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Territory (Dogboy Hybrid AU) | Taehyung x You

Rated: M 

Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you

Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.

Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~ 

Words: 2,932

You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.

It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath. 

He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion. 

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Purple Jewels (M) | 04

Word Count: 6242
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.


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anonymous asked:

57 with fluff ending?

Her (Yoongi x Reader Angst/Fluff)

Prompt request: “You don’t understand, you never do!”

Summary: Yoongi is still close with his most recent ex. He doesn’t think much of it, and he’s told you many times that he doesn’t have any feelings for her. But when they dated for years, and you’ve only been in the picture for a few weeks, you can’t help but feel a little insecure. 

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jeonbase

You yawned quietly, snuggling into Yoongi’s lap. The movie playing in front of you was boring, and it already hours past midnight. As you fought the urge to fall asleep, you turned your head to see how your boyfriend was faring.

Above you, Yoongi’s face was illuminated by the bright screen of his phone. He was typing away, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Every now and then, his lips would quirk into a smile or he would laugh breathily.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly due to your exhaustion. Yoongi glanced down at you, his eyes wide with surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. “I’m getting sleepy.

“Oh, I’m just texting Eunha,” Yoongi replied, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above his television. You couldn’t help but frown at the mention of Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, and the fact he was talking to her while you were supposed to be spending time together. “Yeah, it’s getting late. I didn’t even notice. You gonna head to your dorm?”

You sat up quickly and grabbed the remote that was beside you. You turned off the TV and stood up. “Yeah,” you answered curtly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face tired. He stood up, too, and tucked his phone into his back pocket. “You know that we’re just friends. There aren’t any feelings between us. Besides, we were friends before we dated, I’m not just gonna cut her out of my life.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said resignedly, looking at your feet instead of Yoongi. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just me.”

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Yoongi said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m dating you because I like you, not anyone else. Don’t worry about stuff like that, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, returning your boyfriend’s smile with a small one of your own. Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Come on, it’s already late,” Yoongi said, grabbing your head and threading his fingers through yours. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you laughed, trying to disentangle your hand from his. He wouldn’t let go. “Really, it’s fine. My residence is like, a five minute walk away.”

“So?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrow raised challenging. “It’s dark. Something might happen. And besides, I want to.”

“If you insist,” you conceded teasingly. The two of you slipped into your shoes and exited Yoongi’s small dorm, hand in hand and smiling the entire way back to your place.

A few days later, you and Yoongi were supposed to meet up at a quaint coffeeshop for brunch. You had planned the date a few weeks ago. Yoongi was fairly late, so you wondered if he had forgotten. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. Sighing, you started to text Yoongi.

SENT 10:27 AM

Hey r u coming?


Yeah I’m OMW. Sorry about that.

SENT 10:33 AM

It’s cool. I’m gonna order so I don’t get kicked out tho


I just bumped into Eunha. She just got in from Daegu today. Do you mind if she comes along?

SENT 10:37 AM

Seriously Yoongi?


I know, I know. But she’s not gonna have any time to see me otherwise. I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N.

SENT 10:42 AM

Fine. Do what you want.

And when Yoongi and Eunha waltzed into the coffeeshop, eyes bright with laughter and huge smiles, you regretted texting that.

Yoongi spotted you quickly, and shot you an apologetic smile before leading Eunha to where you were sitting. You hated to admit it, but she was really pretty. Her and Yoongi probably made a great couple.

“Y/N, this is Eunha,” Yoongi introduced as they sat down in front of you. “Eunha, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Oh!” Eunha exclaimed, looking a little flustered once she realized she was interrupting a date. Still, she smiled dazzlingly at you. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Yoongi are old friends, and we haven’t seen each other in a long time. I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a date, though.”

“Nice to meet you, too!” you replied cheerfully, although your smile was not as genuine as you tried to make it. “And it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Damn, Yoongi,” Eunha laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. “You’re such a shitty boyfriend. I’m so glad I broke up with you.”

“Hey, she said it was fine!” Yoongi said defensively, though he was laughing. “And I broke up with you, for the record.”

“Whatever,” Eunha snorted, picking up the menu from the table. “We should order. This place looks really good. Oh! Yoongi, they have crêpes. Your favourite!”

“Oh, really? Awesome,” Yoongi smiled. You bit your bottom lip, frustrated that you didn’t know that, and even more frustrated that Eunha did. “I’ll have that then, I guess.”

The two friends conversed easily, catching up for lost time. Soon, they began talking about old friends–ones still living in Daegu that you hadn’t even heard of–and you stopped listening. The food arrived shortly after, and you slowly ate your Belgian waffles as Yoongi chatted away.

You watched him devour his chocolate crêpes, and then yell when Eunha snatched a piece with her fork. They looked like the couple, not you and Yoongi, But you bit your lip and said nothing, not wanting to make a scene.

In what felt like hours later, everyone had finally finished their food. Still, neither Yoongi nor Eunha looked like they had intentions of leaving anytime soon. The two of them hadn’t addressed you in the last few minutes, so you played idly on your phone.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom real quick,” Eunha announced, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. You winced at the sound. “Be right back!”

Eunha bounced away in search of the restroom. Once she was out of sight, Yoongi turned to you excitedly.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “She’s really fun, right? You should talk more, I think you two would make great friends.”

“Are you being serious, Yoongi?” you hissed, incredulous. “I’m sure she’s a great person, but really? We’re on a fucking date right now.”

“You said it was fine!” Yoongi exclaimed, his smile slipping away. “And I rarely get to see her. Forget that we dated–she’s one of my best friends. You know, it’s hard leaving half my life behind in Daegu. I’m sorry for wanting to see my friends and introduce them to you.”

“It’s not about that, you asshole,” you snapped, standing up. “You can be friends with whoever you want Yoongi. But think about this in my perspective, okay?”

You grabbed your thin jacket from behind your chair. Pulling a bill from your pocket, you threw it onto the table. “That should cover my food,” you said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. There’s no point in me staying.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Yoongi growled, his voice deepening angrily. “I don’t understand why you’re–”

“You don’t understand, you never do!” you interrupted. “We’ll talk about this later. Tell Eunha I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say bye.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the store.

Secretly, you were hoping Yoongi would come after you, but he didn’t.

With nothing to do, you wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, you came across a familiar landmark. There was a small park in the middle of the downtown area. You and Yoongi had been there several times together.

You walked slowly through the familiar setting, coming across a small pond. It was cool outside, so there weren’t as many animals as there were the last time you had came with Yoongi. There was a bench nearby, so you flopped onto it and stared at the blue sky above you, letting your mind wander to anywhere but Yoongi.

Still, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. You were angry with Yoongi, but you were even angrier at yourself for being so insecure. Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around you and stood up, ready to leave.

“Y/N,” Yoongi panted from behind you, his voice too familiar to miss. You spun around, mouth agape in surprise. “I had no idea where you went. Took me so long to find you.”

“I didn’t think you were going to follow me,” you replied, crossing your arms. Still, seeing Yoongi before you, breathless and sweating in his desperation to find you, dissipated your anger. Sighing, you spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You were wrong to do what you did, but I overreacted and I apologize for that.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Yoongi said with a small smile, moving closer to you. “I realize now that I’ve been pretty shitty. Not just for bringing Eunha on our date, but because I even let you feel any type of jealousy over Eunha.”

“My feelings are my own,” you snorted, uncrossing your arms as Yoongi had a move to hold your hands. You let him, his warm hands completely engulfing your frigid ones. “They’re mine to deal with.”

“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I’m not good at talking about things like this. But it’s my fault for not telling you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. If I did, you would know that what I feel to you is incomparable to what I feel–or felt–for Eunha.”

“How much you love me?” you teased, although your heart was hammering in your chest. Yoongi had never said that before, and you didn’t either because you didn’t want to pressure him.

“Yes, how much I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his cheeks turning bright red. “I’m sorry I never told you before. But it’s true. I’m sorry I made you think that my feelings for you were anything less than that.”

“Well, you’re forgiven,” you laughed, pressing a quick peck against Yoongi’s lips. “And, for the record, I love you too.”

And, much later, you realized Yoongi had been right. You and Eunha made great friends, and Yoongi was beginning to regret ever introducing the two of you.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…so I was going to make this a Tutor!Yoongi thing, but I’m like 99% sure that’s not what any of the anons were requesting. But if you want a tutoring AU…like let me know. Thanks for requesting to all the people who did! I hope you enjoyed. As always, thanks for reading 💛


Word Count: 2675

Pairing: RockStar!Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom fluff challenge. My prompt was “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” from 10 Things I Hate About You. Also written for @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Birthday/Follower Celebration Challenge. My song was Faithfully by Journey. 

Special thanks to @mamapeterson for throwing out an idea that I then twisted around and used for this piece of hot garbage. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated 

“You look beautiful, baby.” Your father, Bobby, looked you over, tears glistening in his eyes. “Matt isn’t gonna know what hit him when you walk down that aisle.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You smiled, though you were sure it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“He’s right, you know.” Your stepmother, Ellen, moved forward and cupped your cheek. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Charlie, your best friend and Maid of Honor started to usher everyone out, sensing you were starting to become overwhelmed by the attention. “Dad, be ready to walk her down the aisle, ok? We’ll tell you when she’s ready. Everyone who isn’t a bridesmaid, out, out, out!” She started to shove everyone out and you silently giggled to yourself at her forcefulness. She didn’t look intimidating at all, but she certainly was not someone you wanted to cross.

“Spill.” Charlie practically ordered. “You’re getting married and you look like…well I don’t know what you look like but it isn’t happy.” You casted your eyes to the floor then back up, glancing around at your bridesmaids, Jo, your stepsister, and then your friends, Jody and Donna, before making your way back to Charlie.

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Rushed Confessions - Requested

Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 1,905

Requested by: anonymous

“Can you do a tom holland x reader where the reader is sam and harry’s age and the three of them are really close but tom has always lowkey liked her and when he comes home or whatever he just like word vomits to her about liking her and just fluff?”

I absolutely loved this request, I may have tweaked it just a tiny bit, I hope you don’t mind. Also, apologies if it took so long! Thank you so much for sending it in, and I hope you like it! As always, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.


“Sam, mate, you’re supposed to catch it with your hands, not your face.”

“Shut up, Tom.”

“Sam! Sam! I’m open!”

Another day, another round of squabbles from the Holland brothers. The sound of their feet scuffling along the ground filled your ears along with a few (more than a few) colourful words coming from their mouths. The lads were playing basketball, if you could call it that. It actually looked more like they were just throwing the ball around then tackling each other afterwards.

“I’m not quite sure if that’s how basketball works.” You remarked from your spot on the Hollands’ backyard deck, there was no fucking way in hell that you were joining in with those cavemen.

“It’s not.” replied Paddy from next to you

“Padster, how come you aren’t joining in?” you asked

Paddy rolled up his shirt sleeve to reveal a rather nasty looking bruise. You let out a gasp that he promptly rolled his eyes at.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s just a bruise, doesn’t even hurt.”

Harry let out a yelp as Sam and Tom tackled him to the ground. Paddy ran over to them, concerned for his older brother. You didn’t move though, you just rolled your eyes. He’d shake it off, like he always does.

Most your days were spent like this, being an honourary part of the Holland family, you basically lived with them. Sam, Harry, Tom, and you had christened yourselves “The Fab Four” since you were children, the fact that Tom was three years older than the rest of you never posed an issue (since he’s basically a child).

“Thanks for the concern, Y/N.” Harry said sarcastically as he passed you, going into the house to get some ice for his arm

“You’re so welcome, my child.”

“Shut up, we’re the same age!” he hollered from inside

You chuckled, quite pleased with yourself. Your phone beeped in your hands, you looked down to check it.

With Harry inside, the game had ceased. Sam had lifted Paddy above his head so he could reach the hoop.

“And here comes Paddy Holland with the winning shot!” Tom said in his special sports announcer voice

Paddy dunked the ball and both his brothers cheered. You chuckled to yourself but didn’t look up, too engrossed in your phone, well, until it was snatched from your hands.

“Rude!” you yelled, whipping around to face your enemy. All five feet and eight inches of Thomas Stanley Holland stood before you, he was smiling, your phone held high above his head.

“Using my height to your advantage, I see.”

Tom shrugged. “Well, love, I’ve got to. Sam and Harry make me look like a joke.”

Your attempts to jump for your phone were futile but since you weren’t one to back down easily, especially when it came to the brothers, you bent your knees and sprung upward forcefully. And although it was valiant effort, Tom caught you by your waist before you could even grab your phone.

Gravity pushed you down, inevitably taking Tom down with you. Your bodies crashed down onto the floor but Tom made sure to lay you on top of him so he could absorb the majority of the impact. The wind rushed out of your lungs as your back hit Tom’s chest, you heard him grunt from under you.

Sam and Paddy watched you two with interest, they shared a knowing look but said nothing, carrying on with their game.

“Tom! You fucking idiot!” you exclaimed, struggling to roll off of him since he was holding onto you tightly

He let out a big laugh, squeezing you. Tom has always loved you, he’s never told you right out, but as they say, actions speak louder than words. And in Tom’s case? They were screaming.

“Tom, come on, let go!” you elbowed him, making him loosen his grip on you

The both of you sat up, catching your breath. Your eyes met briefly, and you burst out laughing uncontrollably.

Paddy nudged Sam, “Look at them. Do you think Tom likes Y/N?”

“I’ll be damned if he didn’t.” Sam replied, noticing the way Tom looked at you.

Dom and Nikki invited you to stay for dinner which wasn’t an unusual occurrence. You all sat around the dining table, eating, laughing, swapping stories, and basically being a picture perfect family.

“I can’t stress enough how nice it is to have another lass in the house, Y/N. I’m so glad you’re around more often, love.” Nikki smiled at you from next to Dom

“I’ll be around even more, if you’d like.” you joked, earning laughs from everyone

“We’d love that, wouldn’t we, Tess?” Tom scratched the Blue staffy that has been sitting by his feet the entire dinner, scarfing down scraps happily

“Tom would love that.” Harry muttered as he sipped from his glass, a bruise was forming on his arm from their earlier game. Tom froze upon hearing his brother’s remark. What did this little fucker know?

Your spoon was suspended halfway to your mouth, you looked to Harry with a confused look on your face. The lighthearted chatter continued around you.

“We,” Sam punctuated, looking briefly at Tom “would all love that, Y/N. We could be the Three Musketeers while Tom is away.”

Tom inwardly sighed in relief. He gave Sam a thankful look, then simultaneously frowned at Harry.

“You could still be the Fab Four. I could stand-in for Tom.” Paddy said hopefully and oh-so adorably. You gave him an affectionate look and nodded.

“Of course you can stand-in for Tom. He’s a butt anyway for leaving us here.” you stuck your tongue out at the oldest Holland boy, which he returned. The parents snickered at all your antics, feeling accomplished for having created such a beautiful family.

“Who’s going to stand-in for Harry, then?” Dom asked

“Harry’s irreplaceable.” you stated nonchalantly, eating the last of your roast dinner

Dom stood up from his seat and called for everyone’s attention. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please? I’d better, or else you’re all grounded, except you, Y/N.”

You pumped your fist in the air triumphantly as everyone laughed.

“I just want to toast to Tom.” Dom continued, “As I always tell you, your life is changing. We all pray you never forget where you’ve come from, son. You’re doing us proud, representing Team Holland on the world stage and completely eclipsing my career. Safe travels, my boy!”

“Hear, hear!” Harry exclaimed as everyone raised their glasses


“Need help?” you strode into the kitchen, dinner having just ended. Tom was already doing the dishes, just like he always did.

“Oh shit, hey.” he hastily shut off the tap and turned to you

You leaned against the counter, gazing at Tom thoughtfully. He gazed back at you, trying to remember the way you looked.

“I thought you’d left already.” Tom said softly, leaning against sink, crossing his arms.

“Without saying good bye to my favourite Holland?” you replied, giving him a sly smile

He couldn’t stop the blush that spread across his cheeks. “And here I thought Harry was your favourite Holland, what with him being irreplaceable and all.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, well, well. I didn’t think my little comment would get under your skin so much.”

He ran his still soapy hands through his hair, not noticing the suds that stuck to his hair.

“You’re always getting under my skin, Y/N.” he chuckled nervously as you moved closer to him

“It’s a talent. Hold still a minute, Tom.” His heart nearly stopped as you reached up to brush the soap suds from his hair. His eyes involuntarily fluttered shut, savouring your touch.

“Y/N,” Tom breathed out once he felt your hand caress his cheek

“I-I’m sorry.” you stuttered out in reply, wringing your hands nervously. Had you crossed a line?

You began inching closer towards the doorway. Tom finally snapped out of his stupor and noticed your retreating form, he grabbed your hand. “No, Y/N, wait. I-I need to tell you something.”

A mixture of confusion and anticipation flooded your veins. He took a deep, cleansing breath that he expected would give him the composure he needed to say what he wanted to say, but instead:


Real smooth, Tom, real smooth.

Both of you stood in stunned silence, allowing Tom’s rushed confession permeate the still air. The rest of the Hollands were eavesdropping on you from the opposite side of the walls.

“You.. You what?” you managed to get out

Tom just wanted to pull his hair out, how he wished he had some of that Spider-man confidence right about now. He took another deep breath, and looked you right in the eyes.

“I love you. I have loved you for a long time now but I never said anything because I thought you’d think it was weird.”

There it was. He’d finally laid it all out for you. Now was your chance, you could finally release all of your pent up feelings for Tom, you could finally tell him how much he actually meant to you without the fear of being rejected or the fear of ruining the amazing friendship you two had built.

“Eight years,” you mumbled, just loud enough for Tom to hear “Eight years, I’ve been keeping this from you, from all of you.”

His heart was racing. Could it be? Was he luckier than he thought?

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

You shook your hair out in mild frustration. “Tom. I’ve loved you since I was ten.”

And with that, Tom took you in his arms in a bone crushing hug. He then lifted you in the air and spun you around like you didn’t weigh a thing. A mix of elation and adrenaline was coursing through Tom’s veins, you didn’t have to say anything else, the kiss Tom pressed to your lips did all the talking for you.

Now comfortably seated on the couch, you and Tom snuggled together. His hand drew patterns on your back while the other held yours tightly. It was already rather late, the realization that Tom was leaving tomorrow hit you rather hard.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered to you “And I was wondering, Ms. Y/L/N, if you would like to accompany me for a few weeks?”

You looked up at his handsome face, trying to gauge if he was actually serious. “You want me to come with you?”

“Of course, Y/N.” he replied sincerely, placing a gentle kiss on your lips

“I’d love to.. But, maybe you should ask my folks first?”

Tom laughed. “I will. Don’t worry, they love me. They won’t say no.”

“I admire your confidence, Thomas.”

“Not as much as I admire you… So, you’ve been in love with me since you were ten?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you with the smuggest look on his face

“Shove off, Tom.”

He got on top of you and began peppering your face with kisses. “Oh, come on, Y/N! You know you looooove me.”

And you did. You really, really did. The best part was, he loved you too.

Lust & Errors 04

Rated: M

Warning: Excessive graphic smut, age gap, marijuana usage.

SummaryStep brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: Hell has frozen over and the sun has rose in the west. Part 4 is here, and I have no explanation for the tremendously long wait. “✐” means flashback and two of them means end of flashback. 

Words: 23,982

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05.

A long yawn escaped your lips in the middle of your explanation of a math problem. You covered your mouth as it gasped with the yawn and leaned back in the hard, wooden chair, desperately wishing it would somehow turn into your bed.

“Tired?” Jungkook asked, looking down at a piece of paper as he hurriedly wrote down what you assumed to be a note.

“A little.” You admitted with a sleepy drawl, too tired to hide the fact that you were tired and your eyes scanned over the page in the book you had been reading from, trying to find where you stopped.

When he was finished writing down his note, he glanced up at you expectantly, but once he noticed the sheer exhaustion painted plain as day on your face and weighing down your body, he sat up straight himself and cleared his throat. “We can stop, you know. If you’re tired.” His voice was a bit rushed and he sounded kind of guilty. “I-I’m sorry.” He chuckled, but it sounded forced and nervous.

It was odd to see Jeon Jungkook act nervous, when you were so used to cocky smirks and his overly confident attitude. But if there was one thing you noticed while tutoring him for the past two weeks, it was that tutoring him was a lot different than you had initially expected.

You had figured he was secretly some math genius and had only asked for your help in order to get into your pants. After all, it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were a virgin. And guy’s like Jeon Jungkook, loved girl’s like you.

Well, at least that’s what you thought.

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Orange Sherbet » Chae Hyungwon


summary: “I was thinking hyungwon as a single dad would be super hot so could I have a single dad hyungwon au where he’s got a son/daughter and he starts bringing them to daycare where you work and the first day he brings his kid he sees you and you’re trying to ask him questions but you’re so pretty and he’s really flustered around you and when he sees you with his kid his heart just melts and he’s always asking his kid about ‘miss y/n’ and the kid is so over it”
words: 4086
category: fluff, single father!hyungwon, nurse!hyungwon
a/n: this ends in dialogue but hopefully it’s not as messy as it seems i don’t know. anyway i think this is one of the cutest things i’ve written so pls enjoy and support monsta x thanks

Originally posted by wonhontology


Woosung was Hyungwon’s pride and joy. No matter how dark things got, or how gloomy the world seemed, it was okay, because Woosung would always be there when he got home.

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Essays in Existentialism: Flight II

Could we have more of FLIGHT? it destroyed me.

Previously on Flight 

“So I just have to take charity cases for you to visit,” Abby teased as she hugged her daughter tightly in front of the airport.

People came and went, not caring at all about the reunion occurring on the curb. But to Abby it was everything. She hugged her daughter so tight she thought she’d leave marks, though she didn’t care about that at all. It was rare and new and tenuous, and so she clung as tight as she could while her daughter wasn’t much better.

“And promise me dinner,” Clarke taunted, surprising herself as she hugged back just as tight.

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Kiss The Girl.

Request from @bellasett​: Hello☺️ I was wondering if u have time can I have a Steve Rogers x reader where ur Tony’s new assistant and somebody anybody u want flirts with her and Steve gets jealous and kisses her in front of everyone love ur stories❤️

Note: I apologise for the delay in this! RL seems to be having more frequent busy periods now so it’s taking me a little longer to do things at the moment. Hope you enjoy it though! :) ….not written a lot of Steve x Reader fics so I hope this works well!

Steve x Reader

Words: 1,505

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

The files that had once been piled so neatly in your hands as you strolled through the lobby of Stark Tower now lay strewn all around you on the floor. You have no idea what you had just collided with, having made the mistake of glancing downwards at the post-it note on top, but you were pretty sure that your boss wasn’t going to be impressed with his plans ending up in the line of sight of anyone standing around you. He may have been quite the flamboyant man at times but he liked to keep some things close to his chest.


Your eyes glanced at the messy paperwork for a few brief seconds before you quickly knelt down to begin some kind of attempt at putting it all back into order again. It had felt like you’d walked right into a solid wall but you knew the layout of the tower well enough to be fully aware that there hadn’t been one anywhere near you.

“I’m so sorry Miss [l/n]. I should have been looking where I was going. Let me help you with that.”

You knew that voice. In fact you had heard that voice on a daily basis since starting as Tony Stark’s assistant three years before. Not only was he the voice you heard through the walls of Tony’s office when newcomers would have to watch the compulsory induction videos but it was also the very one that would so often be on the loudspeaker of your boss’ phone….but never, in all your time of being here, had you come face to face with him.

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You Make Me Wanna... | Peter Parker

Summary: Based off the song You Make Me Wanna (SoMo version) where Peter Parker finally gets the girl of his dreams…or so he thinks. As soon as he enters his new relationship, he can’t help but imagine what the relationship would be like if it was with the reader instead…

Warning: none

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot (extended scene here)

Requested: @fangirlizei


Originally posted by sddonald22

Peter Parker’s Point of View:

I thought I was on top of the world when I finally got together with Liz Allen. I couldn’t have been more thankful to you for hooking us up. 

You were the one that convinced me to ask her out in the first place. You were the one who encouraged me to go and talk to her. You were the one I turned to when I needed relationship advice. All the while, I thought I had gotten the girl of my dreams but I was wrong.

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

One day, you walked into chemistry class wearing an adorable outfit (one that I had not seen on you before) and for the entire day, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Why hadn’t I acknowledged your beauty before? Why was I just now seeing you for who you really were?

From that day on, I couldn’t seem to keep you out of my thoughts. I couldn’t help but day dream about you constantly. I no longer paid attention to Liz because to me, she was nothing in comparison to you. 

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

I always came to you for advice when Liz and I got into a fight. I think it was just an excuse to see your pretty face again. Half of the time, I didn’t even want to repair my relationship with Liz. She didn’t make me happy anymore. You made me happy.

“Why don’t you buy her some nice flowers and apologize to her?” You suggested one day. My eyes rest on your sincere smile and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in response. “Peter?”


“Did you hear anything I just said?” I blushed crazily and shook my head. “I said you should buy her some flowers and apologize to her.”

I sighed through my nose and nodded my head. I grabbed my stuff and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Yeah okay.”

“Hey,” you said. “Things will get better. You will see. She can’t stay mad at you forever.” I nodded my head and dismissed myself from your presence.

Before anything came between us
You were like my best friend
The one I used to run and talk to when me and my girl was having problems
You used to say it will be okay
Suggest little nice things I should do
And when I come home at night and lay my head down
All I seem to think about was you

I used to dream about Liz and how pretty she looked when she passed by me in the hallway. Now, all that was on my mind was you. You always sat across from me at lunch and I used to gaze over your shoulder at Liz. Now my eyes were set on you.

I watched in admiration as you ranted on about your day so far. I smiled when you waved your hands around as you talked and I laughed when you said something funny. I feel happy when I am around you.

And now you make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

It did not take long for Liz to see that my eyes were not always on her anymore. She would always get mad at me and that was usually the cause of all our fights. You seemed pretty oblivious to my feelings for you and you focused all your attention on keeping Liz and I together even though, I did not want to be with her anymore.

Every day, I contemplated on whether or not I should tell you about my feelings towards you. I didn’t know what would come of it, if it would work out or not. I thought Liz and I would work out and it turns out I was wrong.

And now you make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

I realized that I had always been in love with you, I just never wanted to admit it to myself. You were the perfect girl in my eyes and I honestly couldn’t see myself with anyone else at that point.

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I paced around outside your apartment building. “Tell her that you are in love with her,” I told myself. “No, don’t tell her.” I was stuck between my two options. “Tell her! No, don’t!”

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair in defeat. I gazed up at the tall building, singling out your bedroom window and seeing the light still on. Now was my chance.

Now what’s bad
Is you’re the one that hooked us up
Knowing it should’ve been you
And what’s sad is I love her but I’m falling for you
What should I do?

I raised my fist to the door of your apartment and gently knocked on it. In seconds, you opened the door and smiled at the sight of me. I barely returned a smile as you welcomed me in.

“My parents are out of town at the moment,” you explained. “Do you want anything to drink?” I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers nervously. “Well, how is Liz doing?”

At the mention of her name, my eyes began to swell with tears. My nose began to turn pink as my tears dropped onto your carpet. Your face fell as soon as you saw my face. Was I really going to do this?


“I am in love with you.”

Should I tell my baby bye-bye?
Should I do exactly what I feel inside?
Cause I don’t wanna go
Don’t need to stay
But I really need to get it together

Your face dropped and I watched your reaction carefully. “What?” You gasped in disbelief. Another tear dropped from my cheek and landed on the floor.

“I am in love with you,” I clarified. 


“I always have been in love with you. I never wanted to admit it though because I was afraid I would lose you,” I explained. “I never–I was never in love with Liz. It’s you, Y/N. It has always been you.”

I gave you time to process my words, allowing them to sink in well before you gave me your answer. I swallowed hard in response. You looked down at your feet, avoiding my eye contact at all costs.

“Peter, I am…flattered by your kind words but…” I blinked away some tears, praying you wouldn’t push me away. “But I don’t…love…you.”

My heart shattered into a million pieces at your words. “B-But I mean…you could learn…you could learn to love me.”

“I don’t think I could,” you said gently. I looked down at my feet, my breathing becoming shaky and unstable. “I am so sorry, Peter.”

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me
You make me…

I bravely took a few steps forward and I could hear your breath hitch in your throat when our chests touched. I looked down at you with my tears clouding my vision. I gently reached up and cupped your face in my hands. 

Your eyes filled with tears as well as I gazed down at you in love. The pads of my thumbs tracing over your sweet pink lips. My eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

I leaned down and allowed my lips to brush against yours gently. Your eyes closed in response but you refused to move your lips against mine. I pulled away only after a second or two of kissing you.

“I-I’m sorry,” I said. I moved my hands away from your face and slowly backed away from you. Your eyes glistened with tears, watching me retreat towards the door. “I’m so sorry.”

I opened the door and ran out of your apartment as fast as I could. I ruined everything we had. I ruined our friendship. I ruined our bond. I ruined everything we ever had. I screwed up and I knew that you would never be able to look at me the same way again. I lost the only thing in my life that was important. I lost the love of my life.

I lost you…


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Oh, how would the guys react if someone came up and started flirting/hitting on them? While they were on a date with their S/O?

Get ready for some awkward encounters indeed

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • The two of you were having a nice time together in a bookstore
  • While you were browsing, a man you’d never seen before angled up to your boyfriend and got right up into his personal space
  • “Well you’re an odd-looking guy, but you’re still hot as hell. Let’s get to know each other…” His sly grin was almost insulting.
  • Shinguuji slowly turned to face the man, whose face went from confident cockiness to abject horror in an instant. 
  • Shinguuji’s face, on the other hand, was full of such murderous intent it seemed to emulate a dark aura that swept through the entire store.
  • The man felt mortal terror for the first time in his life.
  • “Uh… n-nevermind, then! S-Sorry!”
  • And thus, he took off, leaving you both behind.
  • When Shinguuji turns back to you, his face is perfectly calm. “Shall we move on?”
  • You stifle a laugh.The poor dude never stood a chance.

Rantarou Amami

  • It was supposed to be a simple date to grab some crepes, but out of nowhere…
  • The girl standing behind the two of you in line asked for Amami’s phone number!
  • While the two of you were holding hands!
  • He politely declines, but she insists that he hands it over, so -
  • Amami, smiling as sweetly and serenely as ever, leans closer to you and kisses your cheek. 
  • The girl is a bit shaken but puffs herself up and presses on. “You’d be better off with -”
  • Amami doesn’t even let her finish that sentence.
  • “Sorry, but I have no interest in rude, pushy people like you. Maybe next time, before you insult other people, you should take a look at the glass house you’re standing in.”
  • Amami’s savage words and seemingly innocent smile land the finishing blow… the girl flips him off before stomping out of the store.
  • Amami looks at you expectantly, seemingly asking, ‘did I do good??!’
  • You just roll your eyes and step up to order
  • (He sees you smiling, though).

Kokichi Ouma

  • When a random guy came up to Ouma and asked for his number, you were flustered and about to object
  • Before you could, Ouma grabbed the phone out of the guy’s hands
  • “Oooooh, yeah, great! I would just looooove to hear from you!!” he said, smiling innocently as he handed the phone back.
  • What.
  • “Ohh, that’s awesome! My name’s-”
  • “Can’t talk now, sorry! Bye-bye now!” Ouma hurriedly shooed him away. 
  • “Why the heck would you give him your number??”
  • Ouma giggles. “Oh, I didn’t. Don’t worry. He’ll be in for a fun surprise!”
  • Ouma refused to tell you what he did exactly, but knowing him, you were sure it wasn’t anything good.
  • Later on, the guy who asked for Ouma’s number received a “Dice” virus on his phone, which then transferred to his computer, rendering both useless.
  • All in a day’s work for Ouma.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • Saihara’s surprised by their forwardness.
  • Out of everyone here, they chose to ask him out?
  • Disregarding the unknown variables that led to him being asked out, there was also the fact that he was sitting right next to you. On a date. With you.
  • Maybe he should make it more clear that the two of you are together..?
  • After a pause, Saihara reached over and held your hand.
  • “Um… come on, let’s finish out our date at home, okay?” He said to you, shying away from the person standing in front of him.
  • The two of you walked away hand-in-hand
  • You couldn’t help but giggle.
  • “Wow, I’m glad that’s not how you reacted when I asked you out.”
  • Saihara laughed weakly. “Yeah… let’s talk about something else.”

Kaito Momota

  • The two of you were stuck on a ride with four other people. It had been a fun day at the amusement park, and Momota was telling you all about the kind of “rides” astronauts-in-training would use.
  • One of the women across from you interrupted Momota all of a sudden. “Wow, are you an astronaut? That’s amazing! You seem like the kind of guy anyone would be lucky to have!”
  • “Uhh…. okay,” was all he said.
  • “Why don’t you come sit with me?” she continued. “I’m single, by the way. And you’re just my type.”
  • Momota was a bit ticked off by this. “Sorry, I don’t think so. See, I’m taken, by the way. And you’re not my type.” He gestured to you. “They are,”
  • The woman was struck silent, and that was that. 
  • Momota returned to your conversation. This time, though, he kept his arm wrapped around you. And he didn’t move it until you were able to exit the ride.


  • “Hey, good-lookin’… Can I have your number?”
  • Kiibo stared blankly at the woman who’d asked him that - totally unprepared for her question. Then he shook his head firmly.
  • “….I apologize. I do not know you. Good-bye.” He then walked right past her, pulling you along and unintentionally snubbing the woman in question.
  • You start laughing. “Kiibo, that girl was flirting with you. She wanted your number so she could get to know you, not because she already knew you.”
  • “Oh?” Kiibo was unconvinced. “In any case, I would not date anyone other than you. So why should she bother?”
  • You shrug. “Because people only think about themselves sometimes?”
  • “Fair enough.”

Gonta Gokuhara

  • The two of you were at a nice sit-down diner for a casual date. Things were going well, as always, but you noticed that the waitress was trying to hit on your boyfriend the entire time.
  • She would wink at him, speak only to him, ask him if there was ‘anything special she could get just for him’, laugh at almost everything he said, the list went on and on. She even asked to feel the muscles in his arm and gushed about how handsome he was.
  • Honestly you’d be ticked if it wasn’t so hilarious.
  • Because although Gonta was a perfect gentleman to her, he did not give two shits about engaging her in the slightest. He would respond to her politely, and then immediately go back to talking to you. He was focused on you the entire time, and the waitress nearly ran herself ragged trying to get his attention. But he just wouldn’t give it to her.
  • You made sure to take Gonta’s arm as you walked towards the door. The waitress was giving you the evil eye from where she was standing at the front. You only smiled at her in reply.
  • It was a flawless victory in your book, and Gonta was unawares the entire time.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • Some fucko was trying to chat Hoshi up right in front of you
  • He was utterly disinterested, didn’t even reply to them at first, but after they refused to stop…
  • Hoshi stared at them before decisively stating: “I could cleave your head off with one swing.”
  • Well, they didn’t take Hoshi seriously before, but he said it so seriously -
  • They laugh weakly and scurry away.
  • “Pfft- Well, that just happened,” you say.
  • Hoshi just shrugs. He’s used to it by now.
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Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2465

Originally posted by bwipsul

“Hyung?” Jimin whispered as he peeped his head from behind the bedroom door. It wasn’t surprising to see a blanket burrito stuffed with only the most premium of geniuses: Min Yoongi. All that was needed was a side of guac.

“Hyung, are you awake?” With every step Jimin took, the ground beneath him creaked just slightly. From within the encased ball of cloth annoyed groans could be heard,

“Does it look like I’m awake?” A small tuft of black fluffy hair and the tired, irritated face of its owner could be seen from a teensiest of holes that breached his fortress. 

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Dying Wish - Part 1

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Alan Deaton, Derek Hale, Hayley, Reader.


You were dying. No one wanted to say it, it would become reality if it was said out loud, but you knew. Scott’s girlfriend, Hayley, was dying too. The pack did everything in their power to save you.

You were sat on Hayley’s couch, eating snacks. It was a regular Sunday night, the night you two tried to hang out by yourselves. You called it ‘Anti-Supernatural Sunday.’

“Popcorn or tortilla chips?” She yelled from the kitchen, adding to your heap of food on the couch.

“Ummm…both!” You replied, pulling up your favorite show on Netflix.

She laughed and the popcorn in the microwave. “Hey, I invited Scott. That’s fine right?” She looked at you for confirmation and you nodded.

“Of course its fine. Scott’s quiet, harmless.” You smiled at her as she returned with the popcorn.

She sat down and you both grabbed handfuls of popcorn, starting your show.

You were both werewolves, Hayley was turned when she was 13 on a camping trip. You were turned about a month ago, still trying to learn the ropes. You turned during a fight, you’d been hurt really badly and you were having a hard time breathing. Stiles begged Scott to turn you. He said he couldn’t lose anyway else. So, Scott turned you.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” You yelled and looked at the door behind you.

“Hey!” Scott entered, Stiles behind him.

“So much for Scott being quiet and harmless.” Hayley mutters to you and you laugh.

“We brought snacks?” Scott says after hearing Hayley.

Hayley laughs and waves them in. “You’re good men.”

They both sat down and the four of you had a good time.

The next day at school you’d had a terrible migraine. You walked around school with blurry vision and your entire head felt as if it would explode.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You heard Liam ask and you leaned against the locker beside his.

“No. I haven’t had a headache since before I turned.” You sighed and rubbed your head as he looked at you.

“Why don’t you get Scott to take some of the pain?” He asks and you shook your head.

“Hayley has a headache too, I want her to feel better first.”

A look of concern washed over his face. “Hayley has a headache too?” You nod and sigh. “What about Scott and Stiles?” He asks.

“No, we just figured we probably ate something earlier that made us sick.” You stand up straight and look at Liam as he nods. “I should go, I have to talk to Scott.”

“Bye, Y/N!” He shouts as you leave.

You approach Scott and he winces as you walk up. “You too?” He asks as you look up in confusion.

“How do you know?” You look at Hayley and Lydia and they shrug.

“I can sense it…” Scott grabs his phone from his back pocket. “I’m going to call Deaton. I have a bad feeling about this.” He walks away with his phone.

“It’s just a headache.” You say to Lydia and Hayley.

“I don’t know…” Lydia says. “I feel bad about it too.”

You throw your arms up in the air as Stiles approaches. “Great. The banshee senses it, that means I’m dying.” You sigh and throw your head back.

“Not necessarily.” Lydia says in defense as Scott comes up behind Stiles.

“We uh..we should go.” Scott says somewhat frantically.

“Why?” Hayley asks as she meets his gaze.

“Have either of you thrown up?” He questions and you both nod. “What color was it?”

“Jesus, Scott.” Stiles groans and looks at his best friend.

“What? It’s important.” Scott gives him a look.

“Black.” You say quietly and Hayley nods.

“Me too…”

“Why does it matter?” You ask as Scott grabs your arm and Hayley’s hand.

“We just need to get to Deaton.” He pulls you outside, Lydia and Stiles jogging behind you.

“Can I ask what’s going on here?” Lydia mutters as you all pile into Stile’s Jeep. Scott explains the situation as you drive to the veterinarian.

You all walk inside, Deaton waiting for you at the door. “Y/N, Hayley. Nice to see you.” You smile slightly, the pain in your head getting worse. “Come on back.” He says and he leads the five of you to an exam room.

“Who’ve you had over to your house recently besides your friends?” He asks Hayley.

She shakes her head. “No one…just Y/N, Stiles, and Scott.” You all exchange glances.

“I think you’ve both ingested wolfsbane.” He says as he looks in a cabinet.

“Wolfsbane…” You say slowly. “How?”

Deaton stands up. “It’s fairly easy to hide. You can put it in someone’s water supply, slip it in food.”

“What does this mean?” Scott asks as he looks at us.

Deaton holds up a bottle before tossing it to Scott. “This will slow down the wolfsbane.”

Scott furrow his brow. “Stop it from what?”

Deaton crosses his arms. “Reaching the heart.”

The room falls quiet. No one know what to say. If the doesn’t find a cure you and Hayley will die.

“Can I ask the question no one’s asking?” Stiles holds a finger up and everyone looks at him. “Who the hell poisoned Y/N and Hayley?”

No one had wondered because no one thought this was as serious as Scott did.

“I know what to do.” Scott mutters. “I know what to do!” He says as he runs outside, dialing a number on his phone.

Stiles throws his hands up. “Anyone have an answer..? No? Okay.”

“Didn’t Scott get hit with a wolfsbane bullet last month?” You mention, everyone’s eyes on you.

“Yeah…no one knew where it came from.” Lydia adds.

Scott runs back inside. “Derek is on his way.” Scott pulls a leaf from inside the bottle Deaton gave him and hands it to Hayley, he does the same for you.

“Leave the whole thing on your tongue. It’ll dissolve.” Deaton says and Stiles looks at him, confused.

“You just gave them an oral solution to wolfsbane ingestion.” He rolls his eyes.

“Stiles, do you know what to do here?” Deaton asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I uh-…I mean…You could…What ab-…no. I don’t have a solution.” Stiles mutters and Deaton chuckles.

“What’s going on?” Derek asks as he walks in and Scott explains. Derek falls silent and worry washes over you. “I know where to go for help…but it’s a long ride.” You all look to him, waiting for an explanation. “New York.”

Stiles groans, “We have to go across the freakin’ country to get an answer?”

Derek shakes his head. “I do. You don’t.” Scott looks to him and Derek nods at him. “I’ll take care of this.”

Waking Up in Vegas

Part 1  Part 2

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: The reader spends a wild weekend in Vegas with her best friends, but what happens in Vegas doesn’t necessarily stay there.

Word Count: About 2.3k

A/N: Sooo this is my first time writing a rpf or anything outside the Teen Wolf and Supernatural fandom, but let me know what you think because this makes me nervous!

Tagging: @imaginebeinghamiltrash

Originally posted by fuckyeahdaveeddiggs

There’s no need for this gif, I just like it.

The sun was shining through the window punishing me for whatever I did the night before or to remind me why I should’ve refused that sixth shot. Judging by the intensity of my brain pounding against my skull, it must have been seven. As soon as I had any strength to pull my eyes open, I quickly squeezed them shut once more. Maybe I could try again later, when my head doesn’t feel like it could explode at any moment.

The night before, I went out with my best friends, Gina and Ava, we ran into another group of friends who were visiting from out of town as well and became our drinking buddies for the night.

I was still in Vegas.

I reached down, to pull the covers over my shoulders and tugged slightly.

A sharp intake to breath, followed by a groan came from under me, “Highly doubt that’s what you’re looking for”

Finally realizing the “blanket” was a grown man and my hand was still between his legs, I jumped to the other side of the mattress, lost my balance, and fell off the bed entirely. Somehow I managed not to scream.

“Are you alright?”, he panicked making his way to my side to help me

He pulled me up, reassuring me that everything was fine. There was very little space between us. Bits and pieces of the night before resurfaced as I got a good look at his face. Running into him and his two friends, taking shots as a group, bar hopping, then separating ourselves from everyone else. In the corner of the bar, we ignored the world around us and made out like teenagers.

The more I remembered about being on my own with him, the faster the blush spread across my cheeks. We were standing next to the bed, staring at each other like the night before as if nothing else mattered in this moment except the two of us. I finally averted my gaze and looked down. If my blush wasn’t bad before, it most certainly was worse now.

We were both still naked.

I jumped back grabbing the blanket to cover up and squeezed my eyes shut.

“You’re not wearing any clothes”

“And neither are you”, he laughed as he found his boxers to put on, “It’s not like we didn’t see it all last night”

“Do you even remember anything?”, I asked nervously shifting back and forth

“We ran into you and your friends and bar hopped. Around the time we reached the third bar, things got a little fuzzy. You can look now”

“Do you remember the dancing?”, I asked as I began searching for my bra

He pulled it from under his jeans on the ground and tossed it to me, “We didn’t dan…oh. I asked you to dance and surprisingly you said yes”

“We drank..a lot. You shouldn’t be that surprised”, I stated as I motioned for him to turn around so I could put it on

Our clothes were thrown all over the floor and furniture, a bottle of champagne knocked off the table along with a lamp, a bouquet of flowers were scattered across the floor, and a condom wrapper was on the nightstand.

My heart was beating out of my chest as I took him in. He was gorgeous to say the least. A knowing smirk spread across his face and I felt my cheeks burn from embarrassment for a second time.

What if they’re still asleep?”, a voice mumbled from behind the door

Then we wake them. We do have to get back home you know”, another said

They knocked three times before they hesitantly pushed the door open.

“Daveed? (Y/N)?”, a man I recognized as one of his friends stepped in with his hands over his eyes, “Are you up yet?”

“Rafa, put your hand down. We’re decent”, he answered

“Thank God”, Rafa sighed as he moved his hand away and looked at the state of the room, “Seems like someone had an eventful night.”

“One that we can’t seem to remember entirely”, he mumbled

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to that third bar”, Ava said as she walked into the room, looking around the same way Rafa did

We all nodded in agreement.

“Adrienne and I are gonna get dressed in our room. After that we’re all going out for breakfast…brunch…we’re going out to get food! So be ready”, Rafa said as he turned to leave the room

“Those flowers weren’t here when we got the room, right?”, Ava finally asked

Rafa turned on his heel and marched right back in, eyeing the floor, “Aww Diggs that’s so romantic”, he cooed

“Get out”, he laughed as he threw a pillow at him

I don’t remember much, but I definitely don’t recall getting flowers either.

Daveed sat next to me, across from us, Rafa sat next to Adrienne, while Gina sat across from Ava. Gina was chatting animatedly about our upcoming proposal for work, but I could barely hear what she was saying. Daveed and I were in our own little world, talking about what ever came to mind.

His gaze never left mine and that shy smile never wavered.

What I would give to remember the rest of the night I spent with him. His eyes lingered on my lips for all of two seconds before Rafa started to call our names.

“Attention lovebirds!”, he laughed along with everyone else, “Our food is here”

We both looked at the plates in front of us, wondering when it got there. We were so caught up in each other, we never noticed. He gave me another shy grin before picking up his fork and directing his attention to his food.

“Are you excited for your proposal (Y/N)?”, Adrienne asked after a moment of silence

“What proposal?”, Daveed nearly choked, “I didn’t know you were here for a wedding"

“Smooth”, Rafa mumbled as Adrienne began to laugh at the expense of her friend

“No. Gina and I are working on something to get Tollville Industries to sign with our marketing company. If we get them to sign, the company gets more recognition and of course money, but we get–”

“Promotions!”, Gina sang, “And on top of that I get to see my girlfriend everyday because we’ll finally be working in the same building!”

“We live together”, Ava said as she tried not to smile

But their grins said it all. All three of us were beyond excited and terrified for this presentation. If we fail, our boss, who didn’t have any faith in us in the first place, will never let us hear the end of it. We needed this more than ever.

The excitement seemed to be rubbing off on the rest of the table as they begin to smile as well.

“That sounds amazing. Isn’t Tollville one of the top industries for–”

“Yup. Which is also why this may be one of the most terrifying moments of my life”, I mumbled

“You’ve got this. There’s plenty of time to prepare. It can be terrifying when you have all eyes on you, but trust me you forget about it soon enough and all is well”, Daveed said softly

“Is this coming from a previous experience?”

“Experiences”, Rafa chimed in, “We’ve been running this workshop that’s a cross between poetry and theater. We do performances all the time”

The rest of conversation went on about their workshop, how they put it all together, and how they met and became friends in the first place. Daveed’s smile started waiver once the check came. Our time together was coming to an end.

A part of me wanted things to work out, but this was a one night stand there’s nothing to it. You have your fun, say your goodbyes, and move on with your life. This may have been my first one, but I’m sure I know how they work. And that’s what I needed to do given that he lives on the west coast and I live in New York.

After leaving the restaurant, Rafa and Adrienne said their goodbyes and waited for Daveed.

“I guess I can’t say ‘I’ll see you around’ then”, he said softly

“I guess not”

He looked at me and smiled. The look in his eye told me he had something to ask, but couldn’t get it out.

“What?”, I asked

“This was just supposed to be a one night stand. I know this, but I want to ask for your number anyway”, he paused, “If that’s alright with you”

I grinned as I pulled a pen from my purse and scribbled my number on his wrist.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around”, I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek, “Bye Daveed”

“Goodbye (Y/N)”

We went our separate ways with them heading back to their hotel while we headed to the airport. I knew this could be a risk, but there was no harm in being just friends, right?

Three Weeks Later

I hadn’t heard anything from Daveed since we left Vegas, which I chose to keep in the back of my mind. Getting this proposal prepared for next week has slightly taken over my life. The late nights and early mornings with Gina and Ava started getting to me by the time Wednesday rolled around. At least today was Friday and I had two hours left.

I finished the rest of my coffee, which did little to wake me up. Trying to resist the urge to throw my computer through the window proved to be a challenge given my sleep deprivation and apparent immunity to caffeine.

The research I was conducting had hit a dead end just as my office door was pushed open.

“(Y/N)!”, Greg chirped, “You’re still here, great! I need you to get all the info from the meeting we were in not too long ago. Margaret took notes on it and it’s a mess, no one understands it. So I need you to organize all of it, tables, charts, the whole nine”

“That was from three weeks ago. Why doesn’t Margaret just organize it herself? They are her notes”, I said trying to keep myself in check

“(Y/N), you’re not listening. I told you to do it. Besides I gave Margaret the rest of the day off”, he grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing, “Make sure it’s emailed to me by midnight tonight. Have fun”, he sang as he practically pranced out my office

It was now four o’clock. I was supposed to get off at five, yet here I am organizing someone else’s notes because my boss is a dick.

Maybe I should keep my computer and just toss Greg out the window instead.

I grabbed Margaret’s notes off and got to work. By five everyone, including Greg, were leaving the building. I was nowhere near finished.

“Make sure everything is on my desk by Monday morning so we have time for practice runs”, Gina grinned, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be getting off at five too?”

“Not anymore”, I groaned, “Greg decided that I needed to organize Margaret’s notes from that meeting from three weeks ago because no one can understand them. It’s damn near twenty pages and she has the tiniest handwriting I’ve ever seen!”

“That bastard can’t do that!”, she said as she started to remove her coat, “Give me some of her papers. We’re gonna get this finished so you can get home and sleep”

“Gina, that won’t be necessary”, Greg said, magically weaseling his way into my office, “This is a solo project for (Y/N). You two have been so busy working on your little project, that you seem to forget that you have actual work to do. Leave (Y/N) be, she can handle it herself. If she can’t, then I don’t understand the purpose of us hiring her in the first place”

She shot a glare at Greg before making her way out the office. As Greg made his way out, he gave me a sickening grin. I should have thrown him out the window when I had the chance.

By nine thirty, I ran out the office after emailing Greg what he needed. If I didn’t get a drink, food, and some sleep soon, there would be hell to pay.I grabbed all my things, practically running out the building to be free for the weekend.

After getting the mail, I made my way into my apartment, kicking my heels off in the process. As the stress of the week started to dissipate, there was finally enough energy to go through the bills. One envelope stood out from the rest. It was the size of a normal sheet of paper, with an address from Las Vegas. It was probably a bill from the way we left the hotel room.

Reading the address was all it took to get my mind on Daveed again. There’s no reason I should be thinking of his warm brown eyes or that shy smile that made me feel things I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be smiling and thinking about him, when I know he isn’t thinking of me. He asked for my number and never called. Lesson learned I guess.

I opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. It had a gold embellishments with the names being the only thing written in cursive, but everything else could be read clear as day. A part of me thought it was sent to the wrong house until my eyes landed on my name along with the same man I met before leaving.

‘This certifies that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Daveed Diggs were joined in marriage before witnesses. This day, November 18, 2017’

‘Witness: Ava Nichols’

‘Witness: Rafael Casal’

Holy shit.

The Third Rule

Based on the one word prompt “Party” sent in by @bailci (ty!!). Happy Valentine’s Day (especially to my fellow single people spending today with fictional people instead of real ones. you rock). You’re all wonderful and I love you all so much <3

Summary: When Nico reluctantly goes to a Valentine’s Day party with Hazel, she sets three rules for him to follow if he wants for her to agree to take him home after an hour. The first two are easy enough, but the third one poses a bit more of a problem, due to the fact that Nico really isn’t sure how the whole flirting thing is done.

Word Count: 2735

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“Alright, I have three rules,” Hazel announced as she parked the car.

Nico rolled his eyes. “I thought you promised tonight would be fun.”

“These are fun rules.”

“There’s no such thing.”

She leaned over to punch his shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. “Hush. Now, rule number one is that you have to actually try to enjoy yourself, okay? You’re not allowed to give up before you’ve started. Again, we can leave after an hour if you really don’t want to be here anymore but you have to try. Got it?”

Nico nodded resignedly.

“Good. Rule number two: Limit the alcohol.”

Nico raised his eyebrows. “And by that you mean no alcohol?”

Hazel sighed, biting her lip. “No, and if this doesn’t show you how desperate I am for you to have fun then I don’t know what will. But yeah, someone’ll have brought a keg or something and I’ve made the questionable decision to let you have some.”

“You know, last time I checked, I was the older one.”

She punched him again. “Yeah, but I’m the wiser one.”

He scoffed but let her continue.

“Right, so you’re close enough to twenty-one that I’m willing to turn a blind eye to you having a little to drink, but there’s no way you’re getting anywhere past tipsy, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at that.

“Alright, then. Rule number three, and this is an important one, Nico: I swear to God, if a cute boy starts flirting with you, you are absolutely required to flirt back.”

Nico frowned, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, you’re lucky I’m going easy on you.”

“Easy?” Nico asked, incredulously.

“Yes, if I were a little bit meaner then I’d require that you be the one to initiate the flirting.”

Nico just shook his head. “Fine, whatever.”

Hazel grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Good! Let’s go!”

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Always Mine - Chapter 16


A/N: So my muse for this chapter decided to make a reappearance! So here is the second part of episode 11. I really hope you guys like it. Next chapter will be Negan’s reaction to Katherine running off and he say’s something surprising for stay tuned for chapter 17 that hopefully will be out on Thursday!

Katherine twisted her hands together as she sat on the exam table in Carson’s office. Negan was leaning against the wall across from her as they waited for the doctor to come in. He noticed the way she was twisting her hands as well as how her shoulder’s were a little tense.

“What the fuck are you nervous about, Doll?”

Katherine looked over at him and shook her head.

“I’m not.”

Negan rolled his eyes.

“Now that, is a fucking lie, and you of all fucking people know I hate it when I’m fucking lied to. So tell me, what the fuck has my Kitty Kat so tense?”

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Anon Request: I so I was wondering if u could request a Bucky smut/ imagine? So Y/N has been noticing that Bucky (boyfriend) and Nat (one of her bff beside Wanda) have been avoiding her, she come home to her and Bucky’s apartment, sees them in bed together, breaks up with Bucky. The rest of the Avengers completely shun Bucky and Nat. After a couple months Bucky tries to make up with y/n, they have epic makeup sex and live happily ever after Thx❤️❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader,

Word Count: 3073

Warnings: SMUT, Angst

Notes: Thanks so much to the anon that requested this. I had a lot of fun writing it. As I usually do with my requests. Enjoy!

“Okay, just stop (Y/N” You mentally repeated to yourself over and over again.

“It’s all in your head.”

You paced down the empty halls of the Avengers facility at 3 am. Your nerves were getting the best of you as they always did, and you weren’t sure if it was your instincts kicking in, or if you were just being delusional as you often felt you were.

You and Bucky had been dating for 8 months now, and things were going pretty good…For the most part. You knew getting into a relationship with the man formerly known as ‘The Winter Soldier’ wasn’t going to be easy. You knew there would sometimes be trust issues or barriers, but sometimes like any relationship, things just felt more difficult than they needed to be because of those issues.

Lately, you’d been fighting a lot. Most of it stemming from your own insecurities. He was often secretive, which lead you to think that maybe he was hiding things from you. Steve tried to reason with you saying that he was always kind of like that.  

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Genetics, Not Choice

A/N: Okay but this was so much fun to write holy crap. Sorry for the Iong plot, but sometimes I enjoy plots instead of pointless fluff. Hope you like it!
Des: You were just kidding around, honestly! But now that the cat’s out of the bag about Papyrus’ famous laugh being a genetic thing. Sans isn’t happy, but you sure as hell are. (Reader Insert)

You had noticed several times, but had never brought it up. The fact that Sans never full-on laughed, loudly or from his stomach never bothered you or gave you much concern. You figured that was just how Sans was. 

It was hard to make him laugh, surprisingly. He enjoyed making other’s laugh, telling stupid jokes or casting out puns every chance he got. If you cracked a joke or one of your friends made a pun, he’d simply chuckle or grin in amusement. 

Sure, a few times he’d strain from bursting out in boisterous laughter, you could tell by the way he bit his non-existent lip. Maybe he was just hard to break. You didn’t know and had never thought about it. You couldn’t deny that it would be great if you could break him, hear him laugh until he was in tears-but you didn’t push.

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anonymous asked:

37 with Nalu?

37: “Dance with me?”  (prompt from here)

inspired because I shoved an entire bite of cake into my mouth (lol, what diet?) when you sent this so it got a bit longer than I thought. 

For all his love of food, there’s one particular kind that he doesn’t love. Cake. Someone could argue that it stems from Erza’s fanatic love for strawberry cake and the constant near death experiences when someone has the audacity to mess with her cake, but, really, truly, he doesn’t like cake much. He’ll eat it, but it’ll never his first choice.

Thus, when his birthday came around the corner, he wasn’t quite sure what he expected Lucy to do. He would eat anything she made – even if his stomach rebelled at an experimental type of cooking she tried some weeks back – but he also knew that his Lucy had eyes like a hawk. She would know if he didn’t love the cake with the same gusto that he loved everything else. 

Solution? Hide in a pantry. The idea lasted all of five seconds before he realized her pantry had a glass door in which his bright hair stubbornly stood out and he yanked that as an answer. From across the room, Happy watched him with interest, his tiny claws tearing up a blanket Lucy had given him specifically to avoid ruining the wood furnishings of her room. “What are you doing, Natsu?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he mumbled, pulling a hand through his hair. He could just… leave, but then his traitorous thoughts reminded him of the look on her face when they talked about the year he left and he couldn’t subject either of them to the separation again. Especially not now and especially not over something as ridiculous as not liking cake. 

Thankfully, before an absurd form of logic convinced him of doing something ridiculous, the door to Lucy’s apartment swung open. Her blonde pony-tail swished as she used her hip to close it behind her, not at all surprised to see Happy and Natsu inside when she turned to face them. A bright smile crossed her face, causing her eyes to scrunch a little in the corners in a way that had him smiling back. 

“Hi Natsu, hi Happy.” They waved and Happy let go of his blanket, floating up in the air. “I made sure he didn’t break anything while you were gone, Lucy,” Happy told her solemnly. “It was a close thing though. I think I should get paid double.”

Natsu squawked in protest, but Lucy set her burdens on the table and handed over a bag with two fish over to the cat. “Very well, a deal’s a deal. Thanks, Happy.”

“Bye Natsu,” the cat said, his wings sprouting on his back as he fled out the window. Lucy waved at his retreating form before closing the window after him. 

“He insisted,” she explained.

“I know.” And he did. Happy liked being useful and if babysitting Natsu was one way to do it then Natsu wouldn’t complain about it. “So… what’s the plan?” He asked, trying to think of something to say; his tongue felt like lead and stuck to the roof his mouth, like he was working up the courage to kiss her for the first time again. Which was ridiculous because they had been together for months now and this wasn’t anything unusual – it was just their first birthday together. It deserved its own note on his timeline, but Natsu wasn’t sure how to do that, really.

“Dance with me?” Lucy asked, arching a brow.

“There’s no music.”

“That’s okay, c’mon, use your imagination,” she said, wiggling her fingers. Natsu relented, curling his hand around hers and drawing her to his chest, giving her a playful kiss that made her laugh. 

His hands dropped to her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck, swaying gently to music that neither could hear. Natsu relaxed into her arms after a moment, tension fading away with each little rock, the warm breath against his neck as she rested her head against his shoulder settling him. His worries over cake, over milestones, faded away. She hummed under her breath, a little melody that had no rhythm or reason that he could tell, and he grinned a little, knowing she wasn’t aware of doing it. She only ever did when she was content like this and happiness welled in his chest knowing that just a simple music less dance could inspire that in her. 

Her humming stopped and he found himself oddly disappointed when she pulled away. “Better?” Lucy asked, fingers playing with his hair absently. 

“Loads,” he admitted.

“Good.” She rose up on her toes, kissing him in that gentle way of hers, flooding him with warmth and sensation and words that he wouldn’t ever be able to say aloud with any sort of eloquence. Her lips quirked against his when he deepened the kiss, a pleasant warmth shooting through him as his hands traced their way up her body till he held her cheeks in warm, calloused hands. He nipped her lip gently, laughing with her as he pulled away to rest his forehead against hers. 

“So, do you want to have pie now?” 

“Pie?” He asked, confused.

“Well, obviously we have to fix your dislike of cake, but I figure you can get away with it this time,” she replied with a smirk that he kissed right off her lips. A breathy sort of sigh escaped her and this time, he was the one who grinned. 

Essays in Existentialism: Vegas

ModernAU Clexa. Clarke and Lexa are friends/strangers/enemies (You choose what’s more fitting with the story) and they go with their friends on a Partytrip to Las Vegas. The next day they both wake up in the same bed horribly hung over and… married.

The only things she could feel was how dry her mouth was and how hard her eyes were knit shut. Barring that, it took a moment for consciousness to seep into her existence. It spread slow and steady and with terrible results. Her head throbbed, actually, her brain throbbed, causing her head to feel as if it were ready to explode at any moment in a small little pop that no one would notice at all. Eyes remaining shut, Clarke tested her mouth, swallowed and felt the warm kind of pain ache through her stomach. Breathing hurt, moving hurt, so she remained still and tried to remember where she was or who she was or what she was, but even thinking was painful. 

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