucky guy?!” He semi asked-yelled. 

“I feel bad, this is all happening and you didn’t tell us.” J-Hope play pouted. 

“Yah, Y/N I think you should go for cute-sexy. If it were me, I would be captured and wanting to know more. “ Namjoon offered his thoughts on how she should dress for her date. He explained it with his hands, like she was some sort of concept. 

“Namjoon, If it was you, you’d spend most of the time going on about some theory that no one knows about.” Y/N teased back. 

“Aish. Whatever, just know that guys like cute-sexy.” He said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“Who has a date? Y/N?” Suga asked, in a blunt voice that bluffed up. 

Y/N never knew how to react around him. He was sometimes hot and cold. Today, it seemed like cold. 

“Suga- hyung, what’s your opinion on what Y/N should wear on her date?” Jimin asked, smirking. 

Suga contemplated his answer. He wanted to say that she should wear that baseball top with the number 3 on it, paired with her black ripped skinny jeans and nike sneakers when he would pick her up to go and get pizza. 

“Nothing really makes a difference. Plain is plain.” He said nonchalantly. 

The rest of the guys rolled their eyes or silently huffed. They knew Suga had a thing going on for Y/N. He couldn’t express his feelings, or even try and convey it to her he had some feeling in general. 

J-Hope shot him a dirty look. He signalled that what he said was uncalled for. 

Y/N on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. She had to keep it together, since she was working. She tried her best, but felt her eyes about to pour out. Stripping it back by looking up, she willed herself to stay composed. Y/N didn’t know why his words sometimes cut through to her. 

“I think we should keep our personal lives, personal. Now, Namjoon- you have an interview for 4 today.” Y/N said diverting the topic. 

Suga was an asshole to her. Later that night, when Y/N was about to file their scripts from todays interview, she was surprised to see Suga standing in the doorway. 

“Can I help yo-” She was cut off by him. 

“Who is he?” 

“I’m sorry. I’m your PA. My life isn’t that interesting or necc-” She was cut off again.

“Answer my question. “ Yoongi said, taking a step towards her. 

“Why are you wearing that?” He asked, looking at the red ensemble she was in, paired with black stillettos. She looked enthralling. Yoongi wanted to be the only one to see her legs. Not whatever frat boy she’d be going to see tonight after work.

Scrap that, Yoongi thought to himself. There was no way in hell he was letting her out of his sight, dressed like that for someone else. 

“I need you to help me tonight.” Yoongi said, about to lower himself to a last resort.

“Please, Yoongi I really want to go out tonight.” Y/N half way begged. She couldn’t stand his how petty he was being. It was clear he was trying to mess up her night off. 

“Too bad. I call my monthly negotiation today.” Yoongi said, smirking. A monthly negotiation was when he could chose one day a month where his PA could be asked to stay with him to help beyond the hours they normally worked. 

Today was that day for Yoongi. 

“UGH. I hate you.”  

Even though Y/N didn’t end up on her date, Yoongi got her to order in pizza and made her sit down with him eating. To anyone else, it looked like they were having a date night in probably. Weirdly, she enjoyed herself even though she shouldn’t considering she was on the verge of tears not too long ago. Yoongi had this weird ability to make her feel like that, something was up; but Y/N didn’t want to think about it too much. It would complicate things. 

End of flash back 

“She looks like she’s seen herself in the mirror lately.” Think of the Devil and the devil shall appear, Y/N said to herself as none other than the guy who took over her nightmares said walking past her into his dressing room chair. 

The rest of the boys just huffed, annoyed at Yoongi’s blunt rudeness whenever he was around Y/N. Namjoon just wished he’d confess his feelings already, considering he spends so much time usually just talking about how ‘weird’ she is or asking about her to the other members. 

Y/N was now a bit more use to his random requests and bluntness, although he was polite to the other PA noona. 

She rolled her eyes and went back to the chart she was looking at to organise their schedules. 

“Yah, how am I going to live without Y/N when she goes to college?” Jimin huffed. 

“Why, someone finally let her in?” Suga asked, blunt as ever again. 

Jimin ignored him and Y/N usually just rolled her eyes, but no one doubted her intelligence.

“All five accepted me, including two USA ivy leagues.” The Ivy leagues were thanks to Namjoon’s helping when he could in preparation for the tests, but still- Yoongi just tried to make her seen incompetent. 

“So you don’t think BTS are good enough for you, is that why your’re leaving?” Yoongi asked, aggressively getting up from the chair he was about to sit on. 

“Nice to know you’ll miss me.” Y/N said without looking up from her sheet of schedules. 

“Get me the lyrics I left on the desk on the third floor from the other day.” Yoongi said, trying to seem unaffected. This was an example of the weird requests he had, which Y/N had no option but to do. She tried to be sassy about it at first, but now she was close to giving up. 

“Yes, your majesty.” She said under hear breath as she tried to find where an obscure bit of paper would now be in this giant building. 

Later that week 

“That’s the last of your things? I’m going to miss you.” Noona PA said, seeing Y/N pack the last of her things from her office into a big box. 

“I’ll be back this summer, we’ll go to Han River and watch fireworks. I promise.” Y/N said, knowing she’d be back from the US this summer once she got over all her exams. 

She couldn’t help but feel emotional saying goodbye. She had also said bye to the boys apart from Suga, who didn’t even bother looking at her. She bought all of them cupcakes that she made and was met with goodbye gifts from each of them. She said they’d go far, and it would be a matter of time before she’d wake up one morning in New York hearing BTS on Capital FM. 

Jungkook and J-Hope had let some tears loose, so she broke down saying her final goodbyes with them. They had become friends without her even realising, they all spoke about how it didn’t feel like Y/N was a member of staff to them, but like a sister.

“I’ll go check if your cars ready.” Noona PA said, excusing herself from the office. 

“Oh, Suga…” Y/N heard Noona PA say as she was about to leave. Noona PA looked back and forth between Y/N and Suga, deciding it was best to leave them. Noona PA wasn’t dumb, she knew Suga probably liked her, because he picked on her like a boy would pick on a girl he liked. 

“What is this?” Suga asked, stepping closer to Y/N and pointing at her two boxes. 

Y/N figured this was his weird way of saying good bye, so she got the spare cupcake she had made for him out. 

“Here. I know you don’t like me, but I just want you to know that I wish you the best. And-”

Y/N should have expected how he would cut her off by now.

“You’re not leaving.” He said, as-a-matter-of-fact like it was obvious. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes, before it clicked he might pull another negotiation trick on her.

“Hey! No more negotiations, I’ve formally quit.” She warned.

“Quit?! How dare you! You can’t quit.” He yelled, which was rare. Suga’s voice going up octaves wasn’t something people usually saw or heard. Y/N nearly flinched. 

She was confused, his behaviour was ice cold at the moment.

“Aren’t BTS good enough for you? Is that why?” He took more steps towards her, closing in on her against a wall. 

“Why, Suga? Why do you care?” She asked, trying to keep composed. She wanted answers, this guy who seemed like he could spit on the ground she walked on was now looking at her like she was the focal point of his world. 

He laughed, which did something to Y/N she didn’t want to admit. 

“Aish. I can’t do this.” He said, pushing his head back and running his palm over his face. 

“Suga…” Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she reached out to touch him. 

“Don’t go.” Suga said, in a low voice. 

“Why? You have to tell me why…” Y/N said in a quiet voice. There had to be a reason why he was acting like this.

“I like you”. He said, their bodies so close they could be one person. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. 


“All this time, you treated me like absolute shit, you nearly made me, no in fact- made me cry on-” Classic Yoongi, cutting her off. This time, he took her into his arms and pressed a surprise kiss that Y/N warmed up to in seconds. 

Shut up. I was in love with you, you idiot”. Yoongi thought out aloud in the midst of his heated kiss. Y/N had gripped his shirt and was overcome with an unexpected need to be as close to him as possible. His gentle, calm, teasing kiss made her feel light headed. 

“I’m so confused by you Min Yoongi, we need to go through what’s going on in that head of yours.” Y/N said, forcing herself to break off. She had no clue why she kissed the guy who made her cry and feel like shit for months. In repressing how she thought Yoongi was attractive, suddenly she let herself feel what she felt towards him. 

Y/N felt like she had missed so much, like how he had a lop sided grin right now, like all that hatred that was bottled up had finally deflated. 

It was like looking at a new person, or the real Min Yoongi. 

He had said he was in love with her, which Y/N couldn’t get her head around. Yet, any fool who looked at his expression now could tell he looked like someone who was in love.

“From when you walked in to that room a year ago and introduced yourself, I thought you were cute. I watched you joke around with my hyungs, and saw you thoughtful you were. I saw how you helped people when you didn’t have to, but most of all- when you spoke to me. I realised that getting you riled up had become a past time of mine, but there was more, I-”

This time, Y/N cut Suga off for once. She could tell it wasn’t easy for him to pour his heart and soul out like that.

“It’s okay. I know.” She said, trying to make him feel better. 

Little did she know, that’s what people who are in love do. 

ksi imagine - ex girlfriend tag

REQUESTED:  “Hello, please do a JJ imagine where you are exes and you do a video similar to Kian Lawley’s video kissing my ex girlfriend and old feeling coming back”

“Hi everyone it’s your boy KSIOlajideBT,” I remained quiet in the gaming chair as he began his introduction, his fingers forming a salut by his temple. “How are you all? Don’t answer that, I can’t hear you, it’s a pointless question.”

I giggled slightly, receiving a grin from JJ.

“Today I am here with a, erm, slightly…different video, we shall say!” The nervous giggles continued. I’d missed that contagious cackle. “As you can see I’m not alone, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I mean I’m sure they all already know me, but hi, I’m Y/n.” With a somewhat timid wave I introduced myself before returning my hands to my lap and smiling. 

“Yep, probably. So this is Y/n, Y/n would you like to say a bit more about what we’re doing today or..?”

“JJ,” I laughed slightly. “Why are you being awkward? You good?”

“Man, I dunno it’s just…weird.” The laughs continued. His contagious giggle warmed my heart slightly, even after all this time. “Okay, so incase you are somewhat new to my channel I guess, Y/n is my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for about, six, seven months now?”

He turned towards me to monitor my approval and I nodded. “Seven months,” I confirmed.

“Well, we haven’t actually seen eachother since the break up, but since Y/n was in London and is actually trying to grow a channel herself now we thought let’s rekindle the fire and film a collab!”

“Rekindle the fire?” I questioned. Jide simply shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Nevertheless, what can be a better idea than texting the first girl you ever loved and inviting her back to your house to bring up all the painful memories you’ve been suppressing for seven months in front of a few million people on YouTube right? So let’s go on!” 

My eyes widened slightly at the extent of his honesty - although I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Jide after all. 

“JJ, are you sure you wanna do this? I’m feeling you might be a little bit hesitant about this whole thing,” I rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna ask you again - you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He confirmed, reassuring me in all seriousness before continuing the video.

For around half an hour JJ and I proceeded to answer generic questions, revisit memories, and discuss where our lives had taken us now. We decided to check twitter for some more insightful questions from people that knew most of our history - a lot of our relationship had been very public. Even the breakup. It didn’t necessarily end on a bad note, but we didn’t continue contact after, which I was beginning to feel slightly sad about. This time had made me realised how much I had missed Jide as an asset in my life - even if not in the way he was seven months ago.

“Okay so, twitter questions,” He scanned his phone.

“Jide, I swear to God if any of these are sexual-”

“I’m not promising anything.”

“Jide.” I narrowed my eyes, my tone very demanding. He held his hand up in defence.

“Alright alright! Innocent questions only!”

Yeah, right. KSI fans wouldn’t know innocent if it smacked them around the face, I thought. 

“Okay - where is your relationship currently at?” Jide’s voice became serious, professional even. I lifted a leg to my chest as I contemplated.

“Well, as of now, we don’t have much of a relationship,” He watched me intently. There was genuine interest on his face. “But I don’t see why we couldn’t build one? I’ve been planning to move to London, as you may know, and so I think we could definitely spend more time together.”

He nodded along with my words before turning to the camera. “So basically to answer your question she still wants my dick.”

“Jide!” I scolded, hitting his arm although I couldn’t not laugh as he apologised.

“No. What I’m saying is, friends is definitely foreseeable.”

“She’s using big words again I’m just gonna…yeah, move on. Okay, this one’s cool - do you still find each other attractive?”

“You know what Jide, I’m gonna let you take this one away.” I rested my hand on my chin. “Go on.”

His smile brightened to which my heart warmed slightly. As he cleared his throat I raised my eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Interest fulfilled my mind.

“Well,” he proceeded. “I mean of course.You’re pretty fit.” Shrugging, he moved his focus back to his phone.

“Is that it? Pretty fit?”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

“Nope, not good enough, try again.”

“For Gods sake,” he laughed, and I folded my arms. “Nah but in all seriousness guys, of course I still find Y/n attractive. We were together a long time, that wouldn’t change in such a short time, or probably ever.”

“Awww Jide!” I cooed. That was really sweet of him. I really have missed this boy, I thought to myself, and I genuinely hoped our interactions would continue after this video. 

“Plus I’ve seen her naked, so,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the camera. 

“Right, sick.”

“I’m joking!” 

Raising my middle finger at him I encouraged Jide to continue with the questions.

“Okay, we’ll do one more, then we’re gonna go get nandos cause I’m starving.”

“Jide, you know I don’t like nandos right-”

“Y/n, I do, and that’s all that matters.”

I once again looked back at the camera as Jide exploded into laughter at his own jokes. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows.

“To anyone wondering why we broke up - this is why!”

“No it’s fucking not don’t lie,” He choked between laughs and I looked down to mask my own giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna scroll and whatever question my finger lands on we have to answer okay?”

“Unless it’s sexual,” I interrupted.

“Even if it’s sexual,” he corrected.

“Andddddd stop! Here we- oh. Shit.”

“What? Jide I fucking swear-”

“No, no, it’s not sexual.” He picked his professional attitude back up, a smirk still present on his face although he appeared slightly nervous. “Can you two kiss for the camera?”

“Oh dear God.” I groaned. “Fuck it.”

Pressing both my hands to his face I leaned into Jide, kissing him swiftly. Although at first he appeared taken aback, he soon warmed into the kiss, placing a hand on my waist just as he used to when we were together. I felt all the love wash back over me in a terrifying way. Do I still love him? Was this a bad idea? Was he thinking the same?

When I pulled back, Jide looked almost disappointed. I edged my eyes over to the camera and watched as realisation hit.

“Oh that! I forgot we were filming,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I can always edit out anything you don’t feel comfortable with keeping in. It’s no big deal.”

I smiled at his gentleman nature.

“In fact,” he continued. “I might just end the video on us leaning in, just to see the comments go crazy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his contagious, juvenile excitement.

“Can we get food now, for real?” He pleaded with me and I smiled.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Arrangement (Jimin) Part Two

Genre: , Angst/Fluff

Word Count:1,456

Summary: Jimin and you have been dating for yea when all of a sudden his confirmed dating someone else, it stirs a lot of heartbreak.

A/n: Really sorry on how long this took for me to post, I really hope you enjoyed reading it, and hopefully I can start writing more on a daily basis rather than post memes, lol.~J (Part three will be coming soon!)

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven

After the break up you visited the studio sometimes, not as often as you did back when you were dating Jimin, but you still came with food. You weren’t going to let some break up get in the way of your support for the boys, even if Jimin cheated on you, you weren’t going to leave the boys. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop, you let your Spotify play its sad playlist, you had a solid two hours before you were going to see the boys, so this was your chance to finally reflect on what had happened during the past month. Letting the tears slip you finally decided to get up, wiping your tears and getting ready, you packed some food for the boys to eat, leaving encouraging letters for each of the boys.

‘Namjoon, you’re the leader of bts which means you have to eat and stay healthy so enjoy this lunch and make sure to take care of your group!’

‘Jin, you need to stay healthy, if you want to stay as good looking as you are right now, you’re going to need all the healthy foods in the world!’

‘Yoongi, being apart of bts, whilst producing songs are hard so you have to remember to rest and eat, I don’t want you in the studio working at five, you should be sleeping.’

‘Hoseok, Dancers need to be healthy so make sure you eat right and get enough sleep!’

‘Taehyung, to be able to soothe people with your powerful voice means you need to be always training, which means you need to eat and sleep to stay healthy so enjoy this lunch!’

‘Jungkook, my little kookie, make sure you’re always eating and getting enough rest, so enjoy the lunch!’

‘Jimin, if you want to keep up with your hectic schedule and still have time to hangout with your girlfriend, you’re going to have to stay healthy so don’t skip out on any meals.’ 

You taped the letters on all of their lunch boxes, although you were a bit bitter while writing Jimin’s, you knew that he was probably much happier with her than he was with you. You put the lunch boxes in a bag and headed out of your house, driving to the practice room you saw them finish up their dance, you clapped as they started to head over to you.

“Awe, Y/n brought us lunch, ” Namjoon says, giving you a hug.

“How thoughtful of you” Jin smiles, giving you a hug as well.

“Thank, Y/n!” Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung said, giving you a group hug.

“Noona, you came!” Jungkook smiles, giving you the biggest hug of all.

“We can tell who’s happiest to see you,” Yoongi says, as Jimin tenses up.

“I mean aren’t you guys happy to see y/n? I mean we haven’t seen her in a bit” Jungkook asks, avoiding eye contact with you as his face turned red.

“We saw her three days ago,” Hoseok says.

“Yeah, but we used to see her everyday befor-” Jungkook was about to finish his sentence when Yoongi put his hand over his mouth.

“Let’s eat shall we?” Yoongi says, smiling at everyone.

You sat as you saw everyone enjoy the food you made, you were so glad that they enjoyed your food, Jungkook sees how you were sitting alone so he moved over to sit next to you.

“Noona why aren’t you eating?” Jungkook asked.

“Oh, I’m not that hungry” You smile.

“Well, you should still eat,” Yoongi says.

“I know I will,” You say back.

“Here you can have some of mine” Jungkook offers you a spoonful of his rice.

“No Jungkook you eat up, Y/n can have some of mine” Jimin offers.

“Hyung I think it would be weird if you shared your food with Y/n since you cheated on her, I don’t think she would want to share with a cheater,” Jungkook says harshly.

“Jungkook stop, that was uncalled for,.” You say to him.

“I know Noona I just wanted to tell him he shouldn’t be sharing his food if he has a girlfriend, and especially if the girl is his e,” Jungkook says.

“How about you watch who you’re talking about?” Jimin shouts.

“GUYS, both of you quiet down, Jungkook Jimin is your hyung respect him, and Jimin you won’t share your food with Y/n because of the current situation you two are in, y/n will be sharing my food,” Yoongi says, as he gives you a spoonful of his food.

A couple days later, the boys were holding a sleep over, Jimin decided it was time to introduce you to Sunhee, and he decided to bring her to the sleep over party. Jungkook and Yoongi and you set up the whole party, and eventually, he boys all came, all except Jimin. You guys waited for Jimin and Sunhee, but it had been a half an hour of waiting before you guys decided to start.

You turned on a dancing game on the tv and watched Jungkook and Hoseok challenge each other, Jin was checking his watch worried that Jimin had gotten in an accident.

“I’m sure he’s fine, you need to relax”, You tell Jin.

“Yeah I know, Y/n you want to help me bake some cookies to help me relax?” Jin asks.

“Yeah totally,” You say to him, walking into the kitchen with him.

While baking, Jin told you to roll the dough, you placed the flour on the cutting board before placing the dough on. Jungkook walked into the kitchen to get water when he saw a bowl of flour right beside you, grinning he took a handful worth of flour throwing it at your shirt, luckily you had a apron or your pjs would have been ruined. You glared at Jungkook playfully.

“Jungkook watch it, I didn’t bring any extra clothing.” You say to him.

“It’s cool, if your shirt gets dirty I can give you some clothing to change into.” Jungkook says.

After finishing baking you placed it in the oven, taking your apron off you sighed in relief.

“Thank god it’s in the oven now”, You say to Jin, as he chuckles.

“You’re a pretty good baking partner, let’s do it more often” Jin winks.

“Yeah” You smile, totally missing the wink Jin gave you.

Suddenly you felt something hit your back, you looked back to see cloudiness, it smelt like flower. Seeing the person behind it, it was none other than Jungkook.

“Jungkook! What did I say? These are my only pyjamas” You shout.

“It’s fine you can wear one of my shirts.” Jungkook shrugs as he heads upstairs. 

You waited for him to come back with a shirt, he handed you one of his regular white shirts, which was a oversized t-shirt for you. You thanked him, heading to the washroom to change, after getting your dirty shirt off, you put on Jungkook’s shirt, your once visible shorts didn’t show up at all. It seemed like you were only wearing a oversized tee. Jin offered to wash your shirt, so in the meantime you would have to wear Jungkook shirt, but you would get your shirt back tomorrow. 

When you came back down, Jimin and Sunhee had already arrived.

“Oh hey Y/n” Sunhee smiles.

“Hi”, You say, trying your best to not sound fake.

“Oh Y/n you’re here too”, Jimin says, as if he didn’t know you were coming.

“Jimin I always come to these sleepovers they’re like tradition.” You say to him.

“It was like tradition when we were a thing, but now it’s weird since we broke up, you know?” Jimin says.

“I mean maybe if you didn’t cheat on me this wouldn’t be weird, you know?” You say mocking his last words.

“Whatever, wait…Is that Jungkook shirt?” Jimin asks, tensing up again.

“Yeah, he threw flour at my shirt so I’m wearing this in the meantime.” You say to him.

“Well let’s get this party started”, Sunhee says, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes let’s,”Hoseok says.

After a bunch of games, it was time for movies, and tonight was a horror movie marathon. You sat in between Jungkook and Yoongi, Jungkook was the type of person to try to scare you during the jumpscares, and Yoongi was the type to either be very scared or fall asleep within the first five seconds of the movie.

Once the movie started, you felt sleepy, you decided to get some sleep before you would be awoken again. Yoongi was watching the movie when he felt a sudden thump on his shoulder looking over he saw your head laying on his shoulder. He smiled putting his arm over your shoulder before whispering into your ears.


Sisters of Steel, the superhollis AU prequel

Haven’t decided if I want to put it on ao3; but here’s the entirety of the prequel here. For those who don’t know, this is a prequel in preparation of the first chapter of my supergirl Carmilla AU ‘Stronger Together,’ which will be debuting in a few months for the @carmillabigbang!

Please let me know if you liked it. :D

                                               Sisters of Steel

When Ell was almost fifteen years old, Mom and Dad had pulled her aside and explained, gently, that she was going to get a little sister for her birthday.

Ell had asked for a puppy, so she was understandably confused.

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Shame/Less 3/7

New part

The beeping got to you first.

           “Five more minutes,” you muttered groggily, and reached over to turn off your alarm. Instead of that, though, you hit the base of a lamp and sent it toppling.



           You blinked, realized where you were, and focused on Wanda, who was sitting by your hospital bed and smiling. “…Ow.”

           “I know,” Wanda told you sympathetically. “Tony, Bruce, and Dr. Cho flushed all of the pills out of your system.”

           A wave of horror crashed through you, and before you thought about it, you attempted to sit up. The consequence was an unbelievable throb of pain throughout your entire body, and you collapsed back onto the mattress, breathless.

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Home // Carl Grimes Imagine

Requested by Anon, hope you like it! <3

PROMPT: The reader got separated from the group years ago when she was a child. When she returns unexpectedly, She’s not a weak little girl anymore. Reader and Carl were best friends, & when she arrives back, she realises her best friend never forgot about her.


This is v long lol, but I’m proud of it! remember my asks and messages are always open if anyone wants to chat!


C A R L // P R I S O N // 2 2 7 0 //


I came to rest in an old house, and after checking it thoroughly for walkers, I went upstairs to bed. It had been a long day, hell, it had been a long day every day for the last 3 years. It wasn’t easy on your own, scavenging and fighting for your life all the damn time. Whenever I did come across people, it was usually big hairy men who thought finding a lonesome teenage girl was the best thing to ever happen to them. I usually get away, but I had been… used… a few times.

I plopped down on the small bed. It was filthy and smelled like sweat and mould, and was itchy as hell. To me though, it felt like heaven -which is probably why I feel asleep instantly, without locking the doors.

I was so exhausted, I slept through most of the day, only to be awoken by groaning coming from downstairs, I immediately jumped up, cursing myself for being so careless. There were at least 3 walkers downstairs, but I managed to fight them off… just.

I ran into some bushes to hide from the small heard that was approaching. I squatted there for a bit, and when I figured it was safe, I jumped up and made a dash for it. Only just making it away with my life.. and a huge gash on my leg.

Life was getting tougher. I wasn’t going to last much longer out here on my own.

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The Songs of Distant Earth

Guess who just watched every episode of Voltron in three days for the first time??? Title is blatantly borrowed from a sci-fi book that I LOVE by Arthur C. Clarke. (Pls read it if you like serious sci-fi.) P.S. The two songs mentioned here are “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwo-ole, and “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane, if you want to listen to them as you read. Which I would strongly advise, lol. 

Spoiler alert if you haven’t caught up yet.


Keith is staring at nothing when the knock comes at the door. For a minute he stays right where he is: arms strewn idly at his sides, boots discarded at the foot of the bed, day clothes only half-exchanged for nightwear before he gave up and laid down a couple hundred tics ago. A couple more pass.


The knocker knocks again, no more or less insistently.

On the other side of the door, Lance is frowning. None of them are doing very well without Shiro. It’s been a full Terran month now since his disappearance, and the ship is slowly falling prey to the most dreaded of all fates: a return to normalcy. No one wants normalcy. They want their leader back. Their friend. Without his leadership each new partially drawn-up plan feels hollow and pointless. Without Shiro, Voltron is nothing more than a chicken running around with its head cut off. Ha, ha. Good one, Lance… Fighting the endless crushing void of depression with dark humor is a dubious coping mechanism, but hey, it’s all he’s got. It’s better than just waltzing straight into the void, y’know?

Speaking of which.

Lance gathers his resolve and knocks on the door in front of him for a third time. The alien metal is ice on his bare knuckles. None of them are doing well, but if you were to ask Lance, Keith is doing the worst.

He’s about to knock a fourth time when the door abruptly slides open. “H-hey buddy,” Lance says dumbly. He knows his grin must look like it’s scribbled on in crayon, but he can’t help grinning anyway. It’s all he knows. A childhood of lying through his teeth to younger siblings about the darker aspects of life, the universe, and everything (and a subsequent year in space lying through his helmet about the odds of survival to civilians midrescue) has trained him too thoroughly. Happy Face Mode is automatic.

“What?” Keith knows that everyone is probably concerned about his refusal to participate in anything beyond training and war meetings but he doesn’t really care. Most everyone has gathered that Keith wants to be alone. Most. Lance, however. Suffice it to say that Lance appearing in the middle of the night to try and goad Keith into god knows what is no new thing. The familiar cadence of this visit doesn’t make it any less annoying, though. “Alright,” he deadpans when a few more tics have passed without Lance moving or saying anything at all, “good talk,” and moves to close his door.

“Wait!” he blurts, and his arm is shoved through the door into Keith’s room, keeping him from touching the closing mechanism. “You weren’t sleeping, were you? No? Okay cool. I have something I wanna show you.”

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Watch - Grayson Dolan Smut

Hey guys! This is my first smut I’ve posted on here, so sorry if it sucks :(

WARNING: This features mature content. If you are not comfortable with sexual content, PLEASE DO NOT READ.

(daddy! kink)

I unlocked the door to my apartment, which I shared with my boyfriend, Grayson. We’ve been dating for about two-and-a-half years now, and about six months ago, we decided to move in together. It was a big step for him because he’d never lived somewhere without his twin brother, Ethan before. Fortunately, everything was going well, and Grayson still saw Ethan all the time.

In fact, when I opened the door, I expected to see Grayson joined on the couch with Ethan. I, however, saw no one at all. Grayson must be out, I thought. I had gotten home early anyway. He’s probably at Ethan’s.

I headed down the hall to the bedroom Grayson and I shared. I had just gotten back from work and was eager to change into a t-shirt and sweatpants and take off my bra.

When I arrived at the end of the hall where our bedroom was located, the door was open just a crack. I never left for work without closing it all the way, and Grayson was the same. It was never open just a crack. Then, I heard skin slapping and peaked through the crack. My stomach flipped at what I saw: Grayson was lying on our bed with his eyes shut and his hand wrapped around his cock.

I was so pleased with the sight before me that I just couldn’t bring myself to walk in and interrupt. So, I stood there, looking through the crack of the door, watching my boyfriend stoke himself. I had always wanted to watch him masturbate, but I was too embarrassed to tell him.

Grayson lied on the bed that faced the wall on my left. He wore nothing on his lower half; he was only wearing a white t-shirt that he had pushed up to reveal his stomach. His left arm was behind his head, and his right was, well, you know. His hair was flattened on top of his head and looked like it hadn’t been touched. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his eyes were shut, and his mouth was parted slightly. He looked so hot like this, and I could hardly resist bursting in there and fucking him when he muttered under his breath: “Ugh, fuck.” He bucked his hips into his hand and turned his head to the side, now facing away from me.

“Yeah, babygirl, ride me. Just like that,” he muttered with a growl. At this point, it took all of my willpower not to go in there and do something. I could feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter by watching this scene unfold. I had to do something. I was so turned on. Not yet, I told myself. I’ll just watch for a little longer.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. I could see him breathing heavier and harder and just barely heard him mutter: “You’re such a good girl for daddy.” I had been calling him that as a joke for about a year or more. For example, if we went grocery shopping together and he asked me to go grab milk, I would respond with: “Yes, daddy.” He’d always pull a face that showed that he found it weird or gross that I called him that, even though he knew I meant it as a joke. Although, sometimes it wasn’t a joke. I’d always kind of secretly hoped that he had a daddy kink, but because he pulled these faces, I understandably assumed that he didn’t. I guess all of my fantasies were coming true. When he let this slip, I just couldn’t help myself. I had to go in there.

I opened the door as quietly as I could and left it open just a crack as I had found it. Grayson’s head was still turned the opposite way, and he made no indication that he knew I was there. I had taken off my shoes at the front door and was now carrying them in my hands. I silently walked toward the side of the bed closest to the door and knelt down beside it as I put my shoes down on the carpet. Grayson was still breathing hard and letting out occasional moans. I reached my hand out to his left, which had moved from behind his head to now gripping the covers. As our hands made contact, his head whipped around and found me. He let me take his hand, but stopped moving his other.

“Keep going,” I said as I reached my other hand out to touch the bicep of the same arm that I was holding. He hesitated, but then started moving his right arm again, but this time much slower.

“How long have you been watching me?” Grayson asked with a cocky smirk.

“Long enough,” I responded, leaning in. “Daddy.” I drew back, matching his smirk, and he groaned.

“Damn, you heard that, huh?” he said. I nodded.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, my eyes fixed on the hand that was steadily moving up and down the entirety of his cock. “Fuck, I love watching you pleasure yourself like this,” I stated.

“Well, good because I love you watching me,” he responded with a wink. “I’m kind of an exhibitionist. That’s why I always leave the door open a little bit when I masturbate.”

I leaned into Grayson and kissed him. The kiss was heated to say the least, as we were both extremely turned on. My hand touched him wherever I could. My left hand soon traveled down to his abs that I loved. It traveled lower and lower until it reached his cock. I wrapped my hand around his and guided his hand up and down. I sped up the pace, and he moaned into my mouth. I pulled back, my hand still guiding his, and my forehead resting on his. “Does this feel good, daddy?” I asked seductively. “Are you gonna cum?”

He closed his eyes once again and groaned, bucking his hips. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice significantly deeper than before. “I’m gonna cum so hard.” I moved our hands faster. He threw his head back and muttered a “fuck.”

“I want you to cum all over yourself, daddy, so that I can lick it all up. I wanna taste you so bad,” I spoke softly in his ear. “Please, daddy.”

Grayson’s breathing became very unsteady, and his stomach tensed up. Then, he let out a loud moan, and his cum shot out of his cock and all over his abdomen. Once he was done, I got up from my position on the floor and crawled onto the bed, my legs on either side of him. He was still breathing deeply as I lowered my head to his stomach and began to lick up his cum. Grayson looked down at me, and his breath hitched.

Once I was done cleaning him up, I crawled up his body and pecked him on the lips. “Can you hand me my boxers?” Grayson asked me. I got off the bed and bent down to pick up his black boxers from the floor and handed them to him. “Thanks.” I walked over to the closet and took out one of Grayson’s shirts, deciding that I just wanted to cuddle with him and take a nap and had no need for pants at the moment. I took off my pencil skirt and blouse, leaving me in only my bra and underwear. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and from the corner of my eye saw Grayson staring at my revealed chest. I slipped on his shirt and walked back over to where he lied on the bed. He scooted over to make room for me, and I cuddled into his side.

“That was hot,” Grayson whispered in my ear. I laughed.

“It was your hand,” I replied with a grin.

title: redamancy

rating: t

pairing: kagehina

tags: fluff, just PURE fluff, post-canon/aged up (theyre in college), long distance relationship, bathing together. guess whos in volleyball hell again! its me


Hinata laughs behind him, and it’s just as beautiful as it’s ever been. It’s been almost two months since Tobio heard that laugh in person. God, he missed his boyfriend.

It’s with that thought that he un-tangles their hands and turns around so they face each other. Hinata, still laughing, asks, “What’re you doing?”

“Kissing you,” Tobio says, before doing just that.

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Drive Thru (Jungkook, You) Part 2

Originally posted by jibeom

as promised, I’d write a part 2 :) Enjoy! 

Sorry for corrections.. I was slightly sleepy while editing this so there might be some typos. /peace/

Part 1

“Home sweet home!!!”

Jungkook shook his head amusedly as he watched Jimin slump against the couch of their living room; a sleepy grin plastered on his lips. It’s been weeks since they’ve been home like this after flying to several locations for their Epilogue tour. Not to mention the KCON events that took place in Paris, New York, and L.A in between.

Jungkook practically lived in airports and hotel rooms for the past few weeks with his members and being home right now, knowing that he would be sleeping in his own bed, fills him with great joy.

Upon entering his bedroom, he immediately went to his desk and opened his backpack. And with a smile, retrieved a scarlet rectangular box. He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was 6:30 PM.

Perfect, he thought; knowing you would be ending your classes in an hour or so.

He looked down at the box once again and opened it, revealing a slim silver bracelet with a few charms he had collected as he toured from country to country.

Jungkook knew you hated fancy gifts like this but he also knew you well enough (you’ve been his friend since middle school, back when he was a scrawny gamer geek) to know that you loved the sentimental gifts the most. You were one of those “it’s the thought that counts” and while Jungkook was a firm believer in big gifts and grand presents are what makes the world go round, it was one of the things he liked most about you.

“I never thought you were into pretty bracelets, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook jumped and looked up suddenly, snapping the box shut in the process. Namjoon looked down at him amusedly before making his way to his bed.

“It’s not for me.” Jungkook explained with a huff.

“I know. For Y/N, right?” He replied, and Jungkook sighed with a slight nod. He never really tried to deny or hide his crush on you from his members considering that Jungkook was as transparent as a glass window as Yoongi would often say. Everyone knew he liked you from the very first moment Jungkook introduced you to them.

“Birthday gift?”

“Just… a gift.”

At that Namjoon looked at him skeptically. “Doesn’t she like… have a boyfriend?”

“Your point?” Jungkook said flatly, trying his hardest not to sound too bitter. He was still not completely accepting of the idea of you and Jinsoo dating. He didn’t exactly dislike the guy but he wasn’t someone he would like to be friends with either. Jungkook was glad he was too busy with his own job for you to even suggest the idea of hanging out together with him.

Namjoon raised his hands up in surrender. “Just saying, if my girlfriend got gifts from good-looking idol best friends then I have every right to feel threatened. Not to mention jealous…”

“You think I’m good-looking?” Jungkook said cheekily and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Your confidence is shooting to the roof nowadays, Joon hyung. What’s got you so high?”

“I’m trying to give you serious relationship advice here and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” He said, mocking a hurt expression.

“What’s the advice, exactly?” Jungkook chuckled slightly as he slipped the box back into his bag. “We’re just friends…”

“Yeah, friends.” he emphasized, and Jungkook caught a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “One-sided love can get ugly, Jungkook-ah. Especially when the other side is already taken…”

At that Jungkook was silenced, knowing it was true. But he knew his morals and he most definitely knew when to draw the line. You were taken so he knew his place. He wasn’t the type of guy to ruin someone’s relationship just so he could steal you away.

Even if his heart was screaming for him to do so.

“I’m not going to do anything, hyung.” Jungkook looked at him seriously, not even denying that fact that he had feelings for you. It was a little funny and pathetic, how the only person he would never admit it to was you.

Namjoon hummed as he lay against the headboard of his bed. “Yeah,” he said just as he placed his headphones over his ears. “That’s what they all say.”


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