im finally seeing him this summer after so many years of waiting


Contains :  bestfriend!junhui, SMUT !  


Member : Jun/Wen Junhui

Words : + 2,8k

Summary : Junhui was a cocky guy, that was for sure, but you never thought that he was that cocky, as you glare at your phone screen, a shaky finger pressing on the imagine of his smooth torso, his hand wrapped around his cock.

Originally posted by indigyu

A/N : For all my babies suffering from the lack of seventeen smut, there you go ! + I’m writing this now instead of after my exams because I was revising and my friend sent me the video of Jun dancing to Who and yeah I couldn’t.
+ someone told me it was similar to other smuts and yes it is, I red other writings with the same plot so this smut is inspired by them

[11:06] you : jun, leave me alone

A sigh left your lips as you placed your phone beside you, trying to focus on the papers all over your desk. Fingertips rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes, trying to remember the things you were reading a few moments before. You hated it, you hated having to learn things by heart, just to recite everything like a robot in front of a teacher, as if it would prove that you were intelligent or something.

On top of that, your best friend was texting you non stop. You were already a pretty distracted person, but with him making your phone buzz every minute, it was even worst. He was a year above you, and didn’t have to pass any exams. His school year was over, and he was celebrating it tonight, in a party thrown by someone from his class.

But apparently, the party wasn’t that amazing, since it seemed like he wasn’t leaving his phone to go grind on some girl.

 [11:07] junhui : talk to meeeee :(
[11:07] you : omg jun why are you like this, leave me alone
[11:08] junhui : its boring without you :(

A laugh escaped your lips, he was probably at least a bit tipsy. See, Jun was your best friend, but you both had this thing were you acted like you hated each other. But when alcohol was running in his system, Jun was the first to spill his feelings, and it was always so rewarding to see his face the day after when you red him his drunk texts.

[11:08] you : you know i have my last test soon
[11:08] you : are you already drunk ? its not even midnight omg
[11:09] junhui : no shit i fucking know you have a test
[11:09] junhui : i cant believe you left me like that

You rolled your eyes at his text, before typing. Yeah, you could understand him. You two were ready to leave, because you were supposed to go with him, but you decided to stay at the last minute, quickly leaving your tight dress for your large pyjama shirt.
Jun had tried to convince you to go with him, after all, the test was only in a week, but you didn’t want to waste time partying while you could use this time to work.

[11:10] you : dont be like this, you know its an important test
[11:10] you : go dance or something, we’ll have all summer to party together
[11:11] junhui : i dont want to dance :( :( :(
[11:11] you : im gonna study byyye

For a moment, the boy stopped texting you, and you thought that maybe he was finally dancing and having some fun. Going back to your notes, you tried to memorize everything, repeating the important points to yourself.
A tired smile stretched your lips when you finally got everything right, moving to the next text. Rolling your eyes, you groaned, seeing how long the plan you had to memorize was, and how depressing the text was, talking about how Humans were damned no matter what.

You took a deep breath, sitting comfortably before starting reading every point, then, your phone buzzed again.

[11:25] junhui : hi
[11:26] junhui : answer me
[11:27] junhui : y/n
[11:27] junhui : :(
[11:28] junhui : i wont stop until you answer
[11:29] junhui : thats the worst party ive ever seen
[11:30] junhui : and i cant even leave because mingyu is the one driving
[11:30] junhui : plus im kind of drunk
[11:30] junhui : wow i cant believe you did this to me
[11:31] you : omg wen junhui ill kill you

You sighed, he wasn’t going to leave you alone, you had to navigate between answering him and revising, rolling your eyes, maybe going to the party was a better idea.

[11:31] junhui : i like when you call me by my full name thats hot
[11:31] you : wtf you have weird kinks
[11:32] junhui : wow cant believe my best friend is shaming me for my kinks !
[11:33] you : find mingyu, maybe he will drive you home
[11:33] junhui : nah i saw him going upstairs with some random girl
[11:34] you : gross
[11:34] junhui : i cant believe u did this to me
[11:35] you : omfg junhui how many times are you going to say that ?
[11:35] junhui : until you apologize ???
[11:36] you : fuck you this exam is more important than an obviously shitty party

You breathed, all your focus now on the coversation with your best friend. He would distract you anyway, and you wouldn’t be able to get any work done, so what was the point. Giving a last look at the pile of paper, you moved from your desk to your bed, trying to find a decently cold spot.

[11:37] junhui : ohmy god your test is in a fucking week
[11:38] you : fuck its just a party why are you getting mad about it ?
[11:38] junhui : because
[11:39] you : you’re a child
[11:39] junhui : whatever
[11:40] you : omg

You growned, dropping your phone on your side, your arm resting on your eyes. He didn’t respond, and it was for the best, when Jun was drunk, he could either be super whiny for nothing, or super angry for nothing, and you would rather stop talking to him for the night than have a conversation with an angry stubborn guy.

The summer night was growing hotter, your shirt starting to stick to your body. Tugging at it to let some air hit your skin, you thought for a moment that Jun finally gave up, maybe finding someone to drive him home.

[11:55] junhui : im in the bathroom
[11:57] you : k
[11:57] junhui : i have a boner
[11:58] you : dID I ASK

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, drunk Jun could be either way super whiny, super angry or super horny, yeah you forgot about that.
See, another thing in your friendship was how comfortable both of you were when it came to sex. Junhui was already super comfortable talking about it, and so, you grew more and more confident talking about it with him. That was one of the few things you were grateful for.

[11:59] you : go get some girl to grind on i’m studying

You lied, hoping and praying god that you couldn’t have to deal with a drunk and horny Junhui.
A few moments passed, and again, you thought that he was out of the bathroom dancing on some girl, because you knew that a lot of them were willing to do it. It wasn’t news that Junhui was pretty popular, his delicate features and sweet voice were enough for a lot of girls, but he also had amazing hands, and those thighs, god, the result of years of dancing.
In addition to all of this, the way his hips moved was sinful. You remember seeing him dancing to one the songs he made with his friends, his hips moving slowly, his hand resting on his thigh, so close to his crotch.

Yeah, these were one of these days where you asked yourself, how the fuck do I even contain myself. 

After moving his hips, you remember his eyes finding yours before he started body rolling, his shoulders broad, toned stomach moving.
And it wasn’t all, the choregraphy continued again until his hands made contact with the floor, supporting himself as he fucking grinded on the floor, powerful thrusts over the floor, and you cursed under your breath.

You couldn’t admit it to yourself, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his body moved, and you blamed it on sexual frustration, yeah that was it.

But more and more, your breath strated inching everytime he got closer, or when his hands got too adventurous, because he also wasn’t helping it.
But soon, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t think about your best friend in such ways, it was weird. You were making it weird at least.

[00:05] junhui : sent a video

Your thoughts got cut by the sound of your phone, your hand grabbing it before tracing your password, and your fucking mind went blank.

Your eyes stayed glued to your screen, blinking a few times, before checking again the name of the contact, yeah that was Jun.
Your troath was dry, and you tried to swallow the built of saliva.

The thumbnail was enough to leave you breathless, and even more sweaty.

Fuck, what was that for ?

You unconsciously licked your lips, your eyes fixed on the image.

Jun’s was sitting in what looked like a bathroom, his black jeans tugged to the middle of his muscular thighs, his black shirt riding up, revealing a parcel of his skin. His hand was wrapped around his cock, tip already red, several rings hugging his fingers. You couldn’t see his face, the image cut to his sweaty neck, but you could understand that his head was thrown back.

You cursed under your breath, a shaky finger pressing on the message, the image filling your screen before starting.
And it started right away, the boy’s hand slowly pumping up and down, his thumb stopping to collect the drop of precum. Touching his sensitive head, you heard a hiss, your mouth falling agape, waiting for more, and it stopped.

Your eyes widen, still locked on the screen, before catching the small three dots on your phone.

[00:06] junhui : fuck, im so hard
[00:06] junhui : help me

You looked up from your screen, as if someone would suddently appear at the end of your bed to help you in this situation.
Your heart was pounding, what the fuck were you supposed to do ? He sent it like it was the most normal thing to do.

And fuck, you wanted to run away from your phone and hide, but on the other hand, your eyes were still glued to the small picture, your mind replaying the faint hiss.

[00:07] junhui : y/n
[00:08] you : you can’t send things like that omg
[00:08] junhui : omfg its okay youre my best friend
[00:08] junhui : just help me
[00:08] junhui : please

“Best friends”, was that a common thing to send nudes to your best friend ? You took a deep breath, before typing again, what the fuck were you getting yourself into.

[00:09] you : what the fuck do you want me to do
[00:09] you : you have a fucking boner its not my fault youre a horny fuck
[00:10] junhui : sent a vocal

You rolled your eyes, taking your headphones before playing the audio, and your heart sank. It started with a clear, deep moan, you could hear that he was trying to stay quiet, before muffling it, the sound of his hand moving in the background was faint, and he started talking. God, his voice was raspy, low, breathless, “What do you mean it’s not your fault ? I have a fucking boner because of you, fuck- That dress looked so good on you.”

Your breath grew uneven, catching your lip between your teeth. A breathy moan fell from his lips, probably picturing you in the dress you were wearing earlier, “And fuck- d-did you really have to start taking it off in front of me ?” You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered taking the straps off in front of him, letting him see a bit of your bra, but you couldn’t imagine that it had such and effect on him.

“God, please, send something, a picture, anything, I don’t care.”, he moaned, before ending the audio. You eyes widen, a picture ? Fuck, you wanted to continue whatever was going on, feeling the familiar discomfort between your legs but you really didn’t know how to take it.

Eventually, you moved your phone, stretching your arm above your head, opening the camera. Your moved to lay on your back, bending your knee up as your other hand tugged your shirt upwards, enough to show the right of your bra and your panties.

It was the exact same bra that Jun saw as you took your dress off earlier, the lacy black bra un panties hugging your body. You quickly took the picture, cutting it after your lips, your lower lip rosy after biting it, and you sent it.

[00:14] you : sent a picture

Biting your lip, you waited for his responce.

[00:15] junhui : fuck, you look so good
[00:16] junhui : sent a video

And this time, you didn’t hesitate to open the video, your breath stopping. Fuck, if he was touching himself while looking at a picture of you, you could to that too, right ? Your hand traveled down your stomach, letting your finger press on your clit, a gasp leaving your lips.
Keeping your eyes open, you watched as the video opened on your phone, Jun’s hand moving faster this time, and holy shit, he looked so big.
His tip was red, a groan coming from his chest as he moved the phone and,

“Oh my god.”, you cursed under your breath as you took your panties off, your digit spreading your wetness. You gasped as Jun moved the phone so you were able to fully see his hand pumping his cock and his face, and god, he look amazing.

His lower lip between his teeth, looking straight at his camera through the locks of his back hair. His mouth suddently fell open with a silent moan as his head fell backwards, letting you see his Adam’s Apple bobbing and the video ended.

Fuck, you were keeping those videos, for scientific reasons.

[00:18] junhui : are you touching yourself ?

Your finger started rubbing your clit, trying your best to reply, but you didn’t even know how, so you took another picture. Quickly opening the camera, you took another one in the same position, your hand clearly visible in the shot.

[00:18] you : sent a picture
[00:19] junhui : i knew it
[00:19] junhui : fuck, i wish you were here

And then, out of nowhere, your phone rang.

You didn’t hesitate long before you accepted the call, placing your phone on your pillow beside your head.

“Y/N.”, he breathed as your finger started to work faster.

“Jun.”, you wanted your voice to be as quiet as his, but it came out in a moan.

“Fuck, why did you have to stay home.”, he gasped, breathless.

“Why did you have to go to this party.”, you replied.

“Whatever, be fucking prepared when I come home.”, a broken moan fell from his lips as you cursed under your breath, your imagination running wild. You allowed a finger to enter your heat, your digit easily sliding in. You moaned, your other hand gripping your sheet.

“God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress.”, the sound of skin clapping grew quicker as he continued, “I wish I could feel your lips around me.”, he gasped, before continuing, “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth when I come home, won’t you ?”

You moaned, his words hitting your core, but he wasn’t having it, his cocky self coming back. “Words.”

You opened your mouth, breathing heavely before answering, “Yes.”

“Yeah.”, and he laughed out of pleasure, the sound ringing in your ears, adding another finger.

“I’ll make you feel so good.”, he purred, a long moan tumbling from his lips. “You’re touching yourself, right babygirl ? Fuck yourself with your fingers, curl them, imagine my fingers instand of yours.”, he rasped, clearly reaching his climax as he was finding it hard to talk.

And you did, curling your fingers and moving faster, picturing your best friend between your legs, your hips bucking against your hand.
Your moans grew higher, more and more frequent as you moved your hips.

“Are you gonna cum ?”, he asked, breathless, groaning as he tried to wait for you.

“Jun.”, you moaned, unable to give him an answer, feeling the knot in your stomach ready to explode.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”, he cooed, a broken moan filling your ears. “Come for me.”

And that’s all you needed, moaned, your back arching, a clear layer of sweat near your collarbones. Collapsing, you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes, trying to focus on what was going on on the other side.

A series of curse words mixed with your name tumbled from his lips, before he came on a long moan, gasping every now and then.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, trying to process everything, before letting a long sigh.

Both of you stayed silent for a moment, before Jun moved the phone, before speaking in a breathless voice.

“Wait for me, I’ll be here soon.”

Call Me By Your Name - Questions Masterpost

Okay my Darlings!! I have received so so so so many asks, Im compiling them into one long post.

This post does not do the movie justice. So I implore you to please go see the movie. It is a masterwork.

I also apologise if I have any details wrong – this movie is one big warm happy summer blur in my head.

Now unfortunately these are all going to contain various spoilers, so if you have a question please message me privately – more than happy to give you a spoiler free answer – or answer a question that I haven’t been asked yet.


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leave me be

summary; grundy comes back to town and throws of the balance of archies life. again

a/n; lets pretend the only thing wrong in riverdale is the fact grundy is there. i really just wanted to write a fic bashing on grundy this is barely an archie x reader fic lmao.

pairing; archie x reader, archie x grundy

words; 841

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

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anonymous asked:

Lori i'm sorry if this is too personal but can u tell us about your falling-in-love-story with your husband? I ship you both so much lmao

Love? I dont know her. Hes leaving me for 45 days for work and he goes on Wednesday and hes LEAVING for FORTY FIVE DAYS WTFFFFFFF????!!!!

Ugh…alright alright i met him in college in the spring of some semester ages ago, i saw him around. You know how you just see someone around sometimes? I had a very brief interaction with him in which maybe one or two words were exchanged and I NOTICED him, but i wasnt like “omg this guy is so hot i wanna date him,” it was more like “he is so quiet and so mysterious wtf what if he murders me in my sleep?”

He was intimidating, but i wasn’t about to be intimidated by people, i was lori. I’ve always been lori.

Anyway, fast forward to the summer of that year and i was online on one of a social networking site that has messaging capacity and i saw him and recognized him from that one time. So i am lori, right? Im not shy or nervous about talking to people so I messaged him and im like “hey i know you, without actually knowing you knowing you, but i know you, you know”

Anyway we became online friends. We chatted sometimes, but never saw each other again in person but we genuinely got along with each other. The first thing i noticed was that we were intellectually matched, which honestly is rare. Everyone is dumb. People are dumb. The average IQ is 100, people everywhere are DUMB, but this guy wasnt dumb.

I didnt know know his name. He went by some nickname online and too much time had already passed for me to ask him what his name was. He knew my name. Because i am lori and my hair was brightly colored, i spoke out in class, I was loud, i laughed loud, i was lori. He knew i was lori and he called me lori and i was like ‘fuck what is his name? This is terrible he’s a friend and i dont know his name!’

The next spring semester came, and i walked into a new class. It was a Physiological Psychology class and i sat down and kinda half watched the door because new classes are fun….like what if cute people come in that door omg, there are so many possibilities right?


So he came in and sat in the back. I immediately spun around and faced the front.

That night online neither of us mentioned a fucking thing about anything. Just like casual talking, nothing significant at all.

This went on for a long time. Maybe weeks. Until one day i walked in, no longer freaking out about this situation we were in where we were terrified to interact in person yet completely normal and comfortable talking online, i just walked into the class, sat in the seat i always sit in and waited for the professor to show up.

Of course i watched the door because i always watched until he came in and once i saw his long hair (he had long hair and looked like Dave Navarro if you know who that is) and he walked past the seat at the back that he usually sat in, walked to the end of my row and up it to the seat behind me, sat down and said “Hey.”

…..I still dont know his name.

But that kind of started it. It broke the ice and he and i would talk now, before class, after class, he would walk me to my car and make fun of the big dent i had on the side of it and i would call him a jerk for that.

I noticed that he would come earlier too. I was early to this class because i had a class before that, and then a long break and i would just sit in the hallway outside the class doing whatever i did, and he began showing up a little early and we would sit beside each other and talk about things.

It was nice. It felt new and we got along and we could talk easily with each other and it was beginning to bother me now that i didnt know his name.

We had a test in the class and the professor was handing back the scantrons upside down, he would call the persons name and they would raise their hand and he would pass it down the row. He was behind me and i paid extra attention now because i was on a mission and finally i hear a man’s name, i saw movement as he raised his hand and the paper came back. As it passed I flipped it over and looked and he failed the exam AND his name was Nick.

I remember i said “you dont look at all like a nick.” And he laughed and then saw that he failed and frowned with a sigh.

I dont even know how the “love” happened. But it happened quick and we kind of just stuck around each other sort of non stop after that. I also dont know when we started dating for real because we had already been spending so much time together and doing things together and of course i kissed him first because im lori and honestly this guy was quiet because he was an introvert and kinda shy but with this scary look about him that probably just had to do with the long hair and the beard. But it was okay because im outgoing enough for both of us.

God this was long….sorry heheheh

What is love?

Title: What is love?  [Chapter 1]

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut 

Characters: Im Jaebum | Got7 | Reader

Warning/s: None

Summary: Jaebum was your childhood friend. Both of you had a beautiful, strong bond. Like sister and brother after all your families practically saw each other every day. However, he entered in JYP to be a trainee and you was preparing for medical school. Since then both were only able to talk trough kakao talk, after a few years once he was stable as an Idol and you as Doctor, you guys decided that it was finally time to meet again. Having no idea what was about to come next. 

Author: Sakura Choi (me)

Words count:1.4k

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Broduce 101: Episode 9 (Quick Livestream Recap)

Firstly, I want to apologise for the lateness of this recap. I’ll try to be more timely for the remaining two episodes, I’m sorry.

This episode is all about the concept evaluations and the live performances for the next eliminations.

  • We start off in the Produce prison mansion, where BoA visits the waiting trainees. They’re always a bit starstruck with her lol
  • She reminds them this is the last elims before final 11, casts a degree of doubt about whether the cut off will be the top 22 ranks, then explains the voting system and benefits.
  • Although at this stage, these godawful live voting stages are increasingly important for the rankings, they continue to be stupid and easily manipulated in favour of the popular trainees regardless of their performances. I know this is supposed to be a true reality show or whatever, but the idea of giving a young audience more organised than Mnet so much power gives me a stress headache.
  • Anyway. The team that gets the most votes for their performance gets a 20,000 vote benefit and the trainee with the most votes gets a 100,000 vote benefit. The team with the most votes gets to perform at M!Countdown.
  • Each song has to have 7 members, and since Mnet’s crappy planning meant the trainees got split into teams before elims, they have to be reshuffled so every song has the same number of performers. 
  • In true Lord of the Flies fashion, the boys have the privilege of kicking out their own teammate by ranking their group from first to last. This means a chunk of them have spent a week rehearsing for a song they won’t perform 
  • The teams short of members pick from those trainees in order of highest ranking. Open, which has the most missing members has Kang Daniel pick first, followed by Showtime’s Yoon Jisung and finally I Know You Know Kim Taedong.
  • The kids from Oh Little Girl and Never get together to beg appeal to not be kicked out from their song
  • Never has Haknyeon saying he’ll work hard to keep his spot and not hold back the team
  • Minhyun says, flatly, ‘Yes. Hwaiting.’ 
  • Dead.
  • Most of them want to vote themselves as best to help their odds lol
  • Yoo Seonho, who is self aware: I don’t want to be first, I just want to be 7th. No wait. 6th? I should be confident.
  • Open has lost most of their team. They went from having Kim Seonglee to not having any main vocals to carry the song. They retained Baekho and Yongguk, so still not too shabby. 
  • Sidenote: Little Lee Woojin is so smol amongst his hyungs with that little yellow beanie. 
  • Oh Little Girl keeps their visuals and token singers Sewoon and Gunhee, which is smart considering how average the song is. They’ll need their fanvotes to win the Mnet performance so they kick out Moonbok. 
  • Sacrilege but c’est la vie.
  • Never retains their strengths with a good mix of popular and talented boys. This group had way too many competent trainees so it was a closer battle, I reckon. Emperor Hwang Minhyun’s picks in almost the exact order stay. 
  • Sungwoon and Lai Guanlin tie for 7th, and the top 6 vote between the two.
  • It ends with Sungwoon joining Seonho, Haknyeon, Youngmin for the cast out kids.
  • He’s embarrassed because he’s efficient and skilled but I’m significantly more bitter. As much as I like Guanlin, this is a bit disrespectful for someone like Sungwoon, who’s literally known for having everything but height. Even though Never doesn’t need too many vocally adept trainees, it’s the bandwagon song and therefore likely to have public appeal.
  • He’s cute though, straight up pandering to the Open team when they have to pick their new members by singing the song.
  • Open picks up Im Youngmin, Seonho and Hakneyon leaving Moonbok and Sungwoon for the next team.
  • Disrespectful, straight up.
  • Showtime has Yoon Jisung doing a startlingly accurate impression of Daniel before they chose Sungwoon for the high pitched vocals. 
  • Moonbok makes his way to IKYK’s practice room to join the underdogs, who’re excited to see Pocahontas hyung.
  • Oh Little Girl has a mournful bgm at rehearsals as they have to decide on final positions after eliminations. 
  • Minki has to work to secure broadcast minutes that Mnet has carefully avoided giving him by trying out for centre, and his teammates vote him in place, unseating Jihoon. 
  • Main vocal has Gunhee and Sewoon battling it out for the position. They’re both good choices - the demo singer even sounded like Sewoon, who hasn’t been main vocal even once despite strengthening the background vocals every mission. The team does pick Sewoon this time, fortunately.
  • Bae Jinyoung wants to be sub-vocal, and is worried about his falling rank. He’s not ambitious enough to try to be main vocal at least, but those vocal techniques confuse me with that inherent smooth tone. The kid is young, and can be easily improved though, maybe a few months of SM styled vocal boot camp?
  • Showtime has a still (rightly) pouty Sungwoon want to be centre in his new team. His whole team laughs, with co-HOTSHOT member Noh Taehyun cackling particularly loudly at his sheepish announcement. 
  • Auntie Jisung references Jessi from Unpretty Rapstar, yelling, ‘THIS IS COMPETITION,’ and pinches his nose bridge like the drama queen he is.
  • Centre nominees try the guitar stringing ‘killing part’ to appeal for the spot and Brave’s Samuel wins the spot. 
  • Sungwoon tries stealing the sticker out of sheer desperation OTL
  • Ah, I don’t like the song so much but this group has so many of my faves.
  • They actually start rehearsing and come to a realisation.
  • Noh Taehyun: The centre needs to be able to sing well too.
  • Kim Samuel, who is an extremely competent dancer by anyone’s standards, can’t sing above his speaking range. Again, easily fixed by a year or two of concentrated training. He’s only sixteen and his voice must have dropped like a summer ago
  • IKYK’s Kwon Hyunbin wants to be leader. The team votes him in over BNM Donhyun and he does Auntie Jisung’s clapping in celebration
  • Mnet, how many kids are you going to give the Sohye edit, this is getting out of fucking control.
  • Picking centre is particularly sad with most of the contenders well aware they’re going to be eliminated. They vote Taedong in, displacing poor Donghan.
  • Open team has Kenta, Seonho and Haknyeon do expression acting to appeal for centre. Kenta pulls a face to loosen his facial muscles before trying, and is embarrassed although he’s not bad. Haknyeon is good too.
  • Seonho can’t hit the notes and tries a vocal trick Shin Yumi taught the kids. This sort of stuff about the Cube chicks impresses me because they’ve really absorbed every learning opportunity on this show like sponges. They’re still far from debut ready and I wouldn’t want them to debut in BOI over the older trainees but it appeals to my Asian sensibilities to see them working hard if nothing else.
  • Baekho: You can’t ask someone to press down on your forehead on stage.
  • So it comes down to Jeju pig boy and Japanese puppy. 
  • Joo Haknyeon gets voted as centre and then struggles with everything. 
  • Pledis Dongho gets GodJonghyun edit, practicing with the kid to help him improve. He points out that Haknyeon’s confidence is far from being at par with his skill level.
  • Never team votes Emperor Hwang as centre over Guanlin. Not shocking, considering the difference in ability. 
  • Ong-ssi hits the nail on the head as always as they practice, pointing out that they don’t really have to deal with shuffling and learning of the song so rehearsals are smooth and quick. It also helps that most of them are highly competent.
  • There’s a bit about Ong Sungwoo being Mnet’s human slate. Cute. 
  • Also cute is Brand New Music’s Park Woojin finally being comfortable enough to be the kid he is, surrounded by hyungs. I found a subbed cut, which you can see here because I can’t do justice to this positive filler bit that I would be happy to see more of @mnet. 
  • Important takeaway - Sweet puppy Park Woojin and gang are being taught variety by Ong-ssi
  • Final concept performance day!
  • Far out, look at the bank the show is making with those crowds. Girls are easily the backbone of capitalism. It’s amazing considering how much effort the industry puts into putting women down.
  • Anyway, kpop legend tiny Queen BoA looks fire emoji in her red pantsuit.
  • Aw seeing the eliminated trainees always makes my soul ache. 
  • The composers are attending too. You gotta have all those unnecessary reaction shots am I right ha ha HA
  • The composers visit during rehearsals for a check in. Not many women there either lol Hashtag bitter female tears
  • Showtime gets primarily positive reactions at the check in. They have high energy while performing which suits the song’s up tempo disco vibe. Samuel’s vocal get a boost because his voice doesn’t waver.
  • The team’s live performance is enjoyable. The average skill ability in this group of trainees is also rather high. It looks very polished, and they all look like they’re enjoying the stage, which always makes me happy to see. 
  • Sanggyun, who receives his usual amount of absolutely no screentime, is memorable in my opinion. So handsome.
  • The choreo is fun more than complicated. Easy standouts are Auntie Jisung dancing Pick Me and the inclusion of RBW puppy Dongmyung’s warming up limb flapping dance. Samuel does well with the dance break, the Ardor and Able trainees remain excellent performers as always.
  • They all keep calling it their possible last stage and Auntie Jisung looks like he’s going to cry again. It hurts because it could be true. 
  • Probably the shortest screentime for the group with my personal faves. Deeply grateful as always, Mnet.
  • Next up is my top song pick for Concept evals, I Know You Know.
  • Their wardrobes are particularly pretty. Thank you stylists for Moonbok’s look.
  • At check in with the composers, they get a bit of shake down because of their lack lustre initial performance. I’m not surprised because Joombas is really high profile, someone who works with famous singers. The team has competent but not excellent trainees. 
  • Hyunbin’s been getting a good edit as he makes up for the effort for the first evals where Mnet basically shoved him off a cliff, with a GodJonghyun inspired leader attitude. 
  • It’s a bit annoying because good god don’t we have enough Brohyes. 
  • Still, I’d rather this than kids being thrown sacrificed to the netizen flames.
  • Product placement.
  • The final performance is good. Kim Yehyun’s voice wavers out of place at parts but sweet boy Seo Sunghyuk is unexpectedly very stable considering the very energetic choreo. Donghyun, Donghan and Taedong remain reassuringly good and completely ignored. Hyunbin’s voice doesn’t sound as out of place as it did last mission while Moonbok proves he’s capable of idol rap with his smooth delivery. The choreo is exhausting but none of their voices are strained (they also probably have their studio recorded tracks playing so this may not be a matter of skill)
  • Open is next up, with the boys looking unreasonably good in their black suits. 
  • Well, Daniel, Dongho and Kenta anyway. I take a minute to pray to the wardrobe team again. I’m not a Daniel fan in particular but my word, the boy looks fine
  • Haknyeon messes up with typical Mnet camera focus at pre-performance check in. The composers can’t even pick one standout trainee.
  • The team convene to re-discuss centre with Haknyeon not being about to live up to his desire and confidence. Again, lack of training and age comes into play here, but wanting to take on things he can’t handle yet is not helping him.
  • Center swaps to Kim Yongguk, who doesn’t even get a clear shot of his face for the occasion.
  • Haknyeon gets Sexy Bandit’s thumbs up of approval at recording, after working hard for his second consecutive redemption arc. 
  • It could be the editing, but Daniel hasn’t been a very effective leader this mission either.
  • Product placement.
  • They come to check out the stage during dress rehearsal with the bed and slick set.
  • Kenta: It’s rather adult (as far as I know, the word can mean dirty or sexy depending on context but I think adult sounds appropriate here).
  • I agree. Seonho’s too young for this one. 
  • With the song and choreo being handed to them being what it is, this performance was looking to be one of my more anticipated ones, but the boys do a great job too. Daniel comes off more as centre than Yongguk but I can’t fault him because he does a really good job. Kenta is a visual standout too
  • It could be the editing, but Yongguk fades among the others although he keeps up well enough. Seonho’s vocals are satisfactory considering where he started out, there are bits where his dancing is still slightly awkward though. Same with Haknyeon, which is strange because I thought that was his strongest field. He’s visibly out of sync at times, even to my tired eyes. Maybe he doesn’t practice to beats, because he had the same issue in Right Round
  • This may be Sexy Bandit Pledis Baekho’s stage though. He’s beyond reproach. I’d call him oppa if he wanted me to.
  • They get an encore chant!
  • Fully deserved, because both the song and their performance of it was debut group level.
  • Oh Little Girl next
  • A lot of visual hype kids here. Costumes are terrible though, bits and pieces from earlier performances and maybe Park Jihoon’s personal closet?
  • That song name though….
  • Jihoon does the aegyo I’ve seen from the cute Monsta X rapper. It’s cringey on him too.
  • At performance check in, the producers acknowledge that the song may well have been tailored to Sewoon. Bae Jinyoung makes a few mistakes though.
  • Cue mournful music and cuts of his confidence issues.
  • Sewoon helps him practice and he’s better at recording. Kids like this usually are. He definitely could be a competent idol singer if someone gives him focused help. 
  • In the practice rooms, Minki has some issues while rehearsing, and there’s friction between him and the younger kids. Jihoon leaves the room with a door slam that freezes the others, and they have to gather to talk because Jihoon feels like Minki is upset with him. 
  • This time Minki slams the door behind him as he exits.
  • Sewoon is getting visibly worked up at this conflict.
  • Is Mnet finally getting genuine drama footage without manipulative editing? 
  • No. It’s another one of those birthday camera pranks that Korean variety producers still think are entertaining. 
  • Gunhee comes in with a cake and you can see the tension melt out of Jihoon’s face and he smiles the most genuine smile I’ve seen since his first time ranking first. 
  • Lol Sewoon thinks the cake’s just for Jihoon and starts clapping until the trainees sing his name too. Cute.
  • Minki does his shoulder expanding thing for dress rehearsals at coach Shin Yumi’s request. Sewoon gets well deserved praise for his vocals and Bae Jinyoung gets his confidence boost since this is probably his team mission individual edit for the season.
  • The final performance is cute, easily carried vocally by Sewoon and Gunhee. The others are also good, no visible mistakes. The song is still rather average, the choreo elevated by the boys performing it. They’re all adorable, their good looks helping save the tragic outfits. Minki was an appropriate centre. Hyungseob pulled out a rose out of nowhere mid performance, which seems perfectly in character for the kid.
  • I wouldn’t seek the song out to listen to, it’s one of those throwaway b-sides on mini albums, but watching it this one time was really fun. This truly was Sewoon’s performance, it fit him well.
  • Kahi: Ai, cute~
  • Pretty much.
  • We get to the final performance, Never.
  • Hyuna visits the team to cheer them up at rehearsals and the boys are instantly distracted at the sight of her. Minhyun keeps practising while the boys start to greet, but later reassures the camera that he was excited too. 
  • He’s probably seen all of SNSD and other prolific girl groups while promoting the last few years, it makes sense for him to be less fazed. He’s also from the company that (miraculously still) houses Nana.
  • But its Hyuna
  • Meanwhile, the trainees outside gather outside, pressing their faces to the glass door to stare at Hyuna. 
  • Baby chick Seonho: Oh, they’re from our company! :D
  • She turns to look at them and they almost faint in excitement. She cutely greets them as she exits, leaving behind an echo of longing sighs as she tends to do
  • At check in with all the composers, they do well enough. Kenta in particular is appreciative. A lot of trainees proceed to hype them up.
  • There’s something awkward about the blond Pentagon kid talking like an authority in front of the Nu’est members. I’m not the kind to go in for hierarchy over achievement but I’d be annoyed, like who are you brat lol
  • They go to visit Cube, and see Guanlin’s untidy locker with his Korean books 
  • Why didn’t they? I loved it! I’d have rooted for them earlier on!
  • Guanlin’s excited to practice a routine that requires skills he didn’t have earlier, at his company with his hyungs, who coo at him. 
  • Every time Hyuna says something nice at studio recording, the boys flush with happiness. 
  • Daehwi’s smile spilts his face when she praises his tone
  • The words “Guanlin sounds like a native Korean” are said, which make my eyes roll out of my head. I’ve said multiple times I love how much the chicks improved and it’s clear that Guanlin is finding his groove as a trainee, but let’s not exaggerate because he’s handsome. It is, however, true that his words are getting clearer and less obviously accented.
  • Jaehwanie can rap too! I look forward to seeing him get signed to a good company after this (@Starship, you don’t have any worthy female groups anymore so you might as well add to your male talents)
  • Park Woojin’s rapping is really good but he can’t sigh?? It’s endearing too. He re-tries at his interview. A true cutie. I hope he recovers quickly and gets to debut. This episode has made me triply fond of him.
  • The final performance begins after this extreme hyping and screentime allocation.
  • Three seconds in, Sunghyuk, calmly: It’s over (for us).
  • I’ve said multiple times I don’t like the song (I still can’t remember it as being anything special and the fuss around it makes me resent EDM even more), but I can admit that the performance was great. The collection of talent and visuals make the choreo work smoothly, a stage that could easily be an M!Countdown performance. Jaehwan and Woojin were particularly spectacular, specially considering that Woojin was ill. Daehwi and Minhyun deliver, as always. 
  • The only negatives I have are that the while the costumes looked nice, they seemed ill suited to the concept and not the colours you usually see on broadcast performances. Beige? Come on. How do you work lighting for something like that? Green or a dark red would have been so nice.
  • We see a shot of Mnet staff counting the votes. Don’t worry, we don’t suspect you of anything here, Mnet. I’m blaming the live audience. 
  • The results bring over the sheer shameless fuckery of the last mission. 

5. I Know You Know 83 (Did I not call this?)

4. Showtime 135

3. Oh Little Girl 398

  • Totally warranted considering the number of popular trainees in each team.
  • BoA references Ong-ssi’s hyperbole speech when asking about his chances about winning, and he uses every single adjective again to express his confidence about his team placing first.
  • She then asks Baekho, and he one ups Ong-ssi by adding the Japanese adjective for ‘very’ (cut to Kenta laughing) as well as the Mandarin.

2. Never 443
1. Open 552 

  • So there is some sort of fairness in the world! Thank you, good lord in heaven!
  • ….female fans really like sexy concepts. 
  • Kenta and Seonho’s handsome faces reach new levels of meme
  • Daniel is stunned. Getting banned from Never was an act of god for him and his fans.
  • Nation’s Leader Angel GodJonghyun makes an appropriately congratulatory comment.
  • Live vote rankings without benefits for individual trainee rankings are below:
  1. Unrevealed
  2. Maroo Park Jihoon
  3. Brand New Music Park Woojin
  4. Pledis Hwang Minhyun
  5. C9 Bae Jinyoung
  6. Unrevealed
  7. Cre.Ker Joo Haknyeon
  8. Brand New Music Lee Daehwi
  9. CUBE Yoo Seonho
  10. Chun Kim Yongguk
  11. Brand New Music Im Youngmin

Next week, feel good fillers and third eliminations before heading into finale for top 11! Man, is this nonsense getting increasingly, unpredictably intense. 

C'mon Puppy | Nyx Ulric x Fem!Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Fluff
AUTHOR’S COMMENT: The first thing I want to do is thank to EVERYONE who encouraged me to do this; to @ladyscientia, you where with me from the start thank you for all your love, compression and help, without you this fic will probably still hide in some dark place of my pc; to @chocobropuffs @thebulletsofmusicblues @alcyone2305, for telling me no matter what I should post if coz I enjoy writing it! and that should be what matters~ thank you *hugs* and finally to @kantonliu, believe me or not I was the scared annon who need a little push to do this, your words were the last impulse to do this.
I been holding this for like 6 to 7 months, I was (actually I’m still really scared) of posting it, English is not my native language and we can say I learn it by my self, so I know it’s far from perfect and I’m really uhmm… frightened? of others, so this is a HUGE thing for me.
To get this, the final version of the fic was a battle but again thanks to everyone who help me.
I hope you like and ejoy it.

It’s a quiet summer night in Insomnia. The wind is warmer than the usual, stopping you from falling asleep.

“Whaaa… sooo HOT…” You roll out of your bed and look out the window. The night looks tauntingly beautiful and cooler outside then in. “I guess going for a walk wouldn’t harm anyone.”

You drift contentedly through the streets, admiring the little things. Being a member of the Kingsglaive left little time for this sort of thing. You breathe in, expunging the toxins from the day, and stare up past the dizzying skyline of the city to the horizon. The stars wink at you from above.

  The beauty of inky blue twilight is overwhelming. You stare whole-heartedly, as if the sky is transferring some of its energy to you. The feeling of life coming and going overflows in your head. You wish you could have the ability to enjoy this life without all the complications of stress and duty. You exhale through your nose, feeling inspired. Perhaps a good start is telling him about how you’ve felt all these years.

“If I could just say something,” You say to yourself. The familiar frustration of this thought tears you from your inspired gaze at the stars.

Insomnia is blazing bright with big-city vigor. The street before you is pulsing with the verve of a nearby bar, encouraging you to continue your stroll for a bit longer.

Drunk in your own thought, you can’t dodge daydreaming about the bastard; the one that unknowingly makes your days happier. His smile, his look, sometimes so kind and sometimes so cocky. His awful jokes. How he always tries to be the tough guy. The “Hero” of everyone. A chuckle escapes from your lips, “That idiot is going to get himself kill one of this days…

In this exact moment, you feel the fear of losing him taking control. Just the idea of not seeing him again is something you can’t stand. The dread leads your thoughts once more to the never-ending song of every day; “If I could just say something.”

You know it’s getting late. But the anxiety of a thousand haunting thoughts combined with the heat of your apartment aren’t going to let you sleep even if you try.

Your feet keep the walk like they know where they’re going. Step by step they lead you to the place you never thought you’ll go. When you realize exactly where you are, your first reaction is to run away. But a few seconds of debating with your own shadow make you change your mind.

“Should I knock?”

Your heart beats faster, pounding against your chest like a wild animal longing to be set free. Your body acts suddenly on impulse, without the permission of your overtaxed brain. You reach your hand out and knock on the door to Nyx Ulric’s apartment.

You grit your teeth with disbelief. You take a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm down.  “He’s not going to open the door anyways. It’s really really late and we have to wake up early for training. So there’s NO chance that door is going to open. I should just go back to my place and sleep, Yup, yup, yup… that’s what I should do.”

You stare down at your feet, immersed in your own burdens. Before you can run away though, the door swings open and you’re left standing in front of a sleepy and slightly concerned Nyx.

“What the hell are you doing here y/n… it’s 5 a.m.! Are you ok?” his eyes are barely open.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come… I- I- I couldn’t sleep… So I decide to take a walk… I’m sorry I better go…” Blood rushes quickly to your cheeks and ears. Your face is burning hot. Nervousness overcomes you not just because you’re here at 5 o'clock in the morning with nothing to say, but because he’s standing there before you, shirtless, sleepy and adorable.

“C'mon. You’re here already,” he says, haphazardly grabbing your arm. He tugs you gently in to his apartment. “Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine… I – I - I just…” you look down, embarrassed for the whole situation.

He looks at you with anticipation. “You?…”

“I…. should go back home because … like you just say, it’s 5 a.m. and I need some sleep otherwise I will fall sleep at our morning training and then Drautos will kill me… Sooo ‘night ‘night! See ya tomorrow!” you say quickly and turn on your heel to rush for the door.

Even in his half-sleep state of mind, Nyx is quicker than you. He stands in the doorway. Your exit is blocked.

“Hey! Why are you doing this? Let me go, please.”

“Nope… Not until you tell me why you’re here at my place of ALL places at 5-friking-a.m. I’m not going to let you go… so make yourself comfortable or talk. It’s up to you honey.”

“But… but… training tomorrow morning… sleeps…” You brush aside the nervousness to muster the most innocent look. “PLE-EASE?”

Nyx eyes you imperviously. He smirks. “You can make all the puppy faces you want sweetheart, but I ain’t moving from here until that pretty little mouth of yours says why you decided to  have a walk through here and wake me up… So if we both fall asleep during training it’s not going to be my fault.”

That little grin that only Nyx is capable of producing is melting you from the inside out and it leads to tell one gut-wrenching fact; he KNOWS why you’re here. He KNOWS why you’re standing awkwardly before him, twiddling your fingers and avoiding eye contact. You look up for an instant. His eyes are more awake, eager even, as if to encourage you. It’s almost as if he’s been WAITING for this moment.

You dart your gaze away, resigned, and contemplate what the hell you’re going to say. You’ve rehearsed it so many times. Now that the moment’s come so unceremoniously on a hot and damn early summer morning, the words have fled. You want to burst the confession that’s been riled up from the center of your being; to let it LOOSE. But you just CAN’T. How are you going to escape this one?

Nyx yawns impatiently. “Are we going to say something or not? We have a few hours. So PLEASE, take your time.” His voice is oozing with irony.

“Well the thing is… that… eeh…you will see… I was…” You look up.

“Huh? You are saying? Keep going. You got this… I trust you…” He says with an ever-present grin.

Your entire body radiates with nervous heat. “Is it me … or is it getting hotter here?” you snatch a random piece of paper from a nearby surface and start throwing air to your face.

“Ok. I might have to help you a little on this one. We are running out of night…” Nyx slides one bare foot closer towards you, invading your heat wave. His eyes graze slowly from the pounding of your chest up to meet you. He gingerly grabs your waist with one hand, his other hand brushing into your hair.

“C’mon, puppy”, he whispers, bringing his lips to sweep against yours. The tips of your noses press against one another. Foreheads meet. “Don’t run.”

You give in fully as his lips push in for a soft kiss. The back of your head falls into his hand and the kiss blooms into a flower that’s been waiting SO LONG for the sun. Every second of lips retracting and retouching becomes more intense than the last; deeper and powerful. You toss your arms around his neck and store this moment somewhere deep in your soul so that you can live in it over and over again.

The two of you take a step back finally for air. You find yourself feeling a little hesitant. You reach for the door. “I think I should go…”

“REALLY!” Nyx laughs. “You are unbelievable… Come here.” He pulls you once more against him and steals for himself another tasty kiss.

You chuckle a little shyly and say, “Well… this wasn’t a bad idea after all… If we skip the fact that we have to be at headquarters in two and a half hours.”

“Well hun, it wasn’t ME who took ages to break the ice and finally kiss the other one.”

“You are so mean sometimes!” You tease him with a pouty face. “You know, if you feel the same way, then you’re just as much at fault as I am.”

Nyx pauses thoughtfully. He averts his gaze to the ceiling, nodding his head. “That’s … you know what? That’s true. The truth, thought, is that I’ve been eager to finally hear you say how you feel about me. As if I couldn’t tell by the way you act around me.” He laughs.

He continues somewhat ruefully, “If I didn’t say anything through all these years it wasn’t because I was afraid of rejection or anything like that. It was because I … get so damn scared of losing you. Or … that I won’t be strong enough to protect you.”

You let the truth of his statement settle and take hold of both of his hands. You lean forward and against him. The two of you sway in content, mutual silence; finding solace in the agreement of one another’s words.

“Ok!” Nyx breaks the silence with sudden verve. “Why don’t you just stay here with me for a nap before we have to get up … AGAIN.” He roll his eyes mockingly, releasing a small laugh. He grasps you from your waist and carries you toward his messy bed.

“Hey! I can walk to the bed by myself thanks!”

You feel a soft spank on your ass. You can almost HEAR the smirk in his voice, “But this way is more fun, Puppy.”

“I’m not a puppy, sir!”

“And I’m not a sir, Puppy. But you should definitely see yourself making that face one day! Maybe you should try it in a few hours when the Captain kicks our asses during training!”

Once in bed, you cuddle against his chest, snuggling close to him to hide your blushing cheeks.

Nyx takes gentle hold of your chin, resting into a more relaxed state. “Look at me, puppy.” He gifts you with a string of sweet, subtle kisses.

“I love you” you hear the words finally release from your heart. Relief overcomes your entire body. You breathe deeply.

“I love you too, silly Puppy… You should know that already. After all this time. I’m sorry I couldn’t say it either.” He kisses all over your forehead.

The night was over. Finally. The moment your eyes close, before falling into a deep, liberated sleep, you imagine Drautos making your morning and most likely your day a living hell. But it was well worth every single second.

In Case You Didn’t Know

Here is Part Five in “Record Year”

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 1008

Can Sam save the reader again? Will the curse finally be lifted so the reader and Dean can stand more than a couple of feet away from each other?

A/N: Please don’t post my writing on any other site without my permission.
A/N2: If you want tagged in Record Year or anything else, send me an ask.

Dean’s Point Of View 

           I watched her sleep in the bed furthest from the bathroom. I was leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. And she wasn’t in pain. That was the best thing to us. The spell was finally broken and she wouldn’t be in pain if we were too far apart.

           But the negative was that she felt like it had annoyed me. So much so that she had slept in a separate bed for the past two nights. No matter what I said, she thought I wanted my space because we had had to be right there together while the spell was still there.

           I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, running my fingers through her hair gently, “Baby?”

           She stirred slightly, turning her head to look at me, “Hmm?”

           “Time to get up,” I said softly.

           She nodded, “Mkay.”

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In Memory of You // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by imjaeboms

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad, angst

Summary; After a short battle with cancer, you leave behind your husband and daughter to to and live on without you. Everything about your daughter reminds Jaebum of you; and he tries his best not to let it tear him apart.

WARNING: this scenario contains mentions of Death, Cancer, Tumours and grief after losing a wife/mother.

It had been exactly 7 years to the day since the sound of your singing echoed throughout the halls of the Im residence – exactly 7 years to the day since your now 14 year old daughter and your widowed husband Jaebum finally laid you to rest after you lost an 8 month battle to cancer.

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au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.

While We're Young | Part 1

Summary: Following Bill’s injury by Fenrir Greyback, his future beside Fleur seems vague. Will the arrival of a beloved from the past be enough to guide him to the road to happiness?

PART 2    PART 3

Bill was in the kitchen, flicking the pages of The Daily Prophet and devouring sugar almonds one after the other. Surprisingly enough, there was peace dominating the house despite the whole family being present. Not his mother cleaning manically, not Fred and George laughing and yelling like lunatics, not anything. It was almost too quiet for Bill to get used to.

Suddenly, there was a ring on the doorbell. Knowing there was definitely someone else probably getting it already, he did not move from his seat but much to his dismay, soon enough he was forced to get up by his mother calling upon him.

“Bill, could you come down for a second, darling?”

He hurried down the stairs, prepared to face whatever madness it was his mother would bother him with this time but before he had even come down the steps, his eyes fell on the person standing on his very doorstep.

There was Y/N, his best friend since their school years even. He had not seen her gorgeous face in what; five years?

“Hello, you!” she simply stood before him, all sweet smiles and happiness as he froze in his position. Before he knew it, he was running towards her and picking her up in his arms as they swayed together.

She let out a yelp at the contact but it didn’t take her long to wrap her own arms around his neck, hanging above the ground as he held her. Bill only opened his eyes again to see her struggle to breathe from how hard he was squeezing her.

With a sheepish smile, he let her slide back on the ground. “Y/N! How-What are you doing here?” the goofy grin playing on his lips was impossible to erase, he found.

“It’s nice seeing you too!” she placed a hand over her heart in mock-hurt but the smile on her lips never left.

“Of course it’s nice seeing you! I missed you so much! But that doesn’t answer my question. I almost believed you had been stolen from us once and for all!” he pulled her in for another hug, this time a bit more properly.

She laughed at his comment. Merlin, had he missed her laugh. “Oh, I would never! As beautiful as it is in the Muggle world, this will always be home. You know how it is.”

“So are you back permanently?” he finally let her go from his death grip.

“I’m afraid I cannot be sure. I have no job here and although I would love to stay here, I fear papa still needs me. What I can promise you though is that I will stay long enough for you to grow tired of my company!”

“Never. I wish you had let me know though, my week would have been a little better if I did.”

“Then it would not be a surprise! Thankfully, your mother is just as sweet as I remember her and agreed to help me.” Y/N beamed.

“Wait, you knew?” Bill whipped his head around to gape at his mother who simply stood there with the biggest smile plastered on her face.

“Of course I did! She sent us an owl and asked that we keep it a secret.” Molly answered simply before disappearing into another room.

“A true conspiracy behind my back then, huh?” he laughed.

Soon enough the entire family was in the room and welcoming Y/N with all their love. They were all so thrilled to see her, fussing all over her like she was about to disappear any second now.

And looking at them, Bill couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought Y/N’s presence in his house would be a special occurrence.

It seemed almost bittersweet having her back.

Finding his way through the crowd of his loud family, he grabbed her hand and sneaked them away and up on the roof where they sat in their familiar spot.

It was the same spot where they had spent entire summer nights sneaking away from family dinners when they were away from school for the holidays. Where they came right after their graduation - before their ways split. So many priceless memories of pointless chattering and laughing; memories he would never give up.

“Godric, I missed you so much. It’s been so long!”

“I know! To be honest, I didn’t remember you being quite so tall. I’m afraid my memory does not do you justice.”

“And I didn’t remember you being so beautiful!” she laughed but blushed at his comment. Νow that was a lie, to say the least, such beauty could never be forgotten.

She had not changed one bit, everything about her was the same. Perhaps it was simply the effect of not having seen her in so long.

“You changed so much! No longer wearing that earring, are we? Did the infamous Bill Weasley tone down his coolness?” she perked an eyebrow at him and laughed. “I hope that is all that’s changed.”

Bill cringed at the mention of his appearance, his mind immediately going to the certain set of scars he had acquired.

“So where will you be staying?” he changed the subject.

“I fear I haven’t quite figured that part out yet…”

“Good. You’re staying with us,” he spoke decidedly, obviously not taking no for an answer.

“Oh, no! You are seven people in there. I reckon you don’t need another one!”

“Nonsense, you’re staying here with us and it’s not up for negotiation. You are going to be seeing so much of me you’ll grow tired of my existence, trust me! There is so much we have to talk about.”

His hand reached for hers, seeking the comfort of her touch.

She giggled in response and pecked his cheek. “Oh try me, Weasley.”

(A/N: Part 2? Also, let me know if you want to be tagged!!)  

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Not So Randomly - Part 3/?

🌟 Pairing : Im Changkyun (I.M) x Reader

🌟 Genre : Fluff, Angst

🌟 Word count : 14.4k

🌟 Synopsis : Whenever you cross the path of Im Changkyun, that guy you hate and that hates you, it seems to be the worst day of your life. But, strangely enough, it also becomes the best and most accurate of moments you’ve ever had. So, the more you randomly end up stucked with each other, the more a question can arise : is it really chance that has something against you, or is it serendipity that drives you one towards the other?

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🌟 A/N : Sorry it took me longer to post this, but as you can see, I wrote a lot more and I struggled to be satisfied…

Anyway, we’re finally going back to school with this part! And I’m thanking all of you who are following me with this, I’m really appreciative so thank you! I hope you’ll have a good time reading! ♥

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The Summer Soldier (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) - Part III {2/2}

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

I’m yellow, he was blue 

It’s nothing that he could hide 

We made agreement though 

Whenever we were so alive 

I died a thousand times 

I did what I had to do 

Hey, that’s just how it goes 

I’m still coming back to you

Set from Age of Ultron in between with Civil War, The Avengers have new recruits in the team, many from the aid of Captain America. One of them happen to be you, The Summer Soldier, an unheard project of HYDRA. What the team doesn’t know won’t hurt them… But will open their eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Platonic ???), Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic), Tony Stark x Reader (Platonic - Briefly)

Warnings: Killing, weaponry, blood, needles, italicized are flashbacks

Word Count: 2,027

Part III (½)

Taglist: @redroomproperty @midnightreme @tvdplusriverdale@ravenclaw-geek24 @ladywitheclecticheart @priettierthanyou @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @im-disgustingly-vain @cashmeresock @demoncrypt1066 

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December Visit

A small fic based off of the headcanons I made for an AU where Strip and Lynda raise Cal instead of his parents. Humanized :)

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“The first time he came here he had been too young to read the curly font. But even now that he was in first grade, he realized that the only word he could understand was Park. Funny, he thought. It didn’t look anything like the parks near home and it most definitely wasn’t a place where people go to have fun.”

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Bulletproof Pt. 4 [Jimin]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Hitman!AU, Fluff, Humor
Word Count: 1872
Chapter: 4/?
Description: “Well,” you say, glancing at the dagger raised in your boyfriend’s hand, to the gun in yours, and finally to the man cowering on his knees between the both of you, sobbing and pleading for his life. “This is awkward.”

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You twisted your hair upwards in a tight coil, and knotted sleek, painstakingly curled hairs into an elaborate twist, stabbing bobby pins into the mass of hair to keep it into place. You rolled your neck, clicking your tongue as you eased the cricks in your neck, before carefully fixing the strap of your dress.

You hummed as you twisted around, craning your neck to look in the floor length mirror. The evening dress was a deep blue, made of a floaty, ghost-like material that hugged your upper body before floating out by your hips, dusting the floor. A silver was dusted on top, creating the image that you had pulled the stars down from their place in the sky and wrapped them around you.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, red lips pursed carefully, one corner of your lips pulled up just a little more than the other in a coy smirk. You practiced a gracious laugh, throwing in a little wink before smoothing the dress around your hips.

“Hae-won! Iseul! You guys ready?” You called, tugging the door open.

Iseul jumped out from the room opposite, smiling brightly. She had braided and wrapped a portion of her hair around her head, and a black dress hung from her neck. “Ready!” She trilled, spinning on the tip of her heels.

You pursed your lips, pointing at the six inches on her feet. “You’re sure you can run in those?”

Iseul nodded vigorously, holding a hand up. “I swear. Even practiced.”

You scanned Hae-won, at the dress that hugged her body. She caught your look, shaking her head. “Don’t worry,” she said, tugging the hem of the dress up from her ankles to reveal black leggings. “I’ll tear it off or hitch it up.”

You nodded, spinning carefully in your dress and watching it flare. You bit your bottom lip as you watched the hem flip upwards slightly, revealing the boots you were under them. They were comfortable and practical, and as long as you didn’t move too quickly, the long skirt of your dress would make sure nobody would see you were wearing them.

Your right hand pressed against your thigh, and you traced the edges of the 6mm pistol strapped onto your leg, the cold metal reassuring and calming. You were aware of each and every weapon on your body, from the slim knife concealed as a hairpin sheathed carefully and slotted into your hair, to your favorite twin handguns wrapped around each thigh: 9mm, sleek and gorgeous Smith and Wessons.

Iseul slung a large black bag over a shoulder, ambling happily across the office towards the exit, and you winced at the loud clattering of metal in her bag.

“It’ll be the usual,” you said quietly as you and the two other girls slipped into a fine black car. There was a closed partition between you and the driver, which was expected. “Hae-won, you find the security room, take out whoever’s in there. Remember — ”

“Don’t kill ‘em unless they already saw my face,” Hae-won said briskly, nodding her understanding, and you smiled gratefully.

“Iseul, mingle for a while so it doesn’t seem too weird when you walk out into the gardens. You know which rooftop you need to be on, right?”

Iseul nodded vigorously. “And don’t shoot unless you don’t kill him, or he manages to escape.”

“Or if any of his henchman or other suspected targets approach. We don’t want to be taking out too many people tonight. He’s our main focus. But if his henchmen close in, I’m counting on you. I’ll be with him, talking until I can get him into the library like we planned. Everything sound fine?” Your voice was calm and collected, as it always was before an assignment, though you supposed you should’ve been gnawing at your lip, or butterflies should have been erupting in your stomach. The truth was, the nervous anticipation, fearful tension had long since disappeared along with the novelty of your job.



You clucked, tongue snapping against the roof of your mouth. “Good.”

The laughter filling the air was warm, and harmonized with the string quartet playing in the corner, violin and cello bows waxed to smooth perfection. The night air from the open French windows was heavy with summer and stale with an unending promise of a summer night.

The glass flute of champagne you held in your hand was cold, and you raised it to your lips as you giggled lightly, tipping the flute upwards but pursing your lips so that the alcohol didn’t slip past your lips.

“You must be joking!” You exclaimed after you’d laughed, brushing your hand down his shoulder to his elbow briefly, before staring at him innocently when he looked over.

Geum Min-jun was in his late forties, with hair slicked back with what seemed like vats of oil with the way it shone so brightly. His ears were small and sharp and his face was round, with beady black eyes that seemed to linger just a little too long on rear of every woman that passed by him.

Geum Min-jun was also intoxicated and starting to train his beady eyes on you more than any other woman in the room. You met his gaze and smiled softly, batting your eyelids and then gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, smile just a little too intimate. Just as you’d practiced.

He winked at you and licked his lips, and you hid a shudder, silently thanking the heavens that Jimin didn’t look anything like him, before reminding yourself that Jimin should be far away from your thoughts that night.

You trace a small circle on the small of his back subtly, and he turns to excuse himself from the conversation he is engaged in, turning to face you and leaning in close by your face. His breath smelled of alcohol and smoked salmon and olives and was hot and heavy.

“Want to get away from here?”

You giggled quietly, keeping the breathiness in your tone. “You mean like a tour of this place?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want, babe.”

You ignored the shivers that crept down your spine at the name. “I heard they have a really great library.” You dropped your voice to a low purr. “Quiet, empty, and lots of space to move around in.” You leaned in just a little bit more so that your chest grazed his arm.

You had long since rid the word pride from your dictionary when you worked undercover. Men like Geum Min-jun  often preferred the air-headed type of women who hung on to their every word and you had learned to use your charms to the best of your ability.

“I actually do know the library here… and you’re correct about all three aspects.” He stuck an arm out, crooked at the elbow, and you slid your arm through, pursing your lips to smile softly up at him. “Shall we?”

You nodded and let him guide you across the floor, smiling shyly at the guests he greeted briefly. Your free hand drifted down to your left thigh, grazing your gun and your heart beat steadily. It was all going according to plan. Better, even. You had expected to take longer persuading him to walk away with you, and his easy acceptance of your company had pushed your schedule forwards.

You coughed, clearing your throat, and moved a hand breezily through your hair to tap your earpiece back into place, the golden earring-like piece catching light, yet dulling against the diamonds that hung on the ears of the other women in the room you were leaving behind. “What kind of books are you most interested in?” You asked, and Geum Min-jun inhaled slowly.

There was a slight crackle in your ear.

“Ready and waiting for signal.”

“Same here.”

Your heart fluttered at the voices of your friends, their firm tones reminding you that everything was going smoothly.

“I have to admit, I don’t read all that much,” the man beside you said, with a slight tug that sent you stumbling just a little closer into his side. “When you’re running a big company like I am, it’s hard to keep up with personal activities. I don’t even remember the last time I slept properly.”

You smiled innocently at him, shaking your head in sympathy, though with the low voice he had delivered the last two words of his sentence with, you guessed he wasn’t really talking about slumber at all.

He pushed the doors to the library open with a flourish, after mumbling something in a low voice to the young guard outside that had him flush and walk away briskly.

You giggled as he dragged you into the center of the library, running away slowly and playfully squealing as he caught up behind you to wrap his thick arms around you. You were careful to hide your irritation at his touches, and his hands that slowly wandered south, playing the blind-eyed, naive little girl who was starstruck in the presence of the great Geum Min-jun.

You made your way over to the large window facing the rooftop of a nearby building, smiling and leaning onto the plush cushions that decorated the window sill. “This place is absolutely magnificent!”

Two laughs echoed softly. “Ready.”

“A-plus acting skills, truly.”

“I agree, Unnie.”

You gritted your teeth to prevent yourself from saying something snarky back to the two girls and exposing yourself, instead opting to pat the seat beside you on the sill and beckoned for Geum Min-jun to follow.

The look in his eyes was not unlike a lioness’ as she stalked her prey, dark and filled with want. He settled at your side, and began to run his hand up your leg slowly, leaning in closer until you could feel his breath on your face.

There was a sudden ‘clink’, and he pulled away. “What the fu — ”

“Oops!” You giggled, pulling away. “Just my lady essentials,” you clarified, and you watched his expression clear for a moment before you tugged the gun from your thigh and swept your leg forwards in a strong kick to his back sending him tumbling off the window sill unceremoniously and hitting the ground with a painful-sounding ‘thud’.

Geum Min-jun’s mouth dropped open as he saw the weapon in your hand, and he backed away slowly, mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. He made no move to run, obviously in slight shock and panic. You smiled demurely, gathering your skirts carefully and hopping to the ground lightly before cocking the hammer of the gun back and turning to face him once more.

Only, now you weren’t alone. On the other side of Geum Min-jun was another man, and a familiar one at that. Clad in a fine suit and polished shoes, he hovered over Geum Min-jun with a shocked expression and arms held at his side as he looked at you.

“Well,” you say, glancing at the dagger raised in your boyfriend’s hand, to the gun in yours, and finally to the man cowering on his knees between the both of you, sobbing and pleading for his life. “This is awkward.”

  • but let’s talk about coming creevey
  • muggleborn who grew up with fairytales
  • who read about knights in shining armours and wanting to be one so bad
  • who was told that he was a wizard and his parents didnt believe the lady in the green hat for a long time but colin didnt need convincing
  • who could not stop talking about hogwarts the summer before his first year because ‘mum dad this is real im going to see unicorns and mermaids and see real life magic mum dad im going to learn to do these things’
  • 'mum dad there’s this boy in this book called harry potter and he defeated the darkest wizard of all time mum dad he’s a year older than me MUM DAD WHAT IF HES AT HOGWARTS’
  • going to hogwarts for the first time and he’s tripping over his own feet at the platform and ’don’t worry dennis i promise i will take lots of photographs for you when i come home for christmas' 
  • not being able to carry everything on his own bc he’s just so tiny and struggling to get his trunk and his things on the train but his camera falls out and this redhead girl picks it up for him with a bright smile 
  • the sorting hat sitting on his head trying to work out what house he should be but colin has already seen harry potter and he already knows he wants to be a gryffindor so bad
  • taking lots of photographs of everything at hogwarts, especially harry potter, because he wants to remember all of this all and he wants to show this all to his little brother
  • getting petrified when he’s only eleven but he can’t remember any of it and he couldn’t go home for christmas or the easter holidays because he was lying in a hospital bed
  • learning that magic wasn’t always good and it was a hell lot dangerous than he signed up for but he doesn’t care
  • going home and telling his parents and brother that 'no its okay im okay i promise it was great’
  • telling his brother that he was going to be so excited until his parents told them that he should stop talking about it so much around his brother since the lady in the green hat said it was rare for even one wizard to appear in a muggle family, let alone two
  • colin not doubting for a second that his brother wasn’t a wizard
  • defending him to death ’no mum he’s a wizard just you wait i know he is’
  • getting told that wow indeed both of the brothers were wizards how extraordinary
  • 'this is it dennis this is the dream we are both wizards we will be able to do magic’
  • telling dennis all about the great harry potter because can you believe it a real life hero we have a real life hero in front of us 
  • staying up all night trying to bewitch the 'potter stinks’ badges into something better, even though his charm skills were one of the worst in the class 
  • but he believed in harry, he really did
  • even when harry came back with cedric’s dead body and told the world that voldemort was rising again
  • signing up for dumbledores army because i am a gryffindor i can fight i can be a hero too
  • hearing his brother’s friend’s mother getting killed and this is not a game anymore this is something out of their control and they were probably going to die
  • grabbing his family before his sixth year and quick mum dad this is not the time anymore we are in danger you are in danger we need to hide
  • camping out with his parents and his brother to keep them safe 
  • hearing the battle was about to start and ’im sorry dennis i need to go and fight, you stay here with mum and dad, keep them safe, but i need to go’
  • 'colin you can’t, you will die, don’t go and fight’
  • 'i have to im sorry’
  • 'with all due respect i am also part of dumbledores army and i will stay and fight and SOD IT this is my home too now that i am protecting’
  • him saving madame pince in the battle from getting hit by a killing curse as she tried to get more kids into safety and stunning death eaters
  • using the impediment jinx over and over again because that was the first spell he could ever truly master the best in dumbledore’s army when they were all practising two years prior
  • passing more older students and all they say is whilst they shout spells is 'what are you doing here you’re underage’
  • and he sees the green spell coming to hit him and he knows he cannot escape this so he just thinks of how he wanted to be a hero and how sorry he was to his parents and how you’re going to be okay now dennis i promise i died so you can live in this wizarding world in peace
  • his brother finding out he’s dead long after the battle is finished and crying and screaming and he was the only brother i got he was so brave oh god colin what did you do
  • his death being awarded order of the merlin: first class but it wasn't enough for dennis because thats my brother dead i cannot have an award replace my brother i cannot talk to him and hug him anymore he is dead dead dead
  • finally understanding all those years later why his brother chose to go back into battle and fight 

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking reverse!crush prompts? Cause I have an idea about Chat telling Ladybug that he is sad and hurt because the girl he loves (Marinette) rejects him and in the end she comforts him,without knowing that she is that girl who broke her kitty's heart

(So you have asked anon. So it shall be.)

“I can’t do this Nino.” Adrien whispered, his nerves getting to him.

The blond model peeked over at the table that Alya and Marinette were sitting at. He could see his blunette crush talk and smile as she was conversing with her best friend.

“Dude, calm down.” His bespectacled best friend urged as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You can do this. You have been saying for months that you would confess to Marinette. Do you remember what you told me you would do if you didn’t confess before the end of the school year?”

Adrien remembered all too well what he agreed he would do. He said he would be Nino’s servant for the whole summer. This was something he would rather avoid.

“I remember.” Adrien sighed. The teen took a deep calming breathe. “Okay, I am going to do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Nino cheered.

“As soon as she is on her own.” Adrien stated, thinking that it would buy him time.

“Just give me a second.” Nino smirked as he walked over to where Alya and Marinette were sitting.

Adrien watched as he somehow quickly convinced Alya to get up and leave with him. Just before the two were out of sight, they both flashed the model a thumbs up.

“That sneaky little..” Adrien muttered for a second. He then turned his attention back to the lovely blunette. She had pulled out her design book and seemed to be intently working.

“You going to chicken out again?” a voice sounded from Adrien’s jacket pocket. Adrien looked down to see his black cat like kwami popping out of his pocket and  looking at him with a cocky eye roll.

“I… I’m just getting my thoughts together… I will in a second, Plagg.” Adrien muttered unconvincingly.

“Just imagine you are in you are chat noir and say how you feel. Oh wait, you are chat noir.” Plagg pointed out. The kwami went back into his pocket to most likely eat cheese.

Adrien knew his kwami was right. he had to face this head on. No more avoiding it, he was going to tell her how he felt.

Adrien slowly walked over to Marinette. As he arrived at the table, Marinette looked up to see Adrien smiling shyly at her.

“Hey Adrien. How is everything?” Marinette asked with her usual cute demeanor.

Adrien felt his pulse pound hard as he knew what he had to do.

“Im good.. How about you?” Adrien said, mentally slapping himself for stalling.

“I am good. I’m just working on some designs. Do you need anything?” Marinette questioned innocently.

“Need anything? W-what do you mean?” Adrien tried to keep himself steady.

“Nino came by earlier and said you had something to tell me.” Marinette explained. “Also he told me to give you this. Don’t worry, I didnt read it”

Marinette handed a folded up piece of paper to Adrien. The blonde model unfolded it and read it in his head.

‘I set it up so you don’t stall this time. We are rooting for you. 

signed: Alya and Nino.’

Adrien both loved and hated the two of them for making him unable to sidestep his way out of this.

He crumpled up the paper and put in his bag.

“Actually, there is something I need to tell you….” Adrien felt goosebumps as he felt the tension rise. he was going to do it.

Marinette began noticing that her blonde friend is starting to get nervous. “Is something wrong?”

“No.. no it isn’t anything bad really… well depending on your response.” Adrien stammered, wishing Nino was here to help him not word vomit.

“Okay…” Marinette said a bit confused by Adrien’s words but still listening.

Adrien could feel his nerves screaming at him to run. His legs shaking, ready to bolt on a moment’s notice. But just as he was prepared to run. Plagg’s words ran through his mind.

‘Just imagine you are in you are chat noir and say how you feel.’

Adrien felt his body finally steady itself. He was going to do this.

“Marinette, ever since I came to this school, you have been such a kind and caring person to me. You are one of the few people that treat me… like me. I never got to tell you how much that meant to me.” Adrien began.

Marinette lit up at the teen’s words. She closed her design book and stood up.

“Adrien… it is no big deal. You are someone whose is close to me. Of course I wouldn’t treat you any differently.” Marinette replied, her smile shining like a light.

Adrien suddenly placed his hand on her shoulders. She looked at his eyes to see him looking right at her own.

“There is more. You have been such a kind person, yet you are so confident, so strong, and so passionate about what you do, it is inspiring. Seeing you do that, makes me want to be a better person. Seeing you, just being you, is something amazing.”

Marinette felt a faint blush from his kind words.

“I didn’t know you thought so highly of me. I am just a normal girl, just living my life.” Marinette said softly.

“And that is what makes you so amazing Marinette. You live your life, and you don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. It is one of the many things I really like about you…” Adrien’s face starting to glow red as he spoke.

It quickly became clear to Marinette what was going on.

“I guess what I am trying to say is… I am in love with you Marinette.” Adrien confessed. He lowered his head, waiting for a response.

His words hung in the air for what seemed like forever, until they were cut by what Marinette said next.

“I am flattered that you feel that way Adrien. You are one of my closest friends, I am sorry but I can’t return your feelings. I am in love with someone else.”

Adrien felt his heart break apart at each one of her words hit his ears. Each piece of his heart shattering into more pieces. It was more painful then any physical blow he had ever felt.

“I..I see. I understand…” Adrien whispered barely audible to her. He removed his hands from her shoulders, which went limp to his sides.


“Its fine Marinette… Ill be fine… We will be fine… I just… need to.. go… photo shoot and …stuff.”

“Adrien wait!”

Adrien walked away, unable to hear anything over the sound of his heart shattering. After he was out of her sight, he ran!

He ran as fast as he could until he was completely on his own.

“Plagg! Claws out!”

The moon was hovering over a rooftop where a certain Black cat superhero was perched.

His eyes staring intently over the city of Paris. He didnt want to seem vulnerable, but he was. He knew in his current emotional state, he could possibly be akumatized. Plagg said it would be impossible because of his miraculous, but he rather be transformed for a bit, just to be safe and to just not be Adrien for a while.

While he was out, he stopped several petty thefts, a few muggings, and a street fight. But this didn’t help Chat noir feel any better.

“You seem to be active tonight kitty.” A familiar voice rang in his ears. He quickly put on a fake smile and turned around to greet his red clad partner.

“I am always active my Lady.” Chat noir exclaimed, perhaps a bit too ham-like.

Ladybug stared at the cat for a second, she could feel something was bothering him.

“What is with the stare? I know I pull off the suit rather well, purrhaps you are noticing my toned…”

“Please tell me whats wrong.” Ladybug spoke suddenly, her words catching the cat off guard. He looked to see her eyes filled with worry.

“My lady, what could paws-sibly give you the idea that something is wrong?”

“A number of things actually.” Ladybug explained. “First of all, you are forcing your puns more then usual. Secondly, you are forcing your usual outgoing nature to the point where it seems fake. Lastly, your eyes… they are a bit puffy, as if you have been crying.” 

Chat noir tried to rebuttal, he wanted to say it was from looking over the beauty of the city. Or that he got dirt in his eyes from a mugging he stopped, but the words seem to turn to sand on his tongue. He couldn’t lie to her pleading eyes.

“I… I am not okay.” He admitted, he hung his head at his partner. 

Chat noir fell to his knees, the blunette hero felt her heart sink as she watched her cat crush look so destroyed. She walked over to him and knelt down at his level.

“Please tell me what happened Chat.” Ladybug pleaded as she places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I…I confessed my feelings to the girl I liked.” Chat noir admitted. 

Ladybug felt a pang in her heart from the cat’s words.

‘The girl he liked?’

“I had been in love with her for a while. I had been her friend for sometime actually. I finally told her how I felt… she was in love with someone else.” Chat noir did everything he could not to break down again.

Ladybug saw her beloved partner looking so destroyed. What kind of girl would be stupid enough to turn a guy like him down? That thought alone made Ladybug pretty angry. If chat noir ever confessed to her, she would probably have died of happiness.

Ladybug pulled her partner in for a hug. The blond hero accepted the hug graciously, holding tightly to his partner.

“It will be okay Chat. I know it hurts, but you can make it though this.You will find someone who will love you just as you love them, who knows you might even know them already.” Ladybug comforted as she held him tightly. Ignoring her own hurting heart to help her friend.

After a minute or so, chat noir broke the hug. He looked up at his partner and smiled.

“Thank you, for helping me once again.” Chat noir thanked her.

“You would do the same for me.” Ladybug replied.

“Can I get one more hug?” Chat asked innocently.

Ladybug felt her old partner starting to go back to his normal self.

“Alright Kitty. Come here.” She said as she opened her arms to hug the cat.

The two hug and cat places a light peck on her forehead, the gesture left Ladybug’s face as bright red as her costume.

“Thank you, my lady.” He smiled softly before he took off into the night. Leaving the dazed ladybug touching her forehead.

There you go anon

I hope you like it.

New Year’s wishes

Wasn’t requested but I wanted to write a special little New Year fanfic for you all. I know New Year was about a week ago but it still makes sense to read it now. I’m sorry I haven’t written much recently but you know how college coursework is. Enjoy my lovelys!


Characters: Stiles, Reader, Sheriff Stilinski, mentions of Scott

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, self hate(?)(Stiles), isolation(Stiles)

Words: 1128


‘Stiles? Stiles!’ I starting to get frantic at this point. The last time I saw Stiles was at the New Years party yesterday. Stiles had left after he had kissed me at 12, just after me making my wish. He had ran off and Scott had told me not to follow him.

Its now been a good days since I’ve seen Stiles and was really starting to panic as well as think the worst things had happened to him. I had been searching the Stilinski household after unlocking the front door with the key he had gotten cut for her.

‘WHO’S THERE?! Y/N’ Shit!

‘Sorry Sir. I was looking for Stiles. I’ve not seen him recently and I was getting really worried. Was you already home? Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I just need to know if Stiles is okay? I was at the party and h-‘

‘Y/N! No, I wasn’t home. I was just coming back because I forgot my badge. Stiles has been in his room since New Year’s day. I haven’t seen him much. When I left the house about 30 minutes ago he shouted to me that he was going out for a walk and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. Is everything okay? Those bloody wolves haven’t been causing havoc again have they? You would tell me, Y/N. Wouldn’t you?

‘Of course I’d tell you. Nothing’s happened as far as I’m aware. If anything comes up, I will tell you. Did Stiles say where he was going?’

‘No, sorry.’

‘No worries. Sorry, I will be off now. Have a good day at work!’ And with that I ran out of the Stilinski house. I knew exactly where Stiles would been. There was a nice spot that only me and Stiles knew about. It was in the woods and over looked the town of Beacon Hills. It was beautiful and we had spent many a summers evening together when ever either one of us needed to get away from everything. It was our happy place that we had claimed for ourselves when we were very little. We would often play and chat there for hours. Even Scott didn’t know about it.

After a few minutes of running back to my house, I unlocked the door as my parents were having a ‘date day’ as they liked to call it. I grabbed my keys and made my way out to the driveway. I unlocked my black, 1967 mustang and floored it to the edge of the woods. I knew I wouldn’t find Stiles’ Jeep as he’d left if at his house.

Once I had arrived, I locked up my car and started walking. I refrained from calling out his name in case he didn’t want to talk and so walk off.

I reached the small clearing, I saw Stiles sitting on the bench we had made a few summers ago. It had taking us three whole days to make it as we kept goofing off.

I was about to call out his name when I heard him sniffling. ‘Y/N, why’d I have to do it? Why’d I have to kiss you like that? I’m sorry. Im so so sorry. I’ve ruined everything.’ He wasn’t talking to me, he was just crying into his hands. I couldn’t help it, my legs moved on their own accord. With tears streaming down my face, I ran towards him, knocked him off of the bench and crushed him on the floor.

‘Argh!’ Stiles announced. He pushed me off of him in fear and looked my in the eyes. Once he had realised that it has me he stood up, turned his back to me, wiped his eyes and began to walk away with out any explanation. I ran up to him and hugged him once again but this time from behind rather than side ways. ‘Let go of me, Y/N. Please.’ He whimpered.

‘No, Stiles. Just no. I can’t. Not until you talk to me. Not until you tell me what is wrong. I want to help you. Don’t even try to convince me that you are okay because I know that you’re not. The only time we come here by ourselves is when its something we really don’t want to tell the other or when the other goes away and we miss them. I’ve not gone anywhere so what’s wrong Stiles? Please tell me. You’re my best friend and I can stand to see you hurting.’

‘That just the problem, Y/N. I’m your best friend, nothing more. It’s been this way for a while. It’s now or never I suppose. I’ve never liked Lydia in the way I’ve lead you to believe. It’s all been a big cover up of the truth. It’s you, Y/N. It’s always been you. I’ve said to much, I’m sorry.’ He shrugged me off and started to walk away. I’ve loved Stiles since we were kids. My heart broke a little bit more each and every time he mentioned Lydia as I thought he’d never think of me like that. I guess I was wrong. I looked up in the direction that Stiles had walked off in.

‘Wait!’ And with that I run. I run until I was in front of him. I extended my arm and placed my hand on his chest. ‘You need to hold up. Slow down. Go back a second.’

‘Go back to where, Y/N. To the part where I embarassed myself. Well that happened when I kissed you, didn’t it!’

’No! You’ve got it all wrong.’

‘How have I? I’ve made a fool out of myself, I’ve told you everything and I bloody kissed you when you clearly think of us as platonic! How can you not see that I have ruined everything betw-‘ I had to shut him up. I don’t know what came over me. I leaped forward, swung my arms are him neck and kissed him. On the lips! Just as I started to realise what a mess I had made of the situation he kissed back. I was in heaven.

After a few seconds Stiles finally pulled back and looked into my eyes. His eyes flicked between both of my eyes, searching for any trace of emotion. I started to tear up. Everything I have ever wanted had come true.

‘Did-did that mean anything to you?’ Stiles questioned.

‘It meant everything. Thank you’

‘No, Y/N. Thank you.’

‘I love you Stiles. Can we go home now?’

‘Yes we can.’ As we started to walk back to my car I felt a kiss to the top of my head, an arm around my waist and an ‘I love you too’ whispered into the woods. I guess New Year’s wishes do come true.

imagine james and harry, just a week or so after harry is born. now he’s a small baby, right, born early, and so they keep him for observation for a while, and when james and lily finally get to bring him home it’s a night ink dark and stars dotted across the sky, warm cos it’s august and they just lay him down in his baby basket in his bedroom - he’s too small still for the wooden cot that’s been waiting four months - and go sit outside quietly in the garden, not too far that they can’t hear the baby if he cries, exhausted and elated and terrified like you wouldn’t believe, but it’s too - it’s been a long couple days, so they make a silent pact to put off all the serious talk they have to do and just sit on their plastic garden chairs, looking out silently into the field behind their house. the garden is that, for them - whenever it’s not raining they’re always to be found outside, because when they moved from the tiny london flat to the godric’s hollow house just over a year ago now, they relished the open space more than anything, and they’ve had parties and picnics and order meetings there, everyone sprawled in the grass behind the potter house, and it’s a sanctuary, for them, and even though they cannot escape from the world when they’re there, they can retreat, to an extent, and that’s what they do now, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders sometime and waking up at around three am, walking into the house half-awake with their arms around each other, barely stopping to strip off their clothes before falling into bed and asleep.

in the morning, james wakes up to the sound of his son crying. the light is streaming through the window - the kind of buttery yellow you only really get on summer mornings - and he glances over at his still-sleeping wife, giving her a kiss on the forehead before picking up his glasses, swinging his legs out of bed and going to see his baby, stopping briefly to draw the curtains partially so the light doesn’t fall on her face. when he gets to harry’s room, the baby’s face is screwed up and red, so james picks him up. “hey, hey, little mate,” he says, or something along those lines, comforting and meaningless, bouncing a little, and this is apparently what harry wanted because he calms down to sniffles almost immediately, though he gets slightly, terrifyingly louder when james stops moving. so james starts half-walking, half-dancing downstairs to the kitchen, where the sun is shining for real through the windows, ready for a brand new day. he’s only in a vest, that being the only top he could find at three am when searching for acceptable nightwear, but harry doesn’t seem to mind, clutching at him with a tiny fist. he’s so small,  and james isn’t exactly a bodybuilder but he dwarfs harry and that’s what’s surprised him most, maybe, about his son. how tiny he is. so he holds him tighter, gently, and walks him around the kitchen, singing him somebody to love because they’d been playing it in the hospital waiting room yesterday (lily’d wanted a muggle hospital, said she didn’t feel right with healers like she did with doctors, and far be it for james to argue with his pregnant wife) and forgetting most of the words, but trying to make it sound vaguely lullaby-ish anyway, and this is how lily finds them, ten or fifteen minutes later, wandering around a sun-bright kitchen. she looks at her husband, and he looks at her, and harry closes his eyes and wrinkles his forehead, and it’s a new morning, the start of something powerful.