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Time To Fess Up

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”

A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG

“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee.  You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her. 

“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head. 

“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair. 

“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone. 

“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention. 


“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk. 

“JJ, what was that about?” 

“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk. 

“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Spence she’s not-”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”

“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself. “That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down. 

“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”

“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”

“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”  

“I value her opinion.”

“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him. 

“JJ, what are you talking about?”

“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.

“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.

“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes. 

“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”

“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face. 

“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through. 

“What?” you demanded, still frozen. 

“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground. 

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”

“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”

“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied. 

“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”

“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”

“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”

“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book. 

“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself. 

“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.

“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”

“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s what?”

“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”

“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.

“You’re leaving?”

“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.

“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information. 

“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”

“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair. 

“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.



“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”

“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted. 

“Then explain it to me.”

“Not possible.”

“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”

“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”

“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”

“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?

“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air. 

“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,”  Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again. 

“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“Happy tears are good.”

“I thought you and Maeve were-”

“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained. 

“Well, I- oh crap.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”

“I think you’re safe.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”

“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”

“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan. 

“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again. 

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,704

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

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The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?


After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…


Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,


“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

Funny how the universe always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.

Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different, but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding up a cute card with your name on it.

She waves happily, “언니!”

You wave back and approached her with light steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which she returned gleefully. 

“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like yesterday when we were  overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything! Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight where your boyfriend is?”

“He can wait. I need some food in my system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first. “So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the year.”

Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair. “I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks. “There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”

You laugh and look out the window, suddenly recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus, Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of insanity.

Apologies were made, introductions were properly redone and the rest was history. 

You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t noticed that you’ve arrived. 

“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s. 

You took in the idyllic room, remembering his strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing your shirt and a bouquet of peonies. 

You set your bags in a corner and went to his desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.

‘Ah… I have to say something romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.

“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as you both walked towards your next destination.

“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on Yoongi after all these time.

“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed at an intersection.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”

“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly losing your balance until the other person steadied you.

“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet your eyes.

“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.” You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back hair. “You look great!”

“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed, the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.

“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.

“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year, Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”

“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”

“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”

He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”

“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”

Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”

In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in anticipation until finally, you saw him.

With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when the time came, you were the first to set him free.

And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your embrace.

His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.

Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute, bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.

Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N, you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”

You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”

“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”

“Here in this hall?”

“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”

“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your tears away.

“I’m home.”

And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.

You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.

End of Epilogue.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell.  Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t have excuses. byeeeee

anonymous asked:

sooooo how rfa members and saeran and v (let's say he's not blind for this one lol) would react and what would they do if they were in a club and mc started to do a sexy/provocative dance for them in the middle of the dancefloor and they're just like, sitting at the bar watching her??? please give me life with this one 😍😂

~Oh man. Alright, here we go Coyote Ugly lmfao

◉ Yoosung

  • Of course he is blushing when he sees you
  • Almost falls off of the bar stool
  • Low-key glancing around making sure no guys are staring at you
  • While also taking pleasure in the fact that you’re looking at him
  • He feels so special!
  • But also…should he look away?
  • He’s never been in this situation before!
  • It’s flustering him, honestly
  • And you’re making him feel hot omg
  • His pants are a little tighter
  • Already imagining what he is going to tell the guild back in LOLOL
  • Taking mental pictures of you while it’s happening
  • He’s definitely going to remember this moment
  • When you finally walk up to him he doesn’t even give you a chance to say anything
  • Pulls you into a long deep kiss to try and get some of that built up passion out of himself

◉ Jumin

  • He is smirking
  • Just letting you do your thing
  • Took some blurry photos tbh
  • Enjoying every god damn second of it
  • Giving out those ‘yeah, she’s mine’ eyes
  • “the smolder” look (sry I HAD TO…HE WOULD)
  • Confident as shit about this
  • Nodding at everyone in visual range
    • “You wish you had that,” he tells a guy who has been staring as well
  • Alright though
  • You made a big mistake
  • Guess who is asking you to dance for him now on a regular basis
  • He’s already thinking of songs in his head
  • And outfits…

◉ Zen

  • His eyes are about to pop out of his head!
  • Cheeks are immediately flush
  • He’s taking pictures
  • Taking short videos
  • Taking selfies of him smirking with you in the background dancing
  • Enjoying the show for a moment until he remembers that you’re in public
  • And other MEN CAN SEE YOU
  • One is sitting right next to him, staring
  • Omg and two others are getting awfully close to you on the dance floor
  • Okay, now he is in protector mode
  • Leaves his drink at the bar and jumps up to dance with you
  • That way everyone knows you belong to him
  • Plus
  • He’s got some moves of his own he’d like to show you ;)

◉ Jaehee

  • She turns around to see you dancing out there, looking at her
  • OMG
  • She chokes on her drink a bit, honestly
  • It’s suddenly hot in this club
  • You look so amazing
  • She can’t take her eyes off of you
  • Had no idea you could move like this
  • Okay…
  • Some idea… ;)
  • Is she smiling a little bit?
  • Yes she is
  • Trying to keep a straight face, though
  • Hears some guys at the bar talking to each other about approaching you
  • Then you make your way over to her and give her a big kiss
  • The guys are now cheering you both on
    • “Maybe we should make our way home,” she suggests with a smirk

◉ Saeyoung

  • Wow
  • He did not expect to see you out there dancing like that when he turned around with his drink
  • Chewing on his bottom lip while watching you
  • You were looking good af
  • He was honestly fine sitting back and enjoying the show tbh
  • But some guy got behind you and started to dance with you
  • Oh hell no
  • Chugged his drink and made his way over to you
  • Wedges himself between the two of you to kind of give him the hint that he should scram
  • He actually likes this song
  • So he starts to dance, too
  • And you guys have a little sexy dance-off out on the floor haha
  • He’s actually not being goofy?? It’s actually pretty hot and like a Chippendale’s level of moves
  • But then he had started to remove clothing and the bouncers put an end to it
    • “Sir, put your clothing back on or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

◉ V

  • Where’s that gif of him Viktor

Originally posted by viiktorss

  • Ah yes, there it is
  • That’s exactly what happens when he sees you out there dancing like that
  • He had no idea???
  • How did he not know this?
  • He was not prepared ok
  • Once he gets over the initial shock he is really into this, honestly
  • He actually chuckles and gets a sideways smirk while watching you
  • Crosses his legs and slowly sips his drink while you dance
  • Beaming every time someone at the bar makes a comment about you
  • Looks over at them all cocky
  • Eventually joins you when he finishes his drink
  • Grinds up behind you and pulls you close
    • “I’m so lucky that you’re all mine,” he whispers in your ear
  • You don’t make it all the way home before he has to pull the car over because he is thinking about it so much

◉ Saeran

  • Well, shit.
    • “This is interesting,” he mutters
  • Cocks his eyebrow and is now chewing on his drink straw while watching you
  • Low-key making sure no one tries to grind up on you or he’s going to punch them
  • Trying his best to look nonchalant about it but inside he is sweatin’ tbh
  • Tapping his foot to try and keep chill
  • How dare you do this to him
  • Puts his drink down and just gets up and leaves through the crowd
  • You’re confused?? Where is he going?
  • You end up going after him
  • Moving through the crowds of people when a hand grabs your arm and yanks you
  • Saeran has pulled you into the bathroom and locks the door
  • And…well you know lolol

Originally posted by chichangyu

  • thanks to anon’s request for bf yugyeom you guys are going to have the pleasure of reading me gradually have a mental breakdown over how much i love kim yugyeom
  • okay!! you meet yugyeom through bambam
  • u and bam have been good friends for a few years and yet??? you’ve never met yugyeom
  • like you’ve met the others, but it’s like every time you come close to finally meeting yugyeom he’s just like “gotta go!!1″
  • at first you’re like “oh i just have terrible timing i’m sure we’ll get to really talk to each other one day”
  • but no
  • it’s like he’s avoiding you like the plague and you’re not sure whether to confront the others about it cause you know they know
  • they’re too nosy to not know
  • but also in the back of your mind you’re worried you’re making too much of a fuss about it
  • in the end you go up to bam like “does yugyeom hate me or what”
  • bam is both taken aback and also smirking. you know the smirk
  • “why, what ever do you mean-” “KUNPIMOOK BHUWAKUL I SWEAR TO GOD”
  • bam refuses to disclose anything to you bc of “bro code” and you’re low(high)key offended bc i mean, here you were, thinking that you were more bam’s bro than yugyeom well exCUSE YOU
  • still, he keeps his lips shut tight for the first time in his life so you resort to the others
  • you know jb won’t say anything, he’s a good dad
  • jinyoung would spill just to spite the evil maknae but apparently yugyeom promised he’d get jinyoung a new pair of sneakers so he was a no go too
  • jackson claimed he couldn’t say anything bc it was “too precious watching you two suffer”
  • mark just laughed and walked away
  • your last resort is youngjae, and you think that maybe you can win him over by buying him meat or something but even he’s somehow sworn to secrecy
  • for weeks, you are suffering
  • you’re like so close to giving up and just accepting that yugyeom actually hates your guts and the others are too nice to say anything abt it when you get a text from bam asking you to stop by their dorm to drop off a jacket that he left at your place
  • you have a key to their place so it’s super easy to get in and you’re thinking from the way bam phrased his text to you that he was actually home to receive the jacket
  • you’re proven wrong when you enter and instead of bam and the boys it’s just.. yugy
  • he’s somewhere in the middle of yelling at the tv and climbing over the back of the couch when he realizes he’s no longer alone
  • you kind of stand dumbfounded in the doorway with bam’s jacket in hand and your eyes wide and all you can muster is a “…whatcha doin”
  • yugyeom flashes like twenty shades of red and slowly sits back down on the couch like a normal person before he points at the paused scene on the tv, “i’m watching a really frustrating drama”
  • when you look over at the tv, you immediately recognize it and drop bam’s jacket without a second thought, barreling toward the couch to plop next to yugyeom and you miss the look of surprise and terror that crosses his face as you just start fan girling
  • “when did the new episode drop??” “did he kiss her yet?” “I honestly can’t stand this second lead you know” “can you believe it’s taken them ten episodes to even mention they have feelings for each other?”
  • yugyeom is both nervous and really kind of glad you like this drama as much as him but he was really hoping that you wouldn’t catch him, in all places, like this
  • but then you give him a small, reassuring smile and motion at the tv “go on, play it”
  • needlesss to say, bambam is the only one not surprised when the others come home to see you and yugyeom standing up on the couch, yelling nonsense over bottles of soju as the main lead misses his chance to confess again
  • suddenly, it’s like the avoiding you thing had never happened
  • instead of yugyeom bolting out of the door as soon as you come over, he’s sticking around, asking you how your day is, if you’ve eaten yet, if you wanna catch a movie later with him and youngjae
  • you two bond over your similar love in dramas and music and soon enough yugyeom and you aren’t even hanging at the dorm with the others anymore
  • yugyeom is picking you up at your place and taking you for long drives, to this bbq place he likes, to playgrounds to act like the grown little kids you are
  • it’s in the middle of one of your drama marathons that yugyeom works up the urge to kiss you for the first time
  • you’re kinda just curled up beside him, your head laying against his shoulder, and the main couple on the screen are kissing and yugyeom tenses but you don’t even notice
  • you just let out this lovey sigh like “i wish someone would kiss me like that”
  • you’re dropping hints ok
  • like the amount of times you’ve said something like that while you two watched your dramas together
  • the boy stupit okay
  • since the boys are out for the night, it’s the perfect chance, yugyeom thinks
  • but he’s still so nervous bc?? what if you got angry and rejected him and never talked to him or bam again? bam would kill him. yugyeom would kill himself before bam even had a chance
  • bouncing between actually doing it or just leaving your relationship how it was plagues him constantly, to the point where he can’t sleep without thinking of the “what if’s”
  • “o-oh yeah? im sure someone will one day” yugyeom tries to reassure you with a lame excuse
  • and like, you’ve had it
  • “god damn it kim yugyeom! do i have to spell this out for you?!” yugyeom blinks back at your outburst, his brows furrowed
  • he wants to ask why you’re yelling but you’re clearly not finished
  • “i have been dropping hints that i want to kiss you for god knows how long and you always sit back and say the same thing every time and i’m honestly at my wit’s end with you bc i can’t tell if you really don’t notice how i feel or if you really don’t care but-”
  • and. yeah. yugyeom has seen enough dramas to know what he’s supposed to do now
  • his lips find yours clumsily but it silences you immediately, and you let out a soft moan of approval before he peels back, lips shining with your spit as he tentatively touches over his mouth for a moment, then looks up at you bashfully like “did I do that right?”
  • turns out the reason he always ran away from you whenever you were around was bc he was crushing incredibly hard on you and all the boys knew it
  • instead of the boys coming home to you and yugyeom screaming at the tv they come home to you two making out on the couch and you can’t tell if jackson’s cheers or jaebum’s horrified screams are louder
  • so i’ve touched heavily on the fact that yugyeom loves dramas but i dont think I’ve made my point??
  • if he binges a show and likes a certain character he becomes that character
  • you were so close to strangling him that time he watched moon lovers and went around talking like wang so for a week
  • also always somehow twenty steps ahead of you with every drama
  • he walks by you starting a new drama and just snorts like “finally you’re watching it? took you long enough”
  • he’s seen every drama in existence
  • gets very emotionally involved to the point where he calls you crying in the middle of the night and you think something is legitimately wrong but he’s just like “he died!!! they killed him! i’m boycotting this show”
  • you let him cry it out tho cause same
  • also, boy is perpetually somewhere between romantic and awkward
  • sometimes he can really make you swoon but he’s such a sweetheart like five minutes later he’s spilling his drink down his shirt or something
  • whenever he sees you wearing any piece of his clothing he just smiles to himself and elects to take a thousand pictures of you in it
  • “yugyeom it’s just a hat” “i know but it’s my hat!! how cute is this??? youngjae come look at this-”
  • bambam gets kinda jealous when he finds out you’re more interested in yugy than him these days
  • like one day you come over to the dorm and he’s like “hey!!” and you’re like “heyyyy where’s yugyeom”
  • from that day on he just seethes in a corner as you ignore him for the maknae
  • sometimes you catch him and he’s so bitter when you ask him what’s up
  • “why don’t you ask yugyeom what’s up? since you love him so much”
  • he’s even the same way with yugyeom it’s like he wants to spend time with the both of you but like. not at the same time
  • probably third wheels too
  • he’s not sure if he’s grieving more over you or yugy
  • jackson is your number one fan by the way
  • you can not look at yugyeom for 0.000001 seconds without jackson claiming how in love you both are
  • he even manages to embarrass you both further by taking really silly pictures of the both of you and threatening to post it on instagram
  • “i love love, okay” sure jackson
  • there’s never a dull moment with yugyeom tbh
  • even when yall are just laying in silence its so nice with him
  • sometimes you absentmindedly groom him
  • you fix his hair, wipe things from his mouth, kiss his cute lil cheeks and scold him about eating better
  • he acts like he doesn’t like it but he really really does
  • if he “complains” and you pull your hand from his hair he’ll catch your wrist and put it back where it was with a pout “i didn’t say stop tho..”
  • he attempts to teach you how to dance like him but… that’s not happenin 
  • he does like this really cool move and then tells you to copy him and like you can’t help but laugh bc sure thing lmao
  • always dancin by the way
  • you’re standing in line? hes dancing
  • you’re brushing your teeth? dancing
  • you’re making dinner? dance
  • he’s such a wonderful bf tho like he’s bashful and sometimes he doesn’t always say how he feels right off the bat bc he’s not used to being open with his feelings like that but it only adds to how much you love him
  • he’ll look over at you when you’re both dozing off and just smile
  • he’s overflowing with the #fond
  • “you know, I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever. got married and had kids and just lived our lives happy, you know? i just want to live my life happy. with you.”

other boyfriend!got7:

college boyfriend!mark


I Have a Very Specific Skill Set (Matt Murdock x reader)

Request: Could you please write a Matt Murdock x reader fic where the reader is working with a crime boss to make ends meet and she ends up fighting Matt, who tries to convince her to leave the criminal life. She’s reluctant because it’s hard to find good work with her skill set. Maybe with some flirtatious tension between the two as they fight? :)

“Fog!  I’m gonna run out for coffee!” Matt called across their small shared law office, hurrying towards the door before his partner could object.  The heat from the city streets was filling the room, and the sound of fans that did nothing more than circulate it were drowning out his voice.  He should have known better than for that to be enough to help, because in an office this size, there was no getting away without hassle if Foggy’s bullshit radar had been triggered.

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The Best Kind of Warmth

You’re really tiny but your crush is tall and it’s really cold one day at school. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists. You just walk around school covered in your crush’s scent all day long. Thank you so much ❤️

- @graciethebooknerdpjohoolove​

I hope this is kind of like what you wanted, and I hope that you have an amazing birthday (and that something like this happens).

Lots of Love xx

P.S. It felt so good to write again!


Your POV

Waking up this morning, I snuggled up to my sheets and braced myself for the rush of cold I was about to endure. I muster up all the strength I can and push the sheets off me, exposing my previously-warm body to the chill of my bedroom. Stepping out of bed didn’t help either, as my feet made me wonder whether it was possible to get hypothermia that fast.

After a few seconds, I finally managed to get myself out of my room to take a nice, warm shower. However, I was hit with another wave of icy-cold air upon stepping out onto the floor mat. I managed to wrap myself in my towel long enough to make the next two minutes of getting dressed seem bearable, quickly put my makeup on, perfect my messy bun and head out of the house.

Three minutes in to my usual walk to school, it dawns on me that of all of the days I need it, I’ve left my jumper at home. Usually I would quickly run back home and get it, but today I’m already running late enough and I don’t want to miss my first class of the day - English.

I almost miss the final set of lights before I arrive at school, but a quick attempt at a sprint has me getting into the front gates a few minutes before the first bell goes.

By the time I get to the English classroom, I’m cooling off from the sweat that accumulated from my rushed journey to school, and discover that the exertion has warmed me up. Content with this realisation, I take my usual seat and get out the homework I had rushed late last night.

I really must work on my procrastination, but every time I tell myself to get the work done early, I end up finding some hilarious YouTube video and get trapped in that black hole for a couple of hours. Before I even realise what’s happened, it’s dark outside and I have two hours to get all of my homework done - or face the wrath of my teachers bad sides.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone bump into me.

“Oh, sorry Y/N.”

It’s Y/C/N. God, that smile could make flowers grow.

“Don’t even worry about it.” I smile back, hoping that he can’t see the blush forming on my cheeks just because he looked at me. Ugh, the things that boy does to me.

He takes his regular seat a few seats away from me and I try my hardest to not let my jaw-dropping peripheral view distract me from what I’m sure is key content for the upcoming exams.

An hour and a half and ten pages of notes later, I’m exposed yet again to the harsh winter breeze that seems to be eternal. Just as my body realises where I am and my temperature plummets, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning around, I am met with none other than the Greek God-like face that belongs to Y/C/N.

“Hey, you look like you’re freezing,” he observes. His eyes scanning the goose bumps on my forearms. “Would you by any chance….”

I look up at him from the ground - where my eyes had been glued ever since I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.

“…like to borrow my jacket?” He asks, looking nervous and hell. I almost want to laugh because of the relief his being nervous gives me. It’s nice to see that even Greek Gods get nervous sometimes.

“Umm,” I begin, completely unsure of what the right answer is. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want you to have to tolerate this cold. Especially since you were smart enough to actually bring something to keep you warm.”

“I insist.” He states, much more confidently I might add. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to deal with the cold anyway.”

I blush. This time not minding so much since it’s already kind of increasing the warmth on my face.

He puts his books down and takes off his jacket. I try not to faint from the hint of abs I see under his shirt as he does so.

He then holds out the jacket, and I take this opportunity to put my books down as well. I turn back around and guide my arms through the sleeves. Grateful, I thank him one more time, to which he responds. “Anytime, it looks better on you anyway.”

I blush once more, thinking about how much of a workout my cheeks are getting from this surreal encounter.

He grabs his books, and as he turns to leave says, “I hope to see you around.”

I nod and once he’s out of earshot, I whisper, “Me too.”

The warmth of his jacket, and the hint of his scent that comes with it are enough to keep a beaming smile on my face for the rest of the day, and I can’t help but think that wearing his jacket feels so right.

Properly Acquainted

AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m… almost sorry for this?

This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:

Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.

I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!

Also on Ao3 here.

“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”

Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.

“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”

“Close… what?”

“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”

“Well yeah. Duh.”

“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for hacking at things from about arm’s length.”

They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s dream.

“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”

“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”

“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.” 

“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”

“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s kryptonite.

“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t even congeal right.”

“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”

“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”

“I want to be scary.”

“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”

“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat. Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”

“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.

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I Guess We’re the Same, So Don’t Leave Me Behind

Read Chapter 7 on AO3

Summary: 28-year-old Teruki is depressed, working a dead-end job, and sees life as meaningless and dull. Only when, Shigeo, another esper going through the same troubles as him enters his life he realizes he’s not so alone.

Notes:  In case any of you are interested, a lot of my Mob characterization comes from @imgay100​’s fic “be there” which can be read here. Both fics take place in the same au, so I recommend checking it out!

And if you are looking for some ageswap ritshou that is also set in the same universe as IGWTS, I recommend you check out “Cracking the Code” by @missilekiller​, right here!

I have also set up a discord server for this fic! If you are interested in joining please shoot me a message for the link! 

Previous Chapters:

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |

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19 Days Omegaverse Chapter 6

Warning: NSFW

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

The stench was overpowering and he could have sworn he felt his stomach start to churn. But at least here his own scent was hidden, he was sure no one would bother searching for him in a dingy alley next to an overflowing dumpster.

“Mo Guan Shan!? I knew I recognized that red hair”

Said red-haired omega looked up and was startled to find the blonde omega that tried sitting with him at lunch last week, “What the fuck, how did you find me!?” Guan Shan stared at the excitable omega, so much for hiding.

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Switching Places: Epilogue Part 3 & 4 (SMUT)

Title: Switching Places Epilogue Part 3 & 4
Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Metro PD: Close To You
Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery?
KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA (reference)
Characters: Kirisawa, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota

Summary: SMUT FOR YOU ALL, closure for Mika, Eisuke and Soryu (Mamoru sort of?) Previously, Mia sort of tricked Mika back to the penthouse to celebrate Baba’s birthday, one thing led to another and Mia suggested to have a THREESOME?!

Notes: The moment you’ve all been waiting for- are Mika and Eisuke gonna do it or what? Also, this is LONG! I haven’t forgotten about Soryu either. Highly suggest you read this when you have time & probably sitting down.

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hifftn - try not to hate me (too much)


The King Almighty, on both his knees in front of you, he takes one last glance at you before lowering his head between your thighs and feeling his warm finger pushes your panties to the side and licks your sex. You let out a sigh, well at least he’s doing something right. His tongue penetrates your pussy lips and eagerly swirls it inside, desperate to taste you, to satisfy you.

You watch him from above, hand on his head, occasionally pats and plays with his hair while Eisuke Ichinomiya, the CEO of Ichinomiya’s group is exploring your sex with his tongue. This guy sure has a smart mouth, you’ll give him that.
“Ahhh..” Arching your back to the Italian sofa of his as he squishes his handsome face into your pussy and fucks it fiercely, moving his hand to your clit to only find you stopping him, he immediately looks up, slightly confused. A playful grin tug at the corners of your lips, “You can’t make me cum with just your tongue?” His eyes darken at your challenge and proudly replies with his signature smirk, “Oh I will make you cum alright, just make sure not to wake Mia.”

Getting back to his unfinished business but this time his eyes are locked on you, he wants a show, let’s give him one. Your hands begin to unbutton your blouse and fondle your own breasts, pinching your nipples through your black lace bras till they are red and standing. “Ohhh….” Letting out a short gasp right after he twitches his tongue around, driving you close to the edge. “Not close enough.” You mutter and buckle your hips forward, Eisuke gets the hint, thrusting faster and harder, anxious to see you cum.

The infrequent hmm and ahhh along with the squishing sound becomes music to his ears but that’s not enough, he wants more, he needs more. Your whimper, you moaning his name, he’s been fantasizing long enough, this is real. You keep panting until you are overcome with bliss and cum with a sigh of relief. Eisuke continues licking and sucks up all your juice, sticking his tongue deeper into your pussy before pulling out.

He chuckles, straighten up himself with his knees still on the white carpet. You stop him again, placing one foot on his left shoulder, pushing him back down with his bottom touches his own ankles. Your foot trace to his broad chest then eventually down to the budge in his trousers. Eisuke chuckles again, this time more arouse, “I like where this is heading.” Oh really? You think to yourself while he impatiently unbuckles his belt and free his “pride” from agony. Not bad, but not as impressive as Mamoru’s, not that he wants to know.

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A Warm Welcome(NSFW)

Originally posted by ilostmyshoe-79

Characters: Y/n, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, smut!!! Loads of smut, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple kink, biting, sweat kink, dirty talkish.  

Word Count: 2020

Summary: Dean goes over to welcome his new neighbour, but Y/n gets a much better one later.

A/N: This is a requested fic I got from @bookwolverine​ - Could you do a DeanxMale Reader where the reader is a young neighbor of Deans who comes over to visit only to be surprised by a sweaty, shirtless dean. Basically smut happens including daddy kink and nipple play.
Hope this is smutty enough for you. Theres some nipple stuff, but I don’t know if i put enough. But i hope u like it. 

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53@supernatural-jackles @d-s-winchester @winchesterreid @teamfreewill-imagine@deanscherrypie@helvonasche @fly-f0rever@kaitlynnlovegood@notnaturalanahi@kittenofdoomage @wayward-mirage@nerdflash@riversong-sam @miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@tttiiigggeeerrrsss @deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache


“Hello, is anyone here?”

Y/n rushed down the stairs, avoiding all the boxes to be greeted by a man standing in his new living room.


Y/n had never been flustered before. Not like this. But this guy was stunning.

He was basically perfect. His entire face was just-beautiful.

“Hey there, neighbour. Just wanted to come by and introduce myself. Welcome you to the neighbourhood.”

Y/n nodded, not able to speak as all his energy was being taken up looking the man up and down.

“Uh-thanks”, he said, taking the dish out of the man’s hands.

“It’s just a few burgers and stuff. Thought you might want something to eat.”

Y/n nodded, inviting the man further into his house and shoving the few boxes off his table.

“I’m y/n y/l/n, by the way.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester”.

“Well, hi Dean. Sit. I don’t want to eat alone.”

Dean chuckled, sitting beside y/n and watching as he unwrapped the dish, running and getting two plates and putting the burgers and fries on them.

“I don’t have any sauce or anything. Sorry”.

“It’s fine dude. Made sure everything was perfectly cooked. You won’t need a single drop of sauce or ranch cos it’s that moist.”

Y/n nodded, his mouth watering as he took a bite.

The flavours were so intense. Perfectly seasoned, the charcoaly taste from the grill. The spices and herbs mixed perfectly and he could feel the juices running out into his mouth.

He let out an obscene moan, finally able to eat something that wasn’t either snacks or sandwiches from the stores.

“Damn dude. I knew I was good, but I didn’t think I was that good”.

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Small Town Girl ♥ Bucky x Reader One Shot ♥ Pt. 2

Originally posted by laylees


Word Count ↠ 1,556

Warnings ↠ Fluff, Angst, Cursing.

Summary ↠ Bucky comes back as promised the next day, and you decide to invite him over for dinner that day. He says something that triggers bad memories, and before you know it, you’re kissing. [Key ↠ Y/N=Your Name, Y/L/N=Your Last Name.]

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In Media Res pt. 2

Okay, so here it is. God bless it, here it is. Shout out to @detective-rowan for letting me ramble vaguely at her about my frustrations. VERY dialogue heavy. Please be gentle to my weak heart. This is what Melpomene whispered to me. I just kept thinking of this quote from chess Grand master and Checkers champion Harry N. Pillsbury:  “Many tournaments are won before the tournament begins.”

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BTS Bodyguard Yoongi 'Breaking Point' Part 1

@hyunguponew​ asked: *whispers into the void* bodyguard Suga expansion

A/N: This started as a drabble expansion and then grew legs and ran away from me. *awkward laugh* Hopefully you guys will like it even though it’s long. 

This is a drabble freaking long expansion of a reaction I wrote here.

Yoongi hadn’t been with the security detail long before he had an impact. Highly observant he was the only guard to notice the color was off on one of the service staff’s jackets. It was a tiny detail but enough to get his attention. Which made him keep an eye on the person long enough to notice other things were amiss. Turns out Yoongi was right, that guy didn’t belong there. His good sense had ended up diverting a serious situation. 

After receiving congratulatory pats on the back from his peers you came over and thanked him personally. It had been a long time since such a serious effort had been made against your life. Even though it may ruffle the feathers of those with seniority you asked to have Yoongi moved up to your personal guard. He’d already proven himself more than capable. 

And that’s how you met. Months went by with him at your side. He was diligent and always polite but kept a professional distance. It was hard to know what was going through his head. You supposed you didn’t mind. Maybe it was easier for him to do his job that way. But sometimes it irked you that as friendly as you tried to be, he always held a part of himself back. 

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Bully (Chanyeol)~ [Part 4]

Here is yer scenario! I broke off the “y” key on my keyboard.


It been two of months since the first aquarium date, Chanyeol took me on a second date to the carnival and the third date, we went on a mini hike. From the first date onward my feelings for him developed even more.

We’re comfortable with each other now and he and Kris are getting along too. Kris knows I like Chanyeol and I made him swear to keep it a secret. My only frustration is that Chanyeol doesn’t seem to notice my feelings or give off any sign that he likes me back. Does he even like me back? I doubt it.

Right now, I was on my way towards a small cafe to have a cup of coffee with Kris. When I reached his table, he grinned and stood up.

“It’s about time. I’ll go order for us. Caramel cappuccino, right?” he smirked, already knowing my favorite. I gave him a nod and he made off towards the counter. I sat there, taking in the coffee smell that somehow calmed my nerves. People outside were rushing by to get to their destinations.

A few moments later, Kris came back with two cups off steaming coffees in his hands and sat down across from me. He handed me my cup and took a sip from his.

“So, how have you been?” he asked. I shrugged.

“Like every other day I guess. I’ve been dropping hints since our first date and he’s not getting any of them! I don’t think he even likes it, Yi Fan.” I sighed, propping my face on my fist.

“Why don’t you just confess to him?”

“And what if he doesn’t return those feelings? I’d look like a fool.” was my reply.

“Well, you never know unless you try. Now, how about you practice? Pretend I’m Chanyeol and tell me how you feel.” he suggested. I nodded and looked up at him.

“Hey…um…Over the last two months..I um..I kind of uhh…” I started. What can I say, pretending or not, saying my feelings about Chanyeol out loud makes me nervous and my heart palpitate.

“You kind of what, ____?” Yi Fan replied, putting his acting to work.

“I…I like you…A lot..and I’m hoping you can return my feelings.” I finished and faced my cup of coffee again.

“See? Was that hard?” he asked. I smiled and shook my head.

“And if he doesn’t return your feelings then he’s missing out on a great girl.” he cheered me up. I looked back at him with a smirk.

“Just ‘great’? Gee, thanks bestie. You’re pretty great too.” my eyes playfully rolled in their sockets at him, causing him to let out a chuckle.

“Okay, wonderful?” he raised an eyebrow, I shook my head.

“Fantastic? Fabulous? Marvelous? The best girl in the world?” he threw out random words.

“I like that last one.” I laughed.


The next day, I was nervous all over again. My hands were slightly shaking as I walked towards Chanyeol’s locket.

You can do this. You can confess to him. There’s a chance he likes you back. You can do this.

I gave myself some encouragement. I felt pretty confident, until I saw him at his locker.

He had a girl in his arms. His arm was around her lower waist and hers’ was around his neck. He said something that made her giggle obnoxiously. My heart broke at the sight but, I kept to my plan. I just need to get her away from him.

“Hey, Chanyeol!” I greeted him. He pulled away from her with a scowl.

“Need something?” he growled.

“I umm…can you meet me after school today?” I asked, wanting to tell him in private.

“No, I’m busy.” he waved his hand, motioning me to go away.

“But it’s important…” I trailed off. He sighed in frustration and turned back to me.

“I already told you I’m busy. And besides, don’t you have a boyfriend to be with?” he sneered, narrowing his eyes. Now I’m confused.

“Boyfriend? Where did you get that idea?” I questioned.

“I’m not stupid, ____. I saw you two yesterday at the coffee shop. I heard you tell him how much you like him.” he suddenly spat.


“Kris! I know you like him! I saw you two at the coffee shop yesterday and I thought I might join but you confessed to him. If you liked him that much then why did you go on those dates with me? Was that a way to get back at me for bullying you? Was it a way to humiliate me? You know what? It’s fine, the dates don’t mean anything to me either.” he pushed himself off the locker, grabbed the girl and started to walk of. Now, my blood was boiling. He’s so stupid sometimes!

“I was practicing! I’m not dating Kris, he’s my friend!” I yelled at him. He suddenly turned around.

“Oh sure, use that now. What were you "practicing” hmm?“ his arms crossed, staring at me to give an answer.

"I was practicing to confess to you! If you haven’t noticed, I like you, okay?! I have liked you since our first date and you haven’t even noticed the hints I’ve dropped. This wasn’t how I planned to confess but I guess the cat’s out of the bag. Besides, I see you’re busy.” I motioned to the girl behind him. She didn’t speak, she only rolled her eyes at me.

At this point, Chanyeol went silent. His eyes were wide, his mouth was opening and closing like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. I took this as a sign that I should go, so I did. I turned around and left.

Later that day, I walked home alone. Yi Fan called me and told me he’d be over later with food. Chanyeol, well, he’s probably with that chick he was all over this morning.

I reached my front gate and stopped in my tracks. Chanyeol was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back holding a bouquet. Once he noticed me, he stopped and stride up to me.

“Hey, ____.” he nervously chuckled.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to apologize about this morning.” he replied. Then he held up the bunch of flowers and handed them to me. I reluctantly grabbed them from him.

“____, look. I’m really, really, really sorry about what I said this morning. I didn’t know why I was even speaking with that girl. I guess I felt hurt hearing you fake confess to Kris that I wanted to make you jealous. ____, I like you too, a lot. What I said about the dates was a lie. I really enjoyed being with you. So, please give me another chance.” he spilled. His eyes were begging me and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re a real dork, you know that?” I chuckled. He smiled, knowing I was forgiving him.

“So…will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, taking another step closer to me.

“I’d like that.” was my reply. His smile grew wider as he lifted me off the ground with a hug.

“Jesus, it was about time. Everyone was waiting for it.” someone spoke behind me.

“Kris, we’re still waiting for you to get a girlfriend.” I shot back. He threw a bag of chips at me.


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Sweet Dish (M)

Originally posted by snowmons

» namjoon x reader
» 2.2k
» Hello, I’m new to this, but I recently found out that I share the same birthday as Namjoon and was hoping for a one shot, based around that? Smut or fluff would be great, thank you!
» warning: smut (public sexual acts) 

Abstinence could be a curse. Of course, if you weren’t an idiot, you could use it to your advantage and make it worth your while. Refraining from sex was frustrating but, given that you chose to only keep from it over a week, it honestly wasn’t that hard.

Namjoon, on the other hand, found it very hard (because he was hard, like all the time you realised). Telling him that you were too tired or too busy was honesty because you always were busy and tired. Usually, however, you made time for Namjoon to do what he wanted.

So the week leading up to the two of your birthdays was a long, long period of time for him.

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