i realized i forgot to sharpen the second one oh well

5 | No Escape

Genre: Apocolypse AU / Fluffy / Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,689

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory, mentions of death

“I don’t want to see you pointing a gun at this girl, you got that? I only I allow who should die and who shouldn’t and I don’t think she should… I think you should.”

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Ask/Request

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A/n: I put a little gif in the story just so you get the idea of what it looked like, just you know, heads up. I’m sorry this is probably really shitty cause my writing has been lacking ??? For some reason 🤷🏻‍♀️ lol but anyways hope you enjoy !

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Joora(ish) Drabble-- Prompt: Eva

Eva was going on four minutes late.

Really it shouldn’t be all that much of a surprise because, like, Noora knew how Eva was. Sometimes she got so caught up in the moment that meeting will escape her mind. And honestly she wouldn’t be surprised if Eva ended up being fifteen minutes later, or twenty minutes, or maybe she completely forgot and Noora should call her to maybe reschedule-

And then there was a flash of dark hair and a grin and Noora was torn in between oh thank god and shit fuck why.

“I’m here!” Eva swept into KB with all of the grace of an excited puppy. Noora smiled tightly at her, sipping her already lukewarm coffee and taking deep breaths; deep enough to maybe calm the erratic heartbeats threatening to beat right out of her chest.

“Hi,” Eva said, sitting down and pulling a deep sip of coffee, “Thank god. Today has been weird. While I was walking here, I was stopped by this man who was looking for his dog, but I was like, hmmmmm stranger-danger, you know? But he looked like Magnus if Magnus was like 30 years older and-” Eva paused and took another sip, waving off her story, “Anyway. Hi Noora.”

“Hey,” Noora pulled a strand of hair behind her ears, “Umm- what kind of coffee did you get?”

What kind of coffee did you get? Fucking hell.

Eva’s eyes sharpened, “Oh no. What is it? Is everyone okay? Eskild? Oh god- is William back in town?”

Which, snort. If he was, Noora would be the last to know about it, and the last to care.

“No, no nothing like that. I just-” And fuck this was much harder than she thought it would be. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay…” When Noora couldn’t quite open her mouth to respond, Eva gave her an exasperated look, “Nooooorraaaaaa, hallo? What’s going on?”

And she should just rip it off like a band aid right? That was the easiest way to go about things.

“I like someone.”

Okay maybe baby steps would be better.

Eva lights up, “No way! Who? Do I know him?”

“Ummm.” Noora bit at her lip, and looked down to study her chipping nail polish, “Well…”

“Noora.”

“It’s Jonas.”

Silence. She could barely risk a glance up. But when she did, Eva just blinked at her. Her lips were parted just the tiniest bit and then she smoothed them out with a quick shake of her head, “Jonas? Like my Jonas? I mean, not like my Jonas but like- Jonas, Jonas?”

Noora let out a careful breath, “Yeah. It’s not- I didn’t mean for- We just have a couple of classes together and he’s- he’s really cool and we grabbed lunch the other day and then dinner- and then. Fuck, Eva, I don’t know what to say.”

“You and Jonas?” Eva took another careful sip of her coffee, eyes wide like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. And Noora’s stomach was so tied up that it actually hurt, because fuck, why was she like this? Always falling for the guys that could bring her best friend’s the most pain?

“Holy shit, you guys would make such hot babies.”

Noora blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Holy shit, Noora! Yes! It took me a second but I am seeing this now. You and Jonas, taking no shit. Discussing capitalism and like- feminism and taking down The Man. Wow- Noora Vasquez, huh?”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Nooa put the brakes on that one real fast, “Noora Nothing. We’ve just been hanging out a bit- wait you’re okay with this?”

Eva snorted, “Jonas and I- we were never going to work out. He’s too smart for me-”

No, he’s not!”

“Whatever, but you two could literally run Norway. This is like couple goals. I just pictured you guys in like- sitting in a private jet drinking champagne and in expensive designer clothes-”

Noora laid her forehead down on the table and groaned, “Oh my god. I literally love you so much. Eva, really.”

“Pshh,” Eva flicks Noora’s head, “Wait so does Jonas know you like him? I’m going to need the full story on this.”

Noora groaned a bit louder.

bayern-haus  asked:

Can you make a Imagine (with A. Grizmann)? Thanks babie

i’m so sorry??? this is not what i had in mind when i started writing but apparently i am too dramatic to write simple fluff?? anyway i hope u like this nonetheless 😳💜


It’s been a year since you’d last seen him. You remember it being October; the autumn leaves had adorned more ground than they had treetops at the time, going out of the house without a warm enough jacket had become impossible, but the sun had still found its way through heavy grey clouds, embracing the world in a golden haze. It had been a nice October. Until that day Antoine had sat on the soft cushions of your couch, a dark blue sweater hugging his torso, speaking softly but clearly, telling you that he couldn’t do it anymore. 

You hadn’t understood at first — hadn’t wanted to. Seeing him close the front door behind him had ripped your heart in two. The memory still does. 

It’s October again, now. It’s raining (has been for a while) and you sit on your couch, watching the raindrops fall. 

“Babe, I can’t find my car keys. Have you seen them?” 

You look up to see Chase standing in the doorframe that leads to your living room. He looks a bit lost as he rifles through his brown leathern bag that’s filled with books. He’s a teacher and sometimes he forgets to stop teaching. For some reason, you used to find his know-it-all personality quite adorable at first; he had that way of making even the most annoying comments funny. Now it’s become nettlesome. 

You shrug. “Have you checked the kitchen counter?” 

A second after saying this, you want to smack yourself. Chase has never left anything lying on the kitchen counter — he’s tidy to the point where it’s bordering on OCD. Antoine, on the other hand, has. All the time. 

“Shoes?” you asked, staring at the pair of Nikes on the kitchen counter. Then at Antoine who stood next to you, biting the inside of his cheek in a painfully obvious attempt to suppress a grin. “Seriously? Shoes in the kitchen?” 

“Sorry. In my defense, I was in a hurry.” He picked the shoes up and tossed them in the hall, aiming at the coat rack situated there. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” you said with a shake of your head. 

Antoine seemed to get you wrong because as soon as the sentence had left your mouth, he smiled. A second later, he had his arms wrapped around you from behind and his lips pressed to your neck, then pressed to your ear as he whispered, “I’ve never met anyone like you neither.” 

You laughed. “Not the way I meant it, but I’ll take it.” 

“Oh, I know exactly what you were talking about. I know you.” 

“Hmm,” you hummed, “You do.”

His hands moved to your stomach, his long fingers intertwining, trapping you against his firm body. Your heart hammered against your ribcage in response. He was warm and soft, his nearness clouding your brain and sharpening your senses. “I’m glad I do.”

“You’re getting corny again.”

“Well, I am French.” You felt him shrug behind you, and laughed. 

“Oh, yeah? What happened to ‘I’m French, but more Spanish’?” 

“I’m French when it comes to food and kissing.” 

You made a face. “You’re not that good of a kisser, to be honest.” 

Antoine grinned — you could feel his cheek move against yours when he did. “Really? Let me prove you wrong.” 

Everything went pink, azure, red, white, when he did.


“Y/N?” Chase’s deep voice jolts you out of your thoughts. Guilt craws up your neck, making your cheeks burn. “Did you hear me?”

You shoot him a small, apologetic smile. “No, sorry. What did you say?” 

“I said I’m off to work. Enjoy your free day.” With that, he presses a kiss to your forehead and walks out of the door. When you look out of the window again, it is still raining. 


“Oh my God,” you whispered, feeling your heart sink, your chest squeeze and your eyes prickle. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room slowly. Antoine was sitting on the couch, his torso propped up on pillows and his iPad in his hands. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and one of his legs shaking. He looked up at you when he heard you coming, pressing the iPad’s lock button. 

“Are you?” 

There was a lump in your throat, making you feel like you might suffocate. So all you could do was nod. 

Antoine did, too, as he sat up straight and stared at the wall for a few moments. You kept standing a few meters away from him, your lips pressed together. 

Somewhen (after what seemed like an eternity), he spoke up again, “Okay.” 

“That’s it?” you asked, your voice small, “That’s all you have to say?” 

Antoine shrugged. “You’re pregnant, not dying. We can do this.” 

“I’m twenty-two!” you yelled, pressing your palms to your cheeks and blinking rapidly, desperately trying to stop the tears from falling. “I— I— god, no.” 

He was quiet for a while after that again but his sky-blue eyes stayed focused on you, watching you cry. Usually he’d comfort you, you knew that, but he seemed paralyzed. Shocked. Afraid. Just like you. 

“We can take care of this, if you want to,” he mumbled that night as he dropped his pillow and blanket onto the couch. You stood at the staircase with your arms folded and tears still streaming down your cheeks. “We don’t have to have this baby if you don’t want to.”

When you realized what he was talking about, you wanted to throw up. 

“I’m not going to make this decision on my own just so you won’t be the asshole,” you hissed before you stomped up the stairs. 

“That’s not what I meant!” Antoine shouted after you. 

“Fuck you.” 

You lost the baby three months later. 


He is everywhere. After the EURO, he is everywhere. In the papers, on the TV, even on Beats by Dr. Dre’s playlist on Apple Music. Well, his face is on the cover at least, but still. 

It’s annoying. 

You sigh as you watch the water boil in the pot, the pasta in it floating around and dancing between the rising bubbles. 


Antoine was smiling more on all of those candid pictures you see of him on a daily basis than you had seen him smile at home. Which makes sense seeing as he seemed to be out and about more often than not these days. He said it’s because of football. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn’t. 

Exhaling audibly, you walked into your bedroom. Antoine was there, too, stuffing clothes into a suitcase which has the Atlético emblem stitched on to it. He didn’t bother folding any of them. No surprise there. It was a bit of a surprise, though, to see the lack of football kits. 

“Where are you going?” you asked. He didn’t look up.

“Away game in Italy.”

“And you don’t need kits for that?” 

Antoine paused. “Oh, almost forgot. Good thing I have you.” 

“Yeah.” You watched him as he took sport clothing out of the closet and ignored the uneasy feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach. 


You spend the next couple of hours crying. 


When Chase comes home from work in the evening, you sit him down on the couch. He looks lost again in his beige pullover, his dark hair dry for once — it’s stopped raining in the afternoon, even if the clouds haven’t disappeared. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

Chase doesn’t look like he understands, but your words fall surprisingly easily.

The lovely devilout wanted to know how to change hair colors so I thought I’d make a little ( I’m using that term lightly ) tutorial on how to do so. But fair warning, this is my first tutorial-ish so I’m not quite amazing but I did my best. 

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Lucky day

A/N: I had so much creative stuff to write this, it’s a lot of fluff. Sorry for being so absent, I still was in school, so I had some stuff to get done. I really hope you like it. Also, I’m very happy to say that I’m close to the 900 followers, THANK YOU.

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff.

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I looked my phone smiling like stuipid. The reason was the call from my boyfriend. I opened the door of my house and ran into my sister.

“What the…?”

“Dude, I need to go to fix my nails and for a haircut, want to go?” she asked, she was in my house, waiting for me?

“What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your own work?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ve missed you so much, I thought we needed to share some girls time, so, what do you say? Nails and haircut?” I shrugged. On our way, she told me that mom had sent me a gift, I was a bit shocked, and my mom usually goes and gives it herself.

“What is it? I talked to her this morning and she didn’t mention any gift”

“You know how she is. Maybe she forgot, because I went for lunch with her and she actually gave me the idea of sister’s time, aren’t you excited about it?” I laughed, my sister was really funny and she was my best friend in this world.

“Yes! But, we could stay at home, watching movies or something, because there’s no way I’m going to cut my hair again”

“It doesn’t matter, you can get a nice hair wash, with a relaxing massage, I do need a haircut like… now” and after that, we got to the place.

My nails were done and also my hair, I had loose curls and a new dress courtesy by my mom. When we were about to finish I had a text form kiss.

“Babe, I’ll pick you up at 7. Be ready. I love you very much”

“Aw” I said smiling like stupid.

“What is it?” My sister inquired.

“Chris, he has a surprise for me tonight.”

“You’re going to ride!” she yelled and I was like WHAT THE FUCK. The lady that was doing my nails just laughed. “I mean, come on, sis, your boyfriend’s one of the hottest actors in the whole business, you should be proud”

“I am, also I’m very in love”

“Oh, you could wear mama’s dress! That’d be awesome” I nodded. One thing less to think. My outfit was done.

“Miss, you are our client 100 of the week, we’d be happy to give you a makeup today, or for some other day!” I was so embarrassed. I never win anything! This was so exciting.

“Oh, this is amazing, can we do it now?”

“Of course” the lady nodded and indicated me the way, I smiled to my sister she was making a video of my reaction.

So there I was, waiting for my boyfriend. My phone rang.

“Hey” I giggled at the phone knowing that it was him.

“Hi, doll, I’m on my way.” Hearing his voice was like an automatic rush.

“Great, I’m ready. I just need my keys, but I don’t remember where I left them.” I started to move the things that were over my desk, but nothing.

“You know that I get you a bowl for that?”

“Yup, but I liked it more for candies” I added.

“You probably left them next to the microwave, you always…”

“Found them” I had followed his instructions to find them right next to it. I giggled amused.

“Nice, I’ll be there in ten. Oh, and since it’s a surprise I’m going to cover your eyes, I’m telling you this so you can prepare yourself and don’t make a scene when I put a scarf to cover your amazing eyes, love. Or… roll them, like you’re doing it now” I was doing that.

“It’s not fair. I just want to say that I worked very hard on my look and I’m going to miss your reaction.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it was a crazy day, my sister came, we got done our nails, I won something and they curled my hair right there and my mom sent me a dress. Crazy, right? I guess today’s my lucky day” I heard his laugh as I looked at myself one last time, “But I gotta tell you that I prefer going on converse and jeans, so don’t get too used to this”

“I love you in anyway, I’ll be there soon”

“I love you, but I prefer you in your tight Captain outfit”. I mean, there has to be some perks of being Chris’s girlfriend. And I didn’t mean the fancy part, just the… exquisite and relaxing part, the intimate one where he rehearsals all dress up and I help him.

“You’ve made that clear plenty times. Hurry!” I hanged up. But it rang again.

“I forgot to say the reason that I called in the first place” I smiled a bit and he cleared his throat.

“Oh, yeah? I thought it was for you to tell me that you were coming”

“No, I called you to tell you that I love you” I put my hand on my heart, and I was a teenager again.

“I love you too”.

“Alright, I’m almost there”

“Ok”. I looked at myself before running to the door. I liked this version of me. I was wearing a grey dress that made my waist look really tiny, my mom had nailed it. My makeup was actually very soft, a classy cat-eye and nudes. I was wearing stilettos, though it could’ve been a bad idea since I wasn’t quite sure of where we were going. My hair gently covered my shoulders. I heard the doorbell.

“Coming” I yelled. I looked in the eyehole even when I knew who it was. I smiled. It felt like our very first date. I opened before I whistle trying to flatter her elegant beauty. Chris was taller than me, even with my heels. Also, he was looking really, really good. He was wearing his dark blue jeans, white shirt and a jacket.

“Whoa” He said. “My god… you look… whoa” I walked towards him and I kissed him.

“Thank you, you look amazing, baby.” He kissed me again.

“You took my breath away, you know?” I lifted my eyebrow and laughed. “But I must say that I like you better naked. We should go, oh and…” he grabbed the kerchief in the air “you need to wear this.”


“I can’t tell you, baby” Chris repeated for the umpteenth time.

“Of course you can, you just don’t want to” I attacked. That was the truth. I didn’t know where we were. My eyes were covered by a bandage, I don’t even know why I agreed. Maybe because I had the persuasion of two deep blue eyes. When Chris told me that he had organized a surprise I didn’t expect this. Maybe I was waiting for a puppy, because that’s what he does. 

“Alright, sit”. He was still holding my hand, after we started to walk and climbing stairs, he ordered it.

“Can’t feel anything around” I murmured.

“That’s because there’s nothing in front of you” he stole a kiss and then I felt him walking away.

“Is this like a sophisticated kidnap? Why are you leaving? Chris?” I felt my heart beating fast, there wasn’t any noise, not even his steps away.

“Listen very carefully, nod if you understood” I did so “I’m right here, I’m not going to leave, nod”. By that moment, I was glad I had to nod because I didn’t know where my voice was. “You’re going to be quiet after you take off the fabric and you’re going to keep looking in front, you cannot, I repeat, you cannot move, understood?” I nodded and tried to sharpen the senses I had not been deprived yet. “After my count, you’ll remove it, alright?” I nodded “Do you know that I love you?” I did it again. “Ok, here we go, three, two, and one…” I took of the mask. I was by myself, there was a big screen and I was lighten by a spotlight.

“Chris?” I asked. The moment I said it, a movie started to roll. That was our movie, from the moment we met, to all the things we’ve done together. Tears were falling down my cheeks and I was smiling at the same time. In the end, there was a picture of us and a legend above “Our story will continue”.

“Chris?” I inquired again. Suddenly he appeared and started to make his way towards me.

“Hi”. He murmured.

“Hi, what’s this? What’s going on?” he knelt and I held my breath.

“This is a proposal, y/n. I know that you’re surprised so I guess we accomplished out mission. I wanted this to be very special for you, this is the place where we had our very first date, remember?” I nodded looking around. We were just walking and it started to rain, so we had to look for refuge in the old theater, which had been restructured by that moment. We actually broke into the place to be magnified by the beauty of the place. It was just… amazing, from the wood in the stage, to all the Victorian details in the whole theater. “You were shaking because of the rain, so I held you in my arms. You hesitated, but I convinced you. I realized of two things in that moment, that you weren’t like other woman and the second is that you were the one and for that reason you belonged there, in my arms. I’ve loved you since that moment, every single little thing of you, even the things that I shouldn’t love, I love. Today you said that it might seem to be your lucky day because everything you’ve done, but, to be honest, it was part of this proposal, your mom and sister helped me. They loved the idea and… joined me. And I just want to say that we can call it luck, but if it is luck, I want to tell you that I feel lucky every single day since I’m with you. I’m lucky to have you and know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, that I want us to have a family. You’re not the only one with luck, doll. I’m so lucky and I’ll be the luckiest man if you agree to be my wife, so… y/n, would you concede me the honor to be my wife? Will you marry me?” I was holding my tears, I nodded uncontrollably.

“Yes!” I said as I knelt with him and gave him a kiss, he reached my left hand and put a ring in my finger. I kissed him again and hugged him. Oh, God. I heard applauses and cheerful screaming. I looked back and saw a bunch of people, there was my family and his family, also some friends.

“Thought you’d like to share the news and celebrate”

“I love you so, so much” I said, before my mother ran into me and gave us a motherly hug. This was my perfect, lucky day, the one that I’d never forget.  

Day 2: Coffee Shop

The ‘I didn’t realize until after ordering that I have no means of payment, but someone nice picked up my tab and holy crap, they’re hot’-trope. Also: ‘Dammit, get back here I AM HITTING ON YOU’.

In short, nothing new. But hopefully still enjoyable. :)


“That’ll be $3.15, please.”

“Sure.” Anna matched the barista’s easy-looking grin with one of her own as she shoved one hand into the front pocket of her messenger bag– and blanched. “Uh, hang on.” A pat to her back pocket yielded no results, and the same went for the side pockets of the light jacket she was wearing. The admittedly cluttered inside of her bag also got a thorough - and increasingly hurried - search, but still without any proverbial needles turning up.

Of course, it wasn’t until after that thorough search - some two minutes later, which was a damn long time for a coffee shop order queue - that the image of her wallet hit her; resting peacefully on the counter. At home.

Shit. The blush was already crawling up her ears, and of course she had no change on her, either.

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