no one had giffed it yet and i needed one so i took matters into my own hands

Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2

“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

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SF9 Reaction to their members flirting with their S/O

Request: anon: SF9 Reaction to one of their band members trying to flirt with their girlfriend

Author’s Note: (I changed it from “flirting with their girlfriend” to “flirting with their S/O” so it can apply to the non-female fans, as well!) Enjoy!

Originally posted by leesanhyuk

Inseong: tbh he’s the type to turn the whole situation into one big joke.

Inseong walked into the room to find you and Jaeyoon sitting particularly close to each other as he showed you some dumb video on his phone. He let out a loud, over exaggerated gasp as both of your heads snapped in his direction; startled by the sound. He dropped to his knees, fake crying and making his lip quiver, (like in the gif above), amplifying the dramatics by shouting,


You and Jaeyoon burst into laughter as you got up and walked over to your extra!boyfriend.

“Oh, hush you big baby,” you giggled, while playfully smacking his arm.

He then grabbed onto your leg and clung to it like a little kid begging his mom not to leave him.

“LOVE MEEEE,” he wailed, only making you and Jaeyoon laugh even harder than before.

Originally posted by ohjuho

Youngbin: He’s the type to immediately voice his disapproval, shutting the situation down then and there.

You had asked Taeyang to give you some dance lessons, hoping to improve your skills. Youngbin was already annoyed, and somewhat hurt, that you hadn’t come to him for help instead. But the final straw was when Youngbin decided to pay you a surprise visit in the middle of one of your sessions. He carefully peered through the glass window next to the door only to find Taeyang pressed flush against your body, with his hands on your hips. You could almost see the steam emitting from Youngbin’s ears as he stormed into the room and shouted,


“H-Hyung… It’s n-not wha-” Taeyang stuttered nervously.

“Save it,” Youngbin hissed before exiting the room.

That night it took you a good hour and a half to calm Youngbin down, explain to him what really took place, and how it would never happen again.

Originally posted by sf9

Jaeyoon: He’s the type to unintentionally display his emotions in his expressions.

His usual playful sass alters to a purely bitter attitude as he watches you and Inseong giggle at the funny cartoons he was drawing. He won’t necessarily speak up about what’s bothering him, but he doesn’t need to. One glance at him, and his body language mixed with his facial expression tells you exactly how he’s feeling. He also becomes very curt with his replies.

“Babe, look at what Inseong made! Isn’t it hilarious?” you ask, on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.

“Mhmm,” he mutters in a very low, almost inaudible voice.

It doesn’t take very long for you to notice your usually hyper and enthusiastic boyfriend to be moping around; not uttering a single word. Thankfully, prolongued grudges have never been an issue in your relationship. A few bats of your eyelashes along with some pecks on the cheek, and all is forgiven.

Originally posted by sf9

Dawon: This guy… He’s an even more dramatic version of Inseong.

You’re sitting on the couch next to Zuho as he reads you some new lyrics he’s come up with. He’s spittin’ fire as you’re nodding your head to his rap; feelin’ it just as much as he is. He ends the song with a smirk on his face as you bounce up and down in place, clapping your hands, and praising him on his new composition. Your bouncing gets a little out of hand when suddenly your foot stomps down on Zuho’s, causing him to double over in pain. You felt horrible and slid closer to him, rubbing your hand up and down his back hoping to soothe him, while bending over and apologizing relentlessly. Just as Zuho was about to speak up, he was cut off.

“OH, IM SORRY! DID I INTERRUPT SOMETHING?” Dawon shouts from the doorway of the living room.

Both yours and Zuho’s heads shoot up to find Dawon staring at the two of you, eyebrows knitted, trying to put on his best angry face.

“ZUHO, MOVE AWAY FROM Y/N BEFORE I BREAK THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE NOSE OF YOURS” he roars, as he playfully stomps over to you, grabbing your hand.

He yanks you up, (not hard enough to hurt you), and drags you out of the room with him, stopping twice to shoot Zuho his best “warning” look, (as shown in the gif above), causing an uproar of giggles from both you, and Zuho.

Originally posted by ksjinie

Zuho: He’s the type to immediately shut down; giving you the cold shoulder.

Zuho watched from afar as Youngbin showed you blooper cuts from their dance practice filming. He couldn’t help the glare on his face as he observed you and Youngbin, falling all over each other as your limbs grew weak due to extensive laughter. He slouched in his chair, sulking as he pulled out his phone to play with, trying to distract himself. Everytime he heard your cackle echo through the room, it sent waves of anger and annoyance rippling through him. Even when the two of you were finally alone, he was completely quiet, blatantly ignoring you, as you had done to him earlier. It wasn’t until you begged him to talk to you that he quietly whispered under his breath,

“Why don’t you go hang out with Youngbin?”

You felt a little guilty as you realized you had completely ignored your boyfriend all day to hang out with his best friend. You apologized and wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into his chest. You felt him let out a sigh as his body relaxed due to your embrace, while he mumbled,

“I forgive you.”

Originally posted by hwiyoungs

Rowoon: Like Youngbin, he’s the type to take matters into his own hands.

Rowoon made his way into the practice room in hopes of finding you. He left you alone for two minutes, and when he came back, you were no where to be found. Just as he opened the door, your laughter erupted throughout the room, causing his heartbeat to increase and a smile to make it’s way onto his face. You were sprawled out on the floor, and Dawon was standing in front of you, doing some of his famous impersonations. Rowoon skipped over to you and opened his arms for a hug, only to be ignored by you, as Dawon put on yet another funny face. The smile was wiped clear off his face as you hardly even acknowledged his presence. Jealousy boiled inside of him as he watched your attention remain on Dawon.

“Yeah, well, I can do that, too!” he spoke up, coming out more whiney than he intended.

He desperately tried to mimic the facial expressions and funny voice Dawon had just done, but it was so bad it was laughable; and he knew it, too.

You let out a small giggle as you told him, “Keep your day job, babe,” focusing your attention back onto Dawon.

Not knowing what else to do, he bent down and scooped you up in his arms. He ignored the protests coming from both you and Dawon, and walked right out the door. You knew from the get go that he was jealous, but you wanted to see how far you could take it. Upon telling him that, he was a mixture of both embarrassed, and jokingly annoyed; playfully scolding you.

Originally posted by my-sensationalfeeling9

Taeyang: Can someone say petty?

Taeyang woke up from his nap dazed and confused. When he fell asleep, you were lying peacefully in his arms; but now, the spot beside him was empty. The sound of “Roar” playing softly through the stereo system caught his attention as he stood up from his bed. He peered his head into the kitchen, and let out a sigh of annoyance as he watched you and Rowoon laugh while wiping batter on each others faces. He rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen; letting out a big yawn and scratching his head.

“Look who’s finally up,” you cheered upon seeing your boyfriend’s presence, “Rowoon and I got bored, so we decided to bake a cake.”

“It looks like most of it’s on your face…” he stated, while wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on the back of your shoulder; shooting daggers towards Rowoon, who didn’t seem to notice.

You giggled at his remark and explained to him the reasoning behind the mess, but he didn’t hear any of it. He was too focused on glaring at his friend. The rest of the time you and Rowoon spent baking the cake, Taeyang was right there, joined at your hip… literally… There wasn’t a moment he didn’t have at least one of his hands on you. And from then on, he made a mental note never to leave you alone with Rowoon.

Originally posted by feelsensational

Hwiyoung: Similar to Rowoon, he’ll disrupt any kind of situation he doesn’t like.

Hwiyoung had invited you over to the dorm to hang out for a little after practice. He had gotten first dibs on showering, and told you to hang tight while he washed up. He got out of the shower, and was changing into some comfy clothes when he heard you laughing from the living room. He smiled to himself upon hearing your sweet sound ring throughout the house, and hurriedly finished getting dressed so he could go and see what was so funny. His expression quickly changed to one of annoyance as he watched you chuckle at Chani making his famous duck sounds.

“Teach me, teach me!” you begged him, as you clapped your hands together.

“Chani your turn to shower!” Hwiyoung shouted as he walked into the room, grabbing your hand.

“But Inseong just got in the shower…?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy.

Hwiyoung pulled you up from the couch and guided you in the direction of his bedroom - away from Chani.

“Oh did he?” Hwiyoung shouted back at Chani, as he walked hand in hand with you, out of sight.

Originally posted by feelsensational

Chani: Chani’s a lot like Taeyang when he’s jealous, in the sense that he gets very clingy, and slightly possessive.

You texted your boyfriend letting him know you were at the dorm; wondering where he was. He immediately replied, apologizing and telling you that his practice with Taeyang and Youngbin had run a little longer than expected, and that he’d be there as soon as he could. 30 minutes later, Chani walked through the front door, giddy at the thought of seeing you. He made his way into the den, but stopped dead in his tracks, immediately clenching his fists at the sight in front of him. You and Hwiyoung were sitting awfully close to one another as the two of you stared at the same piece of paper. Hwiyoung had his arm around your shoulder, and that alone made Chani’s insides boil with jealousy. He took a deep breath before strolling into the room.

“Hey, whatcha guys doin?” he asked in the calmest voice possible. Hwiyoung immediately retracted his arm at the sight on his younger bandmate, who he wasn’t aware was back already. Chani took a seat right beside you, kissing your cheek, and wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“Hey, babe! Hwiyoung asked me to help him with his English, so I figured I’d tutor him for a bit while I waited for you. We’re almost done with the lesson if you wanna go shower real fast? You’re kinda smelly,” you laughed, jokingly leaning away from him while scrunching your nose.

His hold on you tightened a little as you leaned against Hwiyoung, pulling you back towards him.

“Nah, it’s alright. I could use a little studying, as well. I’ll just stay here until you’re done,” he replied, giving you a little smile, and another peck on the cheek.

Once you turned away, he glared at Hwiyoung, mentally vowing to never leave you alone with him ever again.

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”


“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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Bad Dracula (M)

(Gif Credit goes to Admin Smuttyfairy)

Genre: Horror/Smut/Romance

Summary: Lisa, your best friend, loves to party. You love quiet nights where you can dream about her friend Bambam. Bambam loves your smile, and your slender neck. A pushy invitation to a party, A wet dream that turns into a nightmare, and wait- are those fangs? (Vampire AU, Bambam x Reader, Best Friend!Lisa x Reader)

Warnings: Suffocation, Assault, Blood, Alcohol use

Word count: 6,136

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

Here’s something I’ve meant to upload for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy! (I promise I’ll write less Bambam in the future OTL ) 

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Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

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     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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The Way I See You

Genre: Oneshot. Fluff, getting together, friends to lovers, reality

Summary: Fiction. Dan’s shocked when he realises that Phil’s self-conscious about the way he looks. Apparently Phil doesn’t know that he isn’t allowed to be sad when Dan’s around. So Dan takes it upon himself to fix the situation - by complimenting something about Phil’s appearance every day. Trouble is, Dan isn’t very good at hiding his teensy tiny crush on Phil. (Originally written for the phanfic exchange from a prompt from comeonitsphan)

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 11k

A/N: This is the fic I wrote for the phanfic exchange quite a while ago ^_^ It was a really fun experience! I wrote this before the tour happened, so the radio show was still going on. Enjoy the getting together phan schmoop <3

Edited by the lovely OvereducatedAndOverworked, thank you so much for doing this on such short notice! <3

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“I can’t believe you actually said that!”

Dan’s voice was indignant as they crashed through the door into their apartment. He shook his head, a fond smile playing at his lips as he turned to regard his best friend, close behind him as they made for the kitchen.

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Behind These Bars: Part Two

Daryl Dixon Imagine

I’d recommend reading part one first.


Daryl is planning his escape, waiting for a chance to get out when the door to his cell suddenly opens.

word count: 1134

approximated reading time: 6 minutes

Daryl was sitting in the darkness of his cell waiting for a chance to make his move. He was a slave barely able to make it out alive whenever he was forced to work in the walker pit. Dwight was watching his every move and Daryl was longing for the day he could finally kill him. Between work and being locked away in the darkness he hadn’t really had a chance to plan his escape. There were barely any weak spots in the Sanctuary, but Daryl couldn’t stop looking for one. He couldn’t give up. He had made a promise and he was going to keep it.
He was taken back to reality when he heard muffled sounds coming from outside his prison door. He rose to his feet ready to fight as he heard the key in the keyhole. The light was blinding and for a second he could only see a dark figure standing in front of him with their hands on their hips.
“Wanna go?”, the figure asked and he immediately recognized her by the way she talked. That chirping sound, the way her words seemed to dance.
“How?”, he muttered unable to process what had just happened. She had been locked away behind multiple doors only Negan seemed to have the keys to and yet she was here, standing in front of him.

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Mutual Understanding||03

Wonho/Shin Hoseok x Reader x Mark Tuan

Word Count:3,261

Warnings:Warnings:Sexual Content(Soon Enough), Swearing, Mentions of Multiple Forms of Abuse in Relationships, Characters other than Wonho and Mark are not real. They were created to further the story.(We’ll see what else soon enough)

A/N:I’m glad to see a positive response to this series so far:) Now get ready for some real confliiict. I love writing dialogue. This chapter is real angsty. I didn’t completely proofread it because I’m sleepy so sorry for typos

The gifs do not belong to me. Credit to the owners:)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

You ran to the library, making no stops on the way. There was heat flooding your cheeks and you just wanted the feeling to stop. When you got to the library, you came to a halt, waiting for Mark to get done with his current customer. You took this time to calm down. Once Mark was done, you stood in front of him, unspeaking, just looking at him with a look that showed how flustered you still were.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked with a chuckle. He didn’t often see you flustered but when he did, he relished watching your chagrin expression.

“What’s wrong? Oh, nothing. Just that I’ve been embarrassed.”

“You? Who managed this amazing feat?” he joked with a face a feigned surprise.

“Your friend.” you said with a huff.

“Could you be more specific….or…”

“Wonho dammit! You should get your friend!” you whisper-yelled.

“And how did he manage that?” Mark asked leaning over the counter, eyebrow cocked up.

You didn’t even see him come into the library while you were laughing with Mark. You thought back to the events that lead you here. You definitely didn’t want to tell Mark about how you were staring and got caught. Getting stared back at was not something you really wanted to talk about either.

“Does that really matter?” you  ask, arms flailing.

“To get you this worked up, I think it does.”

“No, it doesn’t. Just know that you should keep your friend in check.” you say pointing a finger at Mark.

“Woah, okay now I definitely have to know.” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. Although thoughts of Wonho was still in the back of your mind, you forgot the majority of them while talking to Mark. You weren’t near the classroom anymore so there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about now. You passed some time talking to Mark before more people started coming in and of course, needed assistance. You told him that you going off to read a bit and walked towards your usual spot, expecting to have some peace and quiet, away from Wonho.

When you got to your corner however, you were a little surprised to see someone else, enjoying their own read.

‘Speak of the devil.’

You turned around, ready to leave when you heard someone clearing their throat. You turned around to find you-know-who looking up at you with a shy smile and a hand up, giving a small wave hello. You sheepishly smiled back, returning his wave.

“Where are you going? Weren’t you here for a reason?” he asked tilting his head.

“Yeah, but I just realized I could read just as well at home.”

“Well then let me take you.”

‘Damn it.’

“No, I’m fine. My leg doesn’t hurt today.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t know who could be lurking out there.” he stood up, walking towards you.

“It’s only 6 pm. I’m pretty sure I’m good.”

“Okay, that didn’t work.” he said quietly pacing a bit.

“Okay, I want to take you home so that we can talk again.” he said with a bright smile.

“Talk about what?”

“About why you ran out so quick today.”

You stood for a moment, contemplating if you wanted to talk or not. From your last talk, it seemed like he wasn’t a bad guy. He held good conversation and you had some questions of your own.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He flashed you a blinding smile, happy that you finally agreed. You made your way through the library and went to the front desk to tell Mark goodbye.

“Wow, you read something that quick?” he asked when you tapped his shoulder, turning him towards you.

“No, I’m going home. With him.” you said, pointing towards a grinning Wonho.

“Wow, speak of the devil!” Mark laughed.

“What do mean?” Wonho asked, laughing along out of confusion.

“Y/N was just–”

“Just about to leave.” you cut him off, giving him a quick glare

“So you say you’re going home with him?” he asked cocking up an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I meant, jerk.” you said while laughing.

“Okay, see you later then.” he said, laughing along. “See you later too Wonho.”

“See you soon.” Wonho said, a confused grin still plastered on his face.

You started walking but no one had said anything yet. You were preparing yourself to break the silence when Wonho beat you to it.

“So are you going to answer?”

“You didn’t ask me anything.”

He took a deep breath that seemed both playful and frusterated.

“I asked you in the library.”

“All I heard were statements, no questions were asked.”

He laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay then, let me make it a question once again. Why did you run out like that today?”

You stayed silent for a few moments before answering, fearing that your answer could somehow be the wrong one.

“You were staring at me…”

“So? You always stare at me.”

“No I don’t!” you raised your voice, getting strangely defensive. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t make him right either. You didn’t always stare. You just took occasional glances, you kept telling yourself.

“Then why do I always catch you?”

“How would you always catch me when you don’t even turn to see me looking?”

“Aha! So you admit you’re looking!”

You processed your words, knowing that you just gave yourself away. You scoffed at him and turned away, your face heating up again.

“I admit that I see you sometimes.” you said quietly.

“Then why get embarrassed when I look back?”

“Thing is, it wasn’t just you looking if you didn’t notice.”

“I noticed. I always feel someone staring at me. It’s pretty weird.”

“Anyway, I didn’t want all those eyes on me. Just like you said, it’s weird.”

He hummed in response, finally understanding what you meant.

“Anyway, I have a question for you.” you said, surprising him a bit.

“Now what would that be?” he asked, cocking up an eyebrow.

“Why were you staring at me today?”

He turned his head upwards, facing the sky a but before lowering his head.

“I guess I wanted you to feel how I feel when you stare at me.”

“Oh. Is it that weird? Sorry.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty weird.” he chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean it’s bad. Did you feel that uncomfortable when I looked at you?”

“Kind of, but like you said, it’s weird, not really bad.”

“Glad to hear that.” he said smiling.

You continued to walk in silence for a while before Wonho spoke up once again.

“I know it’s kinda out of the blue but I have a question.” he said chewing at his bottom lip.


“What do think of Mark?”

The question caught you off guard, surprising you a great amount. Why did he care what you thought about Mark? Why was it his business? Why were you contemplating any of what he just asked?

“What do you mean?”

“Like, I don’t know…”

“If you don’t know, why would you ask me?”

“Okay, I get it. I meant, like, how close are you guys?”

You went over the question in your head. How close were you guys? You were really good friends, that’s for sure. But it never really went anything past that. Yeah, he was attractive. Yeah, he was a nice guy. Yeah, he worked at one of your favorite places, but there was nothing really there that told you that you guys could get any closer. Like really, he was living across from you. He was nice but he was nice to everyone. You were close, close enough, apparently. But it wasn’t something you would really like to disclose to his friend, much less someone you don’t know that well.

“We’re pretty close…I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I guess. You got a problem with that?”

“Nope, you’re fine.” he said, hands thrown up in surrender. “But like, do you like him? Would you ever date him?”

Sure. Yup. Definitely.

“Why do you care?” you asked, your tone coming out a bit more aggressive than you intended.

“Just…curious.” he said, kicking a stray rock on the sidewalk.

Your complex was coming into view and you were relieved because the closer it got, the less tension there seemed to be. You were almost there when you were caught off guard by another question.

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

“I thought I answered all of the questions you had.”

“Nope. You forgot one.”

“Okay, what was it?”

“What do you think about me?”

Your heart felt like it stopped for a second. You just remembered the question and how lucky you were to be able to blow it off so easily last time. Luckily, all you had to do was speed up a bit and you could play it off again.

“Well won’t you look at that. I’m home. Thanks for walking me but I gotta get caught up on this book. Bye, see you later.” you said patting his back and making your escape. You sprinted up the stairs of the building and made your way inside. Your heart was racing and you knew it wasn’t just because of the little workout you just had. his question definitely caught you off guard but once again, he asked right when you were about to get home.

You collapsed on your coach, starting to drift off. You weren’t trying to think any deeper than this. Maybe he was kind of weird and maybe he was persistent about Mark but he was pretty interesting. It was nice talking to him. It was nice talking to someone new.

The next few weeks were filled with Wonho taking you home and you guys talking. They were fun talks and you started to know much more about each other. Half of the time, Mark even joined and you guys went out to get coffee or something to eat. Whether it be talking about something general or something personal, you were always enjoying the walk home now. You had even gotten comfortable enough with him to invite him inside. You guys would hang out and do assignments or still, just talk. It was a nice change but over those few weeks, there were some negative turns.

Although you were glad to have found a new friend, there were many downsides to this certain friend. When you and Mark started getting closer, of course, some people took it the wrong way. Some girls thought it would be a great idea to confront you about it and you replied calmly, telling them that you were just friends. It seems as though thy thought this would be a great idea with Wonho as well. You were just leaving class when a group of about 5 girls decided to trap you in a small circle, outside.

“Umm, what are you doing?” you asked, truly confused.

“I’d like to ask that. What do you think you’re doing?” a girl seethed, poison dripping from her words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving.” you said, trying to push through them.

“You’re not excused.” the same girl said, pushing you back.

“Now tell us, what do you think you’re doing with Wonho?” another girl spat.

“Doing with Wonho? Excuse me?” you ask, finally getting what this was about.

“So that’s what this is about.”

“Yeah, now tell the truth. You’re fucking him, right? That’s the reason why he keeps your weird ass around him?”

“First, it was Mark, Now it’s Wonho? What’s your fucking problem? Are you their fan girls? Are they celebrities?” you ask, anger starting to take control. You put your hands on your hips to try and control yourself. You didn’t want any fists flying. Yet.

“Answer the fucking question.” the first girl said, coming towards you and pushing you back a bit.

“We’re just friends! I don’t even have to explain any of my shit to you. Even if we were more, you don’t have the right to try and assault me to check the relationship status of your precious idol. Leave me the fuck alone and don’t come near me again.” you yelled. It obviously scared them a bit to see you not scared but what reason did you have to be scared? You could fight and if any hands got thrown, you’d still be justified. You pushed past the group of girls, some in shock that you brushed them off that easily.

That was only one downside to this newfound friendship. The other one was your other friendship. While you and Wonho got closer, you and Mark were slowly, growing a part. You still saw and spoke to each other every day. You still went by to catch him at the library but nothing seemed as intimate, as friendly any more. Mark still spoke to both of you but he didn’t seem…there, lately.

Although he seemed more distant lately, you desperately tried to keep your friendship going. Mark was one of the greatest friends you’ve ever had and you didn’t want to lose that. Even though you tried to, you couldn’t stop yourself from keeping him in a special place in your heart although you knew he wouldn’t feel the same. Even if he didn’t like you like that, you liked him liking you at all.

You stayed home today, no classes to bother you for once. You read, browsed through social media, and slept as if it were a marathon. It was your day to do with as you pleased.

It was 10 pm and you just woke up. That groggy feeling that people get when they just waking up was still with you even after 10 minutes. You struggle to get up, stumbling on your way to go make some food when you were greeted by a pleasant surprise. Someone was already making food for you and oh, how grateful you were. You hadn’t eaten all day and it was very kind of Mark to know you well enough to come over and make some for you.

“My hero!” you said, swinging your arms around his neck.

“Hey lazy.” he said, eyes still trained on the food he was preparing.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now sit down and let’s eat.” he said, pointing at the coffee table in the living room.

You hummed in content, moving to bring out some plates and utensils. Mark soon followed with food, feeding your excitement and soon, your stomach. You were thankful that Mark still cared enough t make you food even with how distant he had been lately. You were also glad that you guys had each others keys for emergencies. This was an emergency all right. Even this small gesture made your heart flutter. You ate in silence and soon sat down to digest after cleaning everything up.

“So.” you said, breaking the silence.


“What’s up?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood. There was an unbearable amount of tension in the room and you just wanted the mood to be lighter. From the dark chuckle Mark gave you however, you weren’t sure it wasn’t going to get any more cheery.

“What’s up with you?” he retorted, flipping the question back on you.

“Nothing much.”

“Same here.”

The silence settled in again but instead of a comfortable silence, the tension was thick in the air.

“So…what’s up with you and Wonho?”

“There’s nothing really up with us.”

“But you guys seem so chummy lately. You guys seem to talk a lot to.”

“Yeah, we talk a lot. He’s…interesting. It’s fun being around him.”

“What do you mean fun?”

You thought about it for a few seconds before answering, not sure what you meant yourself.

“I like talking to him.”

“And you don’t like talking to me anymore?”

The question took you aback. Of course you still liked talking to him. Hell, you loved hearing his voice even if he was saying something stupid. You thought that he was the one who didn’t like talking to you anymore.

“Why would you say that?”

He sighed, lifting his head up to face the ceiling rather than look at you.

“You seem to like talking to him more lately. You still come by and stuff but…it doesn’t feel the same.”

“That’s how I feel with you. I thought you were pushing me away.”

“No…that’s not it…”

“Then what is it? You seem even more quiet than usual.”

There was silence once again. You wanted an answer from him and you were not about to help him with his response.

“What…do you think of me?”

What’s with these guys and this question? The question kept being repeated from Wonho especially. It always seemed to come up in conversation but you always found a way to avoid it. It seemed like it was a harmful, playful phrase but he kept repeating it. It made you wonder why that phrase held such significance to him.

“What do you mean?” you asked after thinking for a bit.

“Actually, answer another question first. What do you think of Wonho?” he asked, his eyes shutting and his head still facing upwards, allowing you to see the definition of his neck.

“He’s a nice guy. He’s a good friend.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?”

“Would you go out with him if you got the chance?”

His question stunned you. Where did this come from? Why did it seem so important? You didn’t know where this was coming from but you weren’t going to lie. You trusted Mark and you didn’t want to lie to him.


He took in a deep breath and opened his eyes. He rested his elbows on his thighs and folded his hands. He looked down really quickly then brought his head up to look back at you.

“Now back to the first question.”

You bit your lip, worrying about the answer you were going to give. How would this affect your friendship. Would he hate you? Did Wonho tell him? You accidentally let some clues slip when it came to your little crush. Did Wonho rat you out? You were too nervous to tell.

“Well?” he asked, his gaze seemingly belittling you.

You still said nothing, keeping him in the dark for the longest. At long last, his gaze shifted from you but he let out a long sigh, voicing his frustration. He got up slowly, making you confused.

“Where are you going?” you asked as he made his way to the door.

“I’m going home. Call me when you feel like talking.”

With that, he gathered his things and put on his shoes, never looking up at you. He left without a sound. No slam, no brush of wood when the door closed, it was just silence. That silence left you uneasy, wondering what just happened? Why did he ask that? Why did he ask about your opinion of Wonho? You wen back to your room to fall asleep but found yourself wide awake with questions flooding your brain. You took your phone off your nightstand and opened Mark’s contact. You contemplated calling or texting him but you were still sorting things out. Right when you were about to put down your phone, a text popped up.

Mark 11:32:Good night

Even with the clear sadness on his face when he left, he managed to send you this text through whatever he was feeling. It made you regret your nervous silence. You should have told him instead. You were going to tell him for sure.

Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore



Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

Word Count: 1631

You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”



That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

who do you like? - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Originally posted by fearlesshadow

Summary: Sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in peace. That includes not having your crush interrogate you about your unremarkable love life. 

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for mild swearing, kissing

“Who do you like?”

I looked up from my cereal, my next spoonful suspended in midair.

“Wha?” The sound came out muffled against my mouthful of Cap’n Crunch.

“Who do you like?” Isaac reiterated. “You know, like out of the guys.”

I narrowed my eyes in skepticism, alarmed by his sudden query.

“…why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I was just wondering.”

Isaac rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table, his other hand propping his head up. His eyes twinkled in curiosity.

I’d woken up not even ten minutes ago, barely managing to drag my groggy form out of bed. I wouldn’t have even left the warm, cushiony softness had it not been for my agonizing hunger. I just wanted some food, opting for a bowl of cereal instead of trying to assemble an actual meal. That’s the kind of simple, minimal-level effort I intended to exert this morning. And now Isaac was asking me questions and making me think. That counts as effort.

“I don’t like anyone,” I brushed off indifferently.

“Yes, you do,” Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Um, no, I don’t,” I protested.

I was lying through my teeth.

The truth is, I actually did like a boy, a rather tall boy with curly hair and soulful eyes. He was currently sitting across from me, interrogating me about other boys, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the only boy I ever thought about.

But Isaac Lahey was way too good for me and I’d accepted that fact a long time ago. I was just a human, a mere speck compared to him and all his werewolf powers and golden heart.

“I know for a fact that you like someone,” Isaac continued, still prodding into my nonexistent love life. “Why else would you have turned Aiden down last week?”

“Are you serious? The only reason Aiden even hit on me was to make Lydia jealous,” I scoffed. “They have their little games, you know?”

Isaac nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, I was surprised he even kept up with Aiden’s activities. He still hated his guts from the bike prank.

“Fine. Then what about that other guy, Marco? He asked you to prom and you said no.”

“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “Marco was cute.”

Isaac’s lip turned up slightly, resembling something between a grimace and a snarl. His shoulders also seemed to elevate with tension.

“If he’s so cute, then why did you reject him?” he grumbled. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you like someone else.”

“Back up, Lahey. I rejected him because I don’t want to go to prom.”

With anyone but you, dummy.

“Well, why not? It could be fun. The theme sounds cool, Frozen and all. Plus, everyone else is going…”

“Are you going?” I interrupted, annoyed by his persistence.

Isaac frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”  

“Why not? It could be fun. The theme… something about Frozen…” I mocked, imitating him from earlier.

He grinned, shaking his head. “What, you don’t like Frozen?”

I sighed dramatically. “I can’t get into that right now.”

“Okay, then,” Isaac amusedly snorted. “So, why aren’t you going, then? Is it because you’re waiting for the guy you like to ask you instead?”

“No,” I whined. “I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t like anyone. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn’t ask me.”

“What?” Isaac reeled back, affronted for some reason. “What are you talking about? Why not?”

“Why would they?” I mumbled quietly. However, Isaac’s werewolf hearing preceded me.

“[y/n], are you serious? You’re like the nicest person I’ve ever met,” Isaac said incredulously. Then, he looked down, following softly, “Plus, you’re really pretty.”

I choked on my cereal, feeling my cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. Why did Isaac have to be so nice? He made it so hard to get over him.

“You don’t mean that,” I objected, flustered. “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend and you have to say it.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t have to say anything. I don’t go around telling Lydia or Malia they’re pretty.” Isaac blushed. “And even if we weren’t friends, I’m still a guy.”


So, I notice things. We all do. You should hear some of the things the pack says about you,” Isaac huffed, his fists clenching on the tabletop.

“What?” I piped. “You guys talk about me? Ugh, what did you say?”

My heart raced with anxiety. The other guys talked about me. And around Isaac, too. They probably all complained about my being annoying and useless, or maybe they all thought I was ugly and Isaac had agreed.

“Well, Scott thinks you have great legs. He won’t shut up about your legs.” My eyes widened into saucers. Well, that was unexpected. Especially since I always thought my features paled in comparison to Allison’s.

Isaac suddenly leaned back in his chair and looked down under the table. I was confused until I realized he was staring at my bare legs.

“Hey!” I giggled, kicking his sock-covered foot. “Stop that.”

He put his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry, I had to.” Isaac smirked. “Stiles agrees, by the way. Stiles also said you had a nice ass.”

My jaw dropped involuntarily. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. And when we train, Derek even checks you out. That guy really appreciates a pair of yoga pants,” Isaac stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh my god.”

My head dropped pathetically into folded arms. While under, I heard the scuffle of chair legs against the wooden floor. Below, I saw Isaac’s knees appear next to mine.

“I don’t know even know what to say to that,” I groaned into my elbow, turning away from him.

“You wanna know what I said?”


Isaac tapped my knee. I looked up at him, my breath catching when I realized his face was only inches away from mine.

“I told them all to stop,” he confessed. His eyes seemed bluer, more open than usual as they stared into mine.

“Why would you do that?” I whispered, not trusting my own voice. I wasn’t eager to hear him complain that he was sick of other people talking about me.

“Because,” Isaac began, using one large hand to sweep my hair over my shoulder, foiling my ploy to hide my face. “It makes me mad when they talk about you like that.”

My mouth suddenly felt really dry. His words, his touch–it was all too much. 

“Why?” I whimpered.

Isaac scooted his chair closer, gripping my knees and turning me towards him. I nervously wrung my hands together. Being this close to Isaac always made me jittery.

“Because I like you.”

I froze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked dumbly, not even trusting my senses at this point. If Isaac Lahey just said he liked me, then this was all a dream and pretty soon I would wake up, alone and frustrated.

Isaac merely chuckled, unfazed by my tactless response.

“It means I like you. It means I want us to be together.”

Fuck you, dream, you cruel bitch.

“I think this is a dream,” I blurted awkwardly. “A very vivid dream. Like, really lucid.”

Isaac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You dream of me often?”


“Because that’d be really hot.”

I gulped. Dream Isaac was never this bold. My subconscious couldn’t have imagined this fire in his eyes even if it tried.  

“Wait, so this is real?”

“As real as it gets.”

“So… you really do like me?”

Isaac nodded. “However, you just told me you don’t like anyone, so I guess I need to try to change your mind. You know, court you, win you over, woo you…”

His words elicited a shiver that went up my spine, electrifying nerves all along my arms and legs. My body moved of its own accord, leaning in closer to Isaac.

“Oh? How are you going to do that?”

“I was thinking maybe I’d kiss you,” Isaac breathed, reaching over to cup my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He edged closer, his knees bumping into mine.

“Yeah, you could try that,” I murmured.

With that, my eyelids fluttered closed as Isaac’s pressed his lips to mine. He was soft, yet firm as he kneaded my mouth, stealing my breath as a gasp escaped me. I arched closer, tangling a fist into his curls and tugged. He moaned deeply in response, the vibrations prompting me to hum contentedly against his mouth. His lips were slightly sticky and tasted sweet from the waffles he’d consumed earlier. I couldn’t help when my tongue flicked out to absorb more of the taste, the action evoking Isaac to snake out his own.

He was so warm and so skilled, even more so that I’d imagined. I clung to his shoulder, gripping the material of his knit sweater as our tongues intermingled, teasing and tasting. Too enraptured in the kiss, I hadn’t even noticed the palm that was now rubbing my thigh, inching higher and higher.

I finally broke away, panting for air. We stared at each other as our chests heaved in unison. Isaac’s hand still rested on my thigh, mine still clasping his shoulder.

“Well, I definitely feel wooed,” I announced.

“Me too, actually.”

I laughed out loud, flushing at his compliment.

“Thanks for the support,” I joked. I looked down at his hand on my thigh and absentmindedly brushed my fingers along the back.

“Anytime.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I giggled in response and tangled my fingers with his.

“Oh crap, I almost forgot!”

I looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.


Sitting up straight, he took my hand in both of his. He exhaled slowly and grinned mischievously. 

“Will you go to prom with me?”

I blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden proposition. Damn, all of this before 9 a.m.

“Isaac, I’d literally go anywhere with you.”

His grin disappeared, mouth parting slightly.

“Wow. I… yeah, same,” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, that’s a yes, then?”

I beamed at him. All I’d wanted from this day was a bowl of cereal, and I somehow ended up with the boy of my dreams. I’m so glad I slept for ten hours and woke up starving because I wouldn’t have come down for breakfast otherwise.

I grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and tugged him forward, connecting his lips to mine. Pulling away, I rested my forehead against his, giddy and satisfied.

“It’s a yes.”

A/N: Uhh this one may or may not be new? We’ll never know. Merry Christmas. x *thanks gif source*


Sometimes, you think you can connect to someone who you later realize you’re only attached to because they fill sort of emptiness that needs to be taken care of. This connection can reach to great lengths from playful dates around the block to sudden heated bedroom games under the covers. I never knew I, myself was doing it until I saw her. I always announced that I liked someone anonymous to avoid any further confrontation about my love life. I finally had my anonymous person.

I was a house party thrown by a close friend and was sharing a drink with Olivia, a former fling who I had been hanging a lot with recently. She was one of the few people I was comfortable around and no matter what people said, I still enjoyed her company and it sort of shifted into a whole new direction when I noticed her acting different. All of a sudden, she always wanted to be around me and it got a little overwhelming. I was never one to know to handle someone’s feelings so I didn’t give myself any other choice but to keep whatever it is she thought this was, going. We were having what I thought was a stifling conversation when she leaned in and kissed me. With no warning, just went straight for it. I pulled away, not even a second later and looked puzzled into her eyes as she looked back at me in dismay. “I’m sorry.” She muttered and walked away, flustered.

I sighed and took giant swig from my beer when I felt a forceful thump against my back, pushing me forward, leaning on the skinny table beside me for stability. Feminine giggles heard behind me as I saw another friend of mine with a new girl I hadn’t recognized but was responsible for breaking me out of trance from her clumsy actions. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She spoke, unable to contain herself. Her smile was the first thing I noticed, it was different; Her eyes, with a hint of nervous and unamusement. “Sorry Cal.” my friend, Blaire, pat my upper arm, smiling and ran off with the mysterious brunette, who quickly turned her gaze back at me and back. I downed more of my drink, furrowing my eyebrows and headed slowly in their direction. I momentarily made small conversation with people along the way so I wouldn’t make it too obvious I was following her. I tried to forget her but she kept reappearing wherever I went. With every person I spoke to, eye contact was rarely given because I could not stop looking at her. Her face was now plastered in my mind and so was her smile. She was definitely not afraid to let it stretch across her face. Her nose crinkled and she leaned slightly forward, sometimes covering her mouth to hide her insane smile. Before I knew it, the person whom I was supposed to be engaging in a conversation with was gone. I should’ve expected that.

My beer bottle was conveniently empty and I approached the table with the cooler in which they were provided and popped off the cap without an opener with my savvy skills. “Excuse me.” That familiar voice spoke behind me. She gave me that smile, for some reason, made me feel so different inside. I smiled back and stepped aside as she reached into the cooler and retrieved a bottle. Her body’s searching motions made me assume she was looking for a bottle opener and I turned momentarily to set my own bottle down to help her in attempt to potentially start a conversation. “Hey, I can open that for you, if you’d-” Pop “-like,” I chuckled, still finishing my offer to see her sipping from her self opened bottle already. “Thank you, but I think I’m all set.” She smiled through her teeth and turned to walk away. My first thought was what just happened as if it wasn’t simple enough. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Olivia standing there, fiddling her fingers.

“Oh hey…” “Cal, about what happened earlier tonight,” “You know what, don’t even mention it. We don’t have to dive into that. We both know we had a little too much to drink and shit happens.” Her eyes narrowed slowly down, sulking. “It’s alright.” I gave a small smile, patting her arm and her walking away. I broke out my trance once again as I felt a tap on the opposite shoulder. “excuse me… you must really like beer to always be blocking this cooler,” the voice spoke sarcastically. “I could say the same about you, you can really ingest a bottle,” “Actually, it’s for Blaire.” “What? Blaire can’t walk anymore and help herself like a big girl now?” I said shaking my head in Blaire’s direction while she stuck the middle finger at me grinning. She, however, smiled politely and shook her head. “Well, she can’t really open a bottle quite yet so I guess that’s why she has me.” Pop She set the water bottle I was drinking aside and tossed the beer cap in the basket. “Where did you learn how to do that?” “It’s an ancient technique.” “And I thought I was the only one who conquered the bottle cap trick.” “You must be Calum.” I blinked, taken back by her sudden knowledge of who I was. “I’m sorry, have we met?” I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “Uh no, Blaire just mentions who her friends are casually. She refers to you as, um, beer boy? And I assumed that meant it was cause of something like this.” “Nice. You know me, who are you?” “Y/N.” I held out my hand to shake hers and for the first time, I was feeling awkward around a stranger. “Thanks Y/N. I’m glad I can count on you.” Blaire bumped her shoulder, taking the bottle from her. “So… Have you met-” “Yeah, Blaire you’re about 4 minutes late. Thanks for trying though.” I sipped my beer, shaking my head. “Beer boy?” She broke out laughing. “Sorry I didn’t think that’d come up but since it did, now I know you guys talked plenty. I hate to break this up but our ride is outside sooo, I’ll catch you later.” She fist bumped me, clicking her teeth and pulled her away as she gave that familiar soft smile and mouthed a goodbye. I sat back down and started clearing bottles out of courtesy and I noticed a black rubber object peeking from between a few empty bottles. I pulled it out and saw it was a miniature bottle opener attached to few keys. I looked them over and saw Y/N scribbled onto the handle in silver ink. That little sneak. I quickly slid it into my coat pocket and with a smirk and walked away before anyone saw.

Doctor Knows Best

Summary: An assassination attempt by the Alexandrian’s leaves Negan injured.

Warnings: Negan’s potty mouth, blood, dirty talk, fingering.


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Disrespect - Part III

Word Count: 1013

Player: Tyler Seguin (Dallas Stars)

feat. the Benns and the Stars

Warning/s: consuming of alcohol, mild swearing, gif by @jamiebenntrash

This is a repost of my own work!

“Oh I am so fucked.”, you groaned when you saw who had just entered the bar.

You turned back to your friends and the bar, ordering another drink. You needed it. You really did.
You hadn’t talked to Jamie and Katie ever since that Dinner. You were so mad, you just wanted some space. Katie had called and you were pretty sure Jamie had hired Jordie to make them look less like bad friends, but you had ignored those attempts, making it clear that you didn’t want to talk about it.
But now, all of those things didn’t matter. Because half of the Dallas Stars had just entered the boy, cheering and ordering a lot of Alcohol.

“Yes you are.”, one of your friends giggled when a muscular arm was wrapped around your waist. 

“Y/n! Nice to see you here on such a fantastic evening!”, Jordie grinned, already tipsy.

“And why is it so fantastic?”, you laughed, gaining the attention of some of the players. Of course, they knew you, they were just confused as for why you were there. 

“Because we just kicked some Red Wings ass and this wonderful guy”, he said pointing to himself, “scored the game-winning goal.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case! Barkeeper, I’d like to order shots. For me and the bearded wonder over here.”

You watched as the barkeeper took your order and filled two pins in front of you, clicking your glass with Jordie’s. You downed the shot of burning liquid and waited until your throat stopped burning, but when it did, you actually smiled.

“And that’s why you are a great friend. Time to say hi to the team.”, Jordie continued, pulling you over to the players that had found a few tables at the end of the bar. 

“Jordie.”, you warned but he just chuckled and placed you directly in front of Tyler and Jamie. 

They had happy looks on their faces although Tyler’s altered slightly when he saw you grinning. He knew that the Benn’s had practically adopted you as their second sister, but he still felt some kind of jealousy, seeing you with Jordie’s arm wrapped around your waist.

“Guys, look who I found!”

“Hey.”, you greeted half-heartedly earning a glare from Tyler and a slightly happier greeting from Jamie.

“Heard you won.”

“We did. We almost lost but Jordie managed to get a breakaway goal. No idea how he did that.”, Jamie said, smiling about the fact that it looked like you were trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah, no idea how I did that either.”, Jordie laughed, pushing you down into the seat next to Tyler’s and opposite to Jamie.

What was going on? Oh no. Jordie really was working for Jamie. Shit. you were screwed.

“Uh sorry, but I should really go back to my friends.”, you excused yourself, trying to stand up. 

Jordie grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.

“Uh you’re friends are dancing. You don’t dance. You don’t have to go.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could hear Jordie starting a conversation with Patrick Sharp behind your chair, while Jamie was standing up.

“I’m gonna get you a drink, Y/n. Have fun.”, he said, leaving.

And that’s how you ended up at a table, next to Tyler in uncomfortable silence.
You didn’t want everything to escalate like it did before. So you took a deep breath and - for the first time since you had seen Tyler - actually looked at him. He was watching you, the way you were trying not to run, the blinking of your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something and Tyler’s gaze flashed down to your lips.

“I’m sorry. I was way too mean the other night. I was just really pissed off at everyone involved.”, you apologized.

“No worries. I deserved it. It was a stupid Idea, to begin with. But I just wanted you back so…”

“Wanted?”, you asked, not showing if you thought it was positive or negative.

“Want. I still want you back.”, Tyler corrected himself. 

He saw the way your eyes immediately dropped.

“Sorry. But it’s just what I want. I miss you.”, he stated quietly.

You forced yourself to look up again, trying not to look as sad as you felt. He was really making this hard on you. But could you really trust him?

“You don’t have to be sorry for that. It’s just that we didn’t work the first time. Why should it work the second time?”, you sighed. 

“Because I love you. And I know that you still love me. That’s it.”

“It’s not. If nothing changes, it will end the same way it did this time.”, you stated.

“No, it won’t. Because I was acting like a complete idiot. I should’ve respected you more. But I know that now, so I won’t make that mistake ever again. I will call you when I stay out. I won’t cancel dinner. Please. I know it sucks that it took you leaving, for me to realize this. But this is not over yet. All I am asking for is another chance. And if I mess up again, I’ll leave you alone for good.”, he pleaded, his eyes piercing through your skin.

You watched him for a second, your head doing the math for you. Could you do it? If he was ever that stupid again you would probably pack your stuff and move away or set his house on fire.

“And I’ll get Jamie and Katie to leave you alone too.”, Tyler added, hoping to make his case sound better.

“Fine. One chance. I mean it just one.”, you agreed breathlessly.

Tyler let out a breath that you didn’t notice him holding before he reached out for your hand and laced your fingers with his.

“That’s all I’m gonna need, I promise.“

balanced with a bit of sweetness

A/n: based on a tumblr meet-ugly prompt. Coffee shop au adrientte.

There’s always been something to balance his blessed life. There’s always been a little something to make his near perfection imperfect.

So in the case of his good looks, it’s something entirely unexpected and uncontrolled.

It’s revealed on a particularly lovely spring day. The sun drifts lazily through the lush ivy vines that drape the cafe’s window.

It’s easy to forget the rest if the world when the strains of bossa nova float lovingly from the old record that spins merrily behind the counter.

There’s just the perfect amount of chatter to keep the atmosphere pleasantly alive and he finds it to be a blessed morning as he scrolls through his social media account, chuckling slightly at the memes he’s absolute trash for.

Now when Adrien is ensconced in the world of modern day dadaism, there’s very little he notices.

As a matter of fact, he has yet to notice the pretty little barista that stares at him with absolute awe in her blue bell eyes.

She’s a new hire by the name of Marinette. And she thinks she’s found her soul mate. He’s gorgeous, yes. But beyond that, he’s got a Naruto pin on his otherwise professional brown satchel.

And there’s the Hyrule symbol peeking just over the collar of his cream cardigan.

But she’s yet to gather the courage to speak to him. It had been Rose who’d managed to get his order. It had been Kim who’d served it to him.

The vanilla cake sits invitingly at his table. A wonderfully, delicately sweet dessert that she’d expertly made and she’s waiting with baited breath for him to try it.

But it’s been ten minutes, and in between sneaking glances and filling bakery orders, she’s a little harried.

Disappointingly, the beautiful man…Adrien as she gathered from Rose, seems to be too engrossed in his phone to actually eat yet.

“Marinette, we need more croissants, quick!” Kim chides her, juggling a silver tray laden with a teapot and colorful little tarts.

She merely nods, quickly turning to the counter top where the dough waits to be kneaded.

Unfortunately (or not), Adrien takes a piece of fluffy vanilla cake into his mouth, still scrolling through his phone.

And then, in a matter if seconds, his entire body freezes. The tendons in his arms strain against the table and his face turns red until from his mouth arises the most horrifying bray.

It’s decidedly something between a cough and a shout, and it’s repeated in earnest.

“HOLY SHIT. The potential father of my children is choking to death.” Seems to be the first thing that rolls through Marinette’s thoughts and she’s already leapt over the counter and wrapped her slim arms around his torso before anyone else can say a thing.

Now here’s the thing about Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She once took a CPR class six years ago when she was still entertaining the idea of becoming a nurse.

She’d never needed to use her decidedly rusty skills until now, but soon she’s tucking her balled up hands just under his ribs and shoving them in and then up his abdomen.

He’s awkwardly taller than her, and his awful hacking cough has turned into deep heaves as she pumps her arms and tries to dislodge what he’d been choking on.

But heavy as he is, her movements are uncoordinated. Her body arches away from his back and then jerks forward at intervals every time she pushes.

(It’s all her fault. She shouldn’t have made it so dry, she thinks.)

But after a few seconds of fruitless rescue, he says between her attempts..

“Uh…uh…excuse…me.” He bites out, and it finally dawns on Marinette that her red-faced dream boy is absolutely okay.

Her arms fall limply at her side as she lets out a shriek of embarrassment and hides her face in her hands.

He can make out the slight stream of muffled apologies, and god, he’s mortified and he’s embarrassed a sweet girl simply trying to help.

So there’s the thing that balances his good looks. It’s his absolutely terrifying, horrendous laugh that sounds like he’s choking.

The atmosphere in the cafe is compounded by the stunned silence of the other baristas and customers.

Everyone waits with baited breath, some barely holding back giggles at what had turned from a heroic rescue to a misunderstanding in less than a minute.

“I’m so so sorry.” Marinette finally manages clearly, teary eyes peeking past her fingers to look down at him.

He merely shakes his head, cheeks still flushed and a hand threading through his hair.

“It’s…ah…not your fault…thanks for trying to save me…” He answers. And he finds that despite the misunderstanding, there’s genuine gratitude in his heart.

He offers her a conciliatory smile.

“It’s good to know that your customers are looked after.” He offers her and that assuages her embarrassment long enough for her to drop her hands.

“R-really?” Her eyes are wide and disbelieving, but still, there’s a gentle curiosity in her eyes that makes his breath stop.

She’s pretty.

“Yep.” He answers quietly, and his smile turns sheepish as they both remain caught in a lattice of embarassment, curiosity and star struck humor.

He begins to chuckle again, softer this time and Marinette has the good grace to let loose a giggle that borders in hysterical.

There’s a distant guffaw that and the slight humor that roils over the rest of the cafe lets them know they’ve got witnesses.

Rose is giggling delicately behind the glass countertop, and she can hear Kim’s familiar shrieking laugh from the supply room.

Eventually, the rest of them settle down and there’s just the two of them again.

“Oh…” Marinette sighs, wiping her sweaty hands in the folds of her red apron.

Adrien gives her a sheepish smile, and with a jerky movement, grabs his phone from where it had fallen on the table and turns it towards her.

“This is what I was laughing at…Gabriel Agreste’s foray into the avante garde haute couture.” He says breathlessly, his laughter straining his composure once more and he has to bite his lips to prevent it from wreaking havoc.

And Marinette has to hide her face again when she sees what it is.

Here’s another thing about her. She’s an aspiring fashion designer. Gabriel is one of her idols…and she thought she’d been the only one surprised by his choices for this spring’s lineup.

Because really, the metallic purple suit that was draped on the model was flashy enough without the giant butterfly wings that were spread out clumsily behind the piece.

On its own, it would have been enough to make her giggle, but it was the fact that the poster had photoshopped Gabriel’s stoic face onto the model, and then proceeded to somehow make the arms flap in the gif that made her laugh. It was wonderful.

The caption being “And Gabriel’s collection takes off this spring.” wrapped the humor into a wonderful little package that threatened her composure too.

“Oh my god. It’s perfect.” She gasps through her giggles and Adrien’s smile is large.

“I know right?” He guffaws and their conversation devolves into a pleasant stream of things related to fashion and humor and anime after that.

When he mentions that Gabriel is his father off handedly, he’s surprised by her quiet acceptance and minimal questions.

In the end, she takes her break early and urges him to try the vanilla cake.

He savors the bite, and a look of wonder steals over his face as he finally takes the time to appreciate it.

“It’s perfect. Moist and balanced with sweetness.” He crows excitedly and she shakes her head.

“You’re lying.”

“Nope. This is the best vanilla cake I’ve had. Believe it.”

Marinette nearly bursts at the seams trying to contain her laughter, but she’s glad.

Because there’s something to balance her earlier embarrassment and it’s this tiny moment with him in this cafe.

Adrien thinks the same thing, and perhaps there will be future moments for the two of them.

But for now, they’ll savor this little slice of pleasantry between them.


Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators! 

Requested By: Anonymous.

Based OnI just discovered your blog and I have to say that I really love it! Can you write a thorin story where the reader is his one and she is pregnant and he gushes to everyone about her having HIS child and he does his best to take care of her and is really protective and things like that. (basically an everyone lives AU, I’m still in denial) Keep up the good work, love. <3

A/N: Heya sweetie! I’m glad that you like my blog. Of course I’ll do this for you, though I hope you don’t mind that I used some of my creativity and made it slightly different from your request. I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, it took me all morning write it! Thank you for your request! <3 - Kat

Thorin x Reader.

Note: When Thorin finds out that his wife (you) is with child, he is over the moon! However, she only wishes for simplicity and not all of the commotion of celebrations. One day it grows too much for her and Thorin begins to understand that maybe he went over the top with his celebrations. The reader also learns the reasons for Thorin’s intense merriment. ( Shitty caption of the whole imagine, so forgive me! Read to find out more, I suppose, lovelies! ) AU WHERE EVERYONE LIVES.

Word count2,287 ( Don’t mind the length, haha! )

Warning’s: Reader has panic attack because of the attention and stress going on. Slight protective Thorin. Fili and Kili (I know that’s not at all a warning, but just letting you know). Happy Thorin. Cute Thorin. Fluff! Lot’s and lot’s of fluff. (If I have missed anything at all them just let me know!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Thorin, Fili, Kili or the company or any other character from lotr or the hobbit: Tolkien does!

Fatigued and weary, you lay there as Oin examined your condition. You felt entirely distressed and flustered as Oin examined the most intimate area your body possessed. “And?” Thorin pried for an answer that Oin himself did not know the answer to, just yet. “Is she or is she not?!” Thorin’s gruff voice was accompanied by impatient sapphire orbs.

Thorin!” you warned, rising and leaning back upon your elbows, shooting him an uncomfortable and angry glower. “Let him do his job!” you growled, irritable as ever. This was a scene from a nightmare!

“I need to kno-” you cut him short with a risen hand, your expression showing signs of intense displeasure.

“I would also like to know, but dear Oin has to do his job.” you argued wisely. “Besides, this is definitely not my idea of spending an afternoon!” and to that you flop onto your back, face red at your blunt honesty as Oin peeked up at you.

Thorin had not considered pondering upon how you felt about having someone examine you. After all, it had been his idea once he had found out about your morning sickness, to which you had replied with: “It’s probably just a bug! Nothing more.” but even so, you were wound up to get stuck in Oin’s healing chambers and get examined for nearly everything. You were the Queen of Erebor, for goodness sake!

“There!” Oin sighed, pulling back slowly, a smile curling and stretching upon his face, drawing the quilt over your lower half. Thorin stepped forward off of the wall, his full attention upon the matter, eyes flickering from you to Oin.

“Well?” he pried once again, tone lighter, trying for your sake of this.

“All of the signs are there, she has answered all of the questions in which I asked, correctly. She’s definitely with child.” Oin smiled brightly. “Congratulations!” he beamed, bowed his head to you and his King before scurrying off to allow the two of you a moment of peace.

“I cannot believe it!” Thorin exclaimed, bounding around to your side of the bed and flopping heftily upon the cot, causing it to creak and you to jostle. You let out an exasperated sigh, a huff being thrown from your lips at the impact of Thorin sitting down. “I could not have pictured a better time to be told such merry news!” his smile was intoxicating, contagious and your displeasure of having Oin’s examination suddenly flew right out of the door. You smiled softly.

“So, is the king happy?” you inquired, standing up, fixing on your clothing.

“Of course!” he breathed, watching you with nothing more than exhilaration within his complexion: And somehow Thorin appeared a hundred years younger in that moment.

“Good, I am glad. Though, if I am allowed to be honest for a moment.” you speak quietly and quickly, pulling your hair up and over one shoulder. “I wish for this to not be blown out of proportion.” you began to which Thorin rose slowly, face back to it’s stony expression.

“Blown out of proportion? Are you saying that the news of the Queen baring my child is not of news to be celebrated?” he accused and you sighed.

“No! I am not saying such things! What I mean is: I wish for you not to boast about it to everybody that you see.” you fire back irritably, folding your arms.

“But isn’t that the best part?” Thorin’s smile curled into a large grin, reminding you of Kili.

“Yes, it is indeed, but I know that you’d go to the ends of this earth and scream it out loud! Be a bit more sensible: Tell people, but do not boast. I have enough attention on me by just being the Queen, being your wife: I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, but all of this attention is still very new to me.” you wisely state.

You should have known better.

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fOoL fOr YoU (Jaime Reyes x Reader)


PROMPT?:  I love your images so much. You’re really great at writing. I was wondering if you could make an Jaime Reyes image. Possibly a fight before he goes on a mission then he returns slightly injured and fluff comes after? and I love that song imagine you did with Jaime Reyes, hips don’t lie. Could you write another with reader x Jaime again but with the song fool for you by zayn? Thanks! :)

A/N: thank you! i love this song and I’m so glad I get to write it! also, i haven’t done a double request it feels like in a while. This entire story is essentially how much Jaime loves you, so expect MAJOR fluff

WARNINGS: EXTREME FLUFF, blood, combat, minor cursing?, lots of kissing, just bold text = scarab

This love is tainted, I need you and I hate it
You’re caught between a dream and a movie scene
In a way, you know what I mean
When the darts just miss, I just can’t resist it

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Pretty Damn Respectable

Request: “Hi, this is my first ever request. I was wondering if you could do a story with either Sam and dean with the reader and it being her first time having sex? Hoping it could be really sweet but also detailed smut. Thanks” - @noodle2211

Pairing: Sam x virgin!Reader

Warnings; I mean, obviously smut, so there’s that

A/n: how could I not use this gif also sorry for how shitty this turned out. writing a fic at 2 in the morning probably wasn’t a great idea

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“So, then she tries to ask me for my number, and I swear, after the night we had together I almost gave it to her.” Dean told Sam, laughing.

“Dude. You need some friends, cause frankly, as your brother, I don’t want to hear about your conquests in that much detail.” 

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well. Anyways, that reminds me, how was Y/N?” He asked, smirking.

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Fine (BamBam HighSchool AU)

Request: Hii,can I request a Bambam Fanfic,he being the most popular boy at school,he flirts w me n dont get attention,he confesses n stuff,I hope I made any sense lol thanx 😊😊

Member: Got7′s BamBam x Y/N

Type: Fluff

“And our next presenter will be…BamBam,” my teacher cooed, looking down the list of names on her clipboard. “The floor is yours.”

I looked up from my novel and lifted a brow. This should be good. 

“Right,” BamBam nodded, slowly standing from his desk and wiping his palms against his pants. He bit his lip casually, shooting a few pouty looks to several females as he sauntered to the front of the room. 

He made me queasy. Everywhere he walked, he strolled as if he were a model. News flash kid, this was high school, not Seoul Fashion week. 

To say BamBam irked me was an understatement. As I watched him take his place behind the instructor’s podium, I nearly gagged. He was pompous, arrogant, and utterly popular. He was easily the most well known student in school, and everything I genuinely avoided. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him, and I just wanted to pretend he didn’t exist. 

“My paper…was on…The Hidden Dangers of Sword Swallowing,” Bambam nodded. I nearly choked on my spit as I stared up at him. A handful of nervous laughter appeared around the room as we waited, hoping he would continue quickly. 

“I went over the technique, as well as the complications involved in the hazardous occupation,” BamBam continued, his grin growing on his face. 

“BamBam, I hate to interrupt you, but did you hand a copy of your paper in? I can’t seem to find it for reference,” the teacher muttered, flipping through her pages. 

“You see, about that…” BamBam began. 

“Sit down BamBam,” our instructor sighed, shaking her head. “You can try again tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am,” BamBam chuckled. The class joined in his laughter as he strut back to his seat. 

I sighed, watching him move slowly. He walked with bedroom eyes projected, seemingly trying to seduce all of his classmates in the immediate area. He caught my eye as he continued forward, smiling only briefly before he plopped into the seat before me. 

I shook my head, trying to shake off the brief exchange. Just as I looked down at my book again he spun around, smiling gently. 

“Can I help you?” I hissed, not even bothering to look up from the lines of text I had begun to read. 

“Mmm that’s an awfully broad question,” he oozed, setting his arm on my desk. 

I lifted my brows, cutting him with my best icy stare. “The question stands.”

“Did you like my topic so far?” he hummed. “Did you think it was as…penetrating as it sounded?”

Dear God, just kill me now. 

“It sounded like you were foolish and unprepared,” I spat. 

“Maybe you could help me prepare? What are you doing after school?” he whispered. 

If there was ever a time in my life I had thought I had possibly died and gone to a very special version of Hell tailored just for myself, this would be it. Spend an evening with BamBam? I would quite literally rather gnaw off my own arm. 

“Not helping you,” I said bluntly, looking back down at my book. 

BamBam’s eyes widened as he gazed at me. He looked as if he had just been slapped across the face. “I…You…what?”

“I’m not going to help you BamBam,” I repeated, closing my book. “To be honest, I hardly like you, let alone strive to help you with a project.”

“You…why don’t you like me?” BamBam gasped, evident hurt in his voice. “Everyone likes me.”

“Then I guess it doesn’t matter if I don’t,” I nodded, stacking my things and standing. 

“Where are you…class isn’t over!” he said, his voice getting louder. 

I pointed to the ceiling just as the bell to switch classes tolled. I smiled to myself as I attempted my own BamBam-esque saunter away from him and out of the class room. Help the one person on the planet who annoyed me like no other? Yeah right. 

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!” I heard a voice pant behind me. I closed my eyes, trying to erase myself from existence. Surely it would happen if I thought hard enough. I tried so hard to be a quiet and considerate student. I flew under the radar and in most situations was known as “the smart kid who sits in the back.” I didn’t ask for unnecessary attention or any accolades, and yet, here I was, unable to shake the most popular boy in school. 

“What,” I hissed, spinning on my heal. BamBam stopped just short of running into me and gasped for breath. 

“Hold-hold on,” he wheezed, leaning against his knee as he tried to catch his breath. After a few moments and several curious looks from those passing around us, he looked up with a beaming smile. “I don’t think you understand.”

“Oh, and what don’t I understand?” I asked, now a bit amused by the situation. 

“I’m asking you to help me,” BamBam smiled. 

“And so?” 

“Well…” he said, furrowing his brows. “I’m me.”

“Precisely the problem,” I nodded. “Good luck Bam.”

I leaned against my palm, my eyes slowly falling shut. My history lecture was extraordinarily dull this afternoon. I tried shaking my head, leaning up in my seat again, but quickly fell back onto my palm. 



I looked around slowly, noticing someone was hissing in my general direction. I gave an exasperated sigh as I looked toward the hallway, noticing BamBam had appeared directly outside of my classroom door. 

“Mr. Kim,” I grumbled, lifting my hand. “May I use the restroom?”

“Oh…oh yes Y/N,” he nodded. “Go ahead.”

I nodded, giving a small bow as I stood. I quickly stumbled from my desk and into the hallway where I took BamBam by the collar. 

“This is unacceptable behavior,” I spat, pushing him against a locker. 

“I needed to talk to you and I was scared I wouldn’t see you after the last period,” he muttered quickly. “Look Y/N, you don’t have to help me.”

“I had no plans to,” I nodded. “But I’m glad to see your comprehension skills are already better than they were this morning.” 

“But I still want to see you after school,” BamBam continued. 

I lifted my brows, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to come up with something to say. Before I could speak, BamBam began to rush more words. 

“I mean, not to help me. Obviously, like you said. We established that. I want to see you to just hang out. We can grab a coffee, or go to the music store,” he nodded. 

“Why would I want to do that?” I asked carefully, completely confused. 

“Because maybe in a weird way you don’t actually hate me, but might like me just a tiny bit?” BamBam nodded with a hopeful wince. 

I breathed out a light laugh of disbelief. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 

“Found it I think,” he nodded, an embarrassed grin on his lips. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out just about all year. If you can’t tell, I’m really bad at it.”

“Ask…ME…out?” I whispered, shaking my head. I felt as if a fog had rolled in that I may never be able to get rid of. I hated him, didn’t I? He was the bane of my existence. Everything he stood for was something I loathed. 

“Yes, you,” he nodded. 

“I know you do dance club,” I continued. “Are you sure someone didn’t like…accidentally kick you in the head during practice? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two and no,” he smiled, closing his fist around my outstretched hand. He held my fingers for a moment and sighed. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles lightly. “I just…before you condemn me…I wanted a chance. A fair chance.”

“Why? Why should I give it to you?” I muttered, looking away, but not withdrawing my hand from his. 

“Why shouldn’t you?” he chuckled, rubbing his thumb lightly across where he had kissed. 

“Mr. Kim is going to think I fell into the toilet,” I whispered, looking quickly back to the classroom I had emerged from. 

“Mr. Kim doesn’t even remember his own wife’s name,” BamBam laughed. “Quit avoiding the question.”

“…well, you have to buy my coffee,” I whispered. My conscience began to shriek at me, setting off nearly every alarm I had internally set up for myself as the words escaped my mouth. 

“Of course,” he nodded, his smile growing wider. 

“And I want the biggest, most expensive one,” I continued. “And I have every right to leave whenever I want. Even if it’s mid sentence.”

“That’s fair,” he cooed. “Whatever works for you.” 

“Alright…well…fine.” I nodded, my face contorted. I was disgusted with myself. 



Originally posted by mauloveskpop