made this like a month ago but gave up on it lol

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Series

A/N: HEY GUYS! I literally forgot that I made this a month ago but never posted it haha! :D I’ve always been a sucker for a/b/o fics and I wanted to shake things up a bit. (: pls excuse any misspellings as I get too excited when I wrote this lol. ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Delta: Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier.

Warnings: minor character death. Soon to be smut!!

Your life consisted of abnormal circumstances.

Your parents were both very well respected alphas in your small town. They courted each other for a couple years before having your older brother, who of course, turned out to be an alpha as well. So naturally, when your mother became pregnant with you everyone assumed you would be as well. In fact, at the baby shower they refused to receive any traditional beta or omega feeding supplies.

But whenever your mother went into labor one January night instead of the usual summer morning like alphas were, it threw everyone off guard.They didn’t stress it, though. Maybe it was just nothing more than a false alarm. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong.

After fifteen long hours of labor, you were born, but were weren’t an alpha or a beta. Not even an omega.

Somehow, you were a delta.

There weren’t many left in the United States, looking on Google there had to be at least 2,000 in the entire country. And that was for a rather scary reason.

Deltas were the rare flower of the alpha/beta/omega cycle. They were a bit different than the others. The heats were on a whole other spectrum of complication. For starters, you would exactly experience a heat. It was your body’s natural way of finding a suitable partner. Meaning, until you came across an exceptional alpha, your body would put itself on hold. The downside was that when it would happen someday, if not taken care of correctly, you could die. It was extreme, yes, but you always figured that Mother Nature just had it out for you.

The next thing was mating and bonding. If you were to want to settle down, not only would your significant other have to be an alpha, they’d have to be very experienced. Mating was one thing, but it took a special someone to actually bond. You couldn’t just settle for a beta like some others did, which sucked.

But you highly doubted that would ever happen.

You lived a highly sheltered life growing up. Instead of going out and experiencing adolescence, you were kept inside for your own safety. That was, until your parents passed away in a car crash shortly after your eighteenth birthday. Fortunately, you and your brother inherited a fair share of money and you parted ways.

Which is how you ended up in New York City.

You had enough funds to find you a nice, small apartment in a well lit area and just enough for college. You even found a doctor that specializes with delta’s and got yourself some suppressants. You were officially passing yourself off as an omega, which gave you an excellent sense of security.

Life was going great.

Until one day it wasn’t.

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You were leaving class one afternoon, carrying the many blueprints in your arms as you carefully placed each foot in front of the other. You hated the steps outside NYU, as they got super slippery during the rainy seasons. You carefully placed each step with precaution, until suddenly your foot slipped from the step, sending you flying onto your face in the middle of the crowded students. Per usual.

With a cry, you hastily gathered up the many tangled blueprints that scattered across the ground. You spent three sleepless nights on these! There was no way you’d let people walk all over them. But before you could reach the last one, you were stopped by a pair of black heels blocking your way. The mysterious woman bent down and picked up one of your papers and smoothed it out on her skirt. You watched as she held the blueprint up, blocking your view of her face. Great! Now you’d be a victim of plagiarism.

“Excuse me,” you say harshly, reaching upwards for the blueprint. “That’s mine!”

“I kind of guessed that, kid.” She replied with a small laugh. Wait, you could’ve swore you’ve heard that voice before. But for the life of god, you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Did you come up with these on your own?” she asks, turning the page over.

“Well…yeah.” you scoff, standing to your feet. You reached forward to grab the paper again, only to be met with a very impressed redheaded woman, one you’ve pretty much seen your entire life. Your mouth practically hit the floor. The rest of the blueprints in your hand slipped from your grasp and pooled around your feet.

“P-Pepper Potts!”

Pepper smiled down at you, cocking her head to the side. She eyed you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt so self conscious under her gaze. Pepper was an unusually dominant beta, as you could tell by the way she carried herself. Somehow, it also gave off the motherly vibe.

“That’s my name. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you say. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You watched as she leaned in and inhaled deeply, her eyes dilating slightly. You felt yourself growing nervous. There’s no way she could’ve known you were a delta. Dr. Strange made sure you had the highest dosage on the market. Surely a random beta wouldn’t pick up on it.

“Well, Y/N,” she says, pulling out a tablet and tapping on it rapidly. You try to sneak a peek at it, only to have her hold it back further from you. You only felt yourself growing more nervous. Before you could open your mouth to ask what in the world was going on, Pepper beat you to it.

“How do you feel about working for Tony Stark?”


-FIN ❤

(Part 2 will be here soon as heck you guys!)

So I like to think about what would happen if an alien sees, first hand, what a human filled with survival instincts and rage looks like. Mostly I just wanted to write this lol
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Th'wed never thought the peaceful cargo ship would have crashed, attacked by smugglers for the rare jewels they had been assigned to watch over once it exchanged hands between them and the Humans. A gift of peace. He remembers sneering when he saw the group in ornamental armor and wondering why such a brutish race had survived so long without destroying itself. He cringed when one of them, a blonde female in the robes of a scribe, bared her teeth. All of them are savages.

When the ship went down on a hostile moon orbiting the gas giant he didn’t expect to survive. But he did, all because the humans covered him and the unshielded female. Waking up covered in the viscera of the crew and surrounded by the twisted perversion of the ship he immediately turned and vomited, uncaring for the tube like filaments on his head being coated in the green slime, the scales on them and his face turning a sickly yellow of fear and pain. The cover did not save him completely from harm, leg snapped all three toes curled in pain like a fist.

That’s when he heard it. The mournful wail that sounded more like a vengeful scream. The scribe was not worse for wear but her companions has no such luck, ornamental armor unable to save them from being pierced by the gutted ship. She kneeled beside another warrior, male perhaps, with a neck twisted in a strange way. She sniffed and to his amazement began gathering the group and the crew members, laying them side by side and crossing their arms, closing the eyes of the ones that still had faces. It was a long process and more than once she had to toss away a limb. He leaned over to vomit again.

When he leaned straight again the unnerving creature was staring at him, eyes wide and glossy. She bared her teeth again and made a strange barking sound that he tried to lean away from.

“Of all the fucking people to survive it’s the chick without a gun and the racist torrin.”

She pointed to the near by body of the male she wept over, his dark skin charred black from the flames.

“His name was Christofer and if he didn’t order them to protect you, you’d be dead. Thank him, if you think you can handle thanking a ‘brutish savage’.

The scales tinged pink with embarrassment. So she had heard him complaining to the captain. He never expected her to help him up, short stature surprisingly sturdy as she helped him limp away into the foliage. He was always amazed that such tiny creatures command such fear. She was patient with the shell shocked male, saving her own tears for when they had found water. She used her outer robe to set his leg and left him to go back and scavenger for supplies. Th'wed doesn’t worry much, taking the moment to mourn as quietly as possible, scales turning a dreary grey. Help will come soon. It has to.
***

Help did not come. In the passing of the gas giant and the sun, night and day both equal to three earthling days according to his guid, Morgan, she healed the hollow bones of his leg best to her ability but he suspects he will limp for the rest of his life. Her eyes grew colder everyday although she smiles more. He remembers almost fondly the hysterical laughter she had when she explained that her species barred their teeth in joy and politeness. She hunted for them while he used his own knowledge of those sector to find edible plants and fish. Their dynamic grew into a fondness, perhaps even friendship, the smaller alien often touching him. Petting his "hair” or examining his pink hued skin or his clawless limbs. She was fascinated with his eyes, large and round and completely black. Equated him to something she calls an owl.

He often looks back at the day he asked her how she knows to survive and hunt, the smile he is now able to differentiate from becoming cold and predatory.

“I grew up on a ship colony with my brother. When we landed for supplies we had to hunt for our food, too poor to use what credits we had for nutrient blocks. They caught us one day, chopped off my brothers hand when he took the wrap. When I joined the military to provide for them they gave me survival training. Never know when a ship crashes and you have to make it until a ship comes for you.”

His respect grew as he sat in the small lodging they built together. From the craftsmanship of the things she lovingly carved he suspected she wanted to be something else and not a military lackey. The short alien from then on began using familiar nick names and hugging often. Pack instincts. He would have sneered months ago at the notion. She was a peaceful woman who laughed more often than she cried and went against every stereotype he knew. It lulled him in security with her, forgetting the predator she was.

An animal, one he never saw before but was monstrous in size and shape attached him while he gathered one day, snapping his makeshift cane and almost crushing his ribs in one swipe of its spotted paw. It’s long snout split the wrong way, vertical mouth filled with slavering teeth. Knowing he was going to die he lied limp on the forest floor and awaited the golden afterlife. He heard a great roar from behind him and felt the sweeping air of a spear over his body.

The creature backed off while his human crouched over his body, eyes wild, pupils so blown they almost dominate her eyes. Her chest heaves and fists tighten. Looking at her face he felt both of his hearts almost stop in pure fear. He wonders how he could have ever mistaken her smiling for a show of aggression. He can clearly see the artificially sharpened teeth, something he dutifully ignored before, glistening in the reflective shine of the bright red gas giant hanging in the sky.

Opening her jaw in a way he almost couldn’t comprehend he let out a strangled roar and charged the thing. With every swipe it bleed. With every indigent scream it made at her she answered in kind only angrier. It was insistent, probably not used to its food fighting back, and made as to clamp its jaws around her. Screaming for her to run did nothing. She stood there face twisted in rage as she grabbed the closing jaws and. Tore. Them. Off.

She separated the jaws until a wet cracking sound echoed but didn’t stop until she tore it completely free, fingers dripping in blood. Green for the creature and red from her own ripped palms. She tossed back her head and screamed to the sky, red planet outlining her body like a bloody halo. She looked like a god of war her people so love to worship. Rescue came weeks later from a human ship honing onto the beacon from the crash. He was roomed in the med bay while she was escorted away on the large military colony and he didn’t see her for days while he messaged his queen. When she came back she was groomed and wearing the royal blue of a generals uniform, chest glittering with the metals of valor. She grinned and stood at attention.

“We have not been formally introduced. I am general Morgan Regina of sector Terra. I was sent to ensure the first official contact with a new species went well.”

He took the offered hand which he now knows is filled with nanotechnology, turning her bones to metal and her muscles into inexhaustible strength. Even turning off her pain receptors so she will not be hindered with her own pain. Swallowing thickly he wills his face into the unfamiliar stretch of a smile and her eyes glitter at the effort. He fears her. Respects her. And will probably die fighting his people for the alliance her people offer. He is indebted, it seems, to a savage brute.
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Screwball Ninja’s Mini-Review: 6x16 Mother’s Little Helper

Oh, what a tangled web we weave/ When characterization takes its leave. Let’s dig in!

Originally posted by nothingholic-s

You can tell she’s evil because she farts glitter– that stuff gets everywhere!

  1. Things That Had More Screentime Than Belle This Episode: Blackbeard’s wig. Her Handsome Hero. Rumple’s dagger. Jaime Murray’s cleavage. CGI spider butt. Perhaps we could scare up some more scenes for Belle in an episode about her son where the theme is MOTHERHOOD? Look, she’s already wearing pants in a plea for attention– somebody give her a scene with Gideon before she’s parading around in leggings and a ‘Welcome to Storybrooke’ sweatshirt.
  2. I’m here for Small Business Owner S&M Jaime Murray in a sparkly black tutu. What is this show? And it’s interesting that fairy dust can be used for evil (e.g., creating the Dark Curse) and needs to be a Category 1 Controlled Substance. No wonder the Blue Fairy smacked down Nova for loaning it willy-nilly in S1. I guess the price for fairy dust is slave labor (children, dwarves)? That’s dark, show. “Excuse me, Mr. Gold? Is this fairy dust conflict-free? Because I only use– *is snailed*
  3. Dark Swan is back, folks. Emma force-choked and beat an unarmed, unresisting man who was talking to her about his history of abuse because she was angry about losing her boyfriend for a day. “YOU TOOK HOOK FROM ME,” says Emma in her exact Dark Swan throaty tone. Force-choking is *never* shown as something good or justifiable– and it’s always shown as the sole provenance of villains. (They call it ‘Vader-ing’ in the script.) She’s law enforcement– you can’t beat up suspects because you’re upset! You can’t threaten to “force” people to do things! S1!Emma would have asked Gideon WHY he wanted to kill her before any fisticuffs, and she certainly wouldn’t have made him bleed while he was talking to her. This scene also makes it sound like Emma is more pissed off that Gideon cockblocked her than about his murder attempt. Priorities, woman! (Note: This was done on purpose to put our sympathies with Gideon– hence his line that Emma was “so far wrong” and that he wasn’t “the bad guy.” Gideon’s not all bad, Emma’s not all good: message received. But it’s fascinating to see Dark Swan pop up again without the excuse of The Darkness ™ .)
  4. Gideon says that the Black Fairy tortured him and he’s trying to protect “hundreds” of abused children in another realm. Emma’s response? Going to Rumple and … threatening to kill Gideon. “Your son has a death wish, one that I’m happy to provide.” What the everliving fuck? Rumple has to spell out that the Black Fairy is Bad News and may be a direct threat to Emma before she thinks to help Gideon. “Not my family? Not my problem!” is a legitimate philosophy … but not if you’re The Savior, and not if you’re the Sheriff. Emma even makes a deal (more Dark Swan-age) with Gideon to get Hook back BEFORE she helps with the Black Fairy business. I realize it makes sense to lift any magical barriers before embarking on a dangerous enterprise but it makes it look like she cares more about Hook than an entire realm full of abused kids. If this is “walls down” Emma someone *poof* her some bricks, mortar, and an enchanted trowel because I’m not here for this.
  5. Speaking of Hook, does OUAT have a writers room? You know, a room for the writers to talk to one another about what’s happening from episode to episode? Because this episode takes place one minute after last week’s episode, where Emma shed two tiny tears because that’s what she “needed to move on.” And now she’s beating up a child she helped deliver a week ago because she can’t be without Hook for literally a day? Which is it, show? 
  6. Hook is an adult who’s survived for hundreds of years and is in a realm he used to call home. He’s not hurt, he’s not cursed, he’s not threatened– he’s just on a bit of a vacation. You know, a break– what Emma wanted him to have until he got his head right about the whole lying business. So where’s the fire? Also, Blackbeard assumed Hook stole the jewels from a “wench”– is this something Hook did before? (Have fun with the inevitable JewelThief!Hook and FBI!Emma fic, CS fans!) P.S. BLACKBEARD SHOUTS TOO. MAYBE IT’S JUST A PIRATE THING? I AM HERE FOR THEIR HARD OF HEARING FRIENDSHIP!
  7. And normal Emma returns when the giant spider shows up! Yay! (Any scene that has Emma quipping about Charlotte’s Web while pretending to be in a life-and-death struggle with dollar store Haunted House webbing is a good one in my book.) Gideon apologizes for screwing with her instead of just asking for help. Yay! And then he double-crosses her because he thinks the ends justifies the means. Boo! But he’s heart-controlled! Gasp! Note that Gideon’s contractually obligated to do his premature gloating away from the scene of the crime, giving Emma time to escape with Rumple’s help. Villain rules, folks– if you disobey they take away your black cloak and make you wear pastels for a week. Also, props to the Black Fairy for not spilling her Secret Evil Plan to anyone yet. Next-level evil, for sure.
  8. “I’m sorry, but your son cannot be saved. He’s evil,” says Emma. Excuse me? One fairy coma, giant spider, and piratical banishment and he’s irredeemable? This is a show where mass-murderer and child abuser Cora went to heaven after telling her daughters to play nicely for five minutes after she was DEAD. Split!EQ killed three peasants, cursed Snowing, threatened to poison the town’s water supply, and sped up Belle’s pregnancy leading to Belle’s son being kidnapped– and got a “fresh start” in another realm. Hook killed Merlin and tried to kill Emma’s whole family last month but that’s “in the past.” But Gideon tries to kill one person to save hundreds of abused children and he’s beyond the pale? Ahahaha, no. Also, he’s *spoiler alert* heart-controlled. Boy, won’t Emma feel silly when she learns that. "He needs help!” says Rumple. “LOL nope,” says Emma. And then Rumbelle gave them epic side-eye and held hands (and gave the fandom heart attacks; it’s been a rough year).
  9. Neverland “must have transformed when Pan left!” To … Vancouver. Truly, Dark Magic. In S3 it sounded like without magic the entire realm was going to literally explode but you know what? Gangly teens carrying torches running around Neverland-cum-Vancouver beaches are not the most ridiculous thing in this episode, never mind the show. Carry on, fellas. 
  10. I’m oddly with Isaac the Author when he complained about his imprisonment. He created the AU but he didn’t actually kill anyone– and considering Regina, Snowing, Zelena, Hook, and Emma have cast Dark Curses and are running around free he’s right that being terminally annoying isn’t really grounds for perpetual incarceration. He should join King George and Sidney in their class action lawsuit against the Storybrooke Police. Calling it now: S7 is Law and Order: Storybrooke.
  11. Being The Author causes you to write gibberish and it gets worse the longer it goes on? That explains the show! “What happens at the end of the book?” asks Henry. The Author replies: “The Savior fights the Final Battle– and trust me, no-one wants to be around to see that!” Well, with these ratings no-one will be. #BaDumChh
Jughead Jones x Reader: Seniors with Jr’s

Request:
Can you do an imagine we’re the reader and jughead are dating and they have their own place but still go to high school and the reader is pregnant and there’s a lot of fluff when the baby comes


A/N: This one was interesting to write only because I have vowed to myself to never have children (My opinion only, everyone has their own), but my sister is pregnant so I see pregnancy firsthand at the moment and I have had young friends and family get pregnant throughout their high school years, so I hope I did justice to the person who wanted it and the readers. Coming up with the title was a little tough, but I think it’s cute, hopefully you can enjoy the pun in it. 

Words: 1400

Summary: Jughead x Reader are with child juggling life in high school.
Spoilers: There will be a Jughead Jr (Girl/Boy you decide) in this fanfic world. 

Warnings: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss… lol ok I’m done.


It was your senior year in Riverdale High and you had been going out with infamous, brooding writer Jughead Jones The Third. You two were madly in love, but your parents didn’t approve of the relationship that much. By sophomore year you knew about Jughead’s family problems and homelessness, so you both found jobs. You worked at Pops as a waitress and after they tore down the Twilight Drive-In Jughead found a job at the comic store and you guys made enough to move into an apartment at Riverdale. The landlord knew both of since you were small, so he cut your bills and gave you leeway in your payments since he now knew about your condition. You were pregnant and soon the world would be blessed with a baby mixed yours and Jughead’s genes.

It had been a rough last couple of months since you were bound to pop in a week from now. The teachers at school helped you by giving your work to Jughead or your friends to take home so you could rest.

You hadn’t talked to your parents since you moved out and that devastated you, but you loved Jughead and as hard as the decision was, you had to choose to follow your future. They knew you got pregnant and soon they began to ignore your phone calls altogether. You missed them dearly and the occasional talking you had over the phone, but when you revealed to them you were expecting; the phone was no longer answered.

“Hey Babe” Jughead called out as you left your thoughts “Betty, Arch, Ron, and Kevin are coming over later to see you” he pointed out as he got near you to plant you a kiss.

“How was your day at school sweetheart?” You mocked Jughead with a smirk on your face.

“If you must know, Fridays are a good day because that means I come home to you” Jughead replied to you while sitting next to you on the couch and taking your hand “and I don’t have to deal with those neanderthals for two days” he says while planting a kiss on your palm and rubbing his palm on your baby bump.

Later there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” Jughead spoke and you smiled.

“Hey Guys!” you called out from the couch.

“Oh my god (Y/N) look at your belly!” Betty called out “You’re glowing.”

“I can’t believe we are going to become aunts” Veronica praised.

“Whatever, everyone know I’m going to be the cool uncle” Kevin declared.

“Where do I put the bags?” Archie questioned as they left him alone with the goodies, they were going to cook in a while.

“Just put them on the counter Arch” Jughead answered, so he did and went near you.

“Jesus, (Y/N) you are going to have a mini you and Jug and it’s just hitting me” Archie remembered as he motioned to you if he could touch you baby bump and you nodded.

“It moved, I bet you it just high fived me, see it prefers me” Archie declared.

“I’m pretty sure it will prefer me any day Arch” Jughead spoke out and the whole room started laughing.

You helped Betty prep the dinner, chicken parmesan with pasta on the side. 

As you all gathered around the table you ate, and laughed. You couldn’t help but smile at the wonderful friends who had become your family. Though you frowned at that thought, you tried shaking it off, but Betty caught it.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Is the baby kicking hard?” She asked as she put her hand against your belly and gave you questioning look.

“You guys are amazing” you called out, “you guys are now the only family I have left” you lamented while squeezing Jughead’s hand.

They all gave you a smile as they stood up and gave you and Jughead a group hug.

The next morning you woke up to Jughead getting dressed.

“Hey Jug, I didn’t know you had work today” you stated trying to get up as he helped you up.

“They called a while ago, need me to come in, I said yes because we need the money” He answered you with a smile on his face.

“Okay, babe, have a good day” you replied kissing his cheek on your way to the bathroom to wash your teeth.

“You two babe” Jughead smiled and gave you a kiss on your forehead and one on you belly as he exited the apartment.

Little did you know, since he saw you miserable yesterday when you mentioned family, he went out to talk to your parents.

“Hell- o” your father stated as he opened the door revealing Jughead.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N), I was just wondering if I could talk to you and your wife real quick” Jughead responded.

Your father opened the door and motioned Jug inside.

“Who was that honey?” Your mother asked as she stepped out of the kitchen to unveil Jughead.

“Jughead would like to speak with us (Y/M/N)” as he leaded Jughead and your mom to the living room.

“What do you need to say Jughead” your father recalled.

“(Y/N) is due next week, and she really misses you guys” Jughead let out “I know, I know you guys didn’t approve of us and now she is pregnant and that probably doesn’t help, but” Jughead was cut off by your mom.

“Jug, I know my daughter loves you, and I can see you love her back; but she is the one that decided to leave and get knocked up” She spilled.

“I see that Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), but I just wanted to come and say is that she loves you guys and when you are ready to come back into her life we will be waiting with our arms wide open” Jughead reassured them as he walked towards the door and your father followed suit.

“Take care of our baby girl Jug” your father requested as he moved his hand towards Jughead to shake and Jughead shook it and nodded leaving your old home.

As he was opening the door to the apartment you surprised him.

“Jughead! Where were you?!” you yelled “I called work and they said you weren’t there” you questioned.

“Oh- oh- my god (Y/N), you were due next week, I am so sorry!” he protested grabbing your hand and taking you to the car because your water just broke.
“Where are you going Jug?” You asked him as he was making his way back to the apartment.

“To get the baby stuff” he proposed.

“Oh Jug” you smiled “The stuff is already in the car, now get in” you pointed out, so he did and drove you to the hospital.

Soon they got you into a room, and Jughead called all your friends.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby (Girl/Boy you decide).

“Look at what we made Juggie” you exulted as he kissed you in the lips.

“Where were you today Jug?” you questioned him again as your friends entered your room to see the baby.

“Oh my god!” Veronica and Betty praised.

“I want to carry it first” all your friends rejoiced in sync and you smiled and you all chuckled which soon was interrupted as your parents came in the room.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked your parents as they closed the door to your room and Betty took the baby in her hands and all your friends frowned at her.

“Jug went to talk to us this morning” your mother answered and you turned to look at Jug and smiled at him and mouthed a ‘thank you’ at him as he took your hand and smiled back.

“We didn’t want to be the terrible parents who gave up on our daughter who moved on with her life for someone she really loves and is going to start her new family with” your mother continued.

“I am not giving you up that easily (Y/N/N)” your dad finished as they both went up to you and hugged you and pecked a kiss on your cheeks.

“How did you know I had the baby already?” You commented.

“You have wonderful friends” your father clarified as you turned at your friends who had smiles plastered on their faces and you couldn’t believe the people you had been blessed with.


Tag: @sgarrett49

Spice It Up

Originally posted by honestlymuffins

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Actually this wasn’t requested lol I just felt like writing it

Note: Smut warning, ya’ll have been warned 


Shawn’s P.O.V

“Why don’t you just tell her? She’ll understand I mean she is your girlfriend.” I sighed listening to my friend, me and Geoff decided to take a few drinks when we started talking about this…

“I don’t know how to tell her! ‘Hey Y/N! Listen I feel like we should spice it up a bit instead of having Vanilla sex and add a little kink!” I said flailing my arms having no idea what I was saying due to me being a little tipsy.

“Dude you’re not making any sense, here give me your phone.” before I could even protist he took my phone typing things in and handing me my phone.

“Relax i didn’t send it, wether you do or don’t thats up to you.” he said taking a sip of his beer.

‘Hey Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, we haven’t been having much ‘fun’ lately if you know what i mean ;) I love you and i just wanted to spice things up thats it, bye!’ You read the text and looked at your friend,

“I am not going to send this to her because this is stupid! I am going to tell her just not like this.” I say a bit frustrated

“Hey, if you don’t wanna send it then don’t.” he said shrugging but I started thinking about it there really was no other way to tell her, my fingers ghosted over the send button.

But this wasn’t my style of sending things, as I was about to delete it I accidentally hit send and jumped out of my skin, face turning pale.

“I FUCKING SENT IT!” I yelled

“Good job I knew you had it in you.” I gave him a death glare showing him I never meant to sent it in the first place and his eyes widened.

“Shit.” we both cursed

Keep reading

just acting, right?

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties

warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??

words: 2,269

a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo



You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin

Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet. 

“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.  

You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”

“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace. 

You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?" 

Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”

Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask." 

Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”

“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily. 

Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away. 

“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.  

“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”

“And how does that happen?”

Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”

“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom. 

“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?


Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying. 

“You got Sandy!”

Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”


You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you. 

The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher. 

However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words: 

They kiss.

Then a few lines down?

Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.

You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down. 

You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?


Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?" 

"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body. 

“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission. 

Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted. 

“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”

You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission. 

“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.


Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety. 

“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”

“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”

You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed. 

“What am I going to do?”

Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”

Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”


Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.

Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”

“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.

Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.

“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.

The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -

“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly. 

Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though. 

“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.

You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.

Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.

You dialogue continued for a few more lines.

I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.

Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed. 

Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.

What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart. 

Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting. 

So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?

You ignored him.


You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all. 

The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.

It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance. 

A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks. 

“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.

“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements. 

“I’m practicing,” you tried.

“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.

You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.

Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -

“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.

You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.

“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.

“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!” 

You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot. 


Opening night. 

It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.

You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.

It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.

The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.

I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.

Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.

The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow. 

Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow. 

You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.

“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten. 

You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead. 

“You did really well out there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.

“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.

“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”

“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”

You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”

“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”

He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”

Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours. 

all to myself: vlog 2

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: implied smut

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Noise (Part 4)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: a little angst, some fluff
Word count: 2194
A/N: This one’s a long one but things are getting somewhere! I also cried while writing this so that’s a first lol. Let me know what you think! :D 

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anonymous asked:

analyse who's your daddy please. i need it.

“im about to analyze it to death be ready fools” that is the best and most exciting thing i’ve ever seen you write

i feel like “let’s never have kids” implies a “together” and i’m feeling emotionally overwhelmed about how casually they say things like this now :“)

just wanted to acknowledge all of these messages bc they made me lol :’) ok goodness. this video. wow. there’s a lot here. i’m just gonna focus on the shit that made me do immense double takes and actually go (similar to the third anon) ‘wth how are they saying this stuff so casually?? ?? what?’ there was a lot of that during this vid. i’m v shook.

first and foremost wtf @ their seeming indifference towards making sexual innuendos that involve each other. wtf @ their subtly destroying heteronormativity by lookin’ at the dad’s hot pink dildo and being relatively cool with it? apart from a bit of a chuckle from dan, they barely reacted? and wtf @ dan saying ‘we’re not kink roleplaying … YET’ like it was nbd? that would’ve literally given everyone a heart attack not even a year ago. similarly at the close of the video he says “if you want to see more father-son simulator, if that’s the kind of weird phan roleplay you’re into” and i actually squeaked???? ? when’s the last time either of them have even said the word “phan,” as a reference to their ship name, out loud, let alone on one of their main channels? but more than that, there wasn’t any of the usual attempt at hard-core shaming the audience for being into that sort of fantasy or for presuming that he and phil could ever be in a sexual situation together. for lack of a better way to phrase it, dan didn’t ‘no homo’ the idea of him sexually roleplaying w phil beyond the use of the word ‘weird’–and that was directly aimed at the kink, not the idea of sexual roleplay w phil generally?? if anything he just seemed amused by it. he didn’t call anyone pervs for thinking about it, he went out of his way to say it in the first place,,,, i can’t emphasize enough how much of a progression that is? ??? ?? i don’t really know why i am surprised since they’ve clearly relaxed their boundaries with us ever since the latter half of last year, but like. i’m surprised. it was noteworthy. i’m so happy about it. 

on a similar yet totally unrelated note, dan saying “philly doesn’t understand wasd,” towards the start of the vid is such an incredible example of how good they are at gradually normalizing certain things w their audience until they become completely unremarkable. the use of ‘philly’ as a nickname esp on dapg has escalated a lot in the past few months but really they’ve been seeding it for like nearly two years now. at this point it’s just soooo normal that most people don’t pick up on it? but it’s another example of something that even a year ago would’ve caused a lot of people to hyperventilate and pass out. today, however, i’ve seen literally zero posts or comments on the video about it. they’re so, so good at this–at slowly doing things that initially cause an uproar and then very rapidly become a normal thing bc of frequency. (another example, at least for me, is dan’s wavy hair lately. he’s been wearing it wavy so much that i honestly didn’t even notice till like 7 mins in that it wasn’t straightened. and then when i rewatched an old dapg vid just now i couldn’t believe how straight his hair usually was in the past!!! hope he sticks with the soft n’ wavy/thin gold earring rebrand idea for 2017 bc he looks amazing) 

obvi the biggest thing in this video though (let’s not even try to pretend otherwise) was all of the discussion of parenting and, specifically, co-parenting. together. having children. together. as a unit. wow. i honestly don’t really know how to adequately communicate how excited this makes me? ?? ? similarly to the sexual innuendo stuff, it’s crazy how far they’ve come in a relatively short span of time. they’re at the point where they can make comments like ‘maybe it will teach us how to be real parents,’ and ‘you’re an even worse dad than me,’ and ‘let’s never be parents’ (let. US. never. be. parents. [together].) to their audience without a second thought. and before all u doubters come crawlin’ out of ur anti caves to tell me that they could be talking about being parents individually with other partners …. … no?  i really don’t think they were. not the least bc it would hardly make sense for them to say things like ‘wow let us never be parents in our future separate lives with other partners ha!’ but also bc right after two of the biggest co-parenting comments (‘let’s never be parents’ and then my personal fav: ‘in hindsight, are we good parents?’) they start talking about the sims. phil even says ‘i can’t believe dil and dab have survived OUR parenting.’ it’s jst so demonstrative of the fact that they are thinking about parenting TOGETHER and i honestly couldn’t believe how open they were about that. which brings me to the moment towards the end when dan says “so in hindsight are we good parents?” i screenshotted the look that phil gave dan after and rb’ed a gif of it because … wth. it’s so fleeting. but it felt so important? there’s something so different about the way phil looks at dan right after saying ‘no. we’re terrible,’ almost as though he wants to check to see how dan reacts or as though he is just caught up in the softness of the idea of them having children at all. he gives this little breathy laugh and their eye contact there is so soft and so cute and so noteworthy bc it feels like something we weren’t really even meant to see. it feels like phil displaying his inner feelings a bit more than he normally would feel comfortable with. it was such a telling little moment for me (fully aware that i sound a bit crazy but like,,, whatever). 

also. bonus. phil noting the size of the garden then immediately wondering how much it costs … .. .. …. seems like someone’s mind is conditioned towards house hunting. just a thought. 

My Story time

First I just want to say this blog is amazing and I really love it. I also want to in advance say sorry if this is long and boring (I hope not) but today for some reason this came to my mind and I thought I’d share my cute silly story time.

 This was a few months ago, I was taking a piano class for fun with my friends. I was always late to this class because I had a class right before and of course they were nowhere near each other (the struggle was so real). When I got there, I just walk in and I ended up sitting next to this guy, he introduced himself and said he was a music major (when I first saw him I thought he was cute).  The first time he talked to me was the second week of class, we were doing something and he asked me for a pencil (I’m shy around guys most of the time) I smiled and gave him mine since I had an extra in my bag (didn’t think much of it then), at the end of class he gave it back and said thank you. And EVERY class he would come in late and usually we were practicing a song that we were assigned and he would ask what we were doing and ask if he could borrow a pencil EVERY TIME. (I used to always think to myself how you come to class without a pencil? Lol every time, but again I wasn’t thinking much of it just being the nice person I usually am.) And every time he would at the end give it back. This happened all semester, until the last day. One day we got a few minutes to take a break. Earlier that day I was showing my friend how to play the intro to one of BigBang song (I learned it from youtube lol). I was in room and he was there talking to his friend and they were speaking Chinese and I was trying to remember how to play the song because I was rusty and hadn’t played it in forever. The volume was very low on the piano so no one could hear it except me (or so I thought). As I was practicing I just heard him say to the person “Oh! Big Bang…” and he hummed the song they looked at me and I stopped so fast and just looked away all laughing nervously (I was caught lol). But ever since then he would act so silly and awkward around me making cute jokes and I would just laugh and smile at him. Fast forward to the last day, he was acting silly as usual and showing off in class and I just was laughing and thinking he’s too cute (by then I was definitely crushing on him). We had to do our last assignment and knowing him by now I looked over at him didn’t say nothing and just put my hand out to give him the pencil (I gave him the “already know” look) He looked at me and we ended up just laughing. So, we got to the end of class and I was happy the semester was over but sad because I knew we most likely wouldn’t see each other outside of this class.  We were all saying bye to each other in class and I was leaving with my friends like usual and we were standing talking to each other. He was leaving but then he turned around and kinda stood in front of me (I thought he just wanted to give me back the pencil lol) he awkwardly stood there for a few seconds and said bye (he said in a serious tone) and walked away. I looked at him and said bye too (I was so sad).  Now maybe (just maybe) I just over think this (I tend to do that but I don’t care lol) but he ALWAYS gives me the pencil back and says thank you but this time he didn’t give it back (that had to mean something! lol) and I was just so happy after that. Last semester was tough so much was going on but him being silly always made me laugh and feel better. Every time I think about that moment it just makes me smile.

Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. V

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist |

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog

Warnings: None. Unless you think Tequila is something to get warned about.

A/N: Today is February 6th and I’m already doing some Valentines ish chapters. Don’t mind me, I’m just being festive. Lol. | Feedback is always appreciated it! <3

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Everyone had good days and bad days, it was something normal. In your case and for your sometimes extremely bad luck, things always came heightened. There weren’t good days, they were out of this world great days. But the bad days? They were the worst. Bad mornings like having some spilled coffee or forgetting your keys wasn’t your thing. No. Situations like this only backed up more your theory.

The universe must have single hand picked you to get the worst days. Sometimes you thought of going to see a psychic and getting into all the crystal meditation. Everything that helped your bad luck but yet again you ignored all those possibilities. You wouldn’t waste time in such things knowing that; it wasn’t bad luck, it must be bad karma. Out of all the days they could have picked to fire you, they picked today. Your twenty two birthday, not other day than February freaking fourth teen.

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Namjoon Scenario: Slipped Away.

Request: Hi hello~ Can I ask for a scenario where you get to spend time with RM in Seoul but you have to go back home and the goodbye is heartbreaking for both of you? And maybe on the plane you find a little gift from him? Is it too much? lol (lots of love)

Genre: Romance.


You had met thanks to the privacy of your hotel, that and the ridiculous amount of time you spent alone waiting for your mom to go out of her conferences. You were in Seoul because of her work, you liked to travel and South Korea in general so for you it was a great opportunity, but getting to know the city by yourself wasn’t as fun as it was with someone else. You were going to be in town for two weeks and after going alone you thought it was best to wait for your mom and just go around together, the hotel was pretty nice so you also didn’t mind just staying in enjoying the commodities.

You never thought you’d meet Namjoon there, but you had bumped into each other almost theatrically, he was coming walking as he read a book and you were distracted playing with your phone, you smashed your head against his chest and lost your balance, almost falling to the pool with phone in hand. Luckily he took your forearm and helped you to stay on your feet. You had apologized as you were really embarrassed about what had happened, you hadn’t even noticed that it was Kim Namjoon in front of you, all you could think was that you had screwed up, more so when you saw the book he was reading floating in the water.

At the end of the day you had gone out to buy a new book for him even when he insisted it had been an accident and you didn’t need to, but the next time you saw him you were both at the comfy pool area again and you gave Namjoon a new copy of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Namjoon didn’t know if he could call this vacation, at first he had wanted nothing but get back to the company and continue working with the rest of the boys, he had wanted that but at the same time he knew he needed the time off. His stress levels had been incredibly high the past few months, the process of his mixtape had stuck, his writing had stuck, he couldn’t learn any of the new dance moves and he couldn’t focus on the planning of the projects ahead. His head hurt thinking about it, even if a part of him wanted to be up his neck with work at Big Hit. 

It had been taking a toll on him to the point were it was affecting his health, and thus the managers and the CEO decided to give him a few days off so he could clear his head and relax. Only that Namjoon hadn’t chosen to go back to his parent’s house, instead, he chose to stay in Seoul, but the manager didn’t allow him to just stay in the dorm since that wouldn’t be clearing out his head and then the whole thing would be pointless, so right now he was in a really nice hotel in Seoul, completely alone and comfortable since it was a luxury boutique hotel that offered great privacy for their guests. 

Well he wasn’t completely alone, not anymore. It was only two days ago that Namjoon had met you, by accident, he didn’t mean to meet anyone new, even less a girl, risking himself to be seen and be part of an unnecessary scandal. Namjoon didn’t plan on making a new friendship, but talking to you was so refreshing, it had an effect in him that the pool and the great luxury of the hotel didn’t achieve. It wasn’t that he had instantly and magically fallen in love with you, it was just chemistry, the way everything in life started, a spark of something in his brain that made him feel interested and made him push himself to not run out of conversation with you.

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Love Affair Part 1

Summary: Your married to Danny (Luke Evans) for a few years now. You guys started out strong, but over time the marriage slowing starts to fall a part. One night you decided to take off and enjoy yourself at a local lounge. There, you meet a man name Negan (JDM). He gives you all the attention of been needing and over time, you two begin to become close. How would things play out for the two of you? How would Danny take it once he finds out? 

Requested By: @mikki-hear

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 1

Chapter 1

For the past couple of hours, I’ve sitting in a beautiful elegant restaurant. I’m in my favorite black lace dress and matching wedges. My hair done, nails done, and make up perfect. I should be having the time of my life, but, I wasn’t. 

Because yet again, I find myself completely alone. Danny, my husband, once again forgot another anniversary. Just like he forgot holidays and birthdays, he just forgot them all. I tried calling, but I never got an answer back. I just got the check and headed on home.

When I got there, Danny wasn’t even home. Guess he was working late, again. I headed upstairs and got ready for bed, then went to sleep. I was only sleep for a couple of hours when I heard a noise from the hallway. I got up to check it out, it was Danny, drunk.

“There’s my girl.” Danny said, smiling as he stumbling into the bedroom. “How was your night?” 

“It was fine.” I said, crossing my arms as he kicked his shoes off. “Where have you been?”

“With the boys.” Danny said, falling back on the bed. “We were watching the game and had drinks. My team won by the way.”

“That’s good.” I said, as he turned on the TV. “Glad you had fun.”

“Everything okay babe?” Danny said, putting his hands behind his head and looking over at me. “You look upset.”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I said, nodding my head. “Actually… I’m not.”

“What’s wrong? Broke a nail or something?” Danny said smirking.

“You forgot again.” I said and he rise an eyebrow. “Our Anniversary. Our five year anniversary.” 

“Fuck.” Danny said, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. “Babe.” He looked over at me as he sat up. “I’m sorry. I had a long day at work and I just wanted to take my mind off of things. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night if you want. We can go to that sushi place that opened up.”

“It’s alright.” I said, shaking my head. God, I hate sushi, you should know that. “I think I’m going to go back to bed.” I crawl back to bed and laying on my side, looking away from him. “You should to, you got work in the morning.” 

“How about we don’t go to sleep and I…” Danny said, putting his arm around me as he start kissing my neck. “Can start making it up to you right now.”

“Please Danny.” I said, looking up at him as he looked down at me. “I’m not feeling well. I just want to sleep, please.”

He let out a sigh and nodded his head. I wrapped the blankets around me tight, trying not to cry. Danny always made promises that he’ll make it up to me, but he never does. He things sex is a cure all, when what would really cure it, is him just being there for me.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Danny said for me to be ready by seven so he could take me to dinner. I got ready and sat there on the couch, waiting for him. I kept looking at the clock, watching time go by. I let out a sigh, when I saw it was nine a clock.

 I did my usual routine when he didn’t show up. I went upstairs, got ready for bed and went to sleep, alone. And like his usual routine he comes in, making noise and smelling of beer. He would give me another excuse and another promise to make it up to me.

I really thought he was going to make it up to me the following week, my birthday. He had bought us tickets to the phantom of the opera, a play I’ve been dying to see. I got dress and waited for him to get home, so we could head out. 

Yet again, I was sitting there waiting and waiting. I shook my head when I saw he was already over an hour late. I started heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing myself all doll up and going no where.

“You know what?” I said, talking to myself in the mirror. “It’s your birthday and you deserve to go out.” 

I headed downstairs and called a taxi. I decided to visit a lounge that had just opened a couple of months ago. It was nice, wasn’t too nosy at all. I took a seat at the bar and order a drink. I just sat there, string it around as I looked at the happy couples.

“I should have just stayed home.” I said, in a low voice.

“Why you fucken say that?” I looked over at a man sitting next to me as he looked over at me. “So, why do you fucken say that doll face?”

“No reason.” I said, looking back at my drink.

“So it fucken has nothing to do with the couples sucking each others faces?” He said. I looked over at him as he chugged his drink and slammed it down. “Cause that’s why I was fucken thinking I should have stayed home.”

“Yeah.” I said and he looked over back at me. “That’s why I said that.” I went back to my drink. “This sucks.”

“Fucken tell me about it.” He said, waving at the bartender to pour him another drink. “I”m Negan by the way.” He offer me his hand. “What’s your name doll?”

“(Y/N)” I said, shaking his hand.

“Well nice to fucken meet you doll.” Negan said, smiling as he kiss my hand. Then he saw my wedding ring. “My fucken bad.” He let go of my ring. “I didn’t know you were taken.”

“It’s okay.” I said, string my drink. 

“So why are you fucken here alone? Where is your husband at?” Negan said, drinking his whiskey.

“I don’t know.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “He’s probably at the spots bar with his friends. We were suppose to go to the opera today for my birthday but, he never showed up.” I took a drink. “He never shows up.”

“Wait.” Negan said as we both looked at each other. “It’s your fucken birthday and your husband isn’t with you?” I nodded my head. “Take it hes going to say “He forgot”?” Using his fingers to do quotes. “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” I said, taking another drink. “He always forgets. Like our anniversaries, valentine’s day, dinners I had plan. Pretty much everything.”

“You know what? We need to get you a fucken cake.” Negan said, grabbing a menu and flipping to the dessert page “Which one do you want doll? Pick one out and I’ll fucken pay for it. I’ll pay for your drinks too.”

“Oh no Negan.” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want you to pay for me.”

“Too fucken bad.” Negan said smiling at me. “It’s your birthday after all. Now” He pointed at the cake slices. “Which one do you fucken want?”

“Alright.” I said smiling as I looked at the cakes. “How about this one?” I pointed at a cookies and cream cake. “We can share it.”

“That’ just happen to be my fucken favorite.” Negan said, smiling at me.

We sat there, drinking and eating together. We talked for hours, laughing like we didn’t have a care in the world. Laughing, god I haven’t done that in months. I almost forgot what it was like to laugh, what it was like to be, happy. 

Negan was so carefree and open, you could tell that by his cussing. It was over the top, but I liked it, it was, colorful. He told me about how him and his ex had broken up a couple of months ago, he was taking it a bit hard. He wanted to more and she wanted less, so he choice to walk away from it.

 He said he hadn’t been out the whole time til tonight and he was glad he did. I had to admit, I was glad we both decided to go out tonight. I needed this, I needed someone to talk to. Someone that made me feel like I was someone again and not a nobody.

It was almost midnight when we decided to head out. Negan called a taxi for us and made sure I got home. Lucky me, Danny still wasn’t home, but for once, I didn’t care. 

“So doll, this is were I fucken leave you.” Negan said, walking up to my door.

“Yeah.” I said, smiling. “Thank you Negan. I had fun tonight.”

“No fucken problem birthday girl.” Negan said, stepping closer to me. “Here’s a fucken birthday kiss for you.” He lean down and kiss my cheek. “Happy birthday (y/n).”

“Thank you Negan.” I said, blushing a bit. “So goodnight.”

“Yeah.” Negan said, looking down as he smile. He was blushing a bit too. “Goodnight doll face.” He looked up as he started walking backwards to the taxi. “So I’ll call you tomorrow and we can catch that fucken movie we were talking about. If that’s still alright with you doll?”

“Yeah that’s alright.” I said, smiling as I open my door. “But friends.”

“A course.” Negan said, smiling. “Just fucken friends.” He open the taxi door. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight Negan.” I said, going inside and closing the door. I lean up against the door and let out a happy sigh. “I hope you do call tomorrow.”

And Negan did just that. Anytime we had plans, Negan always showed up. When he was running late, he always gave me the ends up about it. God, he was so much different than Danny was. 

We were hanging out almost every day, if we weren’t hanging out we were on the phone. We were going to the movies, lunches, over to his place to watch TV, and we event went shopping together.  

It was like that for weeks and I couldn’t be happier. Even with Danny forgetting our plans or coming home smelling like booze, it didn’t bug me. Hell, the man didn’t even notice when I came home after he did or didn’t come back home till the next day. 

But like I said, it didn’t bug me, it didn’t bug me one bit. All  because I had Negan, someone that was always there. I was happy and I was grateful for that, grateful for Negan. What else could make me more happier? My question was soon answer, when me and Negan went to a local diner one day. That day, everything change for us. But would it be for the better? 

Love Affair Part 2

Note: This was suppose to be a one shot but it’s going to be too long lol. So most likely a three part one at the most. (Gifs props to maker/some mine)

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Back to Me - Bokuto Koutaro

AN: Honestly, I don’t know, man, I was in my feels and I was like you know what? I feel like making people sad. So I hope you’re a little sad after reading this.

I think my ideas stemmed from my college party head canons LOL. Enjoy I guess??? idk. should i write for other characters, too?


Cheers to drunk phone calls from your ex-boyfriend.

WARNING: Alcohol mention!


Bokuto swam through the crowd as it carried him from one side of the room to another. The entire house was vibrating with the bass, syncing up with the beat of his heart as he felt it a little harder to breathe. He felt the elbows and knees jab into him as he reached the alcohol, but his body numbed long before so they felt like light tickles. He giggled to himself as he poured another shot of whiskey into a sticky glass.

“Bokuto-san! Where did you -”

“AKAASHI-SAAAAN ~” he slurred, pouring another glass for his friend.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Akaashi asked, looking at the shot glass with disgust as it was handed to him.

“HELL NO!” Bokuto yelled. He raised the glass in the air. “If anything, I need more!! Bottoms up!”

Nothing tasted sweeter than the burn that trickled down his throat. The warmth in his stomach settled in like your arms wrapping around his waist. He remembered the way you would bury your face into his chest, and that’s when he knew he hadn’t drank enough. He remembered the way he would lay his cheek on top of your head and hold you close, never letting you go. The smell of your shampoo clouded his senses in the alcohol-filled environment. He frowned. If he could remember your name, your face, your touch, then he was much too sober.

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My North Star (pt 3)

Originally posted by jjilljj


Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when the new girl comes along? (LOL LIKE YOU HAVENT READ THIS KIND OF FIC BEFORE)

genre: angst, fluff, romance

Pairing: Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader

Length: ~2850 words

Previous Parts: part 1 part 2

A/N: Sorry for the delay on part three! I don’t have a set schedule on when to release though, but let me know if you want part 4! I had rewrote this part because I wasn’t completely satisfied with it, and I’m still not 100% okay with this either but I figure it would lead to the following parts a little better?

** Italics = thoughts

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Taehyung Scenario: When I Was Your Man.

Request: DO you think you could write a Taehyung or Yoongi scenario based off the song When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars? (lol the song played on my bus on Friday now it is just stuck in my head)

Genre: Angst / Drama.


Groggily Taehyung put his arms around you pulling you closer to his chest, you snuggled to his body getting comfy in his warmth which made Taehyung hum in content, having you close like this made him want to stay in bed cuddling you all day. He nuzzled your hair and neck to then try to turn you around but you went rigid in his grasp. He was confused, why you didn’t want to turn to him? Taehyung pulled you again but you just wouldn’t budge, he groaned and tried to make you look at him but when he saw your face Taehyung realized it wasn’t you.

With a gasp he opened his eyes, it was a dream, just a dream. Taehyung sighed and tried to distract his thoughts of you without succeeding, he remembered those times when events like the ones in his dream would occur every morning since you loved to stay over and waked up with him, at least you had loved it before, cuddling all morning and then have a late lazy breakfast, until Taehyung went out in a rush and left you wanting more, alone. He groaned and looked at the ceiling to not look at the wide extension of his bed, before occupied by you, but now it was empty, it had been like that since a year ago when you took the final step and left him.

It was sunday, he was free for the day so he decided to catch up with some of his friends and clear out his mind.
So went out to Jin’s place were he was sure he’d find Jungkook messing around as always, he also made sure to call Jimin to bring a few drinks or something, maybe a couple of beers would be good to him.

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fierce-and-little  asked:

Ohhhh since requests are open, that fic gave me an idea lol SO: imagine Balem telling reader he loves her for the first time? (Perhaps this can be combined with my request for a fic based on the song 'sun is shining' I send in a while ago?)

I went with what came to me, cause Balem is a little shit & refused to let me go any further. 🌙

Imagine: Balem telling you he loves you.


The sound of boots against the ground made you stiffen, and you gripped the railing of the balcony tighter as you felt his looming presence grow closer. There was no need to turn around, because you knew it was him, the aura he let off was unmistakable.

“I want to be alone.”

There was malice in your tone, far more than you originally intended, but right now you were far too angry with the Primary to care.

“And what is it, that would trouble my little bird so?”

You felt his fingertips glide along your arms, making your skin rise in delight at the sensation. It was hard not to react to his touch, but you tried hard to ignore the feeling of pleasure rising in your stomach.

“You know damn well, Balem.”

His hands stopped just at your shoulders, and you knew then you gained his full attention. He was never one to stop his relentless teasing when it came to pleasing you, so when he actually did, you knew you hit the mark.

Balem could sense the anger from you, it was practically rolling off in waves, and even if he knew the reasons behind it the very thought of opening up to you was frightening in and of itself.

“This morning-”


You cut the emperor off, turning around and shoving at his chest to keep him away. “This morning I poured my foolish heart out to you! Only to have it, embarrassingly, torn in two!”

His eyes stayed locked on yours, but his expression remained even, as it always was. It only served to build your rage further, and with a frustrated sigh you shoved passed him, long silver dress billowing behind you. The First Primary, however, did not accept your refusal so lightly and as you brushed by him he grabbed your forearm holding you in place.

“Little-”

“Don’t!”

You held your hand up, not wanting to even hear that pet name he gave you. Months, it had been months, and after everything he still treated you like some glorified concubine. You finally work up the courage to spill your love out to him, and all he did was stare. Stare! As if that was supposed to be okay, you would’ve taken him screaming at you over that blank stare any day.

You tried to free yourself from his grasp, but he was stronger than you and as you made to yell at him he leaned down capturing your lips in a forceful, yet passionate kiss. It wasn’t easy to deny the lovely sensations of his lips on yours, but you pushed weakly at his chest anyway. But, he only held you closer to him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Seconds ticked by, and soon you found yourself melting into his affectionate touch. With a soft pop of your lips, he pulled away, keeping the short distance between you two as he whispered out.

“No one understands me like you do…you must know that.”

He traced your bottom lip with his thumb, making you blush at the unusual action.

“I could not fathom the idea of losing you, and I don’t intend to. So if it keeps my little bird by me…”

He brushed his lips across your heated cheek, smiling into it as he finally said those three words to you.


“I love you.”


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A/N: He said with as much emotion a space brat can muster! 🌙


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My Little Man

Requested?: Yes @thejulietfarciertlove

Hi can I request mine its about me being a single young mom (17) and I keep it a secret from the pack and one day they find out and are shocked and hurt because I never told them but I explain it to them and I also add that stiles is the dad and he is shocked but happy happy ending thanks 😄😁😄😇

Stiles x Reader

So I made the reader 18 in this. I used Stiles’ real name for the kids name so if you don’t want spoilers (I’m sure everyone knows what his name is) then don’t read. Also, there’s like, one cuss word lol. Idk how to feel about this one but I did a decent job lol. So anyways, enjoy xx 



Leaving for school today seemed harder because Kyler didn’t want you to leave and you didn’t want to leave him either. You’d take him to school if you could, but the pack (especially Stiles) could not know about Kyler because you didn’t want them to think differently of you. You knew they were your friends and would most likely be understanding, but you didn’t want to risk it.

                It was exactly three months since you came back to Beacon Hills. Your family moved to Seattle two years ago for your father’s job as a surgeon. During the time in Seattle, you found out that you were pregnant with Stiles baby and you had no intention of telling him (mentally you slapped yourself for the bad idea.)

                Time went by and you had your baby at the hospital your father worked at. You were grateful when no one asked who the father was or questioned why you were pregnant at age 16. The labor went smooth and your mother was in the delivery room with you. The day when your water broke, you had a beautiful baby boy that same evening, you named him Kyler Mieczyslaw (Y/L/N). His middle name named after his father.

                Kyler was two when your family moved back to Beacon Hills and that was when you decided to keep him a secret. You kept your pregnancy off of social media and when you connected to the pack, you acted as normal as ever.

                You reached your locker and started pulling out the books for your morning classes when Scott came up to you, “Hey, (Y/N), pack meeting tonight at my house.” He turned his attention back to your locker door and saw a photo of Kyler. Scott did not know who Kyler was, “Who is that?” He asked, pointing at the photo.

                You quickly came up with a lie, “That’s my little brother.” You zipped up your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

                “Oh,” He said, his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly nodded while Stiles was the next one to pop up.

                “Hey, babe.” He said, giving you a quick peck on your cheek and leaned against the locker next to yours. “How goes it?”

                “Hey, did you know (Y/N) has a little brother?” Scott asked Stiles before you could reply.

                Stiles’ eyebrows furrowed and he looked at the photo Scott was pointing at in your locker. You mentally kicked yourself and should’ve put that photo somewhere else. “You have a little brother? Why did you tell me?”

                “I thought I did,” You mumbled and shut your locker door, “I have to get to chemistry. Bye, babe.” You gave Stiles a peck on the lips and bid a goodbye to Scott, telling him you would be at his house for the meeting.

                “Weird.”

                “Yeah.”

                After your last class of the day, you couldn’t wait to get home and cuddle with Kyler. Some days at school were easier than others. You were on your way out when you heard a voice behind you yell your name.

                You turned around and spotted Lydia speed walking to you in her heels. She finally caught up to you and both of you began to walk again, “You need a ride to Scott’s tonight?”

                Shit.

                You completely forgot about the pack meeting, you told yourself that you really had to be there but you also really wanted to spend time with your son. “I need to go home and change first,” You lied to give yourself some time with Kyler before you had to go to the pack meeting.

                “I can give you a ride,” You heard Stiles say as you looked to your left, he had caught up to you and Lydia.

                You were in the middle of denying them up they both insisted to come to your house. Lydia was almost ready to give up when Stiles mentioned that you had a little brother and they just had to meet him. Again, you mentally kicked yourself with the picture of Kyler in your locker.

                So, long story short, the whole pack ended up at your house to meet Kyler.

                You opened the door and your mom had been playing with Kyler when you walked in. He happily ran to you and you picked him up, feeling the same excitement as him.

                “Mama.” He said excitedly.

                Stiles stopped, “Did he just call you mom?”

                Your eyes got big and you looked to your mom as a silent cry for help. She knew that you didn’t want to tell the pack that you had a son, but she felt like you shouldn’t keep secrets from them either.

                Your mom got up and took Kyler from you, “He calls everyone that, even his dad!” She chuckled and started heading towards the kitchen with him until Kyler spoke up again,

                “Mama!”

                “(Y/N)?” Stiles asked, his hand on your arm. “Why is he calling you mom?”

                “My mom just said he calls everyone that…” You said, getting nervous that they’re starting to catch onto something.

                Scott shook his head, “Don’t lie, please? I can hear your heartbeat and it’s fast.”

                You took a deep breath and told the pack to sit down. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Liam all took a seat on the couch.

                “When we moved to Seattle, I found out I was pregnant…” You looked at Stiles, “With Stiles’ baby.” You waited for a reaction and when you weren’t going to get one, you continued. “I had him in Seattle and-“

                “Why didn’t you tell us?!” Stiles asked, shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

                “I-“

                “I have a kid and you didn’t tell me? My dad is going to kill me-“

                Before he could go on, Kira interrupted him. “Let her finish!”

                You nodded a thanks to Kira and continued your story of how you had him in the hospital and that you wanted to tell the pack about your baby but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “I know I should’ve told Stiles but I was scared… I don’t know of what but I was scared.”

                The pack all got quiet, they were hurt that you didn’t tell them in the first place. No one was mad at you, just hurt. The silence loomed in the room for several minutes before Lydia asked if they could meet your son. Surprised, you nodded and got up to find him.

                While you were getting Kyler, Liam said, “So she was my age when she had him since he’s two now?”

                Scott replied, “Yeah, so you better not get pregnant.”

                “I physically can’t.”

                “Let’s keep it that way.”

                Before Liam could ask what was wrong with Scott, you appeared in the door way with Kyler, who was smiling at everyone.

                “Everyone,” You began, “This is my baby, Kyler Mieczyslaw (Y/L/N).” You set him down to let him meet the pack. Lydia was the first one to scoop him up. Kira was next, then Liam, and then Scott. The last one to meet him was Stiles, who was a little cold at first, but once Kyler started baby talking to him, Stiles couldn’t say no and scooped him up.

                While he was holding him, Lydia made the comment how he looks just like Stiles and it melted his heart instantly. He didn’t know he had a dad side in him until Kyler looked at him like he just knew who Stiles was.  “Hi, little man.” He smiled.

                You smiled too, maybe you should’ve told Stiles sooner because you knew that he would be a great dad to Kyler.