last thing before i go to sleep finally

4 May 2017 || ig || May Study Challenge

Day 4: May is AP Exam season! What are your tips for studying for tests?

First of all, happy Star Wars day! May the force be with you during your exams (and in general). 

The Day Before


  • wake up, have a nice breakfast (not too much coffee pls)
  • get dressed!
  • tidy up your study space if necessary
  • get out your notes one last time (only the summaries/final notes if you have any of those)


  • go over your notes once or twice again and check if you have everything memorised
  • go over everything you especially struggled with another time
  • stay hydrated
  • eat light and easily digestible things
  • cut out caffeine after 4pm because you need a good night’s sleep!
  • take breaks :)


  • personally, i don’t study the night before an exam (after 6pm)
  • take a nice bath or shower
  • if you eat dinner, don’t make it too late or too heavy
  • set your alarm and two backup alarms, and if possible tell someone who will be awake at that time to wake you up if all else fails (or to give you a wake-up call)
  • pack your bag with EVERYTHING you need (including water, keys, paper, pens, ID, calculator, bus pass, tissues, tampons/pads if needed)
  • if you want, set out the clothes you want to wear the next day so you don’t have to worry about it in the morning
  • go to bed before midnight, ideally at a time that allows you 7 to 8 hours of sleep

The Day of the Exam

  • manage your time in a way that allows you to be at the exam location half an hour in advance (earlier buses etc)
  • have breakfast!!! don’t skip breakfast, it gives you the energy your brain needs during the exam. if you feel like you can’t eat anything, try just toast or a granola bar or dry cereal or something like that. tea is good as well.
  • don’t drink more caffeine than you usually would. you’ll probably be nervous as it is and caffeine makes you extra hyped
  • go to the toilet before you leave your house
  • if you feel like you would benefit from it, skim your notes one last time (on the bus maybe or during breakfast)
  • if that would just freak you out, read something else (comics, the newspaper, tumblr, whatever really)
  • get encouragement!! have someone tell you that you’ll do fine or wish you good luck. it’ll make you smile and have a more positive attitude. possible people: best friend, parents, siblings, grandparents, and of course tumblr or other social networks.
  • if other people make you even more nervous because they all seem so much better prepared than you (they probs aren’t though), avoid them. listen to music or read something or avoid the exam room itself as long as possible. focus on yourself if you work better that way.
  • if talking to others calms you down, don’t choose the ones with headphones or books to talk to  because they’re probably the ones who want some peace and quiet
  • do your best! :)
BTS Reaction | Drunk Sex

Request:  Um…hi… I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction, where they got drunk and you had sex… I would like to see their reaction the next morning. I hope whatever I said makes sense… I love your blog btw. ❤

A/N: Thank you for the request (sorry it took a while)

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Lena constantly buying kara things because money isn't an issue for her and because she wasn't brought up in a loving family she tries to buy things to keep people happy. eventually Winn and James have to corner kara to ask if lena is her sugar mumMY which kara explains lena and her aren't like that they are just friends but then she realises maybe she should stop lena from buying her so much which leads to the sugar mummy conversation with lena.

“Sooo,” Winn draws the word out, twirling in his desk chair to face Kara. “Looks like National City’s favorite superhero has a new sugar mama!”

“What?” Kara blinks up at him confused and James wiggles his eyebrows from his perch in the desk. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you-” he mimes throwing punches towards her abdomen, “Have a sugar mama.”

Her phone dings and she looks down to see a text from Lena.

*Are you going to be home for dinner? I’m going to pick up potstickers*

She grins before typing back.

*Sounds perfect! Ice cream?*

“Is that her?” Winn teases.


“Your sugar mama!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

Winn slumps over exasperated, but James helps her out.

“It ‘s like a really wealthy … friend, that buys you things in exchange for …  friendship.”

“That’s ridiculous! Lena doesn’t have to buy my friendship!”

“No, no, of course not, I wasn’t trying imply -”

“What James is trying to say is that a sugar mama is like a friend with benefits. Only with extra benefits because she buys you stuff.” Winn winks.

“I thought friends with benefits meant you were … you know sleeping together.” Kara can feel her eyebrows crinkle.

Win throws up his hands frustration and looks to James.

“Am I missing something?!”

James placates him with a hand on his shoulder and turns to Kara with a warm smile.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to judge you Kara - because she’s a woman OR because she’s a Luthor. She’s proven herself by saving you plenty of times.”

“I’m glad that you guys finally trust her, but we’re not sleeping together.”

“Hey, that’s cool! Taking your time before you get intimate in relationships is a good thing.”

“We’re not in a relationship though.”

Winn and James share a look that she can’t quite interpret.

“Alright, well; I’m gonna go do a lap of the city, make sure nothing’s brewing. I don’t want dinner to get interrupted. Last time Lena brought home potstickers there was a bank robbery right in the middle of an episode of Homeland.” She starts turning to leave but stops. “I’ll see you guys for game night tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” James promises, and then she’s speeding off, the thoughts of Chinese food already making her mouth water.

“Alex was right.” Winn says as he and James watch Kara take off through the sky light. “They have no idea they’re dating.”

Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.06


Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smutty plot

Word Count: 7,878

~ Wow, I’m actually updating? Sorry I’ve be MIA this past month, I’ve just been trying to finish my projects and exams to finally graduate. Here is the next chapter, with one left to go! Enjoy ♡

The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.

Jungkook was sleeping heavily by my side. The sun was out early and the only reason I had woken up was because I felt the need to throw up. I couldn’t handle my alcohol after a night of drinking, and the liquor wanted to leave my system immediately. Jungkook didn’t even stir when I jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I pushed through the mess of my hair and let my head hang over the toilet.

After vomiting unpleasantly for a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Standing over the skin and cupping water from the faucet to wash the awful taste from my mouth. My head was pounding with a major headache and the light from outside was causing my eyes to hurt. I splashed some cool water on my face as the events of the night before came to light.

I was in a state of foolishness, oblivious to the consequences and long-term effects of my actions. I was playing with Jungkook’s emotions and even my own. Regardless of what I might have felt last night, that wouldn’t change what was to come. The truth of the matter was that Jungkook and the rest of the boys were going home sooner than expected. There wasn’t time for anything else to happen between us, and I wanted to end this as painlessly as possible.
I heard walking and light talking out in the hall. Coco and Mina were always the first ones up in the mornings. In no time would they come knocking at my door for breakfast. I walked back into the bedroom, finding any clean clothes to put on quickly. I slightly jumped at the sudden sound of Jungkook snoring. I turn around to look at him, spread out in my bed with the sheets only covering his lower half. His lips were parted and slightly dry, but he looked good all the while. If I wasn’t sober I would have probably climbed back to his side and enjoyed laying there in his company.

 “Well, you’re up early.” Mina said, utterly surprised. I ran into her as soon I shut the door to my bedroom. Though, I walked passed her without saying a word.
 “No offense but you look like hell, (Y/n).” Coco said as I walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cabinet to grab some aspirin, gazing at the clock for the time. It was barely 9 o’clock and I wasn’t looking forward to what the day was going to bring.

I took a seat on the counter chair, brushing my fingers through my tangled hair, as I thought about my next move.

I didn’t know just how much Jungkook would remember. Hell! I wasn’t even sure of what I remembered. What about the things I don’t remember? One thing was for sure though; Jungkook stayed the night because I had asked him too.
 “(Y/n)?” Coco called out. I snapped my head to see her standing next to me. “You seem really out of it. What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know how to respond in a matter of simple words. There would be too many questions to answer if I did. Before I could prepare myself to speak, the back door burst open; Taehyung standing there with Namjoon behind him. We were all startled by the forced entrance.

  “Taehyung! You can still knock.” Namjoon scolded. He sounded in distress and Taehyung was only adding to it.

  “Sorry guys but we have a problem.” Taehyung explained.

  “What happen?” Coco asked, placing the rag she had been wiping down the kitchen counter with down.

I had never seen them so worried. Taehyung looked panicked the most, while Namjoon was trying to keep his composer.

  “Jungkook didn’t come home last night.” Namjoon said as they stepped in.
Coco and Mina began to worry as well and tried to comfort the boys to calm down before jumping to any conclusions.

  “I know we sound dramatic but Jungkook has never not made it home.” Taehyung argued before noticeing my lack of speaking, the fact that I was even present was surprising to him. He stepped over to me, his brown eyes were wide with concern and he touched my hand. He wanted to ask me about Jungkook but also wanted to know how I was doing.  After everything Taehyung was the closest one I had grown to.

  “Everyone else is already out looking at places he likes to hang out.” Namjoon asked if we could help as well. Taehyung didn’t ask me anything but only stayed by my side, comforting himself and unknowingly, me as well.

  “Would you know where he is by any chance, (Y/n)?” Coco asked suddenly.
It seemed to be an idea everyone else had missed besides Taehyung. They all turned to look in my direction and Taehyung’s hand fell off my arm. I felt like they were all gathered around my sitting figure, standing tall and intimidating. I opened my mouth to speak, any answer at all, but before I could-

  “I’m here.”

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The One That Got Away [Chapter 11]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 11 of The One That Got Away

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Empty. Emptiness is all you could feel as you sat in your bathtub. The water had long lost its heat but you couldn’t move.

You replayed the past few interactions with Jaebum in your head as you stared blankly ahead. His affections were all you had been wanting while you were away and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, they were all you wanted now.

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anonymous asked:

RFA trying to get a hyper!MC to go to bed? Maybe she had wayyyy too much coffee or something? I really like your hcs so I wonder how you might do this one. Thank you! ^^

Aw thanks so much! It means so much to me that someone likes my writing! Sorry this took me a while… I don’t really know what it’s like to be hyper T - T


  • How could you have so much energy for 11:30 in the evening?
  • He stares at you from the couch as you time yourself for another round of 2048. Eyes glued to the screen, you play again and again, trying to beat your own five minute record.
  • Yoosung gets the uncomfortable feeling that that crazed expression on your face is similar to how he looks like when he plays LOLOL.
  • He becomes alarmed when he looks up from his notes an hour later to find you bustling about the kitchen trying to bake brownies. You were a terrible cook!
  • It was a dangerous idea to keep his eyes off of you for even a minute when you were in one of these moods.
  • You would become unpredictable and listless after a day spent lazing on the couch.
  • He supposes it makes sense for so much inactivity to make way for hyperactivity.
  • He stops working and approaches you.
  • “MC? Don’t you think it’s about time to go to bed?”
  • “No.”
  • “It’s getting late, and you didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night either…”
  • “No! I want to bake you something for breakfast. I’m not the best baker, but this time will be different. You like brownies, don’t you, Yoosung?~”
  • He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. How was he going to get you to bed with that attitude? There would be no arguing with you now. Shouldn’t she still get some sleep, though?
  • Yoosung is too timid to protest, but he’s so worried that you’ll end up burning the flat down that he tries to stay awake to watch over you.
  • Before he knows it, his eyelids are drooping. He ends up falling asleep on the counter just before you’re about to stick the pan the in oven.
  • Luckily, you decide to stop when you see how exhausted your boyfriend is. He’s snoozing away with his head in his arms, snoring lightly with his mouth slightly open.
  • You feel guilty once you realise that you probably terrified him by trying to cook unsupervised. You poke his nose. “Yoosung?”
  • “Huh…? MC?”
  • “Let’s go to bed, okay?”
  • “That,” He says through a soft, half-lidded smile, “would be awesome.”


  • She suspects you’re tipsy, judging from the way you’ve been chattering away non-stop for the past half hour.
  • She pats herself on the back for not drinking herself. Leading you home when you were this excited was bad enough, but leading you home while both of you were intoxicated? Jaehee shivered t the thought of it.
  • She braces herself for a night of exasperation.
  • Being tipsy seemed to send you into a spontaneous burst of activity. All of a sudden her reserved girlfriend would be talking, eating, and laughing without pause.
  • Jaehee’s eyes widen in panic when you choose to sprint across the street and into the apartment building without so much as a glance at the passing traffic.
  • MC is really talented. Was she a gymnast in another life? Or perhaps a track star? If I’m not mistaken, she was wearing her six-inch stilettos just now, right?
  • She chases after you and finds you in the living room trying to draw a portrait of yourself and your darling “Baehee”.
  • Jaehee is surprised to discover that she finds this behavior endearing. Though, it’s unfortunate that you’ve nearly knocked the lamp over from laughing too hard when you forget to draw eyes on yourself.
  • “Baehee! Come look at this! Don’t I look like a mop?”
  • “MC? Isn’t it about time we get to bed?”
  • “Wait, wait, wait. Let me draw Zen in here, too.”
  • Jaehee bites her tongue to refrain from asking you to rethink your artistic interpretation of Zen. That’s a horse?! Please don’t tell me she’s saying that Zen is that horse.
  • “Look, Baehee! It’s Zen! He’s a pony because of his ponytail!”
  • Okay, now it’s definitely time for bed.
  • She’s gone crazy. The alcohol must be interfering with her memory…
  • “MC, let’s go to sleep now.”
  • “But why? Don’t you like my drawings?”
  • “Yes! But Zen would like this drawing even more! In fact, if you sleep now, maybe you can wake up early enough to catch him before his next rehearsal! In fact, I’ll join you!”
  • “Really?!”
  • “Yes! You’ve captured his likeness perfectly. He will be so glad to receive such a… lifelike portrait!”
  • You giggle before beaming back at her. “Okay! I’ll go get changed now. Don’t forget!”
  • Jaehee sighs and massages her temples.
  • I hope Zen will forgive me for this.


  • Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let you binge on all those sweets just because “A girl has to live every once in a while, OK?” 
  • He was getting drowsy, but you definitely weren’t. 
  • It was 1:30… You would typically be asleep by 11:00. 
  • As delightful as it was to see you acting so playful, you definitely didn’t giggle this much. Ever. And that half-crazed look in your eyes wasn’t normal either. 
  • You were totally on a sugar high. 
  • When you weren’t scrolling through memes or doubling over with laughter from the most insignificant of details, you would poke his cheek or tug on his shirt, asking him to feed you another bite of chocolate cake. 
  • It’s rare for Zen to be the one nagging you to go to bed. Still, he shakes his head and puts the plates away. “No, MC. It’s time to go to sleep. Don’t you have class tomorrow?”
  • “One more bite? Please~?” 
  • It takes everything in him to resist that pleading look on your face. Why does she have to be so cute? Maybe… No. No, Zen. Don’t give in. “Sorry, babe. Bedtime.” 
  • He turns to leave, but it takes him a few moments to realise that you haven’t been following along behind him. “MC?” Fuck! He walks back to the dining room. 
  • You’ve gone into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and were about to slice yourself another piece of cake. “NO!” 
  • He runs to the kitchen just before you’re about to take a bite, sweeping you into his arms bridal-style. “No! Zen! One more bite!” You struggle against him, but Zen only sighs and lifts you away.
  • He looks at you. “Be a good girl, please?” 
  • “But you always stay up this late…”
  • “Yeah, but you don’t.” 
  • Is surprised that he’s being the “responsible” one tonight. 
  • He tries to conceal his fatigue as he carries you up the stairs. Though, you’ve already taken notice of how tired his eyes look. 
  • “I guess I shouldn’t have had all that chocolate, huh?”
  • He laughs. “Maybe not.”
  • Zen smiles when kiss him on the cheek and say you’ll “be a good girl tonight” just for him. 


  • He doesn’t understand where all your energy is coming from.
  • He himself was exhausted from the party the two of you had just attended, yet here you are - multitasking like there’s no tomorrow.
  • Jumin has to admit that it takes some skill to be able to keep Elizabeth the 3rd fully occupied while simultaneously building a tower out of a deck of cards. 
  • However, he also thinks that your constant laughter coupled with the frantic way you’re running about is rather unusual. 
  • He finds it entertaining until you’re holding Elizabeth the 3rd up in the air the way Rafiki held Simba up on Pride Rock in the Lion King - it’s giving him flashbacks of Saeyoung and he definitely isn’t having any more of that. 
  • He gets up and pries Elizabeth free from your grasp. 
  • “But, Jumin! How can I make a card palace for Elizabeth if I can’t even tell if she’s going to fit in it?
  • “MC? Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?”
  • You frown. “No.” 
  • “No?”
  • “I don’t think I can go to bed. There’s so much to do! Tell me- have you ever built a tower from marshmallows and uncooked pasta? Oh! I should make a tower for Elizabeth! Give her here, Jumin. Elizabeth~” 
  • Oh boy. He gets the idea you’ll be up to nonsense until morning if he doesn’t get you into bed now. Besides, he doesn’t want to see anyone rough-housing with Elizabeth - the poor thing looked terrified. 
  • “Elizabeth the 3rd and I will be going to bed now.”
  • “No!” You whine. “She’s meant to be the highlight of my creation.”
  • “It’s late, MC. Let’s get to bed. Please?” He watches you contemplate his suggestion before adding, “Bed, MC. Or I’ll make you.”
  • He meant for that line to imply some innuendo, so it’s a bit of a blow to his pride when you narrow your eyes at that last remark. How infuriating. Finally, he promises that Elizabeth the 3rd can sleep next to you if you agree to go to bed now. 
  • The enthusiasm at which you accept that concession almost makes him want to pout. Elizabeth over me…?
  • He realises he’s lost when you turn to him from the top of stairs and ask. “I really am feeling restless, Jumin. Should I take a shower? Or will you make me do that, too?” 


  • He doesn’t find anything unusual at first. Sure, he thought you were a bit more lively than usual - after all, trying to teach yourself how to juggle at 10:00 is a bit eccentric even for Saeyoung. 
  • But he knows something is off when you suggest doing pilates this late in the evening. He raises a brow at you. But… she hates physical activity…
  • Now you’ve stolen his glasses and are giggling at your own appearance in front of the mirror. Yeah, okay. She’s acting strange.
  • “MC? Why is the coffee pot empty?”
  • “I drank it all~” You reply, flashing him a satisfied smile. 
  • There’s no way he’s going to let you pull an all nighter. He’s experienced firsthand what you’re like when you’ve been deprived of sleep and he isn’t exactly fond of the zombie you become. 
  • Saeyoung tries to lure you to bed in a playful way. 
  • “Hey, MC! I’ve got a really good idea.”
  • You look up from the robot dog you’ve been decking out with ribbons. “What is it?”
  • “Let’s play a game.”
  • “Yes!”
  • “I’ll hide my glasses, and you’ll try to find them. The winner gets one free wish.” 
  • “You’re on!” 
  • He’s blind for the next hour and a half, but the effort wears you out. You had climbed bookshelves and crouched down to check the undersides of his sports cars - all to no avail. 
  • Saeyoung can’t believe his plan worked. He thought you would lose focus and set about doing some other silly task - like decking him out with ribbons, for example. 
  • He melts when he sees you yawning because the sight of it reminds him of a puppy. “Saeyoung? I think I lost.”
  • “Yeah?”
  • You rub your eyes. “Where are they? Your glasses? Aren’t you blind right now?”
  • “I am. But now that you’ve lost you have to grant my wish.”
  • “Hmph. Don’t say something corny like ‘be mine forever’. I’ll punch you.” 
  • Saeyoung laughs. I knew she’d say that. “No. For now Iet’s just get some rest. Okay?”
  • You nod and give him a thumbs up. “You’ve got it, Captain.” He tucks you into bed and settles in beside you, chuckling to himself as he removes his glasses from the back of your hoodie. 
i flirt in #mycalvins

Note: Dedicated to my fellow hoes in @bangtan-bookclub. I love you ALL. This isn’t full smut, but it’s pretty explicit (which is why I tagged it the way I did). 

Summary: UnderwearModel!Hoseok




“You owe me cookies,” your friend reminds you, nudging your shoulder with a cheshire cat grin. “And you can bake them on his abs. God he’s so hot.” 

Jung Hoseok stands across the room bathed in warm lighting as he poses for the photographer. He’s nearly naked save for the small, tight scrap of cloth covering his essentials. Boxer Briefs. 

You shudder as you pretend to work while sliding Hoseok discreet looks. The boxer briefs he’s wearing is a reminder that (A) you lost the bet by thinking he wore regular briefs, and (B) you needed to get laid ASAP if you were this close to losing your cool over a random underwear model. 

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Never Let You Go Again

Summary: After a fight, Peter tells you that you are no longer welcomed on the island. He banishes you from camp, leaving you wandering through the woods, looking for shelter. Instead, you accidentally run into a group of stray, nefarious pirates who beat you, and try to drag you off to Captain Hook’s ship.

Word Count: 1002

Warnings: Violence

You hadn’t meant it when you’d shouted at Peter that you’d rather grow up then stay stranded on the island with him for the rest of your life. Really, you hadn’t.

It was just, you were so mad, and in that moment, you wanted to say anything to make him hurt.

It had worked. In fact, it had worked too well. Peter looked as if you had just slapped him in the face. With his jaw clenched, he turned away from you, and declared that you were no longer welcome at the camp of the Lost Boys.

Now, you go running into the woods, hot tears streaming down your face. You have no idea where to go, for Peter and the Lost Boys are the only home you’ve ever really known. But now, you’re completely and utterly alone, blindly heading towards nothing.

You’re careless, just mindlessly sprinting through the trees as loudly as possible. You stop only to put your hands on your knees and catch your breath for a second when they grab you from behind.

You scream, but one quickly covers your mouth.

The wicked, grimy pirates surround you, pointing their swords at your throat if you dare make another noise.

“Oh, Hook is gonna love her. Can you imagine, coming across the only girl on the island just as we’re leaving?” One of them laughs, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head backwards.

You struggle against them, but there are just too many. When one tries to wrap his arms around you and lift you off the ground, you elbow him hard in the stomach until he drops you. On the ground, you try to crawl away, but one of them delivers a solid kick to your rib cage, causing you to curl over.

There’s too many of them, you think, this is it.

That’s when you hear someone calling your name from afar.

“Y/N! Y/N, please, where are you?” Peter’s voice comes from somewhere in the distance.

If you can only get away quick enough to shout-

“Peter!” You cry out, springing up off the dirt floor, but the pirates are there instantly, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back painfully.

“Y/N?” You hear him yell back, followed by the sound of rapid rustling through trees.

Suddenly, he emerges into the clearing, his eyes lighting up with hope when he sees you, only to be immediately filled with terror when he then sees the pirate gripping you tightly from behind, his sword resting across your neck.

“Pan.” The pirate spits, glaring at Peter. “Try anything, and I’ll cut her throat clean open.”

Peter’s silent for a moment, as if briefly contemplating what he’s about to do, before slowly putting his hands up to signal his surrender. The other pirates quickly seize Peter, shoving his arms behind his back as well.

“Peter, no!” You exclaim, and you feel the blade dig closer into your neck.

“Stop, don’t hurt her! Please. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Peter begs them, his face creased with worry and disparity.  

The pirate holding you just shakes his head, making disappointed ticking sounds with his tongue. “How sad. The king of Neverland, feared ruler of the island, giving everything up for a girl? A little chivalrous and pathetic, wouldn’t you say, Pan?”

Peter just looks at you, and the emotion in his eyes say it all. I’m sorry.

“No.” Peter speaks up, not letting go of your gaze. “No, it’s not sad, and it’s not chivalrous or pathetic. You see, the reason I would give up everything is because I’m in love with her, and if you’re gonna hurt anyone, it’s gonna be me.”

You feel your heart break at Peter’s words.

The main pirate just scowls in disgust. “Alright, fine, let’s wrap this up. I’m not a fan of soppy romances. Pan, you’re coming with us. The girl can run free.”

“NO!” You scream, as the pirate releases you, sending you flying to the ground. When you look up at Peter, you see his eyes are glistening with tears.

But then, for only a split second, he winks.

You think your eyes are deceiving you. But no. You’re sure: Peter Pan just winked.

“Alright,” he says to the pirates, “I agree, let’s wrap this up. BOYS, NOW!

All of a sudden, arrows from above whiz through the heads of all the pirates except for the one holding Peter. Peter slips from that one’s grips, kicking him to the ground and getting a safe distance away before an arrow crosses through his head as well.

Then, it’s just the two of you, standing a few feet apart from each other.

You try to hold back your sob, but it tears through your throat and into the night, sounding as pained and wretched as you feel.

In unison, you both run to each other, collapsing into each other’s arms. At that moment, you can’t hold back the tears any longer, and you feel them all flow down your face at once.

“Peter, I-I-I didn’t m-mean any of it-” You try to say, but your words get broken up by the crying.

Peter just shushes you softly, and you feel his tears wetting your hair as he holds onto you tighter than ever before.

You both stay like that, consumed within each other’s embrace, even when the Lost Boys come down from their hidden stations in the trees. You know they were the ones who saved both you and Peter’s lives tonight, and you make a mental note to thank them all profusely when this all is over.

When you do eventually make it back to camp, you and Peter settle into his cot together, your body pressed up against his. He kisses you apologies until your lips are numb, and the last thing you hear before you finally drift off to sleep is Peter’s soft, worn out voice whispering, “I will never let you go again.”

Important To Each Other

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Marvel (Avengers)
Summary: Bucky shows up at his girlfriend’s house bleeding.
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.
Warnings: Mentions of blood/bleeding, and scars.
A/N: Something short to get me back into the flow of writing since I haven’t been posting in a long time. I might change the title later when I think of a better one.

It was almost night time by the time (Y/N) got off her shift at work, she was the last employee to leave the bookstore so she had to make sure everything was locked and secure before leaving.

She arrived home a lot later than usual but she didn’t care, the only thing that matter was that she was finally going home and finally able to sleep on her comfy bed after a long day of customers yelling at each other to keep quiet in the store as if though it were a library.

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“I love you.”

A/N: another piece that was in my drafts. It may be nonsense, but it’s for Oscar & we all need a little Oscar in our lives

words: 363

“I love you” always seem to come at perfect moments with Oscar.

Nights where you are up in the early hours stressing over work, it’ll come against your shoulder right after he’ll tell you “come to bed with me.” Or when you’re tired of him being gone, and you unintentionally make him feel guilty for being away with work. It comes when he’s afraid you might leave, and when he finds himself questioning if he’s selfish for bringing you to this relationship. You love how it’s the first thing he whispers when he wakes up in the morning, and the last thing he gets out even when you fall asleep before he does.

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Behind The Scenes 3 (4/???)

Author’s note: I know there is going to be a continuation to this part again but I don’t if i will have time to post it soon, but i will try to post it within this week. Sorry for any errors and if i am inaccurate about the setting of the city.. I hope you all like this part because this city was one of my favorites to write. 

Genre: Fluff? but like not really??? (Suga; Jungkook)

Word count:1912

City: Shanghai

Summary: It is pretty boring being stuck in the hotel room

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series

It was the 3rd day in Shanghai and you were barely getting used to the tour schedule. It took a while to get used to life on tour. All the time spent traveling and the time change weren’t much help. So far, China involved many hours of driving to many cities. Ever since the last day at Beijing, the excitement of the tour no longer affected you. Every hotel seemed to just be the same type of room over and over again. The only thing that was easy to deal with was living out of a suitcase, it wasn’t too different from living out of trash bags. For you, the new schedule involved sleeping, waking up, traveling, then waiting backstage as the guys did meet and greets and the concerts, then repeating the process.

The extra day at each city was meant for Rap monster to do his deals, this 3rd day was no different. V tagged along with Rap monster on his deal as was expected. Jin and Jimin were off spending their hours at the gym. Suga and Jhope were occupied in their room either sleeping or drunk/high. The only thing that was different about this day was that you and Jungkook decided to stay cooped up in the hotel room. Over the past weeks from city to city, pretending to be a couple was just getting exhausting for the both of you. The second the both of you stepped out of the hotel room, you both went into character, always paranoid of who could be watching. When out in public, there were times where you were bombarded with fans or people would secretly take pictures of all of you. For this day, staying in was just a better option.

In the hotel room, neither of you talked to one another. You each were on opposite sides of the room most of the day. He stayed on your side of the room while you were on V and Jimin’s side. You were each enjoying the two TVs.

Even though this was one of the few chances you had to watch TV, it was all in Chinese. After a few hours of trying to figure out storylines of TV shows, you decided it would be more fun to read one of the books you brought.

You made your way to your bed to get to your suitcase. Jungkook looked relaxed laying down in the bed watching some action movie as he ate some of the left over candy you all bought back in Beijing. A fight scene came on and you were soon sucked into the movie. “Can I watch the movie with you?” you asked.

He patted the empty spot next to him, his attention was too stuck on the movie to speak.

You crawled in bed next to him and enjoyed the rest of the film.

“Even though I had no idea what they were saying, it was still a super good movie.” You commented when the ending credits appeared.

“Yeah… but now I’m bored.” He whined.

“Me too.”

Jungkook turned to you with that signature fuckboy look of his. “Well, there is something we can do…”

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and asked, “Like what?”

“We could have some fun if you know what I mean.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Fuck no!”

“Ha! I knew it!” he got up from the bed.  “It was worth a shot though. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to have some fun by myself in the shower.” He grabbed a towel from his suit case and locked himself in the bathroom.

You tried to give the next movie that came on a chance, but isn’t wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. You went over and looked through the peephole. Suga was standing on the other side waiting for the door to open. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw it was him. It looked like he had barely woken up because parts of his hair were still sticking out. It only made him look cuter. You quickly opened the door to let him in.

“Hey.” He said as he walked past you.

“What’s up?”

He casually walked around the room, taking a look at everything. “Eh, nothing really, I was just bored.”

You went across the room and sat on the edge of the bed you and Jungkook shared. “Me too.”

From the bathroom, you could hear the shower being turned on.

“So that’s where he was.” Suga mumbled. He walked over to you and sat next to you on the bed. He sat really close to you, your shoulders were touching, but neither of you moved away from each other. “What have you done all day?” he asked.

“Nothing, just watch TV.”

“Cool, I barely woke up.” He smiled.

“So you woke up and thought “Oh, let me just go annoy y/n!”?” you asked jokingly.

“Yeah! That’s exactly what I thought!” He laughed.

“Well it’s good to know that I am the first thing on your mind.” You mumbled.

“Oddly enough, you are the last thing I think about before I go to sleep too!” He laughed some more.

Your heart skipped a beat. You wished he meant what he said, but as his laugh implied, he was just joking. Part of you wanted to finally confront him about the kiss, but the other half remembered Aiko, so you just kept your mouth shut. “Aiko is probably the last thing he thinks about at the end of the day.” You thought. You flopped back on the bed filled with despair and let out a long sigh.

Suga flopped down next to you, mimicking you with a loud dramatic sigh.

You stole a quick side glance at him, but didn’t say anything.

“So… You and Jungkook really share the bed?”


“Don’t you feel weird though?”

“Um, yeah, a bit, but we sleep with a sheet separating us so…”

“Still weird.”

“Well I guess… I don’t know. If I don’t think about it, I don’t get too weird about it. I try to see it like when you and I shared your bed a few times. You get me?”

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you. “Yeah but that is different. We are actually friends, so that’s not weird.”

“Well, it’s kinda weird because we are friends…” you said looking away from him.


“Well, like, you and me… If you think about it, its weird cuz, like, that’s something that, um, that like friends don’t do… It’s something um, only people more than- ummm nevermind.”

“What are you getting at?”


“Oh c’mon! I know you want to tell me something!” He said leaning closer to you.

Every part of you wanted to pull him to you and just kiss him, you just wanted him to know how you felt. Instead, you pushed him off you. “I said its nothing! Now stop breathing my air!” you made sure to laugh so he wouldn’t think twice about how you were acting.

He laughed at your antics and lay back down. “… So… do you wanna get out of here? We can go to the beach that’s nearby.” He suggested in his usual lazy tone.

You sat up in disbelief. “You, Min Yoongi, want to go out?!?”

“Yeah sorta.”

“Who are you and what have you done to the real Min Yoongi?!?”

“Ha! I’m serious!”


He sat up too. “I don’t know, just cuz. It’s better than you moping around this hotel room. We’ve been to Xi’an, Chengdu, and Chongqing and you mostly been in the hotel, backstage or in the van! Now me, I’m tired as fuck… but you should try to get as much enjoyment as you can… considering the circumstances…”

“… Nu-uh, we all went out for the monster’s birthday back in Chengdu!”

“That doesn’t count! We were all forced to do that. I’m saying we go out for your enjoyment!”

               You looked up at him doubtfully. Rap monster’s words back at Beijing ran through your head.

“Now let’s go! You know me, this side of me only comes out once in a hundred years, so take this chance while you got it!”

“But what about the monster? He’ll be mad.”

“He left Jin here with us like some damn children, but fucking Jin is off doing his own shit! We can do our own shit too! Besides, you won’t be alone, you’ll be with me.”

Now that he said that, what Jungkook told you at the candy store popped into your head. “Fine… but Jungkook has to come too.”

Suga’s face cringed. “Why?”

“Cuz he’s my “boyfriend”. It’s just better if I’m seen out with him all the time.” you explained.

“Ah fine.” He whined. “You get ready. I’m going to get my camera.” He said as he let himself out of the room.

After Jungkook came out of the bathroom, you updated him on the new plans. It took a bit of convincing, but he eventually agreed. Then , you went to the bathroom to get ready.


Suga went back to his room, grabbing his camera and a pair of sunglasses. Before leaving back to y/n’s room, he did one last check on Jhope and took one last check on himself in the mirror. He decided to change into a nicer shirt and fixed his hair. He couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed that he looked so messy in front of y/n.

He knocked on her door expecting her to open it, but instead he was greeted by the maknae. By the looks of his outfit, y/n already told him about their plans. To avoid conversation, he swiftly walked in and went straight to the window.

Jungkook came up next to him and stared out on Shanghai as well. “So it was your idea to go to the beach?” He asked.


“Hm, very unlike you.”


“Nothing, just taking notice.” He said slyly

Suga looked over at the tall boy. “Get to the fucking point, I know there is something you are implying.”

“Ah, you know, I just find it a bit funny that you’re doing something so… out of character. Especially when it’s obvious you’re still hungover.”

“Well, it’s for y/n’s sake, not mine.” He said looking back out the window.

“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” Jungkook teased.

“Now why would you ask a stupid question like that?” He maintained his monotone as to not raise any of Jungkook’s suspicions.

“Cuz it’s a stupidly smart question!”

Suga tried to ignore him, but it didn’t work. The damn maknae pulled out the annoying side of his personality. “You wanna fuck her, you wanna fuck her!” Jungkook sang as he danced around him

The maknae was really getting on his nerves “Ya! I don’t like her like that!” He said sternly.

“Damn bro! I see right through you.” Jungkook laughed as he forcefully patted his hyung’s back. “Too bad she’s taken.” He said jokingly. “Don’t worry I give you permission. You need pussy, I can tell.”

“How many times do I have to fucking tell-“  he heard the bathroom door open and quickly stopped talking.

Y/n looked really cute as she stepped out in a casual outfit and her hair pinned up. The only down side was that she was dressed almost identical to the piece of shit standing next to him.

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College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

Read it on ao3!  & send in a prompt!

Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

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Collateral Beauty--Chapter 2

Dear Death,

I’m not afraid of you.

You don’t scare me.

You won’t consume me.

I am NOT afraid of you.

Except…I am. How can I not be?

I’m 28 years old, why am I even thinking about you? Why have you been the center of my every waking thought for four months now? I should be planning my wedding right now. I should be focused on my work. I should be thinking of how excited I am that my father has finally found love again. I should be enjoying being loved myself by the man of my dreams.  

But, no.

I can’t see any of that because all I see is YOU.

You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. You haunt me in my dreams. You’re this black shadow creeping in the corners of my life just waiting…waiting…waiting. I swear sometimes I can feel the bone-deep cold of your icy dead breath on the back of my neck. It’s those times where I feel as if I’ll never be warm again.

This feeling you induce is like being suffocated. Slowly. You suck all the air out of the room and make it impossible to breathe.  I can’t breathe.

I hate you, Death.

I hate you for taking away my mother so soon after I reconnected with her. I hate you for being the option Eddie chose when he wanted to save the day. I hate you for cruelly taking Barry’s parents away while he had to watch I hate you for showing up right when I’m at my happiest. I loathe you, Death, for trying to steal my joy.

I put on a brave face, because I refuse to give you the satisfaction of knowing you broke me but I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m strong, I know I’m strong but there is something about knowing the exact date of your death that chips away at you relentlessly until you’re nothing more than a pile of ashes.

Barry worries. He agonizes. He’s helpless.

All because of you.

Oh, how I hate you Death. I hate you more and more each day. You’re a thief and you have no honor.  You can’t take MY life. Not without a fight. I don’t care how it works,  I don’t care about your rules. I have too much to live for. I have too much love to give. I have plans.

I AM marrying the man I love. 

I AM going to have beautiful babies with him.

I AM going to have kick-ass career. 

I AM going to leave my mark on this world. 

So yes, I am afraid of you, Death. Who wouldn’t be? But my fear will never, ever outweigh my will to live. My life does not belong to you. You can’t have it.


Iris West 


Request; Hello can you please do a Spencer x Reader imagine where Spencer is forced to spend the night at the reader’s due to bad weather and he discovers that she has a child who is autistic and her child takes an very fast liking to Spencer and they bring a bunch of books out because the reader’s child likes hearing people read to them and they want to hear Spencer read to them. 

 Warnings; not that I know of :)


Disclaimer; I’m sorry if I couldn’t capture this perfectly! I don’t know how an autistic child acts and I know that each case of it is different so I looked up characteristics and did my best to write them in!


 To say the weather is bad would be an understatement. The weather was absolutely terrible. The whole day while at the BAU it was windy and the booms of thunder were a forewarning of what was to come. Now it’s pouring rain and the road is beginning to pool with water.

Before it started raining, Spencer offered you a ride home like he did almost every night. It was like a routine to you guys. The two of you would always be the last ones out the door of the BAU building and since you had gotten close to Spencer, he started offering you rides home instead of you having to take the bus. 

 However, you never had to deal with this situation. On the way home it began to sprinkle and then the heavier rain came. Now that you’re down the block from your house, rain had started pouring down like there was no tomorrow. You pointed out that it sounds like hale but Spencer threw in a fact on how hale is supposed to sound like so you rolled your eyes and changed the subject. 

You were getting worried. You didn’t want Spencer to drive home in this weather when he lives another fifteen minutes away. You wanted him to stay, but you had a secret of your own. You’re a single mom. Long story short, you met a jerk and he got you pregnant only to have him leave you when he found out. It was hard for you in the beginning, but you’re content with your life and your happy child.

 Your child, Liam (you can choose a different name if you’d like !), is five and autistic. When you noticed the signs and took him to get checked, the doctor confirmed your thoughts. It never bothered you, in fact, you were just glad your baby was healthy. And that’s all that has ever mattered to you - that Liam is safe, healthy, and happy. 

 The only problem is that the team, which is basically family to you, has no idea that you’re a mom. JJ always jokes about how you’re such a mom and you have the instincts and thoughts of one, but you would always bite your tongue to keep from saying the truth. The only people who know about Liam is Penelope, after she went through your file, and Hotch, who has known since he hired you. You swore them to secrecy about Liam. You only do it to protect him. Your son doesn’t do well in big groups and meeting new people, he feels uncomfortable. That and the fact that your job has the potential of putting him in danger has you keeping him locked away from people’s knowledge just in case something drastic ever happens or if an unsub wants to get too close.

 As you pulled up to your apartment building, you deeply sigh.

 "Spencer, I don’t want you driving home in this weather,“ you admit. You kept thinking about Liam, but Spencer’s well-being was in your head too.

 "Y/N, I’m fine,” he brushes it off. “I can get home safely.”

“No, Reid,” you frown. You reach across and quickly turn the car off before ripping the keys from the ignition. 

“Hey!” He calls out like a whiny two year old. 

 "I already said no,“ you warn. “Come on, you’re staying with me tonight.”

 "Are you sure?“ He asks nervously. “I’m not intruding on your privacy or anything, am I?“ 

 "Not really,” you shrug. “But there is one thing I need you to be careful about." 

"What is it?” He quizzes. 

 "You’ll see.“ You open your door and throw your coat over your head before carefully running to the tarp covered doorway to the large apartment building. The rain was slapping against your back and dripping off your already drenched coat. Spencer followed quickly after and you took his keys from your pocket and locked the car. You lead him throughout the lobby you’ve grown to know and head into the empty elevator.

 "What is this thing I have to be careful about?” He urges in worry. “You don’t have like a large aggressive dog, do you?" 

 "No,” you laugh and shake your head. You quickly press the button that stops at your floor, shivering in your slightly dampened clothes. “Much better than that.”

 As the doors open with a “ding”, you try to rush through the long hallway and into your apartment, desperate to see your baby that you haven’t seen since you tucked him in last night. You quickly search through your bag and find the ring of keys with a custom bracelet made by your child that you attached to them. Entering your apartment, you kick off your wet shoes and hang up your drenched coat on the hanger by the door. You help Spencer hang his coat and you tell him he can leave his bag right next to yours on the brown table sitting next to the shoes and coats.


 Your smile widens as you hear the angel like voice of your Liam. You can hear him jump off the couch and goes to where you and Spencer are at, his shaggy light/dark hair sticking in all different directions as he runs towards you. You bend down with open arms and he happily throws his short arms around your neck and pulls you close. 

 "Hi baby,” you coo and ruffle his hair as you hug him back. “Liam, can you do a favor for mommy?”

“Yes,” he says loudly and nods.

 "Can you say hi to my very good friend, Spencer,“ you point at Spencer and Liam peers up at him through his long eyelashes. 

 "Hi, Liam!” Spencer waves his hand and slightly bends his knees to make himself shorter. Liam doesn’t respond, he only looks at Spencer curiously before he hides behind me. 

 "Go finish watching your cartoon with auntie Tess,“ you playfully spank his bottom to send him off and he laughs before skipping away to the living room where he joins your niece, Tess. She is your hero when it comes to Liam. She lives here and instead of having her pay rent, she gladly accepts watching Liam. It’s a win-win situation for you. 

"Mommy?” Spencer questions in awe. 

 "Yeah, now you know,“ you tease sheepishly. 

 "I had no idea,” he tilts his head and begins to observe you in a new perspective.

 "Don’t tell anyone, please,“ you put your hands together and plead.

"Of course,” he agrees right away. “Is he?” Spencer trails off, not finishing is question in fear of overstepping any boundaries. 

 "Yes, he’s autistic,“ you answer.

"I would give you some facts or statistics but I’m pretty sure you know what you’re doing,” he comments with a chuckle. 

 "I still don’t understand how your brain can remember every single thing you read,“ you shake your head in disbelief. 

 "It’s all in the eidetic memory,” he points at his head. “Both a blessing and a curse." 

 Liam comes back into view, a neat stack of books in his small hands. He looks up at you and you know what he wants to do. He wants you to read to him. 

"Hey, Spence, I’m just going to read him to sleep and then I’ll come back to you,” you say as you walk towards Liam.

 "Your friend too, mommy!“ Liam yells. You look down at the child in surpris. He wasn’t usually this friendly with strangers. You look over at Spencer and he has a wide smile on his lips. 

 "I would love to!” He exclaims enthusiastically and skips over to you and Liam. You shot over a grateful smile at Spencer before guiding the two boys through the dimly lit hallway and into Liam’s neatly decorated room. You went in first and flicked on the beside lamp that shed a soft light throughout the room. Liam excitedly jumps onto his bed and gets himself tucked in before looking up at you and Spencer with a smile.

“Which one do you want to read, Li?” You ask as you hand him the stack of his favorite picture books.

“This one!” 

Liam carefully pulls out the book, “Where the Wild Things Are,” his favorite book as of last week.

“That is a good choice, Liam!” Spencer compliments with a wide smile and Liam returns the gesture.

You and Spencer spent the last thirty minutes flipping through almost every book in the pile Liam had selected before he finally fell asleep. You exhale a large breath and let your back fall onto the backboard of the bed.

“Y/N, if you want to go to sleep, you can,” Spencer quietly suggests. He gets up from the side of the bed and begins to tip-toe his way out of the room. “I can show myself to the living room and just sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” you protest and attempt to stand up but Spencer takes quick long strides towards you and makes you sit back down.

“No, really, I’ll be fine,” he chuckles.

“Thank you, Spence,” you reach for his hand and lace your fingers with his. “Liam isn’t good with company and him actually wanting to be around you made me really happy.”

“I guess that means I’ll be around here quite a bit,” Spencer flashes you a smile.

“Oh expect to be here every day,” you joke. “Liam is never going to shut up about you.”


Hello!!! could you do one where h is older than y/n and his sister is a bit iffy of it and stuff but things end up okay and good


“She’s NINETEEN, Harry!”

Harry let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.


“And…you’re almost 23.”

“S’not even four years, Gem.”

“Which wouldn’t be a big deal if you were both older, but she’s not even in her 20’s yet.”

Harry was fighting a losing battle. Gemma wasn’t normally so vocal about Harry’s relationships, but that was also partially because he had never dated someone this much younger than him, nor had he ever dated someone who wasn’t in the public eye. She had only met (Y/N) once but she could already tell that her brother was smitten and it worried her a bit.

It wasn’t that (Y/N) seemed incredibly immature. In the brief interaction they had, Gemma had actually found her to be very sweet and friendly, if not a bit quiet. The things that Gemma worried about were more to do with the two of them being in very different stages of their lives. Harry was a global superstar who traveled everywhere for work and bumped elbows with models and major industry influences at black-tie parties and award shows. (Y/N) was a sweet, 19-year-old college student who had never even lived outside her home town and – up until she met Harry – the most famous person she had ever had contact with was the local weatherman. It wasn’t that Gemma didn’t like (Y/N) or think that Harry didn’t have genuine feelings for her, but she knew it would be a tough relationship to make work.

As much as Gemma didn’t want to admit it, the age gap bothered her a bit as well. She could remember exactly what she was like at 19 and she had not been emotionally mature enough to handle a relationship with a 23-year-old.

“I really like her, Gem,” Harry said.

Gemma sighed, knowing that there wasn’t much she could say that would change that.

“I know that, little brother. I just worry; I don’t want either of you getting hurt.”

Harry appreciated his sister’s concern – he really did – but she didn’t know (Y/N) the way he did. Granted, if he had been in her situation he would been hesitant as well. When a 23-year-old male tells you that his girlfriend is barely out of high school, people question that. But (Y/N) was different. Had Harry not seen her driver’s license, he would never have believed she was as young as she was. (Y/N) had a maturity well past her years and she was what Harry referred to as “an old soul”, similar to his own.  Of course, she had her moments where she showed her age but it was never in a bad way. Harry sometimes acted like a 16-year-old teenage boy and (Y/N) didn’t seem to mind that. They worked well together and Harry was very happy with what they had.

He just wished that he could somehow convince Gemma of that same thing.

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That’s Life (Pt.2)

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader (but also Jungkook?)

Words: +1k

pt.1 // Pt.3

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Holy fuck..” You groaned, sitting up. 

The very heavy hangover you were getting woke you up pretty early. When you checked your phone it read 7:00 a.m. The sound of a certain someone snoring next to you really wasn’t helping the headache either. Looking down at Namjoon sleeping made you realize something. Every time you got to see him or hear his voice you got this excitement in your chest. It was hard to explain it but you thought your heart would explode every time because you were so happy. You’d feel nervous sometimes even after months of dating but now all you were left with was remembering that dumb text message from last night. A part of you did blame yourself. Maybe you should have been there for him more? The door opened and your roommate came in quietly. She jumped not realizing you’d be awake.

“Where have you been?” you whispered to her.

She took notice of Namjoon behind you. 

“Doing the same thing you were apparently but at least I was nice enough to do it in his dorm.”

You rolled your eyes. “We didn’t do anything. I don’t even want him in here but I passed out last night after coming back from the bar.”

She sighed. “What? Your dating. of course he’s gonna be around you. And besides If you want him to get out and leave, why are you whispering?”

You didn’t even realize you were being considerate of him. It just sort of came out of habit. 

“Forget it. I’m just gonna leave him here. I’m gonna go take a shower. If he comes on to you, don’t get too surprised. It’s kind of his new thing.” You mumbled, harshly.

You left the room before your roommate would ask for an explanation. Little did you know he was already awake but was pretending to sleep when your roommate walked in. He was very aware on how hard it was going to be to get you to forgive him, if he could even do that.

After you showered he was already gone but he left medicine and a note on the bed. The note read:

“I got you something for the pain last night. Please be more careful when you drink. -Love, Namjoon.”

You took the medicine, hoping your headache would finally disappear and went off to class. Jungkook came up to you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You flashed him a smile but kept walking. He ran up and stood in front of you.

“What? Are you mad at me too?”

“No, Jungkook. I just don’t really want to hear you defend him. I know he told you.”

He sighed. “Fair enough. But I’m not really here to defend him. I think he pulled an asshole move and….I don’t think you deserved that. I was actually checking up on you.”

That caught you off guard. “Yeah. I’m fine I guess.”

He gave a nervous smile. “That’s good…I was uh…wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?”

“…….Are you asking me out?”

He shrugged. “It can be whatever you want it to be.”


His eyes widened and he smiled brightly, showing off his obnoxiously adorable bunny teeth.

“Great! You can meet me at my room. 150 in Scott hall at 8:00, okay?”

You just smiled back and nodded. 

The hard part about today was it was especially hard to stay awake, still feeling slightly drained from last night. Being a lightweight was a real pain in the ass. After your class you were on your way to eat dinner with Jimin but stopped to see Namjoon and who you assumed to be the girl he cheated on you with. As you still had feelings for him you could feel the anger in you welling up. Not only was she gorgeous, she smiled up at him with the most beautiful smile and yet he wanted you to believe he wasn’t into her. He on the other hand looked pretty serious. You wondered what they were talking about. 

“Hey come on. Staring is only going to make you more depressed.” Jimin said from beside you.

“Yeah.” You agreed, following Jimin.

At lunch you tried to fill him on what happened after he dropped you off.

“Don’t you think hitting him was a little harsh?”

You glared at him, thinking he was right but refusing to admit it. “…..It was too late. I did it impulsively and I wasn’t going to say sorry when he was being an ass.”

“It sounds like he’s really sorry…”

“Sorry? You saw them together! Plus it doesn’t matter…I have a date with Jungkook tonight.”

Jimin choked on his drink. “What?! You don’t even have feelings for him. You’re still in love with Namjoon.”

“Maybe I’ll get over him.”

Jimin laid his head down on the table. “God this is a mess. Y/N it’s only been a day.”

You shrugged. “He cheated on me a week ago. If I would have known then we’d be fighting a week ago. Look, If you’re not going to agree with me then fine..I have a date to get ready for anyway. Excuse me.”

Jimin tried to protest but he knew it was useless, knowing how stubborn you were. You got up from the table and left to change your clothes. The only thing you kept saying to yourself was if he could cheat on you then you could do it too. Putting on a tight dress probably wasn’t your most mature idea but that really didn’t seem to stop you. Arriving to Jungkook’s dorm was nerve wrecking but you didn’t have time to panic as he opened the door.

“Wow…You look” 

You blushed. “Thanks.”

He let you in and you sat down on his bed.

“So I have a whole bunch of songs I want you to hear.” He sat down next to you, holding his lap top.

He started playing songs for you and even told you about ones he was trying to write. Seeing him so passionate about music was really attractive but it only reminded you of another certain someone and his love for music.

“I don’t really have much to do with them but it’s fun to make them. Maybe I can write one for you one day?”

You smiled. “I’ve never had someone do something like that.”

He smiled back. “You deserve someone like that..”

Jungkook moved the laptop off his lap, letting the song still play. He reached forward and put his hand on top of yours. He leaned close enough to almost make your lips touch.

“So why don’t you quit thinking about him and quit looking at the door like he’s going to show up? If he really cared about you he wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

You tensed up but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind when he leaned in and kissed you.

BTS Scenario- Suga x Reader: Butterfly

***Trigger Warning*** Cutting, Depression, and Bullying

Requested by Anon 

Summary- The reader is being bullied and has a lot of depression and started cutting. The reader’s boyfriend Suga came over one day when they were very upset and found the scars

Author’s Note: Please read this at your own risk. I do have personal experience with bullying and depression but not cutting and to anyone who has had to deal with any of these I am sorry and I hope it has gotten better or will get better. Please stay healthy all of you! <3 

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It’s just another day. Another day of endless pain and torment; another day of this green crap oozing out of my eyes and mouth; another day to exist and cause others harm just by doing that. Wonderful. What a great life.

Those thoughts ran through his bitter mind as he lazily flew over the town. What else was he going to do anyway? Crime was slow, and he was getting cabin fever being in that room in that house all day. Besides, Tom and Matt need a little break from all that radiation. But even going out “on the town,” so to speak, nothing really felt any different or any better. Just harmful existence, and no cat to cuddle and make things better. And this stupid schlock spilling out everywhere isn’t helping any! May as well come out his bunghole, wouldn’t inconvenience him any more than he already–

I can’t breath

His breath hitched, and despite his best efforts, oxygen wouldn’t fill whatever excuse for lungs he had. Without his own permission, his gloved hands grasped at his throat. He coughed and coughed, spraying his radioactive slime out into the air, but he felt no better. He lowered, heading towards a rooftop high in the sky, not bothering to check to see if anyone was on there. As soon as his shoes touched the concrete tiles, he collapsed into a pathetic heap.

Ok Edd, keep calm. Panicking in this situation will only make things worse. Now do your best to take a nice, deep breath. There’s plenty of air here.

He tried to give himself a pep talk and slow his racing heartbeat and adrenaline. Gathering all his energy, he halfway picked himself up, took in a big gulp of air

And instantly vomited

The glowing green viscous crap just kept coming and coming, everything inside him twisting and bunching to expel more and more. It piled and piled higher and higher, until at last it stopped.

The strength in his arms vanished and buckled under him, sending him straight into the slime he just released. He was immediately repulsed, but any and all attempts to move or get away were met with biting pain and insufficient energy to do so. In his useless attempts to flail around, he managed to get himself into fetal position, arms hugging himself. He still couldn’t breath.

The panic began to flare, him shaking and unable to stop it despite the pain that bit into his very core. Pathetic excuses for tears blurred his vision. He gave one last attempt to move, struggle, whatever, but nothing happened, and it was more than just his energy being nonexistent; he felt rooted, stuck, anchored to the spot and the position he was in. Reality was beginning to sink in, and the panic gave way to grim acceptance

I feel like I’m drowning; drowning in my own radioactivity maybe. I think I’m dying. Maybe I’m finally destabilizing and am going to be free. That wouldn’t be so bad

His vision was beginning to fade. He didn’t fight it. At this rate he welcomed the idea of death; no more pain just to exist, no suffering to cause to others, no odd stares and rejection from others. The last thing he recalls before blissful dark sleep took him was a feeling deep in his bones. It was a strange sensation; definitely hurt, but not as bad as everything…else…


Bunched up. Tight. Packed in. Sardines? Warm. Sleep. Not sleepy. Grrr. Where? What? How?? Can’t breath. Stuck! Trapped!! Out!! Get out!!! HELP ME!!! AIRRRR!!!

Light filled his senses and a chill clung to his everything. He sucked in the air around him; it tasted bitter. The air was moving quickly, pushing him down.

He could hear sounds; they sounded chaotic, surprised, fearful? It was all around him; surrounded? Clicking, angry sounds, impact noises. The harsh yellow light still blinded him, and he was still too weak to shield his eyes. He simply held them closed.

Remember? I…pain. Green. Hurt. 23? Cat. Ringo? Dead? Me? E-Ehh?–

Something about him twitched, something he didn’t remember having. It was far away from him, but still part of him? Something else spasmed, something else that wasn’t there before. A feeling began to bloom in his middle, spreading itself up and around, faster and faster until



His eyes snapped open as he let out a terrible sound, his limbs lifting his form off the floor. He held himself up, staring at the dark sky with the dancing lights, until they began to shudder and he found himself seeing the grey tile of the rooftop.

Memories had hit him like a 2x4 to the head; he remembered everything. He is Edd, corrupted and ruined from Eduardo’s nuclear satellite dish. He was flying and then couldn’t breathe. But didn’t he die? Didn’t he just die? It was just bright and sunny! Now it’s night? Why are there helicopters flying above him? Why are they holding spotlights on him? Sure, he was a nuclear abomination but it’s not like nobody knew that.

Wait, who called out his name?

It was a strain to lift his head, but he did it. The army had amassed onto the roof, some holding clear shields and others holding guns his direction. A bit overkill, really. He turned his gaze around; there were now the unmistakable flashing of cameras and loud murmurings of news reporters. Great, the media. Just what he needed–

None of them are wearing hazmat suits.

The thought slammed into him and sent a jolt running through his entire being. His first thought was they’re all stupid and in danger, but then the next was that there must be a reason they thought it was safe enough to approach him without such safety measures. He didn’t have much time to think on it though, when something else commanded all his attention.


Everything about him twitched suddenly at the voice, sending the message to his brain that there was something very much wrong with him. He turned his head around, people in army uniforms passing in his line of sight until a very familiar ginger with that blasted square chin came into view. His eyes widened.


At least, that’s what he intended to say. What came out instead were indecipherable growlings. That was odd.

“Edd? Is that you, buddy?” He also wasn’t wearing a hazmat suit, “Do you remember me?”

Since speaking was still a bit wonk, he tried a different tactic. He lifted his head and nodded. It was such an effort.

Was Matt always that small?

“Can you move?” Edd didn’t respond, “Do you remember anything?”

What did he mean by that? From the past few hours? Edd raised a quizzical eyebrow. before shaking his head. Something on his head was flopped around.

There was a sudden loud yell that surely was coated in expletives. They would’ve heard them, if it wasn’t so loud already. It was very familiar; surely belonging to a certain spiky-headed drunkard. The wall of soldiers parted as the yeller stepped into his view, blue hoodie flashing as he pushed them aside. He still had some stern words to yell.

“Back off! You have no right to be here! Leave him alone!” The soldiers did not back off, only step back to let the man through. As soon as he made eye contact with Edd, his eyes (or lack thereof) widened and took a half step back, “Edd?”

Edd could do little more than nod his heavy head. That something flopped around again.

“Do you remember me?” He nodded again, “Do you know what’s going on?” This time he shook his head

“Tom,” Matt’s tone had a somber edge, “now might not be the best time; we’ve got everyone’s eyes on us,”

“True… Do you know what you look like?”

What a strange question, he knew plenty well what he looked like! Chocolate toned hair, fair skin, upturned nose, and his eyes used to be cow brown until they melted away and became toxic green…and that toxic green spilling out his eyes and mouth constantly. But in all honesty, things seemed to be very off right now. He turned his vision to his side, and a hard chill ran down all of him.

There was a creature; a long, multi-limbed green creature whose body was half inside a hollow faded-green husk, and it was following him, all the way to…

As his eyes trailed more and more up the figure, the more panic rose. The instinct to get away flared up, and he found all the limbs attached to the monster flail and move. He found himself moving away from the cocoon, but the beast still followed. He threw an arm down to try and pry the monster away. A green paw slammed itself into the side of the creature, the claws digging in. The leathery hide burst black liquid, and his side burst with pain. With a loud cry and a hard fall later, the reality set it; this wasn’t a monster that was trying to swallow him whole, he WAS the monster. His eyes stung with tears threatening to burst forth.

He was too preoccupied to notice, but the soldiers had drawn their guns and stepped back a little ways. His two flatmates, and long time friends, have done the same, Matt covering his head.

“Edd?” Tom had the courage to say after a beat. Said creature grunted in response, “Edd, are you ok–” He watched as the black wound stitch itself back together right before his eyes, “I…guess you are,” Edd let out a loud whine and began to fold into all of himself, his uppermost paws covering his head. Tom laid a hand against the green hide of his friend, feeling all the muscles inside flinch hard, “If there’s any positive from this, you’re radiation free; this whole place is radiation free. You won’t hurt others being near them,”


Edd knew he most likely will never be able to speak normally again, and all his attempts would equal horrifying sounds. Nevertheless, he snapped his head to face the man and roared out what was on his mind before he could stop himself. Tom had stepped back instinctively, fear painting his face. The soldiers opened fire around him, causing Tom to hit the deck and Edd to burst into agony. He roared in pain as the bullets dug into his hide, spraying black goo everywhere. Edd curled up into himself again, whining with the tearing pain of the artillery. The soldiers ceased fire, Edd now aware of the pleading voices of his friends.

There was the low hum of chatter heard above the clipping sounds of the helicopters, but that was silenced as Edd felt the pain ebb away. There were small plinking sounds. Curling out of his ball, he saw a smattering of bullets lying in his black blood.

“This is useless! He won’t hurt anyone and your guns are pointless!” Tom was yelling at someone in particular, someone in a bit nicer uniform than the other soldiers, “He’s scared and disoriented, and you’re only making it worse. He’s our friend, and we know how to deal with him, so get lost!”

“I don’t take orders from you,” the man threatened back

Tom, to the man’s surprise, grabbed the hem of his uniform and pulled him in close. There were sounds of guns raising themselves, but no one fired. A violet light covered the man’s terrified face. Tom’s voice was low, but Edd was able to pick it up.

“He’s not only monster in the room, but he’s the only one you don’t have to worry about. Now I’ll say again, get lost,”

The man nodded nervously, and as soon as Tom let his coat go, he and a small group of soldiers backed away.

“D-d-disband. We’re not n-needed here,”

It didn’t take long for the entire rooftop to empty; even the helicopters flew off. Now the only sounds they could hear were the traffic and the faint police sirens in the distance. No one said anything for a while, a somber tension building. It was Edd who broke the silence.

“TO-OOooO-Omm-MMMmmmmm…” Edd tried his best to speak the name clearly, the results halfway working. Said person slackened in his stalwart stance, and turned around with a morose expression.

“Do you know how long you’ve been in that thing? That cocoon? Do you know how much chaos all this made? Are you fully aware of how monstrous you look??” His voice held rising anger

“I-M SOrr-Y, To-MMMmm…” It hurt his throat to enunciate like this

Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes, “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t be yelling at you like this, I know,” Something gleamed in the corners of his eyes, his attempt to hide it not very successful. Tom opened his mouth to say something more, but the words died in his throat. In the end he just walked off to the roof door and sat himself down, head in his hands.

There was a beat of silence

“E-Edd,” Matt’s timid voice grabbed his attention. The ginger held a small purple handheld mirror up to him, “It might not be big enough, but…”

After Matt didn’t say anything more, Edd reached out a paw to take the mirror, his paw alone twice as big as it. After a moment of fiddling with it, he held it up. The image it held should have shattered it.

Toxic green leathery hide, uniform in color, three black eyes, reptilian snout, fangs sticking out his mouth in random directions, long ears that twitched every now and again, dual sets of dark brown horns that stuck out the sides of his head. His paw was trembling so badly he couldn’t hold the mirror. It fell to the ground and shattered. Matt did nothing to catch it.

Hard gloom was setting in as he turned his attention to himself, namely his paws.

Four digits, three fingers and a thumb, adorned with grey pads and long claws, and it wasn’t the only set. His gaze trailed down, finding more limbs branching off his body. One, two, three, four arms, all tipped with paws and their terrible black claws. His body was arched and long, it was a ways until he got to his back legs, thankfully there was only one set; one digitigrade set. But it didn’t stop there; his spine kept on going and going in a long tail, and as a little surprise, it forked close to the end. And to top it all off, he was huge; much bigger than the two of his buds

He was a beast, an abomination, something to be scorned. His three eyes prickled with hot tears. He let them flow freely. He lowered his head onto the concrete tiles, minding the mirror shards, and let out a whimper. No one said anything for a while.

“Two months,” Matt broke the silence. Edd lifted an ear in response, “You were in that thing for two months. You didn’t come home when you said you would, and at about midnight we got a call. You were found, on this rooftop, covered in your own goop. We got here as soon as we could. We could see your face through all the green cords…” Matt trailed off, seeming haunted by the memories

“The radiation was so bad they had to evacuate the building,” Tom replied from his spot by the door. He began to get up, “and every day you were more and more thickly bound. No one could cut them loose, and no one wanted to,” He had gotten close enough for them to see the puffiness of his eyes and streaks of dried tears down his face, “After a week it built up to the size it is now. You were watched day and night, looking for signs of anything, anything at all. But if anything, the radiation was sucked into that thing, and eventually it all went away. It was safe to approach you,” Tom had to pause and take a deep breath, “We were awoken tonight by a knocking on our door; there was movement inside the cocoon. We were brought here, and we saw you come out…s-something else entirely,” Tom’s knees were wobbling, and Matt got up to steady him. Tom latched onto the ginger instantly, and gave no complaints as he was helped to the ground.

Edd wanted nothing more than to say something to comfort him, but in all likelihood he wouldn’t be able to. All he did was whine in pity

“But I guess, you’re still here, just a bit different,” Edd snorted resentfully, resulting in a humorless chuckle from the eyeless man, “Ok, a lot different. My point is, you’re still Edd, just…” words failed him, “It’s gonna take a long time for us to get used to this, and it seems that we might have to move somewhere where you can be safe and have plenty of room. But, you’re not radioactive anymore, or maybe you’re storing it effectively and safely, so you don’t have to worry about hurting us just by being around us. Are you in any pain whatsoever? Like, in the ways you used to be?” Edd shook his head, those confounded ears flopping against his head, “Well then, maybe things will begin to look up again,” He rubbed an eye, the hand coming back wet

“Maybe you can eat things again, or water not burn you like before,” Matt tried, “Perhaps we can even find Ringo again,”

There was a beat before Edd shifted a bit to rest his head close to Matt, where he was barely touching his leg. A small smile spread across his snout; maybe things are looking up.

I wrote a thing! This was in my head for a little while now, bothering me pretty good. Well, it’s here now, and it’s not very heavily edited. There will be errors in the grammar and spelling, most likely. Hopefully they don’t detract from the story.

Oh, and I drew out what I think Edd looks like now

A happy camper, he is not.

So, @corrupteddau, do you likey?

Help Me

a/n; I hope I can write this as good as it seems in my head 

Word Count: 413

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

“If this is a joke, it isn’t funny.” I breathed out in reply to my mom, “How could you think this is a joke?!” She shouted over the phone as she cried, “Your brother is dead, Y/N.” She added on, “I- uh I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later.” I said shakily, tears starting to stream down my face. I grabbed my phone and keys before walking out of my small apartment, slamming the door behind me. 

I ignored the looks I got as I walked hurriedly down the sidewalks, mostly drunk people giving me the side way glances. I felt myself move even faster as the Mikaelson residence came into view. 

I knocked loudly on the door, as tears clouded my vision again, “Y/N?” I heard the familiar accent ask, also known as my boyfriends brother, “Klaus, is Elijah here?” I asked as my face flushed slightly, “Niklaus, who’s at the door?” I heard Elijah ask in the background, Klaus stepped aside, motioning for me to come in. 

“Come on, love, he’s this way.” He said, leading me towards one of the many rooms. “Elijah.” He mumbled making the older original’s head turn in our direction. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Elijah asked standing up, Klaus turned on his heel and walked off. I rushed over to Elijah, holding onto him like my life depended on it. 

“It hurts, Elijah.” I cried as he held me to himself. “What hurts? What’s happened, Y/N?” He asked again, this time looking me over for any injuries, “Jake.” I mumbled, Elijah furrowed his eyebrows, “What do y-” I cut him off, “He’s dead, Elijah! My brother is dead and he’s never coming back!” I sobbed, his eyes widened momentarily as I completely broke down.

I covered my face as I sunk to my knees, I felt Elijah pull me onto his lap as I cried. “Make it stop, it hurts. Please.” I whispered into his neck as he rubbed my back slowly, “I’m sorry, my dear.” He breathed out into my hair. “Please, it hurts. Help me, Elijah.” I kept repeating as the tears slowly started to stop running down my cheeks. 

“It’s going to be okay, you’re alright.” He assured me, I felt my eyes closing against my will, “I’m so tired.” I mumbled lifting my head finally, squinting my eyes as the light felt so much brighter. “It’s okay, just go to sleep.” Was the last thing I heard before falling asleep on Elijah.