oh god how are you so handsome

aarontheroad  asked:

Good vibes: one of my friend recently stared at me and when I asked her what was up she smiled and said "nothing I just realized you are..handsome" and she used to struggle about me being trans so thats a huge step. + most of my friends and teachers now call me Aaron and use "he" without struggling so yay ✌🏼

Oh my god how amazing. That’s so great! -Matt

Draco’s Soulmate

so I saw this au where there was a countdown on someone’s wrist to the moment they meet their soulmate and I’m a sucker for soulmate and muggle au’s so I decided to write one! I might do one in Harry’s POV if y’all want me to. Enjoy!

3 minutes and 34 seconds. The nerves were growing inside him. Draco had always strived to look his best, however this morning nothing seemed right. Even though his hair was perfectly styled and he tried to look casual but not too casual (even though the man almost always wore a suit). Today he wore a white button up under a black blazer and black skinny jeans. Draco didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time, but that’s what he was feeling.

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— hard to say | (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings— smut, fluff, slight angst,
words— 11,163

:: summary— You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?

note— this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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BTS reaction to their S/O sleep talking

requested by anon

Seokjin

Jin would think it’s super funny that you talk in your sleep. He would always to try to start conversations with you.

“…Jiiiiiiinn…”

“Tell me again how handsome your boyfriend is.”

“…Hmm…My boyfriend…?… is a gigantic nerd….”

“Wow, rude.”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Yoongi

Yoongi would be pretty freaked out when you suddenly start laughing in your sleep.

“…Ehehehehehe….”

“Oh my god, I invited a demon into my house.”

Originally posted by jjks

Namjoon

Namjoon would be so done after being woken up at three in the morning by your rambling.

“…Why would I want to dim the lights…?”

*looks into the camera like on the office*

Originally posted by flippitt

Hoseok

Hobi would just lie there, trying to figure out where the cackling is coming from at two in the morning. Once he figures out it’s just you he would be both relieved and confused.

“Oh my god, you scared me.”

“…Hehehe…He will never guess what we are up to…”

“What the fuck..?”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin

Jimin would love your sleep talking so much. Sometimes he would purposely stay up to listen to your rambling.

“…My boyfriend is the best…”

“Is that so?”

“…NOOO!…”

“What babe?”

“…You can’t…have him…”

Originally posted by unniesgirl

Taehyung

V would be shook by something you said and stay up all night trying to understand it.

“..If I punch myself… and it hurts… does that make me weak… or strong…?”

“Well… so much for a good 8 hours of sleep.”

Originally posted by saikokpop

Jeongguk

Kookie would think that your sleep talking is absolutely hilarious. He would take some videos to have something to show you next time you tease him about his love for Iron Man.

“Stop being mean to the shrimp… THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOO.”

“My day has come.”

Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum

-Admin Krümmel

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 3

A/N: This sort of ends abruptly, but if I didn’t end it here the imagine would have been extremely long so I’ll be posting part 4 within the next three days x 

Part 1 Part 2

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Three months after Harry called off his relationship with Y/n, it was his birthday, and just like every other year for the past five, the boys decided to spend his birthday weekend at Louis’ family lake house. It was one of the few times a year they’d go- only saved for special occasions. It’s secluded, far from the city, but close enough so that it’s not too much out of their way.

Their tradition when it comes to Harry’s birthday weekend has remained the same for years now. A bonfire, a couple of poker games, countless amounts of beer, and occasional midnight skinny dipping. However, this year, the only change in tradition is Y/n not being there.

The second Harry steps foot out of his car, the whole idea of spending his birthday without Y/n makes him feel sick to his stomach. This was their favorite place to be together. They didn’t know why, but something about the privacy and the exclusiveness of it enhanced their relationship in unimaginable ways. They have had many occasions where they would flee from London without a word and spend a couple days alone here. 

The guys scurry out of the car in excitement, absolutely stoked to be back in the grand Tomlinson lake house. Harry sighs, slamming his car door shut before half-heartedly making his way inside.

He can’t blame their excitement when it came to the celebration weekend, however, they hadn’t seemed to notice how off Harry became the first couple of hours upon their arrival. But what else did he expect? He didn’t tell them, he didn’t tell them any of it. He didn’t want to. He knew they knew, anyways, but he had constantly beat himself up, blaming himself for destroying the one thing in his life he felt was genuinely worth fighting for. If he had told them what he did, he would never hear the end of it. He didn’t need anyone else to remind him of how much he had fucked up.

But ever since Y/n had left, something in him changed. He had no desire to fight anymore. Three days after he broke it off, he was worse than ever. Getting himself into numerous fights multiple times a day. It was his way of coping the loss of her, the loss of his only true humanity. However, when the fourth day came, and Harry started to really understand the fact that he was never going to see Y/n again, was when the pain really set in. He felt himself suffocating in a horrendous amount of guilt. 

She had tried so hard, she pushed him harder than anybody else had. Nobody put as much faith in him as she had. She stayed with him in times he truly didn’t deserve it. Hell, there were even days where she was so mad at him that all she could do was yell and yell and yell, and even then she still slept in the same bed as him. He couldn’t live with letting all of that go- letting her go- so he decided to prove himself wrong

It was the biggest fight of his life, the one against himself; when half of him wanted to inflict his pain onto other people and the other half wanting desperately to change himself for the sake of his relationship with Y/n. But he knew he was stronger than the monster inside of him, even though he believed he was weaker. What made him strong was Y/n’s relationship with him, he would stop at nothing to get her back.

It didn’t take Y/n more than a couple days to tell Zayn what had happened. He called her, asking what was going on since Harry had been a complete wreck with no sign of her in his life. She explained, in the best that she could between her harsh sobs and broken whimpers that Harry had left her. He broke up with her, tried to convince her that they didn’t belong together, and eventually confessed that he wasn’t willing to change for her. 

Y/n made him promise not to tell anybody else because she felt that this was Harry’s responsibility, not anybody else. Of course, Zayn kept his promise and never said a word about it to anyone. 

The rest of the guys tried to get it out of him, though. They never forced it, but occasionally mentioned her to see what he would say or do, but he just ignored them. The mention of her name killed him on the inside, and he, truthfully, still couldn’t face the reality that they aren’t together anymore.

To say the guys have been concerned for him is an understatement. Yeah, he’s stopped fighting, but he’s still not the same Harry he was when he was with Y/n. He’s constantly thinking, his mind always somewhere not where it’s supposed to be. He drinks more, too, which used to spike up his anger, but now only spikes up his sadness. He has no motivation to do anything besides stay in his house and dwell on the guilt he’s carried.

Getting him to the lake house is one of their ways of getting him to heal. They just don’t know how much this place kills him, though. God, he can’t even look at a single square inch of it without seeing her in his head. How the hell is he going to get through the weekend?

The boys begin to notice how hurt Harry is when he begins to prepare for the bonfire they planned on having later that night. This is Harry’s first birthday after his break up with Y/n, and instead of telling them how truly heartbreaking it was for him, he avoided that topic of conversation completely. He was already depressed enough, he didn’t need to bury himself in it on his own birthday.

While Harry sets up the firewood needed for the bonfire, he’s distant. He’s distracted, not consuming himself in any of the boys’ conversations. They know Y/n’s already on his mind, she’s the only one who gets him daydreaming.

Harry sighs, lifting heavy piles of wood and constructing them into a setup for later. He’s finished now, has been finished for a while, but he just can’t stop. All he can think about is how Y/n isn’t with him, how she’s probably in her new home, sulking, hating him for ruining her life. It’s his birthday, and she probably hates him.

He sighs, placing his hands on his knees and leaning forward, eyes trained on the ground. He just can’t get her out of his head, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, almost every waking moment he’s thinking about the first time they met.


They were at a party Zayn’s aunt decided to host. It was a casual-formal event, just something special for her close friends to feel welcomed to upon their return to London after being in the states for a while.

Zayn was, obviously, invited. His aunt even insisted on him bringing his best friends, which he probably would have done anyways because he wasn’t too familiar with the family the party was for. The only member he’s ever really talked to was Y/n. She was super shy, very introverted, but was extremely sweet nonetheless. She had talked to Zayn a couple times when they stayed at his aunt’s house simultaneously. Other than that, they didn’t talk much.

“C’mon, you’re just gonna stand in the corner all night?” Zayn approached Harry, a glass of vodka held loosely in his hands.

Harry was pissed he was even in the situation he was in. Social events weren’t his thing, never something he found entertaining. He didn’t care about this stupid family’s return, he didn’t even know them.

“This is the last goddam place I want to be right now” Harry seethed, “I’m pissed off at you for even fucking forcing me here, don’t force me to try and mingle too.”

He let out a slight grumble in Zayn’s direction before making his way to the mini bar. On his way, in the midst of his aggravation, he felt a body collide with his. He groaned, a slight growl in the mix, definitely not in any mood for people to get in his way.

“Watch where you’re-“

“Oh, sorry” the girl gasped, “didn’t see you there.”

Harry’s body immediately froze at the sight of her. She was the most stunning woman he’s ever seen. Her eyes were sparkling with sorrow, lips parted slightly due to the impact. Her outfit complimented her body shape beautifully, leaving him absolutely speechless.

“I- It’s okay” he stuttered, eyes never leaving her, “are you okay?”

She nodded slightly, completely captivated by the most handsome man standing in front of her. God, how he was so beautiful, she would have never known a man like this could ever exist in this world.

“I’m okay” she softly spoke, “thank you.”

Harry insisted on buying her a drink as a way to apologize for not exactly paying attention to where he was going. They chatted for a while, mainly about the party. Come to find out, she was the daughter of Zayn’s aunt’s friends. She hadn’t gone to the states with them, however, she didn’t really make too much of an effort to go and see her in her stay in London.

They were talking quite well, considering Harry definitely did give her an attitude at times and somehow made her feel extremely intimidated whenever he did so. But he had to admit, it was one of the best conversations he’s had in a while, despite his unfriendly character.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Harry finally asked.

She blushed slightly.

“I’m Y/n. And you?”

“Harry.”

“Oh, you’re Harry.” Y/n said quietly, a hint of realization in her tone of voice.

Harry didn’t like the way she said it, as if insulting him in a way. Which, for him, was a bit of a let down considering there was a moment where he genuinely believed she was different.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Harry snapped, his voice somehow rougher and more raspy than how it was before, “Like you’re any better?“

His fierce stare upon her made Y/n feel belittled. When he spoke to her, he made her feel as if her existence was the dirt beneath his shoes. No wonder Zayn had warned her, no girl like Y/n could survive five minutes with such an intimidating man.

“Oh- um- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that Zayn had told me to stay away from you.” She stuttered, her voice barely above a mumble.

She still refused to make eye contact with him, only for the sake of her safety. She was too afraid to look at him now, when his body seemed tense and eyes filled with aggression. She was an easy pray for people like him to feed on- to get a good kick out of.

“I should go” she muttered, “It was lovely to meet you.”

Almost too quickly, she grabbed her bag off the bar and began to make her way back to where she was before. However, before making it too far, she felt a hand grab ahold of her wrist.

He didn’t know why, but when he had seen the fear set in Y/n’s eyes, an overwhelming feeling of guilt set upon him. It was strange, to feel so much of it hit him over one girl’s reaction. He had done this many times to many people, all of which having a moment of complete vulnerability during his encounters with them. But they didn’t necessarily make him feel anything more than the slightest bit of regret.

“Hey” he whispered softly, delicately pulling her back to where he was standing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Y/n looked into his eyes as he spoke, giving her the reassurance she needed. He was genuine, she could tell, his eyes screamed sympathy.

“It’s oka-“

“But Zayn is right,” Harry continued, slowly letting her arm go “you should stay away from me.”

Before she had any time to react, he had walked away from her.

The rest of the night, Y/n was determined to speak to him again. After meeting him for the first time, she had an innumerable amount of questions she pressed Zayn to answer. Why is he always angry? Is he dangerous? But why was he so nice to me when I walked away?

Zayn explained that Harry wasn’t someone she should be concerned about. All he told her was that he had been hurt one too many times and it caused him to become violent towards those who threaten potential pain. He doesn’t apologize to anybody, and told her that it was quite strange how he had to her.

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, that intrigued him so much. Besides the fact she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on, she was so easy to talk with. She was quiet, and apart of him liked that about her. The moment he hurt her, he just felt so bad, like it was the last thing he ever wanted to see.

Which is why he walked away from her.

When he saw Zayn later that night, he had asked about her. He asked how they had known each other, asked about her life and where she lived. He was determined to know more about her. It wasn’t even that he just wanted to, but it felt like he had to, like he was being compelled to feel this way toward her.

Right as he was about to leave the party, he had heard her voice behind him

“Harry?”

He slowly turned to look at her. She was looking as shy as ever, fingers fiddling together, cheeks blushed, eyes unsure. She didn’t know exactly what she was going to say, but she wanted to try.

“I want to get to know you.” She spoke softly, her hand reaching up to tuck some of her loose hair behind her ear.

He swore his heart melted. The second the words fell from her lips, he was willing to do whatever it took to get to know her.

“I know you said I should stay away from you, but I don’t want to.”


“Harry,” Zayn mumbles, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, “do you want to talk about it?”

Harry didn’t realize he was near tears until Zayn snapped him out of his trance. He didn’t look at them as he returns to placing the logs in piles, contemplating whether or not to disregard his statement or not. Of course he wants to talk about how much mental pain he’s in from not being with Y/n anymore, but he just can’t talk about it. They know that, too, because if he were ready, he would have already.

“Can you stop asking about her, please?” He groans, tossing the last piece of wood onto the top of the pile, “I know you guys know, so please, don’t make me say it.”

He doesn’t bother to look at them, instead, wiping off some of the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel before making his way inside the house to change out of his sweaty clothes. He didn’t want to seem rude, but he’s completely and utterly broken, if he has to be questioned about her again he swears he’ll actually become ill.

Half-heartedly making his way to the bedroom, Harry opens up the duffle bag that sits on top of the bed, that he has yet to unpack, searching through the folded clothes to find his plain gray t-shirt he plans on wearing for later that night. Slipping off his flannel and sliding off the now dirty white tank top underneath, he puts on the t-shirt, throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry bin.

Once changed, Harry begins to unpack the remaining clothes out of his bag. His hands are shaking as he does so, breathing heavy when he sets his clothes down on the bed. His stomach twists with sick at the idea of sleeping in this goddamn room.

This was the first place they made love. It was within the first month of being with each other, filled with beautiful romance and bliss. It was the best night of his life. It was the first time he had touched someone so delicately before. The first time his violent hands spread love throughout her body. He said words he never thought he’d say again. Words that he actually fucking meant, words to express how his once cold heart felt warm for what felt like the first time in his life. 


It was her first visit to the lake house. She had just finished cleaning up the remaining dishes, insisting that even though she was the guest, she had to contribute to the clean up after having a barbecue. Harry was sitting by the kitchen table, just watching her, observing her as she hummed an unknown tune, her hair messily tied up on her head. He could hear the boys playing poker in the living room, which he would have played if Harry hadn’t already planned on taking Y/n out near the lake after she had finished cleaning up.

“Alright, Harry, all done.” she smiled, “Now what was it you wanted to show me?”

She made her way toward his sitting frame, taking a seat right on top of his lap. Combing her fingers through his hair, she planted a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose, making Harry’s face blush the color of roses. He reached his arms around her waist, nuzzling her body against his.

“Hm,” he hummed, kissing the exposed skin on her shoulder, “was gonna show you the lake, but almost considering just cuddling you all night long.”

Y/n smiled as Harry leaned in to press a hard kiss against her soft lips. She breathed out heavily, fingertips moving to caress his cheeks, his unshaved stubble scraping against their pads.

“Gross!” they heard Niall call from the living room, “I call the room farthest from yours!”

They both laughed, Harry rolling his eyes at the comment.

“As fantastic that sounds” Y/n smirked, raking her fingers on his back under his shirt, “this is my first time here, and it’s your birthday weekend. I want to explore it with you.”

She leaned down to quickly peck his chapped lips, which soon turned into a wild smirk. His green eyes looked into her brown ones, his fingers dancing along the nape of her neck.

“I can do that for you.”

Once they were by the lake, they sat in silence together. She was cuddled into him, sitting in between his legs, her head rolled back onto his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. They admired the nature they were surrounded by, overwhelmed by the feeling of each other’s company under the moon. It felt like a dream, every bit of it did. It was such a surreal moment for them. They didn’t need to speak about anything for a while, being this close to each other, feeling each other’s bodies against one another was enough for them. They felt closer than ever.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed. So much so that Y/n ended up on top of him. Her legs were straddling his waist, hands roaming under his shirt, nails scratching at his ribs. Harry had his hands all in her hair, as if trying to pull her closer to him, as if it were even possible.  Her lips traveled down to his neck, kissing every bit of the exposed skin. She just couldn’t get enough. They both couldn’t.

“Y/n.” Harry whispered.

“I love you, Harry.” She muttered against his skin.

“So in love with you.“

It was the first time it was said. They both knew they loved each other once they met. Hell, it was obvious. It didn’t need to be said, but she said it anyways. She said it like she meant it, too, like her heart was blooming as she spoke. God, he even felt her tears against his neck. She was so overwhelmed by their love, the words just slipped out in the moment, but oh how she meant them.

In that moment, he was a weak man. He completely surrendered himself to her love. He was willing for it to have all control over him. He made a promise to himself, to devote his life proving his love for her, proving that he will be the man she deserves in her life, not the man he had other people see.

“Y/n,” he whispers again, fingers gliding down her waist, “I’m so in love with you. I always will be.”

That night, once he had taken her to their room, they made love over and over and over again. It was their first time, opening up to each other in a completely different way than they usually did. His lips captured hers perfectly, his hands fit in hers as if they were, quite literally, made for each other. His name became a mantra, her body became a temple. It was an entirely new level of trust. It was a night that they could have re-lived every day for the rest of their lives, easily, with not a complaint in the world.



Fuck” Harry spits, reaching the back of his hand up to eyes in an attempt to wipe the tears threatening to spill.

He can’t sleep in here, there’s no way he could, not without Y/n. Not without her in his arms, not without making love to her beforehand. His bed at home made him sick enough, but here? He just can’t fathom it.

He begins to shove the clothes he’s started to unpack back into his suitcase. He can’t stay in here another minute. He’ll lose his goddamn mind.

While zipping up his bag, he hears the front door open. Niall’s laugh fills the silence in the house upon his entrance, which gives Harry an idea on how to fix his sleeping situation without raiding the couch.

“Niall!” Harry yells, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

Niall makes his way up the steps toward his voice.

“Yeah?!”

“We’re switching rooms!”

“Oh hell no!”

Niall goes into the room Harry’s in, his face strict and serious.

“You and Y/n have fucked on that bed way too many times. I don’t even think you washed the sheets last time you guys did it on there, either. Pretty sure this room has a permanent stench of sex because of you two.”

Harry’s jaw clenches. Normally, he’d have a rational conversation until he got his way, but he isn’t taking this situation lightly. So, instead, he grabs Niall’s wrist harshly, eyes narrowing down at him as he takes a threatening step closer to him.

Niall’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. Not even because a small part of him felt intimidated, but because this is the first time Harry has shown aggression toward anybody within the past couple of months. There is a chance the part he’s been hiding is becoming unleashed, but Niall knows it was easily set off by Harry’s many failed attempts to get Y/n out of his head.

“I don’t think you understand, Niall” Harry seethes, “I may have not laid my hands on anyone in months, but missing Y/n doesn’t only make me sad, it makes me dangerous. I will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to be as far away from this room as possible. Now I will not tell you again, we are switching rooms.”

Niall rips his hand out of Harry’s grip, shaking it around a bit from the amount of pressure Harry was gripping it with.

“Alright, Jesus,” he groans, “but you better wash those fucking sheets. I refuse to sleep in a bed full of sex.“

Harry lets out a breath he was holding in, somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to be spending three nights in his own personal hell. 

Adjusting the strap of his bag onto his shoulder, Harry slowly nods as he continues to look at Niall. He feels bad for treating him in the way he just did, but the idea of becoming more hurt than he already was is something he wouldn’t be able to live with. 

“Yeah, yeah I will.” He mutters. “I’m sorry, by the way, for that. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I can’t be in this room for another second without losing my mind. I really can’t.”

Niall sighs, slowly reaching up to wrap his arms security around Harry. Being like his brother, he really has felt so bad for what he’s been going through. He can’t imagine the heartbreak, or how he’s even surviving the breakup as well as he has. 

Harry reaches his arms around Niall’s body, hugging him back.

“It’s okay, bud. I get it, you don’t have to apologize. I’ll even wash the sheets for you.”

Harry lets out a slight laugh, shaking his head briefly before detaching himself from Niall and making his way into his room.

Once settled, Harry makes his way down to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and take some time to himself. If this weekend is going to haunt the living shit out of him, he might as well try to make himself relax the slightest bit.

With a bottle of beer held loosely in his hand, he opens the sliding door that leads to the porch. Leaning his body against the doorway, Harry admires the sun setting on the lake, watching as the wind moves the leaves in small dance.

For the first time since the breakup, he actually feels at peace.

“She broke up with you, didn’t she?” Liam asks, suddenly joining Harry on the porch as he sips on a bottle of beer, slinging his arm around Harry’s shoulders.

Harry rolls his eyes, the accusation of her leaving him must have been the topic of all their conversations. Of course that’s what they thought, it must have been so convenient for them to think Y/n could live a great life without him while he would be a danger to the streets. That’s how much he needed her, but they never seemed to notice how much she needed him, not how Harry noticed.

“Why is everyone so convinced that if we were to ever break up, she’d be the one that called it off?” Harry snarls.

“I was the one who ended it.” He continues, “It wasn’t working out.”

He takes a swig from his beer, eyes still trained on the view of the lake. He doesn’t want to continue this conversation, doesn’t want to relive the night that tore his life apart. Most of all, he doesn’t want to talk about it here, at this stupid fucking lake house, and have to dwell on the pain he wishes he could erase. He doesn’t want to be reminded that he was the one who did this to them.

“C’mon,” Liam sighs, “she was the only thing you had. She was the only one to get this Harry back. You were just afraid she’d leave you first.”

Harry decides not to answer, not knowing how to respond. Of course that’s why he ended it, that’s how he operates. He pushes those away just so that nobody pushes him away. He could deal with anybody else doing it, but if Y/n had left him first, there was no way he’d ever make it through that. Not a fiber in his body doubts that for even a second.

“Have you spoken to her at all?” Liam breaks the silence.

Harry looks down at his beer, circling it in his hands. Why does he keep asking him questions he clearly doesn’t want to answer?

“She said she never wanted to see me again.” Harry mumbles, “I haven’t spoken to her since she left.”

Jesus, Harry.” Liam whispers. “Are you okay?”

Something about that question makes something inside of Harry twist. Is he okay? How can he be okay? He hasn’t seen the love of his life, hasn’t talked to her, hasn’t even heard the sound of her breathing in months. Every part of his body hurts every time he thinks about her because the feeling of being away from her is the most painful feeling in the world.

His life was consumed by her love. His entire world changed when he met her. Nobody else could he lay his hands so sweetly on, could his voice speak so softly to, could his heart swell so greatly for. She changed him, even though he was too scared to admit it to her, she changed him. She gave him hope- gave him a reason to hold onto himself.

Since she’s left, in times when he’s at his all-time low, all he can think about is how his arms felt holding her, how his lips felt kissing her, how fucking relieving and beautiful it was to talk to her, and how he let all of that go.

How can he be okay?

Tears cloud his vision, his hands begin to shake. Oh, God. He thought he was over this. He thought he was over the emotions, he didn’t deserve them. He did this, he caused all this, this was his decision. Yet here he is, again, fighting back the tears that have been so desperate to be released.

“I mean” Harry begins, his voice shaking as he speaks, “I mean, I fucked up everything. I had everything I ever needed and I was the one who let it go. I was starting to think that her leaving me would be worse but now-”

He’s choking back sobs, face wet with unwelcomed tears, “now I can’t stop thinking about how much she hates me right now. She has a home without me, she lives her life without me, she is falling asleep at night without me. And the worst part is that she didn’t want it that way. That was all me, everything is because of me!”

Liam rushes to wrap his arms around him, pulling Harry’s head down onto his shoulder so that he has a place to cry. Harry’s holding him like it’s his ever last bit of hope, almost as if grasping for reassurance for his relationship with Y/n.

“Harry.” he whispers.

“Trust me, Liam, I didn’t want this, either” he continues, words scrambling out of his mouth, “but what else was I supposed to do? And now I’m at this stupid fucking lake house where we talked about getting married and she’s not here with me and I can’t do this anymore!”

He’s completely helpless now. His body is weak, shaking against Liam’s tense frame. He’s in so much pain, so much heartbreak that he’s almost screaming, begging God for some mercy because he can’t take this anymore. The constant thought of her, the constant reminder that he’s never going to see her again rips his heart out every second of every day.

“I just really don’t want to know what it’s like to live another day without her” his voice quivers, “I never do.”

Harry’s wet eyes meet Liam’s sympathetic ones. Liam opens his mouth, preparing to say something, but Harry simply shakes his head. He can’t do this anymore. 

He pats Liam’s shoulder- thanking him for being by his side- before turning around to walk away. He slides the glass door open, walking inside the kitchen to replace his now empty bottle of beer with a new one.

“Wait,” Liam mumbles, “wait, Harry, I have to tell you something.”

Harry stops in his place, slowly turning his body around to look at him. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed, seeming confused.

“Y/n- she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”  

minteayoongimakesmewoozi  asked:

Your………… friends to lovers au………………… it gives me life. If you have the time (it's fine if you don't!), could you so one for svt's woozi? Even if you don't, I just want to say your writing is A+++++++ and you're the best, mom!

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  • you meet woozi when he first becomes a trainee at pledis and ,,, you’re one of the only people who when he explains that he wants to become an idol doesn’t just laugh it off or tell him to study on college entrance exams instead
  • nope, you genuinely tell him you’re going to cheer him on until he sees his dream through to the end
  • and that’s how woozi figures out that,,,,,you know what,,,,you’re someone he wants to have around
  • that and you guys bond over the fact that you’re polar opposites
  • like woozi can sometimes seclude himself and come off brash,,,but you’re always open and sweet
  • and woozi might not admit it aloud but your constant encouragement and telling him to look on the bright side of every bad situation he had to go through as a trainee,,,,like,,,
  • it helped him. it really helped him not lose his grip on debut
  • and when he finally debuted,,,,you were one of the first people he told
  • and you could remember for the first time hearing him choke up over the phone and you just !!!! told him that seriously - he was always going to make it, you always believed in him!!!
  • and woozi regards you as one of the friends that he can be 100% honest with
  • which is hard for him as a leader he takes on burdens for others and doesn’t let his feelings out
  • but you know,,,,,his hardships and you make him feel better about anything,,,,
  • which is why when he asks if you two can meet on his off day you’re really surprised because,,,,,as an idol,,,,,,the chances he gets to rest as scarce
  • but you happily agree to let him come over
  • and you’re like sitting beside him in your living room,,,,you guys are watching s movie and woozi isn’t making his usual sarcastic commentary and you can tell something is weird
  • so you turn off the tv and you’re like,,,,,woozi,,,,,,i know when you’re not yourself - is something wrong?
  • and woozi denies it at first,,,,because he’s headstrong - he’s always been like this
  • but you just shake your head and tell him that as his friend, he doesn’t have to lie to you
  • and you can see the hesitation in his face, his eyes darting toward the ground and then his shoulders relax and he’s like 
  • “there is a problem,,,,our next music video is going to have,,,,,,,,,a kiss in it,,,,”
  • and you tilt your head and you’re like ok????and???? and woozi makes a face and is like “i just,,, i just don’t know how to go about doing it - it’s been a long time since,,,,,,,,since ive done that!” and you’re like
  • trying not to giggle because,,,,,,,right woozi spent his teenage years training,,,,he didn’t date
  • but also,,,,,,he’s sitting there getting frustrated over a kiss for a music video,,,,,and you’re like wouldn’t your fans enjoy it if it seemed a bit fake??? you know if you made it awkward because oh no woozi you can’t kiss other people!!
  • and woozi gives you the -__- face and you’re like ok ok fine,,,but how can i help???
  • and woozi suddenly starts going red and he’s like i haD an idea,,,but,,,,,it’s dumb you know what nevermind
  • and you like lean closer and poke his side as he squirms away and you’re like teLL me,,,, and woozi crosses his arms and is like “no,,,,,,the more i think about it the more dumb it is”
  • and you’re like WOOZI as your friend ive heard and seen you do dumb stuff before - c’mon!!
  • and he’s like clicking his tongue with a sigh because f I ne,,,,,,,,,could you possibly let him practice a kiss on you,,,,jUST ONE ,,, he just wants to remember what to do
  • and you sit back in shock a little because even though you’re close your skinship is at a bare minimum with him,,,,but now,,,all of a sudden,,,,
  • and woozi takes your shocked silence as a no as he gets up and throws the pillow he was holding and he’s like sEE I saID IT WAS DUMb,,,anyway i have to go-
  • and you’re like “no, it’s ok! if it helps you lets do it!”
  • and somehow you and woozi end up sitting face to face,,, beads of sweat on both your forehead and it’s one fliMSY little kiss
  • but now that you’re facing each other,,,,you can clearly make out the handsome features of woozi’s familiar face,,, how you’ve always found him so,,,,,,,so cute even with his personality
  • and woozi keeps letting his inner thoughts ring in his brain about how he really really reA L L Y should ignore the pounding of his heart in his chest and how much ,,,,,,, he’s grown to find you,,,,his friEND,,,,,so attractive
  • and finally you can’t take it anymore the nudging closer but then pulling back,,,you and woozi debating quietly about how to do this
  • so you just put your hands on his shoulders and pull him toward you,,,,,
  • and it’s a kiss,,,, at first that’s ,,,,,,like a middle school kiss. just your lips touching, nothing else and you tense up because oh nO,,,,,you shouldn’t have done that
  • but suddenly woozi eases up and his hand falls onto the small of your back and he closes his eyes as he tilts his head
  • and oh god you’re kissing woozi???? whose grip tightens on you and who smells so good up close it kind of makes your head spin a bit
  • and how you think back over the time you watched him grow into this handsome, talented idol,,,,,,,,and how,,,,maybe kissing him,,,,has made you realize you’ve wanted this for a while
  • and by this you mean the feeling of being in woozi’s hands
  • and woozi is thinking the same thing about how he wants to hold you like this,,,,,,how he wants to be the only one who holds you like this
  • and the kiss turns into something that should have lasted a total of five seconds into something more
  • and when you pull away from each other woozi is the first to try to stammer out some excuse like,,, ooh,,,,im sorry i don’t know what came over me,,,
  • but you don’t want to listen to it you just lean in to kiss him again pulling him ontop of you as you fall backwards,,,
  • and when woozi finally has to leave he’s ,,,,, like,,,,,,,,about the music video,,,,, i don’t really want to do the kiss but the company-
  • and you’re like “it’s fine!!! did you think i’d be jealous?” and woozi jumps a bit because lmao it’s obvious that’s what he was getting to but he’s like huh what no im just saying,,,,,,,
  • and you grin and tell him to do his best during the filming and that you’ll cheer for him like you always do
  • but before woozi leaves, he tells you that this time cheer for him not just as a friend but as,,,,,,,,,something more
  • and he kisses your cheek so gently you can hardly feel it but the he turns around to go and you stand there with your hand over your cheek like,,,,,,,,,,,after all these years of knowing him,,,,,,,,,he really is cute,,,,,he really shouldn’t hide it,,,,
  • (but also he only shows it to you,,,,so you’re special hehe) 
You Talk Too Much

 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Loki x Reader

 Word count: 1.039


 Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

 “Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

 “On your knees.”

 Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

 “You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

 Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

 “Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

 “You dare to…”

 “Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

 “Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

 “What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

 “Why should I even listen to you?”

 “It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

 “I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

 You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

 After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

 “Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

 “I’m not the kind of person who…”

 “Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

 “You’re not my king.”

 “Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

 “Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

 “You talk too much.”

 “I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

 “What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

 “Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

 “I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

 “If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

 “I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

 “How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.


 A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

 “A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

 You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

 “I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

 “Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

 “I did.”

 You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You’re a jerk!”

“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

 “Oh my God. You are so funny.”

 “I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

 “You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”

 “Smile?”

 “Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

 “I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

 “You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

 “You say it like it’s a curse.”

 “It isn’t.”

 “Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

 “I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

 “If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

 “Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

 “We may take some hours.”

 Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

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Afternoon Delight

Businessman!Husband!Sam x Reader 

For @anotherwinchesterfangirl who inspired my need for some husband Sam in a suit. (if you want more check out her stuff here)

Warnings: the usual smut and one NSFW gif

Beta: @pleasureoftheguiltiestvariety

Words: 800


“Oh….oh,” a string of unintelligible sounds fall from your mouth as you straddle Sam, bobbing back and forth on his cock. He’s so deep, filling you nearly past your limit as you rock on top of him.

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trans lance,,, i love trans lance

  • some fuckwad: so if you like both guys and girls when you talk about girls are you,,,,, gay?
  • lance, leaning in so close to the mic that he’s swallowing it: nno
  • did u know that even if ur a trans boy u can still like feminine shit and you’re!! still!!! a boy!!!!!
    • lance: one time some dude made fun of me for using a pink highlighter 
    • lance: so i stuck it up his nose 
  • do you think how happy he must’ve been when he saw that the paladin armor is totally gender neutral?? and that he didn’t have to worry about covering his chest??? oh GOD?????
  • hunk: so like,, why ‘lance’
  • lance: because, like the weapon used by many medieval horseman, i too want to be thrown by a devilishly handsome man while simultaneously killing a different man
    • hunk: kinky
MONSTA X - how they confessed.

Request: Hiyaa, can you do a reaction for Monsta X and/or BTS WHERE they freak out about accidently confessing? If you can thank you~!

a/n: i change some things, i hope u don’t mind.


Shownu:

You two are best friends. You were watching a movie together. He was looking distracted at you. “How can you be so beautiful?” He said. “What?” “Oh, nothing, forget it.” “Tell me!” “No.” “Please …” “Don’t look at me like that.” “Why?” “Because I feel like kissing you…OH NO! OH MY GOD I AM SO STUPID. IGNORE THAT.” “You can kiss me if you want.” “What?” “Yeah, I like you, too.” “Okay, I don’t know how you know that.” “Oh, c'mon, kiss me.” “I’M NERVOUS!” He said before FINALLY kissed you.

Wonho:

You were texting. And you told him you found him handsome. And he sent a screenshot saying “OH MY GOD LOOK WHAT SHE SAID TO ME.” After realizing what he had done, he went into despair. But you called him and you ended up confessing to each other.

Minhyuk:

You were in your room just talking. After a while, you fell asleep. You woke up with Minhyuk’s voice. “You’re beautiful and I wanted to tell you how much I love you.” You opened your eyes and he started to scream. “OH MY GOD WERE YOU AWAKE?” “I woke up now.” You laughed. “Did you hear what I said?” “Yes.” “Shit, forget about it.” “NO! I like you too.” “Oh, stop playing with me.” “I’m serious.” “Can we kiss then?” “Yes.” “Today is the best day of my life.”

Kihyun:

You two always pretended they were a couple. “Kihyun! Can you pretend to be my boyfriend again today? My sister is coming to visit me and she will brag about her husband.” “Of course.” He smiled. Minutes later, you heard him talking to Minhyuk. “Hyung, she wants me to pretend to be her boyfriend again. I really like her and it only makes my feelings grow.” “Tell her!” “I can’t.” “Oh, you can, she’s right there.” Minhyuk pointed at you and he turned around to see you. “So …” You said going to him. Minhyuk left you two alone. “I like you. That’s it.” “I like you too. Why do you think I always ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend?” “YOU REALLY LIKE ME?” “YES!” “So, can we stop pretending and dating for real?” “Of course.”

Hyungwon:

You always saying you liked each other as a joke. “Oh, you know, I fucking like you.” He said. “Hm, you do?” “Of course, a pretty girl like you… How not fall in love?” He said and you laughed. “I like you too.” “Look … I really like you.” “What?” “Yes.” “Aren’t you kidding?” “No. It’s 100% true.” “Hmmm, that’s good.” “Why?” “I like you too.” “Okay, now we’re dating. Let’s makeout.”

Jooheon:

You went into his room and he was in front of the mirror. “(Y / n) I like you …” He said looking at the mirror. You didn’t say anything, just watched. “Oh, she’ll never acept to date me like this.” “Of course I will.” You said and he looked at you. “You almost killed me!” “Oh, stop.” You approached him. “Are you going to ask me on a date or…” “Do you want to date me?” He asked, laughing. “Yes.” You said and kissed him.

Changkyun:

You two were best friends, so you had a lot of intimacy and he doesn’t mind telling you his things. “(Y / n) …” He called you. “What?” “What should I do if I’m in love with my best friend?” “I don’t know. I’m this friend?” “Yes.” He said and you looked at him. “Oh really?” “Yeah, what am I supposed to do?” “Kiss her. She likes you back.”


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anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop

Onew

  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”

Jonghyun

  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 

Key

  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 

Minho

  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 

Taemin 

  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 
Socially inept MC tries to pick up Jumin in the messenger
  • MC: I am gonna climb you like a tree.
  • Jumin: ...what?
  • MC: I'm gonna climb you like a tree!
  • Jumin: ...??
  • Jumin: What does that even mean?
  • MC: ///!
  • MC: Um...I guess...you're so tall and handsome that I want to get all up on that?
  • Jumin: Oh.
  • Jumin: ...
  • MC: ...
  • Jumin: ...that actually sounds quite nice.
  • MC: Really?!
  • Jumin: Yes.
  • MC: (^_^)
  • Jumin: ...how would you go about that?
  • MC: Um...I guess with my arms and legs-
  • Zen: OH GOD PLEASE STOP EVERYONE CAN READ THIS STOP.
  • 707: yOU'RE TERRIBLE AT FLIRTING.
Starved

Reader x Yoongi

words: 4893

Rated: M 

Genre: smut

inspired by this prompt list and written for @dimpl3sihav3non3 

A/N- This was a little hard for me to write. There had to be a lot of background story in order for it to make sense, and then Yoongi got the best of me. Hope you like it, sprinkle.

Summary: Y/n calls an escort service for a private tutor.

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Yearning to learn

Originally posted by tabis-eyebrows

Originally posted by s-tttop

A/N ~ Ok so this is pretty long, 9.7K words to be precise. This honestly is supposed to be a oneshot but it I like it so much it may get another chapter or two.

Theme ~ College/University AU

Pairing ~ Professor Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ BTS

Rated ~ SMUT, PURE SMUT


“Hello, are you there?” Your best friend Jennifer asked as she waved a hand in front of your face startling you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to the cafeteria you were sat in.


“Sorry, what?” you asked as you picked up your drink and took a sip.


“Oh my god, have you not heard a word I’ve said?” she asked with a tisk and a shake of her head.


“Sorry” you replied sheepishly as you played with the pitiful excuse of what they called ‘food’ that sat on your tray.


“You’re hopeless, you know he’s never going to notice you right? He’s your professor”


“I know but he’s just so god damn gorgeous” you replied with a sigh as you lent back in your seat.


Ever since your old literature professor retired and was replaced by the new one, you had found it extremely hard to concentrate on anything at all. From the moment he walked in the room you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and how could you, everything about him commanded you look. He was the tall, dark and handsome type, with broad muscular shoulders and eyes that could kill with just one look and a jaw line that was so sharp you were sure it could cut diamonds.

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Hakyeon

  • everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven
  • im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,
  • and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air
  • it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,
  • has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute
  • likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please
  • nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters?????? 
  • “um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”
  • you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable
  • like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him
  • and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner
  • and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out
  • and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”
  • and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes
  • than two
  • and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages
  • and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you
  • and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again
  • and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”
  • and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen
  • and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”
  • and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”
  • and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything
  • and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like
  • “no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”
  • and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?
  • and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”
  • and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”
  • but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????
  • and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”
  • and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”
  • and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”
  • and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”
  • and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”
  • and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush
  • and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”
  • and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face
  • hakyeon: ;) 

Taekwoon

  • simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything 
  • pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall
  • doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????
  • really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet
  • has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it 
  • the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker
  • doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh
  • sings in the shower
  • and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony
  • and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything
  • until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”
  • and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-
  • and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him
  • like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you
  • and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep
  • and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me
  • and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what
  • but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”
  • and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now
  • until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”
  • and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over
  • and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose
  • and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her
  • and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm
  • and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”
  • and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit
  • and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”
  • and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?
  • and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys
  • and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY 

Ken 

  • how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows 
  • his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment
  • im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee
  • when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains
  • had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”
  • likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art
  • hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”
  • hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it
  • probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing
  • and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape
  • and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room
  • but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do
  • and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window
  • and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon
  • but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”
  • and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?” 
  • and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????
  • and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet
  • and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute
  • so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch
  • and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”
  • and you’re like huh what ok
  • and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/
  • but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’
  • and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”
  • and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”
  • ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”
  • you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”
  • ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”
  • you: “a little”
  • ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”
  • and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be
  • and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window
  • also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”
  • and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,ooo so minimalist 
Sleep Deprivation- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 4 of The Torturous Year)

A/N: Okay guys, I have been working on this for so long and it went through many, many edits and talks with my editor/bae to get it where it is now. I hope you guys like it. It is the largest piece I think I have ever written, being over 8k words but I think it is worth it. Sometimes the story just writes itself. :) Enjoy!

Previous Installments: The Torturous Year. (Part 1) -  Methods of Torture. (Part 2) - Pressure Points. (Part 3)

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“Alright, just concentrate, Y/N. Think exactly about what you’re doing.”

Remus heard you groan and sigh loudly before snapping, “I’m trying, if you’d just shut up!”

“Okay, okay, jeeze. Don’t get your pretty little kickers in a twis—ow!” Sirius yelped as you sent a stinging hex his way and turned away from him, towards the cup on the table.

“I’d be impressed if I didn’t hear it coming, love. Now just concentrate.”

Remus stepped in through the portrait to see you staring intensely at a cup placed on the table in the common room, your wand pointing at it. He furrowed his brows as he watched the cup start to shake slightly.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, as he turned to Sirius who was watching just as intensely as you were.

Suddenly the cup teetered a bit more before falling over, spilling the water that was inside it on the table.

“Moony!” You groaned and flopped down onto the couch harshly. Putting a pillow over your face you pressed down, letting out a small, now very muffled scream.

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please continue that request where Ladybug and Chat are racing to figure out each others identities!

You all requested, and I have delivered! Due to high demand, a continuation of this oneshot!

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Marinette paced the length of her room with vehement determination. Each time foot met floorboard her steps became a little less precise and a little more violent. After a few lengths, she was seething with rage. It was a bit of a childish display, perhaps, taking out her frustration on her innocent floor, but Marinette Dupain-Cheng, part-time heroine of Paris, was officially at her wit’s end.

Finally flopping onto her bed with a huff, Marinette let out a long, exasperated groan into her pillows. As much as she would have loved to blame someone or an invisible force for her misery, she knew full well that it was self-imposed.

She had decided to challenge Chat Noir to a competition, because she was sure that she could figure out his identity before he could ever figure out hers.

The bastard figured it out in one day.

Marinette grabbed the small Chat Noir plush from the corner of her bed and glared at it. The plush smiled back at her, the signature Chat Noir smirk stiched permanently onto its felt complexion. 

“Stop mocking me!” she hissed at it, throwing it back in the corner. She allowed her head to drop like an anchor back into her pillows and thought back to her fruitless attempts over the last couple days to figure out her partner’s identity. 

From what Chat had said at patrol 3 days ago, it seemed that he was someone who knew her, at least as an acquaintance. And he had stated outright that they went to the same school so…

Marinette bolted upright and ran over to her desk, lifting piles of sketches and pulling out last year’s yearbook. She hadn’t looked at it since school ended in June and had nearly forgotten about it. She then ran across her room and found her backpack, rummaging through it to find a thick red Sharpie. As much as she lamented defacing a book full of memories, she knew it was for the good of the investigation. 

“Marinette!” A small bell-like voice interrupted her thoughts. Tikki floated up and rested on the cover of the yearbook, pouting slightly. “It’s 10:15. You’re late for your patrol!”

“I can’t go yet!” Marinette protested. “I still haven’t figured out who Chat Noir is! Hell, I’m not even close! I can’t face him yet!”

“Don’t worry about that, Marinette,” Tikki giggled. “He told you he couldn’t make patrol tonight during the akuma attack this morning. He’s busy! Don’t you remember?” 

Marinette may have been too busy over-analyzing her partner’s every move in a desperate attempt to draw a conclusion to actually pay attention to what he was saying. 

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Marinette responded. “Tikki, spots on!” She grabbed the sharpie and yearbook before she swung away out of her window. Who said she couldn’t multitask?

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First, she crossed out the faces of every girl so she could see her options more clearly. Next came all the boys who had been akuma victims. Obviously, she couldn’t remember them all, but she was still able to narrow down the pool quite a bit. Next, she eliminated boys based off appearances. Of course, she only crossed out those who looked absolutely nothing like Chat Noir, since she wasn’t sure which features were possibly changed by his transformation. So far, so good.

Ladybug sat near the top of the Eiffel Tower, haunched over the yearbook for about an hour, eliminating boy after boy for various reasons. Too quiet, too short, and when she looked at Adrien, too perfect in every way.

Ladybug crossed off yet another face, her sharpie running low on ink. She then groaned in anger and let her face drop on the pages of the book. What had she missed? She had crossed off every single boy in the school. 

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wrong number

member: kang daniel
genre: fluff
summary: you haven’t talked to daniel in a while so you used the “sorry wrong number” excuse.
a/n: a lot of people requested part two, so here it is! this is actually the last part too!
part one / two

  • after that one late night call and those uncalled for text messages, the two of you guys started talking again
  • well… mainly through text messaging since you guys didn’t have much time to meet one another
  • most of your texts consist of talking about how stupid you guys were before and how much you guys changed since high school.
  • daniel also sends a lot of photos of his two cats
  • “hey shorty, they wants to see you :(((”
  • and you wanted to see him

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