it pays to keep an open mind but not so open your brain fall out

Sweet Tears Pt.7

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian AU!}(a)(f)(eventual smut?)

Warnings: Like, the smallest amounts of blood

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 4.6k+

A/N: Okay so~ this also went WAY off it’s planning…..I swear this story has a mind of it’s own…. ANYWHO, I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully, the next one will also be out soon. <3

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Previously: “J-Jungkook I- I just-oomph.”

“Pl-please.” You looked down, eyes widening. Jungkook gripped onto your blouse, pushing his head into your chest. His ears twitched, tail wrapping over your hip as if in an attempt to keep you close. Your hands shook as they rose, hovering above his head before gently settling on his ears.

You wondered if it was the wrong move, almost pulling away when he seemed to nuzzle into you. It was as though he was searching for comfort, searching for something yet unable to find it. He shook against you, crying to no end as you try and console him. “Jungkook, it’s okay. You’re fine.”

He couldn’t help but to move in closer, tangling his legs between yours. His voice was hoarse and he hiccuped as he spoke. “I- I thought you were gone and-”

“I’m not, I’m not gone. I’m right here.”

“Really?” His head moved up to you, eyes locking with yours in such a way that unsettled you. Still, you nodded, continuing to card through his locks and play with his ears as you spoke in a soft voice.

“Of course I’m here, I won’t leave you.” Tears started to fall down his face like a waterfall, his head resting under your chin as he mumbled against your skin.

“I love you Seonmi.”


The name shocked you. Seonmi. It was beautiful, the syllables easily rolling off your tongue when you repeated it in question. Jungkook didn’t give any coherent answer though. His sleek tail only tightened around your waist, arms still gripping your shirt starting to become stained with his tears. You removed your hand from his head, unable to fully even voice out the sentence, “Jungkook what are you talking about?” before he was whining and gripping at your wrist.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Please, I won’t do it again,” He kept saying the phrases, tugging at your hand to go back to his soft locks. Muscles in your arm tensing, you kept still as your eyes slightly widened. You were more than caught off guard.

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Made of Skin and Bones

Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, sickness

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end. ARE NOW CLOSED (sorry guys) I wrote them again one by one I really hope this time they work

A/N: I’d tried to post sooner but it was impossible, I’ll try and do my best for the next chapter :) Thank you for your patience  ❤


Previously: (Masterlist)

10. What we have been

- James! - you call his name trying to gain his atenttion - Look at me, come on - his eyes are following invisible figures in the sky, he doesn’t even seem to  know that you are next to him.

You run to the lake and strip another piece of clothe, soaking it you nearly trip over your own feet when you turn back to his side. Kneeled next to him you place the wet fabric on his forehead and then he blinks a couple times.

- Hey, Bucky? - you try again. He then turns his head towards you, his eyes full of bewilderment, you smile softly at him - Stay with me, okay? - he nods slowly 

You lick your dry lips ignoring the fast beats of your heart with just one goal in mind, save James. Trembling you check the open injury and caress his forehead, now full of sweat, for God’s sake… he’s suffering.

- Hey, hey - you try to catch his atenttion - Look at me Bucky - you open his shirt and, with difficulty, you move his big torso to take it off of him, you need to see since where the infection has spread

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Rental Contract (Namjoon/Reader)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Summary: Late, late, late. You were always late - to work, on bills, and more importantly, on your rent. Fortunately, your landlord is kind enough to help you find alternate ways to pay for that pesky rent you were always late on.

Genre: Smut - Alternate Universe

Words: 6K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Tags: Oral, fingering, dirty talk, dom!joon, etc. 

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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Forelsket - Part 4

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, mentions of Sam Wilson and Scott Lang

Word Count - 2316

Warnings - Angst, Language, Mentions of sex, Drinking

Forelsket -  (Norwegian) That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone

A/N - I almost cried whilst writing the ending…so there’s that. Please, let me know what you guys think!

Forelsket Masterlist

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

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My Girl, At Midnight

Idol: Mina (Twice)

Prompt: Can you do an girl x girl Mina fluff/smut? If you can where you’re busy with your upcoming projects which you haven’t been spending time with Mina bc you were so busy & Mina was trying to grab your attention but fails until she starts acting a bit aggressive towards you to take make you stop working thank you (:

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Okay, I know, this took me forever to write. But you have to be in the mood to write smut, and although I knew where I wanted to go with the story, it took me forever to actually be able to write it. Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Warnings: This is a smut, therefore there is sex. Lesbian sex, pretty explicit. Some curse words. A lil’ kinky, nothing huge, just one passing thought. Some impressive lingerie on Mina’s side. It’s smut, you know what you’re getting yourself into.

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Someday Your Child May Cry

Previous: Question | Preparations | Irrational | Confession | Collateral | Thoughtless | Interrupted | Recovering | Irresponsible | Possibility | Devastation | Confrontation | Generous | Confirmation | Understanding | Sight | Insatiable | Agreement | Family | Threatened | Terrified | Helpless | Mourning | Evasion | Gratitude




26. Unexpected

In the six or seven years that Mulder and Scully have known Walter Skinner, they’ve never known him to attend any sort of social gathering, much less host one himself. So when he drops by the basement office two days before Christmas to invite them to his New Year’s Eve party, they’re taken by surprise.

“Of course, I understand you can’t commit one way or another,” Skinner tells them, with a pointed look at Scully’s stomach. She’s four days from her due date and three minutes from reaching in and yanking the baby out all by herself. “But if nothing’s changed by then, and you feel up to it, I’d like it if you could both come.”

Privately, Scully doubts she’ll survive that long if she hasn’t given birth by then… but when New Year’s Eve arrives, and she’s got nothing to show for it except a few particularly intense Braxton-Hicks contractions, Scully allows Mulder to coax her into her lone maternity dress and out of her (now their, as of October) apartment.

“Come on, Scully,” he wheedles, as he pulls her, protesting and grumbling, out of the building and to the car. “Our boss has finally deemed us fit enough for public consumption to invite us to a social gathering. Don’t you want to reward his faith in us?”

The drive to Skinner’s apartment in Crystal City is just long enough for Scully to breathe her way through a few more Braxton-Hicks contractions. Each time, Mulder glances over at her nervously.

“Should we be timing these?” he asks, and Scully shakes her head.

“It’s not the real thing yet,” she says. “There’s no rhythm to them whatsoever. They don’t even hurt yet.”

“Yeah, but your pain tolerance is considerably higher than the average person’s, Scully. I’ve seen it. Are you sure we shouldn’t-”

“Mulder,” Scully snaps, cutting him off, “I went through the trouble of squeezing into this dress and putting on makeup, and I’m not going anywhere except to this party. At the stroke of midnight, and not a moment later, I’m getting back in this car, you are taking me home, and I’m not doing anything that I don’t want to do until this baby finally decides to make an appearance. Understand?” Mulder nods meekly, and says nothing for the duration of the drive.

A light snow has begun to fall by the time they arrive. Mulder glances up at the sky nervously, then at Scully, and appears to weigh the risk of commenting on potential risky driving conditions before deciding to keep quiet. Skinner, drink in hand, meets them at the door and attempts to thrust a glass of scotch at Mulder, who shakes his head.

“Better not,” Mulder says, and leans over to whisper something in Skinner’s ear that makes their boss immediately look concerned. Before either can start trying to convince her that maybe she should head to the hospital, Scully shakes her head and walks away as quickly as she can. 

Scully wanders from one group of fellow agents to another for an hour, making polite conversation, answering far too many well-meaning questions about when she’s due, how she’s feeling, whether or not she’s ready for this to be over yet. She fields the occasional labor-and-delivery horror story (why do people insist on sharing these with first-time mothers?) and dodges the obvious gossips who are clearly only looking for juicy tidbits to share at the water cooler. The entire time, she splits the remainder of her focus between keeping an eye on the steadily-increasing snowfall outside, and timing her contractions, which are increasing right alongside the snowfall.

With less than half an hour to go until midnight, Scully is finally no longer able to talk through the contractions, and the intervals between them are decreasing quicker than she would have believed possible. Carefully placing her half-drunk flute of ginger ale on the nearest table, she goes in search of Mulder.

Seconds later, however, she feels a sudden, warm gush of fluid between her legs, and she freezes in place, her breath catching in her throat. She’s just wondering what her chances are of finding Mulder before anyone notices when there’s a sudden gasp to her left.

“Oh my god!” shrieks Kim, Skinner’s assistant. “Your water broke!” As people around them begin to turn and gawk, Scully tried frantically to quiet Kim down.

“Kim, don’t-” But Kim whirls to the room at large, paying Scully no mind.

“SOMEONE FIND AGENT MULDER!” she yells, over the music, over the hum of conversation, and every eye is immediately on them. “AGENT SCULLY’S WATER JUST BROKE!” Scully feels her face go immediately red as every guest in the room simultaneously gasps and turns to look at her. Excited murmuring is suddenly everywhere, and moments later the crowd parts, revealing a panicked Mulder and a terrified Skinner, barreling through the guests at top speed. They skid to a halt at either side of her.

“I’m fine, Mulder,” Scully insists. “We should probably just- ohhhhh….” She groans sharply and bends at the waist, as much as she’s able, clutching at her belly, as the strongest contraction she’s felt so far seizes her. Mulder takes her arm and leads her through the crowd, towards the door. Skinner follows along behind them.

“We should call an ambulance,” he suggests. “It’s been snowing for hours and the roads are getting dangerous.” Scully opens her mouth to tell him that’s ridiculous, they’ll be fine driving on their own, but another contraction rolls over her and her words die in her throat. Mulder makes a strangled noise that suggests he’s inches from panic, and as the trio leaves the apartment, borne on a wave of well-wishes from the guests, Skinner pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Through a haze of pain, as she waddles slowly down the hallway, leaning on Mulder, Scully hears the AD calling for an ambulance, arguing with the dispatcher; then, as they reach the elevators, he hangs up in disgust.

“There are four multiple-car pileups in this part of town, because of the snow,” he says. “Every ambulance in the area is busy.”

“Don’t- need- an ambulance,” Scully grunts at him. “You drive us.”

“Me?” Skinner’s panic seems to ratchet up a notch when Scully nods.

“You’re a Vietnam veteran,” Scully says, as the contraction releases her from its grasp. “Are you telling me you’re too scared to drive a pregnant woman to the hospital?” Skinner opens his mouth to answer, but his retort dies in his throat as Scully doubles over with another contraction.

“They shouldn’t be this close together yet,” says Mulder anxiously. “This is faster than the book said it would be. What’s going on?” Scully shakes her head, unable to speak, and keeps moving, smacking the elevator button with all the force she can muster. Mulder and Skinner follow her into the car when it arrives… and as the doors slide shut, Scully suddenly feels an incredible pressure in her pelvis, accompanied by a deep, instinctual compulsion to push. She groans, leaning her back against the wall of the elevator and sliding to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Skinner demands, as both men kneel next to her. “What’s going on.”

“Now,” Scully huffs, beginning to pant. “The baby’s coming now.” Mulder pales.

“Not now!” he says. “It can’t come now, not here!”

“Yes. NOW.” Scully insists. She begins to wiggle out of her soaked underwear, grateful for her decision to wear a dress, and Skinner hastily stands and turns his back. “Mulder,” she pants, “need you to check. If you can see. The head.” Mulder nods, terrified, and lifts her dress, peering between her legs… and he immediately falls back on his hands, his eyes wide.

“I can see it!” he exclaims, looking up at her, his eyes wide, his panic intensifying. “It’s coming! What do I do?”

“Nothing,” Scully grunts. “Guide the head- as it slips- ouuuuuuut!” The urge to push hits her hard, and she obeys immediately.

“It’s coming out!” Mulder yells excitedly, and in the corner of the elevator, Skinner looks, in spite of himself, and quickly turns away again, leaning his head on the elevator wall. “No, wait!” yells Mulder, as the contraction ends. “It’s going back in again!” He looks up at Scully. “Is that normal?”

“Mulder, you said you read this part of the book!” yells Scully.

“Six months ago, Scully!” says Mulder defensively. “And that was before having part of my brain cut out!” There’s a sudden chime, and behind Mulder, the elevator doors slide open, revealing an extremely startled older couple.

“Get the next one!” yells Skinner, slamming the button to close the doors again. At the same time, Scully is hit by the strongest urge to push yet, and she bears down, grunting involuntarily in a way that would probably have embarrassed her to no end, had she not been wholly preoccupied by the searing pain in her abdomen and pelvis.

“OH MY GOD IT’S COMING!” yells Mulder, grabbing at his hair, now almost completely out of his head. Dimly, in the apartments beyond the elevator, Scully hears people counting down. It’s about to be midnight.

“CATCH IT, YOU IDIOT!” shrieks Skinner, and thankfully, as the pain reaches an almost unbearable crescendo and Scully screams, Mulder comes back to himself and reaches down, carefully guiding the tiny, slippery form from Scully’s body. There’s a half a second of terrifying silence… and then, blessedly, the elevator is filled with the indignant cries of new life. 

Mulder sits back on his haunches, the squalling newborn in his hands. His eyes, swimming with tears, are about to bug out of his head… and Scully realizes that he’s so overwhelmed, he has no idea what to do next.

“Your shirt,” she barks at Skinner, who jumps. “Give Mulder your shirt!” Skinner stares, confused. “To wrap the baby! We don’t have any blankets or towels!” Understanding, Skinner rips off his dress shirt, not even taking the time to unbutton it all the way, and thrusts it at Mulder, who tenderly wraps it around their new daughter.

The baby’s wailing mingles with the cheers of partygoers throughout the building welcoming in the new millennium. Still on his knees, Mulder crosses the few feet to Scully’s side and places the baby in her arms. Scully hungrily takes in every detail of her, from her dark hair and button nose to her tiny fists, clenched tightly, as she manages to work her arms out from under Skinner’s shirt.

Next to them, Skinner crouches down to get a better look. “Congratulations, agents,” he says, grinning. “She’s perfect.” Mulder smiles.

“Congratulations to you, too, Uncle Walter,” he says, and Skinner chuckles, flushing with pleasure. Outside, they can hear loud, off-key renditions of “Auld Lang Syne,” and Mulder leans over and gives Scully a kiss.

“Happy New Year, Scully,” he says, and she smiles.

“Happy New Year, Mulder.”

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Mulder paces up and down the hallway, bouncing the squalling baby in his arms, waiting for her cries to finally cease. Scully, still exhausted from giving birth two days ago, has just finished nursing her, and Mulder had sent her back to bed, promising that he’d calm the fussy baby so her mother could rest. Elizabeth Margaret Mulder, it’s becoming apparent, is every bit as capable as her mother is at voicing her displeasure whenever circumstances are not as they should be.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” Mulder murmurs in the infant’s ear, rubbing her back, trying to coax out a burp, in case that’s what’s upsetting her. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Elizabeth continues crying, her tiny legs kicking in distress.

Mulder thinks back, suddenly, to his dream, the shared hallucination he and Scully had had months ago, when they had finally come to an understanding about what each of them had thought their future together should look like. He remembers the song he’d sung the baby in his dreams… and taking a deep breath, he begins singing it to Elizabeth.

Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes,
And save these questions for another day
.”

The lines bring a smile to his face. If Elizabeth is anything like either of her parents, she’s likely to have nothing but questions as she grows up. He imagines, as he continues singing, all of the things their daughter will ask them, all of the arguments he and Scully are likely to have over how to answer her.

“Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?”

Scully will have to be the one to teach her to sail, he thinks to himself. The only thing he’ll be able to teach her about boats is how to throw up over the side of one without getting anything on herself. There will be plenty to teach her himself, though… how to tell a phony picture of a UFO from the real thing, why the Yankees are far superior to the Red Sox, how to shoot a free throw. Though, he thinks to himself, wryly, Scully might actually be better at teaching Elizabeth about baseball than him.

Goodnight, my angel, now it’s time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be
.

Elizabeth is quieting down in his arms as he reaches the end of the song, and he buries his nose in her hair, smelling her sweet scent, and closes his eyes. For the first time that he can remember, all is as it should be in his life. He has Scully, sleeping down the hall… and while Elizabeth might have derailed his plans to propose at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, the ring is still in his pocket, and he’ll have another chance soon enough… and besides, they’re a family already, more of a family than any ring or priest or judge or piece of paper could make them. 

Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.

Faded(Namjoon AMBW Smut)

{Text From: Pikachu}

Hey are you up?

{Text to: Pikachu} Yeah, I’m up, you know I never sleep late monster, or I try not to.

{Text From: Pikachu} Yeah I know.. I need to drive, down for a ride tonight?

{Text to Pikachu} You know I’m down, come pick me up? I’ll be ready when you be there.

{Text From: Pikachu} Alright princess, I’ll see you soon.

You smiled softly to yourself as you hopped up from your bed throwing your phone down onto the sheets. Moving to start stripping slowly you slipped on a two-piece lingerie set that was a soft purple, the lace texture showing off your nipples and if you looked hard enough your pussy could have been seen though the fabric as well. You gripped at one of Namjoon’s black hoodies that he seemed to leave at your house whenever he crashed for the night and slipped it on your body. Hearing your phone ring you knew he was outside so you put on black thigh high socks not wanting to put on pants and give away the surprise plus if things were going like you planned pants would only get in the way tonight. You moved to the bathroom undoing your hair from the high ponytail you were going to sleep in, letting it fall loose and frame your face you gave yourself a once over and a big smile to pep yourself up before you were grabbing at your phone and keys making your way from your room to the front where you slipped on Nike slides that he brought you and went outside. Namjoon was in a black car, something he always came to pick you up in when he needed to get away. No one besides the members and you knew about this car so it was easier for him to sneak around in it. Smiling at him, you opened the passenger’s door and got in sitting in the seat almost snuggling against the soft seat.

“You look beautiful as always.” Namjoon complimented as you moved to place on your seatbelt causing your face to heat up and you were thankful the light was dying down.

“And you look just handsome and ever so fine.” You commented looking over at him. His brown hair was away from his forehead and styled more on the messy side, his tanned skin glowing as the light faded. He had on gray sweats and a black V-neck showing off his skin and his arms. Teasing him you lightly pinched on his muscles and he chuckled starting to drive off.

“Someone has jokes.” He rolled his eyes and you shrugged looking out of the window.

“Part of the reason you fall for me every time.” You muttered out lifting your feet to rest against the dashboard looking out the window.

“And you know that’s not the only reason why.” He answered back moving his right hand to pat your thigh and grip at the inside of your left thigh as he drove.

You and Namjoon had been involved with each other a little over a year or so now. It started when you bumped into him smoking outside of a convenient store. You had wanted to spazz over him so bad but seeing him tense up as you stood frozen in front of the idol with the brown stick between his lips, you simply smirked and collected yourself walking past him whispering ‘put that out before you get caught’. You didn’t care that he smoked weed, who should it was his life. But knowing that you got to see him, and not react in such a way that he expected made you happy. Thinking you would never see him again you decided to attend a concert that the boys held in Seoul but you didn’t go onstage to meet them, you didn’t want to you only wanted to see him, the dimpled cutie. And from the way he looked at you, it was confirmation he remembered you. He chased you once he spotted your body leaving the venue. A little flustered he tried to get his words out, checking out your body his eyes were eager to roam your frame and your face last. “Want to hang out some time?” Was all it took for him to ask you before the both of you were bonding and getting to know each other. He called you up whenever he was stressed and needed to vent and smoke or just to fuck. And you single and currently working your job to live comfortable and pay bills, needed someone who could help you relieve stress since you weren’t involved with anyone. Namjoon was your best friend if you had to put it in to words. Just a best friend that you fucked until you couldn’t move or vice versa. Some nights there was cuddling too, it wasn’t always sexual between the two of you it was just something that you both loved doing and took advantage of.

Your head swirled around the male beside you, with one hand propped up against your cheek as your elbow pressed slightly against the fogging window you studied him from the corner of your eyes. How he was quiet yet biting on his bottom lip thinking intensely about something. Eyebrows furrowed slightly as his dimpled started to deepen with each nibble to his pink lips that he took. Your nose picked up on the soft smell of his cologne that bounced off the air waves of the car. He was so beautiful when he was quiet and even when he talked, his brown hair just resting there looking so soft like silk and a silent shudder overtook your body becoming littered with goosebumps as your mind wandered south.

“Will you ever stop watching me and just tell me what’s on your mind?” Namjoon asked chuckling softly as he made a few more turns before letting the black car move between a pair of trees that faced part of the Han River. Your face broke from the expressionless state you tried to keep it in. Your lips twitching tilting up in the corners placing a smile on your features. Your eyes focused on the lights that decorated the bridge going across the river before you looked over at the male who was leaning back against the black leather seats watching you.

“I can’t help it, you’re so beautiful Namjoon you know that I will always fawn over you and I rather do it quietly than be like every other fan girl..” You felt a soft pout adorn your features as quick as the smile had been there. Namjoon chuckled moving his hand from your thigh up towards your cheek, cupping it softly he tiled your head so that you watched him.

“I love that you watch me. But when you go quiet on me of course I worry just like you do me. Everything is fine though isn’t it?” He asked softly his deep voice making you feel reassured and calm. You knew he was caring but he was also trying to get out of opening up like always.

“Kim Namjoon. I appreciate your concern but at the moment I’m not going through anything you are now start talking.” You said a bit sternly but you leaned over to press a soft kiss against his pink lips before you pulled back to rest against the seat. Namjoon sighed heavily seeing that he hadn’t won, nodding his head he let you go leaning back against the seat looking out of the window.      

“We don’t have to talk if it’s that bad.” You tried to reassure him a bit, your hand coming up to rub across his shoulder blades and he smiled at you comfortingly finding peace at how slow and gentle you took him. He shook his head stating he would open up, licking on his lips he slowly started to speak.

You sat there and listened to his problems and concerns. Majority of his complaints weren’t that serious, just his thoughts that every person gets but some things made you worry and you had to remind him to always put his best food forward. You knew he was possible of achieving great things and you just needed him to believe it as well. He was afraid of somethings which was understandable and while he talked you made sure to pay attention reassuring him when you really needed to. Letting him have the floor though you made sure to not interrupt him while he vented his heart out. You admired his strength and the way his mind seemed to work about things. You loved a man with brains and beauty just like you were sure all men loved. Namjoon finally finished his long spew looking over at you with heavy eyes and you shrugged giving him your last piece of advice.

“You know what needs to be done. So do it, go for it and chase it. Stop being so afraid to take a chance because well you just won’t know if you don’t try.” You leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the lips and you saw his brown eyes cast downwards towards your lips causing you to smirk.

“Damn, y/n. With you kissing me like that I don’t need the weed.” He chuckled but pulled the stick out of his pocket already rolled up. You fished your hoodie for the lighter, sparking it to life you pressed the fire against the blunt letting the end burn as the smoke started to fill up the car. Namjoon kept the windows rolled up so that the high could come faster. While he worked on taking a few puffs your hands reached for the radio plugging in your phone to turn on Red Bone by Childish Gambino. Namjoon let out a content sigh with your playlist a vibe setting between you two that always seemed to start out like this.

An hour later you two were both stoned, your eyes glossed and tension running high. You crossed your legs one over the other to stop the dampening wetness that was taking a damage on your panties as well as the throbbing and the constant clenching from the need to feel him buried inside of you. Namjoon however just sat there mind reeling about how good it would feel to have your wet lips around his shaft, both pair.  Your head tilted back and you released a soft groan, Now or Never was the next song that blared through the speakers. You felt the heat flood to your face, it was too much and you needed him too bad tonight to play the waiting game.

“Fuck this shit.” You muttered out causing Namjoon to sit up about to question if something was wrong but in no time, you were straddling his lap your hands moving to tangle into his hair as your lips crashed together in a heated kiss. He groaned against your lips his large hands moving to grip at your hips pulling you closer to him. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, nibbling on the plump flesh and his tongue interrupted sliding into your mouth dancing against one another. You mewled in pleasure letting his tongue explore your wet canvas and flick over every ounce of space, your hips rolled down against his causing a shiver to trail down your spine at how good the friction felt. The lace panties you had on were very thin and you were feeling the outline of his hardened shaft pressing against your folds. He let you take the pace, knowing how to control his urge he let you dry hump him, loving how needy you were and how your body moved against his. He loved feeling like you were just needy for him. He loved how you couldn’t stop rocking your hips against his wanting more of him, the soft whimpers that passed from your lips to his. How your hands gripped at his hair to tug on the silk locks causing a grunt to leave his lips. One of his hands moved up to grip at your breast, fondling you through your bra and over the hoodie he felt for your nipple teasing you with soft touches. His free hand slipping under the hoodie, gripping at the panties he pulled on them until they were sliding between your ass cheeks. He moved both his hands back down, gripping at both of your ass cheeks he slapped them once before planting his feet down against the floor of the car properly grinding up against your heat. He moved his lips down to your jaw grazing it with his teeth before he moved to suck on your neck, creating blistering dark purple hickeys on your brown skin. Bruises that would stay on your skin for a while after this. He was a bit possessive of you and though no one outside of the members knew what lives you had mixed into each other, he took pride knowing when you went to work they all knew that someone was pounding your pussy the right way. Namjoon gripped at your ass cheeks tighter lightly bouncing you on his lap until he was shifting his hips lightly to press his outline against your clit, pressing your hips down hard against his he was able to rock upwards and rub against your clit the stimulation causing your head to tilt back as you cried out, your pussy clenching tightly as your toes curled in the socks, it didn’t take you long before you were cumming, ruining your panties and become a flustered mess on his lap. Namjoon chuckled helping you grind your hips until your high was passed.

“You always cum so easily for me on that first round. I love it.” He moved back to press a sweet kiss against your forehead.

“Fuck you.” You muttered pulling back from him to get in the space between his legs.

“That’s what you’re going to do in a bit yes.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, hands moving to grip at his shorts and you slipped them down his legs not surprised by the fact that he didn’t have on boxers. You moved to grip at his shaft, pumping it a few times before you licked up the salty sweet precum, your tongue swirling and rubbing against the sensitive slit. Namjoon cursed silently trying to keep his hips from bucking but it was hard with how you teased him and how he remembered your mouth feeling. You continued to pump him for a few strokes until your mouth was opening wider to take him down your throat. You started to suck on the head of his shaft harshly like it was a lollipop before you were sliding more of him into the warmth of your canvas. Sucking eagerly on his shaft you looked up at him with your wide eyes taking in the sight before you. He moved a hand to grip at your hair dictating the movements of your head. He watched you with lust blown eyes biting on those gorgeous lips as he concentrated on watching you suck his dick. Your tongue swirled around him searching for the spots to press against that you knew would make his toes curl. Your tongue lapped at him, slurping noises were falling form your lips as you slurped up the excess spit, feeling some drip from your lips to your chin but you didn’t care. Your free hand moved to grip at his balls fondling and playing with them. You felt them tighten as his cock throbbed and you pulled back with a wet pop shaking your head left to right.

“You’re not cumming without me.”

“Because you haven’t already?” He snarled back slightly jerking you into his lap which you loved for him to do. He gripped at the hems of the hoodie mumbling a ‘take this shit off’ as he stripped you and threw the hoodie into the back seat becoming speechless as he looked at the set you had on. You felt a surge of pride through your system, moving to situate yourself but before you could Namjoon ripped the panties from one side of your body enough to free your pussy just enough for him to slam up into you causing a cry to ripple from your throat. Your hands moved to grip at his shirt as he started to pound into you with his hands on your hips. Slamming you down he bucked his hips up, the slapping noises being heard over the blare of the music in the car which was still kind of hazy. Namjoon was sometime impatient and right now you knew he wanted you to cum just as much as he wanted to chase his own orgasm. He leaned close biting on your nipples through your bra, sucking on the flesh until it was damp he circled his hips up snapping against yours. The car was rocking you were sure of it, and the thrill of anyone coming and catching you both in the act made it feel more arousing. Your pussy dripped with wetness the tight walls sucking in his dick deep into your walls, your hand moved to press against the fogged-up window as the other hand gripped at his hair. You cried out everything that you could think of but your mind was going blank, all that you knew was that it was nice to feel Namjoon giving you everything you missed while he was gone. One of his arms locked around your waist from behind as he brought the other hand to rub at your clit, tapping against the puckered wet pebble he looked up at you giving you a sloppy kiss as your teeth clashed together as well as your tongues.

“Joon-“ You croaked out with whatever strength you had left and he got the hint nodding his head he dropped you down in his lap smirking up at you.

“Finish yourself off.” He demanded as he leaned back watching you. His erection still pressing against your insides against your spot. You whined softly hating when he was like this. Moving to slide your arms out of the bra straps to free your breast, you let your hands move to grip his knees behind you. Slowly you lifted yourself up and dropped yourself back down, repeating the motions over again until you were getting faster. Fucking yourself on his dick and he watched as you slid his dick deep into your wet pussy the tight suction causing his mind to become muddied as well. He didn’t say too much just watch you, his hands moving to pinch at your nipples fondling them some more. You could feel the familiar knotting in your stomach, the whines that bubbled from your lips didn’t mask the high pitch needy cry that ripped from your throat as you came on his shaft, bouncing with as much strength as you could, your legs starting to slightly shake as your arms slowly gave out. Namjoon moved his hands up to grip at your hips continuing to pound up into you until he was pulling out of you sliding you down on his lap. You got the hint, pressing your wet pussy lips against him you ground your hips back and forth until he was cumming on the crack of your plush ass and onto his legs. The cum running down his angry shaft, you waited a minute before you moved to get back on your knees licking him clean and smiling sheepishly.

Once you were done, Namjoon held you in his lap you both naked and just basking in the quiet city, your highs both dying down within each other.

“Come back to my house for round two?” you asked him softly and he nodded his head kissing your lips.

“I’m in the mood for a bubble bath fuck session.”    

Crowded (Chris Evans x Reader)

Request: Idk if you’re taking any requests or not but can I request a one-shot where reader is shopping at a crowded street and she slightly gets anxious at how crowded and unsafe the streets are at night then she bumps into her crush Chris Evans and he offers to be her chaperon for the night and she feels safer? Thank you

Requested By: @dramaqueenlito

Word Count: 2,342

A/N: Ok, I got a bit carried away with this, sorry it’s so long! I hope you like it.  This is my first request ever.  I wasn’t even planning on doing requests, but I got one, and I thought it was a nice little break from the series I’m working on.  Enjoy!

 

Thanksgiving was always a stressful time for you as it always seemed so hectic.  You were born and raised in Boston, but moved a few years ago to Newport, Rhode Island.  Being a freelance photographer was a dream job for you.  You were able to take the jobs you wanted, dictate your own schedule, and most importantly, less people to deal with.  You were always anxious around big crowds of people, which is one of the reasons you decided to move out of Boston.  Sure, you could have stayed in Massachusetts at least, but you wanted something different.  That was how you found Newport in Rhode Island.  A population of 25,000 people was much more appreciated in your eyes compared to Boston’s 673,000; and it was only an hour and 45 minute drive away.  

That’s where you found yourself for Thanksgiving, at your parents’ house, along with all your siblings. You made the drive two days ago, trying to beat that last minute rush of people; you did not want to deal with that kind of traffic.  

You were all sitting around the dining room table, eating the delicious meal you helped prepare with your mother and sister.  While Thanksgiving was stressful, you were thankful for your family and how they always supported you in what you did.  Your sister started talking about Black Friday shopping and you cringed. You didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.  Was it worth waiting in line for hours to get the cheapest brand TV, which you know would break within a year or two?  

Your sister noticed your reaction and just had to pipe in her remarks.  “Oooh, is Y/N going to be a wet blanket again and not come shopping with us?”

“Wet blanket?  Really Y/S/N?  Is that the best you could come up with?” you glared back at her.  You loved your sister of course.  You and your siblings always had that annoying “no matter how old we are we will always pick on each other” thing going on.  It was all fun and games, until someone made a bet.  You couldn’t back down from a bet.  No one in your family could; that’s just how competitive you were.

Your sister gave you a villainous grin, and you knew what was to come.  “Damnit” you scolded internally.  She was going to make a bet about going Black Friday shopping.

“I bet you couldn’t last the entire night Black Friday, without mom or me!” your sister said, loud and proud.

“And what do I get if I win?” you asked, trying not to sound too nervous.  Black Friday shopping was something you had nightmares about.  The crowds of people; congestion of bodies everywhere.  Hell, people have been trampled to death before!!  

“I will pay for anything photography related, as long as it stays below the $250 limit” your sister stated, pretty sure of herself that she would win.

You probably would have just thrown in the towel when she first announced it.  Your anxiety of crowds and crowded places at night not worth anything, until she said what your winnings would be.  Photography was not only your life, but your job, and you could always use a few upgrades to go with your camera, seeing as some of it was expensive.  You just couldn’t pass up this bet; it was too good.

“You got yourself a deal dear sister!”

“YES!  Ok, we will all ride to the mall together, but then you will split up from us.  I will be texting you ever hour for a reminder, and at that time, you have to snap a picture of yourself in front of a store.  AND it has to be a different store each time.  You can stay in the mall, or go outside to the boutiques.  I really don’t care, as long as I get a picture every hour.  Deal?”

“Deal” you say as you extend your hand across the table to shake your sisters.  A deal was never cemented until you shook on it.  

A few hours later, you were waiting in line to the mall.  Standing in a long ass line full of people, bundled up in a jacket and scarf, shivering.  The streets were littered with people.  Everywhere you looked there were people standing and walking.  It reminded you of Times Square in NYC.  Your anxiety started creeping up and you felt yourself getting restless.  The stores and malls that aligned downtown Boston would all be opening at the same time in a matter of seconds.  You felt your heart rate increase a bit as you anxiously waited, hoping the night would go by fast.  

Up ahead you heard people start to cheer and you knew the mall doors were opening.  People started pushing forwards and your breath hitched. You clung to your sisters’ hands until you made it inside the mall, and she let go.  

“It’s 11pm now Y/N, so I expect a picture the first picture of you at midnight.  Go buy some stuff while you’re out tonight” your sister says to you as she starts to speed walk deeper into the mall.

People were rushing all around you to get to their designated stores; for their damn deals. You were getting pushed around in all different directions.  You felt your breathing becoming really shallow, thoughts of impending death from being trampled running through your mind.  You needed air; you needed to get outside to get some fresh air before you collapsed.

You started jogging towards the front door but nothing was working.  People came stampeding towards you to get into the mall, while you were struggling to get outside.  You felt the sweat start to bead on your forehead, your jacket making your body feel like you were wearing a sweater and ugg boots on a July day in Arizona.  

After pushing past people for what felt like hours, you finally broke free and stumbled towards a lamp post.  You hung onto it for dear life; you were trembling and started to hyperventilate. Nobody was paying attention to you, or trying to help you.  Until he showed up.

“Hey, hey are you okay miss?” you heard a man’s voice ask you.

You could barely breathe, let alone talk, so you just shook your head violently back and forth.

“You need to sit down. Can I help you to a bench?” he asked.

“Pl-please” you choked out.

He gently put his hand on your back and pried your hand off the lamp post.  You kept your head down, watching where you were walking so you wouldn’t fall down; the man had your arm gripped tightly, yet affectionately, so he could guide you to sit down.

Once you reached the bench, you plopped down, trying to take deep breaths.

“Lean your head down a little” you did as he said, “there you go, now concentrate on deep breaths.”

As your mind started to clear up and you could concentrate a little more, you listened to his voice. It sounded oddly familiar to you. He kept talking to your throughout your attack, telling you encouraging words.  

It took a few more minutes, but you were able to regain your breathing and your shaking subsided.  You perch your head up and turn to the left, looking into the eyes of the man who saved you, and realized who it was. Chris Evans just saved you.  You couldn’t believe your eyes; maybe it was your brain being foggy from everything that happened.  You’ve had a massive crush on him for years!

“Thank you” you say to him, a thankful smile appearing on your face.

“It’s really no problem, I’m Chris” he says extending his hand to you.

You take his hand in yours, and you can’t quite explain it, but you felt safe there with him.  

“Y/N” you respond, “and I’m actually a big fan of yours”, blush immediately creeping onto your face.

You didn’t lie there. You loved his movies, and not just Avengers and Captain America.  

“Thank you” he says with a chuckle.  “I always love to meet my fans.  So, you doing some Black Friday shopping?”

“Uhh, well, not exactly” you express, “I’m actually out here because of a bet with my sister.  She didn’t think I’d be able to last Black Friday shopping because of my anxiety towards crowds.”

“Wow, you braved these crowds for a bet?  I hope there is something worth it in the end” he barked out a laugh.

You gave him a huge grin “oh there is, otherwise I wouldn’t be out here.  I’m a photographer and she said she would buy me accessories.  I couldn’t back down from that!”

“Do you want company tonight?”

You completely taken aback. Why would he offer such a thing? Surely he had plans, and you didn’t want to bother him.

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that.  I don’t want to keep you from your plans.  Thank you though.”

He gave you that boy next store smile that you always loved when you saw him in pictures.  “I actually don’t have any plans.  I actually don’t really know why I came out tonight.  I’d just rather you not be alone if you had an anxiety attack.  At least I could help you if you had another one.”

You had to admit, just sitting here next to him and talking to him made you feel safe.  You didn’t even notice the crowds of people walking all around you; if was as if everything disappeared.  

“Umm, well, I guess if you have nothing better to do” you replied bashfully.

“Alright then, let’s get to it!”

The two of you walked around the rest of the night, his hand tightly in yours to keep you grounded. You didn’t mind one bit, this was Chris Evans you were talking to!  He wanted to hear all about your job and you happily did so.  You described to him the few cameras you owned, and also told him about the camera you had wanted to get.  It was the best camera out there, but it was just too expensive.  The two of you even walked by a camera store and you pointed out that you were planning on coming back here tomorrow afternoon so your sister could pay off her debt.  He seemed to really enjoy hearing about your work, and it made you smile.

The two of you talked about growing up in Massachusetts and where your favorite places were.  Chris pointed out his favorite pub that he always comes to when he is in town visiting his family.  You mentioned to him that you now lived in Newport and you boasted about the beautiful waterfront views.  “I just might have to visit there” he stated after, which made you blush profusely.

You also told him about having to take pictures every hour, and Chris certainly helped you out with that. He would recommend stores to take pictures in front of, along with telling you to make goofy faces.  The night was coming to an end and you were kind of bummed.

He wrapped you in his arms, giving you a bear hug and you didn’t want to let go.  

“Thank you Chris, for keeping me company tonight.  I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“It was my pleasure Y/N. Thank you for letting me into your life for the night.  Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, wondering around Boston” he said giving you a big smile.

You two parted ways as you walked to your sisters’ car.  You waited there another ten minutes before your sister and mom showed up, bags in hands.

“I win” you gloat to your sister as she glares at you.

The next afternoon, you and your sister were on your way to the little camera store you pointed out to Chris.  You knew the exact accessories you were looking for and couldn’t wait for your sister to pay off her debt to you.  You didn’t win the bets very often, so you were in a pretty good mood today.  Your mind drifting to Chris, wishing there was another way to say thank you for keeping you company and keeping you safe.

You walked into the camera shop and immediately went to the glass case, looking for the dream camera you wanted, but didn’t see it there.  

“Excuse me, but are you Y/N?” the salesperson asks.  

“Yes” you state confused.

“You have a gift here for you” the clerk said as they went in back to grab the gift.  They placed it on the counter and walked away to greet another customer.  You looked around and noticed your sister was standing along the wall, phone in her hand, oblivious as to what was going around.  

You grabbed the letter on top of the box and opened it.

Y/N,

Thank you for last night.  I really didn’t know what made me want to go to downtown Boston during Black Friday, but I’m glad I did.  I got to meet you.  I want you to know that I had a great time simply wandering around and talking.  I could see it in your eyes the love you have for your job, so I wanted to give you something.  Think of it as a Thank You gift, and an early Christmas gift.  I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.  XOXO Chris

Your arms were trembling slightly while you opened the box.  You let out a gasp at what you saw; the dream camera that you’ve always wanted, but was too expensive to buy.  Chris must have really paid attention to everything you said last night, because this was the exact camera you wanted; every detail you explained.  

You felt a tear of happiness slide down your cheek as you examined your new camera.  You couldn’t wait to try it out.  You could only hope that you were lucky enough to run into Chris again in the future to say thank you for such a generous gift.  

ghosts can’t pick up power drills (probably)

aka one day i will write a serious unsolved fic but today certainly is not that day
pairing: highkey shane/ryan
rating: shane tries very hard to get ryan to bone in a haunted house so there’s mentions of sexuality but nothing explicit
content: shane is insatiable, ryan is tired, mentions of power drill homicide, nothing in this fic is taken remotely seriously 
on ao3

“What you’re suggesting is that we have sex in the exact spot where a dude was once brutally murdered with a power drill. That is what you’re suggesting to me right now.”

Shane throws up his hands. “Well, sure, when you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous.”

“I feel like it doesn’t need to be said, except this is you we’re talking about, so—no, Shane, I am not going to have sex with you in the exact spot where a dude was once brutally murdered with a power drill. That is, shockingly, not how I want to spend my Friday night.”

Shane gestures to the area next to the bed. “What about there.”

Ryan resists what is becoming a very, very strong urge to bury his face in his hands. “I am not going to have sex with you in a spot slightly to the left of where a dude was once brutally murdered with a power drill.”

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RENT LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ’  525,600 minutes — how do you measure a year?  ’
  • ’  how about love?  ’
  • ’  how do you document real life when real life’s getting more like fiction each day?  ’
  • ’  we’re hungry and frozen, some life that we’ve chosen.  ’
  • ’  how we gonna pay last year’s rent?  ’
  • ’  zoom in as they burn the past to the ground and feel the heat of the future’s glow.  ’
  • ’  how do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?  ’
  • ’  when they act tough you call their bluff.  ’
  • ’  what happened to ___? what happened to his heart? and the ideals he once pursued?  ’
  • ’  you’re wasting your time.  ’
  • ’  it’s what we used to dream about, think twice before you pooh-pooh it!  ’
  • ’  time flies, and then no need to endure anymore. time dies.  ’
  • ’  what’d you forget?  ’
  • ’  i know you — you’re shivering.  ’
  • ’  i’m just a little weak on my feet.  ’
  • ’  would you light my candle?  ’
  • ’  they say that i have the best ass below 14th street. is it true?  ’
  • ’  i didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.  ’
  • ’  i’m nineteen, but i’m old for my age. i’m just born to be bad.  ’
  • ’  do you wanna dance?  ’
  • ’  today for you, tomorrow for me!  ’
  • ’  darling, be a dear. haven’t slept in a year.  ’
  • ’  we agreed on a fee, a thousand dollars guarantee, tax free. and a bonus if i trim her tree.  ’
  • ’  say something, anything.  ’
  • ’  i’m so mad that i don’t know what to do.  ’
  • ’  feel like going insane, got a fire in your brain, and you’re thinking of drinking gasoline.  ’
  • ’  have you ever doubted a kiss or two?  ’
  • ’  i’m defeated, i should give up right now.  ’
  • ’  i’d fall for her still anyhow.  ’
  • ’  look, i find some of what you teach suspect because i’m used to relying on intellect, but i try to open up to what i don’t know. because reason says i should’ve died three years ago.  ’
  • ’  forget regret or life is yours to miss.  ’
  • ’  what’s the time? well it’s gotta be close to midnight.  ’
  • ’  my body’s talking to me, it says time for danger.  ’
  • ’  i’ve had a knack from way back at breaking the rules once i’ve learned the game.  ’
  • ’  let’s go out tonight.  ’
  • ’  in the evening i’ve got to roam, can’t sleep in the city of neon and chrome.  ’
  • ’  i should tell you, i should tell you ——  ’
  • ’  looking for romance? come back another day.  ’
  • ’  there is no future, there is no past. i live this moment as my last.  ’
  • ’  if you’re so wise, then tell me — why do you need smack?  ’
  • ’  long ago you might’ve lit up my heart, but the fire’s dead and ain’t never ever gonna start.  ’
  • ’  will i lose my dignity? will someone care?  ’
  • ’  times are shitty, but i’m pretty sure they can’t get worse.  ’
  • ’  let’s open up a restaurant in santa fe.  ’
  • ’  live in my house, i’ll be your shelter. just pay me back with one thousand kisses.  ’
  • ’  i’ve longed to discover something as true as this is.  ’
  • ’  last night i had a dream.  ’
  • ’  moo with me.  ’
  • ’  you make fun, yet i’m the one attempting to do some good.  ’
  • ’  not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad.  ’
  • ’  la vie boheme.  ’
  • ’  and ___ will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days.  ’
  • ’  excuse me, did i do something wrong? i get invited then ignored all night long.  ’
  • ’  life’s too short babe, time is flying. i’m looking for baggage that goes with mine.  ’
  • ’  i should tell you, i’m disaster.  ’
  • ’  the opposite of war isn’t peace, it’s creation.  ’
  • ’  so be kind and don’t lose your mind, just remember that i’m your baby.  ’
  • ’  take me for what i am, who i was meant to be.  ’
  • ’  folks would kill to fill your shoes.  ’
  • ’  i hate mess but i love you.  ’
  • ’  i quit unless you take it back.  ’
  • ’  guess i’m leaving. i’m gone.  ’
  • ’  without you, the earth turns, the sun burns, but i die without you.  ’
  • ’  how could a night so frozen be so scalding hot? how can a morning this mild be so raw?  ’
  • ’  that’s poetic. that’s pathetic.  ’
  • ’  will it mean that it’s the end and i’m alone?  ’
  • ’  you said you’d never speak to him again.  ’
  • ’  who said i was talking to you?  ’
  • ’  run away, hit the road, don’t commit — you’re full of shit.  ’
  • ’  i’d be happy to die for a taste of that — someone to live for, unafraid to say ‘i love you’.  ’
  • ’  love’s not a three way street.  ’
  • ’  i can’t believe this is goodbye.  ’
  • ’  ___ has got his work, they say. ___ lives for his work and ___’s in love with his work. ___ hides in his work.  ’
  • ’  yes, you live a lie, tell you why — you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive.  ’
  • ’  perhaps it’s because i’m the one of us to survive.  ’
  • ’  you don’t want to watch me die.  ’
  • ’  i just came to say goodbye, love.  ’
  • ’  please don’t touch me.  ’
  • ’  don’t breathe too deep, don’t think all day.  ’
  • ’  you’re living in america — leave your conscience at the tone.  ’
  • ’  and when you’re dying in america at the end of the millenium, you’re not alone.  ’
  • ’  i should tell you — i love you.  ’
  • ’  your eyes as we said our goodbyes — can’t get them out of my mind.  ’
  • ’  i have always loved you, you can see it in my eyes.  ’
  • ’  hold onto love, it’ll keep your strong.  ’
  • ’  love heals.  ’
The Things She Carried

Part 5. Closer and Closer

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2400+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @maui137 @electricbluecas @squirrellover1967 @kazchester-fanfiction @gabavaldman @riversong-sam @lavieenlex @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @holywaterbucketchallenge @soullessbabee @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @barneybrigade @extreme-supernatural-lover @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @iliketowrite02 @stormisamystery @itschelseabennett @samdean-67 @jensen-jarpad @27bmm

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{PART 12} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson, Jinyoung & BamBam)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Summary; Jackson and Jinyoung go through with setting their plan in motion - while Jaebum begins to fall apart from the inside out.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

{Part 1} // {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

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Paranoid

Request: None

Pairing: King Arthur (The Legend of the Sword) x Reader

Summary: Arthur can’t find you and he get’s extremely anxious. (Happens while Arthur is still in Londinium)

 Warnings: I think I swore somewhere in there.

Word count: 2,650

A/N: I’m debating whether or nor I  should delete this account since I barely even post anything ever, but for now, have this King Arthur: Legend of the Sword imagine because i just rewatched it for like the fifth time today. I swear this was meant to be short and lightweight but you know me wh00ps (honestly don’t even like this one sm, I’m just posting it bc it’s the first thing I’ve written in aaaaaggeesss)

My Masterlist

Originally posted by sikanapanele

Paranoid

Arthur let out a deep breath as he felt himself being pulled out of his unconscious state and back into his bed, where the sunlight began to stream in. It flooded the room, illuminating it with a dim glow and slight warmth, something he appreciated deeply. He had yet to open his eyes, but a small smile already invaded his features.

This smile was due to one thing and one thing in particular: you. Arthur’s mind was swamped with memories of last night’s happenings, contently basking in every touch and laugh the two of you shared, not to mention everything else that came after that. His brain recreated your face so beautifully in front of lids, which were shut, that he couldn’t keep himself from thinking of you persistently.

After a while, Arthur’d had enough of imagining your face and felt an urge to see it for himself again. He wanted to be able to study every dip and curve on it, and engrave it into his memory more than it already was, if that was even possible.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 17.)

CHAPTER TITLE: We Need to Talk

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
After witnessing Negan’s brutal attack, you keep your distance from both men until they decide that they need to talk to you and admit something very important. 
Word Count: 3,383
Warning: SMUT!!! (voyeurism)
Author’s Note: Yessss. I am all for make-up, slow sex in stories especially with these two! Anyway, I did a time jump simply because I think the Reader needed to just gather her thoughts. Aside from that, it finally happened!! I wonder when the Reader will admit it too? Hm… Enjoy! :-) Also, thanks to RoxtheRoxie on AO3 for suggesting the new route I will be taking that will involve tons of angst! :-)

(GIF Source: @jeffrey-daddy-morgan​ || @stevenblogg​)

You couldn’t sleep for the past few days since Negan attacked the group that you familiarized yourself with the other night. The sounds of his bat connecting with the skulls of the two victims were implanted in your mind as if it wanted you to remember.

Since the incident, you kept your distance with both men. You had bumped into them on occasion, but you simply nodded and continued walking. You couldn’t look at either Simon or Negan due to the looks on their faces from the previous night. They had turned into ruthless monsters, but deep down, you knew it was simply a façade they both had to keep to make sure the Sanctuary was running smoothly.

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Sunny Spain

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen decides that his work is getting to much for him to handle so books a spontaneous trip to Spain, where he meets the reader.

Word Count: 2518

Warnings: Reader’s got a shitty past, mostly fluff, porcupine hair!jensen(defo a warning)

A/N-This is my entry for @dancingalone21 Lau’s Summer Escape Challenge - I chose the prompt Barcelona, Spain if you couldn’t already tell by the title. And thank you @salvachester who I can’t freaking tag, for checking my Spanish for me.

It was quite funny actually the green eyed man had been at the bar for at least ten minutes and still no such luck. From afar, you bit your lip, trying to stifle a laugh. He was getting frustrated, that much you could tell.

Getting up from your place on the sandy beach, you dust the sand off your butt and walk over to the bar, where the man was still shouting.

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let me rest (in peace)

(ao3)


“Clarke?”

“Mmph.”

In the brief pause after she grunts in acknowledgment, she almost falls back to sleep. It feels like the middle of the night, her upper and lower lashes have fused together, and if her roommate hadn’t (probably repeatedly) called her name, she’d be in the deepest depths of her sleep cycle right about now.

Instead of letting her return to her regularly scheduled unconsciousness, Bellamy asks, “Did you call my name?”

Clarke huffs, trying to process the question.

“Mmm-mn,” she forces out at last.

Bellamy is silent for another beat, and then– “Okay. Sorry to wake you up.”

She doesn’t come up with a response before he eases her door closed again with a soft click and darkness overtakes her once more.

Because Bellamy is a teacher who rises obscenely early in order to beat his students to his classroom, and Clarke wakes up at a normal human time, their paths don’t often cross in the morning. It’s not until after her second cup of coffee at work that she even remembers the incident.

Clarke: Did you come into my room at like three a.m.?

Bellamy: It was like four, but yeah.

Clarke: W H Y

Bellamy: I thought I heard my name. Excuse me for trying to make sure you weren’t dying, Princess.

She snorts and sends him all the chicken emojis, which are at the front of her recently used because she sends them to him whenever he’s being a mother hen. Whenever he sneaks fruit cups into her lunchbox, or throws a scarf at her if he thinks she isn’t dressed warmly enough, or texts her reminders to drink water when she’s out with Raven and Octavia (who, granted, get similar texts).

Having Bellamy for a roommate has worked out better than Clarke ever could have predicted. They get along about all the most important things, and when they butt heads on the small stuff, neither of them is the type to get passive-aggressive about it. They might get regular-aggressive, but it seems to work for them.

(Maybe a little too well.)

Which is why Clarke doesn’t feel weird about teasing him when she gets home to find him buried in paperwork on the couch, “Hear any voices lately?”

“Shut up,” he says without looking away. “Next time I’ll just leave you to die all alone. You’ll be all, ‘Bellamy, help’ and I’ll be like, 'wouldn’t want to wake her up if I’m wrong.’ And then boom.”

“Boom what?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s the boom?”

“Oh.” He does look up now, contemplating. His glasses are perched on the end of his nose and Clarke is ridiculously fond of him. “I don’t know. Ceiling fan falls and decapitates you.”

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Complicate Matters

Hi Everyone, (two WIP updates in one night, what is happening!!!)

This is the next part in my Bughead Social Worker AU.

The first two parts are: Meeting Time and Can I Have A Volunteer.

After this part we have one more to go. Which is a little sad because this series has been a lot of fun to write.

I hope you enjoy this part as much as I did writing it.


Betty was in the break room waiting for the ancient coffee machine to brew the barely palatable coffee she had already downed two cups of. She feels her presence behind her. Breathes in his scent as he reaches past her head for a mug in the cupboard just above her head. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, bracing her hands on the counter in front of her.

“Enough for two?” Jughead whispers into her ear and a shiver travels down her spine at the sound of his voice and his breath against her ear. She nods her eyes still closed, her body stiff and on edge. She feels a hand on her waist, his hand gentle at as his thumb strokes the fabric of her thin blouse and she can feel the heat from his hand against her. The hum of the machine and her own breathing the only sounds she can focus on.

Jughead tightens his grip as he spins her round pinning her against the counter, she can feel it digging into her lower back. She narrows her eyes at him in question, they can’t do this in the break room in the middle of the day. She isn’t pushing him away though, she isn’t removing herself from being pressed against his body. In fact her arms are moving up his back grasping at the denim and pulling him flush against her so there isn’t any space between them. He kisses her wet and heavy as she struggles to keep up. His hand on her waist travels lower to grasp her hip, she moans into his mouth at the pressure. Enjoying the feeling of his strength against her softness. His hand is gripping her leg, moving up her thigh as he pulls it up to wrap around him as his hand continues to move further and further up as her breathing grows heavier in anticipation of it’s destination.

“Betty! Earth to Betty.” She shakes her head, refocusing on the subject of her sordid day dreams while Kevin snaps his fingers in front of her face in an attempt to get her attention. She looks up at Kevin who is smirking at her. He has been smirking and giving her ‘looks’ ever since he came to ‘rescue’ her and Jughead from the supply closet.

“Kevin.” She pushes his hand away from in front of her face and shifts her attention back to her computer screen. It’s been happening more frequently losing herself in these little fantasies as the words on her screen meld into one and the monotony of the constant stream of paperwork begs her to take a break.

“Thought we had lost you there.” He was sitting on her desk, looking over a file in his hands. “I was just asking whether you wanted a coffee from the place down the road?”

“Sure.” She rifled through her bag for her purse, pulling out a note and handing it to Kevin.

“Hey Jughead.” Her co-worker who she could not stop fantasising about who was currently at the printer spun around. “You want a coffee?” He nodded and indicated towards his bag that was on his desk next to Betty’s.

“Money’s in there.”

“I’ll let you do the honours.” Kevin told Betty. Betty took the bag from the desk and looked through it for his wallet. She soon found it and opened it to look for a note, she didn’t find any, what she did find however was a bright blue foil packet. She dropped the wallet back into his bag as if she had been burnt by it. Her cheeks were turning a bright shade of red.

“I’ll get Jughead’s,” she said eagerly, fishing out another note from her own purse and slamming it in Kevin’s hand. Kevin jumped back up from his position on her desk before making his way towards the exit, grabbing Archie to drag along with him in the process. She still had his bag on her lap. She stared at it for a moment. Her heart was racing and she was already chastising herself for having such a reaction to a condom packet. Most guys probably carried them it wasn’t as though he had gone out and purchased one just for her. Besides she was on the pill anyway so if they did have - . She stopped her train of thoughts before the re-entered that dangerous territory where she imagined herself having sex, again, with Jughead Jones.

“Does Archie have to go with him everywhere?” Jughead said as he returned to his desk, dropping the stack of papers that he had retrieved from the printer.

“I think Kevin has kind of gotten used to him hanging around now.” It had been a week since Kevin had been assigned to be Archie’s mentor of sorts. Kevin was shadowing Archie to make sure he didn’t say anything in appropriate to a client again and had even started on occasion to defend Archie against the persistent jibes that Jughead sent his way.

“Well good for them. Rather him than me though.” Jughead leaned back in his chair, his fingers clasped behind his head. His eyes flicked to where Betty was still holding his bag. Her eyes widening as he met them. “You going to keep my bag Betty?”

“Sorry I -”. She handed the bag back over to him, or more accurately flung it back at him. “I got yours.” He raised an eyebrow at her in question. “I couldn’t find any money in there and I’m pretty sure I owe you or something.” She didn’t mean for the words to come out as rushed as they did, her voice unsure.

“Betts, you wouldn’t be nervous about our dinner date would you?”

“Dinner date?”

“You forgot.” He shook his head in mock disappointment as he sat back up in his chair. “You said three weeks ago if I could go a whole week without making a snide comment to Weatherbee you would let me take you out for dinner.” He repeated their agreement and Betty had been in such another head space since their encounter in the supply closet that she had forgotten completely about their stupid wager. “I believe there was a definite tone of disbelief and dare I say mocking as you made the wager. But when that clock over there says 5.00pm I will be victorious.” He relaxed back in his chair, as Betty continued to stare at him.

“You had three days leave this week.” She said an accusing tone in her voice.

“Yeah that made this week my week to shine. I can keep my remarks to myself for two days especially when Weatherbee is at a conference for one of them. I just had to get through that team meeting and I was home free.” Betty’s mind was racing now, trying to think of a time this week when Jughead hadn’t been able to hold his tongue but she was coming up empty.

Even at the weekly team meeting he had been remarkably restrained, not that she herself had managed to pay much attention to what happened in that meeting. They had been trying to move past what had happened in the supply closet, once in the open space she felt as though she could think a little clearer and her brain was telling her that starting a relationship with Jughead was not a good idea. But she couldn’t help herself. That was when the fantasies had started. The day dreams. The first one had been in that team meeting when she had been staring at the projected image on the blank wall ahead of her. Weatherbee’s voice had been droning on, Jughead was fully engaged in his tally sheet and the neat set of squares he was drawing at the bottom. His tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. Which led her to think about his lips and it had escalated from there.

She had thought about the supply closet then and what might have transpired if Kevin had not returned when he did. Her skin was flushed and her heart racing as she remembered the feeling of his lips against hers and imagining what else his mouth could do if given the opportunity. She had jumped her pen dropping from her hand and rolling onto the floor when he had leant over to whisper in her ear that he was pretty sure Ethel had managed to fall asleep during the meeting. She had and Betty had tried to desperately regain her composure and keep her mind from wandering back to him for the rest of the meeting.

“Fine.” She relented. Returning to focus on her screen willing Kevin to hurry up with the coffee run. “But I choose where we go.” Her thoughts drifted back to the condom she had found in his wallet, is that why he was carrying one, because he knew he was going to dinner with her and he just thought that she wouldn’t be able to resist his charms. Well, she decided then that she was going to make him work for it.

***

“It’s 5 o’clock Betty.” He said in her ear his voice taking on a sing song quality as she swore his body was doing a subtle dance.

“I want Japanese.” She stood up from her desk. “Pick me up from my place in 1 hour. Don’t be late.” She grabbed her bag and made her way towards the exit while Jughead hurried to shut his own computer down, to catch her up. She waved to him as the lift doors shut and he was still trying to shove paperwork into his bag.

“Do I even want to know?” Kevin mumbled from his own desk as he packed it up in a much more organised fashion than Jughead. Each folder being placed carefully into the satchel that he always carried with him, in pristine condition compared to Jughead’s beat up messenger bag.

“Betty and I are going out for dinner.” Jughead said unsuccessful in hiding the smile that crossed his face.

“Oh Thank God!” Kevin shouted as he looked up at the ceiling while Jughead looked at him confused by his outburst. Kevin turned towards him and pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. “Seriously the eye fucking that has been going on in this office has been as unbearable as Archie trying to give a talk to a 15 year old girl about the importance of using protection. Which I had the pleasure of witnessing this morning, thanks to you two.”

“I don’t think there has been -”

“Ethel!” Kevin shouted over to Ethel who was seated a few desks away from them. “Have Jones and Cooper been eye fucking each other.” Jughead rubbed his and over his face at his personal life being discussed openly in the office.

“Yep.” Kevin indicated towards Ethel as she had confirmed his position before looking back at Jughead who was still standing near his desk stunned that the whole office seemed to have noticed what was going on between him and Betty.

“You two need to work out what the hell is going on, sort it out, get it out of your system, whatever.” Kevin gesticulated with his hands. “And then we can all get on with our work.”

“Thanks?” Jughead responded unsure of how he should respond to his co-worker actively encouraging him to get it on with another co-worker.

“You’re welcome.” Jughead finished packing his bag before making his way towards the exit. Kevin grabbed him by the arm as he went to leave.

“Oh and Jughead. Lose the beanie.”

kingshadows1001  asked:

I got a prompt. maybe everyone forgets it's kirishima's birthday except bakugou n like baku leaves a gift or card or something for him that says "happy birthday shitty hair <3"

lowkey this got away from me I’m sorry lolol but yesss bless you! And happy birthday Kiri

Kirishima usually always woke up in a good mood. He enjoyed the mornings; they were quiet and peaceful and he was always productive during the first hours of the day.

However, this particular morning was different.

He smiled as he turned off his alarm, glancing at the date on his phone before getting up to start his usual routine. He felt an abnormal amount of energy surge through his body as he changed into his workout clothes, slipping on his favorite pair of running shoes before leaving his dorm and going on his usual morning run, repeating the same thought in his mind.

It’s my birthday!

This overabundance of energy did not dissipate after his run nor as he showered and got ready for class. Actually, he seemed to be getting more and more excited as the minutes passed.

His entire body buzzed as he walked down the halls, greeting everyone he passed with a bright smile on his face.

“Yo Kiri!” He turned around to see Kaminari jog up to him, falling in step together as they continued their way to class.

“Hey Kami! Great day isn’t it?”

“Wow what’s got you all happy today?”

His smile faltered slightly but managed to keep his lips turned up. “I’ll give you three guesses bro.”

“Shit man you know I’m bad at guessing.”

“It’s true!” Both boys turned when they heard a high-pitched voice come from behind, both jumping slightly as Mina wedged herself between them, throwing her arms over their shoulders. “Wait, what are we talking about?”

“Just why Kiri is happy.”

“Oh, he’s always happy though! Did you fry more brain cells Kami?”

“What! No!”

Kirishima listened to his friends banter as he walked with them, chest slightly tightening at the thought that popped up.

They forgot my birthday.

Kirishima tried to shake off the fact that two of his best friends seemingly forgot about his birthday. Maybe they’re tricking me? Yeah! That has to be it! They’re probably planning a surprise party or something. He snapped out of his thoughts when people started to talk amongst themselves, realizing then that he wasn’t paying attention to Aizawa’s lecture whatsoever.

Leaning over his desk, he tapped Kaminari on the shoulder, pulling the other away from his conversation with Jirou. “Hey man, what are we doing?”

Kaminari blinked at him  for a moment. “Dude were you not paying attention? Are you feeling okay?” He tried to reach out his hand to feel Kirishima’s forehead but the redhead gently swatted it away.

“No dude I’m fine,” he gave a reassuring smile. “But seriously, what’s going on?”

“Partner research paper over the reason and effectiveness over one of the hero laws.”

“Ah okay. Wanna be partners?”

Kaminari gave him a guilty look and spoke quietly. “Sorry Kiri, I told Sero last time that I would work with him.” He stood up and gave Kirishima’s shoulder a pat. “Sorry again bro but I think Bakugou still needs a partner!”

Kirishima looked over to Bakugou who was just staring out the window, not caring about what was happening around him.

He took a deep breath and plastered on a smile before standing and walking over to the blonde’s desk. “Hey Bakugou!” he exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He watched as the other turned around, signature scowl on his face.

“The fuck do you want, shitty hair.”

“Be my partner?” When he didn’t receive an answer he started to panic slightly. “For the project!”

“And why the fuck would I want to work with you on this shit?”

“Because I need a partner and you need a partner!”

“What makes you think I need a damn partner dipshit?!” Kirishima took another deep breath.

“Come on man please?” He clapped his hands together in mock prayer, staring at Bakugou whose gaze was locked onto his.

“You better not fucking slack off. I won’t fail because your dumbass isn’t smart enough to do a simple ass research paper, shitty hair.”

Kirishima beamed at him. “Thanks man! I owe you!”

“Fucking whatever.” Kirishima swore he saw a faint trace of a blush on the other’s cheeks. He watched as Bakugou packed up his bag and started to head towards the door. Kirishima just stood there, confusion evident on his face as he watched Bakugou’s retreating form.

“Are you fucking coming dumbass?” Kirishima’s head snapped up at the other’s harsh voice.

“Where?”

“The fucking library, where else?” Kirishima smiled and grabbed his things to follow Bakugou.

They studied together for a few hours. Well, more like Bakugou yelled and Kirishima felt like he was about ready to pull out all of his hair with how stressful it was.

Once their research session was over, Kirishima dragged himself back to his dorm room, feeling more physically drained now than he did after his run.

“Yo Kiri, you look dead.” Kirishima stopped walking as Sero walked up to him, concern etched onto the other’s face.

“Yeah thanks Sero.”

The other seemed to think for a moment. “Hey, if you want, Tetsutetsu from 1-B is throwing a birthday party. It might make you feel better!”

The redhead felt a sharp pang in his chest and tried to hold back a choked noise that threatened to escape.

Oh yeah…it’s my birthday…and no one remembered.

He forced a smile. “Nah man it’s cool. I just need to rest a little and I’ll be good as new!”

He knew his excuse was weak at best but he hoped that the other would look through it. He started to shift nervously on his feet as Sero seemed to analyze his entire being. The other shrugged eventually.

“Alright man I hope you get rest!” He wandered off down the way Kirishima had just came from and, again, the redhead found himself alone.

Sighing, he continued to his room, mind moving a mile a minute. He mulled over why none of his friends remembered his birthday, the topic eventually leading to him thinking about what his family used to do for him every year on his birthday.

He smiled softly at the memory of breakfast in bed, full of all of his favorite breakfast foods, which led to a multitude of activities, all of which he did with his parents. He specifically remembered his birthday two years ago and the paintball incident and couldn’t help but chuckle.

All of his memories seemed to flood back at once, leaving him feeling slightly empty inside.

He sighed again, finally reaching his dorm room. He opened the door not-so-gently, cringing as the doorknob ricocheted against the wall. He threw his school supplies randomly in his room, feeling to exhausted to actually put anything away properly and flopped down on his bed, face first.

He laid like that for a few minutes, eyes closed and trying to relax. He gave up a few minutes later, huffing and pushing himself to sit up. He cracked his eyes open and stared at his backpack like it personally offended him. Something was sticking out of one of the compartments and Kirishima eyed it with curiosity.

He stood and walked over, carefully picking up the paper. Upon further inspection, he saw that it was a letter. He turned it over in his hands, admiring the way his name was written with such perfectly practiced calligraphy on the backside, fingers gently ghosting over the ink.

Gently, he turned it back over and peeled up the flap, careful not to rip the envelope or whatever was inside. He pulled out the letter portion, noticing that it was on fancy, customized paper. However, it was not the paper that caught his eye but rather the note written on it. Immediately, he knew who sent it.

Happy Birthday shitty hair Kirishima

Kirishima read over that very brief and simple line many times, feeling warmth spread through his entire being. He walked out of his room and next door to Bakugou’s, eyes never leaving the paper even as he knocked on the door. He didn’t even realize that the other had opened the door at first.

“Go away shitty hair.” He looked up in time to see Bakugou attempting to lose the door.

“Wait!” Kirishima shoved his arm through the door and activated his quirk, successfully stopping Bakugou from shutting him out. The other opened the door wider and glared at Kirishima.

“Now what the fuck do you want?” Kirishima held up the letter but didn’t say anything. Bakugou crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and gave the other an incredulous look. “Of you’re not going to speak then get the fuck out asshole. I need to do shit and it doesn’t involve y-”

“Thank you,” Kirishima interrupted. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, prompting the other to continue. “For the letter. It means a lot to me.”

“It was just a stupid fucking letter. I bet your other shitty friends got you better crap anyway so go pester them.” Bakugou turned to walk further into his room.

“Actually, everyone else forgot.” The other froze, Kirishima’s words causing him to turn back around. “You’re the only one that remembered. Even my parents haven’t called yet actually.” He could hear the sadness in his own voice, too upset to actually care as all his emotions from the day crashed down on him at once.

“Well I was right about them being shitty ass friends.” Kirishima chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Is that fucking it?”

“I-uh…yeah? I just wanted to tell you how much it means to me that you care.”

“Tch nobody said I fucking care. Now leave.” Bakugou swung the door shut hard, causing Kirishima to flinch back due to the sound. He stared at the door for a moment longer before looking back down at the note, a smile taking over his features as he started to feel happier.

I’m glad Bakugou remembered.

thirty days of skam fic: day thirteen
aka an au where isak is totally (not) in denial about liking even

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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There are some things in the universe that are just facts . They’re not up for debate, they don’t need evaluating; anyone who’s not in complete denial about the workings of the world just has to agree. For example, it’s a fact that the earth goes around the sun. It’s a fact that there are two hundred and six bones in the human body. It’s a fact that pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. And, most importantly of all, it is a fact of the universe that Isak Valtersen does not have a crush on Even Bech Naesheim.

The only unfortunate thing is, Isak’s idiot friends seem to disagree with one of those facts.

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Isak has only been out of the closet for half a year – he’s never had a boyfriend that he introduced his friends to, he’s never hooked up with a guy at a party in front of them, and he’s certainly never said anything about the kind of guys he finds hot.

But the first time the guys ever meet Even, Magnus turns to Isak afterwards and says, “Fuck, bro, he is so your type!”

Isak just blinks at him, and then whirls around to make sure Even really has retreated to the next room of the party and didn’t hear that.  What the fuck is Magnus talking about, anyway?  Yeah, Even’s tall and hot and dreamy and his eyes are captivating and he’d smiled at Isak way too nicely, holding his gaze for a moment too long, as Jonas introduced them all, but – Isak’s never even had a conversation with him.

Even is just Jonas’s new weed guy.  And, most importantly, when Jonas had mentioned finding this new weed guy, his exact words had been, ‘ yeah, we met through his girlfriend, she’s in my Politics class.’

So. No matter how much eye contact Even might make or how good he’d looked all bundled up in way too many layers of clothing for a house party, Isak is absolutely not going there.  He’s had enough of crushing on straight guys to last him a lifetime.

“He is the opposite of my type, what the fuck,” Isak lies to Magnus, and then swallows down the rest of his beer.  “Why do you think you know what kind of guys I like anyway!  Shut up.”

Magnus just laughs at him, and Mahdi shakes his head.

“Bro.  That was some serious eye-fucking right there.  You guys are gonna hook up, I’m calling it right now.”

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