i think i might write a fanfic along these lines actually

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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“Worth It”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.

A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.

“I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”

"We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.

“How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”

“The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”

The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.

“Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.

“Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.

“For me?”

“No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much.  Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.

Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.

Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.

"A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.

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Bound (part 1)

A/N: “Can you do one where you find out you can talk to someone through your head and it turns out to be harry?“ THIS WAS SUPER FUN! let me know if you guys want me to continue. Enjoy!

 It’s not typical for Y/n to bring guys home, after a night out…that’s not her style. She’s old fashioned and prefers to exchange numbers with a lad, maybe go on an actual date before she gives him a taste. But that’s most nights.

   Tonight, she’s internally vowing to never drink again as she lets the hands of this stranger explore her figure, his lips leaving kisses on any area of exposed skin. Her hands leave his soft , blonde locks to reach down and find her keys. As fun as this is, she could definitely do without the feeling of her back being pressed up against her cold door. Her hearts racing at the excitement of it all but in the back of her mind lies a bit of guilt. He’s not even her type; she hopes he isn’t getting the wrong impression.

   Once inside, he pushes the door shut for her. They kick off their shoes, and stumble their way into the cozy living room of her loft. They finally come up for air after what seemed like the world’s longest make out session. She uses this time to pull her tight dress down, kicking it out of the way. The fellow, whose name she can’t remember, finishes unbuttoning his shirt before he drops it behind him. 

Hey sits down on the couch and not too long after, Y/n straddles him, grinding down on his bulge. She can feel herself getting wetter with every rotation of her hips.


Meanwhile, a few miles away…

“Another shot!” Harry hears. He sighs but can’t hide the smirk that creeps on his face as he picks up his second shot of the night. He takes it fast “God, that never get easier” he coughs. His friends pat him on the back, being proper dicks about one measly shot.

“Atta boy, Styles!” 

  What they don’t know is, he slyly told the bartender to fill his glasses with club soda. Yes, he was lying to his friends but he didn’t feel like hearing their whines about him being “No fun!”. He’s having a good time, he really is but he’d just rather be at home right now. He doesn’t really like going out so often, he always seems to find himself mentally exhausted and annoyed with the atmosphere. 

“I’m gonna head out” He tells his friends, they try to convince him to stay and have just one more shot and as much as he would like to keep tricking them into thinking he was actually getting hammered, he just wants to get home. “Guys really i’m just-”

His thoughts are interrupted.

He hears what sounds to be a woman moaning which normally wouldn’t surprise him in this setting. People tend to do nasty shit in clubs like this but it sounded so close; almost like he had headphones on. He brushes it off until it happens again. He knows he probably looks insane, touching his hears and looking around like a crazy person.

“Ahh…I’m so wet” The voice whimpers. He can feel himself getting harder by the second. It’s times like these he wishes he wasn’t so easy to excite. He could literally just overhear someone talk about breasts and before he knows it, he’s stiff down there.

His eyebrows furrow and he quickly covers his erection, obviously not wanting anyone to see. He bids his friends goodbye before rushing out of the club and to his car which isn’t too far from the building. He’s thanking his lucky stars for the parking spot he chose. Harry gets in and rests his head on the steering wheel, trying to will this boner away. He’s still utterly confused but his main mission at the moment is to relax himself enough to drive home. He can deal with it there. 

Then, as clear as day, he hears the moans again. He whips his head around to the backseat of his car because it sounded that close. There’s nobody there. It doesn’t stop, and it certainly isn’t helping his raging hard-on, which he can now feel leaking in his trousers. “mmm” it continues “Fuck”


At Y/n’s

“Fuck” she moans, her nameless friend ruts his covered member up as she grinds down harder on him. She soaking now and just wants to feel him inside her already. She unbuckles his belt and slides off of him so that she’s lying her back upon the couch.

Back to Harry

He sits there, scared but also frustrated. He convinces himself that he’s hearing voices because he’s so horny…or maybe the bartender slipped him some actual alcohol. He fumbles with his belt, looking around the dark lot to make sure there aren’t any bystanders that could potentially witness him at his absolute worst. 

He finally frees his cock, it springs up and smudges a little pre-cum on his black button down. It’s real now…the fact that he actually just got hard for no reason. “Why the fuck is this happening” he groans. 

Y/N

“Why the fuck is this happening?” She hears. She pushes her hands against the mans chest so she can look him in the eyes. “What do you mean?” She giggles. 

“What are you talking about?” He replies before lining his head up with her slit. “You just asked why this was happening”. The look on his face tells her that he has no idea what she’s talking about. She laughs it off, saying that she probably heard her neighbors or something. 

He pushes in, filling her up with one stroke. Her eyes close at the sensation and she forgets all about what she was just concerned about. Her nails rake his back and she arches into him, shifting the angle slightly.

“Yes! Right there”

In Harry’s Car

“Yes right there” 

Harry is going mad at this point, labored breathing and flushed skin. His eyes are shut tight, jaw locked, he’s as red as a tomato and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. He’s successfully fighting the urge to just scream out, until he hears another purr.

“Deeper” She sighs. Its the last straw for him. Harry bangs his balled up fist against the wheel 

“STOP! SHUT UP!” He roars. Only then, does the silence win. He listens for it…nothing. Its gone. He clears his throat and finally looks up and out of his car window. Standing there is a group of friends who seem to be walking into the club. They’re staring at him like he has three heads and he may as well. To Harry, that would be more manageable than hearing voices in his fucking head.

Y/n

“STOP! SHUT UP!” She jumps and accidentally knocks her forehead into the one right above hers. “Ow fuck!” He sits up and rubs the afflicted area. 

“Well that’s what you get! Why would you yell at me like that?!” She asks as she stands up and wraps herself in the small blanket that was folded over he arm of the couch. “What the fuck are you-…you’re crazy” He muttered. He pulls his clothes back on, not caring to button up his shirt. Y/n doesn’t respond, she just stands there and waits for him to collect his things. She knows she isn’t losing her mind, it couldn’t have been the neighbors. It was so close, she can literally still feel her ears ringing. Maybe its best if he does leave.

“All I wanted was a fuck and I got stuck with a fucking psycho” He chuckled. He slams the door behind himself.

Harry

He’s almost to his flat now; the car ride is silent, he doesn’t feel like hearing anything right now. Anything. He’s just glad that whatever that was, stopped and that his hard on is at a mild throb now. He can just tug one out in the shower tonight.

Then the unthinkable happens. He hears her again. This time, it sounds like she is…talking instead of moaning. He pulls into the nearest gas station to get a better listen. He might as well ease drop if its going to keep happening. 

Y/n’s Loft

Y/n decided to call her best friend, Elena and tell her about what the fuck just happened. She wants to get a second opinion and make sure she isn’t actually crazy.

“So…I swear, at first I heard him ask why it was happening and he acted like he didn’t say anything”

“Wow what the fuck? Did it sound like him?” her friend pressed. “I mean.. not really but it just sounded like it was right there.” Y/n started. “I’m not gonna lie, it sounded a little rougher than his voice. I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off” She joked, Elena laughed along with her


Harry

Harry’s eyes had widened. He’s pretty sure that whoever he’s hearing is talking about him. So they could hear him too? He still doesn’t understand any of this but he feels slightly relieved knowing he isn’t completely alone.

“I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off”

“Hey!” he whines before quickly covering his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say anything, it just came out. What she said kind of offended him, seeing as girls often tell him his voice is sexy and sensual.

Y/n

“Hey!” She heard. It was the voice again. She looked around her living room, her first thought being that someone had to be in her house. And of course she’s still standing in only a blanket, so if there is some robber in her home, he’ll probably try to take advantage of her. She told Elena she would have to call her back, she was too distracted to really hear what she was saying anyway. Maybe it was stupid to get off of the phone at a time like this but she just needed to think clearly and listen for the voice again.

“Hello?” she whispered

“….uhm…hello?” she heard. She screamed and ran for the door, still in only a blanket. She topped when she heard the voice scream as well, sounding just as scared.

“Jesus! Fuck stop screaming you scared the shit out of me!” she heard. Only now does she realize that the voice is coming from within; she just ran across the loft and its still right in her ear.


Harry

“I scared you?! Who ar- what is this?!” She spits out. Harry runs a hand through his hair, putting his cell phone up to his ear to hide the fact that he’s talking to himself just in case anyone decides to look at him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t but I’m just glad I’m not the only one” he sighed. “Or maybe I am and this is just a delusion” He chuckles, everything is so fucked up but he’s always been the type to find the humor in serious situations.

“Ok” Y/n starts. “Let’s just…let’s figure this out together”

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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Taste

In bringing this collection to a close, I decided to take it back to the start.

You can also find this fic here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12286317/5/Sense-ational

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The first time she kissed him, he tasted like butterbeer and something distinctly James. The combination made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body crave him, his mouth, his body, his skin against hers.

It was a crisp October afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of their seventh year, and Lily had finally said yes, enthusiastically yes, to James’ Hogsmeade proposal. He’d been stunned at first, thought she was having him on, made worse by the fact that instead of answering his desperate enquiry of “Are you serious?!” she’d said, “No, but your brother is,” winked at the tall, wavy haired man next to him, and walked off. She never could resist a Sirius joke. Neither, she knew, could Sirius, and his barking laughter followed her down the corridor. James, unwilling to leave things on such unsure footing, chased her down the corridor and took her hand. “You’re actually saying yes?” He’d said, the words quiet and deep and fast, his eyes searching her face and when Lily broke into a smile he looked like he’d been stunned. “Yes, James. I’m actually saying yes.”

He’d dragged her down to Hogsmeade as soon as they’d finished breakfast that morning, though ‘finished’ is perhaps not quite the right word. James had practically inhaled an entire bowl of porridge, his knee bouncing incessantly under the table, and Lily had barely had time to grab a few pieces of toast before his hand was in hers and he was hauling her away from the table.

She was shouting indignantly and shoving bites of toast into her mouth as he pulled her into the brisk morning air, but his hand was warm in hers and the electricity shooting through her veins kept her from protesting too fiercely against the disruption of her breakfast. Instead, she gripped his hand more firmly in her own, bumped her hip against his playfully - “You better feed me today, Potter, or you’re dead.” His eyes were sparkling with amusement when he smiled back at her, “On my honour, Evans.”

When they got to the gates, James had stopped them, moving to stand in front of her, his eyes moving over her face, and Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him because he was just too damn beautiful to be real and how had she never realised it before? She wanted to grab him right there and kiss him, but they hadn’t even had their date yet and she knew how long he’d been waiting for this, so she ran her tongue along the back of her teeth and bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control herself. But he was still looking at her like that, like she was everything, the only thing in the world, and the air was crackling with so much electricity that she could taste it on her tongue when she pulled in a deep breath. He blinked and smiled an embarrassed smile before reaching up and taking his scarf from around his neck. “Here,” he said, grinning at her, “You look cold.”

His fingers burned trails across her skin as he tied the scarf securely around her, and she swallowed the desperate reply that was bubbling up in her, opting to thank him quietly instead. It was the exact opposite of everything she normally would have done and she knew James had noticed because he’d cocked an amused eyebrow at her as they began walking again, but she couldn’t trust her mouth because it was begging her to either taste every centimetre of his skin or tell him how she thought she might actually, desperately, be falling in love with him and neither of those were options while they were making their way to the high street on their first official date.

The morning was a whirlwind of sound and colour - they went into all her favourite shops, he detailed everything he’d ever planned for all those rejected dates, her cheeks flushed with a bit more than the cold when she told him that she was glad he’d finally earned her attention. She tried to remember all the details, commit it all to memory, because she knew this was something she’d want to remember, that it was one of those rare moments you realise, as it’s happening, that you need to set it down, to carve it into your memory, because this moment, this day is going to be one that changes the rest of your life. But no matter how hard she tried to step back, to catalogue the details, she couldn’t. He was overwhelming, he was, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the rush in her stomach that was slowly burning a hole through her when she looked at him.

They ducked into The Three Broomsticks for lunch, he cracked jokes and she tossed chips at his head. They drank bottles of butterbeer and she pretended not to notice the stunned look on his face when she brushed her foot against his calf under the table. His eyes welled up when he talked about his parents, she took his hand and talked about her sister, they talked about the future. It was easy to talk to him and they talked about everything.

They fought, of course, over who would pay the bill when it came and, though James won, she grumbled about it while they waited for Rosmerta to return with his change. James pocketed a handful of coins as he stood, laughing as Lily said, “I can pay for myself, James, bloody hell,” and took her hand. They walked out of the pub and the cold air was a shock after the warm, smoky air of the pub. “You can pay next time,” James said, grinning down at her and Lily cocked her eyebrow, “Who said there’s going to be a next time?”

He stopped in the middle of the high street, turning to face her and raising his eyebrows - he studied her before he smirked and moved his hands to her hips. “Now Evans,” he said, his fingers brushing along the hem of her jumper, “I know you don’t mean that.”

The retort was on the tip of her tongue, but, recognising the opportunity, she grinned instead. “No, I don’t,” and she reached up, wound her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers.

She would, over time, run her tongue along all the lines of his skin, tracing him, finding every sensitive part of his body and memorising it and the way it felt against her lips, the way the salt and spice of his skin lingered on her tongue. But now, right now, with his mouth on hers, his fingers sliding along the exposed skin at her waist, all she could think was more. She needed him, every part of him, and she knew then that she would never, ever get enough.

She didn’t care that people were probably gawking at them, that they could see just how desperately she was pressing her body against his. The taste of him was driving her mad and she shouldn’t be held responsible for any acts of public indecency she might be in the process of committing. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip, smiling at the groan that escaped him, before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were shining with want and mischief and she could tell just how much effort it was taking for him to control himself. It mirrored, but probably didn’t quite match, the restraint she was exercising over herself.

“You can’t be doing that to me in public, Evans. We’re supposed to be setting an example. What kind of Heads are we?” Lily grinned and pressed her hips against his, “Maybe we should go back up to the castle then, if you’re going to be such a stickler for the rules.”

He smiled so broadly she thought his face might crack with the effort and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her when he was looking at her like that, grinning stupidly at her in the middle of the high street like he’d just won the bloody lottery. She knew how he felt though, her lips were still tingling, her skin still humming, and she completely understood, now, what it felt like to have your entire body come alive, burst into flame, when you’re with someone. She craved it, never wanted it to end - James had ignited a fire in her gut that she hoped, no, knew, would never burn out.

She stepped away from him, grabbed his hand firmly in her own, and turned towards the castle.

notdanhowell

summary: Dan has a guilty pleasure: phan blogs. It’s a mixture of conceited arrogance and morbid curiosity, really. And really, it’s a mixture of these two things that lead to him catfishing members of his phandom and becoming a headcanon blog. After all, what harm can one headcanon do?
word count: 2,134/20,000
warnings (this chapter): recreational drinking, kissing, light fantasy

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A couple of weeks pass where nothing noteworthy happens. Dan doesn’t have a big metal breakdown, comes to accept that his life now involves writing headcanons about himself and his best friend. They’re all platonic, domestic things, though, and nothing that their viewers couldn’t work out by watching enough of their videos. So it’s innocent.

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SF9 at Hogwarts

So I was brainstorming and I came up with this. I did my research and thought about the boys’ houses thoroughly, hope you guys enjoy! \(^•ㅎ•^)/


Inseong: Ravenclaw

This boy is sometimes so extra but then he has a serious side too. He’s smart and emits this I want to learn! feeling so I sorted him in Ravenclaw. Him being the oldest tells me that he would be responsible and puts forth his work despite his desires.

  • Loved by teachers and students alike
  • Very blur at times but he knows what he’s doing
  • Visits the library during holidays
  • Loves the subject Transfiguration
  • Always the one to solve the riddle to enter the Ravenclaw common room when there are some of his dorm mates who get the answers wrong
  • Quiet but extra when it comes to Quidditch

Youngbin: Gryffindor

Very very responsible baby and athletic and passionate. Youngbin, to me, suits Gryffindor house so well because of his leader characteristic. Don’t you think?

  • The Head Boy
  • Takes his position seriously
  • Is in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
  • Professors L O V E him
  • Majors in Care of Magical Creatures
  • Loves the first year students like his little brothers and treats them at the Weasley Candy Emporium

Jaeyoon: Hufflepuff

This lovely boy is kind and heart-warming, exactly like a Hufflepuff. He has an aura that tells you that whenever you’re with him, you’re home. His wonderful personality also tells me that he values friendship genuinely and loves to have a good time too!

  • A prefect
  • Always has small chats with passing students when he conducts his group of first years on the train
  • Majors in Herbology
  • Secretly sneaks to the Shrieking Shack with Dawon during weekdays
  • A beater in the Hufflepuff Quidditch team
  • Runs like he’s in a marathon when he has to pass by the Moaning Myrtle’s Bathroom
  • Can have a deep conversation with the portraits

Sanghyuk (Dawon): Hufflepuff

This extra baby is sorted into Hufflepuff because of his carefree personality. Like Jaeyoon, Dawon makes you feel happy and warm unlike Slytherin house. He might hide his true feelings behind a mask but overall, he works hard to make people happy. Truly a Hufflepuff.

  • Extra extra extra when it comes to Quidditch
  • He’s the seeker
  • Best friends with Jaeyoon although Jaeyoon thinks otherwise
  • A prefect too
  • Wants to major in Divination
  • Loves the cleaning spell

Juho (Zuho): Slytherin

His cold facial expressions gave me the idea that he is a Slytherin. However, I had also thought that he was a Ravenclaw because of his “nose is my swag” playfulness. But after reading more about him and Slytherin house, I was sure he suits it better. This is because of his 70% quiet and 30% open personality. He can be caring at times which doesn’t make him a cold Slytherin but more of a mediocre Slytherin student who pays attention to important things only. What do you think?

  • People misunderstand him
  • Is actually a sweet pie
  • Loves to go to the library for reading even though his dorm mates believe he’s just there for the pretty girls
  • The leader for the Slytherin Quidditch team
  • Loves to go to Hogsmeade
  • Majors in Defence Against the Dark Arts
  • Loves History of Magic class because he gets to sleep in the back
  • Is actually the descendant of the House of Black but tries to keep it lowkey
  • Damn rich

Seokwoo (Rowoon): Ravenclaw

Because of his role in Click Your Heart I have this feeling that he’s athletic and suits the “jock” character well. He highlights sports and works hard in academics, getting what he wants as a result of his hard work. His originality is also why I put him in Ravenclaw house despite him being the mama bear of the group.

  • Leader of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team
  • Very competitive when it comes to Quidditch
  • Hangs out at the first-floor girl’s lavatory to check them out
  • Likes first year students
  • Majors in Muggle Studies because he finds them interesting
  • Gets high grades along with girls
  • The potion professor despises him because Rowoon once took Baruffio’s Brain Elixir before exams
  • He still insists it was an accident

Taeyang: Gryffindor  

I put this shining bright sun in Gryffindor because of his passion for dance and daring personality for being his extra self on stage, telling me that whatever he does, he’s sure to give it his best even though it hurts him.

  • Is the Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
  • Loves to sneak into the kitchen when everybody’s sleeping
  • Tried to sneak into the Prefects Bathroom when there was a rat in the Boy’s Lavatory
  • He got caught
  • Practices spells the night before exams diligently (he hates studying)
  • Loves autumn season
  • Goes to Hogsmeade with Jaeyoon and Dawon because Youngbin’s too busy treating first year students candy

Youngkyun (Hwiyoung): Ravenclaw

This cry baby is put in Ravenclaw house because of his bold personality. When he wants to stand up for himself, he really does. Capturing people with his beautiful aegyo, Hwiyoung shows me wit and originality. He was one of the hardest to sort out because of the blurred line between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw omg but I think he’s better with Rowoon by his side.

  • Majors in potions
  • Rowoon’s personal baby
  • Has a fetish for cats
  • Loves flying at the quad at night secretly
  • His mother bought him socks at Gladrags Wizardwear because he tends to forget to wash his socks
  • (The socks scream when they get too smelly)
  • Smartest kid in his year
  • Uses the Aberto spell to make him look cool
  • He once accidentally went into the chamber where they kept Fluffy (a three-headed dog)
  • Scared of dogs ever since

Chanhee (Chani): Gryffindor  

This little baby chick is sorted into Gryffindor house because of his boldness and responsibility. As the maknae of the group he works hard for his hyungs and is brave in stating his concerns and opinions. Even though with a young heart, Chanhee shows me that he is capable of managing himself however sometimes very confused by his surroundings. (That’s why Youngbin’s with him)

  • Youngbin’s favorite first year student
  • Very confused when he’s faced with the Grand Staircase and blabber mouth portraits
  • Has a stash of candy under his bed
  • Goes to the Quidditch Pitch at night
  • A seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
  • Once liked a seventh-year girl but found out she was his second-cousin
  • Loves owl racing
  • His owl, Milo, always wins
  • Writes letters to his mother every Sunday
  • Taeyang accompanies him (they’re best friends) everywhere because Youngbin’s scared he’d get lost

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Masterlist

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“Paris is good. Nice call, Monsieur.”

“De nada, muchacha.”

Thank you for 100 follows! Needless to say, I miss these two real bad and I have for around six years. DC writers are pretty sadistic ya know that? Then again, I guess I might be too.

Because who has time or money to read almost 30 years of relationship development…

Under the cut: Look Over Your Shoulder, a monologue recap Fanfic: Fluff/Humor/Angst. DC Rebirth. Wally’s POV. Warning: Mention of the grief typically associated with Alzheimer’s. Also I cried while writing this. Story set to this song.

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Inspiration // Jaehyun

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd

word count: 1,278

author’s note: a close friend of mine convinced me with a lot of effort to post this, so i hope you guys enjoy!~ if you manage to really enjoy, you can always request~


Taking another sip of coffee, you sit at your desk, your free hand tapping on the dark wood. Though your mind is filled with ideas for the script, none of them work. It’s either too crazy, too bland, or just perfect—but with the wrong plot. “I can’t do anything…” you eventually mumble, burying your face in your hands while releasing a frustrated sigh. Lifting your head from your hands, you frown at your laptop screen, where all you can see is an empty document, absolutely nothing on it. “I’m going to get fired at this rate.”

You soon stand up, straightening out your pants after doing so. You pick up your phone and dial the first person you see; Jaehyun. He is a close friend, so he can hopefully help you get through this mess of work. Well, nonexistent mess of work, that is. After the first three rings, he picks up, though it feels like an eternity for you. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks.

“Well,” you start, a pout forming on your lips unconsciously. “You know that movie I’m writing the script for?” Jaehyun lets out a hum of acknowledgment. “Yeah, well, it’s not going as planned. See, I have absolutely nothing written down, so I was wondering if I could come over and maybe have a break for a little while. If I stay cramped in my apartment, I’ll just keep going back at it and losing my mind.”

He chuckles before answering. “Yeah, sure. I’m free for today and I’m sure the guys won’t mind, so feel free to. I missed having you around anyways.” You can sense the smirk on his face; he knows how easily you get flustered, and he’s constantly doing it.

With a small blush painted on your face, you quickly reply with a “thanks, you’re the best,” before hanging up. Jaehyun laughs on the other end, amused by you abruptly hanging up.

You exit your car and walk up to the front door, ringing the doorbell and patiently waiting. You don’t do too much waiting, as, pretty much as soon as you rang the doorbell, it’s being opened, and you’re greeted by the one and only Jung Jaehyun. “Hey!” he says, grinning brightly.

“Hi,” you sheepishly reply, still as awkward as you were the day you met him. You can remember meeting him as if it happened earlier today.


As you were peacefully writing away at another script (one that wasn’t important, since you were just hoping to pass the time), the ringing of your phone easily grabbed your attention, especially since it looked to be the number of another entertainment company. Since it wasn’t often you got calls like this, you pick the phone up almost right away, your heart beating rapidly with excitement. To your surprise, it was an actual entertainment group, but this time it wasn’t another accident. They actually wanted you to help write something for their newest group, NCT, the unit being NCT 127.

Excitement coursing through your blood, you gratefully accept, proud of yourself for scoring such an honorable job. Okay, to most it might not seem honorable, but for a small screenwriter such as yourself, you couldn’t help but want to jump up and down and let out so many squeals like a eleven-year-old girl going to see One Direction live.

You ended the call with a “thank you,” and immediately called your friends, telling them the exciting news. They all congratulated you, all of them saying something along the lines of “I’m so proud of our little girl, going so far in life!” which made you roll your eyes, considering you were only a few weeks younger than the next youngest.

You were told to meet them the next day at their building. You looked up how to get to the building and couldn’t fall asleep for almost four hours, far too excited to peacefully drift away to your dreamland.

You woke up the next day feeling hurried, rapidly getting ready, your normal shower being cut down to just five minutes, as you woke up a little later than you hoped for. You eventually were ready, cursing at yourself as you ran out the door. Once you reached S.M Entertainment, you scurried inside and was greeted by their secretary, who walked fastly to the meeting room you had to be at. Though she was very quiet, you were still extremely thankful for the help you got.

The meeting went by smoothly, but they were nervous about you writing anything, since you knew almost nothing about the boys, so they set up a scheduled time to meet them later that day. And when you did meet them, you were a stuttering mess, but Jaehyun and the others were helpful, and the rest was history.


Breaking out of the silence, Jaehyun realizes the two of you had been staring at each other silently, apparently too scared for once to talk to each other. “Oh, um, come in!”

Once the two of you are inside and lounging on the couch, he speaks up again. “So, what’s got you so frustrated?” he asks, noticing the, admittedly adorable, pout on your lips, which you only did if you were frustrated or focused, and clearly, you are not focused at all right now.

You sit up and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees while your hands a clasped together. “Basically, this stupid movie has such a cheesy ass plot I have no idea how to write anything for it.” He laughs.

“How is this a ‘cheesy ass movie’ exactly?”

You take a deep breath before responding. “Basically like any love story is, except the two lovers are both male. I could easily write for that much, but how the fuck am I supposed to script a kiss? I have no idea how to script a kiss. Isn’t it just, like, I don’t know, they know when they’re supposed to kiss and how to, but when I told the director that he said it wasn’t enough, that I didn’t make the kiss heated enough or descriptive enough!”

“It seems like you’re struggling a bit. Say, Y/N, have you ever kissed anyone?” You blush and look down, timidly shaking your head no. “See, that’s why!” You tilt your head in curiousity, not understanding what he means. “What I’m saying is that you have no idea how to script a kiss because you’ve never kissed anyone!”

“Oh! That makes sense. But who am I gonna kiss? The guy I like clearly isn’t interested, so I have no idea what to do…” You notice Jaehyun frown at that last sentence, but you figure that it’s just your imagination making things up, so you mentally scold yourself for easily coming up with things like that, but not things that are necessary for your career.

Jaehyun has a war with his mind, unsure if he should do what he wants to do. He hesitates, but he slowly finds himself leaning in towards you, and you’re soon doing the same. His lips end up on yours, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as you slowly kiss him back. He remembers you mentioning the kiss needing to be heated, so his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You let him enter your mouth, and your tongues dance together in the now heated kiss. You’re the first to pull away from the breathless kiss. You smile, blushing yet again.

“I don’t think I have enough inspiration yet,” you say, which is quickly interrupted by multiple short pecks all over your face, before he pulls you in for yet another kiss.

Strangers - Chapter 1

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Plot: You’re in Romania. You finally got out of a toxic relationship and you’re finally free from everyone you know. You enjoy that time on your own without speaking to anyone, until you meet a mysterious man in the middle of town.

Warning: Eventual smut. Not in this chapter. But most definitely will be all kinds of smut. Mentions of abuse.

Note: Thank you for reading, everyone. I hope you like it, and let me know if you want me to continue. Or if you want to be tagged.


You stood there leaning against the cold, metal railing along the bridge. It was so cold, your breath danced around you and your surroundings like cigarette smoke. The outside noise of people bargaining jewelry, mothers tending to their playful children, and lovers taking slow walks together mixed with the music you listened to was peaceful, and brought you into a blissful like trance. You were alone, and at peace for the first time in forever.

           It had been a week since you left France and decided to leave your abusive fiancé. The one who’s actions your whole family had decided to ignore because he had money and high status. The man who told you that you were stupid almost on a daily basis. The man had to slam you into a wall hard enough to put a dent in it before you realized that enough was enough.

           Nobody knew where you were. You took a bunch of cash out, packed some bags and you were on a plane to Vienna by 5am. Your life was finally in your own hands.

           Suddenly, a familiar face came into sight of your peripheral vision. The man that I had just run into by accident two days ago. The man who shared nothing more a smile with me just the day before.

           “You again.” you said playfully, making my way over to him.

           He turned his head in my direction seeing that it was me. The clumsy girl with nothing better to do than to hang out by a bridge one her weekdays.

           He stood there, still as a statue as he leaned over the railing, very similarly to the way you did so just a moment ago. He seemed very deep in thought. You could see through the hair that perfectly canvased his face that his brows were furrowing, and that he was contemplating opening up the notebook that he had in his hand.

           When he noticed you, you started to blush.

           “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You stammered.

           “No, no you’re fine.” He replied.

           He was tall, and even through the jacket he wore you could tell that he was quite muscular. His expression was very serious. But when he turned to face you and spoke to you, his tone was actually quite friendly.

           You felt like you could finally exhale when he didn’t seem completely annoyed with you.

           “I almost didn’t recognize you without a huge coffee stain on your shirt.”

           You snorted at his remark.

           “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean for that to happen. I should have been looking better.” You were so embarrassed, no matter how cool you tried to play it.

           “Again. You’re fine, it all kind of went on your shirt anyway.” He chuckled softly.

           You calmed down a little bit and smiled.

           “I see you’re doing some writing out here. Anything interesting?”

           He held on to the notebook a little bit tighter. You could tell that it was something he kept with him, and used quite a bit. Some of the pages were falling out, and a lot of the edges were bent. Some by accident, but some as a sort of bookmark.

           “Mostly just whatever comes into my head, I guess.” He sighed.

           You felt like maybe you shouldn’t have asked. You didn’t even know this guy and yet all you did was embarrass yourself in front of him.

           “You seem spend a lot of time here.”

           You turned to him, coming out of your own thoughts realizing that he was actually starting a conversation with you.

           “I might say the same thing about you, sir.” You replied playfully, clearing your throat.

           “Well what can I say. It’s a nice area.” He chuckled once again, seeming amused at your light playfulness with your conversation.

Bucky’s POV

           She was beautiful. She had black hair styled in a short pixie cut that was hidden under the hood of her jacket. Her golden-brown eyes were striking, I found it hard to turn away.

           She had a soft French accent, that made every word she said sound like music. She made herself sound confident, but kind with her words. Something I liked. Something I wasn’t sure I was used to.

           “So do you live here?” She asked, looking out into the distance of the busy city around us.

           “I guess you could say that.” I answered. But it was a good question. Did I live here? After a year of traveling from city to city, from one country to another, this area was the place I had stayed the longest. I felt…At peace here. At least, as much as someone like me could be.

           Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked down at it. Her content demeanor instantly began to change. Her shoulders began to sink; her eyes became serious. Almost as if she were scared of the person on the other line. I wanted to ask, but I had only met this girl. There was no way I should pry into her personal life. Just as much as I didn’t want her in mine.

           “You should get that.” I said, instead. Thinking it might be important. Whoever this was maybe didn’t want to be kept waiting. And I knew more than anyone else what happened to people when you didn’t do what they wanted right away if you were anywhere near in contact with them.

           She cleared her throat, shoving her phone back into her back pocket. Still seeming a bit shaken by whoever appeared to be on the other side of that potential phone call.

           “No…No, It’s fine.” She trembled through her words.

           “I just…I have to go now. It was nice to meet you.” Was all she said before quickly walking away, hiding what looked like may have been tears.

           And next thing you know she was gone.

           I didn’t even get her name…


Tags: @a-heart-attack-ow @timeladylaurel @fantasticimpaladoctor

Karamel 2x13 couch scene – Extended version

Summary: The extended 2x13 couch scene, according to my perv heart.

BEWARE THE (sort of) SMUT!!!

Notes: Once again, I couldn’t think of a proper title yet; I’ll come up with something when I publish it on AO3 and FFNet. :P


Mon-El’s head was already spinning when he fell with Kara on her couch in the middle of their passionate kiss. He was barely able to think coherently, but he did try to be careful when he climbed on the couch on top of her, but then Kara pulled his body closer to hers without a second thought and he simply gave in. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it might explode. He had longed so much for this moment… Only a few days ago, he thought it would never happen, he thought he would never be with Kara, and here she was, kissing him with the same passion and hunger as he was kissing her.

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anonymous asked:

Absolutely love your writing. Can I ask you to write a little something? I'm dying here waiting for the finale! I know Kurt is not getting down on one knee this season finale (maybe soon) but could you write something along the lines of him asking Jane to be his girlfriend?? 😊 Thanks, again you write the best fics!

Hey there! Thank you so much! I’m dying for the finale too! Not so long now!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little ficlet.


Tasha grabbed her arm forcefully and dragged her into Patterson’s lab. It had been almost two weeks since they brought Shepherd down and while she’ been given some time to figure out what she wanted to do next, the team were back to work. Those two weeks had been a dream, almost unbelievably good. Sure, there were the truths about her past coming to light from Shepherds interrogation, but there was also finally being free of her and finally being with Kurt that balanced it all out.

He was also back at work like everyone else but they spent every minute that he was not at the office together while according to everyone else, Jane was just considering her options. One of them was joining the team officially, but she had not decided yet.

She was back at the NYO today to help with some of the reports but before she could report to anyone, Tasha had grabbed her and pulled her.

“Ok, ‘fess up!” she said the moment Patterson had kicked the last of her techs out of the lab.

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The Electronic Configuration of Hate and Love

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (enemies to hinting at romance?)

Characters: Riley Matthews, Farkle Minkus, Maya Hart

Prompt from riarklespirfire: Funny story actually… I kinda lost the prompt, lolz, but it was along the lines of ’We hate each other but now we’re project partners so I guess we’ll just have to not kill each other’, AU (obviously)

Author’s Note: So, I am still taking Riarkle/GMW prompts for short stories if you like this one… I honestly did not plan for this to get so long and crazy, I just loved writing this version of Riley and Farkle. It just got to the point where I had to end it somewhere, so I did. However, if you really want, I am thinking a part 2 might be in the future. Let me know if anyone would want/read that…


“Well, it appears the sun has risen once again on our blessed Abigail Adams, my young chemists. Good morning and welcome back from your last Spring Break!”

Riley Matthews felt the familiar sharp stab of a bony elbow her side and turned to her best friend with an exaggerated look, eyebrows raised in questioning.

Maya Hart, beautiful, blonde, and bold, quirked one of her own dainty eyebrows and muttered, “Is he for real?”

Dropping her expression to an endearing smile, Riley rolled her eyes and pointed to the front with her pencil, “Pay attention.”

“-Last project of your high school chemistry careers.” Mr. Hudson was introducing, to be met with a round of cheers from the chunk of Senior class residing at their desks.

Waving, the elder man silenced the crowd, “Please, hold your applause until the end. Now, this last project obviously has to be something to stick in your minds and motivate you all to pursue chemistry in college!”

“Neeever gonna happen,” Maya mumbled for only Riley, resting her chin on her palm and leaning forward.

The brunette bit back a smile and shook her head.

Mr. Hudson continued, “So, I’m gonna let you blow something up.”

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Heat

*WARNING: PURE CHEESE GROSSNESS also this isn’t edited yet so soz im lazy 😂 this is inspired by basically every fan fiction but especially that riarkle one that I cant find (if anyone finds it be sure to link me!) on with the fanfic*

EDIT: the lovely @yugen-escapism found the Fanfic and it can be found here: http://blueyedpandas.tumblr.com/post/155009354343/heat by the very talented @blueyedpandas (go read hers it’s a lot better)

“Okay, then turn left when you get to the - NOW LUCAS!” Maya screeched from the passengers seat as Lucas completely missed the turn which led them further up the desolate road.

“Great job, bozzo! What’s your next genius plan now?” Maya clenched her jaw in frustration, shooting daggers at the Texan sitting next to her. His eyes rolled so far back he thinks it’s possible that he saw his own brain. “Look, we’ll turn left at the next exit and see where it takes us.” Lucas said, sighing deeply as he put his indicator on to turn left.

The next road seemed even more desolate and dark than the other, only a few streetlamps and the lights of the houses sprinkled along the street to provide a little brightness. It was late, around 2 or 3am and both of their phones were flat dead with the constant addiction to tech prone to their generation. They drove slowly in silence up the road until it came to a dead end.

Lucas sighed once again, but deeper this time. They had really got themselves into a situation this time and New York winters weren’t going easy on them. He got out the car (much to Maya’s calls of protest) to take in their surroundings and see if there was anywhere they could find refuge or at least charge their phones. However, as soon as he slammed the car door, a light sprinkling of snow began to descend and he knew then that it would not be safe to drive in those conditions at this time so he made his way back to the brooding blonde who had wrapped her arms around herself as tight as she could.

“So, Huckleberry, what’s the plan?” She said, twizzling her whole body to meet his eyes. “There isn’t one. We can’t drive ‘cause it’s just started to snow and both of our phones are dead. We’re basically stuck here until morning.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Maya deadpanned him, her features curled up in annoyance. “Yes! I’m totally joking and that’s why I look so god damn pissed, great job Maya!” He sarcastically let the sentence fall from his lips as Maya mimicked him under her breath.

They sat there in silence for a good 2 minutes, a world record by Maya and Lucas’ standards. Maya’s creamy skin was dotted with goosebumps and he could see her lips turning blue as she shivered dramatically in her seat.

“You cold?” He asked, trying to break the ice (but considering the temperatures, he doubted that would work).

“No shit, Huckleberry. It feels like jack frost is pinching my butt with those razor sharp icicle -claws of his!”

“Weird analogy but alright.” He dismissed. He pondered for a second, wondering whether to give her his jacket or not. “Do you want my jacket?” He asked cautiously as not to shake the bear. She turned to him doe-eyed, clearly puzzled and very tired.

“Erm… Sure? If you aren’t using it.” She assured as he reached into the back and pulled out a hoodie that was at least twice the size of her. She pulled it over her head with a quiet word of thanks and then proceeded to pull it down which meant the end happened to reach her lower thigh.

“Rick? I think it’s a little on the big side.” She stated, looking down at the sweater that was longer than most of the dresses she owned.
He couldn’t help but burst out laughing when he glanced over his shoulder and saw her petit frame being swallowed by his jumper that was just the right size on him. He wanted to grab his phone and take a picture but her death stare and lack of power put him off.
They were content for a while, Maya humming a tune and hugging her knees for warmth. As much as she hated his mocking about her size, she had to admit that the sweater was warm and she didn’t mind the smell that clung to it. It smelt like Lucas, kind of like sandalwood (@wickeryburning). She had to admit though, she was still freezing. She had only got a loose t-shirt and high waisted shorts on underneath and she also saw Lucas shiver, the outlining curve of his lip turning a pale tinge of blue.

“Huckleberrrryyy!” She whined, breaking his train of thought.

“It’s too collllld.” She continued to whine. He chuckled at her groaning, but inside was feeling the exact same way.

“Look, I might have a blanket in the back but it’s not going to fit over the both of us in the front. We’ll have to sit in the back if you want any blanket.” Lucas said, pulling the key out of the engine and getting out the car to grab the tartan blanket from the boot.

Maya huffed, but did scramble over the seats to the back and rested her head on the cold window. Lucas climbed in the back with her, blanket in tow and sat a measurable distance away from her, just so the blanket reached the tips of them both.

Had it been anyone else, she would be practically lying on top of them now. But it was Lucas. And her. Stuck in a car. Alone. It had already been awkward enough over the past few months with too many unspoken words and bottomless emotions. Sure, Lucas and Riley broke things off and though it had caused a little awkwardness the first few days, the two were happy as could be when they were simply friends (plus Riley may or may not moved her pining over to a certain scientist). Maya, however, was in denial of the fact. She had tried to persuade the two back together, but they wouldn’t budge. Riley and Lucas knew they weren’t great as a couple and were fine with it. Maya wasn’t. She insisted that they were right for each other, that they had to love each other. Maybe it was because she was scared of what would happen if they didn’t.

Anyhow, it had made the last few months awkward between Maya and Lucas. They had history that they couldn’t deny, and now that it was a free for all Maya wanted to keep order in the chaos, trying to make sure nothing changed.

A cloud of silence loomed over them, and Maya felt her cheeks begin to flush from embarrassment.

Lucas finally broke the silence. “Maya, this clearly isn’t working. You look like a snowman and I think my toes have detached from my body. I have an idea but you have to trust me.”

Maya rolled her eyes, trying to deny her lack of heat but she had to admit that she still felt like a penguin, especially as the snow began to pile up outside. “Fine. What’s your bright idea lone star?”

Lucas took a deep breath, preparing himself for a probable slap. “Skin to skin makes you considerably warmer.” He paused, studying her facial expression to see if she had caught on to his idea (she clearly hadn’t). He dared to continue.

“Soooo. I know it’s weird… But if we both took our shirts o- OW!” Yep, he had been right. She slapped him.

“I knew it! I knew you were a perv!” Maya stated, avoiding eye contact with the cowboy. He grew irritated

“Oh for God’s sake Maya! It’s -5 and I just want to be warm. I hate this just as much as you and believe me, I can’t even feel my balls.” She sniggered, but could feel the tension in his voice. He genuinely did want to be warm and not a perv.

She huffed before mumbling under her breath. “Fine, but you’re still a pervert.”

He turned around to face the window, lifting the hem of his t-shirt up and over his head before throwing it in the middle, averting his eyes from where Maya was tentatively tapping the hem of her shirt. Eventually, she lifted it straight over her head, shivering as she felt the chill hit her hard. She turned to face Lucas and did a double take as she took in the vision before her (she also thanked her lucky stars she wore her nice bra today)

He had a tan torso, and a six pack clear along his stomach. Sure, she knew he was probably in shape since he did so much football but she already felt herself getting warm from the situation. He was just the same, surprised that she had outlines of abs from where she had been doing a thirty day challenge. And, he couldn’t help his eyes wander around… Places.

“Hey! Eyes up here you perv!”
“I could say the same to you, shortstack.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink and she tried to cover it by making conversation.

“Well… That was pointless, I feel colder. I’m putting my shirt bac-”
“Maya, its called skin to skin for a reason. You just sitting there isn’t going to help - you need to actually be, you know,… Touching me.”

“Fuck my life.” She mumbled under her breath before shuffling closer. He stretched his body across the backseat though his feet hung off the end. She top-tailed with him, her head where his feet met the edge. He gave her a pointed look as if to say “really?” And took her hand causing her to pull it away like a ninja and make her own way to where he lay.

She rested her back very lightly on his stomach, her hair brushed to the side so that it lay across the length of his shoulders and her head facing towards the seat in front of them. She had never been this close to Lucas before, and she thought her heart might just pound out of her chest.

She could feel his warm breath on her neck, smell is cologne, feel his fingers in the tips of her hair. It was a sensory overload and she thought she might just pass out. He pulled the blanket over the two of them and Maya found herself gravitating even closer towards him (if that were possible) so that she could have as much warmth as possible. Her skin felt on fire as she nuzzled into his shoulder and then his arm was around her waist and she didn’t even try to move. Her finger found it’s way to his stomach and began tracing the lines of his abs. Her breath hitched as the grip on her waist tightened and rolled her so her head rested just under his chin, on his chest.

She felt oddly safe in his big arms, his fingers running through her wild locks. He feels kind of nervous, but he can’t help the smile when her eyes flutter and she takes a big yawn. There’s a few stars he can see out the window, and it smells kind of Smokey with a scent of cold like when your around a campfire with all your friends late at night without a care in the world. He can feel Maya’s pink nose against his bare chest, chilling him as she nuzzles further into him.

“Shortstack?”

His voice is low, almost a whisper. She hears him though, making a small whimper to let him know he had her attention.

“Do you ever think about us? You know… What we could have been if it hadn’t got this messy?”

Maya’s eyes shoot open quickly in surprise, but she covers it well by pretending to rub them.

“Well. Yeah I guess.” She shrugs her shoulders gently.

“But there’s nothing we can do now. You two are p-”

“Perfect for each other? ” he finishes her sentence and for the first time she meets her eyes with his, swallowing the familiar lump she feel emerging in her throat.

“Maya. You know me and Riley aren’t perfect for each. Just accept it. There’s someone else I like anyway.”

She turns away from him with a big sigh, replaying in her mind that hope is for suckers. “Yeah? Who might the lucky girl be?” She asks with pretend interest, tracing the lines of his torso once again.

He taps her chin lightly so her eyes are looking straight at his, nowhere to run or hide. Two souls connected with so many years of unspoken words and yet they’re barely touching, without a whisper they say thousands of pages of words with thousands of meanings. And he can’t help but lean in and press his lips against her, relishing in the chill that isn’t from the cold snow pouring outside their window.

She feels her heart stop for a second and her hands are numb and her brain frozen in place.

“Does that answer your question?” He says, cupping her face gently between his big hands, little blonde hairs entrapped in his finger tips. She’s speechless, nodding and not exactly smiling but not exactly angered.

She lays her head back on his chest and curls into him and not a word needs to be spoken for the Lucas to know what his little one’s intimacy meant. Though her heart was pounding a mile a minute, she felt tranquil, like a peace had washed over her that she didn’t recognise.

That’s how they were found in the morning by the rest of their friends, Maya curled into his side, with Lucas’ arm protecting her, light snores from the both of them. It’s safe to say it took a lot of explaining to the 57 missed calls that their friends left.

Highschool AU! Jooheon

Highschool AU for the other members ;

Shownu / Wonho / Minhyuk / Kihyun / Hyungwon / JooheonI.M


  • Active member of the Hip Hop club
  • Everyone thinks of him as really intimidating at first, especially freshmen, so they get really shocked when they get a glimpse of his true personality
  • 25% of students buy his mixtape, 75% buy the cookies and other baked goods he makes over the weekend
  • Takes music composition as his elective with Hoseok
  • Composes and writes lyrics in his free time, especially during lunch hours
  • Always forgets to eat his lunch on the rare occasion he brings one, Kihyun threatens to actually sacrifice some of his library time just so he can feed Jooheon at lunch
  • Likes to choose the songs that play before morning announcements, might even talk during the announcements if he feels up for it
  • Wears certified cool kid brand clothing like Stussy, Thrasher, Supreme
  • Also likes wearing baggy, comfortable clothing as well as hats
  • Got piercings but lowkey cried when he got them
  • Goes to church every Sundays with his mom
  • Aside from his laptop with all his compositions, he always brings around a notebook where he writes down lyrics and perhaps also lil diary entries (the main reason why no one gets to read it tbh)
  • He also brings around his waterbottle because he drinks lots of water when he’s nervous!
  • Lastly brings around a speaker that he almost always plays music from, a lot of people are afraid to tell him to tone it down especially if he’s just walking through the halls with it on but he gets embarassed and feels guilty if someone does
  • Sometimes forgets to turn off the speaker and ends up turning the volume down instead, so in class you may hear the faint sound of hip hop within his backpack
  • Encourages people to jam out with him and gets super happy if people do, hypes people up and cheers for them especially if they’re freshmen
  • Bamboozles Changkyun by raiding his locker to steal a can of Monster or Red Bull
  • Almost always has his earbuds in during class, peers think it’s a miracle that he’s not deaf yet
  • Though it is hard to get his attention if he’s jamming out to music, he usually gets pretty into it and you’d have to tap him on the shoulder or poke him repeatedly
  • Sometimes you’d have to hit him or actually yell to get his attention, his responses are usually something along the lines of “Huh? AHHH I’M SORRY!”
  • He’s a pretty smart student, but doesn’t like to confront people for help unless he’s close to them
  • Which is why he’ll rely on Kihyun for the most part
  • “Pst, Kihyun… could you help me with this question?”
  • His only visits to the library are when he’s asking Kihyun for help
  • “Heyyy Kihyun my boy :)”
  • “What do you need now?”
  • Usually completes his homework and projects, the only problem is that he leaves them behind very often so he’ll usually be like “Um, I need to go to my locker/last class/library because I left it there. Sorry aha,”
  • Likes to make raps out of material he needs to study / remember, his personal favorite is his periodic table of elements rap
  • Has a Soundcloud and other Social Media mostly for his career as an underground rapper, but he doesn’t promote it because most people know about it
  • And if they don’t his buddies, especially his best friend Gunhee (aka #GUN), advertise for him
  • Legend states that if you ask him to do aegyo he actually will

olive-basket-deactivated2016022  asked:

i really wanna hear your take on aph italy's character//buzzed about it and is so down for headcanons and commentary

Italy’s character is one I quickly related to upon first watching Hetalia (I was going through a rough time and actually felt solace in it) 

I always saw little things in Italy’s character that I could relate to and it was pretty upsetting that a lot of fans didn’t see it. 

His overall quirkiness really makes him stand out and seem really happy but I can’t help but feel it’s almost like he’s wearing a mask because his history is literally full of fighting, abandonment, abuse, and loosing people he loves 

No one ever talks about how he was the one who had to watch as his grandfather was slowly dying and he actually understood it and expressed to Holy Rome that war was only going to tear him apart, and did Holy Rome listen? No, he went off and got himself killed which gives Italy EVERY REASON TO GET OVER-ATTACHED 

The parallel of his goodbye words to Holy Rome and Germany are eerily close and you can kind of tell that he’s anxious that Germany will leave and never come back (But Germany did and it really straightened their relationship because Italy knew Germany was going to stay for sure, but that didn’t stop him from still worrying)

The dub actually covers a lot of hidden anxiety that I’m sure made its way in to the sub as well. 

The episode where Italy gets nervous that Germany will end up leaving him because Russia was cooler and less like him. He literally uses himself in comparison because he obviously doesn’t think he’s worth anything (Which i’m very glad Germany confronted him about it and promised him that their friendship will still stand, I feel like Italy really needed that) 

He has also self-depricated himself for jokes like in one of the salted salmon episodes dubbed he says something along the lines of “If you get drunk it might be easier for you to still like me” 

Italy doesn’t find himself likable. He knows Germany can make friends better than him which causes this sort of impulse to invade boundaries just to make sure people still like him.

He’s hyper aware of how ‘annoying’ he can be but can’t exactly stop his personality, he mostly does it out of instinct. He still wishes to please everyone he knows, he’s almost like a relentless pleaser. His friendship with Germany grew strong because no matter how bad Germany treated him at first Italy never left. He’s loyal as hell which is a very good trait, I almost see it as that more than he’s just annoying and won’t leave people alone, he’s scared people will leave him if he doesn’t attach himself. 

Also, in dub episode 21 of Hetalia Axis powers there was a mention that Italy was on medication and he didn’t want Germany to leave him because he could ‘feel it wearing off and it’s scary to be alone’. I know dub is necessarily canon but I like how they added it because it really does add a lot to his character to know that he is prescribed to something to help him calm down and become less anxious. 

On top on abandonment and anxiety issues there is also a present ‘Child abuse’ issue, I really do feel he has PTSD in a way, or really just a knowledge that war is damaging. 

Because he does know how to fight, he’s fought off empires just as Venice as a state 

Hima even stated that Italy is amazing with a sword (Which explains why modern war technology is difficult for him, he’s an old man) 

But he was very little at this point, he used to be so high-strung and he’s completely mellowed out now that he’s an adult simply because he knows he does not like wars, he does not want to get involved in wars, he hates fighting because he knows how damaging it can get (Holy Rome and Grandpa Rome’s deaths took a toll of him) 

(This is the only strip we have of Holy Rome’s death and it doesn’t even show Italy’s true reaction; Just him trying to process the information. France is right, he has suffered enough) 

And what I don’t get is why people insult him for it? He’s smart enough to know that war will get you no where and it’s better to stay peaceful, the whole “make pasta not war” thing still stands. 

He surrenders because he does not like fighting. 

He can fight but he doesn’t want to, he might have been more skilled in ancient times rather than modern but he still knows his way around 

And again, a lot of people don’t seem to notice this but when Italy did work for Austria, Austria did beat him up and punished him by locking him in a dark room and not feeding him. That is child abuse. 

They have a strong relationship now, like father and son, and Italy never actually saw anything wrong with how Austria raised him. 

I really hate when people compare him to his brother because Romano was completely pampered by Spain while Italy was forced to work until he drops and then Romano wonders why Italy’s apparently a “better worker than him” but that’s outside the question. 

Italy is very forgiving 

He can’t hold grudges for his life. 

He gives everyone a second chance and is determined to be friends with everyone. 

While people see that as him being naïve I see it as a deeming character trait. You have countries who have hated each other for centuries, France and England’s 100 year war, Lithuania still holds a tight grudge against Prussia. Italy has been bullied and pushed around and he still has the guts to smile at those who have hurt them and I find that absolutely astonishing. 

Not only that but he smiles in the worst of situations because he knows someone has to. 

When everything is going to shit he’s the one who sits there smiling and keeping the mood and atmosphere up when everyone can’t muster one up at all. 

And a lot of the characters take that for granted, because if Italy didn’t smile for them then who would?

Also, he’s almost sort of made himself oblivious to the insults thrown his way. 

He can literally take insults to his face from his own family and still smile through it 

His brother and other nations constantly call him stupid. Romano makes him sound like a shitty brother and the fandom takes his word for it even though Italy’s obviously trying his best to provide his brother what he needs, Romano has actually left him for America during the industrial revolution and he got left behind and had to manage by himself (Which is one of his fears) and he was still able to battle through it because i really do think he puts Romano’s happiness ahead of his own. (I can’t tell you how many fanfics I’ve seen that shit on Italy’s character to make Romano seem better in some sort of way?? I’d show you screenshots but it would insult the authors and it’s just how they choose to write Italy) 

And he does KNOW this but rarely pick fights, this is actually one of the many few pieces of art that Hima made with Italy being absolutely pissed off. 

HE DOES UNDERSTAND WHEN PEOPLE INSULT HIM, but he usually swallows it up. 

(He doesn’t even believe that he’s taller than Romano because he looks up to his brother that much) 

Over all i think he’s an amazingly in depth character that is put through so much shit and still manages to be happy for everyone that needs it even if they don’t treat him well, and a lot of other nations and even fans take that for granted. 

And it really does make me sad because he’s obviously gone through and is going through so much and people don’t even bother to notice that he’s hurting. 

Even when he says he’s nervous or afraid of being alone point blank no one notices because he’s always seen as the nation who is just fine and is always happy and smiling that they just sort of assume he’s okay even when he’s not. 

I really do love his character, he reminds me a bit of myself. 

it makes me sad when people downgrade him as stupid and useless just like some of the other nations do 

Thank you so much for asking I’m glad I could write this out! 

Reyna Writes: Four Corners, Straight Line - An ML Christmas Ficlet

For @siderealsandman. Merry Christmas~ <3


          “How did you know?”

           Chat Noir’s eyes flickered over to Marinette, who leaned against the balcony railing next to him, her gaze focused on the Parisian skyline. The moonlight complimented her, he couldn’t help but note; she was pale, her skin glowing, as if it was made up of starlight itself. She was lovely, wasn’t she?

           It was hard to remember, exactly, when these late night hangouts between them became commonplace. He had just been roaming around one night, as he tended to do when he was restless, when he had spotted her out on her balcony, gazing into the night, with something that smelled wonderful with her. Turned out they were freshly baked croissants, and Chat couldn’t stop himself from dropping in on her, though he regretted it almost immediately when she screamed in surprise and nearly hit him with the tray of croissants, sending them flying.

           The rest, one might say, was history.

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Life line

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Namjoon is walking home in the dark and he walks past a gate but he becomes caught off guard when you jump over the fence as if you were running from something. He becomes curious about you, sparking up a late night conversation with you.

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The heavy breathing, the sound of your shoes hitting the ground under you, and the cold air of the night were all things that surrounded you. You couldn’t help but get your current situation out of your head. Things seemed to be even more tough lately and you felt as if you were almost at a breaking point. As you start to snap out of your own head you look in front of you to see a gate coming up and instead of stopping you just hoped over it. Your landing was everything but graceful, falling in front of a stranger. 

“Are you alright?” He asks.

You wince, feeling a sharp pain in your ankle. Your eyes move up to the man speaking to you as he pulled one of his head phones out. His hand extends out to you to help you up.

“Me?”

“I don’t see anyone else on the ground.” He said with a laugh.

You grab his hand apologetically when you realized how sweaty you were from running. He helps pull you up. 

“Is your leg okay? I didn’t expect someone to jump out at me. Wait, you’re a fan, huh?”

You titled your head in confusion. Fan? Was this guy conceded or what?

“Uh, No. It’s not really any of your business why I was out here. No offense I mean.”

Namjoon blushes embarrassingly when his words did come off as arrogant.

“Sorry, I just assumed because I’ve been followed before.”

You look him up and down. He was wearing mostly black clothes, holding a notebook in his hand along with his phone.

“I mean, you’re hot but I can’t say I know how you are. Thanks for helping me though.” 

You turn to start running again but he stops you.

“Wait. Are you busy? I’m a singer and I write a lot for the group i’m in and I was wondering if you could take a look at it so far.”

You turn your heels back to face him. “Yeah, I guess I could. Follow me though, okay?”

Namjoon nods as you lead him up the fire escape of some place. 

“Do you live in this building?” He asked, behind you.

“Nope.” You admit.

He doesn’t seem happy about going to someone else’s building but that didn’t stop him from climbing up to the roof with you. You sit down, patting the flooring next to you. He sits down and opens the notebook he’d been carrying. He sits back as you start to analyze the words of song he’d started to write. The words on the page came off as lonely and depressing but you kept reading, noticing his focus completely on you. 

“Are these lines all true?” You ask without looking up at him. 

“Some…” He confesses. 

“I think it’s good that you’re honest but do you think you should let your fans see this part of you?”

He sighs, as if he had been contemplating the same thought.

“I figured if I was willing to vulnerable instead of always putting up this dumb tough guy face like I used to then maybe they will think it’s okay to feel this way sometimes. I want them to know that I care when they tell me how much they struggled and that we can always get passed it. Of course there are limits being an idol and all. Like right now, I could probably get in trouble being alone with you at night.”

For the first time you make eye contact with him, taking in the sight of his gorgeous brown eyes.

“So why did you come up here with me?”

Namjoon shrugs. “I really needed the second opinion.”

“I think you should do it.” You said, finally stating your conclusion. 

“But so many things could backlash from this-”

You hand his notebook back, setting it into his lap.

“But it seems to me like music is your outlet. I think the reason you have fans might be because you’re so honest and willing to express yourself in music. Life isn’t short like everyone says but if you don’t do stuff that actually means to you then becoming something as creative as an artist seems like a waste, doesn’t it?”

He seemed so enthralled by the words coming from your mouth and nods in agreement. 

“You make a pretty good point.”

You flashed him a smile. “I tend to. It’s funny how other people’s situations are so easy to solve but your own just end up confusing you.”

Namjoon scanned your face, finding a glimpse of your own unhappiness. 

“Is life being hard on you too?” He asks.

You shrug. “Maybe. Otherwise I’m looking at this all wrong…It’s kinda comforting and strange that we both feel like this.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. There are plenty of people out there struggling and I guess when I think of that my job becomes more important to me. If I can make those who are hurting just feel a little bit better then everything else doesn’t matter.”

Standing up from your spot, you reach a hand out to him this time. “Which is why you should keep doing what you love. Let’s not get you in trouble, okay?”

His hand grabs a hold of yours and the both of you climb down from the rooftop. As he lands on the ground he turns to speak to you. 

“Oh, I never asked for your na-…me….”

He begins to realize you were no longer behind him, letting out a second sigh. He’s grateful for the advice but can’t help but become more curious about the passing stranger in the night. What an odd girl you seemed to him.

Stuck Soulmate!AU - Calum 5SOS Imagine/Preference

When you were younger, you loved to sing. You sang The Wheels on The Bus for a week straight, and  absolutely nobody told you stop. They all knew that it wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t help but sing it. Whenever your soulmate had a song stuck in their head, you would sing it. This usually wasn’t a problem for you, except for the few times you would sing in the middle of a school assembly or something. As you grew up, you would sing different songs, some songs you had never heard of. And of course, your soulmate would sing the songs that were stuck in your head.

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