no one requested this i just felt like doing it

Why Commenting On FanFiction Is Important

Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.

I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.

When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.

I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”

Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”

That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.

After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.

Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.

A few hours later, I get this comment:

I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.

In four days.

It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.

Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”

The third time Eleven run away was on the 23rd of May, 1985.

Mike Wheeler thought he had dealt with his father’s lack of care long time ago, but that day was just too much. Way too much.

An F on a test he really studied hard for, he really tried, but couldn’t focus enough, due to one of the panic attacks that he started having after the events of last year, and constant anxiety.

But, of course, his father didn’t know. Neither did his mom for that matter. Lately she was acting almost as distant as her husband, with the difference that she seemed weirdly joyful.

Mike knew he couldn’t just spend his life worrying, but he couldn’t help it. He was constantly worried - terrified - that one afternoon he’ll find the cabin empty. He was anxious all the time, unless he called Will and heard that he was okay. He worried about his parents marriage, that was less of a marriage with every passing day. He worried about Nancy, who was studying so hard for exams she barely slept. He worried about Holly, that she has to grow up in the atmosphere of either constant silence or constant arguments. He even worried about Steve, everytime he looked at his face when Nancy was around.

Mike Wheeler was worried about everything.

Lucas once told him that he should sometimes think about himself, but how he was supposed to stop caring? He wasn’t like his father. He cared.

And when Ted Wheeler finally decided to pay some attention to his only son and it turned out to be scolding for messing up a test, Mike had enough.

‘I get it, you are not really a sports kind of person. But can’t you just get good grades, as it seems to be the only thing you can do properly, at least it used to be?’

He wasn’t even yelling. Mike wished he would yell, just once. It would at least mean he gave a shit.

He felt like he was six again, his father bitterly disappointed that he didn’t find pleasure in kicking a ball around.

'Shouldn’t you do something other than reading your books all day?’ he heard when he was ten.

When he was eleven, the only response to his excited statement, that he and his friends won the science contest was an unfocused gaze, a nod and bored 'That’s great, son.’.

When he was thirteen, he stopped trying. When his son was thirteen, Ted Wheeler didn’t care that he woke up crying almost every night. Neither did he care that the shadows under Mike’s eyes seemed to grow with every passing day. He didn’t care enough to ask why he was mean to teachers. He didn’t bother to ask, once, if Mike was okay.

He preferred to assume he was, because that meant he didn’t have to do anything. That he didn’t have to be a father.

So now, Mike suddenly realised that he was not okay.


'Michael!’ no yelling. No hurt on his face. Calm, stern voice, reprimand.

And Mike wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him feel the way he felt for nearly fourteen years, but he still didn’t care.

So he fled. He quickly put on his torn sneakers and ran, slamming the door behind him.

He ran until his lungs and muscles burned. He ran, going past the town’s centre, he ran far, to the deserted alley. He wanted to scream, to punch something, he was angry, so angry…

'Hey, Wheeler! ’ he heard a menacing voice. He set his jaw, turning around to face Troy.

'What do you want?’ he growled.

'What got you so worked up, Frogface? Missing your freak of a girlfriend?’

'Shut your mouth!’

'Or what? You’re going to punch me? Maybe I would be afraid if you were trying to throw a ball five feet away from me. ’

Troy’s cronies chuckled, approaching him.

'Hey, Wheeler, I’m actually curious. How does it feel to be such a failure that even freaks run away from you?’ he grinned with disgusted expression.

Mike’s fist flew first.


When Mike didn’t come over as soon as the school ended, she was disappointed.

When he didn’t answer her first supercom call, she was worried.

When he didn’t answer next five, she put on her blindfold and a hooded sweatshirt she stole from him a two days ago, focusing on his scent and warmth she could almost still feel.

Then she saw him, in the void, pushed onto the wall, his lip split, that mouthbreather towering over him, she was out of the door in seconds.


'You really thought you could beat me up, Wheeler?’ Troy chuckled, punching him in the stomach. Mike gasped for air. 'Maybe if I put you on a wheelchair, we could call you 'Wheels’? 'Frogface’ is getting old anyway. ’

Then he kicked his leg so hard Mike saw the stars.

'LEAVE HIM, ASSHOLES! ’ a strong, loud voice yelled, and suddenly the bullies were thrown across the alley, landing few feet away. Troy, on the other hand, was pushed against the wall, both with her mind and her forearm pressed under his chin, just as Hopper taught her. She saw Mike fall to the ground, groaning. She was seeing red. Troy’s face paled when he recognised her.

'Last time not clear enough?’ she was almost scared of the tone of her own voice. There was another voice inside her head. Voice sounding a lot like Kali’s.

He hurt Mike. You need to hurt him, now. He deserves it. He dared to hurt Mike. You should make him pay. You weren’t strong enough last time, will you be now? He deserves to be punished.

'E-el, don’t… ’ Mike’s voice, tense with pain, cut trough Kali’s taunts. 'He’s not worth it… Don’t… ’

She let him go, standing, frozen, breathing heavily. Troy and other boys ran, nearly tripping over their own feet.

She stood there, unmoving, until Mike spoke up again.

'You shouldn’t… come out…’ he hissed weakly, feeling like he could pass out any second. 'Put the hood on… ’

She broke out of her reverie, launching herself towards him, kneeling on the ground.

'Mike. ’ her voice broke. She was nearly shaking.

'I’m okay… ’ his voice seemed distant.

Just like him to say that with a broken leg, swollen eye, split lip and unfocused gaze, being on egde of unconsciousness.

'Fuck, Mike, you are not okay!’

'Stop swearing… ’ he said weakly.

'Can you walk?’ she took his head in her hands, panicked.

'Uh, maybe…’ he tried to get up but quickly laid back down, feeling like a wave washed over him.

'Shit. Shit, shit, shit. ’ she got up. 'Wait here!’

And she was gone.

'Yeah, I’ll just… Stay here.’ he muttered, barely aware of his surroundings.

El ran, heading towards the police station. She could barely breathe when she reached he door and swung it open with her mind. She bursted inside.

'Hopper!’ she yelled, ignoring bewildered looks of people around her.

Jim appeared in the door of his office, his eyes wide.

'Hey, chief, what’s going on?’ one of the cops asked with confusion on his face.

'Get back to work. ’ Hopper grabbed El’s arm and steered her outside.

'Mike…’ she gasped, catching her breath 'Hurt…’

'Get in the car. ’


When Mike woke up, the first thing he saw was bright light and white ceiling. Then, when he looked down, a mass of curly hair on his chest.

'El..?’ he whispered hoarsely.

Her head shot up and her fingers tightened around his palm.

'You okay, kid?’ then he saw Hopper, standing behind El with his arms crossed on his wide chest. Hoppers stern face had a concerned look on it. The chief laid his heavy hand on Mike’s head, ruffling his hair.

'Yeah, I guess. ’

'He’s not. ’ El spat, suddenly scowling. 'Those dicks broke his leg. ’

'Jesus, kid, where’d you hear that?’

'You. ’ she deadpanned. 'Are you going to find them?’

'First, you gotta tell me who that was. ’

They both looked at Mike, who pressed his lips together, forgetting his lip was split and groaned.

'Mike, if you don’t tell, I’ll show him. Or I’ll find them. ’

'No, I’ll tell, I’ll tell, okay?’ Mike said quickly and the room spun around him. He closed his eyes for a moment.

'It was Troy Donovan and his group. ’

'Of course. ’ Hopper growled and furrowed his brows. 'Little shits… Your parents are on their way, kid. ’

'Great. ’ Mike muttered. 'Can you cancel it though?’

'What? Your parents?’

'My dad. ’ Mike looked at the wall behind Hoppers back as if it had done something to her. 'He probably won’t even come, though.’

The same second, Karen barged inside, Ted following her quietly.

'Mike! Oh my god, Mike, what happened?!’ Karen looked at him frantically.

'I’m okay, mom. ’

'Is it that Russian girl?’ Ted looked suspiciously at Eleven.

'Since when do you give a shit?’ Mike muttered, clutching El’s hand. 'She’s not Russian. Her name is El… I mean Jane. ’

Hopper cleared his throat.

'If you don’t mind, I think it’ll be best if we talk in my car, Karen, Ted. Doctor said he’ll be right back. Mike is in good hands. ’

'But… ’ Karen started, looking back at her son, but Hopper steered them out of the room. The door closed, and El looked back at him.

'Why are you mad at your dad?’ she furrowed her brows.

'I’ll… I’ll tell you later, okay?’ he muttered, hoping she’ll think she moisture in his eyes was an effect of the pain. 'It’s just… He’s such a…’


'Yeah. Mouthbreather. ’

She sat closer to him and started running her hand trough his hair, remembering that was what Hopper did when she was sick. Mike closed his eyes, and a single tear ran down his temple.

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On The Edge With You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

My first Reid smut! Just an idea that popped in my head. PWP. Spencer Reid x Reader smut. The reader wonders just how Spencer gained his stamina in the bedroom, he shows her just how he gained that skill.

“Spencer, can I ask you something kind of,” You hesitated, “Personal?” You were both on his couch, you lying down with your feet in his lap. It was one of his rare weekends without a case or paperwork. You both opted for a quiet night in after going out to lunch.

“Sure?” He said looking up from his book, a little concerned. “We’ve been together for months Y/N, I hope you know you can ask me anything.”

“How do you last so long in bed?” You blurted out, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. You didn’t mean for it to sound so accusing. It was a valid question though, just the night before you came three times before Spencer even seemed close to finishing. It got you curious, and even a little worried.

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Hello!! I just found this blog like 30 seconds ago and !!!! I love it so far! I couldn’t find a set of rules, I hope I didn’t miss them but anyways; Could I please ask for romantic hcs with Ace & Robin?? Thank you!! Good luck with your blog lovely 💖💖

A/N: *sits down on the grass* …. this is my first time doing HCs EVER please don’t be too strict on me 🦆 (and thank you so much, I know this request is a bit older but I hope you still think the same about my blog!!!)


  • Let me tell you guys, Ace is probably one of the most romantic characters in the whole One Piece universe
  • Is a sucker for anything romantic like ANYTHING
  • Loves to give as much as he possibly can but gets extremely flustered if his S/O gives something back
  • “Ohh.. you got this for me? Oh.. Oh my god- I- wow- you’re perfect- I- uh, oh goD
  • Gets teased a lot by the other crewmembers but doesn’t care at all, as long as you like it he’s ready to make a fool out of himself for everyone to see
  • Makes the Whitebeard crew help with things, Thatch with the food, Marco with the right location, Vista with perfect decorations. He even threatens to burn all of their clothes if they don’t do it right…
  • …gets hit by marco afterwards
  • Loves to see his s/o smile at his presents/surprises/words etc.
  • Is very insecure, therefore always asks you about things, “Is this too much?”, “Do you like it?”, “Is this weird?” etc.  
  • Decided to ask Izo for help once, because if Izo doesn’t know the answer then no one does. “do you think they’ll like it?”, both of them once sat the whole night together and scribbled down plans for your anniversary
  • ALWAYS whispers sweet nothings into your ear, especially when he feels sad about his past :(
  • tries his best to make you feel wanted, feels like crap if he fails
  • Fell asleep once while you guys were out having a little walk by the beach
  • He wouldn’t stop apologizing for a whole week
  • You just grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his lips and told him to shut up
  • He was a red and giggly mess afterwards
  • UGH!!!! i love ace ლಠ益ಠ)ლ


  • My queen
  • Might not be as intense as Ace (surprise) but still has a sweet spot for romantic things
  • Loves to take a walk with her s/o at night, hands intertwined, swaying lightly back and forth
  • Talks not very much, but the more time you spend together, the more she starts to talk
  • Always has this cute smile with her eyes closed and head turned slighly to the side,,, YOU KNOW WHICH ONE
  • Sometimes, when you least expect it, puts a strand of hair behind your ear, stares into your eyes for a few seconds, smiles and then “You’re so cute.”
  • You melt, you literally just meLT
  • Tries to teach you how to read poneglyphs, but you fail miserably and just stare at her in awe
  • She notices quickly but ignores it, just keeps talking and laughs quietly at you staring
  • “Any questions?” - “Hm…? Oh! Yes. I mean no. No, no questions.”
  • Her favourite thing is when you recommend her a book, because “It reminded me of you and I thought you’d like to read it.”
  • She doesn’t need all of these extra things or expensive gifts s, your love for her is more than enough
  • Still brings you expensive things from time to time
  • “Robin! You didn’t need to get me this! This looks so expensive..” - “It just looked so cute and reminded me of you. I couldn’t help myself.”
  • You’re heart eyes for her and so am I, so is the rest of the world
BTS / They fall out of love with their S/O

REQUEST: how would bts react if they fell out of love with their current s/o and has already found love in someone else? can you do a post on that, please?

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: a lot of angst honestly, this is heartbreaking, i suffered while writing this

part two is here


Originally posted by yeonkidna

Jin was in no hurry to face his real feelings. He’s been in a relationship with you for so long that he wasn’t even sure if these new feelings in his chest were just because he admired Jisoo, one of his make-up artists, or because he had real, actual feelings for her. He didn’t face his heart because he felt like he had no right to. You were his girlfriend. He was supposed to be in love with you.

But pretending that everything was okay was starting to become difficult and Jin felt guilty every time his heart sped up when his phone rang because he was hoping it was a text from Jisoo. His guilt ate him up even more when he realized that he felt actual disappointment when it wasn’t Jisoo who texted him. It was you.

And finally, Jin couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he needed to talk to you because he couldn’t keep on living a lie. He knew very well that this would break your heart, but he had to tell you because he’d never forgive himself if he actually cheated.

As soon as Jin sat you down on a chair in your kitchen, you knew something was wrong. He had a hard time choosing his words when he told you about Jisoo, but you saw love in his eyes when he talked about her. And suddenly, although technically, she was the third person in this relationship, you felt like the thirdwheel position belonged to you. Like you were the obstacle that the main couple had to overcome in order to be together.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Jin concluded. “I promise I never meant to hurt you but it turns out, there are so many things I can’t control.”


Originally posted by armywithbangtan

It was just a stupid crush. Yoongi had plenty of them in the five years that he’s been with you, and never once did the crush grow into something else. Never once did he consider leaving you for someone else.

But now it’s been five months, and he was still hung up on her. Clearly, there was something wrong this time.

He tried to keep on living the same life, but then he realized that he started to stay out later so he wouldn’t have to go back to the house he shared with you. So he wouldn’t have to face you. Because although he was never unfaithful to you, he felt as if he still wronged you by letting himself develop feelings for someone else.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/n,” he told you after he returned home at 3am, and found you in the living room. You had stayed up worrying about him because he didn’t warn you he was going to be late again.

“Did something happen?” you asked him, feeling your heart beat faster, despite Yoongi returning home safe and sound.

Something was different, you could sense it.

That’s when he told you. Everything. In detail.

He told you how much he didn’t want this to happen. How hard he tried to stop himself from letting his feelings grow. How he avoided her. And then, how he eventually gave up because it was too late. The feelings were already there.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted to you after that.

“Do you still love me?” you asked him simply.

“I’ll always love you, Y/n. There’s no doubt about that.”

“Okay. Are you still in love with me?” you asked differently.

Yoongi didn’t reply but his silence was enough. Finally, he acknowledged his feelings, or lack thereof, and decided to end this. It hurt you both but continuing this relationship would have hurt more in the long run.


Originally posted by hope-film

At first, Hoseok hadn’t met anyone else. He just felt himself realize that his feelings for you were not as deep as they had once been. And that’s when he met someone else. This girl was a lot like you – he would later admit this to you – but she was also different. She drew him in, and he wasn’t sure if he really tried to stop her.

“Y/n,” he told you one night. “We’ve been together for a while, haven’t we?”

“We have,” you said, awkwardly. “Two years now.”

“Right. Have you ever considered that maybe… we weren’t meant to be together for that long?” he asked and then realized how that sounded. “I just mean, like, maybe—”

“Hoseok,” you stopped him, feeling your pulse quicken. “Are you trying to break up with me?”

He looked at you with a sorry expression on his face. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what’s happening but I feel like something’s not right.”

And he finally told you about how weird he’s been feeling for the past six months. How he avoided dates with you without realizing that he’s been doing it. How he felt his gaze drift to other girls and how he had to physically restrain from approaching them. And finally, he told you how sorry he was that this was the end because he had truly wanted a future with you.


Originally posted by joonjuly

The realization that he was falling out of love with you hit Namjoon like a ton of bricks. He tried to convince himself that this wasn’t true, that he still had feelings for you, but it proved to be impossible. He just didn’t feel butterflies anymore and he felt himself start to get annoyed by this play-pretend life. On top of that, he felt like it wasn’t fair to you.

While trying to find a way how to break this news to you, he stayed up late at a bar, not even drinking, just observing other people. And that’s when he met her. She was like rain from a clear sky. She gave him advice that literally changed his life and Namjoon finally found a way to break up with you.

But only when he looked you in the eyes the next morning, he realized that the advice she had given him was fantastic in theory. In reality, he wasn’t able to open his mouth. He was afraid.

He loved you. Of course, he did.  But this wasn’t the kind of love that he felt when he first met you. This wasn’t the kind of love that was shared between two people, bound to spend their lives together. This was respect, admiration, and friendliness. But no more affection. No more devotion. No more passion.

He broke through the chains that seemed to hold his brain captive and finally told you the truth, hoping to catch the breaking pieces of your heart and comfort you if you’d let him.


Originally posted by mygjhs

Jimin was horrified. He couldn’t believe that he was talking to a girl he met two hours ago, and he felt more excited about seeing her again that about going home to see you. The thought made his hands shake and he had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, analyzing his feelings. Soon, he reached a conclusion that he had fallen out of love with you long ago. He was just so used to being in a relationship with you that he didn’t even take a moment to consider his actual feelings for you. Feelings that, as he now realized, were no longer there.

And yet even this new realization wasn’t helping his courage. He still didn’t find the strength in himself to tell you that he no longer loved you because hurting you seemed like the worst crime in the world and he couldn’t let himself do that.

But he had to tell you. That was the right thing to do.

“Y/n, I’m about to turn into the biggest scum of the Earth,” he told you, three months after he had that talk with himself in the bathroom. “But I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You’re the greatest person on the planet and I do not deserve you. In fact, what I’m about to do right now, just proves how much I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” you asked.

Unable to look into your eyes anymore, Jimin looked at the floor instead. “Yeah.”


Originally posted by pocketofjeonbunny

Taehyung didn’t even realize he had feelings for someone else. He was a person who loved to talk to everyone, so it took him quite a while to understand that there was a certain person that he liked to talk to more often than he liked to talk to others. And that person wasn’t his girlfriend.

Once he finally understood that, though, he considered keeping it to himself in case this was just a crush because he didn’t want to destroy the meaningful relationship he had with you because of a temporary attraction.

However, two months later, the “crush” was still there and it was very clear to Taehyung, that it was no longer just a crush. So, he decided he had to talk to you.

After spending three days away from home to compose himself, he finally dared to ring your doorbell and face you. Although, in the few seconds that it took you to open the door, he considered to just run away and live in hiding for the rest of his life. His entire body was shaking when he finally saw you behind the door.

Telling you that he fell in love with someone else was the hardest thing he’s ever done and he was absolutely certain he’d never forget the tears that streamed down your cheeks after he told you goodbye.


Originally posted by jayfatuasian

He couldn’t believe it. He chased after you for months. He wanted you more than he ever wanted anything else before. He was in a relationship with you for almost two years now. And suddenly, all of that seemed pointless.

Poisonous thoughts that he tried so hard to push away clouded his brain and all he could think about while he waited for you to come home after school was that he was no longer in love with you.

Knowing very well that he will not be able to put his feelings into words, he grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, and with an aching heart, he wrote the last words he’d ever write to you.


It pains me to say this but something inside of me has changed. I have reached a realization that I no longer feel as strongly for you as I did once before. My heart betrayed me by making me fall out of love with you and I cannot describe how sorry I am. If there was anything I could do to make myself love you again, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I’m afraid there’s not.

I realize that this is the end, and as much as I don’t want to, I have to say goodbye. I will never forget you and I hope that eventually, you will be able to forgive me for not being good enough for you. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I wish you’d find your happiness again.


Cuddling A Nightmare

Fic Request: 

“I am so supper sorry I know u have a ton of requests and u did something kinda like this in bitter p.02 but can u pls do one were anti wakes the reader up from a nightmare and just snuggles and cuddles cause I have been having nighmares that won’t leave me alone? thank you o very much!”

*Screams* ANOTHER ANTI FIC! Woohoo! 
Hope you guys enjoy! 

Originally posted by doctor2110

His hand made you jerk into reality. You gasped, tearing away from Anti as you clawed at the phantoms that followed you from your nightmare. 
“Whoa,” Anti said, “Easy, it’s just me.” 
You shivered, suddenly cold. You felt the goose-bumps on your skin as you rubbed your arms, trying to get some warmth into them. 
“S-Sorry,”  You muttered, gazing around the room. “Bad..Bad dream.” 
“I could tell,” Anti said, irritation biting at his words. “I could hear you down the hall.” 
You winced, “Sorry. They’re getting worse.” 
Anti hummed, watching you with a slight glow in his eyes. The light from his gaze illuminated the room, scattering the shadows that started to mock the edges of your imagination. You sighed, finally calming. 
“Thanks for waking me, Anti,” You said with a small smile. “This is the third time you’ve done this.” 
“Don’t mention it,” Anti said, “But with this third restless night, I’m staying in here.” 
“Huh?” You replied. “You..You don’t have to.” 
“I know,” Anti said, gathering the messy blankets and throwing them over you. “But I can’t be bothered walking back to my room, now.” 
“Fine, but if you’re sleeping in here, we’re cuddling!” You snapped jokingly. 
“Deal,” Anti replied. His answer took you off guard, but you settled back into the blanket and snuggled against his side. 
Anti slept on his back, cradling you against him with one arm and the other resting over his chest. 
He was so much warmer than you were. He made a noise when you nestled against him. 
“Jeez, you’re freezing!” He exclaimed. 
“No turning back now!” You told him, hugging his side. “You’re committed to this.”
Anti grumbled and laid his head on your pillows.
With your head resting on his shoulder, you could faintly hear his irregular heart-beat. His breaths were slow and deep, a slight whistle slipping from his nose when he exhaled. 
He was already asleep. 
You closed your eyes, trying to sooth yourself into a slumber. But you found that sleep wasn’t ready to have you yet. 
You tossed gently, rolling so your back was against Anti’s side. You tried to find a comfortable spot, but no matter how you positioned your legs, they felt wrong. 

You sighed softly, trying not to wake the sleeping entity beside you. 
After another careful roll, you settled in the same position a few turns ago. With your back squashed against  Anti and your head on his forearm. 
It would have to do.
You felt Anti move behind you, he rolled against you, his right arm draping over your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. 
His face buried itself into your hair, his whiskery chin tickling your neck as he nuzzled you. 
“If you don’t stop moving, I’m gonna wrap you up in this blanket and make you into a burrito.” Anti mumbled drowsily into your hair.
You smiled a little and stirred in his arms, enough to make yourself comfortable again. He made a quiet growling sound and tightened his embrace around your middle. 
“I’m comfortable now,” You notified him. You were answered with a sleepy hum and a little less restraint on your stomach.
You closed your eyes, concentrating on the warm breath that washed over your cheeks. You found yourself slowly drifting off, but deep sleep played at the edges of your consciousness.
Mocking you. 
A pleasant sensation opened your eyes again, to find Anti’s hand caressing your upturned palm. He drew circles on the smooth skin, running his fingertips long the lengths of your fingers and then grazing his thumb over your wrist. 
You closed your eyes again as he continued the pattern. 
He started drawing designs on your arm, the tips of his fingers fluttering over the skin. His legs tangled with yours, somehow drawing you closer as you started to fall back into the nightmare. 
“I’m here,” He whispered into your ear. “Those creatures in your mind are no match for me. Sleep now, and I’ll keep them away.” 
He watched your face relax, slacken with sleep as the shadows in your head dispersed into empty sleep. 
He settled back into the pillow, maintaining the same movements with his fingers until he too fell into sleep.

Broken Dreams


A/N: This was requested by my lovely @lovethatmendeskid and I just loved the idea. I’m super nervous, legit shaking. I really hope you like it!

Word count: 3,502

Originally posted by mtv

I was sitting at the dining table in the kitchen, staring over at the full plate of - by now – very cold food. Food that – once again – weren’t going to be eaten.

I’d been sitting here for hours, but I stopped counting exactly how many that had passed by now. The more seconds that flew by, the more it stung in my heart.

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Request: This is my first time requesting something and you’re like a really good writer, but I was wondering if you can write a Billy Hargrove one with 8, 39, and 82. 

Prompts: 8. “I’m never letting you go.”, 39. “I can’t do this on my own.” And 82. “Just breathe, okay?”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, hospitals

Word Count: 1110

A/N: Thank you for the request. And yes, the title is a Hamilton reference because it is funny to imagine Billy in Eliza’s dress. ;) Christmas requests are open.

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Originally posted by blackbabe-revolution

To say that Billy felt helpless every time his father decided to snap was an understatement. He felt useless, unwanted and most frequently, alone. So, he did what he always did. He picked himself off the floor, lit a cigarette, grabbed his jacket and jumped out of his window. He opened the door to the Camaro and pushed it to a roll down the hill. He then jumped in and made sure he was a significant distance from the house before gunning the engine. His dad had gone of crazier than Billy had ever seen this time. His head was throbbing but his dad had taken a preference to his torso this time and he felt like he was going to throw up. He pulled the car over and lent out of the door before emptying the contents of his stomach. He rinsed his mouth out with some water and chomped down on a couple of mints before setting off again.

He pulled the car to a stop a few houses down from Y/N’s house before he made his way down the road. His chest hurt with every step and he was trying not to breakdown on the pavement. With difficulty due to the pain, he managed to pull himself up onto her roof so he could knock on the window. The effort caused him to double over and gag a few times but there was nothing left in his stomach to throw up. Y/N opened the window to see him and gently ushered him into the room. As soon as he was in her arms he broke. His breathing became erratic which caused more pain in his chest.

“Hey.” Y/N ran her finger threw his blond locks as he clutched at her. “Just breathe, okay?” She managed to get him to sit down on the floor and she crouched in front of him. His hands went to the insides of her wrists and he felt her pulse to keep himself grounded.

“I can’t take this anymore.” His voice was jagged and uneven as he forced the words out in-between breaths.

Y/N looked down and finally noticed the bruises forming under his open shirt. All she had to do was remove the fabric and see the colour and state of them to know that something was wrong. His breathing started to make sense. “Billy, I-,” Her voice cracked at the thought. “I think you need to go to the hospital.”

For the first time he looked down at the state of his chest and he nearly threw up again. His breathing still wasn’t evening out and they were both close to panic. He noticed Y/N shaking and just nodded his head. The pain was getting worse in his chest. He felt her leave the room and when she came back he could tell there were people with her. He felt her kneel next to him again and cup his jaw with one hand. He heard someone talking on the phone but then his vision started to get blurry.

The first thing Billy was aware off when he woke up was the constant beeping noise echoing through the room. He opened his eyes to the painful bright light and blinked them a few times until his vision went back to normal. The room was sterile and white washed. There were two chairs next to the bed and Y/n was fast asleep in one with Max leaning over from the other asleep in her lap. Billy glanced around, expecting his father to come barging in any minute. His chest was covered in numerous bandages and the events that had led to this came back slowly.

Billy reached over and squeezed Y/N’s hand. She stirred and sat up straight groggily before meeting his eyes and looking relieved. She gently shifted Max from her lap and sat on the bed next to him. “Hey.” She smiled but there were tears in her eyes.

“Hey.” He smiled back and lifted a hand to her cheek. She covered his hand with her own as he brought her down so they could lean their foreheads together.

“I thought I lost you.” Her voice broke. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“And I’m not planning on going anywhere, princess.” He smiled before gesturing to the bandages. “What?”

“He broke your ribs. One of them punctured your lung.” She explained pressing a kiss to the back of his knuckles.

“Where is everyone?” He was still confused to why only Y/N and Max were here.

“My parents are outside with Susan. They told Hopper what happened after they called an ambulance. Your dad’s at the station.”

Billy closed his eyes and nodded. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N muttered glancing at Max’s sleeping form.

“I can’t do this on my own.” He locked his gaze on hers.

“You don’t have to.” She promised.

Max slowly started to come around but jumped up when she saw that Billy was awake. “You’re awake!”

Billy chuckled but winced. “Yeah I am. Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Their relationship might have been strained but that didn’t mean that they didn’t care about each other. Max then quickly ran out of the room to get the others.

After the parents had been in, Susan took Max home and Y/N’s parents departed. Hopper came in and asked them both questions. Billy broke down several times throughout but Hopper was surprisingly good at consoling people. He left pretty soon after leaving just Y/n and Billy. Hopper had convinced the doctors to let her stay the night. Billy had shifted over in the bed slightly so she could lie next to him without disturbing his chest.

“I love you.” Billy was looking at the ceiling but turned to look at Y/N as the words left his lips. Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. Neither of them had ever said it out loud.

“I love you too.” She smiled. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before they both drifted off to sleep.

Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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BTS Reaction - Riding their face [NSFW]

Sorry I have been a little inactive with my reactions lately, school has really been stressing me out (ಥ﹏ಥ) Enjoy and thank you for 3k+ followers ♥

Seokjin [Jin] -

Jin would be surprisingly nonchalant once you suggested it to him, but nothing could hide the painfully hard erection forming under his trousers. Desire filled his eyes as he stared you down with a predatory gaze, licking his lips in the process. His dominate side would take over in an instant as he roughly gripped your hips and sat your naked pussy on his face. Jin chuckled lowly while you whimpered out for him, moaning slightly as his tongue licked your wet folds.

“Let’s not waste another second.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Yoongi [Suga] -

Yoongi teased your clit with his skilled tongue, gripping your bare thighs tightly to hold you in place on top of him. When you confessed to him that you wanted to try it he could feel his jeans become tighter around his cock, lust filled eyes gazing up at you as he bit his lower lip in arousal. Yoongi smirked smugly against your heat as you whimpered above him, pulling harshly at his dark hair once his tongue licked and sucked your nub, grinding down harder on his wet muscle.

“How did I get so lucky?”

Originally posted by yoongimilky

Hoseok [J-Hope] -

A small smirk payed on Hoseok’s lips as his excited eyes widened momentarily at your idea. He had always wanted to try it but wasn’t sure if you would be comfortable with it, so once you had made the suggestion he wouldn’t waste anymore time. He’d have you on top of him in an instant and would abuse your heat relentlessly with his slick tongue. Hoseok breathed against your clit before he licked between your wet folds, amused eyes watching as you pleaded above him causing his cock to harden under his boxers.

“I like the sound of that.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Namjoon [RM] -

Namjoon narrowed his eyes as a cocky smile appeared on his plump lips. He wouldn’t hide his arousal and would immediately order you to strip down and ride his face. He would quickly become smug and proud of himself as you moaned above him, whimpering for him to take you as his mouth continued to work wonders on your clit. Namjoon would deny your pleads, abusing your pussy until you were practically begging and panting for him.

“You know just what I like.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin -

Jimin would immediately agree to the suggestion. One of his favourite things to do was eat you out, tasting your wetness and watching lustfully as you threw your head back in pleasure, whimpering his name and he’d easily comply to your request. He sucked and licked your clit, humming lowly as he continued to taste your wetness on the tip of his tongue. Jimin felt his cock become harder by the second as he stared up at your breathless form, eyes clenched shut as you continued moaning out for him.

“You really are something else.”

Originally posted by nochuie

Taehyung [V] -

Taehyung stared at you from under his long lashes, cursing under his breath as he felt his cock twitch in excitement at your request. He always loved the idea of having you ride his face, but when you actually suggested it he would find it hard to control himself. He silently laid back on the mattress, dark eyes trained on your figure as he beckoned you closer to him. Taehyung leaned his head on his hand, eyes filling with want before he huskily muttered,

“I’m waiting babygirl.”

Originally posted by mygchae

Imagine him looking at you like this, I’m dead

Jungkook -

Jungkook eagerly nodded his head, wide excited eyes gazing up at you as his hands fumbled with your panties. He’d be very curious and open to try new things in the bedroom so he’d have no problem with you riding his face. He’d also want to focus on making you feel good so his hooded eyes would be trained on your face throughout the entirety. Jungkook would love the way you withered above him, hair falling in your face as you begged and pleaded him for more.

“I-I guess we can try that.”

Originally posted by tatahyung

Come Back to Me (Part Eight)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: None??

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

You were much more aware of your surroundings now than you had been before. You checked every ally while walking, you kept your earbuds in your pocket as you rode the bus, and you hadn’t taken any more late-night trips anywhere. 

And whenever you went out, you made sure to call Peter as you walked to your destination and back. He stayed on the phone with you, distracting you to keep you out of your worries but not too much so that you could still stay aware of your surroundings. It comforted you, and it stayed true to his words.

“I’ll protect you.”

You smiled whenever you remembered it, and the look on his face as he said so. And maybe you were getting too caught up in that other world where Peter was in love with you, but you could handle it. It was nice to imagine.

But still, it became harder and harder to pull yourself out of it each day. When you saw Peter in the hallways, walking towards you with a smile, you forced yourself to remember he wouldn’t be wrapping his hand around your waist and kissing you on the cheek. He wouldn’t hold your hand as you walked to your classes together, and he wouldn’t walk you home while holding you close to him to protect you from any hidden villains.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard Peter’s voice from next to you. You turned, looking at him with a smile to see him smiling at you back.

You’re not together. You’re not together. You’re not together.

“Hey, Pete. Ready for lunch?” You asked, shutting your locker and beginning to walk. He followed next to you.

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed him look down at his feet nervously. “So, uh-”

“(Y/N)!” A voice yelled from in front of you guys and you looked from Peter to see Ned frantically walking towards you.

“Hey, Ned,” you said, a confused tilt to your head. “What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you, now,” he said, looking between you and Peter. You looked to your side to see Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He was biting his lip, and he too was looking between you and Ned.

“Okay,” you said slowly, and now you were looking between the two. “I’ll meet you at the lunch table, Peter. Don’t wait up.”

His head snapped to you, a slightly betrayed expression on his face and you weren’t sure what it was doing there. “Yeah, okay,” he said, before walking past you and Ned quickly. You stared after him as he rushed through the many people in the hallway, not looking back at you or Ned.

“What do you want, Ned,” you looked back at him, slightly annoyed that he interrupted your time with Peter. 

“I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you into a nearby supply closet. 

“Yeah, you mentioned,” you grumbled as he closed the door with a slam.

“You need to tell Peter you like him,” he said when he turned around, and your jaw dropped.

“What? No!”

“You need to,” Ned practically begged, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “Please.”

“Why do you want me to so badly?” You asked curiously, pushing his arms away from you. You wouldn’t do it even if he gave you a reason, but it didn’t make sense for Ned to be so invested in this.

“I need him to stop talking about you. It’s driving me ins- oh no.”

When your eyes widened after he spoke the words, so did Ned’s as he realized what he had revealed. “He talks about me?” You said, voice high and airy.

He talked about you? What did he say?

Ned stayed silent, and this time it was your turn to grab his shoulders. “Ned, what does he say about me?”

“He, I, uh,” Ned stumbled over his words, and you weren’t sure whether it was because he didn’t want to reveal his friend’s secrets or because of the barely-any space between you two. “I, can’t, really, say?”

You groaned loudly and let your hands fall to rest on your hips as you glared at him. You were about to speak when he began again.

“But if I’m telling you to ask him out, then,” he paused for dramatic effect, moving backwards towards the door. “Do with that information what you will,” he finished and then opened the supply closet door, moving into the hallway.

You stood there by yourself for a few seconds, thinking about his words, about what they could mean. And you knew what they were implying, you knew, but you didn’t want to get stuck in that world again. You might never come out of it if you did.

“Wait, Ned,” you said, following him out into the hallway. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged at it for him to turn around. “Are you saying Peter likes me?”

And you wouldn’t get your hopes up, you didn’t want to, but when Ned turned around and said, “You know I can’t tell you the answer to that,” you felt them slowly built up on their own. 

You turned around and closed the closet door, taking a moment to close your eyes and breathe deeply when Ned couldn’t see your face. You turned back around and said, “Come on, let’s get to lunch.”

He nodded in response and the two of you walked side by side to the cafeteria silently, you being trapped in your own thoughts.

You had dreamt about it for what seemed like so long, for Peter to want you back, and you had been stuck in that imaginary world where he did so often recently, but now. Now that world could actually be the one you were living in.

Maybe you would ask him out, you thought. You hoped you would soon gain the guts to do so.

As you felt yourself grow excited to see Peter in just a few minutes at lunch, you were unaware of his presence a few yards behind you and Ned, watching you guys exit the closet together and walk down the hall together with angry eyes.

I’ve had such a block on this part because I know where I want to go with this story but this part got me stuck. But I hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you think. Only two parts left after this one, guys! Requests are open :)


Dream Come True

Originally posted by luna-intheforest

Characters: Y/n, Derek

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Smut smut smut, rough sex, Derek kinda wolfing out, more smut, slight pain, Derek being concerned, unprotected sex, fluff at the end

Word count: 2500

Summary: Derek just can’t stop dreaming about you. Luckily, he gets a real chance.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by @burgundyrosesandwine​ -I was wondering if you could write a Derek smut with a female reader where it’s after derek leaves beacon hills and he’s in a new city (Like nyc) and that because he’s bored he starts giving private self defense classes. And then he becomes really good friend with one of the girls he trains and he even reveals he’s a werewolf. She’s innocent and sweet and derek can’t stop fantasizing about her but he’s scared he’ll scare her off because he’s a lot older and she’s inexperienced but one day his lust takes over and he’s very rough, dominant and possessive You can use the pain removing thing idea like you did in the beginning of the end :) Also can you make her very short pleaseeeee. I know this is a lot so you obviously don’t have to do it Just an idea I really want someone to write one day hahaha. Ok, so I think I mostly stuck to the request. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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Your moans were loud and filthy, your pussy stretching as Derek pounded into you.

“Fuck, y/n. So damn loud, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, trying to keep your moans quiet, but the way his cock felt inside you was too much.

You screamed as your body shook, your pussy clenching around Derek’s cock.

Derek’s face fell to your breasts, growling loud as he came deep within you.

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anonymous asked:

hello there~ love your art so much!!!!! it's really cute :3 may I ask who's your favorite member to draw? (could you do a drawing of him, however you like) thank you and FIGHTING!!!!!

These days I really enjoy drawing Tae

Some possibly Spanish person said they needed more Tae with pigtails on twitter so I just-

I felt the need to explain myself.

Request #26. BTS reactions: you’re one of the member’s sister and they catch you with another member doing the do.

“It was all in a rush. You two hadn’t had a time alone since what it felt like forever, and all that tension that had been building up just crumbled down as soon as you shut the front door.It was frenetic, not caring about the messy kisses you were sharing. 

Obscene sounds were filling the room, yet it wasn’t enough. Soon, your shirt and bra weren’t in the way anymore, but it was still too hot.

He softly pushed your body into the sofa and gave you an excited smile before putting his mouth to work on one of your nipples. Your hands flew to the back of his head, squeezing his mouth into your chest, more than already was.

You were too caught up in the moment to notice that you weren’t alone in the dorms. Of course, you wouldn’t bother to make sure there wasn’t anyone there. It was supposed to be empty!

Apparently, your brother had decided to stay that night, and he wasn’t really overjoyed when he found you and his bandmate hitting it on on the sofa…

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Namjoon tried to cover your breasts as soon as your brother started to shout things about how disrespectful and dirty you two were. It was actually kinda funny how your boyfriend closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a fine line, holding back a laugh.

Seokjin was anything but discreet, and if there had been more people in the dorms, his scream would have attracted every one of them to that “crime scene”, as your brother would have called it if he hadn’t been busy exclaiming nonsenses as loud as he could.

Namjoon was trying to explain everything, but it was hard since he was laughing and your brother was too busy screaming to even bother to hear him just for a second.

“You were going to have sex and, on top of that, in the living room! We all gather here and you were going to jizz all over it!” He kept rambling, walking from one side of the room to the other while you buttoned up your shirt and Namjoon fixed up his clothes.

“Okay, why would I jizz all over the sofa when I was planning on doing that inside-”


You couldn’t hold it any longer and giggled when your brother covered his ears and closed his eyes in a poor try to make what he had seen go away.

After he had calmed down, he would ask everything; from when had you started doing this, to why couldn’t you just have sex in Namjoon’s bedroom. It was a little awkward to explain to him that you were tired of the same scenario whenever you two were intimate, but saying it would lead to Seokjin to throw his arms in the air and sigh defeated.

“And, by the way,” Namjoon whispered smirking, “I was going to say inside a condom, not whatever you were thinking.”

“Kim Namjoon!” You and your brother exclaimed flustered.

Originally posted by jeonbase


He frowned at the unpleasant scene that was taking place right in front of him. It was seconds later when he realized he did not want this to continue, the sounds you were making were absolutely unbearable.

"Enough, separate yourselves!” He exclaimed watching you go crazy trying to grab your shirt from the floor.

Jungkook was looking at his hyung with some kind of fear, and, frankly, you couldn’t blame him, Yoongi could be pretty scary when it came to you. You were surprised that your brother had not made a bitter comment about the whole situation, yet.

“The Maknae, really?”

And there it was.

However, Yoongi didn’t seem surprised. But, then again, had he ever? Actually, you could see a small smile that was beginning to appear on his face, but he quickly covered it with a cough.

“Just keep the PDA as low as you can, understand?” It was funny how Jungkook nodded repeatedly like a caricature. “And, y/n, come with me. I need to tell you something.”

It was not a question, and maybe if you didn’t feel bad about hiding your relationship with Jungkook from your brother, you wouldn’t have obeyed and followed him to his room.

“Saw it coming,” Yoongi deadpanned. “You have been too busy to hang out with me, and to be honest, I thought that Taehyung was your boyfriend, not Jungkook.”

You huffed at his statement. “Jungkook is not my b-”

“I thought we were the kind siblings that told each other everything,” he cut you off.

That shut you up. All you had ever appreciated about your relationship with your brother was how close you were, and you just ruined.

“I was scared, okay? I didn’t know how you were going to react, but I was going to tell you one day, I just didn’t think it would be like this.”

“Well, I get that… Jungkook is evil,” he muttered making you laugh and soon enough, he joined you.

Originally posted by mimibtsghost


He didn’t mean to gasp so loudly. In fact, it was amazing how you and Namjoon heard him. You seemed so into your intimate time, that Hoseok jumped in his place when both of you met his gaze.

“I’m…” Your brother didn’t know what to do. He didn’t feel angry or sad. The only feeling that he was experiencing was the shock of finding his bandmate with his sister. Maybe he was feeling a little sick to his stomach, but it wasn’t that bad.

Namjoon was frozen on top of you, panting as quietly as he could, yet his breathing could be heard through the room, and it only made things weirder.

“Hoseok, can you turn around so I can put my shirt back on?” You asked awkwardly, to what your brother replied with a nod before turning around. “You can look now.”

“Um… So…”

“So… You walked in on us f-”

“Namjoon!” You shouted covering his mouth just in time.

Hoseok’s brightened up when he saw just how close you two were. He decided that he wasn’t mad, how could he? You had found someone that made you happy and there was no one he trusted more than his leader.

Your brother just raised his hands and smiled at you. He didn’t have to say anything. It was okay.

“You aren’t mad?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“Namjoon is a great person, I’m not worried,” he admitted. “And I´m sure he won’t give me any reasons to worry, am I right, Namjoon?” Hoseok elbowed him in the ribs and your boyfriend let out a nervous laugh.

Originally posted by mn-yg


“What the hell are you doing?!”

A loud thump and the sudden absence of Seokjin’s weight on you made you sit on the sofa. Jin was hurriedly trying to snatch your clothes off the floor to cover you up.

Your brother, Namjoon, was frozen in place looking down to the floor, too embarrassed to actually raise his gaze, and Jin got up and straightened his clothes.

“Please tell me that Jin is dressed, I just saw my sister naked, my stomach can’t handle Seokjin naked, too,” Namjoon said.

“He is. You can look now, I’m covered,” you replied sitting on the sofa.

“I thought you were taking the others to grab some dinner!” Seokjin whispered sounding pissed.

Namjoon looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Dude, really? I just walked in on you hooking up with my sister and that’s what you tell me?”

Your boyfriend looked like a deer stuck in the headlights, and it was surprising how well Namjoon was taking it. You expected him to actually punch Seokjin, but surprisingly enough, he was looking at you two like this was the most comic thing ever.

After a long sigh, Namjoon rested his back against the frame of the door and folded his arms over his chest.

“Just finish getting dressed and come to my room. I have to talk to you two.”

The talk itself wasn’t that bad. Namjoon just made sure to tell you that he wasn’t so surprised about you being in a relationship, but he was a little disappointed about you and Seokjin not telling him. He would feel not trustworthy.

He wouldn’t feel the need to tell Jin that he would be dead if he ever hurt you, he trusted him to take care of you, as well to know that he would kick his ass if he ever did something to you.

Originally posted by jjks


If the situation was different, Taehyung would have had fun with you two Maybe get closer to you and clap just next to your ear to scare the hell out of you. But, right now, that wasn’t a good idea, at all.

Taehyung may seem clueless sometimes, like he didn’t understand you, but the truth was that he knew you like the back of his hand. There was nothing you could hide from him, no matter how small it was, so he naturally noticed that there was something going on. You were acting strange, being around him more than usual, going to rehearsals almost every day.

Apparently, that was why; Jimin.

“I see!” Taehyung spoke purposely loud, making you and Jimin fall from the sofa.

“Taehyung!” You exclaimed covering your body with your shirt. “What are you doing here?”

“Finally understanding why you had been so clingy lately. Two words: Park Jimin.”

Jimin was covering his face, his hands barely hiding the blush creeping to his cheeks.

“No need to feel embarrassed, Jiminie,” Taehyung said, “my sister is cute, isn’t she?”

He was teasing and he was enjoying every second of it. His grin grew even wider when Jimin nodded behind his little hands, it also made you smile a little.

Taehyung wasn’t known to get angry easily, and his reaction was just like you expected, a bright one. He was just happy that two of the most precious people in his life had found happiness so close to him.

“I’ll leave you to it, then. Make sure to clean up afterwards,” your brother giggled.

“Unbelievable…” You muttered.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Jimin had never liked for any guy to be close to you, not that he would admit it. It was something noticeable, though. His face would scrunch up and he would just stare at you with his arms crossed.

No guy was enough for you, that’s what he would always say to himself. It was safe to say that he had never imagined not even for a second that his best friends, and bandmate, could be one of the possible holders of your heart.

He actually squeaked when he saw Taehyung on top of you, warming you and your boyfriend that you weren’t exactly alone. Taehyung screamed and threw your shirt at you, fortunately, covering your body.

“I can’t believe this!” Your brother said walking to the sofa. 

Jimin grabbed your hand and pulled strong enough to make you stand up. You were fast enough to keep your shirt over your chest.

“Jimin, she’s half-naked,” Taehyung reminded him holding back a laugh.

“And she doesn’t like to be dragged around like a rag doll,” you stated, finally breaking free from Jimin’s hold. “Listen, I know what you’re going to say-”

Your brother sighed and shook his head.

“Taehyung is actually the first boy I approve,” he muttered, and then looked at you, “just please make sure to pay me attention too.”

It was heartbreaking to see Jimin in such a vulnerable state, and if you hadn’t been naked, you would have hugged him tightly.

“I promise I will.”

Jimin would be a little weird for a few days, clinging to you just because he didn’t want you to forget about him somehow, but, at the end of the day, he was actually happy for his best friend and his sister.

Originally posted by mimibtsghost


Jungkook was so protective of you, he couldn’t help it, and the fact that someone he looked up to was all over you would be so confusing and… Uncomfortable.

He didn’t know what to do! Did he have the right to actually stop what was going on? Yeah, of course, he did. He was your brother, after all.


You knew that voice too well.

Yoongi was off of you at the speed of light and you couldn’t be more grateful about that. Jungkook walked to you with his forearm covering his eyes and giving you your shirt with his free hand. The action almost made you laugh.

“You can look now,” you muttered hugging yourself, not moving from your spot on the sofa.

You were met with a disappointed look from your brother and an embarrassed one from Yoongi. If looks could kill, Yoongi would be five feet underground, that was for sure.

“How long?” Jungkook asked, and Yoongi maybe laughed beside you, clearly thinking something immature

“Yoongi, shut up,” you whispered, “it’s been three months…”

“And didn’t you think about asking if I was okay with this?”

“I’m older than you,” you shoot back.

“Yoongi hyung is my bandmate!” Jungkook pouted.

“But he is my boyfriend!” 

“Guys, you don’t have to fight over m-”

“Shut up, Yoongi!”

Jungkook sighed, defeated and clearly tired of discussing with you, he just said that he was going to leave you to be. You smiled and waved at him while watching him disappear into his room. Just when you were turning around to face Yoongi, your brother came back and made Yoongi the sign of “I see you”, and disappeared again.

“I can’t believe I’m actually scared of Jungkook,” Yoongi said, mostly to himself.

Request from anonymous:Being a member’s sister and getting caught by them with another member doing the do?”


Lost Girls aesthetic

After Wendy returned back home with her brothers, Peter Pan decided that Neverland should not only be the home of lost boys but of lost girls as well. The new inhabitants made Neverland seem even more alive than before, their happy laughter echoed through the silent nights as they danced around the campfire. Everyone including Peter held their breath when the oldest girls told the most wonderful stories about princesses who fought their own dragons or escaped from the most frightening situations with their intelligence as their sole tool. There was a mutual respect between the boys and the girls, neither one of the two groups thought less of each other and they lived together in peace. 

Loki x Reader - Wearing Loki’s colors

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

Request: Anonymous: “Could you do one about the reader dressing in Loki’s colors? You take it from there”

A/N: Hope you like it! Kinda cliche, I think, but I’m going to use the “I have a thousand college essays that have been draining my creativity a bit” excuse here. Reader is Asgardian. Backstory is a little fuzzy but I felt like I needed something so just don’t ask questions.

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Jealousy (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: Hi! Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is training with Dick and Jason gets jealous because Dick can be super flirty and at one point even pins her to the ground?

A/N: I hope you like it anon! I know it’s short, but when I tried to extend the story, it just seemed too dragged out. Have a great night!!!


“Ready to go down?” You asked Dick, grinning wickedly.

“In your dreams, sweetheart.” He winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

You felt Jason’s eyes on you from the other side of the room. “Thanks, but I don’t need it.” You said, and he lunged at you. You ducked and did a shoulder roll to evade his attack, leaving him with empty momentum.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “I guess Jay has had some good moves to teach you after all?” You knew that Jason was probably glaring right now, but ignored the thought.

“Yeah, do you want me to demonstrate some?” You gave him a cheeky grin and made a ‘come hither’ motion with your hand. Soon enough, the two of you were exchanging blows like a conversation. One of you would attack, the other would defend and shoot a move right back.

You got him in the jaw, and he paused to rub it. “Nice right hook.” He admitted.

“Thanks. I have a lot of good moves– should I show you?.” You replied without thinking, and heard Jason sharply inhale from behind you but he didn’t do anything else.

“Gladly.” Dick braced himself again, resuming a fighting stance, and you roundhouse kicked him in the side before he could blink. Instead of falling though, he rolled over his arm and came to a crouch, technically not losing.

“Don’t leave me hanging, Dickie-bird.” He took a breath, gritted his teeth, and moved toward you again, but this time you flipped over him, using his shoulders to swing yourself over, before tripping his knees out from under him.

You landed on top of him, straddling his hips, and he grinned from below you. Jason was about to protest before Dick flipped you over, so he was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head. “Should we continue?” he asked, winked before helping you up.

“Y/N?” Jason asked tightly, and you turned to talk to him.

“Yeah, Jay?”

“A word.” He pulled you over to the other side of the room. “Why were you flirting with him like that?”

“What do you mean?” you blew a strand of hair out of your eyes and cocked your head. “We were just sparring, Jason.”

“No, you weren’t.” He insisted. “He was flirting with you, and you flirted back.”

“Are you jealous?” You asked him, and his lack of a response confirmed it. “Jason, you know how I get when I’m in combat.” You shoved his shoulder playfully. “I’m that way with Roy and Kori and Barbara, but you don’t care then?”

“He’s different.” Jason seethed. “I… I just don’t want you sparring with him if that’s how it’s going to look.”

“Jason.” You jumped onto him and wrapped your legs around his waist when he didn’t look at you, “my heart belongs to you.” You kissed him, and he returned the embrace willingly, before you pulled away. “Don’t forget what you get that he doesn’t.” You winked at him and stepped down.

“Wait–” he held onto your wrist before you left, and kissed you again. “Okay.” He ran a hand through your hair and brought you deeper into the kiss until a voice interrupted the two of you from your small world and brought you back to reality.

“We sparring again?” Dick asked.

“You know it, cupcake.” You grinned and followed him back to the training platform. “Ready for more of me, or have you had your fill?”

hurtful words (pt. 4)

summary; as Y/N gets to her last straw and begins to lose hope, she also is faced with choosing to let go of Shawn or to fight for their once relationship one last time.

p.s. i highly recommend reading the previous parts, particularly part three, before reading this! i promise you this part will be so much better for you if you do that ahha



The pain was beginning to overcome you, and you felt like you were drowning. Suffocating. You didn’t think there could be any feeling worse than heartbreak, but here you were again —  back in square one. All of the pain was still there, though this time, you weren’t just holding a heart torn in two. You now had the note Shawn wrote for you, thoughts of guilt, and the voucher laying on the edge of your bed. The walls you built around your heart had become so high, that when they were knocked down by the letter and finding out that you were too late, you took the hardest fall yet.

Part of you wanted to redeem the voucher and go to the show that Shawn was having in your hometown in four weeks, but the other part was telling you that the universe was working against you and that you should just give up on the boy. You were unsure of which side of your conscience to listen to, but you knew that you had to choose quick. You were done and tired with everything. Tired of crying yourself to sleep every night, tired of blaming yourself, tired of running in circles, and exhausted of your heart getting smashed to millions of pieces every time you tried to pick up the segments to your messy life. Heartbreak changed you, but for the worse. It felt like everything in your life was flipped upside down, but one thing remained the same: you wanted Shawn back.

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