only took me 3 weeks to notice i missed an obvious one

Illegal Adventures

Jeff Atkins x Reader

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why
Summary: Jessica’s party seems to bore (Y/N) and Jeff, so she takes him on a quick adventure that isn’t so legal, but Jeff doesn’t need to know that.
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Jeff Atkins, Bryce Walker and Jessica Davis.
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, drunk driving, death, cussing.
A/N: I know from the warning it seems like the scene where Jeff dies but he doesn’t, mkay. And once again I prove how terrible I am at naming stories! Tbh I don’t like this story as much and I’m not proud of it, but whatever, I wanted to post something soon.


Alcohol flooded through (Y/N)’s system, not enough that she was complete drunk but enough that she felt dizzy standing in the presence of all of the horny teenagers around her—who were also pretty wasted.

She pushed past several people who tried to grab at her and grind up against her, but she quickly shoved them off until she made it outside into the backyard. It was slightly empty except for the few people playing beer pong, drinks sloshing around hazardously that (Y/N) decided to go sit near the pool.

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Never Ever.

Jaebum x reader

synopsis“After all these time of me hurting you, why?” “Because Jaebum, never ever, I would fall out of love with you.” 

word count: 1356

genre: angst

“I love you.”

A salty, wet drop of vapor rolled down onto your cheek as you shot up from the bed, eyes darting across the dim room to a small bed table. Stretching your hands towards the digital alarm clock to tap the button, causing the artificial light to shine all over your room, displaying the time “3:07a.m.”

“I love you.” The words that used to haunt you the most at 3am somehow found its way into your head again: Jaebum’s never ending, soothing voice roaming the halls of your head, locked inside the depths.

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You Left Me- Calum Hood

Originally posted by digmedownmendes

“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now I see what I should’ve from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And now I’m leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)

So this is a long one….just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy…Also this gif is so cute….

You have never really done PR relationships before. As a pretty well known model, of course you’ve been asked to before, but the most you’ve done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a PR date, you’ve never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did that even work anyway? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know who the guy was that you were supposed to “date”. All that you knew was that he was a famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about. Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.

All of that was about to change however, because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to meet your new “boyfriend” for the next three weeks.

You walked into the conference room, where the final arrangements were going to be met.

“Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I’m Cal’s manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly.” A man in a suit said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sat down while your managers talked, beginning to finalize everything while you waited on “Cal”. They were speaking legal jargon, so you didn’t really catch much of what was said. All you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short for something. What could it be short for anyway?

Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain, happiness, uncertainty, sadness…

“Calum?” You said standing up. “That’s what ‘Cal’ is short for?! You’ve got to be kidding me! No! I…I can’t do this…” You stormed out of the room.

Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm in the hall.

“Y/n? You’re the model? What? How?”

“What never thought I could be a model?”

“Don’t say that…you know I have never thought that”

“Well I don’t know Calum, I truly don’t  know how you ever thought of me. It’s not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?”

“Hey, you left me!”

“And why was that Calum!? You got caught up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn’t even recognize! Someone who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left? You didn’t need me. You never needed me.”

He shook his head. “Y/n I-”

“We didn’t know you two had met previously” Calum’s manager said.

“Look, despite the obvious tension here, Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I’m sorry we weren’t aware of any previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few weeks. Agreed?”

You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched his jaw.

“Fine” You both muttered.

“Alrighty then. Well we have your first date planned for next week, we’ll send you both the details”

And with that they were gone, and you both were left alone.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t even. This will be all over soon, and we’ll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?” You said, walking out towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.

******

Sure enough a few days later you received a text message.

Mario’s Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.

Well that was short and to the point. Oh well, guess you really didn’t need to know much more. You decided to go shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights “date”. Ugh. You weren’t looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t look your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.

The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.

“Who are you and what have you done with Calum?”

“I thought you’d like them…” He said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the roses.

“If you’re trying to kiss and makeup it’s not gonna work Cal” You said, trying to ignore him. He continued standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. “Thanks”

“Of course” He said sitting back down.

“You’re early”

“Well I couldn’t be late now could I?”

“Never seemed that way before”

You were interrupted when the waiter came to your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn’t speak much until your food arrived.

You had just started eating when Calum cleared his throat.

“Hey smile would you?” He asked you.

You looked up and saw his phone out, camera pointing straight towards you.

“Instagram?” You asked instantly smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn’t.

“Snapchat actually”

You frowned. “Please tell me you did not put a filter on my face”

He just smiled and shrugged.

“Calum I swear-”

“You’ll have to check yourself”

You sighed and pulled out your phone. You checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.

“Wow…actually a good picture…”

He chuckled.

“What?” you asked, as he continued laughing.

“You follow me on snapchat?”

“What? Of course. I added you a few days ago, we’re supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You didn’t notice?” This was half true. The snap account you were using was more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public accounts, you added him recently.

“Oh.” He said, not fully believing what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never change.

“Your turn” You said, quickly switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone.  Unlike him, you weren’t feeling as kind. You quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.

“Done?” He asked as you set your phone down.

“Let me see”

“No. Guess you’ll just have to look yourself”

He rolled his eyes but checked his phone anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with the caption 'this date is out of this world’.

“Cheesy as ever”

“You follow me on snap?” You teased.

“Of course. Always have followed you on everything Y/n. I’m surprised you didn’t notice” He raised his hand for the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta, side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it. You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture, then he smiled.

“Ready to go?”

You simply nodded.

He insisted on walking you home, despite yourself you agreed.  Thank goodness you weren’t far.

You reached your building when he grabbed your hand.

“What?” You asked.

“Y/n I have to tell you-”

“Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night was good so just leave it at that!”

“No I can’t. I have to tell you.”

“Cal-”

“Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me like that. That’s not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized that right away. I was so stupid…”

“You didn’t even call or anything Calum. How sorry could you have been? I’m still convinced you never even loved me. That what we had meant nothing and-”

“You deserved better. Far better than me. I’d hope you’d find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with me…”

You turned your head, feeling the tears coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your face, turning your head so you looked at him.

“And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I still love you. There’s no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I fucked up once before and I can’t let anything like that happen again”

“What are you trying to say Cal?”

“I don’t want to have a pretend anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I promise I’m not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be. Just one chance…that’s all I ask…”

You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, so full of love and fear of rejection.

“I better not regret this…” You said, bringing his lips to yours.

**********

That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia

Imagine: First meeting Edward Nygma

Originally posted by m-enace

Requested by @taintedmarkerEdward Nygma x Reader: “Can you please write something with Edward ? He’s adorable :) and I love your writing ♡ Maybe something like he has to deal with a new Co worker taking miss kringles Job. And she gets his riddles or is just bubbly. Something that he doesn’t get" 

I hope you guys enjoy this, it took me a while to write i hope its good <3 my requests are open so feel free to drop by :)


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Easter drabble...

Just for fun here is a little MSR on what I would imagine is one of Dana Scully’s favorite holidays.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate and to everyone else have a fabulous Sunday!

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April 23, 2000

7:30am

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us today?” she said stretching her arms up toward the headboard with a long sigh.

“And intrude on sacred mother/daughter Easter traditions? Nah. A heathen like me would never.”

“Your family didn’t have any Easter traditions? Your mom was Christian right?”

“Episcopalian…non practicing. The bunny would bring us baskets full of treats when Samantha was with us… after she disappeared pretty much all traditions fell by the wayside.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder” Scully said burring her head into soft spot on his chest.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gently began to stroke her hair. “What about you? Any childhood Easter traditions?”

Scully smiled at the pleasant memories that came to mind. “Dad… or I guess, the “Easter Bunny” would always hide eggs in the yard. Most of the families on base did the same thing. It sort of became a giant neighborhood hunt.”

“I bet you put your keen investigative skills to the test and always found the most eggs.”

She laughed. “Mulder, I was small, remember? Usually my brothers would run ahead of me and grab up all the eggs.”

He chuckled. “Bet you could kick their asses today.”

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Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration. 

(gifs aren’t mine)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Chris Evans

Summary: Feeling threatened by the presence of his doppelgänger, Steve decided to change in order to get your attention.  

A/N: This is the first installment of the drabble series I’ll be doing for the next 5 days. The series will take place in the same time and setting as Double Take. Also, this one is a tiiiiny bit long. 

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Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 01

pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N 

Genre: angst/smut 

M= mature contents 

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!

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Originally posted by bwipsul

*chap one : i like him !  


two years ago

you don’t have to be so shy if you really have all this feeling y/N ! “ jung hyerin said reassuring you 

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(Here is the much requested ‘happy ending’ to Sherlock Realizing He’s In Love With You.)

“Well, maybe it’s because you keep pushing me away! Sherlock, stop pushing me away.” you begged. The two of you had been at it for hours, as you often did. “It’s good to have friends! People who help you and protect you and love you.”

“I don’t need any help, don’t need protection, and I don’t need any love either.” Sherlock stated.

“Everyone needs help sometimes. Everyone needs love, Sherlock. Even you.” you put your hand on him, looking him in the eyes. 

“What do you want from me, Y/N?”

“I want to be your friend! I want you to let me help you and-”

“An what? Love me?”

“Sherlock…”

“No? But that’s what you just said. Friends help and love and protect, that nonsense. Tell me, do enlighten me, Y/N. What’s so great about love? The only thing it does is make you weak. Love can tear you apart faster than anything else on this planet and you somehow think I could feel that for you? That is completely absurd, Y/N.”

“You break my heart, Sherlock Holmes.”

“You see? It’s only a weakness.”

“Whatever, Sherlock. I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Just call me if you ever need help or something.” you growled and slammed his door as you walked out.


                                         -3 DAYS LATER-

“Sherlock?” your voice pleaded as soon as Sherlock picked up the phone. It was obvious you’d been crying and you were terrified. “Sherlock?” you repeated louder.

“What?”

“Tell him about my visit.” he heard Moriarty command, holding a gun to your head. “Go on, lovely.

“Sherlock, help me.” you whimpered. Moriarty sighed and you let out a cry as he yanked the phone away from you.

“Give me that he muttered impatiently. “A bore, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Not so much. She’s very bright, but she’s frightened.” Sherlock was already getting his things together to leave.

“Anyway, she’s not going to tell you about my visit, so I will. It was fun, actually… Well, for me anyway. I don’t think your Y/N enjoyed it much.” he laughed as you squirmed at his finger touching your cheek.

“What did you do to her?” Sherlock asked, trying to hide the urgency in his tone.

“Patience, Holmes. I’m getting to that part.” he said, smiling. “Why do you care anyway? I heard you don’t even care about poor, poor Y/N. From what I hear, she’s heartbroken.” Moriarty laughed. Sherlock finally realized, Moriarty had been planning this for a long time. He’d been using you for a long time and you’d been giving Sherlock desperate hints for months. “Let’s play a little game, Sherlock. I’l be the teacher and you be the student.” he stated. “Have you figured it out yet?”

“Yes.” Sherlock replied.

“Good, now, do you mind sharing your answer?”

“You’ve had her wired this whole time. The moment you found out she was close to me you took your chance. She’s and innocent girl. She’s got nothing to do with this. Let her go and I’ll play your game.”

“But, Sherlock, she is the game.” he sighed. “She is the game…” he repeated. “And I’m getting very bored quickly… I might just… get rid of her.” he said, slowly driving a dull knife into your side.

“Sherlock!” you screamed. “I’ll give you ten minutes to find her. That’s all. I’ll kill her and leave if you don’t.” Moriarty hung up the phone.

Sherlock knew he was later but he hoped Moriarty hadn’t notices, though Sherlock knew he had.

“Y/N!” Sherlock yelled when he burst in the door. You were strapped to a chair in the middle of a small concrete room. Your head hung over, and the blood on your forehead, cold and dry, signaling it wasn’t fresh but the blood on your shirt was warm and sticky as it spread on your shirt quickly. Sherlock tapped your cheeks, calling your name. Sherlock cut you loose of the leather restraints on your chest, wrists and ankles, allowing you to fall forward onto him as he called for an ambulance.

“You came…” you panted, letting out a hoarse sob. “You came…” 

“Of course I did.” he whispered, pushing your hair back. “Sit tight, then. You’re going to be okay.” he nodded. 

“Sherlock,” 

“Hush.” 

“Sherlock, I’m sorry.” 

Just in time, the ambulance arrived. You were beginning to fade, your skin grew a sickly pale and your eyes were glossy. “If you hadn’t found her when you had, she would be dead.” the doctor reported at the hospital. “But the surgery went smoothly and she’s resting now. We’ll soon be able to release her.” 

“How long?” your brother, Greg, asked. 

“A few days, a week or two at the most.” said the white haired old man. “I’ll have a nurse take you to see her. If you’ll excuse me,” the doctor weaved around the men in front of him. They’d all been crying together, more than anyone in the hospital had ever seen three grown men cry.

“Y/N?” your brother said quietly and cautiously as he stepped toward you. You slowly turned your head, still groggy from the sedative given to you. A small smile formed on your chapped lips. “Y/N…” he sighed with relief, his bloodshot eyes swelling again with happy tears. “You’re never allowed to leave my sight again.”

“How do you feel, love?” John asked, smiling as he crouched at your bedside, pulling your hand to his lips. 

“Better than you lot look.” you replied hoarsely. “I love you guys.” you coughed as you tried to laugh with them. 

“I love you too.” Greg replied, John’s lips hummed against your knuckles and Sherlock stood stiffly at the edge of your bed, his chin held high in the air. 

“Well…” you shrugged. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Come here.” You held your arm in the air and John stepped away as Sherlock moved around your bed, slowly lowering himself to allow you to hug his neck. “You’re supposed to hug me back, genius.” you whispered. Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you and he hugged you close to him.

“Am I missing something?” Greg asked. 

“Usually.” you winked before you pulled away from Sherlock’s hug and pressed your lips full onto his in a slow kiss, earning a groan of disgust from Greg and a chuckle form John. 


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But You’re the Bad Guy (part 2) - Theo Raeken

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

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*Two weeks since make out sesh*

Theo and I have been sneaking around town lately, no one knew of our secret rendezvous but us and we wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

“so you never did answer my question in the car” Theo stated as I laid with my head on his chest “hmm?” I hummed “are you mine?” Theo asked looking down at me,I thought about everything i was putting on the line by answering this question I sat up from my place and Theo joined me “Theo i like you, like really like you but you’re the bad guy” I frowned Theo studied my facial features with furrowed brows “then why are you with me?” he finally spoke he sounded fragile like i broke his heart “i don’t know” I looked down avoiding his stare “screw it, i’m doing this for myself no one else” I kissed him with need Theo broke away “what does that mean?” completely taken back “it means i’m yours” I smiled “wait what?” I rolled my eyes “idiot” “hey i’m many thing but that’s not one of them” Theo pouted “yes you’re my idiot” I pecked his lips and laid back next to him looking up at the stars forgetting about everyone and just living in this moment with Theo.


“hey y/n we missed you this weekend” Stiles started “yeah where were you?” Scott wondered “oh i had a thing with my mom” I lied “oh what?” Stiles asked “It was a stargazing night at a friend’s country club” I replied “hm” Scott made me nervous “why didn’t you invite us?” Scott pressed “it was a plus one thing” I recounted “oh” they both smiled “we’re just pulling your leg” Stiles spoke and they started laughing. Man i really thought they found out “anyways i gotta get going” I waved them goodbye and left, I had to meet Theo in the janitor’s closet. We’ve been meeting there for private chats ever since we kissed in his truck,I hurried before my chemistry class practically running to the room.

I knocked twice on the door Theo opened it and let me in immediately kissing me and grabbing a hold of my waist. Moments like these made everything worth while even before we became ‘official’ Theo and I hung out like friends,movie nights and long chats over everything and anything. 

“Theo i hate to cut this short but i have class” I said breaking away from him “don’t go” he begged “sorry babes” I pecked his cheek and left making sure no one saw me then made my way to class.

I arrived a few moments before the bell getting to my seat then my phone buzzed I opened my messages descretly 

<3 Idiot <3: can we meet after class?

Me: sure, where?

<3 Idiot <3: under the bleachers?

Me: kks x

“Ms.Y/l/n am I distracting you?” Mrs.Yenings asked “no ma’am i’m sorry” I was sincere but she didn’t believe me “you know the rules Y/n” she stated grabbing some papers and making her way to me “next time it’ll be doubled” she sassed more chemistry homework what am i going to do?! 

After class i ran into Stiles and Malia “whoa slow down speedy” Stiles joked holding me “what’s the matter?” Malia frowned but holding a serious glare “ugh I have 6 pages of chemistry homework all thanks to texti-” I stopped myself “texting who?” Malia narrowed her eyes at me “my mom” I deceived “i’ll help you with your work” Stiles smiled “really? that’d be great thank you” I hugged him then said bye and was off to see Theo.

I made it to him out of breath “sorry” “i’m” “late” I say tired Theo laughs and holds me “that’s okay love” he smiled “so I was wondering if you wanted to go out of town and watch a movie?” I tried to regain my breath when I was ready I replied “cant i have a ton of homework Stiles is gonna help me with” “oh” Theo frowned even only for a second “that’s ok how ‘bout tomorrow?” he perked up “yeah sure” I smiled up at him; the bell rang signalling our next class “you go first this time” I told Theo he kissed me and was on his way.

“Theo what are doing you here?” I froze it was Scott “isn’t it obvious i’m walking” Theo spat what a smartass “get lost” Stiles told him “whoa Stilinski who died and made you Alpha” no no no was all that went through my mind “don’t worry I’m leaving” Theo raised his hands in defence.

I waited for Scott and Stiles to be away from where I was, once the coast was clear I walked out now being 10 minutes late for class “Y/n what aren’t you in class?” Liam asked “i needed some air i wasn’t feeling too good” I was technically not lying “oh why? what’s wrong?” Liam came closer “Mrs.Yenings gave me extra homework for answering my mom’s text message” I sulked “yeah she’s a tough one” Liam was telling the truth she’s so hard on everyone “Liam!” Scott called “well thats my cue,see ya” he waved and ran over to Scott.

Now i was fifteen minutes late for class so i didn’t bother going i walked around to find Malia seated on the bleacher “Y/n decided to watch practice?” she smiled “actually yeah” I smiled back Stiles noticed me and ran over. He was sweaty from running laps and out of breath “hey” “y/n” he struggled for air falling over.

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“man i hate running” Stiles expressed getting back up, he hasn’t been much of an athlete even from childhood Scott always forced him into lacrosse and finally he took it up and loves it but hates the work he has to put into it. “how does 6:30 tonight your house,sound? i’ll order us some pizza” he smiled having fully regained his breath “sounds great” I smiled “Stilinski! Stop talking to the girls and get over here” Coach called


After school Theo took him me home I decided against bringing up the whole Scott,Stiles thing so we just chatted about movies to watch tomorrow we decided on a rom-com. Theo was such a sweetheart with me but a complete jerk with everyone else it fascinated me truly.

Stiles arrived on time I opened the door to him holding his notebook under his arm and a medium pizza that smelt delicious “yummy” I moved to let him through “mom’s on a business trip so we’re good for interruptions” i smiled remembering the last time Stiles came over a month ago we were watching Star  Wars again and my mom kept asking us to explain what was happening even though she was in the other room and wasn’t watching it;Stiles and I filled up on pizza before we got into working.

 “I hate chemistry” I admitted half way through our study session “then why’d you take it?” he was curious “my mom thought it was best” I shrugged “let’s take a break and go to the coffee shop” he offered “yeah i need some coffee and a break” I smiled getting up.


The car ride to the coffee shop was eventful we sang along to the radio like old times and got there in a great mood. Stiles parked the jeep close to the entrance,we got out and made our way inside. We chose the table near the window the waitress came over fairly quick “hi i’m Jessica what can i get you two?” she asked politely “um i’ll have a ice cappuccino” I smiled “me too” Stiles added Jessica wrote it in her notepad then left. 

Soon Jessica gave us our drinks “if you need anything let me know” she smiled and walked away “Stiles i cant thank you enough on helping me with chem” I sincerely told him he just grinned “I guess it’s payback for grade 4 math” “true” I agreed.

Obvious - [BTS] Pharmacist!Taehyung Au

Originally posted by bwipsul

[A/N] In real life, I’m close to this one pharmacist. He’s super sweet and before I forget, I have to immortalize him in my writings.

New experience tend to be exciting and nerve-wracking, all at the same time. A wise man once said, if it’s frightening and excites you all at the same time, it’s a good idea to go on with it.

Because it means, that you’re stepping out of your comfort zone. And stepping out of your comfort zone, means you are progressing in life. And progresses, results to a pass or a fail. Strength is not being able to pass all at once with little difficulty. Strength is to wear your failure as a badge and improve.

Of course, it’s going to be difficult at first.

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Secret Lives (Part 2)

Words: 2.6k

Summary: You and Steve become closer after you insist he stay with you at your motel instead of sleeping at the Gas-n-Sip.

Warnings: Smut (pretty vanilla, some dirty talk, unprotected sex,) some language, fluffy

A/N: Tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.

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Your motel room was definitely not the Ritz, but it was clean, had decent water pressure, and a small kitchenette. To you, it was nothing fancy; to Steve, after all he had been through, it was more than he felt he deserved.

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Girl Crush ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3763

A/N: This idea came from the song by Little Big Town. I just thought it would be cute 


Lydia Martin has always been beautiful. Since we were kids, the boys have always gravitated towards her. Hell, even some girls have crushed on her. She’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s popular. Why wouldn’t they? There’s just something about her and Stiles Stilinski has been her biggest fan since the days of running around on the playground. How do you even begin to compete with that?

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Two Moons (pt.2)

Word Count: 1150

Genre: Fluff/Angst (?)

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader/Sehun ft. EXO

Summary: Chanyeol remembers the past, and wonders how it all happened.

Chapters: (Part I)

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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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Lipstick on His Collar (Part Two)

note: this is part 2 of 3!

pairing: john laurens x reader

word count: 850

warnings: swearing maybe

inspiration: i guess this was inspired a little bit by one last time? idk.

summary: there was lipstick on his collar. it wasn’t your colour.

a/n: if you haven’t read part one, you can find it here! i’m afraid this gets less angsty and more redemption arc-y, i suppose, so maybe you won’t dig it as much as it continues. anyway enjoy this part! ft professor washington


Your mind had been buzzing for nine days, filling up with worries and sadness and the overwhelming feeling of, ‘what now?’ You couldn’t focus on work or school – you dropped a plate in the diner the day before, and now you sat at your desk in Washington’s class, so defeated, your hand barely even scratching the surface of your paper as everyone else around you took notes, their pens just background noise to the stampede of thoughts that hadn’t stopped running in your brain. You shook your head in an attempt to get it to stop, just for five minutes, so you could do something useful, but no such luck. You sat in your chair until class was dismissed, and you stayed long after. Eventually you felt someone standing over you. Professor Washington.

“I don’t normally like to meddle in the affairs of my students,” he started off somewhat awkwardly, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could tell this was his first time doing something like this, and the thought almost made you laugh. But it got caught in your throat on the way up. “But you seem… really…”

“Sad?” you finished, giving him a small smile.

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Scott McCall Imagine- I Came To Help

Summery- You’re Lydia Martin’s cousin, you grew up in Beacon Hills but you moved with your parents to England, after you were bit by Peter Hale in your sophomore year. However as soon as you heard Stiles had been possessed by the Nogitsune you came back to help. You had romantic history with Scott McCall but you soon discovered he had moved on, but you weren’t ready to let him go yet.

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anonymous asked:

Please do Yurio telling Otabek he's pregnant as a Christmas present. <3

SJGD;JKWELK;KD I  HAVE BEEN YEARNING TO WRITE OTURI MPREG FUQ

Yurio is 21 here, and Otabek is 24!


The past three months had been some of the best of Yuri’s life. Otabek had come to stay with him in Russia. He had suffered an injury in skating a year prior right before the Grand Prix and was forced to retire. So he had time to go to Russia and be with Yuri, watching him skate and being supportive.

They had been together since Yuri’s eighteenth birthday, having confessed to each other at that time. And they had been together ever since. It was hard, but neither of them wanted anybody else. It was the two of them against the world.

Otabek had been in Russia for three months and he was due back after the New Year. But Yuri didn’t want to see him go. He was going to miss him. And, he had other reasons to not want him to go.

Yuri had been feeling a bit exhausted these last two months, more so than he had at any previous time. Sometimes he would wake with this incredible nausea that would pass but return again moments later until he relieved it. Sometimes it would sit in the pit of his stomach for the entirety of the day. He knew Otabek noticed but he never said anything, just opting to hold him close.

Yuri also got tired quicker while skating. He couldn’t do jumps as often because they would make him nauseous and even a bit dizzy. He remembered that somebody else had felt this same exact way before they had given birth. Yuri had no choice but to call that person.

You should take a pregnancy test. And you and Otabek should be more careful!” Yuuri Katsuki had told him.

You’re not my mom!” Yuri angrily growled and hung up. But he of course followed Yuuri’s instructions and bought three pregnancy tests, just to be safe. He left Otabek at home because he couldn’t let him know, oh god that would be horrifying. He took them at the ice rink, nearly getting caught by that hag Mila, and then almost puked when all three came out positive.

So, he was pregnant. And Otabek was going back to Kazakhstan on January second. A little over a week and then Yuri would be alone, and pregnant, without any knowledge of when he would see Otabek again. It was scary, it really was. But he didn’t want to ruin Otabek’s life. And if he had this baby it would ruin his, and his career.

Christmas morning arrived and Yuri woke for once without an overwhelming nausea in the pit of his stomach. Otabek was behind him, an arm draped carelessly around Yuri’s waist. Yuri could hear him breathing softly in a deep sleep and he knew that if he looked over his shoulder he’d see a beautiful sight; a sleeping Otabek, shirtless, with his bangs flat and falling over his eyes. The thought made Yuri blush.

Yuri laid in Otabek’s arms before he felt him stir with a little sigh falling from the Kazakh’s lips. Yuri felt a soft kiss press to the back of his neck, long blonde hair moved away.

“Merry Christmas.” Otabek whispered and nudged into his neck.

“Merry Christmas.” Yuri mumbled. He was going to tell Otabek today, as a gift and as a plea to stay. He didn’t know how Otabek would react but… he had to do something.

Otabek yawned and sat up, rubbing his left eye. Yuri rolled onto his back and stared at his boyfriend, all muscles and tanned skin. Otabek looked back at him, pushing his hair back with a small smile, “Do you want to open presents now or after breakfast?”

“After breakfast.” Yuri said immediately. He needed time to prepare.

Otabek nodded and they set about their morning routine. They would take turns in the bathroom, doing their business. Then Otabek would go make tea and they would eat their breakfast that Otabek had prepared. They were quiet this morning, Yuri’s nerves getting in the way of his mood to talk. Otabek was always quiet so this was nothing new to him.

And then it was time. Time to open presents. Yuri had only gotten Otabek one thing aside from the big thing he was going to drop on him. It wasn’t even anything special, just a dumb scarf.

“Beka,” Yuri said as they sat on the loveseat. Otabek looked at him curiously. “I have something to tell you. Before we start… this.”

Otabek continued to look at him, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Well, no, um, shit.” Yuri cursed and looked away, gritting his teeth. Otabek was going to leave him. God, he was panicking. He shouldn’t even tell him. He should let Otabek go back to Kazakhstan and he can have the baby by himself, and then give it up for adoption. Act like it never existed. But then Mila would be taking pictures of him, Victor and Yuuri too and there was no escaping that.

“Yuri?” Otabek touched his arm. Yuri flinched away.

“I’m… weak.” Yuri whispered.

“You’re not.” Otabek responded immediately.

“I am,” Yuri grit out, “I can’t even, fuck. I’m so… I don’t….”

“If this is about me leaving-”

“I don’t want you to go.” Yuri blurted out, refusing to look at him. He narrowed his eyes, “You can’t go.”

“I can’t?” Otabek sounded a bit confused.

“I… I’m… I’m pregnant.” Yuri bit out and then squeezed his eyes shut.

Nobody moved for three breaths. And then Otabek was griping Yuri’s chin and moving his lips over his in a sweet kiss. Yuri’s eyes shot open in surprise. They had kissed before, that was obvious, but he wasn’t expecting the sweetness of the gesture.

“What?” Yuri asked breathless as Otabek pulled away and caressed his cheek.

“I’m happy.” Otabek said.

“Why? You’re going to leave me here alone and pregnant! How could you possibly be happy?” Yuri asked. Why was he getting emotional?

Otabek smiled slightly. That only made Yuri angry. “Now I have a reason to stay, other than it being selfish. That is, if you’ll have me.”

“Stay…?” Yuri asked, blinking. He honestly expected Otabek to want to leave.

“If you’ll have me.” Otabek repeated, rubbing a rough thumb over his cheek.

They look into each other’s eyes, green ones meeting brown ones, and then Yuri folded over him. “Please stay.” He whispered, face buried in Otabek’s neck.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere in the world than here, Yura.” Otabek whispered.

Yuri gripped him tighter. Nothing else mattered other than this was the best Christmas he had ever had.

Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My

Originally posted by giribyo

Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My

You huffed walking up the trail, regretting your decision to pack so many clothes and toiletries for an overnight camping trip. “Oppa are we almost there yet?” you panted looking over to Swings.

“Five more kilometers before the camp ground”

“Yah Five!?” you slumped.

Daewoong dropped to the ground face first. “Hyung…go on without me…I’m done for…”

“I fucking quit” Siyoung tossed his bag on the ground and took a seat.

You’d admit you were the first one that was excited to hear that Swings wanted to bring everyone on a retreat. You’d only been a member of Just Music for a year, it was rare that you all got to spend time like this outside of the studio or a restaurant. You couldn’t even remember the last time you actually left the city for anything. Although you imagined something a little more glamorous, you were still looking forward to going camping.

However this little hike before the camp grounds was not something you signed up for.

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daintyhippie-deactivated2015071  asked:

Did Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette love each other? What do you think of Marie's relationship with Count Fersen?

Well first off, I apologize if this gets long.  (Which it will)

Did they love one another? Absolutely. There is no doubt whatsoever that Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette grew to love one another very much. Yes I say grew to because it did not start out that way. They had a typical arranged marriage, and Louis was brought up to abhor anything Austrian. They didn’t have that romantic love at first sight sort of story, but I think it makes it all the sweeter that their love developed over time.

I love this line from a post someone else made, where they said

Louis was basically the ancien regime-equivalent of the nerdy loner in the science club who somehow ended up dating the prom queen and never recovered from the shock.

It just seems so fitting, as yes they were complete and utter opposites but they loved one another nonetheless. Louis XVI was infamous for the fact that, unlike his predecessors (And indeed his own brothers) he NEVER took a mistress. It was practically unheard of for the King of France not to have a mistress, but he remained devoted to her and her alone.

Here’s some quotes from various sources I thought might help prove my point:

In obvious ways they were strikingly different: Louis beginning to put on weight, Antoinette slim; he steady, she quick; he reserved, she open; he with few close friends, she with many; he awkward, she majestic; he seeing the dark side, she the bright; he a keen reader, she bored by books; he unmusical, she happy with harp and clavichord.

But at a deeper level they possessed traits in common. Both had a lot of heart: they felt for those less fortunate than themselves, they loved their children and were happiest when with them. Both had a sense of duty and wanted above everything to do their job well.

Louis and Antoinette - Vincent Cronin

[Marie Antoinette] ran to [her husband,] threw her arms round his neck and hugging him tenderly, told him: “I feel, my dear husband, that I love you more each day. Your honesty and frankness charm me; the more I compare you with the others [note: his brothers] the more I know how much more you are worth.”

—Ambassador Mercy to Maria Theresa, 19 December 1771.

… [Louis XVI] spoke to his august consort in an infinitely cordial and tender manner, saying among other things that he loved her with all his heart and that he could swear to her he had never had the least feeling or sentiment for any woman, but for her alone.

—Ambassador Mercy to Maria Theresa, 17 June 1779

… kissing Mme la Dauphine, he said to her, “But do you love me?”

[She] answered, “Yes, you cannot doubt it, I love you sincerely and respect you even more.”

The young prince seemed very moved by these words; he caressed Mme la Dauphine most tenderly…

—Ambassador Mercy to Maria Theresa, 12 November 1773

This princess, as virtuous as she was amiable, whom monsters later on accused of having never loved her husband, was absolutely in despair. As soon as she heard the King’s carriage entering the Cour Royale she ran towards him holding the Dauphin in her arms, then breathless and almost fainting she fell into those of the King who was no less moved than she was. Holding out one hand to his children who covered it with kisses, with the other wiping the tears from the eyes of Marie-Antoinette and Madame Elisabeth, Louis XVI smiled again…he kept on repeating: “Happily no blood was shed, and I swear that not a drop of French blood will ever be shed on my orders.”
Histoire de la Revolution Francaise (3 vol.) by M.H. Lemaire, 1816

“In fact the King did not get the measles and he did miss the Queen; their relationship became noticeably deeper following the birth of their child. Finding three weeks too long to be apart, Louis XVI made his own romantic gesture. He stood for a quarter of an hour in a private courtyard of the Petit Trianon while the Queen leant out of a window. No one else was allowed to be present at this touching encounter but it was learned afterwards that tender words had been exchanged on both sides.

Marie Antoinette - The Journey

On the morning of his execution, Louis XVI removed his wedding ring and handed it to his valet, Jean-Baptiste Cléry, saying:

[Give] this ring to the queen; tell her that I part from it with pain and only at the last moment.

I could add more but I think that’s sufficient enough.

As for the Fersen question, HERE are some posts by the lovely Elena Maria Vidal that sum it up much more eloquently than I could. To quote the beginning of them:

Too often in the many articles about Marie-Antoinette that have surfaced in the last year due to the Coppola film, Count Axel von Fersen is referred to as the "queen’s lover” or as her “probable lover.” It is repeatedly disregarded that there is not a scrap of reliable historical evidence that Count Fersen and Marie-Antoinette were anything but friends, and that he was as much her husband’s friend as he was hers.

I can see why people are attracted to the idea of Fersen. He’s the dashing, romantic Swedish hero and people want to think that Antoinette found true love and happiness with him despite her tragic life. Well she DID find true love and happiness in her life, but it wasn’t with Fersen. It was with her husband, whom she loved more than anyone else and whom she stuck by until the end.

Ache (Kai) ~ Final

-Chanyeol-

“What do you mean I can’t come along?!” Jongin questioned in anger as he wheeled his chair out to the living room, following Baekhyun.

“If you haven’t noticed, your leg is broken and you need to rest. Not to mention I don’t think it’d be great for you to be there when you practically dumped her.” Junmyeon answered in a harsh tone. He flinched slightly but understood why that tone was given.

“I’m sorry, Jongin. But we can’t allow you to come along.” I apologized. We all gave him a look of sympathy before putting on their jackets and exiting the dorm.

We all filed into the car silently as I took the driver’s seat. The drive to (Y/n)’s apartment was almost silent aside from Jongdae and Baekhyun chatting, trying to liven the mood. Everyone felt the tension that was radiating from Junmyeon in the passenger’s seat. We all knew he was still angry at Jongin for hurting (Y/n) like that. She was like a younger sister to him, I’d be surprised if he didn’t get angry.

I was trying my hardest not to just speed to her house because it felt awkward sitting next to him. He was just facing the road, not saying anything.

-(Y/n)-

There was a knock at my door and I was going to sit up but Byul pushed me back down to go open it herself. Within minutes, thundering feet was getting louder as my bedroom door opened. In came eight certain idols with concern written all over their faces. I was kind of disappointed when Jongin’s face didn’t show up.

“Did the driver get fined for shattering your leg?” Baekhyun was the first to ask. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“She’s in the process of it right now, actually.” I replied. They all either took a seat on my bed, pulled up a chair or settles themselves onto the floor.

“You’re looking for Jongin, aren’t you?” Yixing questioned, noticing me looking at the door every other second. I looked at him, down at my hands before nodding.

“It was just like you said the other day. He injured his ankles and couldn’t perform yesterday.” Minseok filled in. My eyes widened. Oh no, that must be frustrating for him. Performing is something he loves most. I knew this would happen. I let out a sigh, shaking my head.

“We didn’t want to say ‘We told you so’ without you. It wouldn’t be fun.” Chanyeol smiled, trying to cheer me up. I worked somewhat. I slightly smiled

They stayed for another hour, just chatting with Byul and I before they had to leave for a rehearsal.

Three Months Later •

I got better. Two weeks ago, I got my cast off and was walking fine. It took all my willpower not to walk to the SM building and see Jongin. I must be an idiot for still having feelings for him. I think Byul can see how I feel now that I’m not with him anymore.

“Come on, girl. I know you’re upset, but please, I’m getting sad just watching you be like this.” she said one day when we were on break. I shook my head, getting rid of the thoughts of him from my mind before looking at her.

“No, you’re right. I’m just being pathetic.” I took a deep breathe in before nodding. We were walking together back from our break at a little cafe down the street.

“I’m sorry, Byul..I can’t help it. I just miss him so much. I always wonder how he’s doing, how he’s eating or even if he misses me or not.” I explained to her as we opened the door. The little bell chimed as we walked in.

“If he misses you? Well, I guess we’ll find out now, won’t we?” she asked. I looked over to her in confusion. She didn’t look at me, instead her eyes were directed towards the counter, unblinking. I followed her line of sight and froze. There, with his back facing the front counter stood Jongin. He looked like he came here looking for someone and judging from the way his eyes widened, I can guess that he found that person.

I didn’t want to think anything and get my hopes up if he really did come here to talk me so I tried to move back to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with him.

Just before I could move three steps, I felt his presence coming at me. I panicked and moved away a bit too late when he took me by the wrist.

“I need to talk to her.” he stated to Byul before pulling me with him towards the stairs to the terrace. He then placed me in front of him, blocking the door so I can’t go anywhere. I let out a sigh, playing with my fingers as I waited for him to speak.

-Jongin-

Three months. It’s been three months without her. Every day I wake up with regret because she wasn’t there to text me good morning. I missed her so much. I got my cast taken off two weeks ago and was now slowly moving back to dancing. Though, I’m sure the members noticed how I don’t put much emotions or movements in my routine.

I’m lost without her. I’ve only eaten when they tell me, and even then I find myself wishing that she was here and that she made this food for me. It’s been three months since I’ve tasted her cooking. I’ve missed the love that I felt in her food whenever she brought me some.

Everyday I have hope that the studio doors would open and she’d walk in with a basket of food to feed us. I hope she’s come and visit again and show me how caring she is.

I’ve been feeling this way for three months and everyday is gloomy as the last.

“Jongin, why don’t you just admit that you miss her and go talk to her?” Chanyeol decide to break the ice today. I looked at the ground, having my fringe cover my eyes because I didn’t want to face anyone.

A sigh was heard from the room as I heard someone get up and make their way towards me.

“Look, I know you miss her. I don’t care how embarrassing it is for you to admit it but we all know it. Your style of dancing has changed since last week and we all noticed it. I’ve forgiven you for hurting her but don’t let her keep on suffering. She called me last night, crying because she missed you so much.” Junmyeon started. My eyes widened as I looked up at him. He held a serious stoic face.

“She deserves so much better, we know, but it’s so obvious that you two still love each other, just go talk to her, she’s about to come back from her break at work.” Jongdae informed, standing up as well.

Just hearing that, I instantly turned and dashed towards the door. Throwing it open, I remembered to grab my sweater before running straight down the stairs. My hood was thrown up and I sprinted towards the restaurant that (Y/n) works, not caring whether or not people recognized me.

And now, here I am, on the restaurant’s terrace, looking at who I hoped will be my girlfriend again.

“I know…I’m wrong. And you have every right to yell at me and hit me and never talk to me again for what I put you through but please hear me out.” I started, putting two hands in front of me to keep her calm. She crossed her arms, waiting for my explanation.

“I missed you so much. I regret the very day that I hurt you the way I did. I’m so sorry I took advantage of you and neglected you. But please, I missed seeing you. I missed your morning texts, your smile, you! I’ve been losing my motivation to dance and perform without you. You’re the light of my life and without out, I’m so lost. Please…I’m sorry. If-if you gave me a chance, I’m do anything to win you back..” I explained. By the middle of my confession, her arms had dropped to their sides, she looked surprised at what I had said and that worried me.

“You..you do know that it’s going to take more than an apology to get me back right?” she questioned. I perked up, looking at her with hope. This means I have a chance. She’s giving me another chance. I smiled and even though she’s not looking at me I could sense that she’s hiding her grin.

The next weeks, I’ve been sending bouquets of flowers to her apartment every morning. Even though I’m we’re not together, I’ve been feeling so much better. Byul’s been giving Jongdae a few calls to tell him (or rather all of us because he always puts the call on speaker) that she’s been so happy to receive flowers. I know I can’t see her every single day, I felt relieved to know that she’s happy and smiling again.

Two weeks later •

I had a free day today and I decided to call (Y/n) to go on a date in the park. I was ecstatic to hear that she wanted to go as well. Of course, we knew not to go out during the day time so we chose to go around 8, when it was dark and no one can recognize me.

My hand knocked on her door and within two minutes, she opened it, smiling up at me as she stepped out, taking my breath with he.

“Wow..” I breathed. Her cheeks turned pink from hearing it.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded before we left the building. A stroll around the park, eating some street food, we finally sat down at a park bench. What I wasn’t expecting was for he to lean he head on my shoulder.

I decided to take a chance and take her hand, intertwining our fingers. Relief flooded through me when she didn’t pull away.

“I missed this..” she whispered, running her thumb over mind.

“So did I…(Y/n), I’m so sorry for hurting you…I-” she cut me off.

It took me a few seconds to realize that she had placed her lips over mine. Her eyes were closed and I knew I had gotten another chance. My eyes closed as well and our lips moved in sync. Through our kiss, I felt her lips turn into a smile.

We pulled apart and stared at each other. I opened my mouth to speak but she placed her finger over my lips.

“Shh…I forgive you.” she whispered before wrapping her arms around my waist, leaning her head back on my shoulder.  I threw my arm over her shoulder, putting my head on hers.

The two of us sat there, enjoying the silence, watching the glimmering lights of the city, happy to be in each others’ arms again.

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Thus ends the series ‘Ache’. I’m glad that many of you liked it. Did any of you feel chest pain because of this?

MASTERLIST

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(Does anyone know the owner of the GIF above? I just wanted to apologize for using this same GIF for the fifth time for this series. ♥)