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The Full Potential Challenge

Ever wonder what your life would be like if you lived up to your full potential? Would your body be healthier? Your skin clearer? Bank account bigger? I think about these things all the time, and, judging by a previous post, you guys do too. Let’s try it out! Obviously we aren’t going to come close to perfect with this – we’re all humans with good days and bad days and in-between days. But let’s try together to see what would happen if we pushed ourselves. I don’t ever want anyone to feel pressured to stick to this every day (I sure as hell won’t), but it’s worth a shot, right? Let’s get to it!

EVERY MORNING

  • Stretch. First thing. Really give your body enough time to wake up. Touch your toes. Roll out your shoulders. Do not hit snooze!
  • Do your full skincare routine. I have mine detailed here, but do whatever works for you and your complexion. Be gentle and consistent. 
  • Brush your teeth and floss. I used to be a big floss-skipper too, but you’d be amazed at how dig of a difference it makes. Rinse with a whitening mouthwash. I use one by Crest, and I notice a major difference in my teeth’s overall whiteness in just a few days.
  • Give yourself enough time to get ready. Whether you’re a wash-and-go kind of girl, or someone who spends an hour doing a full contouring routine before class (and either one is fine!), make sure you aren’t rushing. If you need to wake up a few minutes earlier than normal, so be it. Rushing sets an awful, stressed-out tone for the rest of the day. Allow yourself to be relaxed before taking on the day.
  • Eat something. I’m not going to say eat a big breakfast, because some people (myself included) just can’t eat in the morning. But you should eat, or at least bring a little something with you to work or school. If you can’t eat a full breakfast, grab a fruit! You won’t be as hungry come lunch time, making you less likely to gorge yourself.
  • Shower. You can do this at night, in the morning, whatever. Again, this is something you should allow some time for. I don’t wash my hair every day, but I do condition it every day (from the ears down). Scrub yourself with a delicious-smelling body wash. If you shave, make yourself as smooth as a dolphin, dude. If you don’t, then don’t and don’t ever ever ever let anyone make you feel bad or weird about it. When you get out of the shower, wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and totally slather your sexy self with lotion. Top to bottom. Do it as soon as you can post-shower so it can really sink in. 
  • Put leave-in condition throughout your damp hair and comb it through.
  • Put on an outfit that makes you feel good! So important!
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Take a look at your daily to-do list. Knock out the most pressing stuff first. Take pride when you cross things off your list.
  • Make your bed! Oh my god, make your bed. Do it. Do it. Do it. 

EVERY AFTERNOON 

  • Follow the “touch it once” approach. This is a truly life-changing thing. When a task is in front of you, no matter how big or small, just do it right then and there. How many times have you gotten a work email or homework assignment and thought, “Eh, I’ll do it later”? And then later never comes? Once something pops up, do it once. Squash it and be done. Cross things off your list and feel like a badass.
  • Try to go for a walk at lunch. Even one little lap around the block or campus will reenergize you like nobody’s business. 
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Be present. This is so hard for me too, but you have to make a major effort to be present in whatever you’re doing. Be engaged and plugged-in and just exist in the moment. Give 100 percent.
  • Be friendly to friends and strangers. A smile goes a long way.
  • Eat something. Eat what you packed for lunch (see below) and take a break from working while you do it. You need “you time”!

EVERY EVENING

  • Take your makeup off as soon as you’re in for the night. Wash your face with your full routine and let your skin have a break. 
  • Workout. You can also do this in the morning. Whatever works for you. Make a great playlist and go hard af. Get your cardio in. Get your strength training in. Earn every freaking sweat bead forming on your forehead. Earn your shower!
  • Knock out your homework. Life is infinitely better you don’t have anything hanging over your head. Half the time, the energy and emotion you spent dreading/putting off your work is ten times worse than the work itself.
  • Make a list of what needs to be done tomorrow. It’ll set you up for success the next day, and you won’t forget anything!
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Lay out your clothes for tomorrow. This will save you SO MUCH TIME in the morning omg I can’t even tell you how important this is.
  • Eat something great. And once you’ve decided to be done eating for the night, be done. Brush your teeth so you can’t eat again.
  • After brushing, do a whitening treatment. Whether it’s classic baking soda, a Crest white strip, or a laser. Do something. And floss! Retainers in too, ladies 0:)
  • Relax! Take a few hours to do what YOU want to do. Scroll through Tumblr, binge on some Netflix, FaceTime gossip with your friends, anything. Do whatever makes you happiest. 
  • Shut the electronics off an hour before you want to go to bed. Put your phone on sleep mode. If you stare at the screen, it will keep you awake and alert and you won’t be able to fall asleep. A good night’s sleep is crucial for weightless and general happiness lol
  • Do a quick sweep of your room and see if there’s anything you can put away real quick. A clean space is a happy space.
  • Crawl into your bed (aren’t you happy you took the time to make it?!) and read a book by lamplight for a while. When you start to feel sleepy, go to sleep. Don’t push it. You kicked ass today and you deserve rest. 

EVERY WEEKEND

  • Do something with your friends. It just has to be one thing. Even if you’re just hanging out at the coffee shop, spending time with your squad will make you a better, happier person.
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Do something just for you. Set your laptop up in the bathroom and watch a Netflix marathon while you take a bubble bath. Buy an old school bottle of Mr. Bubbles ($3 at Target!) and really just soak. Relax. Light a candle.
  • Do something creative. You can read a book, write, blog, draw, code, anything. It just has to be something that speaks to your passion.
  • Track your progress. Just do this once a week so it doesn’t become all-consuming. And remember that non-scale victories are just as important as shedding pounds.
  • Take the time to be grateful. Tell your friend how much you admire her taste in music. Mention to your mom how much you love her cooking and how happy you are that she takes care of you. Thank your teacher after an especially interesting lecture. When you do something awesome, take a moment to admire YOURSELF. Be grateful for even the little things.

Anything I missed? Reblog + add yours! Don’t forget to tag your progress!

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mine until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.
The Second Master List
 Have you ever considered dating yourself?
  1. Which would you choose? Being with your soulmate for 1 year and then they  die, or choosing to not meet them at all.
  2. If a prisoner (in jail) wrote a letter to you, Would you write back?
  3. If you could have a twin, Would you?
  4. If you had to give up Your arms or your legs -which would it be?
  5. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
  6. If you had to pick 1 or 2 qualities that you have had since you were a child -what would they be.
  7. If you could see your death Would you want to see it?
  8. If you could lose all your memories and start fresh, would you choose to do it? Say the age you start fresh would be at 15 years old.What about at 20?
  9. Would you rather have an unrequited love for 5 years or feel no love for 5 years?
  10. Would you ever give 5 years of your life To extend the life of a grandparent?
  11. Would you rather have a father that is in jail or not know who your father is?
  12. How many more Failures can you take?
  13. If you could pick a country that most represents you, which would it be?
  14. If you could be on a dating reality TV show -would you?
  15. Would you choose to look in mirrors all day, or never look in a mirror again?
  16. What is the first thing you look at when you look at yourself in the mirror?
  17. If you could never again think one thing what would it be?
  18. If you had to be sick for the rest of your life would you choose something that kills you quickly & painfully, or bearably but slowly
  19. If you could redo your first kiss would you: a) choose to do it and b)
    1. -change the person
    2. -change your age
    3. -change the location
    4. -change your/their skill level
  20. Do you think more people like(d) you now or when you were younger?
  21. If you could change your name what would you change it to?
  22. If you could change your name what would you change it to?
  23. Have you ever been attracted to a friend’s parents?
  24. What would you do if your life was stuck on replay, and you continuously relived one day?
  25. What is something you’ve always wanted to do  but never done because it doesn’t “fit” with what people expect/are used to from you? (now consider doing it!)
  26. If anything could happen to/through your tumblr site what is the one thing you wish would?
  27. How many times have you wanted to ask someone out but haven’t done it because you *weren’t sure if your feelings were strong enough*?
  28. If you are sick and will die in 1 yr, And you found your soulmate (and they know they are as well). Would you:
    1. A)even tell them you are sick, and
      B) be with them for the year, or break up with them 
  29. What characteristic makes you attractive to the opposite sex/potential partners? (Do one physical and one personality)
  30. If you had to choose between getting married to your soulmate and continuing a super successful career -which would you choose?
  31. Would you rather settle or be alone?
  32. Have you ever questioned Your sexual orientation?
  33. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?
  34. What roles do love and affection play in your life?
  35. Would you like to be famous? For what?
  36. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?
  37. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?
  38. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.
  39. Would you (do you) ever save 50% of your income?
  40. What do you think you haven’t found in a potential partner yet? Why?
  41. When something bad happens how do you deal with it?
    1. Talk to someone
    2. Think about it alone (ruminate)
    3. Ignore/suppress and distract yourself
    4. Try to fix it immediately
  42. Would you say yes to being in the body of the opposite gender for 1 year?
  43. Have you ever considered “trying out” an eating disorder?
  44. Ask a significant person in the group you are playing this game with, whether they have ever considering breaking up with you (friendship-wise or romantically), when, and why did they not.
  45. What’s the biggest sacrifice You’ve made for the person on your left (or in the room), that they haven’t acknowledged?
  46. Ask your father “How am I most like you, and how does that scare you?”
  47. Are you scared someone in the room will hurt you? Who, and in what way?
  48. If you needed to decide between two people you know, which will die  -would you want to decide, or let a stranger decide?
  49. After a long pursuit You realise someone is as keen
  50. What was your family’s attitude towards affection? How has that impacted you?
  51. Do you wish facebook didn’t exist?
  52. Think of the question you would most like answered, by a person or an all-knowing being or device. Which of the following most closely resembles the answer you’d like to hear?
    1. Without a shadow of a doubt
    2. Never
    3. You are
    4. No i didn’t
    5. I will show you everything
    6. I do
    7. Come with me
    8. Only one
    9. Yes
    10. Always
    11. You will
    12. In the distant future
  53. What do  you like most about having a child of your own? You MUST say something
  54. Is there a profession You’ve always wanted to date? (Doctor. Firefighter, military, vet etc)
  55. Among your group of friends are you one who will generally take care of and help everyone (even if you hate it)? Or are you the one who rationally thinks about it and determines whether the person actually needs help?
  56. Would you rather live in a world where you are never alone or where you are always alone
  57. If your life could be a soundtrack Which movie/tv show’s would you choose?
  58. If you could live a movie which would you choose?
  59. Has this election Made you be more interested or less interested in politics? Think carefully.
  60. Ask the person across from you Who do you think I should be with?
    1. -pick anyone
      -pick anyone from your friends
      -pick any celebrity
  61. Be honest: the person asking you these questions -If you could have their life -would you want it?
  62. When was the last time you cried? Why?
  63. Would you rather feel too much or feel nothing at all?
  64. Do you feel you are more attached to your friends, than they are to you?
  65. Which of the seven deadly sins Do you deal with the most?
  66. Within the group of people You are answering questions with, what is something you really regret that you’ve done to someone in the group.
  67. What would the title of your autobiography be?
  68. Do you have songs that you avoid because they make you feel too much? Give one example, and one feeling associated with it.
  69. If you could be an Expert in any field, which would you choose?
  70. If you could be an Expert in any field, which would you choose?
  71. Describe your ex Using one emoji
  72. What aspect do you struggle With the most, when making a new friend? (Ex: Vulnerability, time/history together, learning about them, integrating into your life etc).
  73. Do you have a hard time Integrating your friends into different aspects of your life? ( Ex work friends with family, family friends with school friends).
  74. Big spoon or little spoon? Why?
  75. In what situation do you Feel the loneliest?
  76. What is something you Believe your parents dislike about you?
  77. Do you feel That the way you look right now represents who you are/how you feel?
  78. Choose between being able To make people very happy vs. Never hurting them. Which would you choose?
  79. What made you start Your Tumblr blog?
  80. Have you ever wished For a disorder or disability? (Or considered it)
  81. Choose. Between perpetrator and victim.
  82. Do you feel Like you’ve reached your peak?
  83. How much of your time Do you spend thinking about romance?
  84. Have people pointed out Your biggest insecurity, or have you never talked about it with anyone (positively or negatively)?
  85. Alternate to 101:
    1.  i.  Did you generate your insecurity, or was it something you  developed over time based off of other people’s comments
  86. If you were in a group of best friends; Are you the:
    1. A) ring leader 
    2. B) the groupie
    3. C) the lone wolf
    4. D) the drifter
Towards a working definition of “anti”

Most of us know it when we see it, but I figure any discussion about fandom antis and how to respond to them would benefit from having a solid answer to “what even is an anti, anyway?” Laying out the exact characteristics that distinguish anti wank from every other kind of wank also helps clarify what, exactly, is going on here, why it’s appalling, and also why it’s appealing to those who engage in it.

I’m going to define it as a behavior rather than a particular type of person. The anti movement is:

1. A form of intra-community aggression within fandom, that
2. Seeks, as its primary goal, to designate out-groups who are fair game for social brutality, by
3. Categorically declaring certain forms of fan engagement (ships, characters, fic genres, fanart styles, video game mods…) to be intrinsically morally wrong and in need of stamping out, regardless of how or why one engages with them, and
4. Justifies this by claiming a causal relationship between the targeted activities and some form of (usually SJ-flavored) real-world harm that they allegedly promote.

The order is important, because it goes from most to least essential. 1 is fundamental context, 2 is ultimate purpose, 3 is the mechanism used to accomplish that purpose, 4 is the justification for using that mechanism.

Let’s take it number by number.

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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Fic Recommendations

I’m bored so i’m making this list of all the fics that I’ve read (and liked). I’ll be updating this every now and then. I’ll also probs put it in my bio. I’ll be categorizing them by main ship then I’ll have the links and their summaries. I’ll also add their ratings  

Namjin 

Charmed - kaythebest  (Teens and Up) 

“So you’re not going to eat me?” Seokjin asks, just to confirm.

“Why would I eat you?”

“Because you’re a dragon,” Seokjin says slowly, because it should be obvious, despite Namjoon not looking very dragon-y at all.

Namjoon looks unimpressed. “I may be a dragon, but I’m not an animal.”

before things come together - brightlight  (Explicit)

Namjoon didn’t expect to run into the TA from his philosophy class at the gay bar Taehyung and Jimin drag him to, he really didn’t expect him to look this nice outside of class, and he really, really didn’t expect to have a crush on him.

It’s going to be an interesting semester.

그 손을 내밀어줘 - sugavevo  (General Audiences) 

bangtan as kids ft. namjin as parents

Let’s Not Hurt Anymoreexfatamorgana  (Mature)

They don’t talk about it, and usually no one thinks to ask. But if you did, Namjoon and Seokjin would tell. They aren’t keeping secrets, and if you asked them, they’d answer. It just so happens that on a Sunday, not much different from any other Sunday, the other boys think to ask.

So how do two people who are always together end up… together?

you have 1 new message - bazooka  (Teens and Up) 

r u n c h r a n d a.
fuck
this is going to sound like the weirdest shit
okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign

~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~
hahahahahahaha wtf

Creating a Home - CheekyBrunette (General Audiences)

Seokjin is used to getting calls from social workers at all hours of the day, but never this late at night.

(In which Hoseok loses a mom and gains two dads and four brothers.)

Yoonjin

(cause i) i’m a fool for you - onrainydays (General Audiences) 

yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night to feed seokjin’s sugar gliders

of sweet kisses and raspberries - onrainydays (Teens and Up) 

seokjin loves soft things.

yoongi isn’t a thing but he’s soft. really really soft.

and seokjin loves him.

give me the warmth of your love - onrainydays (General Audiences)

just a drabble of tired seokjin craving cuddles

Namseok

The Jung-Kim Family - onrainydays (General Audiences)

The kid was dressed very Namjoon and smiled very Hoseok. He looked like a perfect combination of the two in every picture, melted his parents’ hearts and made their eyes shine with the purest love.

or, namseok’s child was too cute not to make him a model

Yoonmin 

An Aperture in Fine Balance - blurrylines  (Teens and Up) 

Fake Marriage AU in which Yoongi is an up and coming rapper whose fame had blown up in Korea, traveled throughout Asia and has now landed him in the States. Meanwhile, Jimin is in America to study photography and find success in this land of freedom. Except for one problem. His school’s policy for financial aid requires him to be either over the age of 24, have a child, or be married.

Considering the fact that he’s only 21 and can’t have a kid, Jimin is left with the last option.

That’s where Yoongi comes in the picture.

a+++ cutie - yururin  (General Audiences) 

“Are you sure your name’s Jimin and not Jinyoung?” Yoongi asked, feeling extremely dumb, but the laugh that Jimin answered him with was worth it. Sort of.

“I’m sure, hyung,” Jimin replied softly, leaning both arms on the table as he grinned at Yoongi, “finally figured it out?”

85 Days of Summer - yururin  (Explicit)

When his friends dragged him to some secluded, intimate beach resort for their summer break, all that Yoongi expected to get were cheap souvenirs, sand between his toes, and a lot of sunburns.

He didn’t expect that a beautiful boy with honey skin, soft copper hair, and a smile so bright and happy would steal his heart instead.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine - yururin  (Mature) 

On their second anniversary, Yoongi proposed to Jimin.
On their third anniversary, Yoongi woke up to the news of Jimin’s untimely death.
On Jimin’s first death anniversary, Yoongi met Jimin again.

The Letter Thief - d4wndust  (Teens and Up) 

Min Yoongi receives a text from an unknown number and it seems to be a suicide note.
Park Jimin says his goodbyes through a text, but to a wrong number.

Min Yoongi makes Park Jimin live a little longer and Park Jimin makes Min Yoongi start living.

Truth or Dare - fratboyyoongi  (Not Rated) 

Based on a prompt I got from otpprompts on tumblr that goes like:
(Imagine that Person A and Person B (who are not going out yet, but have crushes on each other) are playing Truth or Dare with their friends, who can tell about their feelings toward one another. One of their friends dares B to kiss A. B leans over and kisses A on the cheek. Very tired of B’s BS, A tells them, “Come on B, you know that’s not what they meant” and grabs their head and kisses them on the mouth.)

we pass in front of a flower shop (and i catch the scent of roses) - groovystars  (General Audiences) 

Jimin’s a florist who sings to the flowers and crushes hard on the mint-haired man who just came in to buy a cactus.

The Boy in the Music Box - MissterMaia  (Teens and Up) 

Yoongi doesn’t really expect anything special when he finds an old music box in his grandmother’s attic and she tells him to keep it. Oh sure, he expects the music box to be a pretty decoration to add to the stale interior of his small apartment. He expects it to play a tune and he might even dare to expect the barely-functioning little ballerina to dance along to the soft chimes, but that’s it, really.

The last thing he expects is for the little ballerina to take human form at night and throw his life out of balance with radiant smiles, soft giggles, and a heart-wrenching story.

Sunshine on a Rainy Day - MissterMaia  (General Audiences) 

It’s a fact as well-known as water being wet that Min Yoongi hates mornings. He hates the lethargicness of waking up, the temporary lack of complete motor control, the slowness of his sleep-drunk mind as it attempts to power up again after the six-hour long reboot session. Truly, mornings are the devil’s work.

But maybe Yoongi hates them a little less thanks to the cute weatherman he watches over a cup of coffee every morning.

The Songbird and the Sea - MissterMaia  (Mature) 

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

Hey, Piano Man - MissterMaia  (Explicit) 

In which Yoongi, after having his evening completely ruined by a drunk asshole on his way home from a rough day at the studio, decides he himself needs to get drunk and wanders into an old-fashioned pub. He may or may not find his bad mood washed away by the cute bartender, and he may or may not end up completely and utterly smitten when said bartender gets on the small stage and starts singing in the most angelic, beautiful, seductive voice he’s ever heard in all his life.

“You play the piano?”

“I… yeah, I do, actually. How’d you know?”

The bartender’s smile is shy and confident all at once, and Yoongi’s heart lurches in confusion. “Just a feeling,” Jimin says softly, busying himself with drying a glass. “Your hands are beautiful. They look like they were made to play an instrument.”

Soul Bond - springrain21 (Teens and Up) 

Everyone is born with a Soulmate, but not everyone gets to meet their other half in their lifetime. Twenty one year old Park Jimin suspects he will never meet his Soulmate. When he accidentally makes skin-to-skin contact with the cold, distant Min Yoongi, he discovers that the two of them are Soulmates. But what happens when Yoongi doesn’t even believe in Soulmates? Will Jimin develop the deadly condition known as Soul Sickness? And will Yoongi make it in time to save him?

Love is fulfilment of the law - Yoongi_trash (Teen and Up)

“They were a strange couple, Jimin knew it. He knew that it was wrong on so many levels. On every level. He’d read the books, knew the laws; homosexuality was a sin and it always would be. But Jimin couldn’t help it, couldn’t deny his feelings for Yoongi.”

AKA the church AU in which Jimin is a probably an angel sent from heaven and Yoongi’s nickname is the Antichrist

time follows you (and fades) - thebestofme (Teen and Up)

hp!au - how half-veela!jimin and yoongi fall in love in the Slytherin common room.

(or, two sides of one story: Jimin worries about the effects of his Allure and hides his veela nature; Yoongi loves Jiminie but is too confused by mixed signals to act on it).

you and me (are the difference between real love and the love on tv) - inkingbrushes (Teen and Up)

Yoongi is pretty sure his friends are conspiring against him.

Or: that stupid college au where they’re all drunk and playing the “of course” game.

smile like silver - jflawless (Teen and Up)

Anonymous said:
could you do a yoonmin fic where yoongi gets a tongue piercing ? and jimin just really likes it

when you’re in love all the lines get blurred - jflawless (Teen and Up)

Jimin isn’t sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he’s opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.

It’s your Birthday but you’re my Gift - smoljean (General Audiences) 

Yoongi celebrates 5 birthdays with Jimin over the course of 20 years.
(aka Yoongi growing up with Jimin only to realise he’s falling for his childhood friend).

you wish i was yours (and i hope that you’re mine) -  awsuga (Mature)

Jimin is getting ready to sleep his summer away now that all his friends have left for college except for him. That is, though, until he meets Yoongi. A boy two years older than him from the city, who has been kicked out by his parents and is now living with his aunt.

Because of Yoongi Jimin learns more about himself in one summer than he has his entire life.

give me a sign - iwillalwaysbelieve (Teen and Up

Yoongi thinks the universe is a dick for a lot of reasons.
Reason #1: It gave a deaf person a soul-mark that revolves around speech.
Reason #2: Once he decided to hate his soulmate no matter what they were like, the universe gave him a really attractive soulmate.
Reason #3: Said soulmate is overly kind, no matter how much of a dick Yoongi is.
Reason #4: Yoongi is definitely fucked.

Midnight Dreamers - ghuns (Teens and Up)

Soulmates. They’re something vague and the only clues to them lie within your dreams.

Speak to Me - noonatha  (General Audience)

Yoongi might not be able to hear what he’s missing out on, but he can see it.

 give me thirty days (to fall in love with you) - kstorms  (Teens and Up)

“Hi! I’m Park Jimin!” when he gets no reaction, Jimin pushes on, a little hesitantly. “As in, your soulmate?”

or

Jimin meets his soulmate, and it doesn’t go the way he’s planned (nothing ever does, really).

Once Upon A Dream - yururin (Teens and Up)

“Somebody once promised they’d find you, and that they’ll love you more than they already do,” Yoongi murmurs, a smile on his lips when recognition sparks in Jimin’s eyes, “somebody once promised they’d ask you to be theirs when they can finally do so again.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything—just leans into Yoongi’s touch, that same shy smile Yoongi has grown to love still on his face.

“Be mine, Park Jimin?”

(or alternatively: "that yoonmin soulmates AU where you can see a glimpse of your past life on the eve of your 18th birthday and Jimin dreams of a forbidden Joseon era love story with an upperclassman Min Yoongi, popular basketball player in uni, 18384/10 out of his reach”.)

Time Lapse - NomNams  (Explicit)

Min Yoongi is a time jumper, and Jimin is tethered to his timeline. Or he’s tethered to Jimin’s. Who knows. All Yoongi knows, is that no matter where he jumps to, Park Jimin will be waiting.
__________

“Give me a reason not to think you’re some spy working for the government who plans to…”

“You have a cow lick above your right ear. There’s a scar on your right knee cap that you got when you were four falling off a pony in Daegu. You have a birthmark patch low on your left butt cheek, and another on your inner…”

“Fine. Fine. Just… please stop there.” Yoongi begged, blushing five shades of red.

Bullet Boy - sugamins  (Explicit)

If you want to make it big, you’ve got to start off small. This is something that Jimin acknowledges, for he just carries on singing features for underground rappers in the hopes of breaking into the mainstream scene even when the lyrics mean nothing to him.

If you want to make it in the scene, you’ve got to fake it in the scene. This is something that Yoongi understands intimately. But he’s never been one to be a poser, and there’s only far stuntin’ can get you before you burn out like the end of a cigarette.

Yoongi finally wants to move on from his bad past and take the gamble so that he can drop his first mixtape as ‘D-boy’, and he can’t think of anyone more perfect to feature on it than rising talent: Park Jimin.

Jimin really wants to break free from nights spent singing at hip hop clubs for a pittance and finally have his name on an official track in the music charts, but he’s going to need some help navigating the brutal world of music contracts and the paparazzi; and being involved in a scandal the likes of which the industry has never seen before.

Multi-Ship (is that even a thing?)

Namjin, Yoonmin and Taekook: 

Nyctophile - yururin  (Mature) 

“Like I said, monsters aren’t real, Taehyung.”

Jimin quickly pulled the closet doors open.

At the bottom of the closet, sitting on the floor and leaning heavily against the walls, was a man with dark pink hair clad in dark clothes, bleeding and injured and looking positively close to death.

Jimin didn’t know what to do.

Craigslist Date - springrain21 (Mature)

Main Ship: Yoonmin

Min Yoongi’s family are judgmental and unsupportive of his lifestyle and his mother won’t stop nagging him about how he’s still single. When he finds Park Jimin on Craigslist offering to pose as someone’s fake date to mess with their family, Yoongi can’t help himself. What starts as a prank on Yoongi’s family turns into something more when the two of them quickly develop feelings for each other. Will Yoongi, who doesn’t know how to handle feelings, let his chance at love slip away, or will he go after the silver-haired boy and hold onto him forever?

Inspired by that tumblr post about the guy on Craigslist who you can hire to be your date for Thanksgiving to screw with your family because that post makes me cry laughing every time I see it.

Soulmate? No, Thanks - Bookworming (Teen and Up)

Main Ship: Yoonmin

Min Yoongi has been waiting to have his first colour dream since he was 17 because a dream in colour is the dream of your soulmate, whoever they are. In a world where all humans have only black and white dreams the only colour dreams one gets are those of their soulmate, if they have one. Soulmates get each other’s dreams in colour and can speak to them through those dreams, a privilege Yoongi has coveted for a long time. Yoongi has also coveted his best friend Kim Seokjin for a long time but unfortunately for Yoongi, Seokjin’s soulmate loves sleeping and occupies his mind in a way Yoongi never does.
Park Jimin made the worst mistake of his life by getting drunk and driving himself home one day before his 17th birthday. When he wakes up, things have changed drastically, the biggest change being the sexy voice that interrupted his first pleasant dream in a LONG time.

Yoonminkook, Namjin and Vhope: 

Let Me Know - TheOrgasmicSeke  (Mature) 

Main Ship: Yoonminkook

Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it. Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it wasn’t happening.

Namjin, Yoonmin and Vhope:

Can I Get Your Dewey Decimal Number? - melecs  (Teens and Up) (a series)

Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s department.

Namjin and Yoonmin:

When life gives you elephants… - tired angry egg (Mirabelle)

(Its a series so each part has a different summary and rating) 

anonymous asked:

"It was a joke baby I swear!" With the reader saying it to harry.

Thanks for the request! I have so many more of these to write, but if you want to request one, the original post is tagged #drabble challenge !

….


It was a fun night. You’d invited a few friends over to your house for drinks and some much needed catching up, and Harry had insisted that he wanted to meet all your friends when you suggested he could go out with some of his own friends if he didn’t feel like sticking around. He was a social butterfly, but being around a ton of new people who could act like lunatics would be overwhelming for anyone.

Everyone was a couple drinks in, and you’d even convinced Harry to drink a little to loosen up. It was now the time when everyone was starting to get a little tipsy, but still aware of what was going on and everything they were saying.

One of your friends had been telling the same story for most of the night, as she was convinced that a ghost was living in her house. Everyone had been laughing and messing around about it, telling other silly ghost stories; but you listened intently for a while.

“You know, I practically live with a ghost too. He’s never around.” You joked, gently nudging Harry’s arm as your friends giggled. Harry laughed lightly along, but you were too distracted to notice the slight look of hurt in his eyes.

The night went along smoothly, and you made sure everyone had a safe ride home before heading upstairs with Harry to get ready for bed. It was clear that you were both exhausted, so nothing out of the ordinary happened as you collapsed onto the mattress and fell asleep with your head on his chest and his arms wound tightly around you.

He left the next morning as usual, kissing you on the cheek softly as you mumbled a quick goodbye and fell back asleep for a few more hours.

You were surprised when he came home in the early afternoon, kicking off his boots and setting down his bag by the door. It was completely unusual for him to be home this soon; you immediately worried that he wasn’t feeling well or something had gone horribly wrong in the studio.

“You’re home?” You asked as you peeked your head around the corner, and he gave you a soft smile, nodding and walking over to sling his arm around you.

“Didn’t have too much to do, so I decided to call it a day and come home to my girl.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You grabbed his face and pulled him farther into you, crashing your lips onto his suddenly. He didn’t complain.

The moment was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of Harry’s phone ringing in his back pocket, and you pulled away to let him tend to whatever was needed on the other line. He sighed as he pulled out his phone, and his face fell as he looked at the caller ID and backed away.

“I’m sorry, I have to-”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he turned around, bolting up the stairs and answering the call.

He’d been gone a few minutes when you couldn’t hear his muffled voice speaking into the phone anymore, and you tried to give him a little space before going up to talk to him. But worry got the best of you, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from going up to the bedroom to make sure the phone call hadn’t delivered any bad news. He was sitting on the bed when you walked in, not bothering to knock since the door was wide open. His eyes were focused on an invisible spot on the floor and he didn’t move his gaze when you sat next to him. That’s when you knew something was going on.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, setting your hand on his thigh as his gaze still didn’t move to your face. He shook his head slowly, his lips slightly pursed while his mind felt far away from you or the bedroom.

“You’re lying to me.” You said, your voice quiet and gentle as not to sound accusing. He finally allowed his eyes to meet yours, and you cupped his cheek softly to keep his sight from wandering away from you. He knew he couldn’t lie at this point; it would only hurt his case and he didn’t want you to lose any trust in him or think he was keeping something important from you.

“They wanted me back at the studio.” He mumbled, looking down at his legs and twisting one of his rings around his finger. You nodded at him, gently squeezing his thigh.

“That’s okay, baby. Go ahead. If there’s something you need to finish then-”

“I told them no.”

You raised your eyebrows, somewhat shocked at what he’d just told you. He was usually very flexible with his schedule; he would never mind spending a little more time at the studio or scheduling an extra interview. You didn’t complain either. Although it was hard being away from him all day, you knew that he enjoyed what he was doing and all the hard work was going to pay off in the end, when he impressed you with his accomplishments yet again. So, you couldn’t help wondering why he’d refuse another trip to the studio, especially if someone needed him for something. If there was one thing that overpowered his drive to work hard, it was his inability to say no.

“Why?” You nearly whispered, knowing that the answer was probably beyond your comprehension and something else was going on inside his head.

“Just wanted to be with you. That’s all.” He flashed you a tight smile, but you weren’t convinced for a second. His eyes were focused below him again, and seeing as it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to look at you, you slowly knelt down on the floor so he was forced to meet your eyes again.

“What’s really going on? It’s just me, baby, you can tell me.” You pried, your hands set just above his knees and your thumbs rubbing over his thighs gently.

“I just… what you said to your friends last night, it got me thinking that I’m kinda a shit boyfriend to you.”

You had to think a moment, running through everything you could have possibly said the night before that would’ve made him feel insecure. When it finally hit you, sympathy flooded through your body as you looked at his worried expression waiting for you to respond.

“About you not being around? Harry, I really didn’t mean that so seriously.” You tried to give him a small smile, continuing to rub his thighs softly and make him trust you. He didn’t seem convinced.

It was a joke, baby, I swear. I never meant for you to take it to heart.”

He nodded softly, his face still fallen and sad.

“It’s true, though.” He said.

You opened your mouth to get a word in, but he cut you off when his feelings suddenly came pouring out.

“I’m always gone. I can’t be here to help you around the house or do anything fun. I don’t know why you stay with me when I can’t even be a good boyfriend. I love you, but I know it’s only a matter of time before-”

This time, you were the one to cut him off when you leaned up to press your lips against his. You wouldn’t have been able to take it if he’d finished what you thought he was about to say.

“Don’t.” You warned, resting your hand on his cheek and finding your place next to him again. “I love you. And I know our situation isn’t ideal sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that I value you any less. The time we spend together makes up for all the time we spend apart.”

He was listening intently, taking in every word and trying to convince himself that the love of his life had no intention of leaving. You didn’t, of course, but he needed a bit of reassurance when his life got crazy and he’d fear you wouldn’t want to put up with it any longer.

“What I said last night wasn’t serious at all, Harry. It was a joke, meant to make people laugh. And I may have been a bit tipsy when I said it.” You chuckled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and leaning forward to press your lips against his forehead.

“You know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts. Or something like that.” He muttered, wringing his hands together nervously in his lap.

“Well, not this time. You’re a great boyfriend. Trust me. I love you so much, Harry, please don’t ever think any different.”

He studied your face for a minute, taking in every feature of the beautiful girl sitting in front of him and wondering how he managed to get so lucky. You were pleased to see a small smile on his face, the first genuine one you’d seen all day, as he spoke again.

“I love you too.”

Admitting it

One shot : You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door. 

I hope you guys will like this one shot! I feel a little bad because it’s again Kendall’s name I’m using, but it really is simply because of her’s and Harry’s past relationship.
As always, requests and feedback are welcome. 

Picture is not mine. It’s a gift from tumblr. 

A loud sigh escaped  my mouth and I hung my head low in exhaustion, my face hidden behind my sweaty palms. I felt as if all the responsibilities I had been trying to somehow balance on my shoulders over the past weeks came crumbling down like a wall of bricks, burying me. The familiar sound of my ringtone interrupted my thoughts and seeing the name flashing on the screen stopped any tears from spilling over.  My shaking fingers hastily slid over the phone screen and I eagerly pressed the device to my ear, desperate to hear the warmth of his voice.

“Harry! You have no idea how relieved I am that you’re calling.”

“M'glad to hear your voice, too, babe,” Harry answered, no hint of  a smile in his voice. He sounded oddly quiet and collected, not at all like the cheerful best friend he normally was.

“Are you alright?” I asked and pushed some of the books sprawled out in front of me away. There wasn’t much I would finish today anyway, especially not if Harry was unwell.

Ever since we had first bumped into each other it hadn’t taken more than one coffee to forge a strong bond between us. I always had his back and he had mine, protecting and supporting each other without questioning it. We often stayed at each other’s places for several days at once, trying to make the most of it given that the hectics of our daily lives didn’t allow us to spend too much time together. All of this remained merely platonic to him. I however, foolish as I was, had to fall so deeply in love with him I couldn’t even see the surface anymore.

“M'fine,” Harry hummed.

I didn’t quite buy his promise by the still rather void tone in his voice.

“You don’t sound like it, love,” I murmured, “what’s bugging you?”

I heard him take in a deep breath on the other side of the line, as if he needed to prepare for what he wanted to say next. When he spoke again his voice was much more tense.

“You know how Kendall and I have been going out and stuff, right?”  

I coughed as a lump crawled up my throat and swallowed hard before forcing out a small, “Yes.” My mind was already racing and torturing me with endless scenarios of what exactly he was implying by saying “stuff”.

When Harry had first brought Kendall around, I had already built a biased opinion on her. Her family’s public oriented life wasn’t something I could understand and never would it have come to my mind that Harry somehow could. Privacy was one of his top priorities. Meeting Kendall in person however had been different than expected and after two drinks with her I had to admit that she and Harry did fit together. She knew when to laugh, asked me questions about my much less eventful life than hers was and even hugged me when saying goodbye. And of course, she was of striking beauty. One look at her and it was clear how she was Harry’s match in every sense of the word.
After leaving them to climb into their taxi together and to head to his place I was overcome by sadness. Never had I confessed my feelings for Harry to him and now came the regret. I had noticed him observe me throughout the night, proving further how important it was to him that his friends liked her. A clear sign that their relationship was to be taken serious.

“I hope everything’s fine between the two of you,” I mumbled, hoping he’d believe the small lie.

“Not quite,” Harry replied, “we aren’t working out like I thought we would. And I feel so confused.” he broke off and I just knew he was shaking his head in lack of understanding.

“Is it because you’re apart too much?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered quickly, “Our houses aren’t too far apart from each other’s and now that I’m on my break I often fly out to see her. I’d say we spend 4 out of 7 days per week with each other.”

I tried to ignore the sting in my chest upon that information.

“If time isn’t the problem, then what is?” I asked.

So far in the year of us being close we’d only had two arguments and in both situations it was about me being upset because he wasn’t around.
Harry didn’t answer my question but paused to think of his next words, picking them carefully like he always did.

“She’s just not been acting the way the way she did when I met her. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t question me about my whereabouts or who it is that I am texting or calling. Kendall complains about everything I do and claims I’m distracted. Sometimes she even says she thinks it’s because of you. That you and I are dating. Can you believe that?”

“Crazy,” I laughed dryly. “What does she say when you ask her about her doubts?”

“Either that it’s nothing, she doesn’t want to talk about it or she refuses to answer me altogether. Shit like ‘you know exactly what this is about’, too.”

Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “Aside from missing you like crazy, I called to ask for advice on what I should do.”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you. I only know half about your relationship or how your feelings for her are,” I protested.
I knew full well I could never stay objective and so any advice I would give him wouldn’t be an honest one.
“All I could do is tell you to listen to your instincts. As they’re usually pretty good.”

“So you wouldn’t advise me to break up with her?” he asked me, sounding almost shy.
I cleared my throat, searching for words. He was unbelievable. Why did he have to ask me, the girl who loved him more than his girlfriend ever could, whether or not he should be single again?

“No, I wouldn’t,” I whispered timidly, choosing to push my selfishness aside.

“Hm. Alright.”

“Would you break up with her had just told you that I think it would be for the best?”

“Probably, yeah,” he answered. “But I’ll think it through one more time then.”

I wanted to die.

“You should do that,” I encouraged, mentally slapping myself. “You have to take care of yourself, though. I don’t want you to let it get too close to your heart.”

Harry sighed and I grinned when he mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, H?”

“I miss you,” he repeated quietly.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, “A lot.”

The faint noise of his laugh was enough to make my stomach flutter. My breathing picked up and I pictured him sitting there with a smile on his face because he had me advising him. After years of supporting his career I was glad to be able to be there for him privately as well.  

“You should come visit me,” I spoke abruptly.

“What?”

“Think about it. You’ve never met my family before and it would give you a break from everything! Here in my hometown you would be safe from media attention and you could think about what to do next with Kendall,” I rambled, unable to contain what I truly wanted any longer. Him by my side and away from his model to maybe, finally, see me the way I saw him.

“Visit?” he asked, surprise evident in his tone, “I-I can’t- Y/N, I miss you. I do, really, but I don’t think I can leave just like that. Kendall would throw a fit and I can’t just leave in the middle of all this without talking properly to her. I’m sorry-”

I swallowed hard and tried to breath through the stinging feeling in my chest.

“I understand that,” I interrupted him quickly. “Figuring out your relationship comes first. As it should.”

“No,” Harry disagreed, his voice sounded urgent, “Don’t say it like that. You know I would never put anyone or anything before you.”

The corner of my mouth twitched into a smile.

“Are you in LA?” I asked.

“I am. Why?”

“I just want you to know that there’s a door to my house that is always wide open for you. Metaphorically speaking, not literally. That’d be weird otherwise.”

He exhaled loudly and cleared his throat.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, H?”

“You really are the best friend I have.”

My heart swelled and I felt glad that he couldn’t see my burning cheeks.  

“Right back at you. Please take good care of yourself, okay?”

“I’ll try. You do too, yeah?”

“Always do.”

And with that we ended the phone call. That Harry hadn’t jumped onto my offer of him to come here began to hurt a little, but it wasn’t like I had expected anything else. The fact that he still wanted to be a good boyfriend to a woman he knew didn’t appreciate it, made me love him even more.

…..

It had been little over two weeks since I’d spoked to Harry and there had been absolute radio silence since. My family left town for the weekend and I had decided to use the quiet home to catch up on some of the work I had still left to do. On one evening however I didn’t feel like it at all.
Although the story I was reading had me clinging to every word, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the phone to check for a message from Harry every once in a while. The hope hadn’t died down yet.
The sound of the doorbell straddled me. It was 10:30 pm and the sky outside had turned dark hours ago. A nervous feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I’ve definitely watched too many horror films. Hesitantly I got up and walked to the door where I peeked through the window next to it. A movement in the dark made me jump but my heart instantly squeezed when I recognized the person waiting outside. I quickly unlocked the door and stepped out. The breath was knocked right out of me. The surprise of seeing him and how beautiful he was didn’t didn’t distract me from how exhausted he looked.

“Harry?”

“Hi,” he murmured, a faint smile on his face.

Within a second I had thrown myself at him and secured my arms around his neck while his wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to his chest.

“I can’t believe you came! I missed you so much,” I gushed.

After three months of being apart, I finally had him in front of me. Finally held him again. His body was warm and his shoulders strong under my touch. My hands found his hair and I exhaled happily upon finally being able to play with his soft curls again. I couldn’t swipe the smile off my face and enjoyed being able to breath him in again. Three months apart and he felt as familiar as if he’d never been gone.

“I hope it’s okay,” Harry mumbled into my hair. “You said I could visit and I…I just-” he broke off and pulled away from me before coughing heavily.

I gently patted his back in an effort to calm him. “Did your flannels not protect you from the threat that is the common cold? You should know better given how much time you spent in the oh so cold LA.”

A faint smile danced on his lips at my jokingly cooing voice, as he shook his head and with a final cough relaxed again.

“More likely in Ireland. I was visiting Niall last week.”

He came closer again and widen his arms to me. My heart jumped at the cocky half smile he had dancing on his cheeks and I gladly stepped into his arms, attaching mine once more around his shoulders. He squeezed my waist and I in return pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

“That’s lovely,” I mumbled, “And it’s more than okay that you’re here, Harry. You’re always welcome.”

Harry hummed and nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled quietly and shrieked when he bit down.

“I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” he whispered and exhaled a long breath.

Though I loved having Harry this close, it was this exact kind of behavior that had me close to loosing my mind. Having him embrace and holding on to me like this felt as if he needed me as desperately as I did him. And that wasn’t the case. He had Kendall.

Humming upon feeling his lips against the skin of my neck, I whispered gently: “How did everything go?”

He shrugged and released me slowly only leaving his hands to rest on my shoulders. From this close I could see the glossiness of his eyes and how sore the skin around his eyes and his cheeks was. I carefully brushed the back of my hand over the redness, hissing at how tender it felt.

“Harry?”

“It went fine,” he muttered. “Kendall and I are over.”

Relief, mixed with worry for my friend flooded me and I felt like crying when he looked at me with what I interpreted as sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know how much she meant to you.”

Though I didn’t. Selfish as I was I had never asked him a lot about Kendall and was a little taken aback by the emotion in his eyes.

He shook his head, smiling a little. “That’s not what’s going on right now, Y/N.”

“Then what is?” I asked, confused by his words.

Harry shrugged and took my hand. “I’ll tell you later.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “You seem so upset. This isn’t fair. No one as kind and good as you should feel like this.”

Harry shook his head once more and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “I’m alright, love. You worry more than you have to.”

My eyes narrowed as I observed his face. “I still don’t buy it, but let’s go inside, okay? I don’t want you to actually get sick.”

Ten minutes later Harry sat in my kitchen and watched me make tea for us both while he recollected the invents of the past weeks. He told me that Kendall hadn’t been surprised when he told her that he thought a break up would be for the best and that they were on good terms still.

“But I figured I’m gonna give her some space before calling or texting her again. To cool off a bit.”

“So it was you who ended things and not her?” I asked, a frown forming on my forehead.

Harry smiled when he noticed and tilted his head. “Does that surprise you?”

“I mean,” I began carefully, “if you’re happier like this I’m all for it of course, but I just didn’t expect it. Over the phone you sounded like you were sad about her creating distance between the two of you. I thought you loved her.”

At that he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Absolutely not. I liked her, but I could have never been in love with her. And neither did she love me. We were friends feeling like we somehow owed it to each other to at least try to be more, but she mistrusted me so quickly and always jumped on every article of me cheating on her. She read the worst shit about me and always believed every prejudice.”

I snorted at that. “Well that’s rich coming from her. God knows how much crap is being said about her on a daily basis and you never let that change a thing about how you felt for her. She couldn’t even give the same to you? That’s plain shitty of her.”

I shook my head, anger flooding through my body. Harry was so much more than what people made him out to be over the media and to know that his girlfriend didn’t appreciate him enough to see that, disappointed me. I was in the middle of turning to get mugs for our tea when I felt two arms wrap around me from behind. A small gasp escaped my lips when Harry stepped closer to press his chest against my back.

“Don’t frown, darling,” he mumbled and pressed his lips against my temple, “It’s all good now.”

I reached down and gently caressed his hands that were resting against my stomach.

“I just hate it when people treat you like that. You’re the kindest man I know and I wish you’d get some of what you give back sometimes. Especially from people you care about a lot.”

He only hummed and nuzzled his head into my neck where he kissed my skin. His hold on me tightened and I leaned my head further back so I could feel his short hair against my cheek.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is it true that you love me?”

My entire body froze and my heart beat so fast I could’ve sworn it would burst at any second.

“W-what?” I whispered. My body twisted and I tried to shrug his hold off but he only tightened his arms.

“Niall told me,” Harry murmured quietly, pulling me back closer against his chest. “He said you have for ages. You told him that you were too afraid to tell me. Is that true?”

“Niall he-” I cleared my throat, my mind desperate to catch up on what was going on. I shrugged again and this time Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to move away. My mind tried to think of a story I could sell him that would somehow keep me from loosing my best friend. All because I couldn’t keep my emotions at bay.

“You’re why I broke up with Kendall,” Harry said calmly.

I looked up to meet his shy gaze. When he knew he had my attention he continued:

“Y/N, I couldn’t force myself to try to fix this relationship. It wasn’t working out and it really began to mess with my head.”

I shook my head and willed myself not to cry in front of him.  

“So you travled to Ireland where Niall gave you the perfect solution.”

I took a deep breath and Harry frowned at my words.

“Go get the girl who’s easy and wouldn’t mind being your rebound,” I spat, anger replacing my hurt and betrayal. I couldn’t even decide at whom I was more angry. Niall or Harry.
“Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not a rebound for you and how even dare you think that! Using my feelings for you against me like this?!”

Harry moved quickly when the first sob shook me and took my hands in his. His sincere eyes met my teary ones and he reached his hands up to brush my cheeks.
“That’s not what’s going on here, Y/N. Calm breaths, darling and let me explain.”

I nodded, still slightly dazed and he smiled in relief.

“You are the most important person in my life, Y/N. You have been for what feels like forever now. But I didn’t think you felt the same so I didn’t say anything and threw myself into this relationship with Kendall, because honestly, I got lonely.”

He breathed heavily and moved his hands to my waist, holding me less than an arms reach away.

“And I was so unhappy in this relationship with her, because all I wanted is you. You never left my mind, not once and every minute I was with her, I wished it was you instead.”

I pulled a face at that. The situations he might have been in with her while thinking of me came to my mind. Reading my thoughts he chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, in those situations, too.”

“Oh, good god Harry!” I scolded and he laughed, grasping my hands when I tried to push him away. He cleared his throat and coughed.

“When I called you, I hoped you’d say something to indicate that you felt the same. When you didn’t, I decided to travel to Niall for advise and to clear my head. But before that I broke off with her. Niall didn’t tell me anything about your feelings for me while I was still with Kendall, I swear. I broke up because I felt too guilty for lying to Kendall like this and not because I knew there was a possibility that you’d let me have you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

“This is…” I began, taking a deep breath, “a lot.”

“I know,” Harry replied, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

I shoved him back. “Don’t grin at me like that!”

“Why?” he laughed and took hold of my waist again. The warmth of his hands instantly relaxed me as he moved his hands to rest beneath my shirt so he could touch my skin. “I feel such a relief now. Having this out in the open, you know?”

My kitchen felt awfully small though I knew this conversation wouldn’t be half as bearable if it was with anyone else. I pried Harry’s hands from me and moved a few steps away again. His worried gaze followed me.

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I am,” I reassured him, not liking the scared undertone his words had, “But I’m a little overwhelmed, Harry. It wasn’t like I chose to tell you about how I feel. I wasn’t ready. You basically forced it out of me.”

“Just tell me what you feel,” he proposed.

When I didn’t answer he sighed and slowly stepped closer to me.  "Y/N, I love you.“
His voice was soft and his eyes were almost pleading. "Please. You do too, just say it.”

I looked up at him, searching for words before deciding to follow his lead and to just put everything out in the open. After all, he claimed it felt good.

“Of course, I do, Harry. I’ve loved you for longer than I’ll ever admit. Do you need me to spell it out each day for you now?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t complain.”

“Stop being cheeky, Harry, you really caught me completely off guard here. My mind is having trouble wrapping my head around all of what you just told me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said and held up his hands, “I shouldn’t have pushed you like this.”

I fiddled with my fingers and hesitated before speaking up again. Having Harry confess his feelings for me had been everything I ever wanted, but now that it had happened I didn’t feel as happy as I had expected to be. Seeing Harry with Kendall had somehow changed the way I saw him. I never saw him as a celebrity, but watching him show off his model girlfriend had shifted my view and now I saw how awfully different we were. He was an attractive and rich artist while I looked terrible plain and boring by his side.

“I just don’t know what we should do now,” I confessed, “Our lives are so different, Harry. Where would I fit in?”

“Right here with me, by my side. Like you always did,” Harry assured and I didn’t fight him when his hands reached for my hips. “Y/N, I love you. I’ll make sure that whatever it is that worries you, won’t ever be a threat to us, alright? M'gonna make you happy, Y/N. Please let me.”

His warm fingers gently massaged mine and his green eyes searched for some sign of consent to what he was proposing. I knew that I wanted this. He was who I wanted for years now and I knew that my need for him would never lessen or disappear.

“Y/N,” Harry begged softly, “Trust me on this.”

I sighed, moved forward and touched my hand to his cheek. I gently scratched the skin before reaching up to comb his soft hair. My lips moved to his, hesitantly at first but eager when I felt him kiss me back. I whined when he pulled away and he chuckled.

“S'that mean you wanna be my girlfriend?”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes.”

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Animal Experts

Here’s my fic for the Seasons @kagehinaficzine! I got to collaborate with @k-a-r-o-1221 – for the season of spring, we came up with a Wildlife Park AU ^^ 


It’s dark out when Kageyama’s alarm goes off, but he shoves his blankets off his legs and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. In an hour, he’s dressed and out his front door.

A little before seven on that mild April morning, he’s hustling into work. A few staff members raise a hand in greeting, though he doubts they remember his name. Most wouldn’t even notice the absence of one lowly grad intern. He probably could have gotten a little extra shut-eye, if he’d wanted to sleep in. But he’s got a job to do.

He opens the door to his first appointment of the morning and is immediately greeted by a blast of sound that practically blows his hair back, a loud trumpet call.

“Good morning,” he says, to the five hundred pound baby elephant, already waiting to start its day off on the right foot. Very literally—Kageyama lays out all his tools necessary for their daily foot care routine.

The job is as tough as the elephant’s leathery skin, but it’s just one small part of his work at the Wildlife Rehabilitation Park and Zoo. The acres of land owned by the park are home to dozens of species, all of them in need of a little more care than they’d otherwise get out in the wild. The baby elephant was abandoned by its mother at birth and would have died, but it was rescued by the park. In four months, it will be flown back to Africa, where a team will help facilitate its reintroduction into the herd. Kageyama will miss it, but the other animals will keep him very busy.

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Under The Weather

“Hi, John. Shouldn’t you be busy with your latest number?” Root fished around through a stack of blankets in the dresser drawer.

“No, I think you’d better start without her. Shaw’s si…”

There was a dull thud behind her and she turned around.

Shaw had thrown a knife at her. Admittedly it was still in its sheath, and not so much ‘thrown’ as ‘vaguely tossed in her general direction’, but she got the message.

“Shaw’s…busy. Very busy. In fact we’re both busy. Together. Bye, John!” That should stop any further questions.

She tugged a heavy wool blanket out from the bottom of the drawer, made some half-hearted attempts at fixing the mess she’d made, and then just gave up and shoved the drawer until it mostly closed.

Shaw was a small, miserable heap under the covers on the bed and barely stirred when she added the new blanket to the pile already on top of her.

“He’s going to find out you’re sick eventually.”

There was a noncommittal grunt from under the covers, but no other response. Root sat down on the edge of the bed and gave the lump under the blankets a reassuring pat.

“I don’t know why you don’t want him to know. Everyone gets sick occasionally, Sameen.”

“I don’t.” The answer was somewhat muffled. 

The blankets shifted and rustled and Shaw peaked out and half sat up. Her nose was a little red and she was sniffling. Root fought down the urge to smile.

“Why are you still here?”

“Thought you might need someone to play fetch for you.” She gestured at the mess of tissues and empty glasses on the nightstand. “Get you refills.”

“Don’t need any help.” Her tone was sullen, but she was eyeing the empty tissue box with something approaching concern.

“Well, how about thinking of it as a mission of sorts? The Machine thinks it would be good for me to spend time putting someone else’s needs ahead of my own. Call it a learning experience.”

“Bullshit.”

It was complete bullshit, but she just shrugged helplessly at Shaw and didn’t move.

“Fine. Whatever. I’m out of water.” Shaw flopped back onto the pillows.

She downed half the glass Root brought her, curled up on her side, and pulled the blankets back over her head. There was some shuffling around until somehow Shaw’s back ended up pressed up against Root’s leg where she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Thanks.” It was barely audible from under the blankets.

“Of course.” Root smiled down at her and settled herself in more comfortably.




“Root? You in here?”

The lights were all off in the subway, but the text message Shaw had received had been pretty clear that this was where they were supposed to meet. So where was Root?

A sudden fit of coughing drew her attention to the cot near the back wall.

“Why are all the lights off?” she asked as she got closer.

Root was curled up in a ball with the thin sheet pulled over her. She was shivering enough that Shaw could tell even in the low light.

“Shaw?” Root’s voice was hoarse and she sounded puzzled, blinking a couple times like she couldn’t quite focus.

“You sick?” It was a fairly rhetorical question. Shaw leaned over to feel Root’s forehead with her hand.

“You know I love it when you go all doctor mode on me.”

Root didn’t sound very convincing, but if she could still attempt bad innuendo then she probably wasn’t in imminent danger of dying. Probably.

“You’ve got a fever. This why you texted me?”

“I texted you?” She looked genuinely confused.

“Uh, no. Never mind.” 

Apparently the Machine thought taking care of sick analogue interfaces was now part of the team mission statement. How annoying. Though that meant that Root hadn’t actually asked her for help and had been planning to just lie here being sick and miserable by herself. Which was even more annoying.

“Why didn’t you text me?” Shaw shrugged out of her coat and looked around the area. Root didn’t seem to have any sort of cold or flu medicine or even a box of tissues.

“For what?”

For some reason, all Shaw could think about was how she’d heard that sick or injured animals often hid themselves away to stay safe.

“If you’re this sick, you should ask for help.” It was probably the flu judging by the looks of her, but still.

Root was staring away across the room, not looking at her. “Never have before.”

Shaw wondered how long that stretched back for. She’d probably been on her own during her years as a hacker, but surely someone had taken care of her when she was a kid?

She sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, and Root immediately moved over to curl up around her, soak in her warmth.

“Do you at least have a coat around here?” Shaw asked after a few minutes.

“In the subway car.” She raised her head when Shaw stood back up. “Where’re you going?”

“I’m going to get your coat and then you’re coming back to my place. I’ve got actual working heat and medicine and stuff.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Yeah, I do.”

She walked away before Root could ask why.

After locating Root’s coat in the subway car, she stopped in front of the softly glowing monitor display.

“Thanks for the heads-up, I guess.”

There wasn’t any response, but she hadn’t really expected one. She turned away and headed back to take Root home.

Open letter to the ‘Truthers’ in the Outlander Fandom

Summary: You’re the fucking worst.

I popped back into the fandom to check out Sam & Cait slaying at BAFTA. Christ, I shouldn’t have done it. The things that I inadvertently witnessed have compelled me to write this letter despite spending hours trying to simply forget. I know that when we don’t like or agree with someone we should just walk away. But the activist in me cannot let this go without saying something.

The reason that I deactivated my blog recently was, quite simply, for mental health reasons. I joined this fandom because, for the first time in many years, I gave myself permission to do something that was purely for my own enjoyment. Not something that would benefit my family, my friends, or my career. Just something for me. Outlander is so wonderful. The story. The television show. The author, the cast and the crew who bring Outlander to life. I really thought that the fandom would be too. As someone who has flitted in and out of many fandoms for more than a decade, I was never foolish enough to expect this fandom to be filled with butterflies and rainbows. But, I am very capable of seeing the best in everything. That’s what I was looking for.

But, the entire time I spent in this fandom (both inside and outside of tumblr) I never once felt like I could be me. I am someone who has battled with anxiety and depression since the age of twelve and has a history of suicide attempts during my later teen years. Internal conflict can often be the most damaging kind. For people to censor their true selves, to be scared to put their name to their thoughts and feelings, to think that they deserve negative repercussions simply for being who they are, is an incredibly damaging state to be in. As a solo parent of a three old, and currently studying a masters degree in human rights that involves studying human rights violations around the word in depth, I simply cannot afford to do anything or be around anything that compromises my mental health. Not only did I find myself doubting that my opinions and feelings were valid but I had people anonymously messaging me and telling me that they weren’t. Although I found my safe place to be with the SamCait shippers within this fandom, the fandom itself is not a safe place. In hindsight, this safe place might have been one of the reason why I attracted so much negative attention. How sad is it when the place you feel most comfortable isn’t safe at all? 

It’s not just how people treat me but how people treat one another. I am an incredibly empathetic person. I can’t help it, no matter how much I try. It’s just who I am. I have always been defensive of people inside and outside of this fandom including MM. That is something that I’m sure we have in common. But the difference is that I get defensive of anyone being subjected to such behaviour. I see other people getting defensive of MM because of her girlfriend status.

I am confident in saying that the continued aggression within this fandom is primarily due to the people who commit so much of their time and energy into destroying the happiness of others. I know you think that you are doing the right thing. I know. I get it. But you are inflicting so much more damage than you are preventing. After all this time debunking shipper lies has anything stopped? Has anything changed? What you’re doing it not working. At most, you are succeeding in contributing to the conflict within this fandom. Christ, the way you talk about, bitch about, other people in this fandom is APPALLING. Is that really your quest in life? To tear other people down? To make people feel bad because they find happiness in places that you don’t? I don’t know how many times I have had to remind the people who read my [old] blog that we need to be nicer to each other because we NEVER know what the story is behind someone’s smile. Life is so fucking hard and you want to destroy what little happiness people can find? What the hell kind of person takes satisfaction in that?

It doesn’t matter whether people are celebrating fact or fiction. It truly doesn’t. All that matters is how we treat each other. So many people that I have met in my short time in this fandom have demonstrated that it is possible to ship in a way that is respectable, healthy and safe not only for them but other people near and far. I don’t know if you realise this, but all tumblr users and all participants in this fandom are individual people with individual thoughts and feelings. It is absolutely ridiculous to believe that particular bloggers or social media users are solely responsible for the words and actions of other fandom members.

In particular, I find the name calling in the fandom incredibly offensive (and I will say that I am particularly disgusted by the names thrown at MM). Labels such as ‘tinhatters’ and any words linked to mental instability is incredibly insulting to anyone who has ever suffered a mental illness or known someone who has suffered from mental illness whether that insult is directed at them or not. Do you ever stop to think about the things you’re doing and saying? Because I highly suspect that you might just look out the window at the awful members in this fandom only to find that it’s not a window but a mirror.

I truly wonder what will make you stop? When someone deletes their blog? Tell me, if  @jamesandclairefraser were delete her blog would all of you shut down yours too since Jess won’t be around to influence the rest of the fandom, they won’t be needed anymore? I highly doubt it. I just wish that people would get real and take responsibility for their own behaviour. The kind of activism that Truthers are partaking in? It is destructive and not only for those they are targeting but for the fandom as a whole.

I really couldn’t give a shit whether or not any of my zero followers read this post. I really don’t. Because you can all go fuck yourselves. Perhaps that will distract you long enough to leave everyone else alone for a while.

Nighean Down Under xx

Essays

Pairings: Enjolras x reader

Summary: College!AU. Enjolras is stressed but that is not always a bad thing, especially when it brings up new arrangements.

Warnings: none!

A/N: thank you all again for the support! I’m relatively new to writing here on tumblr and i’m still trying to get the hang of it! English is not my first language so i’m sorry about the mistakes you’re probably going to find! Feedback is always appreciated so that I know how I can improve :) if you just want to speak with me, be my friend, suggest me something to write or whatever you know where to find me! It’s always a pleasure!

Ps. those little sentences in italics are Enjolras thoughts!

(y/e/c) = your eyes color

Originally posted by romulanale

Enjolras was swamped in work. It was quite difficult to try and balance everything between essays, various homework and the incoming meeting in which he was supposed to give yet another speech.

And if that wasn’t enough, his roommates decided to give a party, more or less. Actually, it’s not like he could understand what was really happening in the other room, he could only hear a very loud music. VERY loud. Oh, yes, and someone was laughing. VERY loudly, yet again.

This is how Enjolras found himself out of his apartment with all his books and notes after having yelled at Grantaire, who was probably too drunk to even acknowledge him.

Ok, think Enj, where to go?

It wasn’t like he couldn’t go to the library. The problem was that he was in his pyjamas, too angry to even get changed before slamming the door shut. He didn’t even put on shoes and now his bright red socks were in plain sight.

Wait! (Y/n)!

Enjolras’ eyes lightened up at the sudden realisation: (Y/n) has always been his friend and she wouldn’t abandon him now, would she?

His feet carried him right in front of the girl’s apartment which was in the same building but on another floor. He was a bit nervous but knocked nonetheless and after only a few minutes he was graced with the beautiful - wait Enj, get it together - smile of his (Y/n). No, wait, not his like his his.

“Hey, Enj! What brings you here?” asked the girl cheerfully, leaning on the door.

“Hey, ehm, Grantaire is giving another kinda party and I need to study. Can I crash here for a few hours?” he replied nervously.

(Y/n) laughed, shaking her head. “Grantaire’s getting drunk again, you better check on him later…but for now, come on in!”

“Thanks freckles.” Relaxing, Enjolras smiled and winked at her, passing the door with all his things.

“Do you want something?”

(Y/n) was in the small kitchen while Enj was positioning all his books on the little table in the main room. He had a clear view of (Y/n) from his position.

“No, thanks, I’m good.”

“Ok, tell me if you need anything” and with a smile she left the kitchen, going towards her room.

She was always so kind and Enjolras really liked it. Most people tended to keep him at a distance because he was always too immersed in his work but not her. Never her. She had been welcoming since day one. She even had the courage to actually shout at Enjolras, a thing no one did in a very long time because apparently he was too intimidating.

He was intrigued by this girl.

It was only after a little time that (Y/n) returned and sat at the table, right in front of Enjolras, who was watching her every move. She had all her books so she was probably going to study with him. Suddenly Enjolras really liked this new arrangement.

“I thought I could study with you, is that ok?” asked (Y/n) with a small voice.

Enjolras beamed, “Sure!”

For almost three hours the apartment was full of silence and occasionally small talk. It was at a certain point that things changed: Enjolras looked up from his finally finished essay and he felt overwhelmed. (Y/n) was really beautiful. She was fully concentrated on her work, her pencil between her fingers and her eyebrows furrowed. Her hair seemed almost ethereal in that light. He didn’t know what to do, he never felt that way and suddenly he needed to spend more moments like this with her. Just to have the pleasure to see her in that particular light. Just that.

“(Y/n)?” the word escaped him before he could even think about it.

The girl looked up from her book and smiled at Enjolras. “Yes, Enj?”

“How would you feel about proofreading my essay? I could really use your help"

(Y/n) smiled and immediately made grabby hands towards him. How cute.

Enjolras chuckled - a thing that (Y/n) found very amusing - and gave her the essay.

“I’m gonna make some tea while you read it and then we can discuss it because I’m sure it’s awful”

“Nah, it seems pretty good"

“You just read the title, you dork"

(Y/n) snickered, “Yeah but the title is important”

They both laughed and so it began because the next week Enjolras came with another essay, and the same happened the week after and the week after and so on. It became a normal thing for Enj and (Y/n). Always the same routine: he came bringing the essay, made some tea while she read it and then they would discuss it together. Sometimes it was the other way around and he was the one to proofread (Y/n)’s essays, a thing that made him realize how really passionate the girl was.

And after discovering that Enjolras knew he was screwed for good.


“Where are you going?” Grantaire stopped Enjolras at the door.

“Not your business”

“Mhmm" murmured Grantaire while leaving the couch in order to find some food. “So you’re going to (Y/n)…”

“What?”

“You really think we didn’t know?” asked Grantaire, shocked. “Ponine lives with her, she told Marius she saw you there and puf! Everybody knows! So what’s going on?” smirked the black-haired guy.

“Nothing’s going on. We study.”

“Suuuure. So that’s why you look so…different!” smirked Grantaire, motioning towards Enjolras with his hands.

“…Different? How?”

“Well, like…all happy and lovey-dovey! It’s because you like studying, right?! That’s obvious” continued Grantaire sarcastically.

“I’m not lovey-dovey Grantaire” said Enj without meeting his friend’s eyes “and who the hell still uses that word?”

“Oh, ok sure. Maybe I’ll speak with (Y/n)”

Those were the last words Enjolras heard before leaving the apartment. He was frustrated. Yeah, he liked (Y/n): she made him feel happy and relaxed but all of this was so new to him that he didn’t really know what to do. He didn’t even know if telling her was the right thing to do. He thought she might reciprocate his feelings but he wasn’t sure and to top it all he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings with his words. He was only good in speaking about politics and things like that. He needed to find a way to tell her everything before someone else made a mess. He actually didn’t trust his friends: they were fantastic but they tended to meddle too much and this could lead to a disaster.


Enjolras worked almost the whole night so that he could be back at (Y/n)’s apartment the next day. This time he had a very special essay in his hands. He was about to knock when the door swung open.

“Oh, hey Enj!” greeted Eponine, smirking. “You’re lucky, I was just going out!”

He greeted her with a nasty look and a nod. “Ponine”

The girl laughed and left. “Try not to destroy anything and don’t do it on the couch!”

Enjolras flushed bright red and (Y/n) must have heard everything since she was now standing near the open door, sporting his same colour. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry about Ponine, Enj…“ started (Y/n)

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Cutting her off, Enjolras smiled and entered the apartment, trying to appear as confident as ever.

“Um, do you have another essay? So soon?”

“Well, yes but this is special.”

Let’s hope not to fuck up, Enj.

“Ok, gimme” said (Y/n) enthusiastically.

He gave her the work and went to make some tea. The usual.

(Y/n) felt there was something different and hoped everything was ok. Eponine and Cosette have been pestering her about Enjolras and their little arrangement after they noticed he lingered at their place for longer than necessary and especially when (Y/n) was at home alone. She only hoped it wasn’t getting awkward because he heard something. She really liked him but she also knew Enjolras wasn’t the kind of guy to start a relationship and certainly not with her: in her eyes, she was just plain. And he was the fearless guy that used to speak in front of hundreds of students and attracted almost half of them with only his blue eyes and the passion behind them.

Leaving these thoughts in a black corner of her head, (Y/n) concentrated on the words in front of her. The text seemed to be way much shorter than the others. It looked more like a bunch of sentences on a blank page. “Are you sure you want to go with this Enj?”

“Just read it freckles!” called him from the kitchen. He was literally sweating.

She took a deep breath and started:

Can you tell me what love is? How can I know that what I feel is love?

All I know is that she’s there, sat in front of me. She’s beautiful. And yet she thinks she’s not. All I want is to look at her, while she reads, while she talks, while she smiles. While she explains her ideas with that passion that is specifically hers. God, her eyes are shining.

Is that love?

So, is he writing about some real girl? Are these his real thoughts? (Y/n) wanted - no, needed - answers because her stomach was starting to knot, exactly like when she was feeling anxious or extremely nervous and that usually brought nothing good. She looked towards him but he wasn’t looking her way so she simply took another deep breath and kept reading.

All I want to hear is her voice, how would it be in the morning? How would it be in the evening, when she’s tired? Is this love if all I want is to wake up next to her and go to bed the same way?

All I see is her, running towards me with a big bag full of food because I’ve been stupid enough to forget to eat at breakfast and at lunch.

No one noticed.

But she did.

Is this love if my heart skipped several beats when I saw her that day?

She remembered that day.  She noticed he was so invested in his plans for the meeting that he forgot to eat so she took care of that buying him something.

Tears started to gather in her eyes: he cared.

All I want - all I need - is to be near her, waiting for those eyes to focus on me; waiting for that mouth to smile at me; waiting for her to talk to me and me only.

Is that love? Is me being selfish love too?

He really cared. He cared enough.

She couldn’t go on because her tears were making the words blurry. Her head snapped towards the kitchen where Enjolras was sipping his tea, stealing glances at her. He seemed calm but he was screaming inside. Especially when he noticed her tears. It wouldn’t have been the first time he fucked up.

Their eyes locked: blue against (y/e/c) and no words were needed anymore. She jumped from the chair and Enjolras had only the time to put the mug down before she was hugging him so tight he almost stopped breathing. Well, he wasn’t going to complain. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent, while she buried hers in his neck.

“I hope I didn’t mistaken anything…”

(Y/n) was still a bit overwhelmed: she’d never been the lucky one in love. So she simply shook her head and kissed him, burying her fingers in his blonde curls. Enjolras’ arms were keeping her near him and his hands were grabbing every part of her body they could reach.

His kiss was passionate but gentle: he made sure she understood how much he cared. And she did the same.

When they separated they both looked in each other eyes and giggled.

“So, is this love (Y/n)?”

“Yes, this is love, Enjolras”

best friends to lovers | peter parker x reader

hi hello I’m the most lazy person you’ll meet so headcanons it is cause then I can be funny at the same time okay okay!!

word count: 652

warning: language! (caps voice)

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BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS
there will be multiple parts if I’m not a lazy bitch

- okay get ready for a rom com on tumblr
- so basically
- you and peter have been best friends since pre school
- because y'all were adorable dorks who had an obsession w superheroes
- you met when you were pretending to be a spy
- cause like ya know you were one of those kids who would watch spy shows at a young age
- okay
- you had your back up against the wall and looked back
- only to be greeted by the one and only peter parker
- “STAND BACK MORTAL”
- he had a mini hammer
- he was thor
- idk man you were basically maria hill
- yeah so it was u two against this other villain u assumed was made up
- this was all at recess btw but it was raining so boom inside recess whoop whoop
- and yeah you stayed friends through elementary and eventually when middle school came around you guys had a hella lot of sleepovers
- star wars & harry potter marathons
- so like the summer between 8th and 9th grade
- so basically transitioning into high school
- and you guys were having a sleepover
- obviously
- you guys had no friends
- ANYWAY
- and you basically kinda sorta fell asleep all of a sudden on peter
- dURING A MF BATTLE SCENE WTH
- so peters like
- omg how the hell did y/n fall asleep during this
- wait
- SHIT SHES ON ME
- no it’s fine this isn’t weird
- we’ve touched multiple times
- aw she’s so cute
- wait what
- no
- excuse you mind I do not allow this
- so peters kinda just frozen
- and staring at you
- and is in huge denial cause I mean he’s lost
- literally just got out of middle school
- then a big boom happens in the movie and it shook the room and little
- cause that’s how loud the volume was
- anyway you jolt up
- and hit heads
- fUCK
- “hey dude”
- “did I fall asleep on you”
- “yes”
- “uh”
- “uh”
- yep yeah okay
- idk peter just couldn’t get you out of his thoughts
- you could’ve sworn he started to act more strange once high school started
- mmmmm kay
- so now you’re sophomores
- love that
- anyway news flash peter is highkey crushing on liz
- you don’t blame him
- hell shes so perfect YOU might have a crush on liz
- you made a friend last year btw
- aka ned (shocker)
- holy trinity (lmao harrison leave)
- now you had to deal w his constant talk about her
- it wasn’t as bad when he crushed on black widow cause you knew he had no chance
- but frick liz actually is in his reach
- anyway one day ned noticed your annoyance when he kept talking about liz
- so he just casually texts you at like 3 am
- “bro do you like peter”
- “no wth”
- “are u sure”
- “why do you want to know”
- “cause I’m your friend”
- “why are you awake”
- “I can ask you the same thing”
- you were thinking about peter
- “fine”
- “fine what”
- “you know what”
- “:)”
- so now ned knows
- which believe it or not is actually a relief
- also you finally started to talk to michelle after like a million years
- considering peter is suddenly v v distant
- which is fine
- YOU’RE FINE
- so now you spend your time w michelle
- and peter spends his time w ned
- you all four sit together at lunch
- but
- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- who knows
- also
- there’s this new web slinger super hero ??
- who u lowkey have an obsession with
- like yes obviously you’ve had obsessions w iron man
- bUT SPIDERMAN IS IN QUEENS
- so uh
- that’s a plus
- michelle always teases you for crushing on someone you know nothing about
- no one else knows u like spiderman
- kinda feel like you’re betraying peter but then again you never dated
- damn
- @ lunch:
- “y/n what if he’s like 30”
- “I doubt someone can pull off spandex at 30 like that”
- “what are u guys talking about” ned chimes in
- “spiderman”
- “y/n’s crush” michelle smirks
- “he’s cool can you blame me”
- suddenly peters flushed
- ????
- ned jumps a little and gives him a look
- ???
- “It’s not spandex” peter mumbles
- ??

yikes

Rubber Ducky

Note: Finally got something down, whaaat? I’m pretty happy with this one tbh. I hope you enjoy. Sorry for the lack of posts lately

Request: Daveed is going to be on sesame street. and he sang a rubber ducky song. now i need a fic about him and reader in the bathtub (stupid tumblr didn’t let me put the link for it)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Wordcount: 2080

Warnings: SMUT

Originally posted by playbill

You were hard at work when the video of Daveed’s appearance on Sesame Street, the ‘Rubber Ducky’ video was released for the first time. You kept refreshing your page, waiting for the video to show up and once it did, you grinned. You had honestly never thought that someone could ever be able to make rapping in a giant, red bow tie look attractive. But, Daveed certainly managed to do so. Your day went by slowly, as you really looked forward to getting home and handing him the small present that you had spent your lunch break buying him. – A rubber ducky, obviously. You had not even bothered wrapping it, as it was mostly for fun. So, when your shift finished you remembered to grab the yellow rubber duck from your desk and made your way home in the horrible downtown LA traffic.
Once you made it to you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment, you locked yourself in. You were honestly quite relieved to finally be home. You were stuck in traffic for a really long time and when you finally got back to you and Daveed’s shared apartment you felt exhausted. You had contemplated whether you should start taking public transport before, but now you were definitely considering it even more.
“D, I’m home!” You said from the entrance while pushing off your shoes.
Daveed soon appeared in the doorway, looking slightly tired. “Hey, babe. Guessing bad traffic?” He questioned, placing a gentle peck on your forehead.
You nodded with a sigh. “Yeah.” You breathed. “I got you this, though.” You added with a quick grin and handed him the rubber duck you had spent your lunch break finding earlier.
At first, he looked confused but then broke into laughter. “Cute.” He said, poking your nose.
You crinkled your nose at that, shaking your head. “Ass. I wasted my lunch break buying you that.” You huffed with a pout. There was no real fire behind your words, though. It was nothing special, you just wanted to poke a bit of fun at him.
“So, are you gonna test this out with me, babe?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at you as he held up the small, yellow rubber duck.
You were unable to help the grin that spread across your lips. “Sure.” You chuckled. You really had not expected him to ask you that. Or maybe you had, just a little. You had at least hoped that it would be the case.
So, when he held his hand out for you, you gently took it and followed your boyfriend to the bathroom. You had no idea that this was exactly what you needed after a stressful day at work and a very annoying drive home in the LA traffic.
Both of you quickly undressed and while Daveed filled the small tub with warm water and let the rubber duck fall into it, you found towels for the two of you. The tub was basically tiny and with someone as tall and built as your boyfriend, it was almost impossible to fit both of you in there. Almost. So, when Daveed had sat down, you followed suit and sat in his lap, leaning back against his chest. You already felt a lot more relaxed and so much more at home. When his fingers started running over your shoulders, gently massaging your slightly tense muscles you felt yourself relax into his touch.
When you felt yourself starting to drift off a little, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and feeling his pulse against the tip of your nose. He placed a gentle kiss against the top of your head and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Tough day?” He asked.
You simply shrugged. It had not seemed like it at the time, but perhaps it was? You sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe?” You mumbled, placing a gentle kiss against his neck.
“That isn’t really an answer, babe.” He stated, but you could definitely hear the smile in his voice.
You felt like you had nothing else to add, so you simply pressed a few small kisses against his jawline. “How was your day, then?” You finally asked.
“Fine. Busy as always. The rubber ducky song was released, but you already know.” He said. While he answered, you had sat back up and turned towards him, looking at him with a small smile.
“I definitely do.” You grinned. You still did not get how someone managed to look hot rapping about a rubber ducky in a red, giant bow tie. But, Daveed definitely did. “And I must say, while you looked pretty good in that giant, red bow tie. I think the rubber duck was a much better choice.” You teased.
He simply snorted at that and shook his head shortly. “You’re impossible.” He sighs. He did not seem to mean it, however, if his smile is anything to go by.
Instead of answering, you simply leaned in to kiss him, though. You had quite honestly been wanting to do that all day, so it was quite a relief to finally be able to kiss your boyfriend.
When he felt your lips on his own, he wasted no time but simply kissed you back, smiling lightly against your lips. It was soft, gentle and filled with love.
When both of you ran out of air and had to pull back, Daveed’s lips gently ghosted over your neck which made goosebumps appear on your skin. “I’ve missed you.” He said.
You shook your head slightly in response. “You just saw me this morning, D.” You breathed, closing your eyes as his lips kept ghosting over your neck, jaw, and collarbones.
“Well, still. That’s far too long.” He chuckled. “I mean, I love you, so I’d like to spend as much time with you as possible.” He added in between placing light pecks all over your face.
Your cheeks flushed a light pink-ish color at his words and the small pecks he placed all over your face. It was adorable. “I love you too, Diggs.” You breathed softly as you placed a short kiss on his lips.
It was nice, getting to relax like this, taking a bath with your boyfriend. Not stressing out about anything. You rested against his chest lightly, arms wrapped around his neck, fingers dancing over his skin lightly. You felt relaxed in a way that you had not been in a long while.

You were probably about to doze off with your head resting against his shoulder, so when you heard his small “Y/N?” You jumped slightly. He chuckled and you shook your head a little.
“Yes?” You asked, sitting back up to look at him.
He looked at you for a long while, gently resting his thumb under your chin. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” He beamed, which caused your cheeks to flush yet again.
You lowered your gaze, letting a small giggle out. “I’m not, Diggs.” You breathed. It was no secret, that you did not feel a 100% good about your body and your boyfriend definitely knew that and he kept showering you in compliments, hoping that you would one day see what he did.
“Yes, you are. You can’t put words in my mouth, babe.” Daveed declared. He knew that you did not agree with him, that you did not see yourself the way he did, so instead of letting you answer, he kissed you. It was a lot more intense and demanding the previous one and his lips and his touch almost felt electric on your skin.
You simply kissed him back, letting yourself move closer to your boyfriend, your lips colliding perfectly with each other.
You were very aware of the way his fingers ran over your skin as if trying to touch every inch of your body and they left trails of heat behind, making you skin feel as if it was on fire. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly, as his fingers ghosted over the sides of your neck. However, they disappeared as fast as you had felt his fingertips against your neck and was replaced by a pair of warm lips, which placed a burning trail of kisses down your neck. When he nibbled at your skin and let his tongue ran over the area softly, a small, choked “Daveed.” Left your lips.
“Yes?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow lightly with a way too teasing smile on his lips.
“Shut up.” You managed as his lips ghosted over your collarbone. His lips felt amazing against your skin and you were pretty aware of how turned on you were getting.
“Make me.” He whispered beside your ear, pulling back to look at you with a shit eating grin.
And that, you did. Your lips crashed into Daveed’s, shutting him up effectively. The two of you melted into the kiss immediately, lips moving in perfect sync.
His hands were all over your body again, your hips, thighs, ass, everywhere and it was way too overwhelming. Everywhere he touched you, felt like it was on fire and you were pretty sure that you could not take any more.
He broke away way too soon, looking at you with slightly blown pupils. “Fuck you’re so perfect.” He breathed, his voice sounding somewhat raspy. His fingers ran through your hair, tugging at it gently to expose your neck. His mouth was on your neck in a matter of sitting, placing a trail of bruising kisses. “Fucking perfect.” He added in between kisses.
Had you died and gone to heaven? Maybe. You were very aware of the fact that you would need to find a way to hide the small bruises that would eventually form on your neck, but you found yourself not caring at all. You moaned out an open-mouthed “D..” Once his tongue flicked over your neck. Had you died and gone to heaven? Definitely.
This time, no teasing followed your moan and his lips instead moved further down your body, soon reaching your collar bones. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He remarked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
You pushed yourself further against him, simply shaking your head. “Don’t stop.” You managed, rolling your hips against his lightly, causing him to groan.
“Fuck, Y/N. Need you.” He pleaded. You definitely needed him too, if the wetness between your thighs was anything to go by.
You gently pushed him back against the back of the tub, trailing wet kisses down his neck and chest. He moaned as your teeth graced his skin lightly, followed by a light flick of your tongue, just like he had done to you. “Please, Y/N.” He pleaded again. You smirked lightly against his skin, sitting back up.
“Yes, D?” You questioned teasingly, just like he had done earlier. It simply caused him to roll his eyes at you.
“Please.” He tried.
You gently wrapped your arms around his neck, positioning his length at your entrance. His breath caught in his throat slightly when the tip of his length touched your wetness. You could not help the shit eating grin that spread across your lips as you let yourself sink down onto him, letting him fill you completely. A moan escaped both of your lips, as Daveed threw his head back in pleasure.
“Fuck.” He said as you started to roll your hips. His hands were on your waist in no time, helping you move. This took you to a high that you had no idea that you needed right now. He kissed you, lips crashing into yours harshly. You had no idea how much you craved this until he was finally inside of you.
“D…” You moaned, as you pulled back from the kiss, burying your face in the crook of his neck. A growl escaped his lips as your hips moved faster against him and you nibbled gently on the soft skin on his neck. You had no idea that sex in a bathtub could be this amazing, but it was.
Before you knew it, you came undone and so did Daveed. You fell forward, being caught by a firm chest and a pair of strong arms. Both of you needed to catch your breath and a moment to come down from your highs. But, when you did, Daveed’s lips placed a kiss against your jaw. “Bedroom?” He questioned and you nodded.

Confidential

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stuart

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

WORD COUNT: 2,265

Originally posted by dylanobrien-squad


           I tap my fingers against my knee, hoping that I appear cocky rather than nervous like how I’m really feeling on the inside. The man behind the desk looks irritated, but I’ve stopped paying attention to what he was saying quite a while ago. Part of me is rather surprised that I’m here; this definitely isn’t how I expected things to turn out.

           The man looks at me expectantly and I quirk an eyebrow at him.

           “Follow me, Y/L/N.” He says, his tone clipped and I bite my lips to hide my smirk. I fall into step behind him, twirling a strand of my hair. He doesn’t say much as we walk through the halls, people hurrying every which way.

           He opens a door to a collaborating room, and my breath catches in my chest when I realize there are people already working in here. They all look at me curiously, and I stare back at them cockily.

           “Meet Y/L/N,” The man says; it’s clear that they don’t understand why they should care who I am but they all smile at me warmly, at least all of them except for the guy slouched in the back, who is staring intently at his phone screen. “She’s the newest member of your team.”

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I'm With you (Namjoon x Reader)

Genre : bit of angsts and fluff Summary : you’re best friends with Kim Namjoon for years and you have a crush on him all this time. The so much times you spend with Jungkook makes him jealous and unexpectedly confesses to you. Warning : a bit of cursing and smut…??? Hey guys. This is my first time posting fanfic in tumblr. Please give some love!! ❤❤ ************************

“Oppa, I’m going to grab some coffee, do you want some?” you asked Namjoon as you entered his studio, a coat and a wallet are ready in your hand.

Namjoon turned to face you on his seat and said, “I think so. You’re going by yourself?” he furrowed his brows.

“Of course. You want the usual?”

“Y/N it’s already 9 pm. Ask someone to go there with you. I want to go with you but I have so many ideas going inside my head and need to write it down to finish this song, if I get out of this room they will poof right away.”

“Poof right away?” you chuckled. “Your choice of words are sometimes interesting. But seriously though, I always go by myself, you just don’t know. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before he said, “Okay, but call me when you get there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oppa, the coffee shop is literally just a few blocks from here, why–” you stopped talking when you saw him glare at you which meant it wasn’t up for a negotiation. You sighed, “Okay okay.. I’ll buy you the usual, okay? 갈게 (I’m going)”

“잠깐만! (Wait!)” he suddenly said, rushing to the sofa where his coat was placed and took a thick scarf before walking to you. “Here, wear this. It’s really cold outside, I don’t want you to get sick.” he said as he put his scarf around your neck.

You were a bit flushed when he did it, an effect you always get when he was really close to you, also another effect of you liking Namjoon so much, not just as friends.
“아 맞다, 고마워요. 난 진짜 갈게 지금. (Ah right, thank you. I’m really going now.)” You said to him without meeting his eyes because after that Namjoon said, “응 내 동생이 (Yes my little sister).”

That’s right, you’re always gonna be his little sister. You’re always gonne be his bestfriend. Even when you wanted to be more with him.

*****

“Oppa, I really have to go now. 약속 있어요 (I have a promise/appointment).” You said to him a few days later when you were in his studio.

“Oh you have an appointment? You get another composing job?” he asked without getting his eyes off of his computer.

“It’s not like that. I promised someone to go watch a movie together.”

He stopped for a second before facing you. “그래? 누구랑? (Really? With who?)”

You were just about to tell him it was none of his business when the person you have a promise with burst in into the studio.

“형! (Hyung!) I’m sorry to disturb both of your time on writing music but Y/N have promised to go watch a movie together with me weeks before you even get this task. I’m borrowing your bestfriend for the night okay hyung?” Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s Jungkook-ah? You’re going with Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked you, ignoring Jungkook who was still waiting by the door.

“So…?” you furrowed your brows.

“So… You didn’t tell me? He said you made the promise weeks ago.”

“Hyung, she’s the same age as me. Don’t worry I’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need your permission first, right Y/N?” Jungkook said to Namjoon in a teasing tone then winked at you.

You blushed bit red. Even though you saw the members every day you still cannot help but blush everytime someone as handsome as Jeon Jungkook winked at you.

Namjoon saw it.

“I’m her… Her… Her bestfriend. And I’m like a big brother to her, she doesn’t need my permission but she could at least tell me.” Namjoon said, suddenly rising his voice as if he was mad.

“Come on, hyung, it’s just me. You know I’ll take care of her.” Jungkook convinced him.

Oh but that was what Namjoon most scared of, that Jungkook would take care of you so well that you would start falling for Jungkook. He couldn’t afford that. He liked you too much. He knew you liked him too but he never showed it because he was scared it would somehow ruin your friendship. Namjoon didn’t want you to stop liking him. He loved the feeling too much. He loved you.

“That’s right, oppa. I have finished my part here anyway, I can go now. You should go too, have some fun.” You said to Namjoon. It killed you to tell him to have some fun but you couldn’t help it.

You were waiting for Namjoon to tell you no, you should not go. If he said you shouldn’t, you would’ve canceled it. But after a few moment of silence Namjoon said, “Fine. 그냥 가. (Just go).”

It irked you so much when he said that. You two have been bestfriends for years. You know what he looked like when he was upset, he looked very upset now. And you couldn’t help but thought that he was upset because he was jealous.

“I know my bestfriend needs a fresh air.” Namjoon said again.

Jealous? As if.

****

The weeks after that day gone by awkwardly between Namjoon and you. And somehow, Jungkook was always there with you when you were in a bad mood because of Namjoon, and he suddenly asked you to go somewhere with him so much: to buy a new shoes, to grocery shopping, a treat of ice cream down the block, night strolling around the park. You were almost sure that Jungkook had a crush on you IF he didn’t tell you about the girl he had a crush on that lived beside his apartment, he always asked you opinions on how to ask her out and told you updates everytime he met her. He even showed you the photo of them together when he asked her to go out for the first time.

But one day, Namjoon seemed like he was in a very bad mood, even when he was practicing with other members. He scolded them so much that sometimes you saw them giving death glares to Namjoon. That night you have to finish a song with him and Yoongi in his studio. And because Jungkook had been producing such good lyrics, Jungkook was also there. The air inside the studio never felt so tight and intense somehow.

“You know what? I’m not the kind of person to give up but I literally haven’t slept for 5 days straight and my head feels like it’s going to fall of my neck and explode.” Yoongi said when the time strucked midnight.

Jungkook, who was sitting beside you on the sofa said with his fingers playing with your long locks of hair, “Go to sleep, hyung. You really look beat. We’ll take care of it from here.”

Namjoon was eyeing Jungkook’s fingers on your hair from the corner of his eyes but you tried to ignore it because Yoongi just stood up and you were afraid he would actually pass out on the floor.

“I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook said to Yoongi because he had the same concern as you. “I need to get some coffee anyways. You want some, Y/N?”

“Yeah I’ll just go with you–” you were just about to stand up before Namjoon suddenly said, “Y/N, sit down. We have to finish this song.”

“But I’m just going to get coffee from the kitchen–”

“Sit. Down.” Namjoon said again, his voice so low you were actually afraid of it. He never made you scared like this. So you followed his order.

Yoongi and Jungkook got out of the studio and closed the door, leaving you alone with Namjoon. You two were never this awkward, it was actually killing you. You didn’t know what was wrong but you were afraid this was all your fault. You were thinking about it with your head down, looking at the soft carpet on Namjoon’s studio. You were lost in your thought easily because Namjoon was suddenly dead silent too.

You were just about to say what’s wrong with the two of them and raise your head when suddenly a pair of warm lips crashed into yours. You were so shocked before you realized they were Namjoon’s. His big hands were cupping your face, so warm and manly yet so soft on your skin. His eyes were closed tight when yours were wide opened in shock before he tried to make you respond by biting your lips. You let out a tiny yelp but then a soft sigh when he soothed the bite with his tongue. Then you just go with the flow, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to his chest, relishing the feeling of his kiss before you finally realized what the two of you were doing.

You pushed him away so hard he went back to sit on his studio chair in shock.

His eyes were wide, surprised, like he also just realized what he did. He stuttered, “Oh my… Y/N.. Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t know… I didn’t know what’s gotten into me..” he continued talking but you couldn’t consentrate to his words becausw your eyes kept following his swollen lips that you just kissed.

When you focused on his words again he was saying “…I promised it won’t happen aga–” before he finished it you lunged from the sofa to him and kissed him hard, cupping his face just like what he did to you minutes ago.

He instantly responded your kiss by biting and pulling your lips, one of his hands bringing you closer by the hips and the other on your nape to make your kiss deeper. He stood up from the chair and you were suddenly flying from the floor, he gripped you so tight in his arms and brought you to the sofa with him without breaking the kiss.

His lips was firm on yours, but they were soft at the same time. They tasted like the coffee you always bought for him every morning, your favorite taste. Now your favorite taste can be tasted from his lips, from your favorite person in thw world. He kept teasing you on the kiss, teeth pulling and biting, tounge stroking and licking. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because his kiss was very persistent, you were also very persistent. Cold because the touch he gave you made you shiver in pleasure.

He groaned out loud when you dared to grind on him. “I was so fucking jealous of Jungkook these past few weeks it drives me insane. Why do you have to go out with him?”

He was still kissing you so you talk only when he gave you some air. “So that’s what happened to you? You’re jealous?”

“Fucking A. What did you expect me to do? Giving you a congrats with Jungkook?”

Namjoon started peppering kisses down your throat. “Well, I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

“I also didn’t expect you to fell out of ‘like’ with me for Jungkook.”

You pushed him off of you a little bit in surprise. “Wait, you know? You know I like you this whole time?”

“Of course I know. You were not very discreet about it. I know you steal glances at me when I’m not seeing. I know you asked the barista to give a little bit more cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. I know it all.” He smirked. This goddamn cutie dare to smirk.

“And you like me too all this time? Not as friends?”

“Since day one, babe. Since day one.”

Aside from getting a jump on your heart because it was the first time you heard him call you ‘babe’, you were still annoyed, so you hit him in the head. “You bastard! You should’ve told me! It would save us from these weeks full of hell!”

You hit him again but he just laughed. “Hell as in we didn’t talk that much? Do you miss me that much?”

You groaned out loud while kept hitting him on the shoulder and chest, both of you still on the sofa with him on top of you. “Aargghhh I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

He laughed again, dodging your hits. “No, lady. You love me.”

You sighed finally and said, “Yeah, I love you.”

His laugh stopped. “Wait, you love me. You love me?”

“I can’t help it. I like you too much and we’ve been bestfriends for so long.”

He smiled wide. “Oh my God, this might sound cheesy but I love you too.” He gave you tiny kisses on the lips. “I should’ve confessed to you sooner, we must have been a couple from so long and saves us the heartaches.”

“You bet, Kim.” You rolled your eyes but he started kissing you deeply again and you smiled on the kiss.

The door of the studio was suddenly banged open, you too were too surprised to get out of each other embraces, only stopping the kiss and looked at who opened the door.

It was Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jungkook said. “I was so tired of seeing you two longing at each other for years. And now you two finally say your feelings out! I’m glad. I’m also worried for the last few weeks, I thought Namjoon hyung would burn in jealousy and kill me. Thank God you guys decided to tell each other sooner or I would be dead by now.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook, “You planned this?!”

Jungkook shrugged. “Well, not just me. Other members also planned this. They just think I’m a great bait because I’m the same age as Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to go anywhere with me together because I have a crush on her. She’s yours, you know. ‘Since day one’” he mimicked Namjoon.

“You rascal!” Namjoon threw a cushion to him just as he ran out of the studio and closed the door. But the two of you could hear him yelled “At least she’s with you now, hyung!”

Namjoon looked at you when it finally went silent. “Yes, at least you’re with me now.”

You caressed his cheek and peck his lips softly. “I’ve been with you all this time, Namjoon.”

***The End***

Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.

Love.

A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

Seeing Their Ideal Type At A Concert

Requested by anonymous- Also, I’m sorry if it’s dumb and horrible and not what you were looking for. I’ve never done one of these before. I did some looking around and made this to the best of my abilities. I’m pretty sure I wrote these longer than most of the reactions I’ve seen, and less open ended and more story like, but that’s just how I roll. They kinda ended up almost more like mini drabbles lol. Scenarios? Whatever. Also, I felt incredibly cheesy writing these. So much cheese. 

HOSEOK

Originally posted by jghoseoks

Your banner caught his eye first. A huge sign with his face saying “He’s our only hope!” (Kek) He walked over, prepared to give a bit of fan service, when he sees you. He thinks you are so pretty, and practically falls in love with your smile. He’s thrilled to see that you’re here for him when he notices your shirt with his face. He sends you finger hearts and his signature sun smile. He see’s that you and your friends are keeping up with even the more complicated dances, and notices by your movements that there is no way you are not a dancer. Suddenly this boy who was born extra, becomes extra X9000. Tongue is out, hips are thrusting, and he’s spending as much time on your side of the stage as possible. Unbeknownst to you, his whole performance has become about making you smile as much as possible. He catches the flower crown you throw onstage and wears it for the rest of the concert. As he leaves the stage at the end of the night, he makes a mental note to take a selca with the crown in the hopes that he’d see you comment. 

YOONGI 

Originally posted by yoonseok

(I would like to take a quick moment to say I’ve felt the power of his smirk while looking into my eyes. It’s no joke when I say it’s a life changer)

Yoongi’s stage presence is well known for being powerful and charismatic. So it was no surprise to you that your eyes kept being drawn to him again and again. What did surprise you was the feeling that he was actually looking right back. Several times he come over and did his lines while looking right into your eyes, and holy shit, was that a smirk? You tried not to get excited, knowing full well it was most likely fan service. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was just LOVING how into the music you were. You even kept up with his rap lines. He could see by your blush that you knew the grin was for you, so he decided to have fun teasing you for the rest of the night. Just when he thought you couldn’t get more perfect, instead of turning into a sobbing fangirl from the attention, you started teasing him back. You fan yourself when he’s thrusting his hips at you, roll your eyes whenever he says something cheesy, and pretend to puke when he does aegyo. His gummy grin came out in full force when you threw him a devil horn headband, and you raised your eyebrows at him in challenge. He prances around in the headband and the crowd is loving it. Too soon, the night is over. Two weeks later, you find a new comment on one of your youtube covers… MYG comments: ”The music’s not bad devil girl.”

Namjoon

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Namjoon was greeting the crowd when he saw you, and stumbled over his words for a moment. You were stunning. If tumblr was a person, it would be you (I crack myself up). He spent most of the night hanging around your side of the stage, doing all kinds of silly things to make you smile, talking to the crowd as much as he could get away with. He knew he was supposed to be professional and pay attention to everyone, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was pleased when he saw you get excited and sing along with his parts, and thought it was cute when you tried to rap. At the end of the night, he made sure to lock eyes with you as he was saying goodbye to the crowd and gave you one of his famous dimpled winks. Fast forward a few months later, and the boys are looking over profiles for a model to be the love interest in their new music video. Namjoon’s shocked expression has everyone looking at the profile in his hand. “This one.” he growls. It’s you. 

Jimin

Originally posted by armyfanclub

He sees a huge poster of him in a puppy costume in the crowd. It makes him laugh so he looks down at the fans holding it and is shocked. You were perfect. Suddenly, he wants to do nothing but impress you. Goodbye puppy Jimin, hello Adonis. This boy is being completely disrespectful and there are way more body rolls, lip bites, and clothes being pulled off than there was supposed to be. He threw his shirt at you, and you caught it, shocked and blushing, while he grins. The night ends, and you leave a changed person, a Jimin stan for life. You are so worked up you film yourself dancing to Jimin’s solo Lie, and post it on youtube.  A few days later, it’s being retweeted by none other than BTS’s twitter. In your messages you find something from someone with a private profile. “Are you wearing my shirt right now? ;) (I’m sorry, he just seems like he would totally fuk boi text, ya know?)

Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonify

This boy would notice you right away and turn into a blushing mess. Until the music starts, that is. Suddenly he’s serenading you, and smirking, and just being charismatic AF. You were a little older than him and weren’t even a Jungkook stan, but you kept feeling yourself being pulled in his direction. He certainly moved his body in a way that suggested he knew what he was doing. Soon it was you that was a blushing mess and he loved it. You threw the plushie monkey on stage that you had actually meant for another member and he was quick to snatch it up and wrap it around his neck. He spent the rest of the night with it like that, and when the concert was over and they went to their rooms, he had it in bed with him. Some time passed, and you’re performing an acoustic cover of one of your favorite love songs at a cafe, like you do every Saturday. When the song is over, one of the waitresses brings over some tea and tells you it’s been paid for. You look around, and there in the dark corner of the cafe is a person in a black face mask. He pulls it down and winks at you before putting it back. Jungkook has found you. 

Taehyung

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

(The gif kinda explains where I’m going with this one lol)

Ah, Tae. With this boy you never know what you’re going to get. He’s either the most adorable thing to ever exist, or so hot a single glance will melt you into a puddle. When he sees you in the crowd, sex god Taehyung is activated. He’s looking into your eyes while licking his lips. Thrusting his hips, and dancing so incredibly amazing. He’s been pulling his shirt up so much you begin to wonder why he even still has it on. Towards the end of the night, you throw up the two plushies you’d brought for him. He picks them up quickly, and kisses one before giving it back to you with a wink. You both sleep with them that night. The next day you are so inspired (infires!) that you spend all day drawing. You post what you consider your greatest work, Taehyung in all his seductive glory, on tumblr and it seems to be well received. You get a message a few days later. “Do you really think I look like that? WOW. I think you’re pretty too.”

Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

This man is a born show person. So as soon as he spots you, looking gorgeous and wearing his jersey numbers, he decides to put on the best show of his life. He’s talking to the crowd, dancing his little heart out and singing like an angel. You laughed at all his ridiculous jokes and cried when he did his solo. You were obviously filming and taking pictures, so he made sure to make as much contact with you as possible. At the end of the night, he looks straight into your camera and gives you his famous flying kiss. Several months later, Jin is taking an acting class, to prepare for a drama he was considering trying out for. The teacher reads off names and puts them into groups for a project. As he walks over to his assigned group, he’s stunned, because there you are.

Lips’ Writing Tips for Beginners & Returning Writers

Originally posted by emzie-boy

I figure if there’s a few things I’ve learned spending almost a year writing consistently, I should share! This is mostly aimed at those who are maybe newer to writing, or just picking it up again. Either way, here’s a few tips from yours truly. Remember that these are only suggestions, and that at the end of the day you have final say in how/what you write.

> Write what you want to write. Write that minor character that you love. Write that a/b/o that’s been on your brain. Write the angstiest thing that you’re sure will tear apart any mortal’s heart. Write what you want to write, because that’s where your inspiration and your motivation comes from. That goes for series you’re writing too. Don’t feel bad for putting things you aren’t interested in to the side. They’ll always be there for you to pick up again, should the inspiration come. As long as you’re enjoying what you’re doing, you’ll be alright.

> Your taste will likely be above your skillset at first. You read all the time, but your writing just doesn’t compare to what you bang out. It’s normal. The important part is to keep going. Keep writing. Keep improving. It won’t be long before you notice that you’ve grown.

> Writing prompts are great if you want to write, but have no idea what to write about. There’s tons of tumblrs dedicated to sharing them such as unblockingwritersblock, or fanficy-prompts. Find one that inspires you, and take it from there!

> Formatting is important. Let your readers know what they’re reading. That means including warnings of potential things that may trigger or that they may not care to read about such as pregnancy or graphic descriptions of violence. Here’s a suggested format, though feel free to tweak and change it to your own style or needs!

  • Don’t forget a ‘read more’ if your fic is +600 words. I usually insert one after three inches of text, between paragraphs. It’s just a courteous thing to do, so you aren’t clogging people’s dashes.
  • Summaries never have to be super detailed, but as long as you give an idea what your fic is about- you should be good! I always include one in each of my fics, just because it helps draw a reader in, and gives you an initial tone to your writing.

Do a little research! Study your characters, their speech patterns, their nervous tics. These are the smaller details that will bring your writing to life, and what will make your characters feel like what you see onscreen. Would they really say that? Would they really do that? Know your characters.

> Jot down ideas. Literally. Jot them down. You think you’ll remember it later? You won’t. Trust me. That mind blowing idea can be gone in seconds, so jot that sucker down.

> Keep descriptions of the reader as vague as possible. This leaves your writing open to be enjoyed by as many people as possible without tripping over differences in themselves and the person you’ve written them as.

  • I actively avoid descriptions of hair length, height, and clothes in addition to the more obvious descriptors such as skin color.

> Be sure to tag your writing well when you post! The first five tags are the ones that will show up when people go to search for stuff, so be sure to tag well! (I usually put ‘character x reader’ and ‘full name character x reader’ as my first two tags)

> Be active in the community! Send asks, give feedback, and hang out with us! The more you’re seen around, the more likely someone is to recognize you and check your stuff out. That’s literally how I met my best friend- I saw her around and thought she was nice and it all snowballed from there!

That’s it! If you have any questions of your own, feel free to send them in. There will also be a post coming soon for more experienced writers.


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When He Sees Me - Jughead X Reader

 [A/N: This is so naff but I was listening to ‘When He Sees Me’ from Waitress and I just couldn’t shake it but I hate this but I spent a little time on it so off it goes into the tumblr void.

I feel like it’s a bit OOC and meh but oh well here you go, this is just pure fluff really, excuse my mistakes as I didn’t properly proof read this one- I will do later though.]


Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam

‘I can’t believe I agreed to this.’ He muttered into his basket of fries.

‘Well I’m glad you did,’ the ginger boy flashed a wide grin, ‘thanks again, Jug.’

‘Why me though?’ He questioned, ‘Couldn’t you have asked, I don’t know - Reggie? Isn’t he your bro?’

‘Reggie’s too threatening.’ Archie sighed. ‘Y/N, she’s shy and you just seemed like the right fit. Hey, you never know maybe you’ll get along with her.’ He offered hopefully.

‘Yeah, we’ll see.’ Jughead rolled his eyes and threw more fries into his mouth.

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