i totally asked the person who caught this if i could take this picture

@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??


Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.


“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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“New Kind of Love” Part 1

                                        ❝Risky Business❞

Summary: (Modern Day AU) Bucky Barnes is just another frat boy, with great looks to serve and a carefree vibe. And you’re just another good girl, with good grades and pastel pink vibes. How could two people be so different, yet perfect for each other?

Prompt: You’re my crush and you came over to my dorm with your friend. In the middle of the visit, I realize you were flirting with me. At the end of the visit, I realize you’re flirting with me to make your crush jealous | AU

Pairing: frat boy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: none for now

Author’s Note: new fic!!! finally, i got some time to put this thought together, although i’m posting the intro, this fic won’t be updated as frequently, since i have my midterms exams are coming up. so don’t ask for updates, please. taglist is open! 

special shoutout to, Carolina (@sanjariti) for helping me edit this, you’re the best, wifey <3 also, thanks to my sweet summer child, Ari (@whyisbuckyso) for coming up with a decent summary ily 

‘New Kind of Love’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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“I thought you said you didn’t want to come here,” Your dorm roommate, Wanda teased you as she dropped down on the couch you were sitting on. She must have caught you bobbing your head to the rhythm of whatever music that’s been blasting through the room. She sat so close to you, you could smell the stench of alcohol and sweat oozing from her body. But maybe it’s not her, just the air in this frat house. Her tight dress showed off all her best assets, and best thing is she wasn’t even shy. Wanda rests her head on the armrest of the couch, her exposed neck showcasing the dragon tattoo inked over the skin.

“No, that’s not what I said,” you defended yourself, looking at her.

“I couldn’t wipe that fucking frown off your face until I promised to help you clean the room.” She said, yet again teasing you.

“Technically, it was a bribe.”

“Which you took,” she was fast on the reply, smirking lazily.

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the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues.

one | two (THIS ONE!) | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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My angels - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: My angels

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine being one of Victoria Secret’s angels and are married to Jensen. Jared, Misha and the fans tease him about being jealous and he plays along but truth is he’s very proud of you and your career. However, at some point you stop doing shows and photoshoots, and all the teasing stops, making the fans wonder if Jensen was really jealous and you stopped for him. Only to later find out through a photo that the reason you stopped was because you’re pregnant with your first child.

“I’m- I’m guessing it’s a thing anymore, right?” Ellen chucked, looking at the three men as they all nodded their heads.

“Oh yeah, hunting monsters, saving people, teasing Jensen about (Y/n), the family business!” Jensen joked with a grin as Jared, Misha and Ellen laughed.

“They do love to point out you being jealous over your wife, right?” she asked and they all gave a subtle nod “She, for those of you who don’t know, although I don’t think there I a person who might not have seen some poster of her or even some catwalk, uhm she is a an angel of Victoria Secret’s, one of their top ones for very long actually.”

“She’s their best one!” Jared said proudly “But I’ll leave out any details about how good she looks in those underwear because Jensen’s sitting next to me.” he snickered and Misha grinned.

“Oh I dare you to go into detail Padalecki! Mind you, your wife is watching!” Jensen pointed out and Jared laughed more, going on with their small game of “jealous Jensen” that it’s been a while since they last played.

“I mean Misha could too! It’s not like he didn’t see it, or you can ask about a couple thousand other men, I’m sure she doesn’t go unnoticed in any of the shows!” he laughed, as Misha nodded his head in agreement, and Jensen grinned but he tried to fight his smile and put on a frown and almost jealous look.

“Excuse me? You two really seem to be paying attention to her in the shows, aren’t ya?”

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x

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You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.

“Y/N.”

After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”

“7?”

He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”

“No!”

Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
a
After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”

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It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

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I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

Bodyguard! Park Woojin

Masterlist can be found (here)

Genre: fluff, lots & lots of fluff
Warning: This is half actual writing/half crack lol 
Based off: this list of prompts
A/N: Dedicating this to @woojiniee who was probs the first woojin stan I met on this site? She is the cutest y’all so make sure to check her fics out! My next fic as requested by Dain (when both fluff writers are writing angst heh) would be an angst so here’s some cute fluff to counter that first!  

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

  • You were the heiress to one of the largest companies in South Korea
  • Your father was the owner of various transportation companies while your mother was a model turned fashion designer of an extremely successful clothing line
  • Since young, you had a lot of exposure to the public as you were the only daughter of your family
  • Many wondered if you would take after your mother whom you inherited your looks from so you were used to attending events and stuff
  • But it went too far when journalists started stalking you that your dad started hiring bodyguards
  • NGL you hated your bodyguards with a passion
  • The bulky and muscular men were always emotionless and never giving you space like bRO
  • They wouldn’t even let you use the bathroom in peace ffs
  • Sure it was their job but it wouldn’t hurt if they could give you a proper reply when you ask them how was their day rather than just grunt and then whip out to speak on the walkie talkie 
  • Or how would they literally follow you everywhere and even go as far as to make sure your friends weren’t secretly enemies by harassing them
  • Let’s just say that it made you lose a lot of friends as result
  • They were uncomfortable and you would always tell your father that if he hired you a bodyguard, at least get one with a personality
  • Your father would shoot back, telling you they were meant to protect you and not to entertain you
  • That was how you develop a streak of running away from your bodyguards
  • It was up to the point where you had a reputation for being one of the hardest clients to deal with
  • You grew up with 2 brothers, Taehyun and Sungwoon, whom basically taught you everything you need to know about escaping from others (Y'ALL GO & SUPPORT JBJ)
  • Well, their original intentions were to tell you how to run away from kidnappers and not from your bodyguards;;;;
  • Your bodyguards had to spend almost every day trying to search for you in your school, mansion etc
  • Many eventually just resigned at the first month cause you were literally making it impossible for them to complete their task
  • That changed when you met your newest bodyguard, Park Woojin
  • When he was first introduced to you, you furrowed your brows when you noticed how he wasn’t like others
  • Appearance wise, he was slim yet toned and looked like he belonged to the runway with his perfectly crisp suit and leather shoes
  • Rather than a man in 40s with bald hair, he was around your age
  • You were hoping that he could amuse you but your hopes were gone when you looked at cold facade
  • His features were piercing and sharp with eyes the darkest shade of black you had ever seen 
  • His inky black hair also added onto the cold yet threatening demeanour (I NEED BLACK HAIR WOOJIN IRL)
  • His voice was smooth and he had you mesmerized for a moment but hey, he was still a person wanting to trap your freedom in the end
  • No way in hell was that ever going to happen
  • You thought to yourself of a flawless plan to escape him so he would resign
  • You were already betting how many days this new guy would last
  • After all, how much patience a guy like him could have?
  • Based on your experience: zero
  • It was that day itself when you tried to sneak off to visit your best friend, Yongguk (he is so cute in their variety show IM MELTING)
  • But he caught up to you instantly
  • “What the hell …..”
  • You realized he was a lot agile because unlike the rest who were just bulky with way too much unnecessary muscles
  • He was the perfect balance between too much & too little which made speed definitely at his side
  • “I used to be the bodyguard of a 6 years old. It would be embarrassing to myself I can catch her and not you as she was a lot sneakier and faster.”
  • You didn’t even know if that was a compliment or an insult for comparing you to a 6-year-old but you shrugged him off
  • Telling him that he was thinking too much and that you were TOTALLY not scheming anything 
  • He gave you a knowing look before you went to room, sighing internally as it was the first time your plan had failed
  • Moments later, he came in and told you if you wanted, he would give you the permission to visit Yongguk ALONE
  • Which was a first and you looked at him surprisingly
  • “Isn’t he your best friend? I trust he would look after you and I don’t have to do my duties.”
  • You instantly smiled as you realized maybe this one was good enough for you to stay
  • Being with Woojin realized that asking for a bodyguard with a personality was maybe too high of a request
  • Not only were you getting personality, you were basically getting thrashed by him at any moment …..
  • He was basically savage with you 24/7
  • “You look pretty, Princess.”
  • “Princess?”
  • “Well, you are bratty and rich. Doesn’t that nickname suit you perfectly?”
  • “PARK WOOJIN!!!!”
  • Ever since that one time he left you to your devices, you two had definitely become closer
  • You two exchanged friendly banter all the time and that frown of his became more of a smile
  • You two actually became friends???
  • There was one incident where he taught you how to play tennis when your instructor was gone for a week 
  • He taught you far better than the coach your parents hired from overseas
  • Which made you learned that he could play a variety of sport since young
  • You were like why are you not an athlete???
  • He was a bit embarrassed and blushed when he told you that you were looking too highly of him 
  • But because of that, he also became your coach other than your bodyguard LOL
  • Also well maybe you became a tad bit speechless when his hands were there to guide you into the right stance …… 
  • He was pretty harsh on you when it comes to training but everything suddenly seems okay when he comes to train you with a black tank top and grey sweats 
  • Like wow ??? 
  • And when he’s sweaty and runs a hand to wipe off the sweat, you were like is this real life wtf
  • Cause this was a different side of his you were definitely not used to 
  • He acts like he taking care of you because it’s his job but low key buys you a bunch of chocolate when you get stress cause it wasn’t allowed at your house 
  • One night, you prepared yourself for a party at Yongguk’s house as his parents were celebrating their company’s 20th anniversary
  • Woojin could sense that you were absolutely bored when he took your hand and lead you to the middle of the dance floor
  • “Dance?”
  • You followed his lead and prayed the heavens that your mother had forced you to take ballroom dance classes when you were younger or you will already be tripping 
  • He chuckled at how stiff you seemed to be he as his hand was wrapped around your waist as he twirled you
  • When the music ended, you had to tell yourself that this was in fact, not a dream
  • After that, a twinkle appear in his eyes as he whispered to your ears
  • “Princess, let me challenge you to a game of hide and seek.”
  • “Hide and seek?”
  • “Try and escape me for the rest of the party. If I can find you within 5 minutes, you get the rest of tomorrow to yourself.”
  • “Deal!”
  • You scampered off quickly, hoping he would at least give you a headstart
  • You found a nice hiding spot within the gardens of the colossal house
  • You took off your heels and sat on a bed of flowers, not even caring that you might be staining your $500 Vera Wang’s dress
  • You started counting down from 5 minutes and when it reached the third minute
  • You had the fright of your life when someone tapped on your shoulder
  • It was Woojin who found you, his smirked implicating that he obviously won
  • You gave up in defeat as he ruffled your head, telling you that you two could always play this again
  • That became a routine for you two whenever you had a ball to attend
  • Half an hour into it, you will magically disappear and that was his cue that the game had started
  • But somehow, as if he could trace your scent, he always found you within the time given, never giving you a chance to win
  • You were so used to him being around you that it was odd to say you couldn’t picture how the house would be without him 
  • Like you found it weird without him making a comment about you or how his arm would snake around your back at events to ‘protect’ you
  • When you woke up, you were surprised to not see him standing outside your room while handling your plans for the day
  • Your father told you that he was giving Woojin a well-deserved day off for being able to stay as your bodyguard for almost a year now
  • You felt incredibly lonely when you travelled to school by yourself
  • You missed seeing his face and your days with his presence
  • At 3am, you woke up to a sound of ‘thump’
  • You were worried, was there a thief or some sort???
  • You started panicking because not only was your personal bodyguard gone, your dad had actually the other guards a day off as well
  • The noise came from the floor below you and you quickly dialled a number
  • “Princess?”
  • The sound of the ringing was replaced by Woojin’s soothing voice
  • You did feel bad for making him come at this hour if you were in your right mind but you were desperate to have him by your side, telling you everything was okay
  • Your sentences were disjointed from fear as you had a trauma from young when journalist would stalk you
  • Soon enough, there was a knock on your door and in came Woojin
  • He held your cat in one hand as he approached you
  • “It was just Coffee.”
  • As he laid your cat down, you immediately pulled him into a hug as you cried onto his shoulder
  • He saw the panic in your eyes and your uneven breathing as he used his thumb to rub soothingly across your spine
  • His existence calmed your mind and cleared your head as you could smell the faint yet familiar cinnamon scent on him
  • Judging from his disarray clothes which were a black graphic tee and sweatpants with equally messy hair
  • You could tell that he probably woke up and came immediately after you called
  • After you had calmed down, he looked into your eyes, the gaze he carried was far softer than you imagined
  • “Do you know how worried I was?”
  • His stern tone betrayed his expression as a smile took place, probably thinking it was cute that you did mistake an intruder for your own cat
  • Sure he probably got 20 fines for breaking every single traffic rule, but it was worth it seeing that you were safe …… 
  • That was all he could do if he wanted to remain by your side
  • You were more than just his client but he knew not to overstep his boundaries
  • You felt incredibly guilty when you saw his tired eyes and how kind he was to just rush over regardless of the situation
  • How he wasn’t even scolding you for making him wake up at this hour
  • Your guilt seemed to overtake you as you thought about how undeserving you were of his kindness
  • Maybe it was you being tired or just the fact that you were never willing to face yourself that you liked him
  • He looked just like he did the first time you met him, even without the fancy suit, there was an aura around him
  • Your fingers traced his jawline to his other features and Woojin breath momentarily stopped
  • He was like a living sculpture to you, with his smooth bronze skin and his pool of eyes which was now your favourite colour
  • Before he could stop you or say anything else, your lips were pressed against his
  • You didn’t fear of anything as his hand soon found its way around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest
  • The other held onto your face desperately, as if not wanting to let go of you
  • The sensation of his lips on yours was filled with warmth and you slipped your fingers into his hair
  • The pleasure was more than what you could have imagined when you felt his breath as he melted close
  • “I need you by side so please don’t ever leave me.”
  • You whispered when your forehead met his as you started into his irises and your nose gently brushed onto his
  • He was more than your friend, more than someone who was hired to protect you
  • He was the only person you wanted to be selfish with, someone you wanted to never leave your side
  • Woojin moved a strand of stray hair as he placed a kiss on your forehead
  • He didn’t care if this was this was against his job whatsoever
  • But then again he was pretty sure that the contract never stated he could have a personal relationship with the client
  • It didn’t matter anymore to him as he embraced you in his arms and pulled you to the soft bed 
  • He will just do the explaining to your parents and his boss tomorrow
  • “I love you. I love you a lot.”

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Misdialed Call (Final)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 796

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,748

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cursing

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.



I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.

We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.

I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.

I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.

Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”

He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”

“What a gentleman.”

“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”

His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.

Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.

He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.

On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.

Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.

Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.

The armys didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.

When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.

So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.

A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.

Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”

In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.

He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armys at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.

They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.

As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”

I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.

I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.

I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.

I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?

They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.

“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.

“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armys can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.

“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.

“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.

“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.

I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.

Fuck.


I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.

When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.

It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.

“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.

“Facetime.” Then he hung up and face timed me this time. By this point, I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.

“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”

“So, armys were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.

I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”

“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”

“I’m gonna hang–”

“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.

The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.

I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in.  I was just frustrated.

The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.

I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call, she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.

I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”

“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”

“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually, I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”

I put my phone on speaker and opened up the Chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”

“For what?!”

“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.

“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.


The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.

“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”

“I went to the movies with Ali-”

“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”

“Done? Dude, come on.”

“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”

He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those.  “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”

He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”

He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.

Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.

Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.

I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.


Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.

After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing.  There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.

I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.

Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.

Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.

I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.

At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it.  I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.


I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.

“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”

“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”

He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”

He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.

“How was the show?”

“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.

“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”

“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.

“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”

We both walked into the bathroom and started stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.

He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.

“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.

“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.

“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.

“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.

“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his army would kill me.

I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.

His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.

“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.

He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit.  “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.

At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.

He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.

The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.

“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.

He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.

He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.

Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.

“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”

“No, it’s not that-”

“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.

“You got shampoo in my eye.”

He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”

“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.

“Babe, I am so sorry.”

For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.

He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.

He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.

“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”

He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”

“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.

“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”


Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.


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Anything?

Request:   Okay, I’ll send you your first request! This is so exciting, but anyways, Patrick gives me total stalker vibes. So, I was thinking of an imagine based on this one-liner prompt starter: “I’ll do anything as long as you don’t hurt my loved ones.” It’s totally up to you on how you want to write this!

Okay first off I just wanted to say HOW CUTE IS THIS PERSON?! Thank you for being my first request!! I hope you enjoy it 💕 I got really sidetracked with this and it probably doesn’t really fit what you asked for but… I might make a part 2 if you like it? I think a smut would do so well for this (I mean come on, saying you’ll do anything for Patrick Hockstetter would never end in anything else) 

ALSO: I wrote this to be read from a female perspective. If anyone would like it to be from a male perspective, please let me know! Not trying to be exclusive, I’ve just noticed it’s more girls obsessing over our favorite psycho.

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Daddy’s Girl

Titled: ‘Daddy’s Girl.’ 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader 

Summary/A/N:  “Imagine You are Jensen’s daughter and you guest star on Supernatural and Uncle Jared and Daddy play with you on set.” You should make a fic out of this. Well, sure! This was requested by @chrisssyym and I really hope you got what you wanted! 

Warnings: Single Daddy!Jensen, little angst, but lots of fluff! Italics are flashback. The bold is the flashback within the flashback.

Tagging: @sis-tafics @mysteriouslyme81 @winchesters-favorite-girl@daughters-and-winsisters @spnsisimagines @winchester-writes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sincerelysaraahh @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall@winchesterwhisper @waywardsons-imagines @winchester-writes@winchesterfics @winchesterenthusiast @winchester-clique @soaringeag1e@spnfeelstrain @msimpala67 @ivvitm1109 @mkay-chan@the-mrs-deanwinchester  @one-shots-supernatural @mysupernaturalfics@supernatural-jackles @bringmesomepie56@youwerelikeadream@mysteriouslyme81 @zombi3gyrl07@beatlesobsessionlove @wanderer-08@madelineannmolder @feelmyroarrrr@girl-next-door-writes @oh-goodness-loki @chantillilace @mysupernaturalfics @castiels-sweet-little-grace @supernotnaturalcas @atc74 @mommaton@ilostmyshoe-79 @my–heroine@curliesallovertheplace @blacktithe7@pureawesomeness001 @little-red-83@deansbaekaz2y5 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels@therewillbeblood @meeshw777 @intimeandspacewithyou


Jensen didn’t appear the least bit surprised when at their next con someone asked after the latest Supernatural episode if that was his daughter who was the guest star. Jensen was more than happy to talk about his baby girl. 

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Google made me proud today.

A little while ago, I was on a mission to show a friend of mine the best doggo in the world, Chica. I began to type ‘mark fischbach chica’ and as Google tried to read my mind, as it always does, I froze and tears welled in my eyes.

‘mark fischbach changing the world’ now at this moment I was mid sentence on Skype so my friend started to panic slightly because of my sudden pause. When I finally found my voice again I explained what had caught me off guard. To which my friend replied, “Why did that hit you so hard? The guy does charity work right?”

Years of watching Mark, all the skits, all the let’s plays, all the goofy stuff that falls in the mix as well, even if I didn’t necessarily like the video or find it particularly funny I always watched from beginning to end to show my support for his channel. Not because I was staring at his face [though he his a looker], not because of being his biggest fan [though I’m probably up there], not even just to have background noise [I like to actually watch the videos]. I would watch them in their entirety because maybe the money made from that time watching that particular video would enable him to do his next big event that would save people’s live by giving them the hope they had lost, fund another charity so its research could go on and maybe even find a cure, all of that and more.

Today I watched his PAX East panel, not in person sadly but live on twitch. At the end when it appeared he was going to break down and cry [all while I’m pointing and screaming at my TV for him not to cry over and over again because though I know he’s crying because his heart is full of joy and pride, it makes me tear up too, dang you Mark] His ending remarks both filled me with happiness and sadness.

Mind you now in the Skype call, showing pictures of Chica has fallen to the back burner [sorry Chica-bica] and I had began rambling about all the different charities Mark has helped raise awareness and money for, how his channel has become this massive community full of love and kindness and were only able to what it is today because no matter what video you click on of Marks, be it his oldest videos or one he posted a few hours ago, behind those dick jokes, infectious laugh, screams, two-finger defense strategies, and everything else; he’s still just a man who wants to change the world.

My exact words before the Skype call was ended with my friend saying I’m gonna go check out this guys videos [got you a new subscriber Mark! Woo!] were, “I froze when I saw that come up on the auto-complete search results because it’s amazing. I froze and damn near started crying my ****in eyes out because this man who one a daily basis calls himself a goof and acts exactly like a goof, is changing the world. Whether it’s meeting a sick child who is a fan of his videos, doing a live stream, going out and meeting his fans and doing skits that include them, answering questions at conventions, or just making people like me be able to smile from the comfort of my home and give me the strength to fight impulses that would be damaging. He preaches over and over again that to him we’re the heroes, hell he put it on the sleeves on his charity shirts, he’s too humble to admit that he is the hero or that he’s made his friends: Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, Tyler, etc. heroes as well for pushing for the goals with him and all coming up together with new and amazing ways to both entertain and improve the day to day life of everyone who will watch and listen.” 

I sat here for a few minutes minutes, got my screen cap cut down to size, made sure it wasn’t too illegible. As I began to type my post, my Skype rang, it was my same fiend from before. I imagine the time lapse between end of call to now beginning of new call was maybe a total of two hours give or take.

I answer and all I hear are tears. I am instantly in [who do I need to kill] mode. After they calm down they explain they just searched for emotional play through’s. My mind immediately goes to ‘Presentable Liberty’, ‘That Dragon Cancer’, ‘Anxiety Attack’, among many others I could think of that could be labeled emotional. 

After an awkward silence they asked, “What possessed this man, who has known such great tragedy and loss in his life to do everything he does for others.” I smiled, we were on video chat so they saw and then looked at me with confusion. “The answer to that one is easy, I think he’d agree. He’s seen difficulty, just like all of us, and THAT is why he continues to do it. He strives to make the burdens of this world less heavy on our shoulders, he raises money so that the sick can be mended and go home and play with their friends, he makes personal vlogs looking into each and every one of his fan’s eyes, tears brimming with whatever emotion he’s conveying so we all know he is there for us, he is proud of us, and he will never stop working to change the world.”

My friend nodded at me then told me they were gonna go rest on it, maybe watch a few more videos before laying down. I just made a terrible joke about FNAF [I will spare you the joke, trust me, it was bad] then the Skype call ended once more. 

Now I’m left here with these thoughts in my head. Earlier I mentioned the PAX East stream, one of the things Mark said before leaving the stage was, “When we’re gone, you’re next.” Now this turned into jokes being made and all that because that’s what Mark and his friends do, they cut up and have a good time. It was the way he said it that stuck with me. Like he’s prepping all of us to take this bright, burning torch when he decides to step away from youtube as a career and that brings him almost to a blubbering mess because of all we’ve shown him we can do so far, I think he believes that whenever that time is. Whether it be a year from now, two years from now, or more; he knows that the community that he never dreamed he would have and be part of will continue to do what we do best, because we learned it from the one and only Markiplier.

Change the world.

Zombiezuku, Ch.2

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Chaotic Entrance Exam is chaotic

Izuku is not quite sure how this happened, but Kacchan is dragging him up the path to the gates of U.A. High while a pretty girl chatters at them. Also, Izuku is floating. This seems like a pretty important fact to mention. Izuku rarely defies gravity on his own.

“Keep him that way, Roundface,” Kacchan had grunted and started dragging the floating Izuku by his tie after the girl had used her Quirk to save Izuku from tripping. “Can’t run off to be fucking stupid that way.”

“I could sleep like this,” Izuku had realised.

The girl found that very funny. “You’re not nervous at all, huh?” She’d laughed sheepishly. “I’m so excited!”

“I’m just dead inside,” Izuku explained to her.

“Deku’s a fucking idiot, is what he is.” Kacchan looked like he was contemplating chucking Izuku into the sun.

He still looks that way now, actually. Izuku should probably not tempt fate.

…Eh.

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Falling Playbook 2

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Subtitle: Setting the Rules

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Seol)

Themes: smut | college!au | fwb!au

Word Count: 12.5k

Summary: Jungkook and I want to test the waters before we start anything serious.

Masterlist | 01 | 02 | …

It was Monday; first out of five days which were going to determine whether Jungkook and I could be friends or not. We had five days to test the waters before we could proceed with our arrangement. By Friday, we would either start our sexual adventure or just settle for that one time thing we had already shared. Regardless of the outcome, I was excited. It was new to me, and I just couldn’t help but smile whenever I thought about it.

Jungkook had been very persistent when he had told me he wouldn’t have let me leave his apartment until he had had my every social media account. We had to be in touch, we were supposed to become friends after all.

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Picture Purrfect

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Marinette’s pencil brushed lightly across the page as she shaded the sketch of Chat Noir, sitting casually on her balcony’s railing.

“How’s it going?” he asked.  She wasn’t sure how he managed to stay so still, in the same pose, without altering his expression.

“Almost done.”  Catching the pencil in her teeth, she rubbed at the graphite with her thumb to blend it better.  "Just need the last few touches on the background.“

"How do you do that?”  The cat was definitely curious.

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anonymous asked:

could you do a scenario w/s76, reaper, mccree, genji, hanzo and lucio (separately) where they think their s/o is dead but they arent and when they meet up they despirerately make out with them it can be nsfw if you want

So, nonnie, I didn’t make them NSFW?? Only because, as I was writing each little scenario, I realized that I was doing them in a way that didn’t really prompt NSFW ouo;;; Um. Yeah. If you want, I can do some NSFW requests for you if you’d like!! Especially now that the ask box is back open! :D

Just a note, I kinda wrote all of these with the idea in mind that they each take place during a mission of kinds. Genji’s and Lucio’s are the only ones that are Pre-Recall? The rest take place sometime Post-Recall. So. Yeah.

Reaper, McCree, Genji, Hanzo, and Lucio under the cut after Solider: 76 because the totality of this work is kinda long ahahaha.

Soldier: 76: He didn’t want to answer the Recall. He knew you wouldn’t be there, knew you wouldn’t be waiting for him, holding your breath as he walked through the doors of Watchtower: Gibraltar. He knew you wouldn’t be organizing the missions with Winston as you all struggled to pull Overwatch from the ashes of what it used to be.

But he did. Because he knew you would have answered the call. He knew you would have wanted him to, too.

He watched the doors of the Watchtower slid open with a wave of refrigerated air. It hit his overheated skin and drew a shiver from him. He didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t want to. He stepped through the door and winced as it slid shut behind him. His head tilted up and he froze. There used to be a picture of you there, a memorial to you, to the sacrifice you had made during the mission that was thought to have taken Ana. But the picture was gone. So was the plaque.

“Thought it was tacky.” His eyes darted further up the wall to the overhang above. You were there, leaning against the rail, a smile on your face and wrinkles framing your eyes. The breath fled from Jack’s lungs just like it had the first time he saw you. You shrugged and his heart fluttered. “You know, since I’m not dead and all.”

He was twenty-five again, young and energetic and staring at your grinning face at the top of the rock wall as you shouted, “Gotta move quicker than that Strike Commander!”

He had laughed and shouted back, “That’s husband to you, soldier.” Your laughter spurred him to move faster.

All that energy came back. The pulse rifle fell to the ground as he launched forward and up the wall, gripping the rails to propel himself up until he was sitting on the one you leaned on. You arched a graying eyebrow at him. “Show off,” you murmured. His hand ghosted over the back of your neck, tugging you close until his forehead pressed against yours. You were warm. You were there.

You mimicked the motion and he felt the cold metal of your wedding band on your finger and he released the breath he was holding.

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anonymous asked:

since u cant do the smutty hcs can u do domestic marvin/whizzer hcs

i was This Close to giving in and giving yall the smutty hcs i’ve been asked for so much BUT ALAS. have your fluff, kids!!

  • whizzer and marvin literally don’t agree on any movies whatsoever. they spend so much arguing that by the time they’re done they just decide to go to bed. movie nights are only a thing when jason’s around and makes the choice.
  • whizzer likes to relentlessly tease marvin about the most mundane things, like his height or his tone of voice.
  • he’s only a few inches taller but he uses it to his advantage. he holds things just out of marvin’s reach above his head. after some struggling marvin will give up. he rolls his eyes and walks away like he’s annoyed and whizzer is like “wait wait wait!! don’t be mad, i love yoooou”. regardless of how much this has happened it still goes down the same way.
  • whizzer stole a sponge from marvin as he was washing up after dinner.
    marvin: come on, whizzer! just give it back
    whizzer, mocking: give it back
    marvin, disgruntled and walking away: FINE. keep it
    whizzer: noooo, come back!
    marvin, waving over his shoulder: if you wanted to do the dishes so bad, you could’ve just asked.
  • if you don’t think they stick their tongues out at each other like little kids then you’re wrong. 
  • their decor is mostly comprised of whizzer’s pictures and a furniture that displays their joint love for colour. some of it clashes horrendously but they love it. they redecorated together when marvin moved in. they were in gym clothes. marvin’s were garish while whizzer’s were plain white–uncharacteristically boring.
  • whizzer ends up with blue smeared on his face and mouth. he tries his luck and wipes a handful of red paint on marvin’s face.
    whizzer: hey maaaarv, let’s make purple
    marvin: why have you opened the red paint? we needed that for tomorrow; close it before it goes weird and crusty.
    whizzer: trina was right. you are a romantic.
  • marvin isn’t actually oblivious, it’s just hilarious to see whizzer’s reactions when his poor flirting doesn’t go down well. he’s used to succeeding because, despite his terrible pickup lines, his pretty face always wins.
  • they later decided to play racquetball together at whizzer’s insistence that it would be fun (and that it is totally a couple’s thing, god marvin).
  • whizzer had been playing it for years so he knew that he could definitely beat marvin. marvin obviously catches on but is actually willing to practise instead of getting mad.
  • whizzer is the worst at night. he takes up so much bed space. at the start of the night they’re both lying comfortably together but by morning whizzer’s spidery limbs are somehow spread out over marvin and the whole bed. marvin wakes up sweaty and gross because of it yet whizzer is the one who complains. 
  • whizzer also has a tendency to sleeptalk and when he does it’s the most nonsensical thing. marvin tried to have a conversation with him once and it was ridiculous. marvin often asks him what he was dreaming about but whizzer claims that he didn’t have any dreams that night. he’s convinced that he doesn’t actually sleeptalk and that marvin is making it up.
  • although whizzer is the pesky sleeper, he still claims that marvin is the worst sleep partner because he drools some nights. marvin is offended and they literally get into a competition about who is the better sleeper which leads to charlotte and cordelia telling them to shut up because they’re trying to sleep.
  • whizzer gets infuriated at marvin because he doesn’t know how to tidy up after himself. he leaves so many glasses of water on their bedside locker and he never puts the kitchen utensils back where they were. 
  • marvin once left the freezer open and the drawers froze over. whizzer made marvin spend at least an hour chipping the ice away. 
  • you think him not hanging up his coat is the worst? you have no idea.
  • whizzer: marvin, why is there a pile of trash on the dining table?
    marvin: that’s my clean laundry
    whizzer, to the pile: i’m sorry
    marvin, laughing and hitting whizzer’s arm: HEY
  • whizzer and marvin could never agree to the layout of their apartment. eventually, whizzer acquiesced to marvin’s requests. however, whizzer was left home alone and decided to change the position of everything slightly. this would’ve been fine if marvin hadn’t returned home only to find himself running into all the furniture.
  • marvin tried to do the laundry once and ended up turning all the whites pink because he forgot to separate his red shorts. whizzer’s racquetball clothes were never the same. the problem was they had racquetball later that day and whizzer didn’t have any other suitable clothes. good thing he pulls off pink ridiculously well.
  • they have competitions about competition shows. when all the contestants enter they each try to predict who will win. they almost never get it right but jason is incredible at it.
  • whizzer: i bet her meringue is utter shit
    marvin: your meringue is utter shit
    whizzer: did i ASK
  • whizzer is the type of person to sing into a hairbrush when he thinks he’s alone only to be caught in the middle of his own personal ballad. marvin is more of a shower singer and whizzer always calls him out on it, but does he stop? no.
  • whizzer and marvin are Not down with the kids. they think they are but they are Wrong.
  • marvin: this song is OFF
    jason: it’s “goes off”
    whizzer: no, it’s on
    jason: i want to go home
  • they are the definition of a Wine Couple. honestly, picture marvin sat with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other as whizzer leans against him sipping from his own glass. 
  • whizzer attempted to look like a wine connoisseur and tried to circle the wine in his glass but he just spilt it all over his shirt. marvin side eyed him from his book and just went back to sipping and reading while whizzer frantically tried to grab a wet cloth to stop his shirt being stained.

hope those were ok!!<3

moonislander  asked:

yes please talk about the possibilities and scenarios of kuroo seeing how much of his blocking actually influences tsukki's

FIRST OFF GOD BLESS YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS OMG

I went a little rogue with this…it turned into much more of a Battle of the Trash Heap “wishlist” post but I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT! 

A list of Kuroo & Tsukki Battle of the Trash Heap moments that I desperately want to see happen:

1.) The initial reunion.
Can you believe we have gone through 149 chapters since their last real interaction? Though, to them, it’s only been a few months, but still, this is EXTREMELY overdue.
I hope Furudate allows them a pre-game conversation to light the fire between them. Of course Kuroo is going to give some attention to his rivalry with Daichi, but let’s be honest here, he’s got some things to say to Tsukki. Kuroo HAD to have heard about Tsukki’s iconic block against Ushijima, right? There’s no way he’s going to just let that one pass without a mention, I mean, as his mentor and friend, could he be more proud? Though we all know he will most likely turn what could be a genuinely supportive compliment into a snide, provoking comment to motivate Tsukki even further, and I am ALL FOR EITHER TBH.

2.) Kuroo seeing Tsukki blocking up close
We all know that Tsukki’s blocking style has evolved GREATLY, and it is 100% due to Kuroo’s help. I mean, we even saw Tsukki recalling Kuroo’s pointers to him DURING THE SHIRATORIZAWA MATCH ITSELF. That being said, he has grown by leaps and bounds, and if Kuroo was distracted watching Tsukki’s progress at the training camps…(you’re IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH Kuroo what are you doing watching Tsukki?!)

…then can you imagine how shook he is going to be seeing our boy show off his skills right in front of his eyes? Bonus points if his first block is against Kuroo himself…which brings me to my next point!

3.) TSUKKI BLOCKING KUROO’S SPIKE(S)!!!
I think, if this happens, I will collapse on the spot. Picture this. Kenma and Kuroo executing their signature one-person time difference attack, only to forget (or not realize) that Tsukki has grown accustomed to identifying time difference attacks and shutting them down on the spot. Tsukki sees his chance and takes it. Complete shut out. You don’t know how badly I need a side by side panel of Kuroo’s STUNNED expression as he realizes what just happened, along with Tsukki, smirking back at him like the smarmy little twit he is, because who was it that taught him how to read time difference attacks, hmm??
I’ll be preparing my funeral in advanced.

4.) Tense, across-the-net stare-downs

LAWD. hELP ME. They are both middle blockers, so chances are, they are going to end up face-to-face with just the net to separate them. Kuroo with his signature provocative smirk on his face, and Tsukki trying a bit too hard to seem totally cool. You’re not fooling anyone, Kei.

5.) Trying to out-snark each other
This could come in MANY different forms. Both Tsukki and Kuroo are known for their snide (and often unwarranted) remarks on and off the court, so I am SURE there will be some iconic back-and-forth moments between them. What I’d really love to see is for Tsukki to be the one to initiate a little argument and dish out a few quips at Kuroo’s expense.

6.) Tsukki spiking past one of Kuroo’s blocks
THIS would be interesting to see. If you remember back to the training camp Tsukki and Hinata attended, Tsukki had to grow accustomed to Koganegawa’s super-high sets. He was basically forced into reaching his full potential (literally) and Kageyama later caught wind of this new ability of his, too. In the attempts he has made with Kageyama so far, we have learned that it is extremely successful when it works, but also very taxing on his stamina. (last minute edit: SCREAMING OVER THE NEW CHAPTER AHHHHHHASLKDFJASDKFAAS.DFK)
I hope that they are able to whip out one of these above-the-block spikes during this match, taking Kuroo completely by surprise!!

7.) Genuine, shared admiration
I hate that this one might be the most far-fetched for actual canon story-line, given Tsukki’s natural distaste for expressing any sort of genuine, raw emotion, but MAN I need to see them admit the obvious respect they have for one another OUT LOUD. I think there is a good chance we could see this from Kuroo. He is so much more than just a provocation master. He genuinely cares for his friends and wants to see them do well. I really hope he expresses to Tsukki how proud he is of him. I know ALL of us are amazed by the growth he has experienced in these last few months…

*sniff* …so imagine how Kuroo will feel?? Kuroo, who basically took Tsukki under his wing, taught him everything he knows about the fundamentals of blocking, and watched on the sidelines as he began to transform into the blocker Kuroo KNEW he could be.
Then we have Tsukki, who knows damn well that everything he has learned, he learned from Kuroo. Of course he got plenty of over-all volleyball pointers from Akaashi and Bokuto, but the one he sought after for blocking tips was Kuroo. We saw him observe Kuroo from the sidelines, take in his style, his form, and listen to his teaching. He saw the blocker he wanted to be in Kuroo, and now he can stand confidently in his new abilities in front of the person that helped him get there. 

So, out of ALL of the things I mentioned in this very long, self-indulgent post, having Tsukki acknowledge Kuroo for the tremendous part he played in his development as a blocker would make me the absolute happiest.

I honestly, truly, cannot WAIT for this match. :’)

One day at a time (chapter 1) Lin-Manuel x Reader

I had a 9 hour plane journey with nothing to do so I wrote a stupidly long fluffy fic as part of a new series.  

Summary: This is based on Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on tinder. Old Man Miranda explores Tinder while logged into his friend’s account and has an awkward conversation with Reader. Awkwardness and some fluff ensues. It’’s about time I wrote something that wasn’t totally angsty for a change.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, but I definitely swear more than I think I do.

Word Count: 3,989


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