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Hey, Neighbor | Byun Baekhyun

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Neighbor AU | Fluff !!

Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbour, Byun Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

Word Count: 5.5K (again, oops)


A/N: I finally wrote something with my baby Byun Baek as the lead…I hope you enjoy!


You had pretty much fallen head over heels for your devastatingly cute neighbor  the very first time you ran into him in the elevator.

He’d looked at you with those twinkling eyes from under his messy hair, and you’d melted on the spot. “I’m Baekhyun,” he’d said, grinning, offering his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

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3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)

SHAMELESS REPOST BC I GOT A FEW NICE COMMENTS ON MY OTHER FIC AND NO ONE SAW THIS ONE BECAUSE I DIDN”T VERIFY MY ACCOUNT THROUGH MY EMAIL WHEN I POSTED IT I HOPE YOU LIKE ASDGFHFUCK THIS IS KINDA SHIT BC IT WAS THE FIRST DEH FIC I WROTE IDK

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor

hey

(Y/N)

what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home

heeeeey

you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive

Shit

no that’s ridiculous

of course you are

(Y/N)????

you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:

gross

you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends

sigh

woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.

“Connor?”

“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“No”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”

“6.”

“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”

“Sure.”

“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”

Matthias Helvar Headcannons

 bc my boy doesnt get enough love

Dedicated to @luckyjesper because her art kills me (and inspired this post) and her drabbles bring me back to life 

  • All animals love him
  • Even the most ferocious terrifying creature loves Matt
  • Hes the guy you call whenever you need help with animals
  • A bird flew into your house and you cant get it out??? Call Matt
  • A gator is swimming in your pool??? Call Matt
  • Catch him @ ur local animal shelter just chillin with the animals
  • Or catch him @ the gym bc y'all know my boy is fit af
  • Nina always goes with him to the gym but she never works out she just stands next to him in cute gym clothes encouraging him and he loves it (and her)
  • They both have a ton of pictures on their phones of them at the gym ranging from pics straight out of a Calvin Klein ad to absolutely ridiculous ones
  • Hes super fucking competitive
  • Jesper: hey Matty i bet you cant bench press me and Wylan at the same time
  • Matt: watch me jackass
  • Speaking of Jesper hes the one that came up with the nickname “Matty”
  • The others swear it annoys him so they use it all the time but whenever Matthias gets called “Matty” his heart grows 3 sizes :’)
  • So all the dregs got a matching tattoo and and Matt becomes addicted to them
  • Pretty soon he has full sleeves on both his arms
  • He doesn’t get tattoos just to get tattoos tho they all have very deep and personal meanings to him and he only tells them to Nina
  • Whenever Nina is really tired she’ll aimlessly trace his tattoos and my boy loves that shit
  • Hes a big softy
  • Like a literal giant teddy bear
  • Don’t get me wrong he will not hesitate to fuck someone up if they mess with him or his friends but if you’re nice to him hes the sweetest
  • Hes a stickler about routines so he has his mornings planned down to the second
  • The only thing that will make him break his routine is Nina (she doesn’t really have to try that hard to do it tho bc we all know my boy is whipped for her)
  • Whenever he travels without Nina (which is very rare) he sends her letters and postcards everyday from wherever he is in the world
  • Nina and Matthias have a whole wall in their house covered in postcards from all over the world
  • When he first met and started hanging out with the dregs he was super quiet and shy around them (he still is when they’re in public) but as he got more comfortable with them he also became more outgoing and extroverted when they’re all alone together hanging out
  • So I feel like the dregs would roast each other all day everyday but they never did it to Matty in the beginning bc lets be real hes v intimidating but one day Jes and Kaz are going back and forth and Matthias drags them both sO HARD and everyone is so shook but now no one holds back when they wanna roast Matthias
  • Matthias is very observant so whenever someone is feeling bad hes the first to notice
  • He will also do the Most™ to make them feel better
  • Like a couple years back he realized that Jesper always gets really depressed and distant around the same time every year bc its the anniversary of his mother’s death so Matthias will make Jes this dish that Jes’s mom used to make for him all the time before she passed
  • Speaking of Matthias cooking, out of all the dregs he’s the best cook
  • Nina cant cook for shit so Matthias does it all and Nina just sits on the counter watching him work and stealing small bites of food
  • Or she’ll play music and dance around him trying to distract him and get him to join in
  • He can never resist her beguiling so there has been a couple close calls where the kitchen almost went up in flames
  • Kuwei came to Matty to ask for cooking lessons bc hes the only one of the Squad™ that lives alone and he can’t survive on takeout anymore 
  • Matt and Jesper have a slightly similar style of clothes so every once in awhile they accidentally wear the same or matching outfits
  • Whenever this happens they become the most annoying pair of Bros™ to ever walk the face of the earth
  • They’re never like this at all when they wear different clothes but when they match every five minutes its just 
  • Jes: “hey bro” 
  • Matt: “what bro” 
  • Jes: “i love you bro” 
  • Matt: “love you too bro”
  • No one can explain why this happens they just go along with it
  • Kaz got Matty to watch Game of Thrones and now hes hooked
  • Every Sunday they get together with a shit ton of food to watch the new episode
  • Whenever the dregs do something ridiculous 90% of the time Matthias and Inej are looking on from the side silently judging the crew
  • The other 10% Matthias actively participates (e.g. that time Jesper dared Matthias to eat a huge spoonful of hot sauce and he did in no problem and then flipped Jes off)
  • Matthias is essentially Wylan’s bodyguard
  • Baby Wy is really quick to anger and sometimes that lands him into some pretty deep shit but its ok bc my boy Matty will fuck up anyone and everyone who would dare to hurt a hair on one of his friends heads
  • This one time Matthias, Jesper, and Wylan were all hanging out at this outdoor mall and this group of fuckboys walks past them and purposely trip Wylan so Wylan turns around and goes the fuck off on them
  • And these assholes are about to go and beat his ass when Matthias steps up behind Wylan with this intense Death Glare™ all like “i fucking dare you to try something”
  • You best believe when they saw Matty they turned and ran the other way
  • To this day Baby Wy still thinks that they ran away because of him but no one has the heart to tell him that they actually ran away bc of the guardian angel that is Matthias Helvar
Every inch of you (F)

Park Jimin x reader 

“I could have every single inch of your body pressed right against mine, and I’d still say pull me closer” 

K.F.

Originally posted by if-imthedevil

  The mornings were always tough, waking up at a decided time is never easy, no matter how much you try to convince yourself. By today was different. Today the woman who hated mornings so desperately begged for the time to stay instead of pass.

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“I Like You Too.” [Tom! Peter Parker x Reader]

Originally posted by spiderholland

Summary: Peter and reader are both avengers and both studying at midtown. Ned knows about you being an avenger and that Peter likes you. He helped Peter make reader jealous by saying stuff about Peter and Liz.

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Word Count: 841

Warnings? Really Fluffy.

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Need me

Hellooo, so, here’s just something I wrote today. If you’d like me to do a part two, send me a message! Hope you guys like it :)

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I knew things were not good the moment he got back from tour and didn’t jump my bones the moment he got his boot clad foot into the door.

It has been a month since that happened and he hasn’t laid a finger on me, just short kisses and a few warm hugs but nothing more than that. He hasn’t asked me for a cuddle like he usually did, not even the mornings we could both sleep until late.

It was weird, not feeling wanted. It’s a feeling that starts really tiny, that makes you laugh to yourself and think “I’m going insane, of course he wants me. We wouldn’t be together for the past year and a half of he didn’t” and then go on with my life as if the thought had never crossed my mind. Then, as the days went by and the distance became bigger and heavy on my shoulders, I started to realize that those thoughts weren’t that insane and that it makes so much sense the fact that he no longer wants to be around me. And then I started finding every flaw I’ve  ever feared everyone else to see, pay attention to every move that could push him away. It was like walking on broken glass except the cutting pieces are from my broken heart.


Harry wasn’t one to talk much about feelings, he’d rather show me how much he cares with actions. He said ‘I love you’ often but I didn’t believe him anymore. Not when he wasn’t showing it. How can he say he loves me but never show me what he means? You can’t possibly love someone if you don’t ever wanna kiss them anymore, or cuddle or have sex. Oh, the sex. How I missed it. The way I felt my body lose itself on his touch, my mind unable of thinking of anything other than Harry and his lips, his hands, the warmth of his body, the perfect balance between muscle and softness. I missed having his lips leaving frenetic kisses all over my skin because he couldn’t decide where he wanted to kiss first, his hands roaming my legs and touching me, getting noises out of me that would put anyone else to shame and his kisses… Harry’s lovely kisses, that seemed like melting chocolate and strawberries, the sweetest kiss. He kissed deep and slow, just like the way he talks and it was my favorite part. I felt more connected to him when we kissed, because Harry put all of him in it. Not just his lips, but his tongue and his body.

I was hiding in our spare bedroom, the silence of the empty house letting my thoughts wander far away. I couldn’t stay in our bed. It had started to haunt me. The memories of the long nights of passionate love making, where I could see clearly how much he loved me because he couldn’t stop saying it, with his words and his body. When he took me so many times I was left nothing but a mess of jelly like limbs and harsh breathing, my heart beating like it was going to leave my body and the feeling of loving him so overwhelming that I could feel tears well up in my eyes.

I was so lost in memories that I didn’t hear the juggling of the keys and the sound of Harry’s boots on the hardwood floors. I stayed there, silent and feeling as lonely as ever, tears falling before I could stop them. I had been doing that a lot. Crying, I mean.
I could feel the dampness of my cheeks and the sleeves of my sweater, my hands trembling. There was something really scary that had been eating at me, that never left my mind whenever Harry was around. Was this it? Was this the end of the most wonderful I’ve ever had? Was I going to lose him to someone else? Jesus, I couldn’t even control myself when I started thinking about that. I could feel any control I had slipping away, the sounds of my sobs becoming louder until I was full on crying.

My chest hurt. My stomach was in knots. My head was pounding and O felt like my heart skipped a beat every time I thought about him leaving. How did it get to this point? Where did it all went wrong? Is there a way to fix it? I needed to know.

I hugged my pillow, letting it all out. I had stopped trying to drown the sounds I was making because it was only making it worse. I had been holding this in for so long there was no stopping now. Not even when Harry opened the door to the spare bedroom, his face colorless and scared, taking in my trembling body and loud sobs, tear stained face and absolutely wrecked heart.

“Love, are you ok? What happened to you? Why are you crying like this?” He asked, walking to me in a hurry and putting a hand on my face, trying to find any wounds I suppose.

“Stop touching me!” I let out, pushing his hands away and crawling towards the other end of the bed, hugging my knees and trying to hide my face from him.

“Why are you running, what happened? Baby, please…” Harry begged, worry set on his features.

“Nothing happened Harry, absolutely nothing happened.” I said, looking at him through my tears, my welled up eyes focusing on his. I loved his eyes but right now, it hurt to look at them.

“I don’t understand.” He said, sitting down and pulling his hair slightly. He was clearly frustrated. Good, at least I was getting some kind of reaction out of him.

“Tell me…” I started, my voice unsteady, the never ending ears making me sound a uncertain. “When were you ever going to tell me that you don’t want this anymore?” I asked, startling him.

“What?” He asked, his usually calm and collected tone was now breathless and incredulous.

“Don’t play coy with me Harry, I know you too well.”

“You’re insane. What makes you think I don’t want this anymore?” He asked, getting up and pacing in front of the bed, his hands on his hair again. He had the habit of running it through it when he was nervous.

“I don’t want to sound needy and I don’t want to be a bitch. I’m not accusing you of anything. I just added the facts.” My voice sounded defeated and I felt like that. I couldn’t see a way for this to end well. “You don- you don’t talk to me anymore.” I started, throwing my head back so I had a chance to stop crying. “And we never kiss, you’re always out and you haven’t touched me in so long…” My voice cracked, the tears spilling out warm, it felt like my skin was burning. “Did yo- did you find someone else?” The question slipped out before I could stop myself, looking down at the white sheets. I couldn’t look up, the weight of the world on my shoulders stopping from even moving.

Harry was silent. I could only hear his harsh breathing and my sniffling. I couldn’t even dare to look up, scared to see the look on his eyes.

“Where-” Harry started, sounding like he just ran a marathon from how breathless he was. “What-” he tried again. I looked up, seeing his face red and tears on his eyes, his hands I loved so much balled in tight fists, his knuckles white from how hard he was clenching. “Where did you get that from?” His voice boomed inside the small room, making me jump. I wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction.

“I’m not accusing you, I was just askin-” I started but he cut me off.

“I don’t have anyone else! I don’t WANT anyone else! Haven’t I proved you enough?” Harry asked, tears sliding down his face and hands shaking, his hair a mess and his shoulders slumped.

“But you don’t want me either!” I yelled, letting the fear and the rejection take over and control everything I was saying. “You’ve been back from tour for two months and you haven’t touched me once! Not even a kiss! We’ve never been like this before and if you’re not getting it somewhere else then you don’t want me anymore!” I screamed, my throat hurt from how hard I was pushing to make him listen to me. I just needed him to listen. I needed him.

“I’M NOT FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE!” Harry said, throwing his phone to the wall and making me jump. “I have NEVER even looked at another woman since the moment I met you.” He pointed, I could see him shaking.

“Then why don’t you want me? Why don’t you kiss me or talk to me, why don’t you care?” I questioned. I had to know.

“I think… I think I just got used to not having you around.” He breathed in, his chest raising fast from his harsh breathing. “I didn’t have a present girlfriend for six months, I got used to only the idea of you.” Harry sat down, his back against the headboard and his shoulders tense. “I didn’t have any obligations, I didn’t have to wait on you or think about your needs. It was me, myself and I. And I just got used to not needing you for anything.”

“But I still need you.” I whispered. I had given up on stopping the tears, there were so many feelings going through me that there was no way I was going to stop anytime soon. “I need you to need me too.” I let out. “I need you to need me too!” I said, this time louder and more desperate than before.

Our eyes met when he crawled to me, his hands finding my face. I couldn’t look away, not when I seeing how hurt he was by this situation and even after all the pain he put me through, I still wanted him. I wanted to make him stop hurting, but I couldn’t because I was too broken to mend someone else.

“I need you to need me too…” I whispered.

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Getting Nowhere

Summary: The push-and-pull relationship you have with Dean becomes too much to handle. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 875
Warnings: None?
Challenge: @atc74‘s 1K Follower Milestone Challenge! My prompt was from Kenny Chesney’s song Come Over, with the lyrics, “You can say we’re done/the way you always do/it’s easier to lie to me than to yourself/forget about your friends/you know they’re say we’re bad for each other/we ain’t good for anyone else.” Congrats on the milestone Ang!

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True Colors - Neville Longbottom Imagine

A/N: so, we come off with the first imagine on the list with the lovely Neville Longbottom! :D enjoy :D

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submitted:Neville x reader truth serum imagine. Do you thing you could do a Neville x reader imagine where the reader is usually a really shy quite person so Fred and George diside to prank her by putting a truth serum in her drink at breakfast. Then she end up telling everybody what she thinks of them and she tells Neville that she likes him.

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“No! Oh, no! I know that look! What did you two do?” Hermione said glaring at the twins.

“What?”

“Hermione! We are deeply offended that you would think we would do something to the lovely (Y/N)” George said before Fred winked at her.

“Spill. Now.”

“Is nothing, really” they said at the same time trying to act innocently. “Just a bit of truth serum” Fred asked.

“What? Why?” Hermione asked confused.

“It was Ginny’s idea!”

“Oh, come on, stop lying!” she told them.

“They’re not lying” Ginny’s voice was heard as she took a seat next to her friend.

“Ginny!” Hermione said appalled.

“But it wasn’t my idea” she said glaring at the twins. “I was just talking to Fred and George how (Y/N) has been in love with Neville forever and he is in love with her but both of them are too shy to tell the other! So I said I wish there was a way to make her tell him, I didn’t mean put Veritaserum in her pumpkin juice!” she said glaring at her brothers.

“Look, what’s done is done” George said putting his arms up in surrender. “You wanted one of them to say something. Now (Y/N) will” he said.

“She won’t say anything if nobody asks her, you idiots” Hermione said rolling her eyes.

“One step ahead of you, Hermione” Fred said as they stood up and started walking towards the witch.

“No! I did not mean-! Oh, why do I still bother?” Hermione said resting her head on her hand.

“You learn in time” Ginny said putting her hand on her shoulder as the twins sat in front of (Y/N), making her look up from her book.

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Bad Day?

Title: Bad Day?

Imagine: Sam and Dean cheering you up after a bad day.

Request: Hi girly can you please do an imagine where the reader is having a really bad day and her brothers cheer her up? Sorry I’m just having an awful day and I need something to cheer me up.

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: A really, really bad day.

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“Wake up!” A voice yelled in your ear.

You groaned and opened your tired eyes. Your brothers stood on both sides of your bed, both of them fully clothed.

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Something Bitter

Percy’s not as oblivious as everyone thinks he is.

Or an examination into Nico and Percy’s relationship through PJO and HoO (ao3)


The thought first crosses Percy’s mind when he invites Nico in for birthday cake on his fifteenth birthday. He recognizes the look that Nico gives him, but it’s gone within seconds and Percy thinks he must of imagined it, hopes that he has, because Nico deserves better and Percy’s pretty sure he’s already let Nico down enough. The guilt gnaws at him and it’s a bit like Calypso all over again.

He pushes it down just like he did with her. The Titan War (and Annabeth) serve as a good distraction, but it’s hard to ignore when he bathes in the River Styx and Nico’s hopeful eyes about finding information about his mother, about helping Percy are so focused on him. Some part of him almost wishes he noticed it earlier, so he could’ve pulled away, not put through Nico through this. The other part wishes he never noticed at all.  

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Wanna One as romcom cliches


Seongwoo: drunk confession

  • you two have been friends since like elementary school and now you’re in college already where does the time go
  • so when you guys successfully get through your final exams, seongwoo suggests going out for celebratory drinks
  • and ofc who are you to turn down free drinks
  • so the two of you go to the club because the only thing better than getting drunk after exams is getting drunk and dancing after exams
  • all of your other friends aren’t done exams yet so they all turn down your invitation to go
  • but that’s fine bc drunk ong is a hoot and a holler
  • so there you are looking all cute or whateva
  • confidence level is ^^^^ bc ure in your favourite outfit
  • ong offers to get you two more drinks while you stay at the booth
  • while ong is gone this guy comes outta nowhere like “hey baby”
  • and you kinda roll your eyes bc 1) he’s totally not cute and 2) “hey baby” had to be the single most corny pick up line anyone has ever tried on you
  • so you kinda just smile at the guy and say that you aren’t interested
  • but the music is kinda loud and he’s kinda obnoxious so he slides into the booth beside you like “what’s that? I didn’t hear what you said, babe”
  • you roll your eyes again but then you feel his arm slide around your waist to pull you closer and you can’t help the shiver that racks through your body
  • you lean in to shout above the volume of the music that you really aren’t interested
  • but before you can the guy is pulled out of the booth and there’s a hand around your wrist that’s more or less dragging you out of the club
  • finally ong whips around to face you like “are you fucking stupid?!”
  • and your jaw just drops bc oh no did you really just use that tone of voice with me uh uh honey
  • “are you crazy? what the hell are you doing?” you yell back
  • “what do you mean what was I doing? what were you doing getting all cozy with a stranger!? I turn my back for two seconds and you’re off getting into trouble!”
  • you put your hand up to stop him and you’re like “uhm?? I was saying no???”
  • “well it didn’t look like it” ong bites back
  • “he couldn’t hear me over the music and why do I even have to explain myself to you! stop butting in, sir, this is why boys don’t talk to me! you’re always doing this!” you cant believe how he’s acting right now
  • you see exasperation flare up in ong’s eyes “you don’t need a boyfriend! I’ve been here all along!”
  • cue taylor swift’s you belong with me
  • and you’re like oh fuck oh shit abort abort “ong, dude, you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying”
  • your heart is pounding right now because what if this makes everything weird and you can’t be friends anymore “don’t just say things like that so casually”
  • it’s not really that you’re worried about not being able to be friends later so much as it is you’re worried you won’t be able to not cry
  • hearing ong casually imply that he could be your boyfriend breaks your heart bc you’ve always been into him since the time in middle school when he kicked this boy in your class who called you ugly and made you cry
  • suddenly, he sobers up like “I’m not joking, I know this could ruin our friendship but I’ve never thought of you as just a friend and I don’t want you to see me like that either anymore”
  • you’re flabbergasted
  • he liked me this whole time??
  • and you’re like “I never did!”
  • seongwoo gets this look after you say that and you notice his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips
  • before you realize it he’s kissing you
  • you kinda just melt because you’ve been waiting for this for so long
  • when you both pull apart you look at each other before both going “holy shit”
  • the next day you guys are awkward as hell and lowkey avoiding each other
  • but then this girl comes up to ong to flirt all coy
  • and you’re like “bITCH DONT EVEN HE’S MINE”
  • and that’s how you ended up dating
  • needless to say your friends were shook when they finished their exams

2/11 (the rest will be up soon!) Jisung | Sungwoon | Minhyun | Seongwoo | Jaehwan | Daniel | Jihoon | Woojin | Jinyoung | Daewhi | Guanlin

Certainly

A/N: An anon request where Reid gets custody of Henry and Michael, after “something happens to JJ and Will.” Sad was really the only way this request would work. Sorry >.< AU Season 12, no jail arc. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @lukeassmanalvez @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 

                                                             —-

As Spencer ran into the emergency room, his heart pounded inside his chest. This couldn’t possibly be happening. He was living in a nightmare with no ability to wake up. Emily had called him from the car, tears garbling her speech as she told him that JJ and Will had been in a head-on car collision on the way home from a date. “What?” He screamed, jumping out of bed and pulling on his clothes as he stumbled out of the door, still talking to Emily. “What happened? Are they okay? Emily, are they going to be okay? Please! Tell me they’re going to be okay!”

His voice caught in his throat as he sped toward the hospital, not caring that a cop came up behind him; he ignored him until he got to the hospital and the officer called after him. “Look, arrest me later,” Spencer said as he ran inside. “I can’t be bothered right now.”

Once he found Emily and the rest of the team, he took in their defeated faces and knew - he just knew. “No,” he breathed, his eyes spilling over with tears as he crumpled like a piece of paper onto the floor. “What happened?” How could this be real?

“Drunk driver,” Luke said flatly, not making eye contact with anyone as he stared down the hallway toward the operating room where he’d watched them both flatline. “Hit them head on. They both made it here, but…”

Nothing else needed to or could be said. The defeated members of the BAU sat motionless in the middle of the hospital. From the silence, Garcia choked out a sob and fell to Spencer’s side on the floor, and he joined her, his cries echoing throughout the extensive emergency room, which somehow, right now, seemed so small. 

                                                             —-

“Jennifer and Will?” The surgeon asked, calling for loved ones. 

As they looked up, nearly all were overtaken again in a wave of emotions as they took in the sight of him covered in blood, some dried and caked to his scrubs, some new and still dripping downward. Spencer was the first to stand up; he was numb and autopilot was taking over. “Yes?”

“I am truly sorry for your loss,” he said. Surgeons had to lose people on the table all the time, but by the look on his face, the BAU could tell that this hit him differently than any other. “I did all that I could, but there was nothing I could do. The bleeding was too extensive. Again…I’m so sorry.”

Tara punched the seat as she stood up and walked toward the opposite end of the room. Garcia openly sobbed again, after feeling like there were no more tears left. Luke, Rossi and Stephen couldn’t move. And Emily, who had stood for the surgeon, sank back into her seat. Although they all knew, they’d been secretly hoping that this was all a big mistake and that JJ and Will would emerge from somewhere safe, unscathed and smiling. But they were gone. That’s when it hit Spencer. “Oh my god,” he said, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“What is it?” Emily asked.

Spencer’s heart dropped. “How are we supposed to tell Henry and Michael? What happens to them?”

                                                             —-

While Emily, Luke, Tara, Rossi and Stephen filled out every piece of paper imaginable for the release of JJ and Will into their custody, Spencer and Garcia took it upon themselves, as Henry and Michael’s godparents, to tell the two young boys what happened.

Before walking up to their apartment, where the nanny was currently with them, Spencer threw up outside. “How are we supposed to do this?” He asked Garcia. “They’re so little.”

Garcia grabbed his hand and they steadied themselves before walking in. The nanny collapsed into tears. The boys were asleep, so Spencer and Garcia had a moment to control themselves before they arrived. “Uncle Spencer? Aunt Penelope?” Henry asked sleepily. “What are you doing here?”

The next few moments went by in a blur. Michael, at barely two, wasn’t old enough to comprehend what either of his godparents were saying, but Henry was a different story. “Was it a case?” He sniffled.

“No,” Spencer replied, hating himself for being the messenger. “It was a drunk driver. He hit your Mommy and Daddy and they were hurt too badly for the doctors to do anything. I’m so sorry, Henry.”

Spencer’s heart ripped open at Henry’s cries. The last time he’d heard him cry was as a toddler when he wanted a toy he couldn’t have. Hearing him cry like this, knowing there was nothing he could do to make it stop, made Spencer freeze in place, his arms grasping ever tighter around his godson’s body. “I’m so, so sorry, Henry.” 

As he picked up Henry, and Garcia held Michael, Spencer stared into nothingness. He knew where he was. He knew what had happened. But truly, nothing felt real.

                                                              —-

In the following days, Henry said nothing to anyone - anyone except Michael. He kept telling him Mommy and Daddy were gone but that he would never be alone because Henry would never leave him. While Emily and Rossi took care of the funeral arrangements, Spencer and Garcia took care of Henry and Michael. 

When the day of the funeral came, Henry never left Spencer’s side and Michael hung onto Garcia as if his life depended on it. The previous days had ripped all tears from their eyes; they were too tired to summon anymore, and instead stared blankly at their caskets as they were lowered into the ground. Henry blew them a kiss and said bye-bye before looking up at his Uncle. “Where do Michael and I go now?” He asked. “All of our grandparents are gone.” Even JJ’s mother had passed recently from a random heart attack. The boys didn’t have any blood relatives left.

“I don’t know,” Spencer said honestly. “But I promise I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

                                                             —-

Despite their young age, JJ and Will’s line of work taught them that nothing was a given, so they’d written out a will and updated it regularly. “The entirety of our estate is to be split equally between our sons, Henry and Michael LaMontagne,” the man read blankly from the paper. Rossi wanted to scream; this man was reading these words as if this wasn’t the most unfair thing in the world. “In the case of either one of our passing, the remaining parent will maintain custody of both of our children. However, in the event that both of us shall die in the same incident, custody of Henry and Michael LaMontagne will be transferred to their godfather, Spencer Walter Reid, effective immediately.”

Spencer’s head snapped up from the floor. After JJ’s mother had died, she asked if he would take care of the boys in the event that anything happened to them, but honestly he’d forgotten until this moment. “Does that mean we go home with you, Uncle Spencer?”

Life was different now. He had different priorities, and he had a lot to think about, but he wouldn’t let JJ down; Henry and Michael would always remember them as long as he was alive. He swallowed hard as he turned to his oldest godson. “Yes, Henry. You and Michael come home with me now.”

Later that night, when the boys were safe and sound in his apartment, he had a sobbing breakdown, tears staining the sheets and sticking to his skin. One of his best friends was gone and he was responsible for his godsons. 

                                                           —-

The next day, he did what he never thought he’d do, but then again, he never imagined a life in which is best friend was gone and he was thrust into immediate parenthood. Emily expected it. 

“I knew that’s what you’d do,” she said, reluctantly accepting his letter of resignation. “All of us are here to help with the boys whenever you need. I hope you know that.”

Spencer’s lip quivered as he realized how much he’d miss being at work every day, but with both parents gone, they needed to have some kind of consistency, and he’d been offered various teaching positions throughout his career, so he took George Washington University up their offer. It would allow him to teach classes in the morning, so that he could be home for the boys after school. “I know. They deserve to have someone home with them. After all this, it doesn’t seem fair for me to leave them with the nanny while I come here. I’m always on call if you need me from home though.”

Emily came out from behind her desk and wrapped her arms around her friend. “I’m sure we’ll be calling you, and I promise, I know that a lot is changing right now, but you will never lose any of us.”

If there was one thing Spencer could be sure of in this moment, it was the love of his team. This wasn’t going to be easy, but they would get through it because of that love.

                                                          —-

Three years later…

“Henry, it’s time to get up!” Spencer screamed from the living room. After gaining official custody of the boys, he bought a small house just a few minutes outside of town, about halfway between the Bureau and the University. As he spun around, hands covered in peanut butter from making lunch for the boys, he smiled softly at the picture of JJ and Will on the mantelpiece. There were pictures all around the house. Michael was already up and eating breakfast, but Henry, approaching his pre-teens at 12 years old, was getting harder to wake up in the mornings. “Henry! You have to go to school!”

Inside, he heard Henry kicking up and down on the bed. “I don’t wanna!”

“Michael, you stay here while I go check on your brother.” The five-year-old kicked happily at the table, eating his cereal without a care in the world. Unlike his brother, he’d been shielded from a lot of what happened with his parents. “Henry, what’s wrong?”

Henry pulled the covers over his head and whined. “I didn’t sleep well. I kept dreaming about Mom and Dad.”

Spencer’s heart dropped. Quickly, he checked through his phone. He could get away with taking the day off, and the boys had had near perfect attendance over the past three years. “How about you, me and your brother take a mental health day and stay home? I’ll let you sleep a little longer, and then we can go to the zoo or something today.”

“Can we get ice cream too?” He asked. He was getting older, but in these moments his voice still sounded so small. 

Spencer huffed. “Of course. What would a day off be without ice cream?” He kissed Henry on the forehead and then left him to sleep a little longer, returning to the kitchen where Michael was finished with his breakfast. “Michael, how would you like to take the day off from school today and go to the zoo with your brother and me?”

“Can we!?” He asked excitedly. 

“Just for today,” Spencer replied.

Michael clapped happily as Spencer called both boys in sick, but then he started to yawn. “Are you getting sleepy?” Spencer asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I thought about Mommy and Daddy last night and then I got sad and I couldn’t get to sleep.”

Picking him up off the floor, he hugged him tight. “How about I tell you a story and then we take a nap for a while before we go to the zoo?”

“Okay,” Michael yawned, leaning into his Uncle’s shoulder as he sat back down on the couch. “Once, there was a lovely and beautiful Queen named Jennifer and an equally brave and righteous King named William. Together, they had two princes named Henry and Michael, and as a family, they ruled the land justly and happily…”

Within minutes, the house was once again asleep under the watchful eyes of JJ and Will - they may have been gone, but they would certainly never be forgotten.

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Rfa + le duo with an mc who says they can't sing, because they think they can't, but the s/o happens to over hear them singing "can't help falling in love" (reffereing to s/o in the song) and they find out mc can actually sing? Im sorry if this is super confusing ^^'' I'm not good at wording things ahha I hope you have a nice day too :3

RFA + Duo with a MC who thinks that can´t sing but is actually very good and sings ´´Can´t help falling in love with you´´

Thank you very much! I hope you like it! I´m sorry that it took so long… I hope you are feeling also happy! Please enjoy :3 
(here a link to the song Youtube-Can´t help falling in love with you )

Jumin


  • At a dinner party a really beautiful woman sung a lovely song 
  • Jumin liked it but he was sure you could do it much more better 
  • ,,Wouldn´t you like to sing in front of all those people?´´
  • You just laughed and told him, that you couldn´t because your voice was scary and really bad 
  • he accepted your words bust still told you, that your voice was beautiful 
  • You smiled at him but didn´t say anything 
  • one day Jumin came home 
  • he was really early but he just was feeling bad and wanted to Elisabeth the 3rd and you
  • he opened the door but couldn´t find you. 
  • And then he heard a lovely singing voice from the bath 
  • it was you. 
  • you sang the song from Elvis Presley ,,Can´t help falling in love with you´´
  • he heard the whole song because he was feeling much better after hearing you 
  • Your voice was so beautiful     
  • when the song ended he rushed to you and kissed you 
  • ofc you were surprised but you missed him. 
  • after your love play he told you the truth 
  • ,,You´re right. You can´t sing in front of so many people… They would steal you and I couldn´t bear with it. Just sing for me, my Love.´´

Zen


  • Zen had to sing this time in his play 
  • but he just couldn´t sing it right! 
  • He asked you to help him but you had to reject him tellim, him, you really wasn´t able to sing
  • he didn´t trust your words but he was okay with it 
  • one day he wanted to change when he heard a beautiful voice 
  • he wanted to check who it was 
  • and when he opened the door he was so surprised that he almost cried 
  • you were standing there singing and it was just so beautiful 
  • it was so good and you looked really great 
  • he hugged you from behind and told you, that you were an awful girl for lying at him 
  • since that day you practiced everyday at home 
  • because Zenny was jealous someone could hear you and take you away

Yoosung


  • when you both took Lisa, she was really shy and never came out 
  • she only cried but you couldn´t guess why 
  • Jumin told you, to sing for her he did it sometimes for Elisabeth 
  • so Yoosung asked you 
  • ,,I´m sorry but I can´t sig. I´m really bad and the cat would run away from home…´´
  • he just laughed and so you both didn´t sing 
  • but Lisa got better and Yoosung just thought that she was comfortable now with you 
  • but the truth was, that you always sung for her 
  • one day, Yoosung heard you 
  • when you realized that he was there, you stopped but he already knew that you lied to him 
  • he asked you why but he was just too shy 
  • so he hugged, kissed and patted you 
  • ,,I´m feeling just like you. I can´t help falling in love with you.´´

Jaehee

  • She was so drunk! 
  • But really so drunk that she begun to sing. 
  • Seven filmed everything and in the end, when Jaehee was alright, she was so embarrassed 
  • but then she asked you, if you could sing 
  • to not let her look like a fool you just lied and told her and the RFA, that you couldn´t sing
  • but still one day she heard you when you sang the song 
  • she didn´t know that her friend could sing so beautiful! 
  • When she asked you, you just told her the truth

Seayoung


  • He knew that you could sing 
  • and he also knew that you would deny this all 
  • and he also knew you favorite song! 
  • So he wanted to joke around with you and went out 
  • but in really he was only behind his bed 
  • you didn´t know 
  • but then you heard your favorite song 
  • sice you thought you were alone you just sang 
  • ,,Can´t help falling in love with you…´´
  • well ofc you could sing so good that you managed it to say 
  • ´´But I cant help falling in love with Seayoung!´´
  • that´s when he came out to kiss you 
  • you were shocked but also happy since he sang with you some crazy shit XD

Searan


  • Well Seayoung sometimes sang a little in the bath and so Searan had to ask you if you could sing too 
  • but you were just too embarrassed and shy so you told him you were really bad 
  • he just nodded 
  • but he remembered that Seayoung told him, that you once were in a band as little girl 
  • one day Seayoung was out and so Searan worked 
  • you chilled just in your room when you heard the song ´´Can´t help falling in love with you´´
  • Searan normally couldn´t hear you but today his door was open and the camera was on 
  • so he could hear you singing 
  • but when you came and sang ,, Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be´´
  • he couldn´t help and went to you to hug you and kiss you. 
  • He reget his move since you stopped to sing but he just had to kiss you
  • ,,I thought some angle was singing…I can´t help falling in love with you.´´

V


  • He loved art 
  • and so he asked you if you could do anything 
  • like painting, singing or playing an instrument 
  • ofc you could sing very good but since you were soooo shy to sing in front of your boyfriend, 
  • you lied to him telling him you were unable 
  • he was a little bit sad but he still loved you 
  • one day, it was the day Elvis died, you heard his song 
  • and forgot about V
  • you just sang along to the TV 
  • he was really amazed and thought, that you looked so much happier while singing
  • he took a lot of pictures and was so proud of you 
  • since this day he told the whole RFA how amazing you were and you had to show it to them. 
  • That´s why I refused to sing.
All I Want - Part Four

Originally posted by ttaegiis

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Angst, War!AU, Smut (Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death)

Rating: M

Word Count: 21,149

Summary:

After showing up on your porch in the middle of the night, you’re not quite sure how to handle the idea of the boy you used to love so immensely being back in your life. You don’t know how to reveal to him that you’ve moved on after thinking he had died and you know much less how to reveal to him your relationship with Jungkook. Taehyung expects the two of you to pick right back up where you left off, but you’re not sure whether you can do that.

The temptation of being with Taehyung continues to surround you, even as the date of Jungkook’s visit draws nearer and the ring he gave you continues to remind you of the promise he made you. Taehyung’s return throws you for a loop and forces you to make some of the hardest decisions you’ve ever had to face.

Author’s Note: This is just pure angst. Sorry everyone. Additionally, soon a scene that I wrote for this part will be posted later! It’s a scene that I didn’t think quite fit into this chapter but occurs during the events of this part and I wanted to include it somehow. So be on the lookout for that within the next few days too!

Part One | Part Two | Part 2.5 | Part Three | Part Four | Part 4.5 


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The mixup

Originally posted by gliceria

“Okay but seriously, who’s your favorite?!”
Nat asked as she and Wanda watched the screen and both turned to you.

You frowned and looked at them confused. “Huh?”

The episode playing on the screen was of your favorite show on Netflix. Nat continued chewing more popcorn as Wanda paused the show.

“Oh… you mean of the show? Oh that’s easy! Sam of course he has the best hair and the sweetest personality!”

“Plus he’s tall.” Wanda chimes in. Nat nods in agreement.

“I prefer Dean he seems more my type.” Nat shrugs and smiles at you and Wanda.

“But Sam does have better abs…” You throw a piece of popcorn to Wanda.

Of course the show you were watching was Supernatural. Being an avenger had its perks but it also meant you never got any down time… which for you was Supernatural, catch-up days. You loved Sam. He was your favorite of the two brothers although you were more like Dean as you ate more pie than even Bucky or Steve with their super soldier metabolism.

Relaxing with the girls was always fun, although you would rather be cuddling a certain super soldier… James Buchanan Barnes. You never thought anyone knew of your hopeless crush until one day Wanda said something about him, teasingly and you glared at her but bit your tongue, trying to not cause a scene. 

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Happier

Summary: Kaitlyn realizing that MC is moving on with Becca and she is trying sort out her feelings about it. 

Author’s Note: I heard the song Happier by Ed Sheeran and came up with this little story. I hope you like it. Thanks to @hollyashton for her help. 


You looked happier with her. You got the biggest smile on your face when you were talking with her at the gazebo. It looked like a secret rendezvous with her. You two were off in your own little world. You two never saw me watching your conservation you were more into her. I felt my heart sink as I watched you two. I could see that you were moving on. It had been only been a month since I was your girl. I didn’t want to take it personally because I know I hurt you. I slowly walked away from the scene in front of me. 

I walked back to our friends by the dance floor. I was trying to put myself back together and stop crying. It was mutual. I never deserved you in the first place. But daring, I was still in love with you. I know you deserved to be treated better and I hope that she will treat you better than I did. I guessed this pain I am feeling is heartbreak. I know now that I was happier with you than without you. I guess I had to fake a smile and try to hide how I feel.

I guess this pain I am feeling is heartbreak. James was the first person that saw me and come up and gave me a hug. I guess I wasn’t good at hiding the truth. “Hey, Kaitlyn. I know we don’t talk much but, we both love her in our own way.” We broke apart and I looked up at him, “She always said you were a smart cookie.” Looking down I let all of my breath out and said, “She’s moving on and I am still in love with her.” “One day you will be happy again,” he said as he patted my shoulder. “Tell everyone, that I went back to the suite,” I told him. 

I closed the door of the suite and I realized how hurt I was. That the fact was that you never did anything wrong. It was all on me.  That no one hurt you like I hurt you but, no one loves you like I do. Always pushing you away. I made it to my room. I know others deserved you more than me. I knew one day you would fall for someone new but, of all people you picked Becca. If Becca breaks your heart, like lovers sometimes do, I will be waiting here for you. You are worth it and I will be better the next time around… if you give me another shot      

Father's Day

got an idea so i barfed it out


“So what are you guys doin’ fer father’s day?”

The only one of the egos that didn’t look up was Anti, his nose still buried in a book. Schneep mused to himself, tapping his chin. “I never really celebrated father'z day. Mein father vaz never around for zhat long, nor did he care much for such a holiday.”

“My dad never missed a father’s day with me!” Jackaboyman grinned, hands on his hips. “You’d think we spent the day fighting villains, but we came up with a truce long ago that they wouldn’t partake in evildoing on holidays! A win-win for both parties!”

“My dad was a nice guy, but he never really approved of my magician hobbies. Well, until I became famous, then he finally realized my talent!”

“Or he just wanted a share of the money.”

“Whatever! I’m just glad he accepted my occupation.”

“Vhat about you, Anti? Do demonz have fatherz?”

“No.” Anti scoffed, closing his book. “Though Lucy likes to send some of us body parts as a ‘gift’. Old man thinks it’s hilarious as shit for some reason.”

Jack frowned, looking over the group. He felt like someone was missing…but who?

“Speakin’ of body parts, I’m fookin’ hungry!! Where the hell is Chase? He’s usually made us somethin’ by now!”

That’s who was missing. Where was Chase? He was usually one of the first egos to get up, preceded only by Jackaboyman, and yet it was nearly 10 AM and he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was sick?

“Screw it, I’m goin’ to get 'im.” Anti groaned, standing and stomping upstairs. Jack thought of going after him, but he knew Chase could handle Anti’s demanding attitude, so he decided against it.

After five minutes he was regretting his desicion. There was no sign of Chase or Anti, so he started up the stairs, the others trickling behind him.

“Anti? Chase? You two ok up there?”

As he climbed the steps, he could hear the faint sound of crying, making his eyes go wide. Anti could get a bit physical sometimes. Had he hurt Chase?

The group quickly raced up the stairs, into the room…and stopped.

Anti sat on the bed, gently holding a sobbing Chase in his arms and rubbing his back. He looked up sadly as the others entered, sighing softly. “Father’s day.”

…Oh. Oh. Jack’s face fell as he looked at his American counterpart, clinging close to Anti as his shoulders shook with sobs. Surprisingly enough, it was actually Schneep who stepped forward first, making his way to the side of the bed to place a comforting hand on Chase’s shoulder. The rest of the group soon joined him, huddling around Chase in a big group pile. Slowly but surely, he began to calm down, his sobs quieting to small sniffles. “Th-thank you…”

“No problem.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be a very good superhero if I just left someone in need of comfort!”

“If I could make those bad feelings disappear, I would.”

Chase smiled, closing his eyes and letting his new family cuddle close to him. “Happy father’s day…”

rose-grangerweasleyisbae  asked:

Oeh three people dinamic. I like it. What about Charlie Oliver and Marcus? Perfect match for some quidditch banter, maybe one is for team A, the other for team B and the third one just laughs as the other two fight? Idk im sure you'll make something nice out of it

Balancing their work and their relationship was always hard. Marcus had his small league team, Oliver had his trainer program, and Charlie had his dragons. Planning a date night was like organizing a break into Gringotts, so when they got a golden opportunity, they sure weren’t going to let it pass.

“I’ve got the tickets, who has the keys?” Oliver called, already out the door with excitement.

“I do,” Marcus replied, checking his pockets before helping Charlie with the bags.

Charlie frowned. “Is Oliver carrying something other than the tickets?”

“The portkey, probably,” Marcus said while rolling his eyes.

They would be spending three days camping in the surrounding area of the Quidditch World Cup, with the opportunity to watch the quarters, semis, and finals of the Cup. Sure, they spent a ridiculous amount of their savings in the tickets, but this was about more than just Quidditch.

At least Charlie had hoped so.

“You’re daft if you think Germany is getting anywhere near enough points to get through this round. Daft!”

“Do you think I want them to win? But it’s simple statistics, get your head out of your ass, Oliver!”

Charlie left the tent a few minutes after one of them threatened to go cheer for the American team just to piss off the other, and he didn’t come back for hours.

Finally, Marcus and Oliver found him lying on top of a hill, throwing a snitch in the air and catching it right before it hit him in the face.

“Hey, where you’ve been?” Oliver asked, sitting on Charlie’s right side while Marcus took the left.

Charlie sat up and shrugged. “Here.”

Oliver and Marcus exchange glances before Marcus spoke, “We’re worry. We didn’t realize you’d… I mean we didn’t think-”

“You never mind when we argue at home,” Oliver supplied, looking very confused.

“That’s because it’s our home life! It’s hectic and crazy, and arguing is part of it but here…” Charlie sighed, hoping he wasn’t being too dramatic. “We were supposed to have a vacation from all that and just spend a three-day long date with each other but we haven’t even kissed since we got here.”

Marcus immediately leaned in and planted a kiss on Charlie’s cheek. Oliver followed his lead and did the same.

Charlie smiled despite himself. “You’re both very silly.”

“And very sorry,” Oliver said and stood up. “Let’s go start the date. Marcus and I fixed the hole in the tent.”

“You made a hole in the tent?!”

Marcus looked at Oliver with murderous eyes.

“Uh, I guess you left before that…” Oliver scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Marcus got to his feet and offered his hand to Charlie. “We’ll make it up to you.”

Charlie took his hand and stood up, lacing his other arm with Oliver’s. “Fine. But if either of you go to cheer for the Americans, this relationship is over.”


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