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AUs

Here are some aus, divided in different themes.

College themed

  1. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
  2. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
  3. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
  4. You peed on my car. You were drunk. I was in the car. There will be hell to pay
  5. My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
  6. It’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay
  7. I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare
  8. Accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
  9. Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
  10. Somehow, we always end up sitting next to each other during the weekly gatherings to watch [Game of Thrones, SVU, Rupaul’s Drag Race, pick a show] in our dorm’s really good TV room 
  11. I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

Awkward first meeting themed

  1. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
  2. “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
  3. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
  4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 
  5. “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”
  6. “Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us”
  7. “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”
  8. ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
  9. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’
  10. ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’
  11. “I ordered pizza but the pizzeria got my order wrong so now I’m screaming at my really cute pizza delivery boy because I’m angry and very hungry”

Nobility themed

  1. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
  2. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
  3. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways”

Opposites attract themed

  1. a hopeless romantic and a single-but-proud meet at a store on valentine’s day. the latter is buying valentine cards ironically, the former buying them sincerely in hopes of getting a date
  2. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
  3. rebellious teenager who’s failing all their classes is assigned a studious tutor
  4. really distinguished food critic and fast food chef
  5. a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date

High school themed

  1. “We’re the only ones in detention”
  2. “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall”
  3. “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting”
  4. “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward”
  5. “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together”
  6. “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it”
  7. “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles”
  8. “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other”
  9. “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you”
  10. “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are”
  11. “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”
  12. sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
  13. found their phone number in a library book
  14. dancing partners
  15. younger siblings are best friends
  16. playing romantic interests in a play
  17. “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)”
  18. “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK”
  19. “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!”
  20. “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

Ridicously sentence themed

  1. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 
  2. "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”
  3. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”
  4. “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”
  5. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 
  6. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
  7. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
  8. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”
  9. “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Height difference themed

  1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
  2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
  3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
  4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
  5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
  6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 
  7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Reincarnation themed

  1. I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life
  2. We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Mythical creatures themed

  1. “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”
  2. “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO”
  3. “i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Funny meeting at a party themed

  1. “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”
  2. “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you”
  3. “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party”
  4. “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started”
  5. “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute”
  6. “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where”
  7. “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me”
  8. “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???”
  9. “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team”
  10. “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me”
  11. “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are”

Competitive themed

  1. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
  2. I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
  3. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
  4. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
  5. we’re always making stupid bets like 'bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
  6. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

“We’re bad at dating” themed

  1. I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
  2. I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
  3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
  4. We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
  5. We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
  6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole
fall

or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her

(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

Sometimes, when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that, the utter normalcy of losing National City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning during rush hour.

But a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?

She doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

By Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero. She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true hero, an exemplary citizen.

(Lena doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.  

After that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)

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It Takes Two - Negan Imagine

Theme: Fluff

Chapter Summary: As much as you attempt to keep out of the Saviors’ way while they raid Alexandria, your daughter decides to have a word with Negan.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it.

Word Count: 2.1k

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: so basically halfway through writing this i realized the daughter was giving me Lilo vibes - so if you could imagine, she’s very much like Lilo :) | no warnings

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Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

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“Where’s Maggie, Mommy?” your daughter’s high-pitched voice met your ears as she stumbled down the hall. You turned to her, closing the book in your lap, “She’s not here anymore, she - .. ‘moved,’” you stuttered. Technically, you weren’t lying. After the run-in with the Saviors, she would be better off, and much safer, not in Alexandria.

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Star Light, Star Bright

Originally posted by daenso

Star Light, Star Bright
Ship: Shooting Star/ Guardian Angel!Jimin | Reader
Description: When you wish upon a star, you never really think he’d come to visit.
Warnings: Fluff, Intercourse, Fingering, Slight Cum Play, Slight Dirty Talk, ANGST
Word Count: 7,595
A/N: Fluffier (sorta) than my other writings, and maybe not as dirty. It’s still there though. I was starting to think I’d never get around to writing this but I’m so glad I finally finished!

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BTS Reaction to Them Being Insecure Before Getting Intimate

GENRE: really fluffy & a tad angsty

WARNINGS: insecurities

REQUESTED: yes

A/N: i got a lil carried away, but i hope you enjoy! sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted at times! enjoy!

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JIN


You reached for Jin’s top button of his shirt, and his breathing hitched. You stopped immediately, feeling as if you did something wrong. You opened your mouth to speak, but soon shut it as Jin’s large hands were placed on top of yours. You locked your eyes with his, and you noticed how zoned out he seemed. You felt your heart ache as you two stood there, wanting to know what was wrong. Jin had never stopped you, and you had never stopped him.

“The managers told me that I need to lose some weight. They want me to cut my diet down, so that’s why I’ve been cooking more healthy foods for us… I still feel as if I am not up to their standards. If they feel that way, you must too. I feel as if you will leave me if I don’t thin up.” Jin spoke quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. You lowered your hands from his chest, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal; I’ll just keep my shirt on if that’s alright—”

“Jin, you’re so small,” you croaked out, not understanding why he was seen as anything less than perfection. Jin shook his head as he placed his hands on your cheeks. He looked you in the eye, seeing the pain that those words had caused you. You couldn’t imagine being in his spot and being told that. “Please don’t lose weight, Jinnie. I don’t want to see you in an unhealthy place. If you lose weight you'll—”

“I love you,” Jin interrupted. Jin wiped the tears that left your eyes with the pad of his thumb. He nodded at you, not needing to hear the rest of what you had to say. He knew what his baby wanted, and that was the healthy version of him. “I’ll talk to them, okay? I’m sorry I brought it up.” Jin smiled faintly before connecting his lips to yours again. The returned feeling made your heart beat out of joy instead of sorrow. Jin reached his hands down to yours, placing them on his chest again.


YOONGI ( SUGA )


Yoongi’s hands would be on your thighs as you straddled him, his lips on the crook of your neck. You were already down to just your underwear, yet he was still fully dressed. Lowering your hands down to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyelashes tickled your neck, and you stopped yourself there. Usually he would just help you remove his shirt, not wanting to wait much longer. This time, he removed his lips from you.

“Yoongi, did I do something?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“N– no, you’re… you’re great,” Yoongi breathed. You could hear the pain in his voice as he took your hands in his. You would have gotten off his lap, but he held you close so you wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. “I just haven’t been with you enough. I’m always away working, and we rarely have nights like this where it’s just us.” Yoongi was never good at expressing himself, but neither were you. “I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you want.”

“Yoongi,” you squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small sigh, leaning back in the office chair you both resided on. You saw the pain in his eyes as he held onto your hands, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Time doesn’t change how I feel about you. I don’t care if we both don’t feel satisfied; I just want to be with you. I would be just as happy sleeping with your arms locked around me.” Yoongi nodded. “Plus, name one time we did not receive a noise complaint from my neighbors or the boys.”

Yoongi chuckled, “never.”


HOSEOK ( JHOPE )


Hoseok smiled as the two of you sat on your shared bed. He had just thrown your shirt to the floor, and so far everything seemed picture perfect. Hoseok picked you up and placed you on his lap, your cheeks reddening as he did so. He loved seeing the impact he had on you, and you could help but let out a soft giggle as he tapped his fingertips against the small of your back. He grinned against your collarbones at the sound, closing his eyes. You reached down for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up to tease Hobi. He kissed your collarbones.

“My stomach is kind of fat right now jagi,” Hobi stated, making you stop. You could tell with the tone in his voice that he was unhappy with his body. You could see no imperfections, and his words had surprised you. You had seen him shirtless this morning when he got out of the shower, and his abs were definitely there. Even if they weren’t, you didn’t care. Hoseok was Hoseok no matter his body, and you would love him anyway. “Baby?”

“You’re not fat,” you mumbled. Hoseok sighed softly as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled at you, glancing down at your lips. “If you think you are, then you shouldn’t. Hoseok, I don’t see where you got that idea at all! I saw your abs this morning when you were getting ready. I can feel the muscles in your back!”

“You always used to praise me for my figure, and you no longer do,” Hoseok explained. You rolled your eyes.

“I thought you got bored of the same compliments I gave out,” you pressed your nose against Hobi’s. He smiled, knowing you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was beautiful no matter his size, and you didn’t have to vocalize that. “If you need me to, I’ll tell you every second of the day how much I love you. I’ll say all of the words that will change your mind. I will kiss you and assure you that your abs now are far better than what they were. Want to know why they’re better?”

“Because they’re mine, and I love them too,” Hoseok finished with what you had planned to say. You giggled, nodding. He grinned widely before throwing his shirt off, placing his lips on yours.


NAMJOON ( RAP MONSTER )


Namjoon had not been in the best mood lately, due to the constant spotlight on the two of you. Because both of you are idols, you both get hate from either sides. His seemed to be more intense than yours, and he understood why. You were gorgeous, with hair that always seemed to flow effortlessly, and a body that could stun anyone. He was lucky to call you his, and he knew you felt the same about him. You constantly told Namjoon how much you adored him, but times like this he forgot.

The words repeated in his mind as he had you pinned against the wall of your room. Your hands were tangled in his hair, which had always been his weakness. With your back arched, his only desire was to have your body covered with his kisses. He reached around to your back and began unzipping your dress, noticing how the fabric loosened on you. He placed his lips on your shoulders as he slid the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor.

You placed your hands at the waistband of his jeans, holding Namjoon close to you by his belt loops. You unbuckled his jeans, and he slid off the hoodie that he wore. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, your lips connecting again. With your body pressed against his, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. You were his everything, and he could feel your love whenever you were around. The words began to replay again, and he slowed his kiss down. You knew something was up, being able to tell easily with Namjoon.

“I love you,” you breathed as you looked Namjoon in the eye. You smiled, feeling his fingertips tap on your lower back. The words seemed to disappear with you standing in front of him. You didn’t know why he was upset, but you knew he was. Namjoon wasn’t an open book, but he had a few ripped pages on the floor. If you had to guess, it was the attention constantly on the two of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, Joon. I’m the lucky one, and you shouldn’t feel insecure about yourself.”

“I love you too, baby,” Namjoon smiled, and he meant every syllable.


JIMIN


You woke up early one morning, not feeling the warmth that Jimin produced beside you. Squinting your eyes open, you could vaguely see Jimin standing in the bathroom you shared. He had practice, and you knew that he got up early to get ready. He didn’t notice that you had woken up, and you watched as he pinched the skin on his stomach. He carried a frown, clearly unhappy with the skin on his stomach. He only wore a towel covering his lower half, and you knew he had just showered. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his wet hair.

“Chim, you’re not—”

“Ah,” Jimin turned around swiftly to face you. He must have saw the displeased expression on your face, because he looked down at his feet. You wanted to burst into tears then, begging for Jimin to never do that again. He self-consciously wrapped his arms around his stomach. “I was supposed to leave a few minutes ago.”

“Why haven’t you then?” You asked, sitting up. He frowned, turning towards the bathroom mirror, his back to you. You could see his muscles on his back, and you didn’t understand. “Jimin, you are tiny. What you were pinching is skin, and last time I checked, everyone has it. You don’t need to stress, oppa. I have that too.” Jimin nodded, sniffling. He turned around to face you, clearly feeling terrible now. “I love you, Jiminie.”

“I’m sorry,” a tear slipped down his cheek as he rushed towards you. Jimin sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hugged him tightly, kissing his bare shoulder. “You’re perfect, and I am doing what I hate you doing. You’re so beautiful, Y/N, and I’m sorry that we both are being stupid and ignoring each other’s words. I love you more than the stars in the sky, and I promise to never make you feel sad like that again.”

You then realized that you had been crying.


TAEHYUNG ( V )


Tae loved you more than anything else in his life, and he’d give up everything for you. Because of that, he often felt as if he was not good enough to be with you. He felt as if you were the most unique and fascinating person in the entire universe, and he felt lesser of himself. Whenever it came to taking any clothes off around you, he did not feel comfortable. It only got worse as your relationship hit the one year anniversary mark, and the two of you had yet to ever undress in front of each other. He wasn’t alone with his insecurities, because you felt the same.

“Tae,” you greeted him as he stood in the kitchen eating leftovers. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and his heart started beating. You two were never a pair that did much skinship besides loose cuddling. You both often wished that you had done more, but you couldn’t help it. Clinging onto Tae, that was probably the closest you had ever been to him your entire relationship, including when you two were just friends. “Good morning.”

“M– morning,” Tae stuttered, placing his free hand on top of your hands. “Do you want the rest of this? We can go get something to eat if you’d like. Or, I could ask Jin to make something for you.” Taehyung spoke quickly, clearly wanting you to let go of his waist. You took the hint, removing your arms from him. He immediately felt guilty after seeing your expression. You loved him, and he knew that you didn’t see anything wrong with him. “Baby.”

“Taehyung,” you breathed unsteadily. He saw tears brimming in your stunning eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. He shushed you before you could say anything, feeling your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t want to hug him back, fearing that he would feel awful about himself again. “I’m sorry. You’re absolutely perfect and I don’t understand why you are insecure. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about yourself…”

“Shh,” Taehyung breathed. “I’ll ease up, but that means you have to too, okay?” Taehyung spoke softly, and you nodded faintly. It would be hard to get out of your habits, but you had Tae with you. “You’re the most amazing and incredible creature, and I love you, baby.”


JEONGGUK


A smile would be on your face as you sat on Kook’s lap. It would not be the first heated makeout session between you two, but this one seemed to last a lot longer than the others. He held onto your hips, his hands under the fabric of your shirt. You would lower your hands down to the hem of his shirt, knowing what was on both of your minds. You had been together for eight months, and nothing had come out of it yet. Today that would change, or at least you thought so.

“Babe,” Jungkook breathed as you broken away from him. You quickly removed your hands, knowing he was uncomfortable. Jungkook held onto your hips still, letting out a sigh. “I don’t have much experience… I don’t see why you’re the one always initiating this, because you can probably tell I’m not as good as—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupted. He tilted his head, confused. You would smile, placing your hands on either sides of his face. You would kiss the tip of his nose, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t care if you aren’t experienced. I want to be with you, and I know that you’re great already. You’re more experienced than me, so I should be the one talking about not being any good.” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.

“You always find a way to boost my confidence,” Jungkook stated. He took your hands in his and placed them on the hem of his shirt. “I love you.”

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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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“She’s too good for you” - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary : You finally meet your boyfriend’s family. 

Just a short little thing I wanted to write about the eldest of the batkids…Hope you’ll like it :s.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You were watching TV, on your own, in your tiny apartment when it all happened. 

A knock on your door, and then said door opening. You didn’t worry, you knew who it was.

-(Y/N), how many times will I have to tell you that you need to lock your door ? Gotham is a dangerous city…

You turned around, kneeling up on your couch, to look at him. Richard Grayson was facing you. Your boyfriend. You smiled with defiance.

-You know Richie, if someone really wanted to get in my house, the lock wouldn’t do anything. They can just bust the door open with one kick. It’s a very shitty door, in a very shitty complex apartment. No one will ever even think anything valuable is in there. And they’d be right. 

-I beg to disagree, there’s one very valuable thing in this apartment…

You raised your eyebrows. Even your TV was like a hundred years old, and totally worthless. He walked toward you, stopping behind your couch to kiss you. You kissed back eagerly, tangling your hand in his hair, and he pulled back with a low chuckle. Oh you loved his laugh so much. It was damn sexy. 

-You. I’m talking about you (Y/N). 

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Fall For You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


The library was a place you were supposed to be able to go to to study, and usually it was. There was something about sitting by yourself that let you study easier and focus better. Silence filled the library most days and you never had to worry about someone coming and bugging you over something that would be considered a waste of time. That was until you met Jeon Jungkook.

At first he was another one of the bad boys on campus, a title you thought would drop when entering college but somehow persisted for him. He wore it proudly on his chest like the words of others defined who he was without a problem. It was something you had never liked before, but it was different with him. The only reason he had started talking to you in the first place though, was because he had started to crush on your best friend.

The library was a place where you were able to study and learn without anyone bothering you, but it seemed now that Jungkook had started crushing on your best friend, he had recruited you into helping him get her to fall for him. It was like no matter where you ran away to he would always find you and follow you around until you helped him with what he needed.

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Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

Fall For You (M) | 02

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 10,272
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to-

Part 01. Part 03 + Drabbles

It wasn’t over.

After your night with Jungkook he was on your mind more than ever. You didn’t go to any parties in the following days, but you couldn’t help but think of him during the evening, of if he was drinking to get drunk or to maintain appearances as he brought another girl to his bed. The idea of him, wrapped around a random girl, his tongue shoved down her throat, didn’t bother you.

No, what angered you was how he continued to consume your thoughts, even though you hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone else.

It wasn’t fair.

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I’m still not over homecoming guys 💗💘

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warnings: spoilers for homecoming, please don’t read if you haven’t watched the movie yet.

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Remember the Promise, Carl Grimes.

A/N: I made another one! I hope you guys like it as much as you have the last ones!

Summary: The reader and Carl are in a “no strings attached” kind of relationship that is as complicated as can be. Due to the disapproval of the reader’s mother they’ve been sneaking around for quite some time. Despite efforts to stop it, they both feel it turning into something more.

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Word Count: 15,247

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Being a maid from another kingdom and visiting Narnia would include

EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER, GUYS

Originally posted by angharxd

  • the royal family of your kingdom going to Narnia hoping to marry the princess with one of their kings
  • king Edmund, to be more specific
  • you’d be one of the princess’ maid who had been brought along
  • your kingdom having extremely severe laws
  • no sense in your opinion, but you had to follow them anyway
  • and you didn’t expect to have any contact with the Narnia royal family at first
  • until the princess asked all her maids to go look for the king so they could go out for a walk and get to know each other better
  • luckily you were the one who managed to find him first
  • “Pardon me, Your Majesty.” you called him shyly into the library, causing him to raise his dark eyes from his book to you. “The princess is requiring your company for a walk.”
    The king let out a tired sigh when he heard the word ‘princess’, which made you want to laugh but hid it in a smile. He didn’t seem to have taken a liking to the royalty of your kingdom. The smile, however, vanished from your face as you suppressed your lips when saw the cover of the book the king was reading a few seconds ago.
    “It seems like a good book.” you murmured, catching Edmund’s attention as he stood up from his chair. “The image on the cover makes it look like it’s a mystery book.”
    The king looked between the woman and the book, a small smile appearing on his lips. “What’s your name?”
    “(Y/N), Your Majesty.” you made a brief courtesy. “One of the princess’ maid, Your Majesty.”
    “You do not need to call me that, you can call me-”
    “Do you prefer King Edmund? I would call you ‘My King’, but technically you are not my king, not yet at least.” you started rambling. “I have heard that you are called 'King Edmund the Just’, so if you prefer-”
    “Just Edmund is fine.” he said interrupting you, the smile still on his face, making you nod quickly. “Do you like to read mystery books, (Y/N)?”
    You shook your head slowly. “I do not know how.”
    “How what?”
    “I am very lucky to have been accepted into the castle, King Edmund.” you said. “With me working there, I guarantee food for my family, and education too, thing I never had.” you lowered your head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I never learned to read, King Edmund.”
    He thought of correcting her again to call him just Edmund, but decided against it. Instead he suggested something that made your eyes widen before nodding quickly with a wide smile on your lips. “I can teach you how to read, if you want.”
  • from that day, when you weren’t needed, you’d meet Edmund and then he would teach you how to read/write
  • and when he thought you had learned enough for one day you would do something else together
  • usually you’d just talk in the library
  • some other days he would read some of his favorite books to you or encourage you to read to him
  • but sometimes Edmund would convince you to get out of the library with him, often so you could pull pranks on other people
  • including your princess
  • and even if you were too scared to get caught, you’d have a great time doing that
  • you starting to get fond of each other
  • you meeting secretly at night just to talk
  • you both sneaking into the kitchen and you making some traditional sweets from your kingdom for Edmund
  • “They may not be so good, after all, there’s a reason I work in the princess’s bedroom, not the kitchen”
  • but he did like them anyway (although you don’t know if he really liked it or if he was just trying to be nice)
  • he always going to you to complain about your princess
  • and even though you didn’t like her so much, you’d never say anything against her, just let him talk
  • but you’d sometimes feel the urge to complain about some things that bothered you in your life and he’d be glad to listen
  • Edmund loving to hear stories about you in your kingdom (especially if they include your siblings)
  • him borrowing a horse for you and suggesting taking you for a ride during the night
  • and then you’d tell him that you had never ridden a horse
  • and he wouldn’t hesitate to teach you
  • surprisingly you’d get the hang of it quickly
  • after that, sometimes, you both would go out to ride the night
  • some days the princess would go and see him dueling
  • and Edmund would try harder these days than he normally would
  • not because the princess would be there, but because she always brought her maids with her, you included
  • and he’d want to impress you
  • now that you were getting better at writing, Edmund would insist that you should write letters to him once you returned to your kingdom
  • you starting to develop feelings for the king, but denying having them as much as you could
  • little did you know that Edmund was starting to have feelings for you too
  • and he, unlike you, didn’t try too much to deny them
  • he’d even tell Lucy about it
  • and you’d notice that the valient queen had started to send knowing glances to you
  • you and Edmund smiling discreetly at each other when you were in the presence of other people
  • Edmund giving you hints that he was liking you, but you not getting any of them
  • until one day
  • you were once again training your handwriting as he read a book beside you
  • well, he tried to, but he was too distracted thinking about you
  • you were trying not to be distracted by the man next to you, trying hard to focus on the shaky words you wrote
  • but you couldn’t help but let your thoughts focus on him
  • thinking about him, especially about his lips
  • You looked at the king, your eyes slightly wide, your cheeks heating. “I’m going crazy.” you murmured more to yourself than to him, feeling a sense of guilt going through you. “I’m so sorry, Ed.”
    That made Edmund take his eyes off the book he wasn’t reading, raising one eyebrow at the woman. “Why are you saying that?”
    “I’m having these thoughts lately, thoughts that could cost my head if you were from my kingdom.” you felt your cheeks heat up even more, making you look away from him to your lap. “Improper thoughts for a maid to have about a king.”
    You refused to look at him, feeling the embarrassment take over you. You didn’t want to see his reaction at all. The only thing you hoped for was that he wouldn’t tell anyone about that or you could already consider yourself dead.
    Your gaze only met Edmund’s again when he placed his hand on your chin, making you look at him, which made you realize that his face was much closer to yours than it was a few seconds ago.
    “In your kingdom, what would happen if your king had improper thoughts about a maid?” he asked in a slightly hoarse voice as his eyes alternated his gaze between your eyes and lips.
    “She dies.” you answered in a low voice, feeling your heart beating faster the more Edmund got closer to you.
    “So I’m glad I’m not your king yet.” he murmured before finally pressing his lips against yours in a long, sweet peck.
    You felt yourself smiling as you pulled away, watching Edmund smile too. But your smile soon disappeared from your face when reality hit you again. Enough is enough.
    You quickly stood up from the chair you were sitting in, seeming to scare the king with your sudden movement. You tried to look as serious as you could.
    “It was very kind of you to teach me how to read, Your Majesty, and to write and ride a horse, but our time seems to have come to an end, since you will soon be my princess’ husband, and, apart from that, if everything happens as planned, I’ll be back home in a few days.” you started and Edmund seemed to be about to cut you off, but you continued. “If I get caught with the king, Your Majesty, I’m not even sure what would happen to me and… And my family would live in misery again.” you took a deep breath, walking toward the door. “And I will not let them suffer just because I have feelings for the wrong man.”
  • after that you would start to avoid him at all costs (especially when the princess brought you to his duels, where he’d try to contact you in some way)
  • and Lucy, too, after she’d started trying to talk to you about it too
  • and you’d be praying that the day you’d go back home would arrive soon
  • until one day you were walking through the grounds of Cair Paravel with another maid and you’d ended up hearing an argument about your princess between Peter and Edmund
  • you quickly get out of there, pulling the other maid along with you (although she wanted to stay to hear everything)
  • “It seems the king is not very pleased with the princess, is he?” she said suppressing a laugh.
  • you trying to avoid thinking that it was because of you, trying to convince yourself that even if Edmund hadn’t met you he would still complain about the princess to his brother
  • but you couldn’t avoid the truth anymore when he finally convinced you to talk to him
  • him telling you that he had managed to convince his brother that there would be no marriage between him and the princess
  • Your mouth was slightly open with surprise. You knew Edmund had complained about the princess, but he didn’t expect him to cancel the marriage.
    You looked at him, not believing what was happening. A small involuntary smile appeared on your face as you shook your head. Unbelievable. That couldn’t be happening.
    “It seems like the women
     from my kingdom do not please you.” you murmured in a low voice, the smile still on your face as Edmund got even closer to you.
    “Not that one.” he chuckled, a smile on his face as he placed his hand on your cheek. “But you, you’re one of the most interesting woman I’ve ever met.”
    And those were his last words before he collided his lips with yours, this time in a kiss a little rougher than the first. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, moving your lips against his cheerfully.
    “I’m still leaving Narnia.” it was the first thing you said to him when the kiss ended, pressing your foreheads against each other. “I’m going back to my kingdom as soon as the princess is ready to go.” you pulled away from him to look into his dark eyes. “I’m still just her maid.”
    Edmund placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling softly at you. “Not if you marry me.”


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I don’t want to be another one night stand... (Not a request)

Note: College AU (no powers), Smut, +18, blow job, protected sex, vaginal fingering, fluff, sadness, Bucky is a playboy at first.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Side Steve x Tony 

Words: 5260


There was a long thump noise followed by moans as (Y/N) typed away her report while an angered sigh passes through her lips. On the other side of the wall was her roommate James, or Bucky to his friends having sex with another unknown woman of the week. He did this a lot and it was starting ticking (Y/N) off with no understanding as to why this was happening. She was starting to regret agreeing to becoming his roommate considering they had been best friends since before grade school. (Y/N) was trying to finish her report, just needing one more paragraph and this would be down and that’s when the thumping was continuous.

(Y/N)’s eye twitched when suddenly it stopped as she sighed in relief before quickly typing the last paragraph. She let out a noise of happiness that the report was over when she got up to grab a snack from the fridge. That’s when a red haired girl, Natasha?, came out of the room smiling with her hair a mess before she looked to (Y/N). “I borrowed some of your clothes. He said you wouldn’t mind.” Natasha smiles before walking out as (Y/N) stood there with an angered expression on her face when Bucky strutted out of the bedroom in only black boxers. “You look angry? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked opening the fridge as he grabs a bottle of water.

“I am very angry. No. Scratch that. I’m pissed off.” She huffed crossing her arms when he quirked an eyebrow. “Why?” He asked. “You gave another girl some of my clothes, and I had a report due. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with some woman moaning constantly?” She asked glaring at him. “Well Sorry that I’m good at what I do?” He offered as she covered her face letting out a frustrated groan. “You never hear what I say anymore James.” She hissed placing her hands onto her hips. “Awe come on, Natasha will give them back.” He shrugged casually. She wanted so desperately to scream ‘That’s not the point’ to him, but immediately bit her tongue to stop herself.

“Forget I said anything.” She sighed running her fingers through her hair before she walked back to her own room without another word. She wasn’t hungry anymore, too worked up over the whole thing going on with Bucky. It sucked. When Bucky asked her to move in with him she thought he meant that he wanted to be with her, finding out the hard way that night when she heard Bucky with some woman named Peggy. (Y/N) sat with her knees pulled to her chest, wanting to move out has been plaguing her mind since she moved it. Yet she had nowhere else to go, her job wasn’t stable enough to get an apartment on her own, especially not one this close to her school.

She sighed before laying down in bed trying to sleep, but she couldn’t. Her mind was racing with Bucky always being with other women all the time. They say he’s practically fucked every single girl he’s talked to… except (Y/N) and it hurt. Not that she wanted to just be a one night stand for him. She just worried maybe she wasn’t pretty enough for him. There was a blade sinking deeper and deeper into her chest and she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes fluttered shut as she yanked the cover over her face, burying her face into her pillow she let out a sob. Her heart hurt so much yet tomorrow when she’d look at Bucky she’d be that happy go lucky girl once more.

In the morning (Y/N) stood making breakfast, Bucky had another ‘friend’ over and was just finished when Bucky stepped out. “Something smells good.” He said grinning while the young female slipped out as (Y/N) froze for a moment. It was Maria, her best friend she made other than Bucky and Steve. Maria knew about (Y/N)’s love for Bucky and she went behind her back while crushing her like this. “Yeah.” (Y/N) said in a monotoned voice before pointing to the plate of pancakes and bacon. “I have to go to school early.” She said shutting off the stove when she felt his hand on her hips. “You work too hard. Maybe you need a little stress relief~” He flirted.

Without meaning to she slapped his hands away. “I don’t care whoever you decide to fuck, but I’m not going to be on that list.” She spat as his eyes widened before he held his hands up. “Hey are you okay? I was just kidding.” He said chuckling as that pain from last night grew larger. She turned away before immediately grabbing her book bag as she ran out the door. She couldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry over this. He was a free man, but to toy with her emotions like that hurt worse than him admitting he didn’t like her. At least then she could pick up the pieces of her heart without it being as much of a problem. She shook that feeling off as she walked into class.

She quickly went over to her cooking station right beside her other best friend Steve. Now Steve was a good man, well mannered, everything a girl could want in a man. Sadly he was taken, and taken by Tony Stark. Yes, he was gay. The little punk. “Hey.” She smiles softly. “Hey, you okay? You look a little off.” He said quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah, just a tough morning.” She said waving it off. “Bucky?” He asked. “Bucky.” She confirmed. That was the nice thing about having Steve as a friend, he understood what you meant just by saying a few words or nothing at all. “Being an ass?” He asked as she let out a chuckle. “As always.” She said as he chuckles too.

“How about you join Tony and me for lunch after class? It’ll help you get away from Buck for a few hours.” He suggested as she thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She said smiling softly as he smiles back before the teacher cleared her throat. “Let us begin today’s lesson my little chefs!” She exclaims happily as everyone looked to her. (Y/N) had shut her mind off Bucky, off everything that happened for now and focused on what she loved to do the best. Cook. Soon the class was over and she had about two hours free time until her last class for the day. She looked up to see Tony waiting at the door for Steve as she noticed his eyes lit up.

She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how happy Steve was, wishing for herself to be in his shoes with someone. She sighed walking off with them as she notices the eyes staring at Steve with such adoration, such passionate, such bliss. There was that stabbing pain again plaguing within her chest making it harder to breathe as she clenched her fists. She couldn’t let Steve down and say she didn’t want to go anymore, because she really wanted to stay away from Bucky. “(Y/N)?” Tony’s voice knocked her out of her thought as she blushes. “S-Sorry, what?” She asked biting her lip. “I asked you where you wanted to go out and eat for a little bit.” He chuckled.

“Ugh anywhere is fine with me.” She said. “Okay nothing too fancy. I’m almost broke here.” She chuckles. “You still have much to learn.” Tony rolled his eyes as he opened the door for them. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you pay for anything?” Tony asked batting his eyes as she rolls hers. “Yes, because you are taking me out.” She counters getting in the back behind Steve. “That doesn’t mean shit. You aren’t paying.” Tony huffs as Steve looks back nervously. “Tony, stop. If she wants to pay for it you shouldn’t argue with her.” He frowns. “Not paying.” Tony comments as Steve rolls his eyes while Tony gets into the car. “You are hopeless.” (Y/N) resorts as Tony grins. “Thank you.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the school’s parking lot before driving down the road.

(Y/N) enjoyed their company and was dropped off after school. She thanked Tony for the ride before she walked into the apartment while she set down her keys. She frowned noticing that the apartment was very quiet, like too quiet which started to worry her. “James? I’m home.” She called before hearing the shower running and without thinking she opened the door to check on him. Normally he would respond, or something but hearing nothing completely worried her when she froze at the sight she was met with. Bucky was standing there with not a thread of clothing on him as he turned to look at her in shock when she noticed the red mark on his face.

“(Y/N)?” He asked when she immediately went up cupping his face. “What happening to your face?” She asked as his eyes widened even more. “Uh.. The woman I was with liked being a little dominant is all.” He laughs softly. “Oh, Sorry.” She said before she remember that he was still naked before her face lit up as he smirked softly. “I’ll let you alone.” She said immediately running out as she shut the door before going to her room. She screamed into her pillow for a good five minutes before composing herself enough to make dinner for him. She sighed thinking about this morning how harsh she was with her words causing her to bit her lip gently.

She was making chicken stir fry when she heard feet patter into the kitchen as she looked back to see Bucky looking down at the ground. He looked like he was fighting himself when she reached out taking his hand as he jolted before looking at her. “Are you okay?” She asked softly when suddenly he pulled her into a hug as her eyes widened. “Please sleeping with me. We don’t have to do anything. Just please.” He begged against her neck as she froze for a moment. Something told her to say no, but she couldn’t–couldn’t deny Bucky anything even if she wanted to. “Alright James. I’ll sleep with you.” She whispered before almost immediately regretting those words.

“Thank you.” He whispered as she offered him a plate. “Eat. Since you think you can live off Lucky charms.” She huffs as he grins taking the plate. “You could.” He said sitting at the table as she got her own plate. “Yeah for like two weeks you’d either die of a sugar coma, or get tired of eating them.” She laughs before sitting across from him. “You underestimate me.” He said taking a bite of the food as she rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you could go at least two months.” She said as he nods. “That sounds more like it.” He chuckled. “But as long as you are here I don’t have to.” He said as she slowly swallowed some of her chicken she had been eating.

“Right.” She chuckles softly before they ate in silence for a few moments when he decided to change the topic. “You were a little later than usual. What were you up to?” He asked as she shrugged. “Just hanging out with Steve and Tony.” She said smiling. “How are they?” He asked trying to get the conversation going. “They’re okay. Tony is going to give Steve a promise ring soon.” She chuckles softly as he grins. “That’s good. Steve deserves that happiness.” He said as something flashed in his eyes that almost looked like pain. “Yeah, Steve is definitely one in a million.” She laughs it off before she takes their empty plates over to the sink to wash them.

Afterwards (Y/N) got a shower, brushed her teeth and put on her regular night clothes consisting of a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She awkwardly stood at Bucky’s door, knowing she’s entered this room countless times but for once it was a different reason. She wanted so badly to return to her room, questioning why she said yes to him when he asked to sleep with him. In the end it was only going to hurt her even more in the end when Bucky looked over to her from his bed. “I won’t bite you unless you ask me to.” He grins as she rolls her eyes before stepping into the room. It felt warm in there, it felt right. She shook off that feeling before she finally was at the edge of the bed as she looked to him.

“Which side?” She asked as he patted the pillow by the wall as she crawled onto the bed before laying down. She faced the wall feeling her entire body heat up at the thought of being in his bed, it smelled like him too. She forced back a squeak when she felt the bed shift as his body body was almost pressed against her own. She could feel her own pulse racing in her chest as she clenched the sheet beneath her, trying to calm down her labored breathing. Her lower lip was worrying in between her teeth when she felt him snake his arm around her waist as he pulled her flushed against his body finally.

She was trying to ignore the thing poking against her thigh as she snapped her eyes shut to think of anything else but with his warm breath on her neck she couldn’t focus. “J-James?” She asked softly but he didn’t reply at first. “Yes?” He asked quietly as she felt his hand run up her hip towards her side. “W-What are you doing?” She asked trying not to have a tremble in her voice. “Just for tonight.” He pleaded as her eyes widened before she immediately shot off the bed when he looked up to her. “Why?” She asked unable to hold back the tears as the trailed down her face when she clenched her fists angrily, wanting to swing and deck him a good one.

“Why what?” Bucky asked afraid he had finally crossed the line as he looks at her. The only light in the room was his small lamp that made her look even more torn apart that she already felt. “Do you like toying with people’s emotions? Do you want to fuck me that badly? Because I’m the only girl you know that you haven’t fucked?” She demanded as Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat up on the bed. “What? No! No (Y/N). I don’t want that.” He said shaking his head. “Then why ask just for tonight?” She sobbed covering her mouth as he stood up from the bed when she backed away from him. “Because, I… I didn’t think you wanted me after everything.” He said softly.

“Are you frickin’ kidding me?” She asked angrily. “I’ve been trying to drop hints! Why do you think I moved in with you so quickly! I thought you wanted me, but you started dating every other girl than me! I thought I wasn’t good enough.” She covered her face when he pulled her hands away. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. You were too good for me. You are perfect (Y/N)… I didn’t deserve that. I still don’t.” He sighed when he let out a small chuckle. “I actually got hit by the woman I was with… because I said your name instead of hers.” He said as (Y/N) looked to him before pulling him into a kiss when he cupped the back of her head immediately kissing back.

“Do you love me?” She asked. “Of course I do.” He whispered when her hand snaked into his hair as she tugs on it. “Say it.” She demands. “I love you.” He gasped softly. “Who do you love? Say my name.” She growled. “I love you (Y/N).” He grunted as she pulled him into another kiss. “That’s right, and that you’ve said it. You can’t play around anymore.” She said when he smiles sliding his hands onto her waist. “Why would I play around when I have what I want right in front of me?” He asked before he pulled her legs up to wrap around his hips as her nails dug into his shoulder while she held onto him. “How about we continue where we left off?” He asked grinning.

He led her over to his bed as he laid her down when he noticed her slightly nervous vibes causing him to frown. “(Y/N), if you aren’t comfortable doing anything right now we can wait. I’ve waited this long what’s a little longer.” He shrugged as pain etched onto her facial features. “But that’s what I’m scared of. What if I make you wait too long and you don’t love me anymore?” She asked as his eyes softened “Whoa whoa, stop right there. Okay, I know I haven’t been doing the best at the moment, but I’m not lying when I said I love you. You are the first and only girl I’ve been in love with.” He said cupping her face gently when she looked at him.

“I want to do this with you James… I’m nervous because you’re someone I’ve loved for so long… I so afraid I’ll just disappoint you, or something–” She was cut off by his lips pressing against her own. “Let’s stop thinking okay? No more bad thought. Tonight is about you and me.” He whispered as she nods softly to him. “Alright good. If there is anything you don’t want to do please stop me.” He said as his hand slowly slid up her leg towards her shirt when he looked into her eyes silently asking for permission. She nods smiling with a look that tells him that she trusts him with this as he removed the material flicked it away to not be seen until at least morning.

“You know you have to be quiet. Wouldn’t want the neighbor’s to hear.” He winks as she rolls her eyes. “Like any of the girls you brought in here were ever quiet.” She said before her breath caught in her throat when his warm hands slid up to cup her breasts as he smirks. “Well that’s different. I’m the only one who gets to hear your beautiful noises from now on.” He counters as her face flushes. “Jealous much?” She asked giggling before gasping as his tongue slowly licks up the column of her throat causing a tingle sensation to arise. Her fingers carded through his hair before she tugged at the brown locks gently as he let out a growl vibrating against her skin making her shudder.

“Can you blame me?” He asked quirking an eyebrow as he sat up in between her legs. “You are something truly magnificent.” He grins as she forces herself not to cover her face, because the one she loved was over her. Everything she ever dreamed of happening was right in front of her and it was overwhelming to say the least. If this was a dream she never wants to wake up. She pulled him down into a kiss when she flips them around as his eyes widened. She doesn’t say anything as she kisses down his neck downwards while Bucky watches her when his lower lip was caught between his teeth. It wasn’t that (Y/N) was experienced, but it felt like she forgot everything now being here with Bucky. How could he have that effect on her?

Her hands were trembling, but she pulled off his boxers immediately as she drops them off the bed when she looks at him. Her eyes widened for a moment seeing Bucky entire face a dark shade that covered to the tips of his ears. “James?” She asked softly. “God I didn’t know it’d be this embarrassing in front of you.” He mumbled when she started to laugh softly. He looks to her when she sits up before leaning forward as she kisses him gently. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels this way.” She grins as he grins back when they both start to laugh. She returns back to the task at hand when she reaches down as her fingers wrap around his hardening cock.

He immediately jerks up letting out a strained grunt as she looks at him before leaning down when she presses a kiss to the tip of his flushed cock. Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as he let out a light pant feeling this coil start to form in his stomach. She took him into her mouth as she wraps her fingers around the base as she starts to suck while looking up at him. She bobs her head taking in as much of him as she can considering he was a little thicker than average. “Jesus Doll.” He whispered causing her to moan around his girth. He told her before that he was only going to call that to the woman he was in love with. Her heart swelled in happiness as she swallowed down more of him trying her hardest to take him to the root.

She pulled away panting harshly as her jaw started to ache while a string of saliva connected them before she immediately set back a faster pace. She snapped her eyes shut swallowing down quickly before her gag reflex would kick in as Bucky threw his head back. Letting out a ragged moan as his fingers dug into the base of her scalp causing her to moan at the pained pleasure. “S-Shit.” He stuttered feeling like she was trying to suck his brain out through his dick. He pulled her away as he tried to catch his breath when she looked at him thinking she had done something wrong. “Remind me to let you continue that another time.” He replied as her face grew hot, but she was still smiling. He pulled her into a kiss tasting the precome that assaulted her tongue as he groaned.

He pulled her to where her head laid at the foot of the bed before he turned opening his night stand to retrieve the bottle of lube and a condom. He dropped the condom onto the bed before he slowly removed her shorts noticing she had nothing on under them. He looked at her as she flips him off before he starts to laugh leaning down to kiss her. “Hey easier for me.” He mumbled before he popped open the cap. He drizzled some into his hand as he rubbed it together to make it warm before he trailed his other hand down towards her soaked folds. “You’re so wet.” He smirks running his index finger down her slit causing her to jolt upwards when he just grazed her clit. “F-Fuckin’ tease.” She whimpered out as her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her.

“Only for you.” He chuckles before she gasped softly feeling his index finger that was covered in lube gently circle around her opening. “P-Please.” She whispered, feeling like a fool because she hated begging but right now she wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her. “So impatient.” He comments slipping the tip inside as she pants. “I’ve been patient long enough you ass.” She snipped back as he smirks. “Feisty.” He resorts before slowly pushing his finger all the way inside as he starts to massage her velvety walls making her softly moan. Bucky felt something prickly his skin at the sound that escaped her parted lips as he started to move the finger faster.

“J-James, Another.” She said as she tilted her head back to expose her throat when he leaned down sucking a bruise onto her skin, marking her, claiming her as his and his alone. He slides in another finger as he slowly scissors them apart as her hips buck up to gain more friction. He pins her with his free hand as he curls his fingers when she gasps before moaning loudly. “Found it.” He proclaimed as if he struck gold when he curled his fingers up again before massage it with just enough pressure to make her cry out. Her hands immediately came up and dug for purchase in his shoulders as her entire body started to tremble.

She gasps as he adds a third finger when he starts to move faster causing her to moan before she tries to cover her mouth. He immediately moves his hands from her hips as he pins both of her hands in his own with a small growl. “I want to hear them.” He whispered as his lips ghosted over her own causing her to shiver. “I need you.” She said. “Right now, inside me.” She panted as he groaned before slowly removing his fingers making her whine from the loss of contact. He sat up as he grabbed the forgotten condom when she took it from him before she opened it. She slowly sat up with him as she rolled it down onto him causing to him at the feeling of her hand on him again.

He covers himself with lube thoroughly because no matter how desperately he wants her, he could never hurt her. He laid her back down before grabbing a pillow to place under her hips to make her comfortable when he wiped his hand on the sheets. He slowly intertwined her hand with his left as he position himself with his right when he looked up at her. “You ready?” He asked as she smiles before squeezing his hand. “I’m ready.” She said as he slowly started to push in when her nails dug into the skin of his hand. He was a lot bigger than she ever had, feeling like she was splitting open, but in a good way. “You okay?” He asked panting slightly as his hips were flushed against her own.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” She said softly as he nods. He gritted his teeth, because he never knew that sex could be this intense and he hasn’t even moved yet. “You can move.” She said when he wrapped her arms around his neck. “You better hold on tight.” He said grinning as she rolled her eyes when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Show me what you got Barnes.” She smirked as he chuckled slowly pulling out causing them both to shudder before he thrusted back into hard. She moaned as he started a slow but hard pace causing the bed to start creaking while she held onto him, trying to bury her face into his neck to quiet her moans.

Bucky panted into her ear as he held her hips while he thrusted faster. Her moans were vibrating against his heated skin causing him to shudder at the feeling. He kissed her passionately as he gasped feeling her nails trail down his back creating red streaks across his skin. Her body was on fire, feeling like she was going to burst as tears of pleasure form in her waterlines. “J-James!” She gasps before moaning loudly as he starts to kiss down to her breasts when he licks her nipple. He kissed back up to her neck creating purple markings in his wake to make sure others knew that she belong to someone. “I-I’m so fucking close.” She moans.

Suddenly his fingers were digging into her hair as her jerks her head back making her moan out. “Who do you belong to?” He demanded in a hoarse voice. “Y-You!” She cried. “Beg me to let you come.” He growled tugging on her hair as she gasped. “Please James! I need to come!” She gritted out feeling that burning sensation in her stomach building up. She knew she was close, she could practically taste it. She just needed that little push over the edge which she got the moment his started to rub fast tight circles around her clit. Her eyes snapped shut only seeing white as her orgasm flooded through her body causing her body to jerk upwards.

Watching her fall apart under him was something he only dreamed of and having her in front of him now with us a blissed out expression was even more breathtaking. He groaned feeling her muscles tighten around him as he thrusted a few more times before he gasped releasing into the condom. He slowly fell against her panting harshly as sweat dripped down his face before he slowly pulled out when he pulled the condom off. He sat up before he threw it away as he turned back to her, watching the rising and falling of her chest. “I’ll be back.” He said getting up before he walked into the bathroom as she laid there for a moment just basking in the aftermath.

He returned as he wiped the sweat off of her body before he put back on her short and one of his shirt considering he had accidently ripped her when he took it off her body. He pulled on his boxers before holding her in his arms with his legs wrapped loosely around his body and arms around his neck as he supported her with a hand under her ass. He changed the sheets before laying her down onto his bed as he laid down beside her, pulling her against him. He sighed softly feeling better than he had in a very long time as he kissed her forehead before pulling the covers over both of them when they both slowly fell asleep for the night.

The morning sun was pouring into the room of the sleeping couple when there was the sound of laughter in the room. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open as she looked at Bucky who was still fast asleep causing her to frown. She looked up to the open bedroom door to see Steve and Tony standing there looking at them. “Steve! Tony!” She exclaimed as Bucky immediately sat up, ready to fight whoever. “What are you two doing here?” Bucky asked scrubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well we came to pick up (Y/N) to see if she wanted to hang out with us, and she wasn’t in her room. We checked everywhere before arrive here.” Tony explained grinning.

“And the surprise we got was the most interesting.” Steve chuckles as (Y/N) blushes. “Congrats you two.” Tony said dragging Steve out of the room as Bucky glances to her. “I’m going to just kill both of them.” She chuckles running a hand down her face to wake herself up as he chuckles. “You won’t (L/N) you’re all talk.” He said as flips him off before standing up when he pulled her back down onto his lap. She gasps looking to him as he lays his face in between her shoulder blades while his arms slowly wrap around her waist holding her there. “So.. (Y/N)?” He asked finally looking at her with a chuckle. “How about I make you some breakfast today?” He offers as she smiles feeling an ache settle in her hips, but it was a good kind of ache. “Sounds good to me.” She chuckles cupping his face before kissing him passionately.

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the one (soulmate!au)

Requested: For soulmate au shawn idea how about when soulmate so get side affects when coming close to find their soulmate for the first time and Shawn or y/n get a very painful one

Hi hi!! Excuse me for taking suuuper long to write this but i finally have some inspo but i’m writing this note before i start writing the au and i already know its probably gonna suck so sorry in advance :)

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It was a cold winter morning in Canada, freezing actually, but you were less than surprised since most of the time it was cold and snowy. Currently you were sitting on the couch that looked over the city of Toronto  in your small apartment, curled up in front of the Tv and fireplace while you tried to read a book. Though, it was hard to get through a single page with the sound of Spongebob Squarepants playing in the background and your daughter’s quiet humming as she played with her dolls. You were lucky you even had this small time to relax since the young girl kept you busy most of the time.

You sighed as you put a bookmark in your book and set it on the coffee table knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to read it with all the noise in the background. Instead, you turned your attention to the little girl playing on the carpet. Her blonde hair was messy since it was only morning and you hadn’t had the time to get her ready for the day yet, and you could see a small hole in the back of her favourite pyjama dress. You knew she would be devastated when she found out because that was her favourite piece of clothing she had and you definitely couldn’t afford to buy her a new one, hell, you could barely afford to put food on the table every night.

When you found out you were pregnant at 17, everything became harder. The father of the baby left you because he wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility which left you devastated since you really thought he was the one, you thought he would be the one you spent the rest of your life with. On top of that, your parents kicked you out but since then you’ve made up with them and they absolutely adore their granddaughter, and finding a stable job hasn’t been the easiest, especially since you had no college degree. Luckily you found yourself a stable job working as a waitress but the pay was barely enough. All you wanted was to give your daughter a good life but it seems as if you’re doing the opposite right now.

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Klangst Week: March 31st (AU/Free Day)

You know that meme? The 15 minutes late with a Starbucks? 

Yeah that’s me, only it should be 84 years late with a frape.

Either way, here’s my final piece for the @klangst-week! It was so much fun doing this, even if I didn’t participate from the start! Big thanks to the awesome people that made this a thing <3 


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Getting to know someone takes time, effort.

Getting to know Lance McClain takes a whole more than that.

That’s not to say that Lance is a broody mysterious character straight out of an otome game.

No, Keith thought, quite the contrary. Lance was the most sociable person he’d met, always greeting everyone with a grin and bright eyes. Besides, it was Lance that initiated this..thing between them in the first place.

It started on a lazy summer day of their first year in university, Lance flopping down besides Keith on the grass, beckoning him about the book he was reading.

Halfway through that year, Lance slipped his way into Keith’s everyday life, fitting himself into Keith’s routine.

By the end of the first year, Keith realised Lance found himself in his morning thoughts and his fitful rest’s dreams, a feeling meddling at the pit of his chest that he’d yet to acknowledge.

He’d start to notice little things about him, things that urged him closer to figuring out the unsolved puzzle that was Lance McClain.

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Reconsider. (ii)

or… y/n rethinks her decision about leaving harry

category: mild angst & fluff 

part i. part ii.

two months later…

She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?

Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.

When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.

“What are y’- Babe, no.”

She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”

“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”

He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”

“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.

“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”

She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“

“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.

“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”

He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.

Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.

He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.

When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (22)

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Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 22 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,😊 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,213

😊 -Kind of fluffy


Your heart was beating against your ribcage, it felt as though it was about to burst through your chest. Surely you were dreaming, this was all a dream, it could not be real. Minseok was still holding you against his chest and the familiar warmth and smell filled your senses, as if on impulse you wrapped your arms around him, this time you really didn’t want to let go, you were scared that if you did he would vanish into thin air, he would cease to exist, so you held on for a bit longer, keeping your ear flat against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beat. He was actually alive.

“Minseok I –But I-I don’t understand. I saw you…I saw you burn in that van.”

“No you didn’t. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” He mumbled, the vibration of his voice buzzing around your body.

“But I did, I saw it go up in flames and –I can’t this is too much, I don’t know anymore.” You were beginning to cry again, as if you hadn’t cried enough in the past month, pushing yourself out of Minseok’s hold you picked up your crutches from the side and started making your way towards the exit of the Church.

“Y/N wait.” He caught up with and bent down in front of you. “Come on jump up.” You blinked momentarily, not only was he alive but he was still being nice to you. “Come on.”
 You gave him your crutches and struggled to climb on his back.

“Wow, I can’t believe this; I’m being given a piggyback ride by a spirit.” You had to pinch yourself to make sure this was real, you were still crying but not as loudly now, it was mostly just sniffing.
Minseok walked out of the church, turning right down the road. “Where are you going, the house is that way?” You asked, pointing in the opposite direction.

“I know, but we’re not going home. Not to that one anyway.” You carried on down different roads in silence, it was completely dark now and the moon was full, it looked so beautiful and close to you , almost as though you could reach it.

“We’re here.” Minseok lowered you onto the ground. You were at a small Tudor house, there were multiple plant pots lined up outside, but all of the plants were dead. Bending down, Minseok moved one of them aside and reached for a single silver key underneath.

“Minseok, what are you doing? We can’t break into someone else’s house, I don’t want to be involved.”

“Relax.” He said unlocking the door and pulling you in, “It’s my house.” He picked you up, walking through the house swiftly, hardly giving you a chance to see anything and opened up the garden door. The grass was slightly overgrown, but the garden itself was spacious. He lay you down on the grass, laying beside you, both of you staring up at the sky. It was beautiful, there were so many stars out alongside the moon and the beauty of it almost took your breath away, you had never seen so many stars in the sky at one time.

“This is your parent’s house right? Why are we here?”

“Yes it is. And because I didn’t want to go home, I don’t want to deal with the boys yet I know they’ll be happy to see me, but I’m not sure I can deal with all of that emotion yet. Also I wanted to talk…just you and me.” He paused for a moment, and you could hear his steady breathing.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to admit to you. Don’t worry this isn’t a wedding proposal or anything so you can breathe. But since I let my walls down to you that day, I feel so much calmer and happier, I guess I feel like someone kind of understands me in a way, it makes me compelled to being around you more, I wanted to show you the house because…I don’t know, I guess…I don’t know. Gosh I sound so stupid right now. I hate you for turning me into this soft guy, I feel like the me before my parents died, the vulnerable me and I hate it. But deep down I feel like I needed it, I think…so thanks.” He cleared his throat and you knew it was because he was embarrassed if it had been broad daylight you would’ve seen his face turn a bright red.

“You wanted to show me this place? Wow I feel honoured Minseok. Thanks.” You breathed; you let the silence take over for a while, looking up at the night sky before you broke it again.
“How are you still alive Minseok?”

He laughed softly. “I was in the other van Y/N. I guess I was just lucky. When I woke up, I kind of just tried to piece together what happened, so I jumped in the front and hotwired the van. Stopping at a petrol station, I bought a box of matches, drove to some place I didn’t even know existed not too far away and set the van on fire, I was literally going to come and tend to the gravestones when I saw you guys burying ‘me’ so I didn’t want to interrupt.” He burst out laughing now making you laugh too, just imagining the look on his face when he realised what was going on.

You went quiet again looking up at the sky.

“What are you thinking about?” Minseok whispered to you.

“Hmm? Oh. I was just thinking it’s weird you really used to hate me at first, like really ‘want to slit my throat and kill me’ kind of hate me, now I’m literally just having a conversation with you like none of this ever happened.” You turned your head to look at him

“Yeah I guess so. Sorry. I’ll never apologise again so take it or leave it.” He turned to look at you, pulling a face.

“Why did you even hate me, really I was innocent in all of this, no?”

Minseok stared at you for a while, blinking for a second. “You reminded me of someone. A girl. We were dating a few months, I was still young. I thought I was in love at the time, when I look back now I realise that I wasn’t.” He laughed at himself mockingly. “The point is I was infatuated with her at time, when my parents died, she just…left me. When I needed support the most, the worst part was she left me for my best friend. I was livid, she was such a fucking traitor, I suffered four loses at the same time. My mum, my dad her and my best friend. You’re close with Chanyeol the way we were close once and it made me feel sick, I just assumed you were a traitor too, I assumed you’d get us into deep shit.You reminded me of everything I’d ever lost in life. And I guess theoretically you have got us into trouble, but it was never intentional.”

You nodded at him, now you understood why. You felt bad for Minseok, he had kept so much bottled up inside and never shared it with anyone, it made your heart bleed. He had been carrying such heavy burdens on his shoulder, for such a long time.
“So do you want me to take you back to the guys now? I’m going to come back after though, I won’t stay I don’t want to see them just yet, I feel as though I need to prepare myself for the overwhelming amount of emotion?” He asked, standing up from his spot on the floor

“No, actually…I’d prefer to stay…I mean can I?” You asked, embarrassed that you’d even said it you sat upright waiting for him to say no.

“Oh. Yeah sure. But the rooms are bound to be dusty…” You blinked, you really didn’t expect him to let you stay, you were almost excited it was as though you were having a sleepover. He picked you up carrying you over his shoulder and walking upstairs. He opened the door, switching on a dull lamp in the corner revealing a blue room, plane and ship figures lined up on the shelves and a desk covered in astrology books. He placed you on the bed and sat beside you.

“This was your room?” You looked around, it was dusty it hadn’t been used for years though, so what could you expect? He nodded.

You looked towards him and smiled, it was nice getting to know him on deeper level. He stared at you for a while opening his mouth and closing it again.

“Oh goodness…Minseok no…not again.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I thought the first time was just mistake, it shouldn’t be happening twice right?” You were both referring to the fact that you were currently experiencing another ‘moment’.
“Maybe it’s not a mistake Y/N…”

“Don’t be stupid, of course it is.” You tried forcing your face away from him, but he pulled you closer into him across the bed and planted his lips on top of yours. It was happening again, you and Minseok were kissing again and it felt undeniably good, you felt the same warmth and electricity running through your body. You slipped your hands behind his head, locking your fingers into his hair whilst his hands snaked around your waist. The kiss was intense and you couldn’t get enough of him, you really didn’t want it to stop, you were confused as to why you were feeling this way but you didn’t want Minseok to break away. Your lips were still moving against each other and the kiss was more fervent than the last. To your dismay he pulled away, leaving only the sensation of his lips behind.

“Y/N, we can’t keep doing this. It’s not right.” He frowned down at his hands that he had just withdrawn from your waist. You nodded, biting your lip nervously.
“Look you should get some sleep I’ll –” Just then your bag began to vibrate, staring down confused you opened it up. It was the burner that Junmyeon had given you. You picked it up.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice barely a whisper.

“Y/N, where the heck are you, you’ve been gone for ages. Chanyeol’s going crazy at home. I’m at the church now and you’re not there. We’ve all had the worst day ever, why are you doing this?!” It was Kyungsoo and he sounded livid. You had completely forgotten about needing to get home.

“Oh. I…sorry, I just kept walking and then I kind of got lost.” You lied, looking over at Minseok and pulling a face. “But I’m nearly home now so you can go back, I’m sorry for this, see you later.” You cut off quickly before he had a chance to reply.

“I should get you back home.” Minseok said carrying you off the bed and walking you down the stairs.


You slipped into the house quietly and tiptoed into your room. Today was such a blur and headache it was definitely time for some sleep. You slipped out of your dress and shoes and into some comfortable pyjamas. Just then you heard a tapping on your window. You were confused your window was so high up, it wasn’t on the ground floor. Opening the curtains you saw Minseok standing below pelting stones upwards, You opened the window up.

“What?” you whispered as loudly as you could.

“Leave it open, I’m coming up.” He began climbing up a black pole, on the side of your wall and in seconds he was in your room. “I’m sleeping on the floor okay.” You blinked in confusion, you weren’t even granted the chance to decline, so you kind of just went along with it.
Just then your bedroom door opened, causing you to jump up in shock. To see Kyungsoo standing at the door, his eyes went wide.

“Hey, I could’ve been naked, you have to knock!” You screamed.

“MINSEOK?!” Kyungsoo’s face went blank. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”


 You were all sat in the board apart from Jongin and Kris at this. Everyone was crying, after Minseok had explained what exactly had happened but this time it was tears of happiness, Sehun couldn’t tear himself away from Minseok. You had never in all your time here seen any of the boys so happy.

“You know we  have to dig that body back up right? There’s a random guy buried with my mum right now.” He cringed, making you all laugh a little bit.

“I should get Jongin and Kris.” You opted, grabbing your crutches and standing up from your seat. You walked slowly towards Jongin’s room, as you were about to turn the corner you heard Jongin and Kris talking, you paused momentarily.

“…We have to kill him though Kris. You know if we don’t then dad will fucking take over everything, so many people will die.”

“I know, but it’s not easy to take out Jay Lee Jongin, he’s got tight security around him and stop calling him dad he’s not worth that much credit.”

“Dad, Red, Jay Lee, whatever. He’s fucking shit anyway and –what was that noise”

You tried to back away from the corner, but you moved too fast causing one of your crutches to slip from your hand and you to fall down with it, both of the tall men turned the corner, looming above you.


“What the fuck?” You cried. “You two are related. Red is your fucking father?!

Softly, My Love

Or; a relationship told through its softest moments; from firsts to lasts and everything in between.

For Enjoltaire week 2017, day #3: soft.


Their first date is what can only be described as soft. 

They meet for dinner inside of a small Thai cafe, and Grantaire’s heart does somersaults all the way through his meal. Enjolras keeps smiling at him, warmly, tentatively, and Grantaire feels himself blushing every time. 

They hold hands on the walk home; what started off as Enjolras’ fingertips lightly grazing Grantaire’s wrist gradually evolved until their hands were linked, fingers intertwined. Enjolras swings their hands lightly as they walk in tandem and Grantaire thinks his jaw is going to break from all the smiling he’s been doing. 

There’s no kissing before Enjolras walks up  the steps to his apartment and waves a small goodbye to Grantaire; instead they hug loosely for a few moments, promising to have dinner again sometime. Enjolras breaks contact with a smile and Grantaire lets himself wonder how he ever got so lucky as to have that smile bestowed upon him.


It’s snowing, the first time they kiss. 

Grantaire remembers it vividly, because Enjolras was wearing that scarf that he got last Christmas- the red, white, and blue one that Courfeyrac bought him as a joke, yet Enjolras treasures with every fibre of his being. 

He’s also wearing mittens, like, honest to God, actual red fluffy mittens that tickle the sides of Grantaire’s face when Enjolras cups it between his palms. 

“I’d really like to kiss you.” Enjolras says, tracing the outline of Grantaire’s lips with one mitten-clad thumb. “Your lips look very kissable right now.”

“It’s probably the cold.” Grantaire says, stupidly, because Enjolras just asked to kiss him and sure, they’ve gone on a few dates at this point, but still.

Enjolras smiles, his eyes creasing around the edges. “Probably.” he agrees, moving one hand down to Grantaire’s neck. “Can I?”

Grantaire can’t find the words to express just how much Enjolras can, so instead he nods, feeling the ghost of Enjolras’ lips upon his almost as soon as he moves his head. 

Enjolras’ lips are soft, which is unsurprising. His kisses are short, fleeting things, a warm mouth pressing against Grantaire’s for the barest of seconds before pulling away again. Grantaire brings his own hand up to Enjolras’ face, coaxes his lips into staying a little longer, makes the kisses slower, more languid. 

It’s almost perfect, and Enjolras smiles when their lips part, eyes still closed, as if he’s taking time to immortalise the memory behind his eyelids. 

Grantaire’s never felt happier.


Perhaps Grantaire’s favourite fact that he’s learnt about Enjolras is the way he kisses. Or, more specifically, the way he reacts to being kissed. 

Lying side by side after a busy evening of studying together and watching cat videos on YouTube, Grantaire leans over to press a single kiss to Enjolras’ temple, letting his lips linger against Enjolras’ skin a moment longer than necessary. 

As expected, Enjolras’ eyelids flutter closed. Grantaire smiles warmly. They re-open as Grantaire pulls away, tracing his movement through dark lashes. 

“You’re cute, you know that?” Grantaire asks quietly.

Enjolras scrunches up his nose, which, as Grantaire said, cute.

“You’re doing nothing to disprove my point there, Enj.”

Enjolras simply gives him an affectionate roll of the eyes before leaning in closer to Grantaire’s side. “You’re cuter.” he mumbles into the fabric of Grantaire’s sweatshirt. 

Grantaire kisses his forehead again.


Sometimes love is a big thing; a grand gesture or large announcement, the penultimate confession scene in a movie or dramatic chase for the protagonist to follow their heart.

Othertimes, it’s a smaller entity; late night conversations or shared feelings, the soft touches of natural intimacy or the simple comfort of another tangible being. 

The first time Enjolras tells Grantaire that he loves him, they’re on the couch in Grantaire’s apartment, watching the best of the best cheesy rom-com films Netflix has to offer. 

The credits are rolling, but instead of getting up, Enjolras and Grantaire stay cocooned on the couch, too content to move. 

Grantaire is debating whether it would be a good idea to turn the autoplay on, when Enjolras laces their fingers together. 

“Hey,” he says quietly. “I love you.”

Grantaire’s heart does a funny dive within his chest and he smiles before he’s even processed the full meaning of Enjolras’ words. Enjolras is staring at him intently, as if he’s trying to convey the extent of his love through his eyes alone. It’s almost enough to make Grantaire teary-eyed.

“I love you too.” Grantaire says back, even quieter, delighting in the way Enjolras seems to practically glow with the newfound knowledge. 

He smiles, and Enjolras smiles back, like they’ve just shared some sort of secret. 


“Soft.” Grantaire mumbles, running his fingers through Enjolras’ hair gently. Enjolras makes a small sound and buries himself further into the duvet. He’s never been a morning person and Grantaire chuckles to himself at all the memories he has of trying to coax a sleepy Enjolras into wakefulness with coffee and kisses.

“C’mon, sleepyhead, time to wake up. Bright and early.” Grantaire says, despite the fact that it’s eight ‘o clock on a Sunday.

“You wake up.” retorts Enjolras- not his best work, but Grantaire supposes he can be forgiven on account of how his brain still has a little longer to go before it’s functioning properly.

“I am awake, love.”

Enjolras grumbles, but maneuvers himself so that he’s half-laying across Grantaire’s chest, giving Grantaire better access to his curls. Enjolras sighs as Grantaire strokes his hair out of his face, one hand curled up against his hip and the other splayed out against Grantaire’s shoulder. Grantaire smiles as he brings Enjolras’ hand to his mouth to lay a kiss against his knuckles. “Coffee?” Grantaire asks quietly.

“God, yes. Please.” 

Grantaire hums. “Alright. Be right back.” 

Enjolras’ hand wraps around Grantaire’s wrist as he makes a sound of protest. “Stay.” he semi-whines. 

Grantaire laughs. “Enj, if you want the coffee I have to go and fetch it.”

“Stay,” Enjolras repeats, tugging Grantaire back down to lay with him. “I’d rather have you. Coffee later, cuddling now.”

Grantaire is only too happy to oblige.


Grantaire is systematically working the tension out of his boyfriend’s shoulders and upper back, cherishing the little contented hums Enjolras makes whenever he rubs a particular spot. 

“You’re always so tense.” Grantaire mutters, leaning down to press kisses against Enjolras’ shoulders.

“Mmmm, I wonder why.” mumbles back Enjolras, though the corners of his mouth are turned up ever so slightly.

They both know why; it’s a combination of stress, wearing a binder for eight hours a day, and the weight of a messenger bag that somehow always ends up heavier than it started off. (Grantaire has tried to convince Enjolras to stop making so many trips to the library to no avail; Enjolras devours books almost as quickly as Combeferre- which is saying something, given the man’s infamous reputation for reading the entirety of War and Peace in two nights.)

Grantaire’s glad he can be of help- even if it is only in this small way. It’s easily intimate, being with Enjolras like this, and Grantaire’s beyond grateful that it’s normal for them to share moments like this together- a few years ago he wouldn’t have believed it to be possible. 

Enjolras hums as Grantaire rubs his shoulders, and then Grantaire’s hands are being gently swatted away as Enjolras moves to sit up, a contented smile sitting on his face. “Thank you.” he says, trailing light fingers down Grantaire’s jawline before moving to bring their mouths together. The kiss is slow and languid and Grantaire smiles onto Enjolras’ lips, feeling Enjolras do the same. 

“Mmmmmm,” Enjolras murmurs as they break apart, “Your turn now, c’mon, roll over.”

“Enj, you don’t have to-”

“Oh, hush you; you know I do, now roll over.”

“Bossy.” Grantaire chides, yet obliging all the same. It’s practically routine by now, anyway- no matter how much he protests, Enjolras will always insist on returning the favour, probably in the interests of equality or something similar. (It’s not like Grantaire’s complaining; Enjolras gives quite satisfactory backrubs.)

“Enj?” 

“Mhmm?”

“I love you.”

Grantaire doesn’t need to turn around to know that Enjolras is smiling when he replies, “I love you too.”


They get married on a Wednesday. Everything is hectic and everybody is stressing out and Grantaire almost works himself into a panic attack which he hasn’t done since he was eighteen, thank you very much.

Despite this, the ceremony is wonderful. There’s laughter and smiles and Grantaire feels so spectacularly happy he could shout it from the top of the Eiffel Tower and still the grin would not be swept off his face.

Now it’s late, and Enjolras stands in the doorway to their room, shirt untucked and tie hanging haphazardly around his neck. Grantaire doesn’t think he’s ever looked more beautiful.

“Come here, you.” he says, patting the side of the bed next to him. Enjolras huffs and rolls his eyes, although he’s clearly just as giddy as Grantaire.

“Yes, husband.” Enjolras replies dutifully, grinning as he walks over. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Enjolras immediately pulls Grantaire in for a kiss. It’s soft and delicate and so, so lovely that Grantaire has to break away for smiling too much.

“Husband.” Grantaire says, fitting his mouth around the word. “I’m going to enjoy getting used to that.”

Enjolras beams at him.

#38

So this is probably a weird prompt but could you do it where Hermione ran away from her parents before 6th year and goes to stay with the twins and falls for Fred or something…? I absolutely adore your stories, I haven’t read such good Fremione in a while…
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This might not be what you were thinking buuuuuut…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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It was a green tea type of day.

Fred and George had gone to work, the flat was empty, and a breeze was blowing in through the open window. Normally, a buzz of conversation and street noise would have made its way in with the breeze, voices talking about which books they needed, how much the apothecary was asking this term, which cauldron the fourth years needed, whether an ashwinder could be snuck into the school. She would have heard younger siblings complaining loudly that they weren’t leaving for Hogwarts yet or older students complaining about rules. In a typical summer, there would have been couples sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s slurping ice creams and staring gooily into one another’s eyes, talking about how nothing would drag them apart, not even being on different schedules in different houses in different years.

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