much bigger than yours

Analysis: Astro as Boyfriends...

To the anon that requested this: I sincerely apologize about how ridiculously long this is;;; it’s like rly long i’m so sry but once you get me started on Astro as BFs, I could go on for hours, okay? like they’d be the best boyfriends EVER don’t fight me on this <3 T~T


  • literally the softest boyfriend in the world
  • always wants to make sure you’re happy and comfortable
  • if you’re not though
  • he becomes like this unstoppable pillar of emotional and physical reassurance and support <3
  • he’ll always snuggle you until you feel better
  • or until you’re ready to talk about whatever’s bothering you
  • loves to bear-hug you from behind
  • and just totally wrap you up in his arms
  • SUCH a good listener
  • incredibly patient!!
  • loves showing off for you but gets embarrassed about it easily
  • buys you little presents all the time
  • just lil things
  • like “i saw this and thought of you” type of gifts
  • bc you’re always lowkey on his mind
  • lowkey what am i saying?? ur highkey on his mind


  • let’s talk about skinship =u=

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Family drama

Summary (i lost the request)
: The reader is Veronica’s sister who went to private school for a while.  When her father is sent to prison she returns to her sister and mother, however family drama leaves Veronica wanting revenge, and she’s determined to squash your chances at a new life in Riverdale.

A/N: This was a HUGE request, and trying to fit it into a reasonably sized imagine was a struggle.  Like it’s the plot to a whole fanfic, that I just don’t have the time for right now.  I think I’m okay with how it turned out, and if you all want a part two, there’s definitely material for one.

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Word count: 904 words

Warnings: None

Originally posted by garslogan

“I like to start off my tours with a little bit of history…” Betty started introducing the school to you, but was quickly interrupted.

“She doesn’t need to know any of this,” Veronica snapped.  “Just show her her period one class and then we’ll go.”

“Ronnie,” you sighed, tugging on your backpack strap.  

“No!  I don’t allow traitors in my squad.” She tugged on the hem of her skirt.  “Betty, I’m sure she’ll find her own way.”

Betty sent you sorry eyes before letting Veronica pull her away.  

“I can do this,” you murmured to yourself, walking off in the other direction.

Were you used to not having your sister around?  No.  Had you managed on your own before?  Yes.  

However, Riverdale high was much bigger than your own school, and within just a few moments you were hopelessly lost.  

“Need some help?” You turned around to find a boy much taller than you leaning against some lockers.  “I’m Reggie.  You the new lodge?” His eyes moving over your figure, you nodded hesitantly.  “It shows.”

“Excuse you,” you huffed.  “Don’t be disgusting.  It’ll never work in your favor.”

“Don’t be snappy,” he took a few steps in your direction, arms crossed over his chest.  “It’ll never work in your favor.”

“Piss off, Reggie.” You looked over your shoulder to see another boy your age.  “You can get to know each other another time.”

“Whatever freak,” Reggie dismissed him, turning on his heel.

You smiled warmly, looking to the mystery boy.  “Thank you…”

“Jughead.  Jones, the third.” You laughed at the pacing of his introduction.  “You’re giving off this lost puppy vibe, and while I’m no tour guide, it’s unlike me to leave someone stranded.”

And so it was just like that, you had your first friend.  

You and Jughead were a good match for one another.  Both wonderfully pessimistic, dramatic, and sarcastic, you two made fast friends.  

It was a month or so after you started going to Riverdale high when you made something more.  As much as you both would like to say it was something unique, some strange scenario that resulted in you two together, but in all honesty, it was the usual fade from sitting on opposite sides of a booth at Pop’s, to cuddling on the same side.

“I still don’t understand, why is she so mad at you?” Jughead had asked one night, turning away from his laptop screen to catch your microexpressions.  You bit down on your bottom lip, eyes flitting to the table and then back up to your boyfriend.  

“I knew about our dad… before he… you know.  I didn’t tell anyone.” His eyes seemed to frown, blue pools reflecting the sadness you knew was in your own.  “But I mean, how could I?  Veronica is close with Mom, and so was I, but I was always Daddy’s little girl.  I think part of me didn’t want to think any of it was true.  That he couldn’t do such a thing… I was wrong.  And he dragged me down with him.  He told my mom, and then my mom told Veronica.   Veronica thinks I’m a traitor now or something dramatic because I didn’t tell her.  I lost a best friend, and I kinda deserved it.”

Jughead sighed, “You didn’t deserve that.  I don’t want to say she would’ve done the same thing, because honestly I don’t know.  But I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

“Thanks, Juggy.”  You rested your head against his shoulder, his lips coming down on your forehead.  

That was probably one of the better days, however soon it was obvious the plan that Veronica had been enacting this whole time.  

With Betty enlisting Jughead into the Blue and Gold, he was spending more and more time with Betty, and less and less time with you.   

“Juggy, I miss you,” you sighed, looking at him across the table in your regular booth.  “I don’t want to be one of those clingy people.  If you’re trying to distance yourself… because this isn’t working.  Then just end it.  I’ve been on the other side of relationships like this, and you don’t deserve that.”

Jughead barely looked up from his laptop screen which you knew had an article for the Blue and Gold on it.  “Yeah, yeah.  I agree.” You knew his words were just a product of him not listening, that he was giving a general response to fit into most conversations, but even that was enough for you.

You wrung your hands in front of you, shaking your head.  “I’ll do you a favor.  We’re done.”

“Wait what?” You turned before he could see your face, ignoring him.  On your way out, you caught Veronica in a booth just down the way.  You decided you’d confront your once best friend, the only thing you knew how to do well.  

“Veronica,” you greeted sharply, sitting beside Archie, opposite Veronica.  “I know you and I have issues, but I want you to know that either way, I’d be breaking someone’s heart.  I’m sorry I chose wrongly, and I hope one day you can stop trying your hardest to leave me alone, to leave me miserable.  You’re my sister, my best friend.  That will never change.” Her face was that of someone who was completely caught off guard.  You nodded a goodbye to her friends, shaking your head at Jughead, and leaving Pop’s once and for all.  

Flutter - Ch. 6

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 2,169

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The ‘girls night out’ was just as wild as you expected from Jieun.

It started off civil enough with dinner in a gorgeous restaurant, but two hours later you were in a private room in a club trying to make sure Jieun doesn’t fall down from the table, where she was dancing barefoot with a bottle of wine in her hand. 

Half an hour later she was sitting next to you again, crying that she misses Minseok, and you took that as your cue to call it a night. 

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Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

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“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  

Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”


“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

Auston Matthews - Trust

Anon: Heyy! Can you write an imagine about Auston Matthews where he has a day off for the first time in a little while and you’re his gf and get to spend a lazy day with him??

A/N: Listen, I love Auston. That’s all, here’s some angsty fluff. Also, the song I picked for this imagine makes the BIGGEST difference when reading it, I highly recommend. Also edited this on my phone so I’m sorry for any mistakes!  

Warning/s: Mentions of cheating kinda 

Word count: 1,109

Song: The Girl - City and Colour (listen to this song and read this and cry)

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The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 6

Originally posted by bangsongguk

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.
Genre: Angst, Mafia life.
Member: Jongup.
Word Count: 2048.
Description: What was it that made Jongup so determined to have you? Is it simple or more complicated than one could handle?

Jongup was never a social child, his nightmare was when his father would knock on the door to his playroom to tell him he had to greet his guests. He was the child that hid behind his father’s legs as he timidly looked up at the frightening men his father mingled with, his business partners Mr Moon told Jongup.

“It would be a shame for such a well known mafia to fall apart because of the next leader in line” Jongup was only four at the time and though he didn’t understand what that man was talking about, his words left an unhealable wound in Jongup’s heart, he spent forever thinking about it. Until he was seven years old and things started to make sense.

Why he didn’t get to go to school, why he didn’t get to go outside and play very often and why there were always such scary looking men visiting his father, everything began making sense to Jongup. And he figured out why he had to be the best, the best of the best, the top of the list and the person that sent a shiver down your spine just by hearing his name because you knew what he was capable of.

Because it would be a shame for his father’s mafia to fall into a pitiful pool of shame and embarrassment.

Not long after Jongup turned seven his father had taken him with him to work for the first time. Jongup was astonished, it was every little boy’s dream but so, so much worse, it was every little boy’s nightmare.

The guns were used in such malicious ways, so many of the men his father worked with had lost their sanity and their sense of humanity long before he was brought into the world by his mother. The sight of the main building sent shivers down his small spine and though his eyes were curious Jongup kept them to the floor to stop as much of it haunting him as he could.

When Jongup was eight years old he was forced to go to work with Mr Moon for the millionth time. Jongup just knew it was going to be another horror-filled day. I only his mother was here to protect him, he wished for her so desperately, with all his little heart, but she never came to his rescue, forcing him to follow his father out the front door of his house every morning.

Jongup was ready, he had pep talked himself as much as an eight-year-old could prep themselves. He was ready for the angry shouts, gunshots ringing in the air, the smell of cigarettes and angry men shouting everywhere he went. But when the car finally came to stop Jongup’s young mind was put into shock, it was a house, a simple, normal looking house and the person opening the door was calm, he was smiling a truly happy albeit nervous smile to his father.

“And this must be young Jongup, what a fine young man you’re growing into” His hair was ruffled and he looked at the owner of the hand, the man who opened the door in astonishment. This man was nice. This man showed no intentions of anything sinful, nothing harmful and nothing against the law.

Mr Moon’s hand on Jongup’s back pushed him into the house, rather gently, like he always was when none of his work partners were watching. Because if this was a work partner he wouldn’t dare touch his son in front of them.

He was told to take his shoes off like the polite guest he was and he looked up into the eyes of the house’s owner and the tall man smiled down at Jongup.

“My daughter Y/N is waiting in the lounge room, you are more than welcome to play with her” The man spoke and Jongup stood dumbfounded.

“Thank you, sir” He sputtered and bowed, and then he rushed to follow the adults into the lounge room. Jongup was waiting for it, a gun to be shown or angry shouts, it was only a matter of time before it would all start and the false atmosphere he felt would reveal what it truly was to him.

But there was no shouting, there weren’t even any weapons in sight, instead, just like the man had promised, a young girl sat tucked into her mother’s side shyly and there was coffee sitting in the kettle, ready to be poured for whoever wanted some. He could only stare, you weren’t brave enough at the time to look him in the eye. If Jongup knew he was shy than you were straight up antisocial.

“Y/N, would you like to show Jongup your toys?” Jongup hadn’t even realised he had spent the past however long it was staring, watching the shy figure in front of him with keen interest. You looked up at your mother and her question seemed to bring you out of your shell the tiniest bit. You presented a sweet smile to your mother, nodding before slipping from her arms and onto your feet.

You looked at Jongup expectantly, waiting for him to stand up and follow you to your room where all your toys were left waiting for you to play with them again.

“Go on son, I’m sure Y/N has lots of interesting toys to play with” Mr Moon gave Jongup a pat on the back with a chuckle and it was then that Jongup realised he was in fact yet to stand up.

“Jongup, come on” Your voice was so sweet, Jongup had never heard anything like it, he had never seen another child in the flesh for that matter, only ever staring at his TV in a daze as he dreamed of having a friend to call his own. You were holding your hand out, oh and how small it was. Jongup realised he was already so much bigger than you the moment he stood, shyly holding your hand and looking at his father as you pulled him away from the living room.

“These are my favourite toys!” You giggled, Jongup figured he liked that sound, the sound of having someone feeling a certain happiness with him, even if it were just for all the toys in the room.

“You have so many” Jongup gasped and you gave another bubbly laugh.

“My dad always said I was lucky, do you think that’s true Jongup?” You looked at him with your beady eyes gleaming at him, there was teddy stuck to your chest as you hugged it tightly and Jongup nodded.

“Yes, but I also think I am very lucky to see you and all of these toys Y/N” Jongup answered and your little mind thought Jongup had never been able to play with such fun things like toys before coming to your house.

“You can play with whatever toys you like Jongup!” You grinned and Jongup stared at you.

What a pretty girl.


“Jongup, you remember Y/N? Her father is in debt to us?” Mr Moon randomly questioned Jongup one day, much further in the future. Jongup gave a nod, of course, he remembered, he could never forget that sweet child like smile and that adorable giggle that sang innocence to him. Jongup was never given the chance to make another friend after that day, of course, he remembered the closest thing he had to one.

“I do” Jongup answered and Mr Moon gave a somewhat proud tsk as his head tilted to the side and he reached into his pocket.

“My son how she has grown, I was right you know, a beautiful young woman is what she is becoming” Mr Moon took a photo from the pocket of his jacket, he passed it to Jongup and his son blinked at him.

“You saw her father again today?” He asked and Mr Moon chuckled as he nodded.

“Of course, and Y/N was there with us, she’s the one who gave me the picture, she’s in high school now” Mr Moon grinned, it was as if he were talking about the achievements of his own child, not the daughter of the man who owed his family his life as well as his whole families but was somehow friends with Mr Moon.

She’s beautiful.

Jongup tried to stop his jaw from dropping, you had grown up indeed, and his father wasn’t wrong, a beautiful young woman you were becoming, your hair was long and you were thankfully still untouched by the darkness of the world which allowed you to show a bright and innocent smile, just like Jongup remembered it to be but matured.

“Wow, she’s growing up” Jongup commented. He wondered to himself if there was ever the chance that you could have gone to the same school, even if it were for a short amount of time, so he could protect to from harm whilst teaching you how to protect yourself so he knew you would be safe when he graduated.

But of course his father had never allowed him to go to school, Mr Moon was Jongup’s teacher in life, anything he ever wanted to know he would just ask his father, and of course that is what he was told when he asked why he wasn’t at school making his own friends. Because he did ask a lot.

“I’m raising you so you can lead this mafia with pride Jongup” Something he was told many times and the words of his father would play in his head of every time he questioned what he was doing with his life.

Right, because this is what I was born to do.

Jongup sighed and Mr Moon looked at him, straightening the jacket he wore and making sure his hair was still jelled away from his face. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands on the table in front of him as he watched his son.

“Jongup, there is an important part of leading this mafia I’ve never talked to you about” Mr Moon started, effectively earning Jongup’s attention and slight irritation.

Great, here we go again.

Jongup fought the urge to roll his eyes and Mr Moon took the photo from Jongup’s hand to sit it on the table, stopping it from distracting the younger male.

“You need to get married in order to be powerful. The most powerful leaders are those with a partner next to them” Mr Moon monotoned and Jongup tensed as he heard those words, marriage, he had never thought he would reach such a stage in his life.

“I know a lot of strong people with daughters that would happily marry you, it would bring strength to them as well, unless, is there someone you would have in mind Jongup?” The picture was right in front of him, it was as if your eyes were boring into him for an answer. Jongup had spent so long in the dark part of the world, he was the devil in so many people’s eyes and he had grown used to his fate. Jongup could never imagine turning your life upside down, but the smirk that had grown to stain his lips became visible as his eyes took in your figure and the picture was back in his hands.

“I already know who I want father” Jongup chuckled to himself and put the picture forward as if they were trading Pokemon cards among themselves.

“You want to marry Y/N? Are you sure about this Jongup? Her family is in debt to us, after all, remember, power Jongup power” Mr Moon’s eyes were widened, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was shocked by his sons wants.

“I know what I want father, you can consider this as the last of their payment to our family” Jongup grinned, standing up and walking away.

“I wouldn’t want to have anyone else” Jongup muttered, thumb swiping over his lower lip as he entered his room. Jongup kicked off his shoes and pulled himself out of his jacket before falling onto his bed.

“And now I just have to hold on until you are of age my princess” Jongup chuckled, as if you were really in the room, sitting next to him and listening to him.

This is shorter than I wanted it to be but I was motivated to get it done and this is what happened! Let me know if you all enjoyed it!

Unforgettable - Choi Minho (M)

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Author’s note: Here it is, the part 2 to Unrequited! I highly recommend reading part 1 first so that you’ll understand what’s going on in this installment. Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who read Unrequited and to anyone who’s going to read this - you guys motivate me so much, you have no idea. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think! :) ♡ (The GIF is mine)

You have gotten a little used to waking up to Taemin’s face during the morning because there were some nights that you would have an impromptu sleepover either at your place or his when one or both of you were really drunk and couldn’t get home but that morning, seeing his bare, lightly tanned torso and handsome face, you felt uncomfortable. And also because you were naked, which was completely unlike all the other mornings that you found him lying next to you.

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I is for Ice Cream

Originally posted by astronomielover

Summary: You had been living at Hilltop for a while, but you were unhappy there. Every time a group called the Saviors came for a pickup of supplies, you wanted to beg to go with them. One man from the group seemed to take an extra interest in you. His name was Simon.

Word Count: 1,766

Pairings: Simon x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, Language

Beta Reader: @i-am-negan-trash

Notes: This is the prompt I wrote for the Simon’s Thirst Squad’s ABC challenge. I love Simon and had so much fun writing this! 

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They’re here.

You were upstairs looking out the window with Gregory and Jesus as the Saviors entered the Hilltop gates. They had brought a lot of men with them, but only one stood out to you, Simon.

Gregory looked shaken. He hated when the Saviors came by unexpectedly. You couldn’t help that you loved it. They brought a little excitement to the dull life at the Hilltop.

Gregory quickly made his way downstairs to greet Simon at the door. You decided to stay in Gregory’s office instead. If Simon really wanted to see you then he could come looking for you. You took a bottle of tequila out of Gregory’s desk drawer and set it down on the coffee table. You sat down on the couch and grabbed a random book to pretend to read.  

Simon entered the house and immediately looked around the room for you.

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Adam| Child’s Play |Cole

Title; Child’s Play


Pairing; Adam Cole/Unnamed OFC, Marty Scurll/Unnamed OFC

Summary; She’s moving too fast, all he wanted was to hold her.

Warnings; NSFW. ANGST. Smut. No strings attached relationships. 

A/N; Two fics in a week!! I like playing with cliches and tropes and turning them on their heads. This is very, very different from what I normally write, so please let me know who you’re feeling. Drabble only, no intentions to continue past this. Leave some love or some constructive criticism. 

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Coldhearted pt. 10 (smut)

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Summary: Being new you knew not everyone was going to accept you, but he in particular couldn’t stand you

Previous Part  // Masterlist // All Parts

“You were jealous.”

His lips pressed against yours roughly.

“So were you.”

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Okay, but people…hugging Jaal. Cuddling Jaal. It would be the best thing ever. 
He’s a tall, buff squid kitty that almost sounds like he’s purring while he talks - and if that’s not the best combination, I will swing.

Imagine holding his big ass hand, probably much bigger than yours - just laying there, on your bed, with your head on his chest, everything’s good and life’s fine. There are things waiting to be done, but you can’t care less. All that matters is your goddamn octopus kitty and how warm and comfortable he is.

apocalypse? kett? some-harbringer-like-main-villain? don’t matter. squid kitty hugs.

Kylo Ren x Reader

“Please Don’t Leave Me”

Note: I’m now taking Kylo Ren requests so send them in!


It was only supposed to be another day. But you felt it. You felt it in the air, in the way he moved across the room. His thick eyebrows narrow and his dark eyes surrounded by sleepless dark circles. Something was different, and you couldn’t place your finger on it.

Kylo was tense, his shoulders hunched over the table as he looked down at his helmet. His gloved hands grasping at the edge while his pitch black hair fell in front of his eyes. He had been standing there for 20 minutes now. It was still early morning before Kylo would put on the helmet, concealing his identity for the day until he’d see you again. Despite your guys’ usual small conversations in the mornings with hushed voices and soft kisses, he was quiet, not saying a word to you. You knew something was wrong from the second you woke up. He was already up, showered, and dressed, not in his usual spot beside you with his strong arms hooked around your small body… The bed sheets were instead cold around you. Usually, he was the last one ready for the day, lazily moving about the morning after you with heavy steps. Sighing, you grabbed a shirt from the closet, noticing Kylo walk over to the table that had his helmet propped up inside it.  You buttoned the front of your shirt, walking slowly behind him. He could feel you there, nearing him. Your energy seeping out of your heart as you yearned to touch him, to say something. To comfort him. But you didn’t dare. Days like these… He became unpredictable. Even towards you. Fear built up in your stomach. Though he’s never touched you before, you knew how ill-tempered he was.

Pushing your voice out, it came out as a whisper. “Ben…” He only let you call him by his real name. It wasn’t like he could stop you, but somehow, it make his heart squeeze and his breath hitch as a shiver ran down his back. He loved it.

Watching him, you sensed his body only growing colder as the seconds went on, and you swallowed. He had been getting stressed out more easily, more frequently throughout the last two weeks. Ever since Snoke stopped his training. Kylo didn’t understand why, which lead him to ask more and more questions. Too many questions. Snoke would continually say. But Kylo was impatient, arrogant. You knew this, yet, despite your friends’ warnings, you stayed with him.

Striding towards him, you then latched your arms around his waist, pulling his back against your chest. He was much taller than you, bigger, so you had to wrap your arms tightly around him in order to interlock your fingers, but he didn’t mind the feeling. Resting your forehead against the thick fabric of his shirt, you breathed out and felt him relax a little. But that didn’t stop the coldness of his energy making you grit your teeth. “It’s okay.” You murmured. “I know how it may seem-“ Kylo’s head then shot up, and he pulled you off of him.

“No. No, it’s not okay, y/n. You have no fucking idea.” He ran his long fingers through his hair. Burying them deep into the raven waves that fell heavily around his pale face.

“It’s Snoke isn’t it-“

He shot a sharp gaze towards your direction, and you swallowed your words. Hesitantly, you reached out to him. Mistake. As soon as your fingers lightly grazed his chin, Kylo’s hand shot up, and he threw it down. His voice cracking as he shouted at you. His fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist. Pain shot up your arm and your fingers grew numb.  

“Stop trying to help me! STOP! JUST STOP! YOU CAN’T!” Suddenly you couldn’t move. His booming voice making tears stream down your face. His lips were quivering as he stood only inches from you. Your body was numb, straining under his pressure.

“Ben-“ Your voice was raspy, and you gasped for air. He had you under his grip. Holding you in his anger. The force swirled around you, binding you, choking you. “Ben-“

Suddenly, his face softened and his eyes widened. You felt him release you, and you nearly collapsed to the ground with weakness. But Kylo lunged toward you, grabbing you so that you didn’t fall.

“I’m sorry-Y/n I’m so sorry. Please-Are you okay? Fuck-Oh god-I’m so sorry.” Once you regained your strength, you pressed your hands against his chest, shoving him off of you. Startled by your sudden strength, he tripped back a step. But then moved towards you again. You held up your hands.

“Don’t, touch, me.” Your voice was hard, and it felt like you had just slapped him in the face. Guilt filled your heart, but fear still shook you to your core. Your wrist throbbing-you didn’t look down to examine it, but you could still feel his fingertips digging into your skin.


“I have to go.” Quickly turning around, you rushed for the door. But Kylo beat you there. He then fell to his knees. Before you could do anything, he had wrapped his arms around your small waist, pulling you against him. Burying his face in the fabric of your shirt. You stood there, shutting your eyes. Holding your shaky hands in the air, Kylo’s shoulders shook against you. Looking down, you then pressed your eyebrows together, and gently pushed your fingers through his hair. Moving his head back so he looked up at you. His face was tear-stained with red-rimmed eyes. Big, puffy, chocolate brown eyes. You felt a wave of sadness crash over you.

“Please-I can’t lose you. Please don’t leave me.” His voice wavered against the pressure of his emotions, and you clenched your jaw. Lowering yourself to the ground, he leaned into you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and pulling you tightly against him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him. Tears streamed down your face and you leaned your head down. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t-…”

You hushed him, closing your eyes and letting your tears soak into his shirt. “I know. I know.”

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

Originally posted by stormborn

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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How they propose (Men of Star Wars TFA)

Poe Dameron : “Look, I know you probably think I’m nuts for doing this in the middle of a war, but the when and where don’t matter to me as long as I get to be with you. Y/n, will you marry me?”

It takes you a moment to get over your surprise, but as you gaze into his warm brown eyes you realize that nothing would make you happier than spending the rest of your life with this man. Teary eyed, you accept. Poe presses his lips to yours tenderly, thanking the maker that you said yes.

Finn: “Y/n,  since I met you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You’re gorgeous, and generous, and so kind. The only future there is for me is you. I can only hope that you feel the same, but I understand if you don’t…Stars I’m messing this up. What I’m asking is-”

You cut him off with a kiss. Of course you felt the same! Finn was the purest soul you had ever met. You loved him like you had loved no other. Now that you knew he felt the same, you would spend the rest of your life showing him that you loved him more than life itself.

“I will take that as a “yes” !“ He chuckled against your lips.

Hux: “Y/n, I was filling out the form for my benefits this year and I realized that in the event of my passing you would be left with nothing.”

“I see…” You commented wondering just what in the hell he was on about.

“It would be a shame that I should work all these years, earning credits and a great many benefits for it all to go to waste. Wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose it would.” You agreed taking his hand in yours.

“And to think, all this could be prevented by signing the proper forms. Hmmm….” He hummed as though in thought.

“Just signing forms?” You asked agitated. You knew he would think you were being childish, but you could not bare the thought of him dying.

He nodded once, but seemed otherwise occupied by the report in front of him. You examined his hand. It was much bigger than yours and that for some reason, always made you feel safe.

“So why don’t we sign them, then?” You asked, already knowing there had to be some ulterior motive, though you couldn’t fathom what it might be.

“You think we should?” He paused looking up from his datapad for only a second before returning to the report he was viewing.

“Yes. It does seem like the logical thing to do.” You replied carefully.

You turned to find his ice blue gaze already on you. His eyes were filled with emotion. The sight was so rare it made your breath catch in your throat. Armitage leaned in and kissed you. His plush lips molded to yours for one sweet moment. He pulled away slowly.

“Alright, I’ll have my assistant procure a marriage license. It should take no more than a few days.”

Your bewilderment must have been written on your face, because his lips tugged into a smug smirk at the sight of it. Above the din of jumbled thoughts in your head you couldn’t help but think : /this/ was his way of proposing?

Armitage opened the drawer to his night stand and pulled out a small blue velvet box. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. The gravity of the moment didn’t begin to sink in until he opened the box. An exquisite band of intricate design showcased the brightest diamond you had ever seen. The chaos in your mind instantly quieted.

It was exactly your taste. You climbed into his lap and began peppering his face with kisses. Armitage took you into his arms, chuckling under his breath at your enthusiasm.

Commander Ren: Kylo tried not to make a sound as he entered your bedroom. Balancing the tray as carefully as he could, Ren reached out and touched your shoulder.

You opened one bleary eye to see a dark figure towering over you and shrieked. Terror gripping at your heart you reached for the blaster you kept in the holster at your bedside.

“Y/n, it’s alright! It’s me! It’s me!” He told you quickly putting the tray down on the night stand.

“Ohmystars!” You cried out, blaster already pointed at his head. “Kylo?”

“Is there someone else who has the code to your quarters?” His all too familiar voice grumbled.

You lowered the blaster and began to put it away in it’s holster.

“Yeah, well, why are you creeping into my room while I’m asleep?”

“I wasn’t creeping.” He scoffed in offence.

“Are those … dantooine flapjacks?” You asked catching sight of the tray on your side table.

“And cane syrup, a mandalorian orange, and a caf.” Kylo Ren looked almost nervous as he picked up the tray and set it carefully over your lap.

“For me?”

He nodded and you briefly wondered at the solemnity of it.

You cleared your throat, “uhm, Thank you.”

Despite the awkwardness of the moment, you were greatful. It had been almost a year since you had the chance to eat something so delicious. The cafeteria of the Finalizer offered food that was meant to strengthen your body, not please your taste buds.

You turned the little cup of cane sugar on it’s side drizzling it over the stack of flapjacks. It smelled heavenly. You cut yourself a bite-sized slice and stabbed it on to your fork. The first bite was everything it promised to be, warm and buttery and scrumptious. You took your time, even savoring the cake like texture.

Chocolate brown eyes watched with wrapped attention as you swallowed the bite. It was cute, but still unnerving.

“Sweetheart, will you sit down, please?” You asked prettily, knowing full well it would aid in getting your way.


He went to the other side of the bed and crawled in next to you. His size making the mattress dip much lower.

“Didn’t you bring anything for you to eat?” You asked, starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Not hungry.” He murmured wrapping his long arm about your waist.

You didn’t believe it for a second. Taking up your fork again, you cut another piece of flapjack, but instead of bringing it to your lips, you raised it to his.

“I’m not-”

You popped the piece of food into his mouth and awaited your scolding, but it never came.

Instead, he chewed and swallowed it down. You looked up at him fondly. His expression was petulant, but his eyes were filled with adoration.

“I love you, Kylo Ren.” His frown melted into a small smile.

“I have something for you.” Your eyes-widened as he reached into his robes.

“Kylo! Can’t you wait until I’m finished-”

“Not that!” He gave you a look of admonishment as he pulled a small draw string bag from where you guessed his pocket was.

“Alright, alright, don’t get upset. I mean, fool me once shame on you fool me twice…” Ren rolled his eyes at you.

“Y/n, you are the most captivating person I have ever met.” He kissed the top of your head gently. “I want you, I need you, I will love you always. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

The fork in your hand dropped to your plate with a clatter. “Are you serious?”


“But S-supreme leader-”

“Has already given his blessing.” He assured you.

“Oh…” You remained quiet for a long moment before you picked up the tray and set it aside.

Kylo cleared his throat. “Do you need time to-”

“No!” You interupted.

He flinched as if you had struck him.

“I mean, “no” I don’t need time to think, Kylo. Yes, of course I’ll marry you!“

He grinned widely. Heart full to bursting, you kissed his cheek, cuddling up against him, content.

_____________________________________________ I know that Kylo and Hux are longer, but I feel more comfortable writing them than anyone else. :”)
So, go to Paris. If you can’t do that, go somewhere. Take a road trip, a train trip, a bus trip if you must. Find a place that reminds you that the world is so much bigger than your heart and whoever broke it this time around. Go hang out by the ocean and trip out on its mammoth ancientness. Offer it your heartache—it’s big enough to hold it, to dilute it with all that salt and water, melt it away to nothing. Salt purifies. Take a dunk if you can stand it. You’re alive. That relationship was but one chapter in your long, long story, one little scene in your epic.
—  Michelle Tea, How To Grow Up: A Memoir
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“What do you mean the baby isn’t yours?” You asked, wide eyed in complete shock.

“It’s Jimin’s…” Tae began, his thick brows knitted together in despair and heartbreak, “There’s no way that the baby can be mine, it has to be Jimin’s. I can’t call the police and tell them about the accident because he’s the father of Yumi’s baby, I can’t do that to her… Or the baby.” His eyes welled up with salty tears, Yumi must have meant much more to him than you’d thought.

Cautiously shifting closer to him you rested your hand on his tense forearm to try and comfort him, however your efforts deemed futile as he brushed you away from his body and stepped back.
“Y/N… I don’t know what to do-, she doesn’t know that I know, that I’ve figured it out… I don’t even think she knows about Jimin and the car.”

“How did you figure it out?” Your voice merely a whisper as the shock of the situation pierced through your body, a cocktail of jealousy at how much your ex boyfriend cared about his mistress and genuine heartache for what he was going through. Yumi and Jimin were expecting a baby, and yet Jimin had no idea.

“The dates don’t add up, she must’ve conceived before we even had sex; and as for the accident… Ask Jungkook, you guys seem to be getting pretty close.”


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Bad Moon Rising [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

Summary: You somehow manage to get a flat tire in a bad neighborhood after your closing shift at work. An unlikely stranger is willing to help, as much as you’re unwilling to accept it.

A/N: Alright. Here’s my first go at this. I wanted to add more detail, but I think I’m going to end up making this into a short series (I already have part 2 written!) so I wanted to get through the inciting incident first. Hope y’all like it!

Warnings: Language.

The night was frigid and exceedingly dark, the heavy cloud cover blocking out any light from the moon. You hated working late, but that was exactly what you had done every day this week. Working late was one thing but working late in retail was another. At the end of a dayshift you could grab your stuff and leave. But a night shift just took it out of you. You had to restock and tidy up and didn’t end up leaving until an hour after the store had closed. Now you were exhausted and just wanted to get home, so you decided to take your shortcut. It would get you home faster but you had to drive through some sketchy areas first. During the day this wasn’t a problem, but now was nearly midnight and the city was basically dead. This route would get you home much faster, however, and all you could think about was getting in bed.

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{ when you're on your period // hamilsquad x reader }

{ happy thanksgiving! }


Alex notices the drastic change in your appearance. You would be in loose clothing as much as possible, were generally more sluggish, and much moodier. He tried not to bug you too much and always made sure you were taking it easy. You come first. His work is second whenever you’re not feeling so good. He cuddled up with you to make sleep come easier and popped in a movie or two to distract you from the pain.


Laurens knows what to do. He’s seen his sisters go through the same thing each month so he knows what to do when he notices your change in mood. He especially loves the change in your appetite. Your period made you much hungrier than usual. You and John loved to eat–one of your first dates being at a fair with fried food everywhere. He didn’t blink when you asked for Chinese or Mexican (or sometimes both). He didn’t make a comment when you reached for his chips. He loved you for you and found your newfound appetite to be cute.


Lafayette hates to see you in any kind of pain, so when your period comes he can’t help but empathize with you. He becomes even more sweet and more thoughtful, getting you whatever you needed whether it be your heating pad, another blanket, or another pillow. He liked to buy you an abundance of chocolate especially, coming home with bags of it. He’d sit with you as you watched a movie and would eat as much chocolate with you. Often it made you both sick, but it gave you another excuse to just lay around.


What you loved about Hercules was that even if he didn’t understand, he was willing to try. When he saw you curled up in bed or on the couch, he would sit by you, ask if you were okay, and if there was anything that he could do for you. Eventually, he got into the rhythm of what you were like on your period. What you loved the most was when he gave you massages. His hands were much bigger than yours but he was still gentle. He massaged your stomach when you were aching, and your back if you were tense. You melted into his touch and often, it made your cycle easier to bear.

A Bit of Help

Title: A bit of help.
Requested: @shhhspect
About: “ i was wondering if you are doing reader insert requests. If so can I get one were the reader is a long time best friend of Queenie, she and Tina notice the reader and newt like each other and decides to help get them together.” 
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Warnings: Some language. Being awkward. Cuteness??
Notes: It’s currently 12 AM and I have work at 7, but this has been stuck on my mind.

   You sat, perched upon the window sill of Queenie and Tina Goldstein’s apartment. The sheer drop from the height of the building made everyone beneath you, small; quite endearing, it was. You reclined yourself so that your sun-dress barely reached your knees, the way you liked it. It exposed the fine skin of your thighs and they got to relish on this sunny, New York day (though rare). 

  Waiting on Queenie to get home for her break was killing you, and ever since Tina had welcomed Newt into your life, you could not get his freckled physique out of your mind. It was quite terrible to be stuck in a loop, especially when you did not understand men like Queenie did. You were shy and withdrawn, barely did you go out of your comfort zone to talk to someone. 

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