let's pretend they slept already since it was at that point

ダイアローグドラマ ~ベルトルト・フーバー & ライナー・ブラウン side~
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ダイアローグドラマ ~ベルトルト・フーバー & ライナー・ブラウン side~

CHARACTER DRAMA TRACK from “ALTERNATIVE DRIVE” CD

Armin
: After being attacked by a group of titans that suddenly appeared within Wall Rose, the cadets of 104th Survey Corps (including Reiner Braun and Bertolt Hoover) have met up with the Eren Yeager’s troop. While resting on top of the wall, Reiner and Bertolt confessed that they were titan-shifters. Using the outstanding power of the Armored and Colossal titans, Reiner and Bertolt captured Eren and Ymir and fled for the forest of giant trees within Wall Maria, where they were planning to recover and wait until night falls to avoid facing the titans scattered around the area.

Reiner: *heavy breathing*  We’ve finally made it to here… Bertolt, how is Eren?
Bertolt: Just like Ymir, he’s still unconscious.
R: I see. It’s no wonder - both of his arms were gone when I ripped him out of his titan’s nape. I doubt he’ll be able to go on a rampage when he wakes up. It was so much harder to deal with him than I had imagined though.
B: Yeah.
R: I didn’t expect him to use those fighting techniques. I used to hold back on him during the hand-to hand combat training.  
B: Maybe he used some of Annie’s techniques? They often trained together.
R: Whatever the case, we only captured Eren thanks to you. I wouldn’t have made it without you.
B: It was only because you, Reiner, lured him to the perfect spot and gave me a signal. I had nothing to do with that.
R: No, you have the strongest abilities of all. You don’t need to wait for my instructions all the time. You should act on your own, at least a little!
B: Right…
R: Ok… I think we should put on the vertical maneuvering equipment we took. It’s swarming with titans down there.
B: If that crowd attacks us, even with our titan powers we won’t be able to reach the wall, especially if we have to carry Eren and Ymir with us.
R: It means we’ll have to wait until night falls. We don’t have any food or water, and we haven’t slept since yesterday – we’ve been fighting without any shut-eye. But we won’t let them devour us!
B: Yeah…
R: It’s just a little bit more… We’ll survive and return home, no matter what it takes.
B: Yes, we’ll return! We’ve at least made it this far.
R: So traitors, huh? …
B: It can’t be helped! We aren’t soldiers, we’re warriors! That’s who we always were!
R: I know that, but… what will Connie, Jean and the rest say when they find out?
B: Reiner… you’ve spent too much time living together with those guys! I mean, of course you’d feel this way, we’ve spent 3 long years there, after all!
R: Yeah… I guess you’re right… we’ve been through harsh training together, we’ve had conversations about everything, we even promised to all go out drinking together if we all managed to get out of it alive…
B: Yes.
R: Oh man, Bertolt, the way they predicted the weather based on the unbelievable poses you made while sleeping! I still remember the “garrison officer is searching for the toilet” one! What a masterpiece! I’ve never laughed that hard in my entire life!
B: When I woke up, I couldn’t tell why everyone was on the floor laughing… *chuckles*
R: So many memories…
B: Yeah… But… it’s all in the past now.
R: True… You’re right… It’s all in the past… It’s all over–No. We have to end this with our own hands.
B: Yes!
R: Hey, Bertolt… do you regret it?
B: You just said it yourself – we have to fulfill our duty, even if we don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. We have to stay true as warriors and follow through on the decisions we’ve made until the bitter end.
R: Yeah.
B: Our fate was decided 5 years ago when we breached the wall and took all those lives… no, even before that – when we were sent on this mission.
R: You’re right. Somebody had to do it.
B: Of course, nobody does this because they want to.
R: Bertolt…
B: When I was pretending to be a soldier, I could escape from what I’d done for just a little while… I really could think of them all as my friends. You feel the same, don’t you, Reiner?: Yeah…
R: Yeah…
B: Not all of our words were lies… I know it may sound like a silly excuse. But it’s not surprising that they’ve labeled us traitors now. We’re not the people they used to know!
R: You’re right… There’s no point in dwelling upon what’s already happened. We can’t and won’t turn back now.
B: Yeah. That’s why we have to fulfill our mission as warriors and return home!
R: Yes, we’ll do it, no matter what it takes!

Armin: In a few hours, Ymir regained consciousness, and then Eren followed suit, as well.

Reiner: Oh, Eren. Are you awake?

Castle Cupid

(Also posted on AO3)

“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.

Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.

Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”

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Best Friends (Jungkook one shot smut)

Originally posted by grape-joon

A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx

Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him. 

Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking

You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.

You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.

It was your best friend.

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Chapter 6

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Mystic Messenger High School AU

Word Count: 1,312

~Yep, that’s right. Another chapter. I told you I’d write more! Hm? Didn’t believe me? Well…I guess I don’t blame you. It’s been forever, after all. Haha. Anyway, I hope that you guys enjoy. I think from here on out I can go one of two ways. I can keep the ending how I originally planned…OR I can kinda experiment a bit….with something I’ve been testing recently. I haven’t quite decided yet. Regardless, stay tuned! I really hope you guys like this chapter^^ 


Your hands grasped the fabric of the hoodie as you smiled. Saeyoung took the seat in front of you, the moonlight reflecting off of his glasses.

“It’s a beautiful night,” you finally spoke up in an effort to break the silence.

“Ya,” he smiled momentarily before turning back to the sky, “these are some of my favorite nights. You can really see the stars.”

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that had you feeling so bold, or the feeling of happiness flowing through you? You couldn’t remember the last time you had a night as fun as this. Being away from home, surrounded by people who all seemed to be having a good time, really filled you with a strange sense of warmth and comfort. And of course…being around people you had started to feel close to. People like Saeran…and Saeyoung…

“Do you like Astronomy?” you took another sip of your wine, not wanting to slow down despite that dizzy feeling.

“Mmhm,” he nodded, “always have. When we were younger…well, Saeran and I could never afford telescopes. So, we would use the rolls from paper towels and pretend that it helped us see closer. We’d look out of our bedroom window and try to identify the constellations.”

He seemed to look away with this sudden admission, was he blushing? It was hard to imagine him and Saeran as small children, peering out of their windows in hopes of a glimpse of something greater.

“So, you know a lot of constellations, then?” you asked.

“Of course,” he chuckled lightly.

He urged you to the side of the yacht, his hand lightly pressing at your back to guide you. For some reason your heart was racing at his touch. This was different than working with him at the ice cream shop. His long arm pointed up to a series of stars above you.

“See that? It’s Ursa Major,” he says proudly.

You’re extremely aware of how close he has gotten to you. For the rest of the night, despite the noise and uproar of the party behind you, you spend the majority of the evening quietly looking at the sky between Saeyoung’s refills of your glass. You just listen to him talk as he points out various things. It’s pretty obvious that he likes to show off his knowledge and this makes your smile beam for him. It reminded you of Saeran when he talked about art. They were both passionate in their own way. What a pair they made…Before you knew it, you were starting to teeter backwards on your heels.  

“Woah, there!” Saeyoung grabbed you to hold you steady, “maybe we should sit down?”

“I’m sorry, I guess I’ve had a little more than I anticipated,” you say as he helps you into your seat again, “hey! I wanted to ask you though…”

“Hm? What about?”

It felt like the right time of the night to bring it up. You clumsily set your glass down and looked at him as you spoke.

“Is Yoosung always so careless like that?” you asked.

“Says the girl who almost just fell on her ass, drunk,” he let out a deep laugh.

“I’m serious!” you tried to be mad but ended up laughing along with him, he was right…after all.

“For real, though…” he got more serious, “he’s been a little more reckless lately.”

You leaned in a bit…eager to hear more out of concern. Saeyoung let out a sigh, pushing up his glasses onto the bridge of his nose as he thought about what to say next.

“He was really close to his cousin and…she passed away not too long ago,” he continues, “Yoosung has been a bit of a mess ever since. Saeran and I take turns kinda watching over him. But, the old Yoosung would have never acted like he did tonight,” Saeyoung looked away with a hint of sadness in his eyes. “He’ll go back to his old self one day though. I know it. He just needs to get passed this,” he said brightly.

“He mentioned something like that to me the other day,” you replied, “not about his cousin though…that’s so sad. Anyway, it’s why I asked. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was prying.”

“Nah, don’t worry,” he waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal, “anyway, we know how to deal with him. So don’t worry, okay?” he smiled.

You nodded back and continued talking about work and your various school projects you both had coming up. It was really nice to get to know him better, and to know more about Yoosung, too. You never would have guessed.

Picking up your wine glass and bringing it to your lips, you made an effort to drink what was left in the glass.

“Okay…I think that’s enough,” Saeyoung laughed.

“What? Why?” you asked as he pulled the stemware out of your hand.

“Because half of that sip ended up on your shirt,” he replied while taking a photo with his phone.

He was right. Shit. As you looked down you saw a bright red stain on your shirt. Wiping your face in embarrassment you tried to fight him for his phone.

“Erase it!” you yelled as your hands grabbed at his cell.

No matter how hard you tried, he was beating you with ease. Your every move was batted away with one of his hands, all the while he had a shit-eating grin on his face, enjoying every second.

“I’ll delete it if you let me take you home. It’s a school night and it’s already pretty late.”

All you could muster was a nod.

“Are…you okay to drive?” you asked.

“I haven’t had anything but water and some soda,” he replied.

Helping you to the car, he was careful not to drive too fast.

“If you throw up in here, V is going to kill me,” Saeyoung nudged you.

“I’m not THAT drunk,” you slapped his hand away, “just sleepy…”

Saeyoung watched you nod off in the passengers seat. The street lights flashed over your face rhythmically. Every now and again he would glance over, reveling in your soft features and peaceful disposition.

He hadn’t even opened the passengers side door from the curb when he heard your parents arguing inside. Their shouts were clear as if they were on the lawn. His heart was stuck in his throat. He knew all too well what it felt like to live in a household like this. His eyes peered down with sadness as you slept.

“Hey…” he tried to wake you up,” your parents sound like they’re fighting?”

“What else is new,” you said in your sleep.

‘Hah, sarcastic as ever’, he thought. 

He couldn’t let you go home like this. Not with them arguing…And Saeran’s room would be free since he was staying with Yoosung…

He knew his mom would be passed out by now, so she wouldn’t even notice.

Getting back in the car he continued a bit further until he reached his house. Hopefully you wouldn’t freak too much when you woke up.

“Come on,” he encouraged you to get out of the car, “do you mind staying in Saeran’s room for the night?”

You shook your head ‘no’ and he helped you inside while carrying your bag. Luckily, Saeran’s room was pretty clean. He pulled the blanket up over you after you lay in bed.

“Thank you…I’m going to bed now,” you spoke in a soft voice.

He couldn’t help but caress your hair back a bit as you sighed in your sleep. He was used to taking care of Saeran. And now, even Yoosung…but this was different. He pulled his hand back, remembering Saeran’s feelings for you.

Damn it,” his hand balled into a fist.

Why did it have to be this way.

She Is Mine (Part 2) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

Part 1

Part 3

requests: when you get the chance could you maybe write a Carl imagine taking place back at negans sanctuary and one of negans wife catches his eye (she’s around the same age as Carl) and negan is yelling at her about something and Carl gets pissed and glares at him and yeah you can think of an ending? sorry. Thank you

can you make a part 2? or something similar to this? 

pairing: carl x reader

a/n: this is so cheesy and dumb i hate myself but S7B PREMIERE WAS SO GOOD I ALREADY LOVE THE FEEL OF THIS NEW PART OF S7

word count: 1,237

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers @raveneyedfreak 


After Negan brought that boy back to the sanctuary with him, he wasn’t the same. He seemed more caring towards you, and only you. It made you uncomfortable, of course, but you didn’t mind the special treatment one bit. You were thankful for that boy lighting a fire under Negan, but you were no longer used to his presence… You wanted to see that boy again. 

You weren’t sure how old you were, but you could have only been a kid. You were young when the world went to shit, and you figured you were roughly the same age as the boy who had come into the Sanctuary that one day. As little as you knew about him, you hoped he would come back. 

“Do you need anything?” Negan asked you. You shook your head, continuing reading the book you had found. “Do you want anything?” You smiled a little and shook your head again. 

“I’m okay. Thanks, though.” Negan had suddenly taken an interest in you like never before. He was always asking you if you wanted anything, or if he could do anything for you. At first, it was nice, but after a while, it became repetitive. You weren’t needy. He knew that, but he was always checking in with you. 

Negan took a seat on the couch beside you, sitting further away from you than usual. You marked your page and set the book on your lap, giving him your full attention. “Something wrong?” 

Negan pursed his lips and shifted in his seat uncomfortably, readjusting his shoulders. He seemed out of his zone. “I know you don’t think I notice everything, but I do.” You raised one of your eyebrows inquisitively at him. 

“You don’t have to stay here anymore. With me.” You searched his facial expression for any sign that he was screwing with you. That would be cruel, but you wouldn’t put it past him. “You don’t have to be my wife anymore.” 

You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to anger him by seeming joyful, but you didn’t want to seem upset and make him think you wanted to stay. 

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly. You got up off the couch and walked to your room, beginning to change into your old clothes that you hadn’t worn in ages. The shirt was a little too small for you. You had been so skinny when you didn’t always have access to food, but Negan fed you well, and you admittedly had gained some weight since becoming one of his wives. 

Anyway, you pulled the shirt over your head and changed into an old pair of jeans. You sighed with content when you sat down and slipped out of the uncomfortable high heels, replacing them with your beat up sneakers. You finally felt like yourself again. 

You were laying on your bed when a few knocks on your door startled you. You opened the door, and Negan was waiting outside your room. “Okay, now that the sappy shit is over, I gotta make one thing straight. You work for me now. You don’t get to just mooch off me anymore-” 

“I want to be a Savior,” you interrupted. Negan’s eyes widened. “I used to scavenge with my old group. I was little, but I could shoot, and I was pretty good with a knife. I bet I lost some of my skills since coming here, but I could relearn them.” Negan remained quiet, still seemingly in shock. 

“I want to be a Savior,” you repeated. 

Negan sighed, then nodded. “Alright, then. Be ready to leave at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow morning.” 

You slept better than you had in months that night. You weren’t scared of being out on the road. You weren’t nervous of making a fool out of yourself. You weren’t worried about what the other Saviors would think. You wanted to be one of them, and you had to do what it took to become one. 

The next morning, Negan treated you to breakfast–no points needed. He claimed you would need time to rack up enough points to begin taking care of yourself, so he would cut you some slack for a few days. You were really shocked at how generous and kind he had been since that boy left the Sanctuary. Maybe if he was always like that before, you wouldn’t have hated being married to him. 

After breakfast, there was no special treatment for you. You became just another one of the Saviors to Negan, but to the Saviors, you were something else. You could feel their eyes on you as you sat in the back of one of the trucks with your legs dangling over the edge. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, so you enjoyed the view of the woods from the gravel road. 

The truck slowed to a stop, and you hopped off. You were met with a gigantic wall made of metal and a gate of wire and tarps. It was impressive, to say the least. It really made you wonder what Negan did to make people with such skill surrender to him. 

You gathered around Negan, awaiting your instructions. He directed everyone on where to go but you. You waited until everyone left, then approached him annoyedly. 

“Forget someone?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

Negan shook his head at the ground. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to break a nail, doll. Now, would we?” 

You scoffed at him as he walked away. What a dick

You weren’t going to let him get the best of you, though. If he wasn’t going to give you a job, you would make one. You wandered through the gate, pretending like you knew what you were doing. The inside of the community, however, distracted you more than you were prepared for. 

The houses all looked like they had been copied and pasted out of catalogues, with color schemes and potted plants on the porches to match. There was no trace of the new world anywhere. You knew that place had been taken care of since the beginning. Someone was dedicated to keeping it alive, and that gave you a rush of hope. 

As you scoped out the town, someone caught your eye. The boy from the Sanctuary was standing a few yards ahead of you, looking right back at you. You began to walk towards him. gradually increasing your speed. 

“I thought you were one of his wives,” the boy said calmly. He didn’t seem to have any sort of facial expression, but maybe you were just too overcome with reality that you couldn’t notice. 

“I saw you there. I thought you were from the Sanctuary,” you said, unsure of what point you were trying to make. 

He shook his head, his long hair covering his gauze-clothed eye. “I broke in to try and kill Negan.” 

Your breathing quickened at the bluntness of the kid in front of you. People your age weren’t supposed to kill people. At least, they weren’t supposed to go out on hunts like that. You had killed a bad guy or two, but it was always out of self-defense, or if they were coming after someone from your group. 

You felt an undeniable connection to him. You were no longer Negan’s, and you had little to no self-control. Without knowing, you felt like you were slowly becoming his. 

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Mistakes and Erasers (Part 3) | Jeff Atkins

Summary: After a campus party you found yourself awake in another bedroom that isn’t yours. Naked.

Warning: Mature Language.

Note: I’m sorry for the long wait. I’m really busy with college and I’m trying to find an internship. But I definitely don’t forget about you! This is the last part of Mistakes and Erasers! I didn’t want to drag it out too much. Thank you so much for the amazing response! I really appreciate it! You may request anything you’d like if you have an amazing idea!

Read part two and part one.



Sighing, you walked into the campus library. Even though the semester just started, it was though. Deadlines were set and it took you a lot of self-control not to break out into tears because you were stressing a lot. It didn’t help the guy from a few nights ago couldn’t escape your thoughts either.

As you were heading upstairs, someone grabbed your arm. Your lips parted and your brows were furrowed, making your left eye seem bigger than the other. You turned around and your eyes met Jeff. ‘I need your help.’ he demanded while he didn’t let go of your arm.

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Jack Maynard Imagine - More than this.

Mentions of smut.

Jack couldn’t count how many girls he had ever slept with using all his ten fingers. But he could count how many of those girls had arpooned his heart, because he needed exactly zero fingers. And you thought you were no exception. 

As you gathered your things from the already messy floor of Jack’s bedroom, after a rather fun night at his place, you could feel his eyes burning on the back of your neck “A picture lasts longer” you told him without looking at him. 

You heard him laughing “If I don’t take pictures of your beautiful body I might have an excuse to see it again” he smirked, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

Jack and you have been friends with benefits for a little over four months now. When you met, you instantly clicked. Jack was one of the few boys who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt. He was so genuine and hot, the combination killed you. So when one thing led to another a few days after your first encounter, you weren’t going to stop him.

You always thought he would be good in bed. But oh god, had it been an understatement. He was rough enough for your preferences, yet he knew when to be caring. As you put your jeans back on, you realized that night was the first time in four months that you had actually made love. 

He texted you to hang out at his place, but you knew where it was going to lead. You accepted anyways. You started watching YouTube, and somehow you ended up surrounded by too-cute cat videos. Suddenly, the heavy sexual tension between you vanished for the first time, and Jack looked at you with different eyes.  

As you cooed at the cats, wearing one of his hoodies you had accidently stolen from his bedroom floor - which he let you keep -, his heart softened. Jack did everything he could to stop it, really. He started imagining you on your knees like you had been the previous week, pleasuring him the way he loved so much. That image had worked before, but you kept being cute, and his mind soon wandered to a more passionate scenario, where he was caressing you instead of thrusting roughly into you.

Suddenly, you were sitting on his lap, kissing him hungrily. But he wasn’t feeling it. He got a tight grip of your hips and pushed you down on the sofa, so he could be on top. You liked it when he was in control. You went for his mouth again, not being able to stop yourself from wanting to feel him again, but he stopped you.

You frowned, making him chuckle “Let’s try something new” he smirked, and you were confused for a moment before he locked his lips with yours. He started moving them at a really slow pace, and you unexpectly relaxed. His tongue found yours not long afterwards, playing with it passionately. The slowness was killing you, yet sending chills down your spine you had never felt before.

That night, he made love to you, the steadiness yet caressing of his thrusts killing you slowly. Your mouths were locked most of the time, something that rarely happened, since you were usually too busy screaming and moaning his name. Something about that night was different, and when Jack finally plopped his weight down next to you, holding your waist close to his body, you knew something had changed.

You tried to sleep your feelings away, but the fact that you could feel Jack running his fingers up and down your back and kissing the top of your head as you fell asleep didn’t help at all. The worst part was, you thought you could get used to it.

“Ha-ha” you mocked him, throwing your -his- hoodie on “Funny”

“I know” he smirked.

You ran a hand through your hair to untangle it before putting it up in a ponytail “So” you said, ready to leave. You looked at him, who was still under the covers, as he looked at you with weird eyes. You ignored him “Saturday, 7pm, your place?” you asked him. This was how you worked. You met late at night a couple of days a week, and pretended the other one didn’t exist until the next time. You felt yourself growing annoyed at that routine, but you couldn’t pin down why.

“I was thinking” he started, his morning voice making you want to crawl back into bed with him “Maybe instead of meeting at my place we could meet at Picadilly? Same time, same day”

You gave him a confused look “To do what?” You were baffled. What was the point of meeting so far away, to end up at his place anyway?

His hand went to the back of his neck to scratch it “I thought that maybe we could…you know” he said, and you could tell he was nervous. You suddenly liked the situation “I want to take you out, alright?” he spat out, catching you off guard.

“Like, on a date?” you asked him, feeling stupid as the question left your mouth. You had never dated anyone before, not seriously anyway. You felt as if you needed to have a strong bond with someone to want more than sex with him. As you looked at Jack, looking all flustered and adorable in front of you, you thought maybe you could give it a try.

“Yeah, a date” he said “No sex, just actual conversation” you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on your face. You knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you for the whole night, but you said nothing “If you want to, that is”

You chukled lightly as you walked over to him and sat down on the edge of his bed. His arms immediately went to grab your hips, pulling you against him “I’d love to, Jack” you said, pressing your forehead against his. 

His hand reached your cheek, stroking it delicately. Both of your hearts didn’t know where to hide from the rollercoaster of feelings that was flying over them. So instead of saying anything, instead of thinking, you closed the gap between your lips and hoped for the best.

The sudden ache on Jack’s chest revealed that maybe he wasn’t as cold hearted as he thought. That maybe now, when they asked him how many times he had fallen in love, he’d need one finger to count them. 

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Worth Surviving

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Summary: Reader gets captured by Reapers after a fight with Bellamy. He goes into Mount Weather thinking she is there, but once they free the others, he realises she’s not there. After two days they go back for supplies and they find reader in a room where Reapers were kept. At first they think she’s dead but then it turns out she’s still breathing. Back at the camp she wakes up just to hear some nice words from Bellamy.

Word Count: 2958

A/N: This request was great, but I am not really confident about how it turned out. Sorry if this is as shitty as I think it is.


Originally posted by bellarke

Y/N’s POV
Every inch of my body was hurting like hell, but I knew that it wouldn’t prevent me from falling unconscious. The truth was that I didn’t even know if I wanted to stay awake, because I was afraid of what was going to happen with me.

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Badboy!Wonho

Originally posted by garisanee

  • So this is one AU, they all fit together
  • Wonho is Shownu’s best friend
  • They grew up together and have been inseparable ever since First Grade when Wonho saw Shownu sitting alone at lunch and just sat with him and started talking(bragging) about the Yu-Gi-Oh! cards he just won from some other kid
  • He has this stereotypical badboy/player image in high school once he starts dying his hair blue and skipping class 
  • All the girls want him, he’s like this intangible being that just exists in the same place as everyone else and they’re all like ?? how does he exist
  • Rumours about him sleeping around etc
  • Hasn’t really slept with any of these girls(/boys bc some swing that way and would brag about getting some from him, who wouldn’t) but lets them pretend because he doesn’t care enough about what people think of him to correct them (also feeds his ego and he finds it funny)
  • so ‘Monsta x’ is a name the group got which started out as a joke…
  • but …they actually grow to like/use the name
  • Wonho especially, is involved with a lot of … illegal things, to put it lightly
  • Everyone knows that Monsta x is basically a gang so its not a surprise
  • May possibly be currently/have previously been a drug dealer but no one can prove it so …
  • Probably the most badass out of the group, and that’s partially why girls are obsessed with him
  • Knows everyones secrets because he’s more of the acting leader while Shownu acts more of a quiet backbone, so they all come to him with their issues
  • The only one who knows about Changkyun’s family
  • So now onto how he meets you
  • You’re new in town and wow it sucks being the new kid but you just kind of deal with it
  • You’ve moved because your dad is a doctor and he just got offered the position of (temporary) Chief of Medicine at the local hospital because the current CoM is gone for Mat leave
  • But it’s not the first time you guys have moved because of his work so you’re tired of trying to make friends and then having to leave them
  • So you’ve basically decided that you’re not going to even bother, you’ll just stick it out for as long as possible until you guys leave AGAIN
  • You come into class on your first day and have to do the whole introduction thing then take your seat and everyone’s staring at you
  • you catch his attention because you don’t drool all over them the second you walk by them and when the cocky popular girls approach you to try and be friends because you’re cute as heck you just walk past like ‘no thanks ? ya’ll seem bitchy af’
  • and he notices after you introduce yourself to the class, you sit in the furthest seat to the back that’s free and don’t talk to anyone even though the guys (and even some girls) are staring at you
  • Because of his extremely laid back and almost indifferent attitude, Wonho’s known for not really taking any interest in girls, to the point where some guys joked about how he might just be gay (they came to class the next day with a black eye and a busted lip and never spoke of it again)
  • But when you show up and Monsta X notice his eyes linger in your direction for a second too long they start to tease him until his glare shuts them up
  • Minhyuk being the most outgoing one feels bad that you’re sitting alone and not talking to anyone so he goes over to talk to you
  • Kihyun tries to stop him saying that you’re new and his personality is too overwhelming and he should give her time to adjust to the new environment, but it’s too late and he’s already at your desk
  • because you’re on the other side of the room, they can’t hear what you’re saying but all Wonho can focus on is the smile on your face after something Minhyuk said
  • and he’s sure it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen
Morgan Rielly - Part Ten

Shorter post but exciting things coming…. 

When I close my front door behind me I can’t help but lean back against it. My head hits the wooden frame with a soft thud and I close my eyes.

               It was nearly two in the morning already and I had walked over to Morgan’s at six.

               And I hadn’t even wanted to leave.

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Warm Me Up pt 22

Songs I listened to: Mercy- Shawn Mendes, The Reason- Hoobastank, Already Gone- Kelly Clarkson, Love You Goodbye- One Direction, What Hurts The Most- Rascal Flatts, Breakeven- The Script

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There was one ceiling tile that wasn’t completely aligned with the others. It had been driving Nico crazy since he woke up. But he found himself staring at it anytime he was alone. Which was often. Aside from the nurses and doctors that checked on him, no one else came in.

Ever since Will’s outburst, Nico had asked to keep visitors away. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his friends what had happened. Surely they’d heard it too. Surely they’d heard all the things Will said, all the things he’d called him.

The moment kept replaying in his head as he stared at the tile. Over and over. Even when he slept, he didn’t get a break from it. In the back of his mind, the shouts were still echoing.

“Ready to go home today?” Dr. Ass- something asked him. Nico shrugged. “I suggest you stay away from alcohol. You’re too young to give yourself liver damage.”

Nico rolled his eyes and pulled at the ends of his hair. “Yeah, well. Easy for you to say. You have your life made. Nothing to run away from. I’m trying to run away from everything.”

“Everything?” the doctor asked.

“I’m not suicidal,” he snapped, knowing that if he said the wrong thing, he’d have to stay longer and get checked into a psych ward. “I’m just saying… drinking stops the thinking. It always has. So I drink enough to forget.”

“Well what were you trying to forget this time? Because obviously it didn’t work until you reached unconsciousness.” Nico averted his gaze and stared at the IV in his arm. “Alright then. I hope I don’t have to see you back here with the same problem, Nico.” He nodded and watched as the doctor removed the IV and gave him some regular clothes that Percy and Annabeth had brought in for him.

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Co Workers (Part Twelve)

A/N: Couple thangs. I’m don’t know much about getting charged with assault or whatever, I looked up the different degrees and made up the 12 hour thing (You’ll get what I’m talking about in a minute.) And then I made this smutty since I know it’s been awhile <3

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut smut smutttt

Word Count: 2.4k

Catch up here! Co Workers MASTERLIST!

(Gif not mine)

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything, when all the cops left you realized that there were tears running down your face. What just happened? What do you do? It was brought to your attention that it was someone in the bar that had called the police. Derek was by your side, he assured everyone that they could go home. Rae made you promise her that’d you’d call her when you figured everything out.

For now, you and Derek needed to get to the police station.


You pushed the doors to the police station open, heading straight to the desk behind the glass window at the front, Derek following close behind you.

“Can I help you?” the woman on the other side said.

“Yes-” you were out of breath from running- “M-my boyfriend was brought in about an hour ago? He was arrested? His name’s Misha?”

“You’ll have to go to the bonds desk if you’re here to pick him up.” she pointed down the long hallway where there was another glass window with a desk on the inside.

You quickly made your way to the other desk and lightly tapped on the glass to get the man’s attention.

“Last name?” He asked you without even looking up from his computer.

“Collins.” you replied, and the man typed for a moment before looking up.

“There’s no one here with that last name, ma’am.”

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I’m broken, won’t you fix me?

Originally posted by wonhobe

Request: Can I get a scenario with Monsta X’s Wonho? Can you make it angst but then fluffy? I really wanted to read a scenario with an angst Wonho X3 It can be about anything~
Member: Wonho (Monsta X)
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N @sakuangelnarufox ugehuig im super bad at angst in general which is why it took me like 3 days to come up with this but i hope its okay ;; -Admin Madi


Dating an idol really sucked sometimes.

It wasn’t all that bad when you were able to see Wonho happily reading comments of how much his fans loved him, and how they wished him well and to be healthy. It was heart warming when he would call you excitedly to talk about a gift he received at a fansign and how their palms were slightly sweaty and shaky as he steadied them. 

It was basically common law that when Wonho was over the moon, you were right there alongside him. It was how your relationship worked.

It was only during the promotion cycle when things really plummeted. Your days together became limited, and with his popularity rising, you went from seeing him every few days, to weeks, to months.

You were accustomed to waking up to an empty bed, frigid body and apologetic “i’m sorry” message every other day. It was how things were.

You told yourself that it was okay. It was a part of his job to be busy, running around and being all over the place constantly. You told yourself that you didn’t mind only seeing his face on a TV screen and didn’t care that he always forgot to return your messages. It stung, but you knew he had better things to do.

On days when you were able to see Wonho, he was so exhausted that you never spoke for more than 10 minutes until ending up in bed. His body felt heavy on your own as he slept for hours upon hours. You told yourself that you were glad that he was getting the rest he deserved, and that hearing his heartbeat was more than enough.

It wasn’t. You really tried to convince yourself that your heart wasn’t breaking.

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staos, ch5: panic! at the fake dating

on Ao3 | on ffnet
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

so….been a while, huh?

i just wanted to say that french paparazzi laws are totally different from this fic. they’re actually incredibly strict, and the way the paparazzi in this fic act is more similar to the us, but still possibly kind of extreme? i probably should’ve googled that before using it as a plot point, but i didn’t, and now it’s a fairly major one, so i won’t be going back and changing. i apologize for the inaccuracies!

shoutout to @reyxa​ for helping me with parts of this chapter and also thank you to everyone who hopped on when i was streaming! it was really fun and if people are interested, i’ll probably do it again!

enjoy!


Adrien rests his forehead on the glass of his window and stares at the darkened city below him. He needs to move on with his life, but he can’t. Not yet. For now, he just needs to process this new information.

Marinette has a crush on him.

Fuck.

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Thanatos Night Vol. 4 Seth (Full Translation)

Back with another Thanatos Night translation! Seth is really sweet and perfect for people who want something cute….with Rejet’s usual touch of despair _(┐「ε:)_ 

Apologies in advance for any mistakes, audio translations aren’t my strong point (/)u(\)

(Translation under the cut - Do no use/repost without permission)

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Fighting A.I

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: Ashton and y/n get into a fight so Ashton tries to make it up to you

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“I am so fucking done with you Ashton!” I screamed, angry at the drunk man standing in front of me. Another night. Just one of the many nights where Ashton has come home at 2 o’clock in the morning drunk off his face. 

I know he’s stressed, management is draining the life out of him and I can see it. They won’t let us make our relationship public even though we’ve been dating for over 6 months. Ashton spends all his spare time in meetings with management about how fucking stupid it is for them not to let us be public.

It’s stressful for me too, I have to pretend that Ashton isn’t the love of my life and that we’re just ‘best friends who live together’. But Ash is dealing with it in a way that I hate. He goes out with the boys and comes home at 2-3 o’clock in the morning, stumbling and dizzy.

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Accidents Happen *** Part 6/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, like major fluff

Word Count: 1370

A/N: Oh, my gosh. This was supposed to be ot three days ago. Forgive me!!! I think this was my favorite part to write. It’s so cute and I smiled while writing it. I hope you guys like it. There will be one more part after this and most likely an epilogue. Just because why not. Anyways… Happy reading!

Series Masterlist - Part 5 - Part 7


You hadn’t felt this miserable in so long. Bucky had texted, called, he had even showed up to your classes. Each and every time, you did the only thing you thought made sense. Oh, how wrong you were. The more you seen his name on your phone, the more you heart fluttered. You spent the past week missing him, wishing he was beside you, holding you in his large arms as he found a way to comfort you. Bucky was always the one who was there for you when you didn’t think you would ever be okay.

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Engraved pt. 8

Masterpost
<– Engraved 7 | Engraved 9 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 7061
Warnings: swearing ( think), a lot of suggestive things, sentimental things? idk…not much. Pasta. HIGH WORDCOUNT OFG
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: Compared to the previous part this is HUGGGEEE, let me know what you think as usual!! feedback appreciated.

Read it HERE on AFF, or below on Tumblr.


Kyungsoo pov

The couch in the living room wasn’t really that comfortable, and he slept half half the whole night. To be honest he was also sort of worried about you. Most of the time he had pretended to not hear the slight waver in your voice, or the way you seemed to touch him more surely to more you drank. How every inch of care seemed to flow from you, and your posture changed too. 
And then you had stumbled up the stairs with fear knitted between your tense shoulders. He wanted to put his hand right there, on your spine and take whatever it was away from you. Upstairs he had heard you stumble and he found you barely able to stand. Lightweight, seven shots, and you were a goner. The mischief in your eyes was gone by then, and replaced with a worrying frown.
When he left you had whispered something, and he had heard it. He wasn’t really sure whether he had been supposed to hear it. But he did. That you slipped up around him. That he should be glad about it. But what does that even mean?
The morning came too soon and he was up at the first crack of dawn, a little before 7 am. He groaned and stretched, the blanket soft against his skin as it dropped around his waist. The room was a pleasant cold, but he shivered still and reached for his shirt on the table. It was right next to the abandoned bottle of vodka and the shot glasses. Where was the dice?

Originally posted by smileysoo

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