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Walking Out During Fight~BTS Scenario

I love freaking angst, tell me if I should do a part 2 or not.



Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Y/n!” His voice echos through the wall, it made you jump from the spot you were at on your bed. Your hair a slight mess from against the pillow, and your eyes puffy from how tried you have been. Your job had been pushing you and pushing you leading to late nights and longs mornings.

“Yes Jin?” You call out following where his voice was, as you step into the kitchen he looks around. Dishes piled up making you tilit you head. swearing you had done them.

“What is this?” He asks pointing to the mess of the kitchen you frown as your hand reachs to run through your hair.“You have one job, one that I plead is just with you to do the dishes. Just to clean them so when I get home I can make dinner.”

“Jin, I’m sorry I swear I did. Okay I’ll do them now. Okay?” You grumble going to the sink only making him slam his hand down onto the counter

“That’s not the fucking point Y/n! I wanted them done before I got home, from a long day at the studio. Being an idol is not easy Y/n. So I can make you and I dinner. But you know your lazy ass doesn’t even kn-”

“Lazy! I’m lazy?! I work 12 hour shifts daily and the past week over time due to my company and another company joining and us being under fucking stafed. So sorry Jin, I get that being an idol is hard but it’s not the only tiring job out there!” You push past him, and walk to the door, your hand pulling shoes over your feet.

“Y/n!” He yells after you a worried look on his face.

“Nope.” You grumble opening and slamming the door walking away.


Originally posted by dreamyoongi

“No Yoongi it isn’t like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble under your breath, his head snaps to you with a raised eyebrow. He had been working in BTS comback none stop which is perfectly fine. But now that ‘Her’ is out you believed he would’ve slowed down and actually spend time at home, with you. But here he was sitting at his computer, his fingers typing away and you sitting on the couch picking your at your fingernails.

“What was that?” He grumbles making me glare as you look back at him.

“What do you think?” You snapped making him spin around in his chair and look at you.

“I’m working. You understand that, don’t you?” He pleaded with you, his eyes looking at yours as you shrugged. “Y/n, come on,you know this is important to me!”

“So happy to know where I stand.” You mumble standing up, opening the door you hear his chair fall onto the ground.

“You walk out I swear to go-”

“Isn’t like your home at all to come through with your threat. So their just like your promise, empty and full of lies.”


Originally posted by boo-t-s

You had been waiting for him to come home from practice, which should’ve ended an hour ago. Which ut did due to the group chat blowing up with memes and lame jokes from Jungkook and Jin. But you sunshine still has not come bounding through the door, and when he did he was sweating his hair sticking to his forehead. “Hobi where were you?” You question him, his dark eyes look at you then to the floor. His dance bag dropping to the floor as he shrugs.

“Practice,Y/n.” He mumbled his body moving past yours, your grew worried when he bumped into you and winced. “Fuck.”

“Oh honey, let me he-” he cut you off with a growl, his eyes holding a cold glare at you.

“No, I don’t need help. With my dance, or with anything. God just leave me the fuck alone.”

“I just wanted to help.” You whisper ,your head bowing making him scoff.

“Just go away god!” His eyes watch you, a cold stare making a shiver run through your body.

“Fine.” You numble turn on your heel, and walking out the door slamming it behind you.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by slapmon

Spinning around in his work chair you couldn’t help but click your tongue. He was busy with memorizing the lyrics and you thought bringing him dinner would be a nice Jester since he probably wouldn’t be coming home. But before you had grabbed you things to join him, he texted the grop cjat, with you in it and was ranting about how needed space, the boy didnt even hint at him typing and sending it to the group chat with you in it. So it was no surprise when he came into his studio his face went fom joyfuy and full of excitement do confusion and annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, when you grabbed the bag of food, a single boxof rice and some pork and tossed veggies his smile grew again. “Oh, thank you babe.” You smile at him then grab another bag.

“Change of clothes, blanket, some shampoo and bathing stuff so you don’t have to steal Suga-oppas, a few notebooks.” His eues widen as you stand up.

“Your not staying?"his question made you raise your eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to?” His face fellll as he shook his head no. 'The why ask?“

"Because you usally do, and I was hoping you werent because I love you but Ive fel-”

“Sufficated? Trapped, yesh I know, wrong group chat by the way.” Your words made his eyes widen as he went to grab your hand.

“You wer-”

“I know, but I did.” You whisper made his step back as you push past him

“I love you.” He mumbled making a tears fall.

“Do you love being with me though.” And you walked out his studio making his heart break.


Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Jimin just stop!” You snapped as he tried to push himself to workout, his body falling to the ground. That dudnt even stop him, his eyes glare at you as he stand and starts to do it again. “You know what fine, faint for exhaustion and dehydration for all I care!”

“Can you support me for once?!” He growls stopping his body turning to you as he limped over the sorness of his muscles finally getting to him.

“Not when your destroying yourself. God Park Jimin.” You say as he stands in front of you.

“I’m not destroying myself, you’re just holding me back!” At this you turn on your heel and walk out making him go and try to chace after you onlynto fall to the ground calling for you.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Stop being a child!” Your voice screamed at him, his body sitting down on your shared bed. He had chosen to hide you cell phone and laptop which you needed due to a very important project you were doing in s group.

“Baby I gave them back don’t be all pissy about it.” His words made you roll your eyes as you cross your arms.

“I couldve been done with my part, and spent the rest of the night with you and actually get some sleep. But you had to be a little brat and waste all of my time!” He let’s out a laugh quickly covering it up with a cough. You scoff and turn around and walk out of the room.

“Now who’s being a child!”

“At least I know when to stop being one!” And slam with the front door echoing in his ears.


Originally posted by 7bboys

“Can you not be a child for once.” He snaps making you jump back,the rest of the boys looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kook she was just laughing.” Jin spoke putting a hand on your back. Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to his video game.

“Yeah, I know. It’s her trying to be cite laugh and it-”

“Shut up Jeon Jungkook.” You snap, crossing your arms, your lower lip jutting out naturally.

“See now you’re doing the stupid pouty lip thing.” He grumbled making you glare at him, he rolls his eyes at you pausing his game.

“Piss off you asshole.” You say standing ip, his eyes watching as you walk out of the dorms.

Part 2 is split up in two parts {Vocal Line} {Rap line}

Okay so you know that trope in fics where after Harry comes out, Ron asks him if he ever looked at him that way? Usually his response is relief but like, what if it wasn’t? What if it went like…

Ron: What do you mean you’ve never?
Harry: Well, you’re like my brother. It would be too weird.
Ron: Not even once?
Harry: Nope.
Ron: But you’ve thought about Malfoy?
Harry: Um, recently, yeah.
Ron: I’m gonna need a 20 inch essay on what Malfoy has that i don’t.
Harry: It’s not like that! Hermione, help me out here.
Ron: Is it the hair?
Hermione: I doubt that’s it, he used to like Ginny. Maybe it’s more about posture.
Harry: *hitting his head to the desk and groaning*
Ron: I’m taller than he is Harry and he’s a bit skinny to be honest. I have more bulk, you know? Wait, where are you going? I’m a bloody catch, come back!
Hermione, snickering: There there, Ronald. I know you are.


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"Are you serious? Do you have to do this now?" with ChloNath please. Make them better

Today’s drabble is dedicated to @twindoodle to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! All of your art gives me life and you are too cute and your Chlonath is ridiculously on point. I hope you have a wonderful day full of the loveliest of things!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and finally Part 4:

“Are you serious?” Nathaniel hissed, glancing around. “Do you have to do this now?”

Chloe squared her shoulders and nodded, standing tall on the class table. It had been four weeks since their late night talk in her bedroom. Four weeks since she had decided to do better, to be better. She still had a long way to go but she was working on it and this, she had decided at three in the morning while hopped up on an energy drink, was the best way to work towards fixing things with Nathaniel. He had easily fallen into the role of her support and encouragement, but he deserved more than that. He deserved acknowledgement.

Their classmates were looking up at her expectantly and Chloe suddenly realized how ridiculous she must look standing on top of the desk. She stamped down the urge to sneer at them but still tilted her chin up defiantly. 

“You don’t need to do this,” Nathaniel said quietly. “Come down.”

“Hush. Everyone look at me, I have something to say,” she announced.

“We gathered that when you climbed up on the desk,” Alya replied dryly but Chloe ignored her.

“I like Nathaniel Kurtzberg. I think he’s great and he’s really cute and God help me, but I love his stupid red hair.”

Nathaniel flushed but a smile spread across his mouth.

“He’s a wonderful person and doesn’t put up with my crap and deserves so much more but…” Chloe trailed off, suddenly unsure of where to go. 

Nathaniel was looking up at her, brows beginning to knit together in the first sign of concern.

“He deserves more,” Chloe said quietly, nodding to herself. The weight of the eyes on her suddenly felt too heavy and she began to falter. She glanced down at the floor, wondering how to get down quickly and without making a bigger fool of herself.

The desk swayed under her feet for a moment and her breath caught in her chest when she saw Nathaniel climbing up on the desk with her. He straightened and stood beside her, shaking his head. “You just had to wear the heels, didn’t you?”

“You guys look ridiculous together,” Alix commented, “but I guess it works.”

“If you’re the reason she hasn’t been quite as heinous, long live Chlonath,” Juleka muttered.

“I knew you liked their ship name,” Rose squealed, squeezing her girlfriend’s arm.

“I’m not the reason for anything,” Nathaniel corrected. “Chloe made the decision to change.” He reached for her hand and she took it gratefully. “She’s pretty great.”

“Thank you for giving me a chance.”

He grinned. “I was about to say the same thing to you.” He reached up on his toes to kiss her and their classmates whooped and clapped.

“This is really great, you guys,” Nino said, looking up at them, “but do you mind getting off my desk now?”

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Good Enough | ten

Genre: artschool!AU | angst??? fluff i guess, loads of sarcasm and anxiety and some swearing because i have a foul mouth

member: ten / reader (3rd person perspective !!)

word count: fukin who knows- loads???

Note: there will be a part 2 !!

summary: the one where ten stresses her out but also calms her down.

part: one | two

Originally posted by 94wnd

It’s been two years since she’s known him, but she still finds herself in awe at the way he dances when he thinks nobody’s watching. During class he does what the teacher tells him, doesn’t bring attention to himself other than when he talks too much and never shows off. He jokes around and laughs with friends he makes in, literally, five seconds and he loves to annoy her.

He tells her that her posture’s off, or she’s doing a move wrong- does she need help? He points out the state of her hair and doesn’t tell her when she really is doing a move wrong. He watches her a little more than the others because she’s the only one he’s actually interested in. the other’s show their best moves in an attempt to make friends- she doesn’t. She shows what she can do when she’s asked, and even then he’s pretty sure she holds back because she doesn’t want the attention. 

It’s not until a late tuesday evening when he’s dragging his feet down the corridor in the Dance wing of the school that he hears music slithering through the cracks of one of the practice rooms. The door is firmly shut so he crouches slightly, looking through the hazy glass to see a figure spinning through the dim light. She’s on the tip of her toe, her body straining to stay upright and the tenseness in her leg muscles make it look like they’re screaming. He pushes the door open slightly to get a better look but doesn’t notice her eyes falling in him. 

“What are you staring at?” Her voice cuts through the melody and he catches her eyes in the mirror.

He shrugs and cocks his head, “Nothing.” But there’s a tone to his voice that bugs her.

She wrinkles her nose when he doesn’t make any move to leave, “Can I help you?” she asks sarcastically, lowing her leg and turning to face him. 

He narrows his eyes, “How’s your arabesque?” He asks curiously.

She frowns, “Just as good as yours, Why?”

He coughs and wrinkles his nose, “Do you know how to do an attitude devant while being carried?” He continues. 

She sighs, placing her hands on her hips, “Seriously what do you want?” she demands hotly. 

He wrinkles his nose, “I need a partner for the showcase.” He blurts unceremoniously- god he was trying to be subtle.

She frowns, pausing the music and then places  her hands on her hips as pants make their way out of her lips, “And this concerns me how?” She asks tiredly.

He rolls his eyes, “Let me rephrase. I want you to be my partner for the showcase.”

She swallows, well aware of the red that flares up her cheeks, hidden by the make up on her face. She pushes her hair away from her eyes, dragging the sweat from her forehead and ignoring her heartbeat that has suddenly become more prominent. “Suddenly my dancing is good enough for you?” She cocks her head.

He titters a laugh and shakes his head, “Think of it as me helping you get better.”

She scoffs, “Thanks but no thanks, I already have a partner.”

He narrows his eyes, “What Johnny? He can barely pirouette. “

She stands back at the bar in the middle of the room, “Isn’t he your friend?” She asks curiously.

He waves her off, “Not important, I’d be a way better partner than that green giant.”

She glares at him in the mirror, “Why don’t you ask all those girls who are dying to dance with you, they’re practically begging you to be their partner.”

He smirks, “None are as good as you.” but he’s got a mocking tone to his voice.

She scoffs, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Ten’s sitting in the student lounge area on the top floor of the school, buried into a couch with his legs up on the arm and headphones in her ear. He flickers through a fashion magazine of some kind and circles something with a pen that he then traps between his teeth.

“What did you say to Johnny?”

He looks up to find her looming over with with pursed lips and hard eyes. He sighs loudly and pulls out his headphones, “What?” he asks.

“What did you say?” She snaps angrily, sitting on the coffee table before him.

“I’ve said a lot of things princess.” He reminds sarcastically, flicking the page over of the magazine. 

“To Johnny.” she deadpans “He’s not my partner anymore and you said something to him.” She assures, pointing a finger in his direction.

He shrugs, “I asked to switch.” He circles something in the magazine again, “Johnny has a crush on my partner so I offered for them to be in close quarters.”

she grunts angrily, snatching the magazine away from his hands, “I’m not an object you can trade and I don’t want to be your partner.”

He sits up, narrowing his eyes, “Why not?” He asks curiously.

She glares at him, “Because…” she trails off, “Just because okay?” She snaps quickly to cover up the flander.

He scoffs, “Well, everyone else is partnered up so you’ll have to talk to Mr Kim about doing it alone.”

Mr Kim says no.

She slams the door on her way out.


“I’m thinking we should do a jack frost, ice queen, narnia thing. We could dress up in a kind of blue theme have an incredible set on stage-” 


She looks up from the rolls of blue ribbon she has in between her fingers and narrows her eyes, “Excuse me?”

He shrugs, crossing his legs and pulling the beanie off his head. His hair is a mess, like it’s been through a violent wind and he tries to tame the strands that stand upright. “It’s a dumb idea.” He adds, “It’s such an overused theme and I already have a better one.” He assures, reaching into his backpack for a magazine. 

“You didn’t even listen to all of it!” She cries and then purses her lips and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself down.

“Okay look,” he starts “I was thinking a chic theme, something like Michael Jackson thriller meets women in dope suits and and a mafia of some kind.” He opens the magazine that she now realises is vogue and opens it to a page. 

She rolls her eyes, “a mafia?”

He starts pointing to pictures he circled and waving his arms around, he says something about ties and tap dancing and his eyes shimmer with excitement as he tells the tale of what he thinks they should perform. She watches him talk, watches the wonder and excitement grow in his eyes and she smiles, a slow grin forming across her lips 

“Are you even listening to anything I’m saying?”

She blinks and realises he’s stopped talking and is now staring at her. She quickly wrinkles her nose and flattens her lips, “No because I already know it’s a dumb idea.” she blurts.

He glares at her, “You’re only saying that because I rejected yours.”

She shrugs, “So what, we both have veto, I veto no.”

He sighs loudly, falling back onto the floor and hitting himself on the forehead with the vogue magazine- he’s definitely going to bruise. “You’re impossible.


Its three o'clock in the morning when they stop practising, both their bodies crash to the floor in haphazard manners because they’re exhausted and neither can move. His head is on her calf and her back is on the floor with her arms wide open so she can cool down.

“You did better than last week.” he points out.

Her chest is heaving for all the exercise they both just did but she manages to scoff a disbelieving laugh, “You should learn when not to say things.”

“What would be the fun in that?” He deadpans.

She sits up in her elbows and jerks her leg so his head shuffles a little, just to piss him off, “No fun, just kindness.”

He shrugs, “There’s kindness in honesty.” He points out.

She smiles softly, “Not in yours.”

While she’s probably right, he doesn’t say anything. Only purses his lips and slowly sits up, running his fingers through his hair. “Alright, let’s go home. 

She groans, “Oh fuck I forgot.”

He frowns, “What?”

“I promised my roommate I’d go to this party with her tonight.” She reaches into her bag and groans when she looks at her phones screen. 5 missed calls, 4 messages.

Hey, where are you?

Babe I need ur help to pick out a dress !

I’m assuming you’re not coming ://

You better have a good reason I swear to god I can’t believe you made me go alone !


“Were you hit by a car?” Jia asks, crossing her arms 

The other woman shakes her head, “No- 

“Were you abducted by aliens? Offered an audition at some kind of talent company? Did a direct member of your family die?” She adds, her lips pursed.

The other woman rolls her eyes, “No, no, and god no Jesus. 

“You promised!” Jia cries, pouting- and while she knows she’s already forgiven she must tread carefully.

“I know I’m sorry.” She blurts quickly, “I got caught up with practice and then it got to midnight and Ten said we should try a-”

“What?” Jia interrupts, wide eyes slowly shimmering with excitement. “There’s a boy?” She adds excitedly.

“There’s no boy.” She deadpans rapidly before Jia goes too far.

She narrows her eyes, “Ten? The dancer? The one with the jawline?”

She other girl widens hers, “Jia…” she warns carefully, “He’s just my partner for the showcase.”

Jia smirks, “I thought you didn’t like him.” 

The other cocks her head from left to right and shrugs, “He’s okay sometimes.” she falls dramatically into the sofa, “You know, when he’s not talking.” she adds.

Jia wags a finger, “You’re a shitty liar.”

She scoffs, “You like to reach. 

This is when Jia jumps for joy, “Oh, you like him I can tell!”

“I do not.” She cries adamantly, burying her face in a sofa cushion with a loud groan.

“Oh my god are you blushing?” Jia smirks, trying to pry the cushion away from her fingers.

“Go away.” 


There’s a knock at her front door that doesn’t stop even when she groans loudly. “Go away.” She huffs, pulling the covers over her shoulders until the sound is muffled in her ears.  The banging stops and she hears voices talking, oh good, jia’s dealing with it.

But then footsteps approach her door and there’s a soft knock, “Can I come in?”


She frowns, “What do you want?” She asks through her sore throat.

He steps in, letting in too much light that her sensitive eyes can handle and then shuts the door quickly behind him when he notices her sneering. “Are you okay?” He asks, dropping his bag on the floor and walking over to her 

She groans, “I have the plague.”

He stops walking, “What?”

She laughs slightly and then groans again, but this time at the pain in her head, “Not the actual plague.”

He breathes, “Oh.”

She nearly laughs again, but the warning pain prevents her, “I’m ill.” she states, like it isn’t obvious.

He nods sarcastically and wide eyed like he’s speaking to a child, “I can tell. 

She let’s her eyes flutter closed and squeezes herself deeper into the covers, “Why are you here?” She mumbles.

He wrinkles his nose, “I didn’t believe you.” He states honestly.

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t open them- he gets the message anyway, “Okay goodbye.” She mumbles.

“What do you mean goodbye, friends starts in ten minutes.” He states, reaching for the duvet above her shoulders and peeling it away from her, “So you’re going to get out of bed and watch friends while I make you something to eat.”

She frowns, shivering at the sudden cold she experiences on her exposed limbs and rubs her eyes, “What? You’re staying?” She asks, confused 

He nods, “Yep, Jia has lectures and asked that I keep an eye on you.” He assures 

She rolls her eyes, “Jia doesn’t have any lectures today.” She mutters under her breath.

He laughs slightly and her heart skips a beat, “Well, I’m here now and if you don’t get any better then I won’t have a partner.” He reminds 

She sits up, painfully slow and then shakes her head, “So you’re doing this for you, not for my health?” She rectifies.

He pauses with a frown. He smiles and then nods, “Yep.

While ten thought that dragging her out of her bed would force her to move around, she seems to have simply migrated onto the sofa and cuddled up in a blanket. She is however watching friends and he knows this because every few minutes he hears her breathe a laugh. She may be Ill but ten still thinks she looks beautiful when she laughs- not that he’d tell her.

He sits behind the kitchen counter with textbooks laid out on the table and a pen between his teeth. His eyebrows are pinched in the middle of his forehead and his eyes are narrowed- she’s watching and he notices. “You’re staring.” He points out, not looking up.

She huffs, “You said you’d make me food.” She mutters bitterly, obviously not letting on that she was staring for another reason.

He chuckles, “I did.” He reminds.

She huffs again, “I’m still hungry.”

He looks up with a grin but she just pouts, “You said you were going to throw up if you kept eating.” He points out, twisting the pen in his fingers.

She wrinkles her nose and looks back at the TV, “That was before.” She mumbles, “Now I’m hungry.”

He scoffs, “Your stomach is a void.”

She flicks her finger in his direction and glares, “You’re mean.”

He laughs- fuck don’t stare again- and shakes his head, “Alright I’ll order a pizza or something.”

“What are you working on?” She asks, desperate for a distraction.

He glances at her between his lashes and then goes back to writing, “I’m choreographing.” He states, “I’ve come up with new moves for our performance.”

She holds her hands out, “Show me.” She asks softly with a kind look in her eyes.

He shakes his head nonetheless, “Not yet.”

She frowns, “Why not?”

He shrugs, the pen scratching into the paper, “They’re not ready.”

She shrugs, “So what, I want to see them.”

He looks up, “Why?”

She cocks her head, “It’s like watching an artist paint. The final piece doesn’t affect you as much unless you were there for the process.”

He smiles, like he’s never been complimented in his life and her heart skips again at the bashfulness in his grin, “You’re something else princess.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Yeah an invalid, you think I’m gonna walk over there to look at them? You have legs.”

Jia comes home from her fake lectures at about ten in the evening and finds them curled up on the couch, closer than either of them will admit 

She smiles but doesn’t wake them up.


“Can you stop that?” Ten asks, glancing up before going back to his work.

She stares, “What?”

“Your leg.” He states, reaching underneath to table to tap her knee with a pen, “You keep bouncing it.”

She narrows her eyes, “It’s a nervous tick.” she says and then pretty violently flips the page of her textbook.

“Well it’s ticking me off.” He replies just as quickly.

“I’m nervous.” She reiterates.

He rolls his eyes, “There’s no point.”

Wow, thanks for that reassurance, I feel much better.” She sneers impatiently.

“We did our best.” He states, his pen halting on the paper and he looks up at her, “There’s nothing we can do now so stop worrying and eat your bagel.”

She huffs, reluctantly taking a bite and taps her fingers on the table, again, and again, and again. He stops writing and looks up at her, “What?” She asks.

He sighs loudly and drops his pen, “Your anxiety isn’t going to change anything.”

She glares at him, “I can’t help it.”

He shrugs, “I know that, I was trying to reassure you.”

She narrows her yes, “How did you know?”

He glances at her, “What? That you have anxiety?” She nods and he takes a breath, leaning back in his seat, “I don’t know, I kind of just added things up. Little things- like panicking over our progress result or having to fix everything all the time or that time when I saw you reciting what you were going to say to Mr Kim before you went into his office.” He states nonchalantly, the pen twisting between his fingers.

She wrinkles her nose, “Have you been stalking me?” She asks, cocking her head.

He grins and shakes his, “Just caring.”

She smiles carefully, looking away and eating her bagel, “I thought you didn’t like me.”

He frowns, “Why would you ever think that?” He practically demands but not angrily, more confused.

She shrugs, “I don’t know, you just take the piss all the time.”

He titters a laugh, “And you thought that meant I didn’t like you?”

She shrugs, “Yeah.”

He just shakes his head, “Of course - Oh wait, Mr Kim emailed me.”

She sits upright, her eyes wide and she bites her lip, “What does it say?”

They get an 92 for their progress and both of them jump up with huge grins etched across their face as then pull each other in for a hug.

They hold on for a little bit too long and when they pull apart their lips are close enough that neither can pretend nothing is happening- but neither is quite ready to go there yet.

“I should… go.” She breathes. 

He nods slowly, his hands on the exposed skin of her hips, “Yeah.”

part: one | two


bts member : jungkook x reader 

Genre: angst /smut 

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

| two | three | four

“excuse me miss “ the train supervisor said gently 

yeah how can i help you ‘ you said lifting your head up from the magazine you were reading it was your first time taking a train to somewhere out of Seoul and you felt exciting finally able to experience many things you dreamt since you were a kid 

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Prompt: Hey! Could you do 56 with Jay Halstead? Thank you.

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

Pairing: Jay Halstead/Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Triggers: Sadness; but happy ending.

“Halstead and Y/L/N. Get in that house and arrest him! You get a shot, you take it!” Voight ordered over the walkie-talkie.“You got it, Sarge.” Jay replied, climbing out of the truck, Y/N in pursuit. Guns up, they made their way to the front door.“Gerald Hughes! Chicago PD. Open up!” Hearing a female scream, Halstead pushed Y/N back a bit before kicking the door down. Searching the house, they said clear, various times; before ending up at the basement.

“Stop. Both of you. Guns on the ground.” T hey heard the male order, gun pointed at them. Swallowing harshly, Y/N looked over at Jay; earning a nod from him. Y/N slowly placed her gun on the ground the same time as Jay.“Hey, man. We’ve got all kinds of police on the way, so if I were you, I’d just walk away.” Jay pleaded. “Why? So you can shoot me in the back, Jay? It’s what you’re best at.” He replied. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.“How does he know your name, Jay?” She asked him.

“He didn’t tell you, baby? Come on now, Jay. Jay and I were bestfriends, we we’re in the force together, long before mouse came along.” He informed her. “Now, I’m gonna let you watch him die!” He shouted, shooting Jay three times. “No!” Y/N cried out, running over to him. Jay screamed out in pain. Grabbing the gun in her boot, she whipped around and shot the offender multiple times. “Officer down, offender shot. Possible victim somewhere else in the house!” Y/N cried over the radio, her voice breaking.

“Hey, hey. Don’t you dare die on me, Halstead.” She whimpered, putting pressure on his wounds.“I need you, okay? Help will be here soon."Come on, baby.” She whispered, running a hand through his hair.‘Y/N! Halstead!“ She heard Voight and the rest of the unit yell."Basement! We need an ambulance.” She cried out.

“Oh my God.” Erin spoke, running over the the female who was down. Dawson and Brett ran down the steps, bringing a stretcher. Ruzek and Atwater helped get the victims upstairs. After a few hours of being at the hospital, Will finally came out to greet Y/N. “He’s stable, awake, and responsive.” Y/N let out a sob, hugging Will.“Thank God. Can I come see him?” Will nodded giving her a soft smile.“Go for it.”

Dance With Me

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3631

Request:  Hello! Idk if u do requests based on songs but ‘It won’t Kill ya’ by the chainsmokers is amazing and I just pictured this scene like it’s that Party at Derek’s house with the neon lights, and all that y/n can think about is dancing with Stiles but cant bc they’re best friends and that’d weird, she has a huge crush on him, kinda angsty in the middle but fluff af in the end bc obvsly Stiles likes her back?? It’s ok if u dont do it tho, ily anyways ♡♡ keep doing awesome writing by anonomoose!

Author’s Note: I thought this was cute. I hope you think so as well! Thanks to my amazing friend @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!!

Originally posted by inveens

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My Pictures for Astrology

So, I am a visual thinker, meaning I think in pictures. Every word in every part of my native language and second language is tied to a picture that I associate with the word. Well, here is a little thing that I have come up with to help all of my followers who need some help with astrology.

Aries: A motorcycle ride down some God-forsaken highway. The wind runs through your hair as the landscape rushes by in a blur. You feel so alive and free. Everything comes alive at this moment forward. The rush of adrenaline pumps your heart faster and faster. What a day to be alive!

Taurus: A ringlet of flowers woven in hair with big, round, doe eyes and a calming voice reminds me of Taurus. Cool moss between your toes and the sun on your face with the smell of honeysuckles and wildflowers in the summer wind. Big puffy white clouds in the clearest of blue skies as you lay in the sun bathing in its warmth.

Gemini: Two little kids in a library, ducking between shelves and climbing up for the best books. The two make lots of noise and blame it on bystanders. Their whispers sound like the rustling of books and make the finest authors hang their head in shame.

Cancer: Knit sweaters in the winter and homemade ice cream in the summer, makes me think of the Crab. Little kids clinging to their mom or kisses on boo-boos make the world feel more like a home instead of a house. Everything has a family, and it radiates with care.

Leo: The lights grow dim in the theater as the audience rustles in their seats. A hush spreads through the auditorium as the spell is woven on the stage. All of the light and attention is on one place. Every ounce of creativity is manifested into this production. The actor takes a bow and roses are thrown on the stage.

Virgo: The smell of lemons permeates the air as the nurses make their rounds. The routine is always the same, but everyday is an adventure. Check on Miss Bonnie and Miss Claris and make sure they take their morning pills. Say hello to Mr. Crockett as he rides down the hall to physical therapy. Though everyone is sick and on the verge of death, the nurses bring comfort and care.

Libra: Your partner just told you they love you on the rooftop dinner-date. It was cheesy and cliche, but you are a sucker for things like that. Everything felt like a Hallmark movie, predictable yet enjoyable, all except for this moment. You lean in and you kiss the other. Everything under the starry skies and full moon seems to be shrouded in a rose-colored lens.

Scorpio: Just under the surface of the sea lies an abyss that we hardly know of. What lurks underneath? Monster of epic proportions? Creatures from horror tales? A cold, dark abyss is what lies beneath. But, under it all, life still finds a way, and beauty somehow remains in strange forms.

Sagittarius: A blue suitcase being thrown on the bed and shoved full of clothes for the next however-many-days. Passport, check, plane ticket, check, now where is that–there it is! Money isn’t going to be much of an issue; the experience is the cool part. Pack up the car, kids, we’re going on a trip! The map is upside down, but your feelings and excitement guide the way.

Capricorn: You finally made it. You have just hiked the longest trail that you have ever seen in your life, and you just hit the peak of the mountain. It is still really cold because the sun hasn’t quite come up yet. But, here is comes. The small rays peak over the horizon hit your face with warmth. You made it.

Aquarius: You’re falling but not really falling because it isn’t down you’re going; it is up. You’re falling upwards with balloons of all different colors tied to your feet. Past the clouds and up to the stars where you see star dust and spacecrafts whizzing by your head. You gotta post this to Snapchat!

Pisces: There is a pond underneath a willow tree, deep within the woods. Two tiny fish swim around in circles as the sky is illuminated with magnificent starlight overhead. The whole world’s energy drains into the pond. Though it feels so lonely here, you feel the entire cosmos saying, “We love you.”

À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU:  Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part: Thirteen / Twelve / Eleven / Ten / Nine / Eight / Seven / Six / Five / Four / Three / Two / One

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Suggestive Situations.

Originally posted by wintaery

You jolted as a boney finger pressed into your cheek.  Opening you eyes, you looked up at Jin.  He had changed clothes and stood almost innocently before you.

Light blue checkered pajamas draped over his long legs and the waistband of his red briefs shown.  He now donned a pair of black, rimless glasses.  His shoulders were able to breathe as he lacked a tee shirt.  Jin’s face had a few new scratches, and a small bruise on the highlight of his cheek, similar to the wounds he had the day of your date. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched you slowly wake up, taking in your surroundings.  The collar hurt your neck.  

“Where’s the remote?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“You can stop acting coy.  I know you hid it.”

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anonymous asked:

I loved the story where Plumette is pregnant, could we have a follow up story where Lumiere sees the baby for the first time? Please?

oh my god, what a good prompt

he is so afraid he is going to lose her. his hands hurt from wringing them, from pinching out every finger and running thumbs against his palms as he listens to her scream. I thought children came into the world tenderly, tenderly, he thinks, not bathed in blood and wet and screaming and Plumette

Another scream from her. Cogsworth has to put a hand on his arm to keep Lumiere from throwing himself into the room. Mrs. Potts and Belle laid out strict orders: no coming in, no pacing just inside the door, you’ll worry her by being worried, she knows you’re just outside but she doesn’t need you now.

I need her, he tells Cogsworth. I need her safe.

A maid runs by again—the last of many in just this hour—grabbing herbs, cloths, rags, Lumiere can’t keep a hold of how many things they need to yank his wife open and pull out a screaming ball of life. I knew being human was messy, he tells Cogsworth. I did not know it could make me so afraid.

Adam comes by and stands, useless, hoping his very presence can help calm his friend down. Lumiere’s hair is on end from waiting, from hoping—oh, god, mon dieu, mon ange, it is so silent now, they have killed Plumette, his dearest has gone silent at last.

A tiny, tiny cry. Oh, mon dieu, he calls out, unaware he looks mad, the last cry of her sweet, sweet life—Plumette, cherie, cherie

Adam is holding his arm, smiling, why are they smiling, Cogsworth is beaming and relaxed his grip. What is there to smile at, when Plumette is dead and life is dead and the palace has gone silent too.

“She’s alive,” Adam whispers. “Lumiere, she’s alive.”

Sacre bleau. Of all the suns—

Mrs. Potts and Belle can’t hold the door shut; he flies through it so fast and doesn’t hear Adam’s “ouch” as the prince follows and touches the molten handle of the door. Lumiere is at her bed in a moment, diving through the feathers that ripped through the mattresses and searching her out amid the candlelight. When did it get so dark? When did they bring out the candles? Lumiere has spent so long thinking of Plumette he did not realize the sun had set. He hides his hands—he always expects them to be on fire, now, he doesn’t dare touch or burn her—and stares into her sweet, sweet face, streaked with sweat but so alive. Oh, ma cherie, she is so alive, he whispers, talking to nothing. 

“Yes,” says Plumette, whispering back, “she is so alive. Look, mon amour,” and holds out something for his still-red hands. 

Lumiere has known what it is like for all time to stop and your heart to stop beating, but he never knew it could be exquisite. Last time, it was like a dulling of death, this time—so much life

“I cannot speak,” he whispers, “She is—she is magnifique. She is light.”

“She does seem to glow,” and Plumette’s laugh is low and steady and exhausted and everything he ever wanted. “Let’s hope she has your fiery spirit.”

Her dusty skin—so small, so soft, so tender. Lumiere has seen magic but never a wonder such as this. Such a tiny thing, smaller than he has ever been, glowing from some secret joy.

“I heard the first cry of her life,” he whispers. “I heard her cry.”

“She is sweet, so sweet, I love her so,” says Plumette, and smiles against her feather pillows, her curls damp against her head.

The child curls her fingers around Lumiere’s hands, soothing the bruises he left. He touches her hands with his, his fingers dancing on her own.

“I think I’ve come alive for the third time of my life,” he whispers, and Plumette smiles. He curls himself in the bed beside her, and she leans against his arms, her own hands touching first him, then the child, a little laughter waltzing between them as the baby sneezes and snores. Plumette fall asleep on his shoulder; Lumiere sleeps too, his lips still pressed to her forehead, his arms still holding the child.

Mrs. Potts shuts the door and damps the candles. “They have a lifetime of light ahead of them,” she says. “Let’s give them a little dark for now.”

Idiots In Love (Connor)

Summary: Connor needs help with babysitting

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Okay, this took me the entirety of Falsettos (actually up to “Jason’s Bar Mitzvah) to complete this and it’s not even 1000 words. But enjoy :)


“Y/N! Thank god you picked up!” Your boyfriend said as you answered the phone.

“Connor what the hell? It’s eight in the morning.” You said, still tired.

“It’s an emergency, I need you to come over, like right now!” He said and you started getting nervous.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, jumping out of bed and brushing your hair.

“I have to babysit.” he said and you dropped your hairbrush.

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Part 3

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  1,557

Author’s Note:  Here’s Part 3! Please enjoy and, if you’re feeling generous, please continue to leave feedback, it’s really helping!

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The threat of hyperventilation bubbled in your chest until you got back to your temporary quarters and securely locked the door. Pressing your back against the steel, you slid to the floor and cupped your head in your hands and took a shuddering breath. Five years, gone.

These people… they showed you so much kindness, concern, but you didn’t know a single face aside from Kirk and Spock and only then because their faces were plastered all over the Enterprise propaganda when you enlisted.

And Scotty… Uhura was right. You’d never seen a grown man cry like that. All you wanted to do was promise him it would all be okay, but what would those words do coming from the mouth of his own wife? And then, you weren’t sure you could make it sound convincing in your state, when every touch made you want to recoil, to protect yourself from this stranger. Guilt tore at your stomach. He didn’t seem like that kind of man, but you couldn’t keep the thoughts from forming.

When you looked at him, you saw nothing. He was a perfectly average looking man, or at least you assumed he’d be if you saw him without red-stained eyes. You didn’t take a close enough look over dinner; you wished you had. His face, his voice, his home meant nothing to you. Like you’d just met for the first time.

What now? you mused.

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talesofakat  asked:

cAN you guys do a "in kihyun head" reaction too? I loved the hoseok one! <3

YES! Here you go~~

In the mind of Kihyun when he sees his crush

  • i swear if hoseok bothers me about cooking ramyeon tonight again
  • i’ll cook him instead
  • little shit
  • you know what
  • i ain’t even gonna cook tonight
  • they can order food
  • i need to relax too, once in a while
  • oh? Y/N?
  • /waves at you/
  • god, she’s flawless
  • oh she’s coming over
  • i swear if i blush or mess up-
  • Hey Y.N~ how are you?
  • she has her hair up today
  • she looks so bright and cute
  • i’m so love sick over her what is this
  • since when am i like this
  • i can’t help it though
  • she’s the most beautiful person i have ever met
  • inside and outside
  • she’s so flawless to me
  • i really need to take her out someday
  • before i lose my chance
  • Y/N, what are you doing tomorrow?
  • please don’t be busy
  • i have a day off tomorrow
  • it would be perfect to go out
  • ..
  • OML
  • YASS
  • Wanna go out for coffee and food tomorrow? My treat.
  • come on
  • please
  • please
  • pl-
  • I’M IN
  • i’m so excited now

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A Wolf’s Love

Robb Stark X Reader

A/N: Love me some Robb, I left this one open to a part 2 in case any one would like that! With Love, Kat.

Words: 1490

Being fostered in Winterfell was an amazing experience for you. Already being a Lady of the North, your parents thought it best if you were brought up by the Starks, their high wealth, intelligence, and status making them an attractive family to foster you. And boy was attractive the right word. Growing up with Robb Stark and Jon Snow was one of your parents’ better ideas.

Today you were in the stables under your own volition because of how much you loved the horses. They were such beautiful creatures with their sleek black and brown hair and their large, loving eyes, you couldn’t help but love petting their necks while they rested their chin on your shoulder.
“Lady Y/N,” a raspy voice said coming from the doorway of the stables.
“Seven hells, Stark! You need to quit sneaking up on me like that,” you yelled as you whipped around to face him, startled at how quiet he approached you. Robb let out a laugh and flashed you a smile that made you weak in the knees. “And for the last time Robb, if you call me Lady again I swear by the old gods and the new that I’ll kick your ass” you said, laughing and walking out of the stables with Robb. Across the courtyard, you spot your best friend, Jon Snow. He was your closest friend here in Winterfell and you would be closer to Robb if you weren’t harboring a massive crush on the man, but you kept your mouth shut on the matter and let your friendship with Robb stay just that, a friendship. You ran up to Jon yelling “Snow!” and wrapping your arms around his neck as he swung you around, you both laughing the whole time.

After the laughing fit subsided, Jon was the first to speak. 

“How was your morning in the stables, Y/N?”
“It was great, Jon. I just adore those horses and we don’t have to dog so I have to love and cuddle something,” you laughed while slapping Jon playfully on the arm. The whole time unaware that Robb was watching your conversation with his arms folded tight across his chest and his jaw clenched. Jon looked over your shoulder at Robb and his his widened a little at the sight of Robb’s tense face, causing you to turn around. By the time you were facing Robb he was in conversation with his best friend, Theon, so you didn’t understand why Jon made the face that he did, but just brushed it off to Snow being Snow. He was a bit strange and brooding sometimes, but you loved him. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jon said “So Y/N, Robb and I are going on a hunt today with his father and some other men, we’ll be leaving shortly.”
“Damn, Snow. I thought you were going to spar with me today, you know, teach me to fight,” you replied, letting your shoulders slump a little in disappointment.
“I know, Y/N. Another day, by the old gods and the new, I swear it,” he said, clearly recognizing and matching your sadness.
“Alright, I have to go learn embroidery with Sansa, Arya, and the Septa now, I’ll see you and Robb when you get back from your hunt. Good luck and be safe, Snow” you said kissing him on the cheek and flitting off into the castle, saying your goodbyes to Robb before you went upstairs to join the Stark girls.

After hours of sewing until your fingers were aching and bleeding a little from the amount of times you accidentally pricked yourself with your needle, it was time to wash up before supper. You loved the Starks, they were your family, and from the second you arrived in Winterfell they made it clear you were one of their own. You joined them for every meal and stood behind them at every royal greeting. While tying the final string to close up the front of your dress, you heard a knock at your door. “Come in!” you said, while looking in the mirror to make sure you hadn’t messed up your braid. Turning around as the door creaked open, you saw Robb Stark standing there. Tall, bearded, and draped in his signature Stark furs, leaning against your doorframe.
“Lad- I mean Y/N, hello, you look ravishing for dinner tonight,” Robb said, pushing himself from his position against your doorframe, walking towards you looking like he’s holding something.
“Stark, what have you got there?” you asked, trying to peek under his furs out of curiosity, Robb was in rare form tonight.
“Oh, you know, just a present for my favorite lady” walking circles around you and emphasizing the word, full knowing how much you disliked being called lady.
“What are you on about?” you couldn’t help but try to peek into his arms again, it was obvious now he was cradling something.
“Close your eyes, Y/N,” Robb said while inching closer to you. You moved and sat down on the bed and closed your eyes.
“Now hold out your hands,” Robb said, his breath on the side of your face startled you, you hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten in the time that you shut your eyes. Doing as you were told, you held out your hands, slightly shaky from anticipation. Suddenly, your hands were greeted with a warm, furry presence that was wiggling in your hands. As your eyes flew open, you saw the curious object, a puppy. A direwolf puppy to be exact.

“Robb! Oh my gods!” you yelled as you placed the puppy down on the furs of your bed and sprung up to capture the eldest Stark in a hug. Robb responded by wrapping his arms quickly around your waist and holding you tightly, saying “I overheard you talking to Jon earlier, about how you wanted a dog. We found these direwolf pups in the woods, their mother was dead, and I knew you would care for it immensely and love it more than anything.”
“Robb, he’s beautiful” you said, tears clouding your vision, “His name will be Caelan.”
“Caelan, aye? What does it mean?” Robb asked curiously.
“It means powerful warrior, in the hopes that he has the same traits as my favorite Stark,” you said, smiling up at Robb and then going back to give the pup more attention.
“Y/N, I have been meaning to tell you something for a while…” Robb started, unsure of how exactly to approach the subject. “This wolf, I gave it to you because, well because I love you Y/N. I think I have for a long time, but it took me until today to fully realize it. After seeing you laughing and playing around with Jon, I realized that what I was feeling was jealousy. I was jealous that Jon could make you laugh and smile that way, I was jealous that you kissed him on the cheek. That’s when I realized that I want you to be mine.” Robb was staring at you now, waiting for an answer, hoping for the best.
“It would be an honor to be yours, Lord Stark,” you said, pulling Robb in for a kiss.
“Call me Lord Stark again,” Robb said with a devilish smirk, pulling you in tighter and kissing you possessively, letting you know you were now his.

The two of you were so consumed in your newfound love that you failed to hear the door open, and failed to see Lady Stark walk into your room.
“Lady Y/N, dinner is ready, have you seen- Oh my gods, Robb Stark what in the Seven Kingdoms are you doing?” Lady Catelyn asked, seeing you in Robb’s tight embrace. The two of you, startled, jumped back from one another, looking like two teenagers who were just caught fooling around.
“Mother, I can expla-“ Robb started, but Lady Catelyn quickly cut him off. “Robb, thank the gods you’ve finally told Lady Y/N about your feelings for her,” she said pulling the two of you into a hug, “myself and your father were wondering when the two of you would finally admit that you were in love.” She pulled back from the hug with a proud smile on her face. She approved of you two, heck, she and Ned had apparently called it long ago. Robb looked down at you lovingly as Lady Stark flitted out of the room calling you both down to supper, not fully exiting the room before saying “I cannot wait to start planning the wedding!” giving you a wink and a smile before closing the door.

There you were, in the arms of the man you had loved for years, finally admitting your feelings for one another was the best decision, you had decided. You were officially betrothed to Robb Stark, and you couldn’t be happier. He was a Wolf, your Wolf. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A one night stand with a mafia member. (pt. 1)

Genre: Mafia!BTS (bc holy fuck do I love this concept)

Pairing: Jimin x reader 

Warnings: Violence & Alcohol

Word count: 1.2k

(A/N): (( despite the title there’s no smut in this ))

Pt.2 ) (PT.3) (PT.4) (pt. 5)

Originally posted by suga-com

The slam of your shot glass hit the counter top. You had just had one of the worst days at work ever and being completely wasted didn’t sound like a bad idea. When you took your sixth shot you noticed a guy across the bar looking over at you. You looked around to make sure he was really looking at you because holy shit was he hot. He laughed seeing you doubt the fact he was looking in your direction. You felt yourself blush. He had light blonde hair, the most beautiful brown eyes, and had the cutest smile you had ever seen. When he got up and starting walking over to you, you panicked. You instantly downed the shot in your hand. You’re gonna need it if you were going to be confident enough to talk to him. Sometimes you really hated being shy but thank god the alcohol would help.

“Come here alone?” He asked, flashing his gorgeous smile again. You nodded slowly. “Just needed to escape my work.”

He laughed. “I get that. Works been a little rough with me too.” He sat down in the seat next to you. “My name’s Jimin.”

You ordered another drink and turned in his direction. “(Y/N). Nice to meet you.” You smiled at him. Jimin stared at you for a second before speaking “..I really hope this isn’t too forward but you’re really pretty.” You almost choked on your drink. “You don’t do this all the time do you? I’m not really here to get laid so if that’s what you want I don’t care how hot you are-“ He shook his head. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that!….I mean if you were looking for that I wouldn’t mind either.” He said looking you up and down. You blushed and stood up but almost fell over. Jimin jumped up and caught you.

“Whoa careful…Maybe you’ve had too much to drink.” He stated, holding you. You couldn’t even listen to him nagging you as you were pressed against his chest. Maybe a One-night stand wasn’t bad either. I mean you already had a bad day and being drunk really isn’t doing anything to make you feel better. You looked up at him slowly, grabbing his face, and kissed him. He looked down at you and closed his eyes slowly, kissing you back.  The kissing turned into making out which turned to be a little touchy. He pulled away.

“Since you’re too drunk to drive, Can I take you home?” he offered but you shook your head. “I wanna go back to your place” 

He helps you out to his car and as he was driving there you looked over at him just to glance at him. You leaned against his arm but started to doze off. 

The next thing you know it’s morning and you’re in some strange apartment. Everything was way too fancy and expensive to be yours and when you turned around there wasn’t anyone there. A note on the night stand caught your eye. It read: “Call me later -Jimin” and under that was a phone number. Jimin? You tried to remember what happened but you couldn’t and the headache you had wasn’t helping much either. You looked down at your clothes seeing that you were only wearing one of what you assumed to be Jimin’s shirts and your own underwear. You got dressed and ran out of the apartment.

When you got home you laid down in your own bed deciding to call Jimin since you thought it was pretty important to know what happened last night instead of thinking up weird scenarios in your head.

“Hello?” He answered sounding out of breath. You got nervous remembering his voice. “H-hey Jimin…” He chuckled a little but he sounded in pain. “(Y/N)….I really fucked up…”He groaned in pain. A sudden rush of panic hit you. “Jimin? What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

“…..You can’t come here it’s not safe-“ he managed. You doubted this for a second. Why should you care so much about a one night stand? What if he really isn’t in trouble? You don’t even know him and this could get you hurt. “Look don’t argue with me tell me where you are!” The words came out before you even made a decision on helping him. He told you where he was and you ran there without thinking. You needed to know what the hell was going on.

When you finally got there Jimin was siting against the wall in an alley, bleeding with a knife lodged into his side. You ran to his side and held his hand. “I’m calling 911, okay??” He shook his head and grabbed the phone out of your hand. “Get my phone and call Namjoon…” You were annoyed he wasn’t listening but you did as you were told.

It only took a few minutes for a car to pull up and a handsome brown haired guy stepped out. He came out and helped Jimin up, taking him to the car. You followed and sat next to Jimin in the car. The boy driving looked in the rear view mirror. “You must be the pretty voice on the phone.” You weren’t really in the mood for flirting while Jimin was hurt. “….You must be Namjoon.” He shook his head. “Jungkook. Namjoon sent me to pick Jimin up.”

“Why are you picking him up when I could have just called an ambulance?” You asked a little rudely but it was only because you were worried. Jungkook laughed. “Guess you’re gonna have to explain that later, huh Jimin?” Jimin groaned and gave Jungkook a dirty look. When you arrived Jimin was taken to a separate room while you had to wait outside when they helped him. They let you in to see him after he was bandaged up. You hugged him which made him groan in pain but he smiled. “Thanks for helping me…”

You sat next to him on the bed. “It wasn’t my intention but I’m glad I did.”

He adjusted himself and turned to look at you. “What did you call me for in the first place?” You felt a little embarrassed talking about it in person.

“…What..um…Did we do last night…?” You asked shyly. He laughed lightly. “(Y/N)..We didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re worried about. You were too wasted to be left alone so I let you stay over. If I would have left you at the bar some douchebag would probably have taken advantage of you.” You looked up again. “We really didn’t do anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m saving that for when you’re sober and when you’ll remember how good I am.”

You blushed, making him giggle again. His laugh was so attractive….damn it. You’re getting sidetracked again. “What was jungkook talking about in the car? What would you have to explain to me?”

He looked away from you. “…..You probably won’t want to see me again if you knew.” You felt yourself lean closer to him and you reached your hand out, turning his face to look at you. “I think you owe me this since I saved your life.”

He took your hand and kissed it. “Well I guess it as nice knowing you. Too bad you would have made a really hot girlfriend too. (Y/N)…..I’m in a gang..Like a mafia gang.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding right? You wouldn’t be so nice if that was true!-”

He sighed. “I have feelings you know. It’s just a job plus I do It because I’m really loyal to these people. They’re my family.”

Without even knowing if this was true or more like wanting to know you got up and ran out of the room slamming the door.  You didn’t want to hear anymore about this. 

Lucky (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I didn’t post at all yesterday!! I took a break and spent the whole day drawing haha😅 Anyways, sorry if this is kinda short but I hope you guys still enjoy!! 

Request: Ohh I’m so in love with your writing :) I hope you dont mind me sending something in as well. You work at a local Office in New York and Bucky is your fiance. One time he surprise you at work and brought you dinner. All your female colleages give him strange Looks at first so you pull him in another room where you eat together. Later as he gives you a loving kiss before leaving you see the woman checking him out, so you pull Bucky for a kiss again to Show them he is yours? :)

You tapped your fingers against the table as you stared at the computer screen, thinking about how you’d give anything in the world to be home with your fiancé now instead of being stuck here with all these work. Sighing, you stretched as you started to do your work again.

“Hey Clara, did you see the man that just came in?” You heard one of your colleagues ask another as the two of them walked back to their seats.

You were going to ignore their chatting until the next thing your colleague said caught your attention.

“Yeah, how could I not notice? He had a metal arm, Debby,” Clara said.

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Safe Haven- Prologue: Getting Out

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Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: The reader, the reader’s bitch ass husband, helpful neighbor, and a few other unnamed ones (Sam’s not in this chapter because it’s the prologue! But he’s in all the other ones!) 
Warnings: This is based off of a movie where the main character is running away from her abusive husband, if that’s a trigger don’t read this series please. 
Summary: This will be a Sam Winchester x reader rewrite of the movie Safe Haven, but of course I’ll add a few little twists of my own cause why not;) 
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Living with him, with your husband, Tom, had been suffocating. 

Everyday you’d stay home, you’d wash the dishes, and clean the house. You’d make a picture perfect dinner, put on your fanciest clothes and await his return from work. 

You’d pray and pray that nothing went wrong, that the silverware was all perfectly straight and there weren’t any smudges on the wine glasses. For Tom was a perfectionist, and he was quick to blame you for any imperfections. You’d also pray that he hadn’t been drinking, and that he had a good day at work, because if he hadn’t you’d of course be blamed for that as well.

Getting out of that household had been one of the hardest things you’d ever done, and it had nearly killed you. 

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Just Roommates: Part 1

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate+College adventures lol. 

Word count- 1.5k+

Characters- Reader, Jimin, Jungkook

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  

A/N- So I was reading this amazing Roommate AU series off @jungkookfortunekookies and I got lowkey inspired to write something similar. Hope y’all enjoy this. <3 Thanks to noona for creating and giving this beautiful idea love her. <3 



Life was really difficult at this point because you had just moved to another country for your bachelor’s degree. You were a good student and you were luckily provided with an apartment near your uni by authorities. The only thing that you were kept a secret with was that your roommate was actually a guy.


Your POV-

I had just got off the cab in front of a beautiful mellow red building with green springs flowing from each balcony. It was delightful to see where I was about to live for 4 years now. I started to collect my stuff from the mini truck that had come along.
“New place, new faces, new life… this is it y/n. You’ve made it till here alive and functioning and you’ll survive.” I thought to myself as I take a deep breath, clutching my own self because of the mildly cold weather.

“I wonder what my roommate would be like. I hope it’s not someone too crazy, or a murderer or something like that.” My thoughts were consuming me as moving to another country only left me dependent of one person, unwantedly though, but it had to be my roommate I have to get along first.

“OUCH!” I scream as a large carton fell on my head from the piles of boxes I had been gathering around.

“Are you okay?! Do you need help?” a soft, heart-warming boyish voice comes from the back of me, who was now on the ground with a box on my head and the canvases and paint bottles fallen all over the place.

“Well, I guess so…” I said dumbly raising my hands with petty, with the box over my face. I heard the voice chuckle. I removed the box from my face and just was left breathless. A beautiful Sunkist pale skinned face with ebony hair and unrealistic body proportion, almost that like of a Greek god or even better, was right in from of me, diligently gathering my canvases. He was dressed in achromes and was absolutely stunning to human eyes. I couldn’t really focus on him, but, God, I swear he was hot. Before I could be more shameless in staring at him, he cuts me off.

“Yo! Here.” He handed me over my stuff.

“Uh-Oh-! Yeah! Thanks. Jesus Christ, I’m so clumsy.” I stammered out of embarrassment caused by his overwhelming perfection.


“I got to go now, let’s see if we meet again.” He gave me the brightest smile before zooming out of my face on his skateboard.

“T-T-T-Thanks…” Before I could barely even thank him, he left.

“Wow. Will I ever even get to see this man and thank him properly?” I sighed.  

I quickly move inside the building not wasting anymore time in thinking about someone I wasn’t going to meet again.

There I was finally, in front of my house from now to 4 years more. I knocked on the door.  A surprisingly cute boy opens up the door and- “Ah, a girl? What on earth is happening?”

“Well, your mum is a girl too.” I sassed him back.

“Huh, never mind. What are you here for though?” he asked.

“I am going to live here from now on, apparently.” I told him, yet keeping the sass up.


“Oh, I’m sorry. Please come in! I mistook you there.” 

Trying to hide the crime boy.

“By the way, I’m y/n. I’m new here.” That was me giving a generic introduction to my ‘roommate’ I guess.

“I’m Jimin. Let me help you with your boxes.” He said as he let me in the apartment.


I moved about a bit to check the place. It was surprisingly clean for a guy to live in. the house had an amazing smell aura and it was very mesmerizing. There were scented candles, house plants and everything about that place seemed to perfect to exist. It was a blessing. It wasn’t furnished completely, but whatever there was, was too good.

“Woah, I like this house too much already.” My eyes lit up.

I approached the bedroom but then suddenly, Jimin called me out, “NO! You can’t take that room! It’s occupied.”

“huh?! What do you mean? We are supposed to be roommates now, I think I can have the right to choose a room of my choice.” I told him.

“We? Roommates? What are you saying, woman? I am not your roommate.” He laughed out loud.


“Then what are you even doing here?” I was confused at this point.

“Damn it! It’s my girlfriend; the one who will be sharing this place with you.”


So, it was a girl I was supposed to live with. I guess that is fine, but it got me kind of excited to even think about living with a guy. Only if he was like Jimin.

“Oh, I see.” I spoke slightly disappointed. “Yeah…” He nodded.

“I think I will arrange my stuff now.” I told him whilst unboxing.

“Sure, let me know once you are done. I guess we’ll meet often now.” He winked at me, taking a bite out of his chocolate bar.

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DID HE JUST LOWKEY FLIRT WITH ME?! WTF. Okay calm down y/n. it’s just a guy, who’s girlfriend lives with you now. Nothing is going to happen. Calm the fucking tittes down.

It was 9pm now. And I had finally unpacked and arranged my things. It all looked so pretty. Me and Jimin had a pretty decent conversation about the uni and I was 90% of the conversation as I was nonstop blabbering about me being excited and awkward.

“I think I have to go now. See you tomorrow y/n! nice to meet you really. I hope you’ll like my girlfriend.” He gave a quick flying kiss before leaving.

Okay well, this was nice. Meeting with two of the most attractive men in life and getting my dreams shattered twice in a day. Great start, I thought.

I finally lay on the mattress kept in the living room area wondering about my life from now on. “Wow, I stink.” I muttered to myself. I got up and lit some candles already kept in the living room and turning on ferry lights to make the room look better. I quickly went in for a shower.


There were so many men’s grooming item in there. I was shook. I couldn’t undersyand anything that was going on there.

“What kind of a girl uses all of the men’s grooming items…” still shook me, took a quick shower, not thinking too much about it. I stepped out in just a towel wrapped around me. My soaking hair fell on my shoulders giving me shivers in the cold weather. 

As I entered the living room in my towel, I was shook again as I saw someone. 

It was the same guy! The skateboarded! Holy shit! Oh my god what the hell is he doing? Am I dead? Am I hallucinating? What the fuck y/n?! I was literally naked and this is how I met him again? First time it was me, dying on the ground and now here I am, soaking wet, just in a towel… Wow. I loved this day.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH HOW DID YOU GET IN? YAAH! WHO ARE YOU? OH MY GOD!” He practically screamt in my full face almost covering his face to avoid looking at me.

“UM EXCUSE ME, HOW DID *YOU* GET IN?” THIS IS MY APARTMENT OKAY HOLY SHIT.” I was really in no mood for jokes now. This was serious business. Did he follow me? Is he a pervert? Probably not-

We both had a ‘who screams louder’ competition there.

“UH WHAT- THE-, this is your apartment?” he was shook now.

“Well, yeah? Why else would I be standing in a towel like this?” I told him.

“HOLY Shit- You’re my roommate then!” he had his hand covering his mouth now.


“You?! But wasn’t it supposed to be a girl?” I scraped my head.

“Daebak! Jimin was here? Wasn’t he?” He face-palmed and I noticed his slender fingers with rings on, which were very seducing. Holy shit why isn’t this day enough?

“Yes, I met him. He told me that his girlfriend was living here, so how is it you? Like how, what? Why? I’m confused” 

I was perpetually torn between feeling awkward, awful, aroused and ashamed.

“I am the girlfriend.” He let out a funny sigh. “He calls me that.” He was lol-ing so hard now, almost crying. He fell on the mattress and hid his face with a pillow.

Is he okay? Well, I am not. This guy I swear I couldn’t ask for more from god at this moment in life. A hot guy in my room, with me, for 4 years. 

This was going to be fun. 


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