i think this is the last of the photos i ripped from him

Nothing More [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 6.8k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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Originally posted by progamerbyun

The rain fell just loud enough for you to hear, the skies a beautiful but somber grey and the world feeling otherwise silent. The birds weren’t chirping. The neighborhood seemed empty. It was just you. You and your empty apartment and your thoughts. The all consuming thoughts that made the silence seem so loud. His voice just kept replaying in your head, like the soundtrack to the otherwise quiet moment.

“I think she’s the one.”

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I lost my best friend today. I haven’t stopped crying. I collapsed to the floor at work when I heard the news. There’s so much I want to say but I’m currently very, very broken and distraught. Breathing is hard. Tears are streaming down my face that I can’t control. I got sent home from work early and passed out when I got home. I hoped that when I would wake up that it would all have been a nightmare, but here we are. I was supposed to be fulfilling my #1 item on my bucket list in ten days: meet linkin park. The first time I saw them was August 27th 2007 and it changed my life, actually. I was finally going to be able to tell them how I would not be here today if it weren’t for them. And that’s no exaggeration. They were/they are my everything. My favorite band since I was 8 years old. Chester has been my hero since I was 8 goddamn years old. My first tattoo was dedicated to them, lyrics that are from a song Chester wrote to his kids. I took guitar lessons as a kid for only a week or two, just so I could learn the chords to “Faint” and feel cool for a minute of my shy, dorky life. LP was one of the only music I was even allowed to listen to during a very critical and traumatizing time of my life. I spent roughly a thousand dollars to go see them twice and meet them within the coming weeks, and tbh, no amount of money coming back to me now will ever makeup for it. It’s not just a band, it’s not just music, they’ve been my lifeline. And Chester was the brother I never had, my mentor, he was my best friend. I can’t explain how deeply this is affecting me and I can’t imagine how it’s affecting his family and loved ones. The one thing I am happy about in this moment is that the very last time I saw Chester in person, it was August 16th, 2014. During the last song he came down and shook fans hands, took photos with everyone in the front row, etc. when he got to me I was sobbing and he gave me the biggest hug, and I didn’t know what to do, so I right in his ear I said “thank you for everything.” He put his hand on the back of my head into his shoulder and said “no, thank you.” He smiled at me, and walked off. (Picture above is moments before that happened) I may not have officially met him, and can’t believe that I never will in this life, but deep in my heart I’ll have comfort telling myself that he knows. How important he was/is to me and everyone who listened to LP, his family, friends, everyone. I don’t know how to handle this tbh and thank you to everyone who has reached out and thought of me, that means a lot. I don’t even know if any of this makes sense. All I know is, I miss you Chester. And I’ll be thinking of you every single day until I see you on the other side.

“When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.”

A Better Word

They say the Fair Folk give journalism majors a lot of grief.

Truths exposed in writing, forms cemented in photographs, stories stripped of flowery prose in favor of concise words. The Fair Folk generally looked down on journalism itself with disdain.

Which made one wonder who would choose to pursue this particular academic career at Elsewhere University.

Some reporters argue learning among the harshest critics on Earth would leave them more than prepared for life beyond the University. Some photographers believe this is the only place on earth to capture something truly extraordinary. Some designers heard even the programs here behave differently, and the words and photos laid out on a screen became something more on paper. Some simply hadn’t known any better.

Bernadette hadn’t known any better.

Elsewhere was affordable, the journalism program seemed decent enough. She liked writing, but did not enjoy chasing victims of the Fair Folk people down for interviews. She liked photography, but knew her writing skills were stronger. So she fell in an unlikely place, a copy editor for the student newspaper. Well, one of. There were many papers, and she’d nearly joined the most prominent one. But the students who worked for it all shared the same bright green eyes, and the rest of the University seemed to avoid that paper like the plague.

Still, she needed experience to graduate in this field, right? Maybe they got a group discount on colored contacts, who knows. People in college are weird like that.

An upperclassman had saved her from venturing too close to THAT paper. He realized she had no salt, no iron, no idea what she had enrolled into. But, like finding her niche, she adapted. Survived her first year without tragedy. (The same could not be said for Sherry from across the hall. One of the Fair Folk had complimented her eyes, and asked if she could have them. Sherry, who hadn’t known any better, jokingly said sure. It’s been months since anyone’s seen Sherry.)

For the most part, the Fair Folk did not venture close to the newsroom. The room itself had been smartly moved the moment time began to behave differently. It was now just a cramped, previously vacant classroom, but with lots of windows. Access to the outside world seemed to weaken the chance of a space being manipulated by time. 

Or maybe that was a comforting lie.

It was a lazy Saturday, salt lines had been neglected and Bernadette was alone when one of the Fair Folk waltzed inside. Silver nitrate burns on her hands betrayed him immediately. His hair was was a dark, voracious black that seemed to leach color from the world around it. His razor-sharp smile held too many teeth. His skin seemed almost translucent.

      “What are you working on?”

A voice that seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere. Bernadette hadn’t given him more than a cursory glance before returning to the story on the screen. If she was afraid, she didn’t show it.

      “Editing a story.”

      “Chopping up pretty words in favor of boring ones?”

She smirked, adding punctuation to a sentence.

“I like to think of it as finding the best words. No sense in having a bunch of empty, meandering words when you can sum them up with one. For instance, I hate the word ‘very.’ It tells me there’s a better word, but the author hasn’t thought of it.”

The boy hummed at this, an unnerving sound, mulling it over.

      “So what if I told you I find this very boring?”

      “I’d say I’m sorry you find it dull.” 

His head tilted with mild interest. It then turned to sniff at her messenger bag, disgust showing at his inability to open it. She had always been particularly careful about her sigils and rowan. Bernadette hadn’t missed this display, tugging the bag out of arm’s reach before slipping a hand inside. Wordlessly, the boy was handed two sealed pads of butter. It was always good to have butter or cream on hand, in case you were taken. Some Fae found stealing humans more fun than actually keeping them and, in such a case, freedom could be easily bought. 

The boy grinned, ripping off the seals and lapping it up like a ravenous dog, teeth razor sharp and dripping. All the while, Bernadette kept editing the story. When every last molecule of butter was gone, he tossed the packs over his shoulder, turning full attention back to her.

      “What if I said I’m very tired?”

      “Exhausted.”

      “Very hungry.”

      “Starving.”

      “Very happy.”

      “Overjoyed.”

      “Very pretty.”

      “Beautiful.”

The boy threw his head back and laughed, sounding like a chorus of the damned, far too many sharpened teeth glinting in the afternoon sun.

      “Perhaps this isn’t so dull. What’s your name?”

      “Timmy,” Bernadette answered without skipping a beat. His grin widened.

      “No, it’s not. I bet Timmy is that reporter you don’t like. You’d be very mean to give me his name.”

She grinned in return, not at all fazed he knew there was someone here she loathed. The Fair Folk always knew something about something.

       “I can be devious sometimes.”

He laughed even harder, the room seeming to shake with the thunderous sound.

      “What did Timmy do?”

She scowled.

      “He’s a narcissist and a douchebag. Timmy encouraged one of our first-year photographers to capture Genevieve on camera for his story, and we haven’t seen the photographer since.”

The boy whistled, every gap of razor teeth producing a different tone. Her days of playing clarinet had long since passed, but she could have sworn every tone was sharp.

      “Genevieve does not like cameras. But she loves names. Perhaps a trade…”


Four days later, Timmy vanished, and Bernadette opened her dorm room to find the photographer on her futon, paper white and shoveling ramen noodles like he hadn't​ eaten for week. Knowing how obscure time can be in Elsewhere, it definitely could have been a week. His hair now turns green on Tuesdays and bank holidays, but he’s otherwise no worse for wear. And his hands are always burned. Always.

Every once in a while, when the salt lines are neglected, the boy with many voices returns. He has new phrases for her to deconstruct every time.

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phil’s been grumpy & having an attitude all day so dan wears really pretty short black lacy rompers that shows his bum perfectly and phil is drooling but dan walks around and is all “nah don’t touch me” and teases but never gives in until phil just looses it and rips it off of him and fucks him on the nearest surface until he couldn’t walk the next morning

I’m so sorry this took so long but it’s done! These are the pair I wrote him in, if you’re interested. Also I threw in some dirty talk for good luck.

Phil’s been in a mood all morning and frankly, Dan’s over it. He could tell it was going to be one of these seasonal Grumpy Phil days from the moment the older boy woke up. Dan was already down in the kitchen making his first of many coffees when Phil came padding down the stairs, looking like a hurricane had taken him during the night; black hair mussed up in a sort-of quiff, glasses askew, and a face like thunder. Dan’s greatest fear was confirmed when he had handed Phil his mug of coffee and hadn’t received his usual kiss of thanks, but instead a vague grunt. He’d then just shuffled into the lounge and collapsed onto the couch, and when Dan asked if he wanted to watch the new Attack on Titan episode he’d just grumbled a ‘sure, whatever’.

It’s not that Phil is particularly nasty when he’s in these moods – not like Dan, who can make you cry with one look when he’s shitty – but he’s just no fun. He just sulks quietly to himself for a day or so before bouncing back to his energetic self as if nothing happened. Admittedly, Dan thought it was horrifically cute the first few times it happened, cooing over Phil’s jutted bottom lip and furrowed eyebrows. But they’ve been together near on eight years now and Dan still hasn’t figured out what puts Phil in this mood or how to get him out of it, and that’s probably the most frustrating part of it all.

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for you pt. 7 [m]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy!Taehyung, angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Originally posted by vminv


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Six Months Later

You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.

You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.

And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.

You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.

Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.

You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.

He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.

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Protective | archie andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ ‘whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

//

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

//

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

“if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,429

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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Dearest // Jughead Smut

Summary: Jughead and Reader have been dating secretly for a while. They spend so much time together with both contributing to the Blue and Gold. Betty however has shifted her feelings from Archie to Jughead and that causes Reader to relapse but Jughead helps to show that he loved only the reader.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Veronica Lodge

Words: 3146

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Please read with caution, look at the warnings please.

Warnings: Swearing, self-doubt, self-harm, angst, fluff and SMUT

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I struggled with the self harm in this so I’m pretty sure this is the last and only time I will write about self harm. I took a long time to write that scene and I’m sitting here nearly hyperventilating from the urge. If you do self-harm please get help. PLEASE!

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Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Jughead Jones was an observant person when it came to Riverdale because he was an aspiring author and with his crime novel he was even more. Jughead and you were a couple that recently got together and the relationship was amazing to be honest. It was natural and easy with him from going from friends to more. You had maybe been together a month or so and keeping it low-key because it was new and special.

You shared everything but one minor detail was kept from him on your part since it was in the past and you didn’t want to hurt him. He meant the world to you but you didn’t want to bring up that you were recovering from a bad addiction. You no longer gave in as you began to do photography when Jughead joined the Blue and Gold; you joined at his request to do images.

Betty had been in the corner on the phone as Jughead got to his feet pressing a kiss to you cheek muttering about grabbing lunch for both of you. You smiled.

“Can you get me a water?” You asked him.

“Sure. I’ll be back in ten minutes, keep my spot warm.” Jughead said backing out of the room.

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bts’ reaction to you being blindfolded and handcuffed.

-requested by anon

Your S/O other has been working from early in the morning to late at night. The sexual tension has been lingering around you all day. You put on your sexiest set of lingerie. Blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed you patiently waited for your love
r.

Yo
ongi
Yoongi had been working on their new album all day and couldn’t wait to snuggle up in bed. He would slowly open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible expecting you to be asleep. “Daddy?? Is that you?” He turned on the light and cursed at the sight of you.

“Holy shit.. Jagi.. You look so good. I’m gonna make you feel like a princess tonight.”

Namjo
on
Namjoon wouldnt be suprised to see you handcuffed and blindfolded because he was probably the one who bought all those props for you. He’d simply say. “Jagiya, have you been waiting for me?” All it took for him was a simple nod. Not even 2 seconds later you’d feel the vibration of a toy being pressed against your clothed clit.

Se
okjin
He would be standing in awe. You were starting to think he wasn’t even in the same room due to the immense silence but soon you felt 2 hands wrapping around your waist and his boner poking against your vagina and you knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

“Baby, you’re going to feel so good tonight”

Jim
in
You would hear the bedroom door being closed and the light being flicked on. You spread your legs embracing yourself for whatever was going to happen. You felt Jimin hovering above you. His deep soft voice whispering in your ear sent goosebumps down your body.

“Hmm.. baby. Have you been waiting for my cock all day? You’re gonna want to see my while I pound into you.”

Taehyu
ng
He would gently lay down next you on his side. He would start kissing your neck, leaving hickeys and love bites everywhere. He would slowly and teasingly take of your blindfold. Being greeted by his eyes full of lust his hand would move down from your breasts to your vagina. He’d slide his hand down your panties and start fingering you passionately.

Jun
gkook
Jungkook would already be expecting sex as soon as he walked into the room because of the sexy nude photos you had been sending him all day, including videos of you touching yourself moaning out his name and other various petnames.

“Got all dressed up and kinky for me? You wont be able to last tied up, you can’t keep your hands of me.”

Hose
ok
Hoseok would get all dominant and kinky. You’d hear him unbuckle his belt and he’d take of your lingerie. Untying you and ripping of your blindfold pulling you from the bed and placing you on your knees.

“Open your mouth baby girl, I want you to suck on daddy’s cock.”

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where MC accidentally destroys something really important to the RFA+Saeran? With a lot of angst if you can

Honestly, they wouldn’t be all too upset with MC even if it was reaaally important—she’s more important to them, after all. Still, I did serve some angst here and there for ya. :^) It amuses me how the scenario varies so much though LOL anyway I’ll consider uploading a second post to show what happened after the worst ones.

Dedicated to @olivineonyx because I want to make you cry (only a bit) on your birthday :^) Thank you for always being such a joy to talk to—even though I reply slowly at times. And thank you for supporting our work all throughout these months ^~^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 19/30

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MC Breaks Something Important to RFA [1]

Yoosung

| Warning: Angst, Heartbreak, Mentions of Death

  • There was a corner in the house that Yoosung had always warned you not to go near.
  • He was so scarily protective about that area that his personality could take a 180 degree turn as soon as you ever mentioned it. You could be laying in his arms, watching a movie together while cooing sweet nothings to each other… but as soon as you tried to take advantage of the moment to ask about that corner, his eyes would turn cold.
  • The first couple times that you had tried asking, he would give you puppy eyes, asking you in a sad tone, “Do you not trust me…?” to which you could never talk back against, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But as you persisted throughout the 2 years you’ve spent with him, he gave up on that act, and expressed how he really felt instead.
  • Now, when you asked about it, he would only stare at you, cocking his head upward slightly as if to challenge you. “MC, haven’t you already asked hundreds of times already? Can’t you respect my privacy? We’re in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean we have to know everything about each other,” he’d answer coolly.
  • You couldn’t understand why he was so uptight about it. So, one day, while he was away visiting a friend, you decided to search that area—it couldn’t hurt, right? You would put everything back anyway.
  • You knelt in front of the drawers, a determined look on your face. You had several hours before Yoosung was home, and you would clean it all up soon. When you opened the drawers… nothing seemed to really jump at you. There were only photo albums.
  • A smile tugged at your face as you reached for the album, wondering if there were really embarrassing photos hidden there that he didn’t want you to see.
  • But even as you opened it, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was weird. Why would he be this upset about mere photos? Besides, wouldn’t he have thrown them away if that were the case?
  • When your eyes fell upon the first photo, it took your breath away.
  • No wonder.
  • Rika was smiling in the photo, looking ever so innocent and joyful. Your fingers began to tremble as you turned the page, only to feel even more dread pile up in your heart. There weren’t only photos, but handwritten pages as well.
  • As you read the words, you realized how much love was poured into them. Yoosung Kim loved Rika more than a cousin, and these pages were the living proof of that.
  • Confusion tore your heart—why would he hide this, if he loved you? Wouldn’t he have told you…? Unless… he still loved her.
  • You quickly shut the book, but unbeknownst to you, a page was torn in the process…
  • As you had promised yourself, you put everything back in its place, and Yoosung didn’t notice that you had touched it, either. The only giveaway hints were that you would shy away from his touch from time to time, but it was so subtle, nobody would be able to tell.
  • It was weeks later, early in the morning at 4:30AM when Yoosung abruptly awoke you from your slumber, his eyes a stormy basil.
  • His voice was low and controlled as he asked you, “Did you touch those drawers?”
  • You didn’t answer him, still dazed from sleep, but a million thoughts flew through your mind. How did he know?
  • “I said, did you touch those drawers?” he repeated himself, his tone harsher this time.
  • When you failed to answer again, he held up the album you had opened, revealing the ripped page.
  • “I would never be so careless to rip something so important to me. And you’re the only other person in our apartment,” he drawled, his gaze cold as he looked down at you, “I never should have trusted you.”
  • His words stung, and it woke you up, hurt and betrayal swelling in your chest. “I’m not the one who stayed in a relationship for 2 goddamn years while my heart belonged to someone else! God, Yoosung, RIKA IS DEAD, can’t you accept that?! Why do you still care so much about her? Why? Why, when you have me by your side.”
  • He didn’t answer, nor did his glare falter.
  • I’m the one you’ve woken up with everyday, I’m the one who’s cooked all those meals for you, I’m the one who’s spent all this time with you for the past TWO years now. Why are you still thinking about her?!” you screamed at him, shoving him in the chest.
  • “Then leave,” he said coldly, “If you know that I don’t love you, then leave.”
  • He didn’t give you time to respond before he walked out of the room, and you eventually heard the sound of the front door slamming shut as well.
  • Your breath caught in your throat. Was he really willing to throw away everything—the bond you’ve built, the feelings you’ve accumulated, the experiences you’ve shared… because of one thing?
  • But then again… if he’s actually been in love with her all this time… was any of that even real? Had he been insincere about everything this entire time?
  • You felt dizzy with these thoughts.
  • You had given everything to him… Your time, your love, your care… He’s seen every part of your body and learned all your secrets, and you swore you two were truly in love and that you would marry someday… Had it all been in your head?
  • The dizziness only worsened, and you staggered on your feet, heading to the kitchen—the kitchen where Yoosung had always snuck up behind you while you cooked, the kitchen where the two of you had eaten together everyday…
  • Before you knew it, you had a knife in your hand and—
  • To be continued: [Here]

Jumin

  • You were the clumsy type.
  • Well, maybe not exactly, but in Jumin’s house, you often found yourself breaking one thing after the other. His house was huge, but he would always receive so many gifts from business partners and coworkers alike that he didn’t always have a place for them, often cluttering tabletops and drawers.
  • He never got upset when you broke things, only ever chuckling and pinching your cheek and calling you clumsy… so when you knocked down a snow globe while digging through his closet drawer, you hadn’t expected him to get too mad either.
  • When he returned home that day, you brought it to his attention immediately like you always did. His reaction was different than you expected, though.
  • Jumin’s eyes widened as soon as the word ‘snow globe’ had passed through your lips, and his lips tugged downward after hearing the full story. Through gritted teeth, he quietly told you, “Please don’t go through my belongings like that again.”
  • You didn’t think too much of it, but you figured the snow globe must’ve been really important to him, so you did try to make it up to him…
  • That night, as you were falling asleep, you heard Jumin sighing heavily beside you, seated on the edge of the bed as he held the snow globe in hand.
  • “Even this… the last thing you gifted me is broken, Jihyun,” he murmured softly, “I wonder if every trace of you will end up disappearing like this…”
  • You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, feeling sorry that you had broken something so important to Jumin… He didn’t even get mad at you…
  • His warm fingers brushed against your cheek, a thumb wiping away your tears.
  • “Don’t cry, my love,” he said tenderly, turning off the light on his bedside table and snuggling next to you. “Please don’t cry…”
  • His soothing voice lulled you to sleep, the guilt that washed over you following you into your dreams…

707

  • You were playing another round of hide-and-seek, and you chose to dive under the desk of his computer this time, thinking he’d never suspect you to hide there. Normally, you hid everywhere but his office, after all…
  • As you huddled in the shadows, you noticed several papers seeped under the desk drawer, almost hidden out of sight. With a finger, you carefully slid it out, and you almost gasped in shock as you realized what it was.
  • He was still doing missions for Vanderwood.
  • That much was obvious from the details of the file. But you thought he had quit…?
  • When you started dating, Seven told you that the agency was finally letting him go… so why was this here?
  • You shook your head. No, he wouldn’t lie to you. Maybe the file was old.
  • You opened the folder, squinting to read the words in the dark room, the only light coming from the half-open door. The file dated back to last year. What a relief…
  • But as you skimmed over the contents, your heart dropped again.
  • In exchange for permitting Agent 707’s leave, the final mission….break into C&R files….client demanded its bankruptcy…’
  • You swallowed hard. This was the price of your relationship…? Betraying Jumin and Jaehee’s trust…
  • Clearly, Seven had taken it as slow as possible, but this time also allowed for the bond between them to deepen, and he’d earned more and more of their trust. You knew that Seven already had access to several files and accounts associated with the C&R, but you hadn’t realized that his willingness to help had stemmed from this.
  • “I found you~” His cheery voice was close, and you noticed he was beside you. You quickly ripped the file, as it was all you could think of doing in that moment. He knelt down, but the large grin on his face disappeared as soon as he saw the torn sheets in your hands.
  • His eyes lost their playful gleam, and he suddenly sat cross-legged. It was completely silent for a few moments.
  • “MC,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”
  • “…Why are you doing this?”
  • His response came in a flash. “Because I love you! I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose the only happiness I’ve found after all these years… please, you have to understand,” he was whimpering, “I’d do anything to be with you… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to them, but I wanted to be selfish for once…”
  • Your heart broke in two at the expression on his face—desperation, sorrow, regret and pain… You could see that much. And you knew you forgave him, because you loved him too.
  • “But you can’t do this… you can’t just hurt our friends like this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disapproval. “I want to be with you, too, and I love you, but I don’t want our friends to pay the price.”
  • He sighed, looking down. “Okay… I’ll find a way. I promise.”
  • You crawled out from your hiding place and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly to let him know it would be okay.

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CAN I PLEASE JUST HAVE SOME BATFAM THINGS THAT INCLUDE KATE KANE AND TERRY MCGINNIS PLEASE

Like honestly I’ve been reading a lot of batfam fics recently and I always get sad when Kate Kane and Terry aren’t in them. BB was my fave series and I just!!

I want a fic where the Justice League (or Young Justice, maybe all of them together) decide to have a cookout because they’re fun and everyone deserves a break once in a while

They meet Batman’s family, and are like “Bruce when did you have time to adopt so many kids” because like

Dick is casually walking on his hands and Jason is slowly getting more annoyed that he can’t stay up as long as Dick can, and Damian and Tim are just at each other’s throats because “for the last time Damian, I am not going to send Aquaman into the Phantom Zone because 1) I physically cannot do that and 2) just because he talks to fish doesn’t make him the harbinger of the apocalypse”

Steph and Barbara are casually filming the entire thing and Alfred just makes sure nothing gets broken

And Duke and Harper have fun pranking everyone and Cassandra makes sure everyone is having fun in that eerily quiet way of hers (”Bruce Cassandra just smashed a hotdog onto my plate” “Just eat it Diana” “Bruce i’m vegetarian” “Well that’s your own fault indulge my daughter”)

Kate Kane is there an totally strikes up a conversation with Wonder Woman and she’s just the Cool Wine Aunt who tries to help Jason pick up girls and generally helping her nieces and nephews with pranks (”Kate I thought I said you could not give Damian a grappling hook for his birthday” “Why not? He loves it!” “Because he used it to swipe food off the dinner table and Jason convinced Dick that he could use it to reenact Sia’s Chandelier” “Ooh I wish I could have seen that” “I got him to do Wrecking Ball and the chandelier fell wanna see the video?” “Not helping, Jason.”)

And the Young Justice team thinks it’s so cool that Dick and Tim have all these siblings who fight crime too and try to rope them into joining until Jason is just like “Listen I died last time we went on patrol” “Jason you ripped your pants on a fence trying to one-up Damian in parkour skills” “Shut up Dick I’ll replace you with BatCow on the next patrol”

And suddenly the pictures are being passed around and everyone is cooing over how cute Damian was or puzzled over why there’s a selfie of Stephanie and Tim when Dick is in the background trying to keep a set of curtains from completely catching fire and yelling at Jason, until suddenly, they come to a photo of Batman Beyond

Green Arrow asks who it is and Batman answers with the most serious face:

“That’s my half-clone and biological son Terry. He pops in from the future from time to time.”

And then they actually get the chance to meet Terry somehow and everyone is baffled because they all thought Damian was the only biological kid Bruce had, but here’s Terry just lounging in the living room wearing his Beyond suit and complaining about the Bachelor while eating ice cream straight out of the carton because “This is entertainment?? Come on, we all know Vanessa can do better than Sean, he’s not even cute!” and just generally being confused about this timeline and saying how everything is “So Schway” and of course the brothers retaliate with “Oh my god, Terry stop trying to make schway happen, it’s not gonna happen”

It’s all just a chaotic confusing mess and Wally couldn’t be happier because he thought his family was a mess, what with all the time paradoxes and time traveling and just being very bad at not running into your other family member with super speed

slightlied  asked:

hi spooks!! viktuuri high fives for the touch prompts? i just think that's so??? Hilarious??? *morooka voice* and here we have the most romantic lovers to ever grace the ice executing a..............high five

I…might have gone in a slightly different direction with this???? oops. 


Katsuki and Best Friend Coach Victor Nikiforov to remain Coach and Student as Nikiforov Returns to Skating

Nikiforov shocked the skating world when he abruptly retired earlier this year and moved to Japan to coach Katsuki Yuuri. Their hug at the Cup of China made waves in the skating community—showcasing a deep affection between two friends. Two very good friends. Definitely just friends. No one is quite as skeptical of Nikiforov’s decision now that Katsuki’s broken his coach’s record and taken home silver.

At the press conference after the medal ceremony, Nikiforov expressed his desire to return to the ice while remaining Katsuki’s coach…

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“I’m suing them for libel.” Victor would rip the paper in half but he needs to make sure he can still read the columnist’s name so he can savage them over the phone. And television. And Twitter—especially Twitter. “Did they not see my ring?”

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Six Weeks (M)

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Word Count: 4.8k

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Warning(s): Sexting, Masturbation, other smutty stuff

Based off the drabble game request: “God, you smell so good”

A/N: I hope this keeps you guys entertained while I work on La douleur exquise! Please be patient with me on that since school is starting tomorrow for me ufgisbdks. Also thank you @jiminniemouse for proofreading this and not judging me on my pervy mind. Enjoy!

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Kiss Me, Not Them

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Requested: Anonymous asked: Hi Can I request an imagine with yoongi where the reader is both happy that bts won the BBMAs but also sad that Yoongi saw a lot of pretty women and one even kissed his cheeks. ( I shortened this ask sorry!)

Summary: You may be too ill to go to the BBMAs but you’re not too ill to get annoyed at your boyfriend

Genre: fluff, slight angst, BBMAs au

Length: 0.8k

A/N: never let the bbmas au die

Originally posted by jjks

A sneeze ripped through your body, as you went back to sniffing watching the television with a proud smile as BTS were finally shown on the screen, you clapped your hands so overjoyed as he scraped by with any questions Namjoon would translate for the group; your late night English lesson seemed to have helped him stay calm, the boys now answering interviews as the award show had finished.

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You Will Be Found

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Evil Vampire

Length: 3141+ words

TW: Injuries, Torture, Abandonment, Blood, Child Abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry this was posted so late. And gosh, @dreamin-of-somewhere-else​ I’m so sorry I messed up my last post (I wrote 3000 Follower Challenge instead of 2000 Follower Challenge). My head is not screwed on properly, so I apologize for that. Congratulations on 2000 Followers though, boo! You deserve them all, and MUCH MORE 😘

A/N 2: I didn’t specify the reader’s age, but my mind (for some reason) was thinking 11. I don’t know why, but it’s 11. But honestly, it can be any school age. Did I steal the title from Dear Evan Hansen? You bet I did. Forgive me if there are any mistakes, I’m working at 40% capacity right. 

Prompt:“Oh, darling, you’re so broken and nobody notices.”

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


“A kidnapping?” Dean asked with a raised brow. “We don’t deal with that shit.”

Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He summarized the news article aloud. “The man and woman’s blood was drained, the child nowhere to be seen-”

“Yea. Sounds like a regular kidnapping.”

“Their blood was drained, Dean,” Sam said, sounding exasperated for having to repeat the details.

“What do vampires want with a girl?”

“That’s what we have to figure out.”

The boys packed up their bags, and made their way to Indiana.

“I’ve called the deputy,” Sam said. “They’re gonna meet us at her house,” Sam informed his brother, pulling up the case file on his laptop. “Dad was never in the picture, mom died of cancer three years ago. She’s living with her aunt and uncle from the mom’s side. Wai- Wh- Dean…” Sam paused, jaw slacked. “Her birth certificate… Legally her name is Y/N Winchester-L/N.”

“What?!” the eldest Winchester exclaimed. “Th-That must be a coincidence… Right? I-I mean maybe it’s someone who shares the same last name-”

“And got kidnapped by something that went bump in the night? What are the chances?”

“They must’ve gotten it wrong- gotten the wrong Winchester or something.”

“Maybe.” Sam chewed on his bottom lip, a telltale sign of his unease.

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princess [draco malfoy]

request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:

word count: ~3700

a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3

summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)

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sobrevivendoumadietaus  asked:

Hello there, Mallu here. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you have any headcanon on both Sirius/Remus raising Harry. Please? ♡

Hiii! Sorry that this is so so late, but I have so many headcannons on this!

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- Of course at first it was so difficult and heart breaking that Remus and Sirius had to raise Harry

- In the beginning when Lily and James were still alive, Remus would do everything he could to avoid holding Harry or having any type of interaction with him

- Not because he didn’t love him, he did! So so much!

- He was just an awkward bean who didn’t know how to react around a child.

- When he did have to hold him or talk to him, he’d always act as if he was talking to an adult who understood

- “So … what did you think of the hypothesis that Martha Carrington proposed on the use of Devil Snare dew droplets to heal burn marks caused by fiendfyre?” *gurgles* “That’s an excellent point, Harry.”

- Sirius was the complete opposite.

- He wanted to be holding Harry 24/7 - to the point he practically moved in with Lily and James just so he could play with him on demand.

- He would always use a baby voice to talk to him and pretend he knew exactly what the baby was saying back.

- “Goo goo gaa gaa Harry!” 
“*Gurgles*” 
“He said he likes me more than you, Prongs!” 
“That’s blasphemy! You tell him you don’t, Harry!” 
“*Gurgles*” 
“He said you suck, Prongsy old chap!” 
“*Gasps* I can’t believe my own son would say this!” 

- Sirius always tried to get Harry to say “Padfoot” and bet James that that would be his first word.

- Imagine his shock, annoyance, yet pure joy when his first word turned out to be “Moony”

- But after James and Lily died, their roles almost became reverse.

- At first, Remus was always holding Harry.

- It was like he was too afraid to put him down.

- Sirius became a little distant. 

- He knew he was a great godfather, but to suddenly have to be a parent?

- It was nearly too much.

- But they soon settled into parenthood and took to it like a house on fire.

- Every bedtime, the three of them would climb into Harry’s bed - Harry under the duvet and tucked into Remus side, and Padfoot curled up at the bottom of the bed by his feet.

- Remus would read both his boys a bedtime story until Harry fell asleep, then he’d go downstairs and tidy up the mess of the house and wait for Sirius to sneak out without waking Harry

- Every Sunday, the three of them would go out on a walk along the meadow near the small cottage they lived to stretch their legs, let Padfoot have a run, and to just generally get away from reality for a few hours.

- After the walk, they would apparate to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour to treat Harry to a chocolate and raspberry flavoured sundae with chopped nuts just because.

- Harry definitely developed his Fathers Marauding skills and would constantly push the boundaries to see what he could get away with and couldn’t

- And lets be honest, there wasn’t much he couldn’t get away with.

- The three of them would pretend that Remus was the strict parent, but he was just as bad as Sirius for letting Harry get away with shit.

- They used to have pranking wars between them.

- Sirius and Harry would team up and prank Remus with silly ideas like a bucket of water over the door that falls off and soaks him when he walks through

- Then Remus and Harry would team up and prank Sirius with much more elaborate plans like hexing the bathroom mirror to sing off key Elton John song’s every time Sirius has a shower.

- Harry absolutely loved living with his uncles, but still always asked about his Mum and Dad and what they were like.

- At first, Remus and Sirius were too sad to talk about them, but soon realised that Harry needed to hear about them constantly so he’d never forget them.

- One afternoon when Harry was five, the three of them built a pillow fort in the living room and curled up together looking through photo albums that Remus had made and some photo albums that were salvaged from the Potter household.

- They didn’t have many photos of Lily when she was a child (because even though they asked Petunia for them, she out right refused to give them), but they had plenty of her from Hogwarts since she and Remus were best friend’s since first year.

- Harry asked loads of questions, and Sirius and Remus (with watery eyes) answered every one.

- Then they turned the page to the last photo that was taken of them.

- “Look! It’s me!” Harry exclaimed, looking down at the photo of his parents holding him as a baby, kissing his cheeks and smiling brightly.

- That’s when Harry burst out crying and Remus and Sirius joined him. 

- They snuggled up to Harry and pulled a blanket around them and fell asleep knowing that Lily and James would be watching over them.

-  Sometimes when Sirius and Remus were going to bed, they would hear Harry talking to himself in his room. 

- They would push the door open slightly and see he was sat on his window seat staring out the window telling Lily and James all about his day and how they were all doing okay, and how he would look after his Padda and Moony.

- Those nights they would wonder how the two of them managed to raise such a sweet and caring boy, and would happily cry themselves to sleep.

- When it was the full moon, Harry would spend the night at Molly Weasley’s playing with his best friend Ron. 

- Harry knew all about Remus being a werewolf since he was little and had a little wolfie teddy bear that he had since birth (as well as a doe, stag and dog teddy bear.)

- ((Padfoot ripped the head off the rat teddy bear he had after the Potters were killed))

- Harry would always tell Remus before he left for the Weasley’s that he was going to take good care of wolfie so Remus was going to be taken care of too.

- The morning’s after the full moon when Harry came back, he would always carefully climb up on the bed and boop Remus on the nose to wake him up with a bright smile and a cuddle.

- Sirius would follow in with a breakfast tray full of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.

- They would get under the covers and eat in bed whilst Harry told them all about his time at the Weasley’s.

- Although they wished for Lily and James to be there, they were family and they all loved each other very much.


I’m gonna stop now cause I could go on forever. I love Raising Harry!au <3

13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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Bloody Mikaelson’s - Kol x Reader

Originally posted by lovekolmikaelsonstuff

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Prompt: Kol is jealous about you being affectionate with everyone but him. He decides to tag along when you go shopping to try and get you to like him more. Fluff and confessions ensue!

Warning: Smut (?)

ENJOY!!

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You sat down next to Niklaus on the sleek leather couch, phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. As you lent against him, his arm automatically wrapped around your shoulders. You and Klaus were best friends, the kinda of friends that spoon at night and talk about relationship problems. You sighed contently as you sipped your coffee. Despite his psychotic tendencies Niklaus was the biggest cuddle whore ever.

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