pretty sure my parents have said this to me

Time management

I wrote this to fill this anonymous prompt: If you still want Zimbits prompts, I’m an absolute sucker for any Bob and/or Alicia pov with them seeing how happy Jack has become with Bitty and the SMH team. Bonus if this is the first time they’ve met Bitty as Jack’s bf + roughhousing of any sort. Thank you so much! I love your writing soo much I’m subscribed to you on AO3 😄😄💚

It doesn’t quite hit all the marks – this is set before parents’ weekend of year 2, long before they are boyfriends – but I think it’s in the same spirit. I hope you like it!

And I’m always in the market for new Zimbits prompts!

Alicia stepped on the mat and raised her eyebrows at Bob.

There hadn’t been a mat last time she was here, and if there had been, it would have gotten lost in the detritus that had littered the front porch: battered bikes, broken furniture, maybe even a discarded keg that no one had returned for the deposit.

That hadn’t really bothered her; it was right in line with the frat house decor she remembered from her time at Samwell. But now the porch sported functional furniture (mismatched, but still) and showed evidence of recent sweeping. And it had a welcome mat.

Well, actually, the mat said “Welcome, y’all!” in a cheerful cursive script.

“This is new,” she said.

Bobby just grinned. “Didn’t Jack say Bittle – that kid from Georgia – moved in this year?” he said. “Either it’s his, or the boys are chirping him a little.”

“You know very well Bittle – Eric, isn’t it? – moved in,” Alicia said. “Jack practically mentions him more than he does Shitty, and I’ve never met him. That’s half the reason I decided to come with you.”

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the new kid

(or, angus mcdonalds first day of school and making a friend, from an outsider’s perspective)

The new kid’s desk is next to mine, which is fine, I guess. But I sort of wish that I was sitting next to Dana — we always sat next to each other, because her last name is Manfred and mine is Min, and nobody else at our school had anything in between A and I.

But the new kid is named Angus McDonald — that’s a C, so he sits between me and Dana. He seems pretty okay. When we were all introducing ourselves (because Mrs. Sylvester who teaches homeroom and Language Arts made us do that whole deal), the new kid said, “Hi, my name is Angus McDonald, and I’m from, um, a lot of places, and I like Caleb Cleveland novels and magic and solving mysteries.”

He smiled, and clutched the book he was holding tighter to his chest, and I could tell he was a little nervous, probably. I felt sort of bad for him. I was the new kid in fourth grade, and that had sucked until I became friends with Dana. I should probably try and be nice to him, especially since he sits next to me for the rest of the year, and because our lockers are next to each other.

Besides, he likes Caleb Cleveland novels, and I started reading those over summer break (you know, before the world ended), so, that’s a start, right?


I talked with the new kid between homeroom and second period — it’s really weird having to switch classrooms between classes — and asked him which of the Caleb Cleveland books he’s read. He gave me this huge smile and said “All of them! Which ones have you read?”

And I said, “Um, the Curse of the Amulet, and the Lilac Room Light. Wait, you’ve read all of them?”

“Yeah!” he said.

“That’s like, fifty-four books. Wow,” I said. “Cool.”

He sort of shrugged and said that he used to have a lot of free time, and that “My parents left me alone a lot, you know?”

And I said “Uh, I guess,” because I wasn’t sure how to answer that. “I mean, my dad didn’t exist as a concept until last summer, cause he died in the Relic Wars.”

And he said “Oh. Yeah, it’s kind of like that.”

I felt really weird telling him about my dad, but he’s the one who made it personal first. Then I asked him what class he had next, and he said he had Honors Magecraft, which I’m pretty sure is an eighth-grade class? But I didn’t call him on it. I just told him I had Divinity Studies, and he asked me if I wanted to be a cleric, and I said maybe. I like the idea of fixing people. But I’m only eleven, you know? And my mom says I have plenty of time to decide if I want to dedicate myself to a god.

Angus said, “Okay, that’s really neat! I know a cleric.”

And I said, “Cool.”

And he said, “If you want to borrow any of my Caleb Cleveland novels, just ask me, okay?  I’d be happy to let you borrow them!”

He’s really enthusiastic.

I said. “Okay, yeah, that’d be cool. Uh, have fun in class.”

And he said, ‘You too!“

Then we both went to our lockers (it’s really weird having a locker!). He seems nice, but kind of like a nerd. I mean, that’s not a bad thing. I might actually ask to borrow his books — the library is always out of copies of the Caleb Cleveland books. It’s really annoying.


Things at home are pretty weird right now. My mom and my older sister remembered that my dad existed, and that he’s dead, and that’s been pretty rough on them, I think? Like, the whole Hunger thing was really bad and really scary, but it’s over now and mostly things have been repaired, I think, 'cause it’s been like four months since everything happened, and that’s definitely enough time. Except for the fact that people are dead. But it’s weird because all the adults and some of the teenagers keep remembering things different, and I think they’re rewriting some history books which is why Modern Politics as a class at the high school had been canceled — my sister was really annoyed about that, because she needs the credits or something.

I don’t remember my dad. I was one when he died. But it kind of sucks for Mom and for Kitty. I keep running into them talking and then I ask what it’s about, and they say either "Don’t worry about it, honey,” or “None of your business, Nicky.”

And I mean, that’s fine or whatever, but you know. It’s just been weird.


Angus sat with me and Dana and some of our other friends (Fred and Janine and Kelly) at lunch today. Or, it was more like, I was sitting with Dana at a table and she spotted Angus kind of wandering around looking for a place to sit. She glanced at me and smiled.

“Is that your new cru-ush?” she whispered to me. “I saw you talking to him earlier.”

“Shut up! I was just trying to be nice,” I said, “It sucks being new.”

“Sure,” she said, and then yelled across the room “Hey new kid, over here!” Angus turned. She waved at him, and he smiled and started walking over.

“He’s got a name, you know,” I said to Dana. She rolled her eyes. “Cru-u-ush,” she whispered, but she does this every time I talk to anybody.

“Hi,” Angus said. “Um, can I sit with you?”

“Sure,” I said, and he sat down in the chair next to me.

“This is Angus,” I said to the rest of the table as Angus pulled out his lunch. “He sits next to me and Dana in homeroom, and he’s new.”

Everyone said hi, and Angus smiled and said hi back. He started unpacking his lunch and then we were all immediately distracted by how super-nice it was. Like, it was really nice. It was packed in one of those lunch boxes with compartments and dividers and it looked pretty much too nice to eat, and there was a bag of homemade chips. Angus noticed me and Dana staring.

“Um, my, uh, my dad packed it for me,” he said. Which didn’t seem to make sense considering he told me he wasn’t really close with his parents, but I guess making lunch doesn’t mean his dad spends time with his son.

“Are those homemade chips?” I asked. I was really impressed. Chips are like, fried and stuff. I’ve only eaten homemade chips at restaurants.

“Yeah,” he said. “Do you want some?”

“Yes please,” I said, and he poured a couple of chips into my hand. I ate one. It was like, the best chip I’ve ever had.

“My dad told me to magic missile anyone who asked for one,” Angus said jokingly.

“You can cast magic missile?” Fred asked, looking impressed. Angus nodded. “My dad taught me.”

“Nicky’s been trying to learn all summer,” Kelly said. “She’s been stealing her older sister’s spellbooks.”

“I can’t get anything more than one bolt, though,” I said. “And I can’t practice when my mom’s around so it’s going pretty slow.”

“I could show you sometime?” Angus said.

“That’d be cool,” I said. I meant it, really.


I started trying to learn magic missile after the whole apocalypse battle day, you know, what the adults are calling “the day of story and song,” when all the black columns attacked everything. We almost died! It was very exciting and pretty scary. Kitty had to kill what was like, a black tiger that sprung out at us even though we were barricaded in a bunker. I’m eleven. I should be able to take care of myself, you know?


I know this was being super rude, but after we were done eating I was really curious, so while we were throwing out plastic sandwich bags and stuff, I asked Angus a question.

“Hey, I thought you and your parents weren’t close? But you keep talking about your dad.”

“You’d be a good detective!” he said, like it was the highest compliment he could think of. “Well, my bio-parents were pretty hands off. But my family is really close! I’m living with them now, which is nice.”

“Cool,” I said, even though what he said was like, super vague. I guess I was sort of prying, though. “Your dad seems cool.”

“He’s the best,” he said, and we walked back to the table, and the rest of lunch period was pretty normal. We mostly just compared classes and schedules and talked about which teachers seemed okay and which didn’t. You know, normal school stuff.


I saw Angus for the last time that day when I was getting my stuff out of my locker to go home. His locker is next to mine so it wasn’t really a surprise that I saw him. I was pretty tired so I just nodded at him and he nodded at me. He was pulling his backpack out (his backpack is really nice — it looks new. My backpack is new too), and then he closed it and turned to me.

“Hey Nicky?”

“Yeah,” I said, “What’s up?”

“Do you want to come over this weekend?” he said, like he was expecting me to say no. “I could show you how to cast magic missile, nobody at home will mind. And you could borrow my books, if you want.”

I blinked. I was really surprised, in a nice way.

“I’ll ask my mom,” I said. “That’d be really cool!”

“Neat,” he said, grinning, and I smiled at him.

Then we walked out of the front doors together, along with everyone else, which is like, a lot of people, and I started heading toward the buses which is what most people do, but Angus started heading toward the sidewalk away from the school and then he stopped. I bumped into him.

“Oh no,” he said, but not like he was actually mad.

“What is it?” I said, and I looked the way he was looking, and there was like, a whole horde of people standing a little bit away from the school. When they noticed us staring a couple of them waved. It was like, nine people? Maybe?

And not even all one type of people, there was like a couple of elves and a gnome and a dragonborn and after that I kind of stopped trying to figure everything out. They looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t place it. A lot of other students were also kind of giving them the sideeye, cause it was a lot of adults in one place, and they were loud.

The tall human guy looked really happy to see Angus, and shouted, “Angus! Over here, buddy!” and then the pretty elf next to him rolled his eyes and said “I’m pretty sure he can see us, dipshit. Agnes! Get your butt over here so that Maggie stops causing a scene,” just as loud.

“Oh no! I told them I could just walk home,” Angus said. “They didn’t have to come get me.” But he was smiling. He glanced at me. “Um, I’ll see you later, Nicky! Thanks for being so nice!”

And he ran off, to the people who I guess were his family? The other elf — the girl one without the huge hat — bent down to give him a hug, and the big guy ruffled his hair. Then they all started walking down the sidewalk, and I started walking over to the bus.

The new kid’s kind of weird, but I think we’re going to be friends. I guess I need to ask my mom if I can go over to Angus’s house this weekend.


- angus is refraining from using anyones names bc the names are pretty much well known all over faerun cause of the voidfish, although appearances less so - nobody expects to run into superman.

- angus is very happy to make a friend!

- the ipre crew + carey and killian came to walk ango home

- the Whole Gang was a lil nervous about angus’s first day at school even though angus has literally fought monsters and chased murderers, but this is socialization, you guys, what if the other kids are mean to him. what if they’re meaner than we were.


—does this make sense? | 05 (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi
genre/warnings— smut, drama, angst
words— 8,887

:: summary— you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

note flashbacks are indicated with italic paragraphs. 

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Finding Home (End)

Finding Home

Steve x Reader

Modern Day AU

Summary: US Army Capt Steve Rogers has never had a family of his own, but after receiving a random card while on deployment - he suddenly feels like he has one. Sometimes home can be a place, sometimes it can be a person, and sometimes it’s a place you’ve never been. A story of love, family, and home.

*based on the movie The Christmas Card*

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You toss and turn in your bed unable to sleep, you were shocked by what Steve had said.  You of course had remembered the letter you sent all those many months ago.  You had never expect that your seemingly simple letter would mean so much to someone.  You were just so confused as to why Steve wouldn’t tell you sooner.  From the moment you saw him, you knew there was something different about him.  Then after he saved your father, you were smitten.  After a week you knew that you had feelings for him.   Now you were in love and you had ruined it.  

You aren’t quite sure when it happened, but you managed to fall asleep some time in the night.  Waking up you stretch your hands over your head and for a brief moment, you have forgotten the events the last evening.  Once it hits you, you’re out of your bed in a flash changing quickly, you find yourself running to your parents house.

You arrive quickly and stop short when you see your parents sitting on the porch, solemn looks on their faces. “Where’s Steve?  I gotta talk to him.”

You turn toward the barn and father’s voice stops you, “He’s gone Y/n.  Sometime either late last night or this morning.”

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Scenic Route

genre: angst, fluff

member: nct’s taeyong

word count: 4,480

Summary: “Taeyong entered your life gracefully, becoming your most precious friend. Until that one night happened. When an affair takes place at the fault of your boyfriend,  you to fall into Taeyong’s embrace, and into his bed. This leaving you alone with a surprise, right before he joins the military. Can you rekindle this love before your surprise arrives?”

This was a request,but honestly I got really extra with it lmao so I’ll finish it in a part two if it does well, so let me know if you want PART TWO!

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You met him through a group of mutual friends at a drunken college party. Parties in which you found obnoxious, and quite frankly, not your style.

You worried more about your career, and thought-out future. Little detours like partying and relationships didn’t tug at your interests. Not until you met him.

“Y/N, you’re not gonna drink?” Your bestfriend Jaehyun slurred, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“No, I like being in control of myself, especially in big crowds like this.” You responded

“Nah, you just don’t like having any fun!” He said, slapping you on the back, before heading towards a group of his friends.

You rolled your eyes and walked hesitantly after him. You didn’t know anyone at the party except for Jaehyun, so you just followed his hopping around. He hopped from his many groups of friends. None of which took any interest of your presence.

This group in particular was a little different. Three boys stood, laughing at Jaehyun’s drunken state, then looked to you.

“Jaehyun, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” One asked.

Jaehyun looked to you, and you looked behind you, seeing noone there. You looked back and met the gaze of the three boys.

Wait- Were they talking about you? None of Jaehyun’s friends at this party had even acknowledged your existence So, why did they?

Jaehyun hooked his arm around you. “This is my best friend, Y/N.”

The boys held out their hands and introduced themselves. First was Yuta, then Doyoung, then the last one was a soft spoken boy by the name of Taeyong. He caught your attention a lot, he was quite beautiful, and reserved. He had a dark, intimidating sense about him, but his tone was gentle.

“Let’s go get more drinks. Y/N, can I buy you something?” Yuta asked, wrapping an arm around your waist. You waved the offer away. “Oh, I don’t drink.”

“She’s a good girl, I like that. Our Taeyong is the same way.” Yuta said.

You looked back at Taeyong, who looked away when he caught your stare.

The night progressed, and you grew to like Jaehyun’s three friends. But as soon as the night was over, is when this story began.

“Taeyong?” Jaehyun slurred. “Do you know where my keys are?”

Taeyong shook his head.

“I have them.” You butted in.

“Hey that’s convenient, because you’ll probably have to drive me home.” Jaehyun burped, a messy grin on his face.

“Y/N, could you take us home too?” Doyoung asked, holding onto Yuta’s shoulder as support from falling over.

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, let’s get in the car.”

You turned to the sober boy to your right. “You too, Taeyong?”

He nodded.

Once in the car, you asked Taeyong the directions to get him and his friends home. You drove, while Taeyong sat in the passenger seat, and the boys sung songs and giggled drunkenly in the back.

“So, Taeyong.” You started. “I admire how you’re not joining in on the fun.”

“I don’t drink heavily like that.” He sighed. “They’re idiots, I like being aware of what I’m doing.”

“I’m the same way.” You agreed. “I try not to get to caught up in things like drugs and alcohol. I have too many goals. I just don’t do any of it.”

“What kind of goals?” He asked. You were a little shocked at his interest.

“I want to get my degree, and find a good paying job, I want to live in the city somewhere. I want to be successful, and I want to know I can do things on my own.”

You blushed as you realized how much you must have been babbling.

“That’s smart, you seem more like the admirable one Y/N.” Taeyong said.

“Not really.” You chuckled. “What are you going to do after college, Taeyong?”

“My parents are pushing me to go ahead and join the military.”

You look at him with wide eyes. “Wow, that’s remarkable.”

He giggled. “Really? Well, I think you’re pretty cool. You’re doing what you want to do.” Taeyong said, giving you a smile.

“What do you want to do?” You asked.

“I don’t really know yet. I’m sure if, and when I find it, I’ll know.”

“When you do find out, I really want to hear about it!” You said, enthusiastically.

“You’ll be the first person I tell.” He assured you.

That conversation was the first bit of emotion you seen from him all night.

And the conversation continued, for a whole year in fact.

After that night, you’re friendship with Taeyong sprouted into an ever-flowing garden of trust, and serenity. You knew everything about each other, your friendship surpassing even yours and Jaehyun’s, who you’d known since childhood. It was so easy to talk to Taeyong. He was your best friend, you loved him so purely, and innocently.

From here, it was a flourishing spring, a loving feeling for someone who was the other half of you. But it was soon burned into ash, the moment you took the first long, detailed look of lust. That fire in his eye’s made things spiral out of control.

“Taeyong? Let’s skip first class and get some breakfast. I’m starving.” You moaned, rubbing your stomach.

“No more missing classes, you should’ve eaten this morning.” Taeyong giggled.


“No ‘buts’ ” He scolded.

You made your way to your school’s campus to meet with the boys.

You walked up your friends laying on the grass. One was missing in particular.

“Hey guys.” Doyoung waved to you and Taeyong. You returned his greeting, then looked over to Jaehyun, who seemed asleep on the grass.

“Jaehyun!” You yelled down at him

He jumped up quickly. “Is it time to go?” He stuttered, looking at his phone.

“Not yet, we just got here.” You said.

“Aren’t we here a little late?” Jaehyun said, exchanging glances between you and Taeyong.

“You’re lucky she came at all, she was fully prepared on skipping.” Taeyong said, pointing at you.

“Seems like someone already skipped for us.” You sighed. “Where is Yuta anyway?”

The boys looked at each other nervously, not responding.

You had been friends with Taeyong, Yuta and Doyoung for over a year now, and not only did you grow close with Taeyong, but even closer with Yuta.

Yuta was your boyfriend, and this wasn’t the first time he didn’t show up to classes, and it also wasn’t the first time none of his friends would give you a full answer on his whereabouts.

You were drawn to Yuta’s gentlemanly gestures, and kind words. He made you feel like your were the only person in the world, and you loved that.

“C'mon guys, tell me, where did he run off to?” You asked again, playfully.

“He didn’t run anywhere, he just over slept.” Doyoung said.

“Couldn’t you just wake him up?” You asked.

“He was.. caught up last night doing some things.”

“Things? You mean like homework?” You asked.

Doyoung looked away. “Yeah.. like homework.”

You agreed, understanding he must’ve just been tired. You couldn’t blame him, you wanted to skip the first part of the day too.

You looked over to Taeyong, whose hands were balled into fists by his sides.

“Tae?” You said, pulling at his sleeve. “Are you ready to go to class?”

He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, and was completely silent, only nodding.

Once your classes were over, you met with Taeyong again. The boys were a year above you, so you didn’t have any classes together. It was hard to catch up with them during a school day.

“Tae!” You called to get his attention. He turned around and greeted you with a smile.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Do you know where the boys are? I want to see Yuta today.” You asked, energetically.

“He is at home, he never came to school. Doyoung and Jaehyun left already to get food.” Taeyong said.

“Well then, do you want to come with me to see Yuta? If he isn’t feeling rested enough to come to school, maybe I’ll bring him something to eat to make him feel better.” You said.

Taeyong looked at you, and spoke sternly. “I don’t think you should see him today.”

“Why?” You asked, confused.

“I’d feel better if you didn’t.” Taeyong could feel the guilt well up in his chest with every word he said

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Just trust me on this one, Y/N.” He said, raising his voice a little.
His head was hung low, and the familiar sight of his hands forming into fists.

“Why are you getting so angry? Why don’t you want me to hang out with Yuta?” You asked, hurt.

“It’s not that.” He hissed, through gritted teeth. “God- He doesn’t deserve your kindness.” He muttered lowly.

“You’re acting like a real jerk, Tae. I’m going to go visit Yuta now. Alone.” You said, storming off.

Taeyong knew he should’ve stopped you. He knew he should’ve moved from that spot. He knew he should’ve saved you from the hurt you were going to face.
He knew he should’ve told you.

He should’ve.

You went by one of Yuta’s favorite restaurants, and got him some takeout.
You smiled, and thought about how happy he would be to see you. You hadn’t seen him all day, which was weird for you two.

You made it to his dorm, wondering what it was that made Taeyong so angry.

Did he not like Yuta? No, that wasn’t it. Yuta is his best friend.

Did he not not like your relationship? But why? He was always so supportive before. After all.,
Taeyong was always just your friend.

You opened the door to the dorm, with the spare key Yuta gave you.

And God, you shouldn’t have opened that door.

You saw her in his hands, his fingertips running along her curves. Her hands flying to his hair as he kissed her deeply. She laid on the couch where you had once laid with Yuta to watch movies and eat popcorn. In the dorm where you had your first kiss, and spent most of your time cuddling and falling asleep together.

He touched her in a way he never touched you. Like she was delicate, and beautiful.

She wasn’t you.

The food dropped from your hands as you stared into the room, dazed.

Yuta’s eyes shot up from his bliss once he heard the thud of the takeout box, and he met eyes with you, terrified. You turned quickly to rush out. You made it to the front door when Yuta grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, she’s not-”

“Shut up!” You screamed. You had broken, the tears slid down your face uncontrollably.

You couldn’t look back.

You couldn’t look back at your shirtless boyfriend, who was decorated with the hickies given to him by someone else. An intruder. Someone who wasn’t you.

You snatched your arm back, only for Yuta to try and grab at you again, his actions cut short by a third hand grabbing him.

You felt yourself fall into the chest of someone.


“Taeyong, let go of me.” Yuta said sternly.

“We’ve all known. We all kept your dirty little fucking secret Yuta. You’re not smart, you didn’t pull anything over our eyes. You don’t deserve Y/N.” Taeyong yelled.

You gazed at your once calm bestfriend, turned into a yelling force. He was angry, the veins showing in his neck as he yelled full force at Yuta. Yet, his hold around your waist was gentle.

Yuta yanked his hand back and reached for you again. “This doesn’t concern you, Taeyong. This is between me and Y/N-”

Don’t fucking touch her.” Taeyong said, pulling you deeper into his chest, away from Yuta’s grasp.

“Taeyong.” You said weakily, over all the heavy breathing and tension in the room.

“Get me out of here.”

Taeyong had brought you to his dorm room, that was located in the same building as Yuta’s. His hold on your hand had been tight the whole walk to the dorm, you walked in, and it was empty, meaning Doyoung wasn’t home yet. He guided you to the couch, where you sat down, sniffling, tears still running down your cheeks. Taeyong sat down beside you, and you couldn’t help but fall back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your small figure, and nuzzled his face into you hair. He closed his eyes, his heart shattering for you.

Why wasn’t I enough?” You asked, the end of your words breaking, signaling your crying getting worse.

“Don’t you dare.” He said. He held you impossibly closer, pressing kisses into your hair. “Don’t you dare say that, you’re too good for him.”

You crawled into his lap, letting him hold you and continue to press kisses on your temples.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He said, his voice breaking. “I should’ve told you. I should’ve stopped you from seeing him.”

Taeyong starting tearing up as well, his voice shaking. “I should’ve saved you.”

Taeyong peppered your face in kisses and repeated his apologetic pleas through his tears.

After a while of Taeyong’s embrace and affection, you calmed down. Your tears stopped, and only your breathing was a little stunted.

“Taeyong?” You whispered dryly. “What do I do now?”

He cupped your face, and wiped your tear soaked strands of hair from your face.

“Be happy.” He said.

“How do I do that?” You asked, hands flying to your face. “I tried and I got fucking cheating on.” Your voice turning into a whine.

Taeyong hushed you and brought your head to his chest. “Calm down, baby.”

“W-Why are you being so nice to me? I was being rude to you earlier.”

“Because I love you.” He said.

Your heart thudded at his words.

“I’ve always loved you. The night I met you, I loved you. You were happy with Yuta, so I always smiled for you.” He said, holding you close.

“When I found out, he was doing this, I was so fucking pissed.” He said, his voice breaking. “Because he got to have the thing I cherish most in this damn world, and he cheated on her. And I couldn’t say anything about it without hurting her.”

Your heart felt warm with his words. Like your wounds were already stitching themselves back together, because you could feel the overwhelming love emitting from Taeyong.

You grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes. He was so beautiful, and his tears were genuine. The feeling of true hurt, love, and guilt entrapped in every teardrop he shed for you.

You found yourself tracing every outline of his features, taking note of his eyes, and tear stained cheeks. Then your finger fell onto his lips.

“Taeyong?” You asked.

“Yes?” He whispered, examining the finger on his lips.

“Do you truly love me?” You asked lowly.

“More than you’ll ever know.” He responded.

Then your lips crashed into his.

He seemed a little shocked at first, then leaned into the kiss with just as much force as you were giving.

You kissed him feverishly, nothing but pure passion fused you two together. His lips felt familiar, though you’ve never been close enough to touch. It felt comfortable, and inviting. It felt like you were meant to kiss Taeyong. Like he was your missing piece, and your lips meld perfectly.

Your hands flew to his hair, and his arms went around your waist pulling you towards his chest to the point where every inch of your upper body was touching his.

You moved from his lips and to his neck, leaving trails of kisses all the way down, coming back up his neck with bites and nips. Taeyong was groaning at the sensation, unknowingly grinding into your core as you straddled him. You started grinding on top of him aswell, then Taeyong was aware of everthing.

He pulled back, and looked at you.
“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“Why?” He asked, wondering why you’d want to lose your virginity to your best friend.

“Because I love you.” You said, smiling, and playing with his hair.

You could hear Taeyong take a breath of disbelief.

That was all he needed, and he hooked his arms underneath your thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapped his waist, as he carried you to the bedroom.

Before the sinful actions took place, you took one more look in the eyes of your beloved. His eyes were dark, and you could see the fire-like passion in them. The same passion that would mess up ALL your plans.

2 months later, things changed a lot. You and Taeyong weren’t talking, and neither were you and Yuta.

The morning you woke up in Taeyong’s bed, he had already left, leaving your clothes folded on his dresser.

When you realized he left before you had even woken up, your heart shattered all over again. The night before, you had been broken by Yuta. Then Taeyong, the only person you trusted in this world, took your virginity, and told you he loved you.

You returned the favor. You loved him too. You know you did, and that’s why it hurt so fucking bad.

You wondered if you were Taeyong’s mistake, his one night stand, or something he regretted. Every thought made a stabbing sorrow soar through your body.

Because now you and Taeyong will never have the same relationship, and you lost someone you loved, again.

The only friends who were still in your life were Doyoung, and Jaehyun. You could always count on Jaehyun throughout your life. You told them all the events of that night, and they also took notice in how Taeyong avoided you. Sending you emotionless looks, like you weren’t even important.

Back to what I was saying, it was 2 months later, and college was almost over for the boys. You knew that in 7 more months, Taeyong would head off into the military. The idea of him leaving you behind tugged at your heart so drastically, because you loved him so much.

You approached the grass where Jaehyun and Doyoung sat on campus, your group smaller than it was when semester started. Taeyong was walking lonely through the halls, and Yuta was making new friends.

You sat on the grass, ignoring Jaehyun and Doyoung’s greatings.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Doyoung asked.

“Did you skip breakfast again?” Jaehyun asked.

Your hand found its way to your stomach, pressing gently as you stared off into the distance.

Jaehyun’s gaze followed your hand. “Does your belly hurt?”

“I haven’t had my period in 2 months.” You said bluntly.

Jaehyun’s eyes grew as big as saucer plates. “What-”

Doyoung stood up. “Woah, are you sure?”

“Oh course I’m sure.” You snapped. “I thought maybe it was stress that was delaying it, but I’m way past due.”

“So you think you’re pregnant?” Jaehyun asked.

You hand rubbed circles into your stomach, your words and face emotionless.


“Have you taken a test?” Doyoung asked.


That’s when tears pricked in your eyes. “I haven’t had the courage to go buy one. That’s too real for me.”

“I’ll buy it.” Doyoung said. “I’ll buy it tonight, and bring it to you tomorrow.”

You looked up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He said, sitting next toy you and rubbing your back. “If you really are pregnant, you need as much support as you can get right now.”

“We are always going to be here, no matter if there’s a little Y/N in your tummy or not.” Jaehyun joked, poking your tummy.

You smiled, a tear running down your face.

“Thank you.”

In that conversation, they didn’t ask whose child it would be. You all knew, if you were bearing someone’s child, it was Taeyong’s. You had never had sex before, not even with Yuta. That one time with Taeyong was the only time, and you guessed that’s all it took.

Doyoung went back to his dorm that night, examining the box in his hands. He walked through the door, taking a deep breath. Taeyong sat on their couch, watching TV.

“What do you have there?” He asked Doyoung, eyes still on the TV.

“Nothing important, something I just picked up at the convenience store.”

“Doyoung, how much trouble are you in?”


“Why do you have a pregnancy test?” Taeyong chuckled.

“It’s not for me.” Doyoung stuttered.

“Then who needs this, you haven’t brought a girl home recently and been paranoid?” Taeyong teased.

Little did he know, the lines on this pregnancy test could make or break his future.

“Taeyong.” Doyoung said sternly. “I suggest you not play about this.”

“Play about what?” Taeyong asked, clearly confused.

Then Doyoung made for his room.

The next part of this story takes place the next night, in your bathroom floor. Where you lay on the ground, tears forming at the little stick that showed two red lines, staring back at you.

There’s a baby in your stomach. The baby of the man you were desperately in love with.

What were you going to do?

You called Doyoung and Jaehyun to come to your room right this instant. No matter it was midnight, they came.

They sat across from you on the couch.

“So? What happened?” Jaehyun spoke.
“Talk to us Y/N.” Doyoung urged.

A long pause filled the room as you pushed yourself t mouth the words.

“I’m pregnant.” You spoke finally, voice breaking.

Their eyes widened.

“What are we going to do?” Doyoung said under his breath.

“You’re keeping it right?” Jaehyun asked.

“I mean, of course.” You said. “It’s my baby. It’s mine. No matter how hard this is on me, I want it.”

Your friends smiled at you, knowing you would make the right decision.

“Aren’t we going to discuss the elephant in the room?” Doyoung asked.

You looked at him, knowing exactly what he was referring to.


“I’ll tell him.” You said.

“Do you want us to be there?” Jaehyun asked.

“I should do it, alone.” You responded.

“I hope everything goes well when you do.” Doyoung said, giving you a much needed hug.

Then Jaehyun hugged you. His familiar arms gave you a sudden relief that you really weren’t alone. Jaehyun was a contant person in your life, and you were so lucky for that.

“Thank you Jaehyun.” You said into his chest.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For being my family.” You said, voice cracking. He hugged you even tighter.

“No problem.” He said. He pulled back and gave you a huge grin. “So that means I’m uncle?”

You smiled at him, said your goodbyes and then ushered them out your room, knowing everyone needed the sleep.

There were no classes the next day, so you just sat on your bed, curled up into a ball, thinking about all the things that were happening.

You stared a your phone, Taeyong’s contact staring back at you.

Would he even answer if you called? Would he even be interested in the baby you two were about to share? You knew Taeyong cared about you, and you were sure he wouldn’t do anything drastic. But at the same time, that morning when he left you and never talked to you again, proved that he was unpredictable.

You gently touched your stomach, swallowing every ounce of doubts you had.

I have to do this, for you.

You then quickly hit the call button, holding your breath as the phone rang twice, then he picked up.


You gasped, his voice sounding as soothing as ever. It made your heart ache.

“H-Hey, it’s YN”

“I know.” He responded softly.

You pushed back your tears, and tried to keep a steady voice. “We have to talk about something, it’s really urgent.”

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern obvious in his tone.

No.”  You breathed, voice shaky. He must have heard the panic and distress in your weak response.

“You’re at your room?”


“I’m coming right now.” He said, hanging up the phone.

Soon, Taeyong was at your door. He was still gorgeous, he was still the comforting sight that made you feel utterly at home.

You were still hopelessly in love with him.

You smiled at him, only to be met with a blank stare. “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“Taeyong.” You breathed. “Maybe you should come sit on the couch.”

You knew you held the information that could change his life forever.

“Remember that night, after we saw Yuta-”

“Y/N.” He stopped you. “Before you start, I have something I want to say too.”

You nodded, signaling for him to speak.

“I’m sorry, about everything. I’m sorry for leaving you alone. Especially, after what we did-”

You looked away.

“But I wasn’t lying-” He continued. “I do love you.”

You looked up, your eyes wide.

“Then, why?” You said under your breath.

“I was scared I was a rebound, that you’d regret it. That I messed everything up. When I wanted us to be together, I wanted it to be romantic, and traditional, like dates, and slow progression.”

He chuckled. “But I confessed to you after you caught your boyfriend cheating, then fucked you. You deserve better than me, I was ashamed for leaving you that morning. I still am.”

You were stunned by his words. He still loved you.

His love was the reason why he left.

“That’s all.” He said, falling back into the couch, messing with his hands nervously. “What did you want to talk about, Y/N?”


It’s now or never.

“I’m pregnant.”

You watched his face, it didn’t change. Only his brows furrowed together.

“Say that one more time?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant, Taeyong.”

Silence filled the room, this was what you were afraid of. You looked at him, as he looked at the ground.

He got up, face emotionless, and walked over to you.

He sat next you, and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you to his chest.

The air was silent as he hugged you. You sat there for a good 2 minutes in silence, but it felt like centuries, the lovely feeling of being his embrace. The feeling warm, and familiar. You missed how comfortable he felt.

Then he spoke

“It’s okay, we’ll get through this together.”

His grip on you tightened. “You must have felt so alone.. I’m so sorry. I’m not going anywhere Y/N. Never again.”

You smiled into his embrace, hot tears slipping slowly from your eyes.

There was so much more to talk about, so much more that needed to be discussed. So many more questions. But for now, this was enough.

Feeling how his body lifted and lowered from his breathing, to hear his heartbeat and feel that he was real, and no longer a dream in your hold.

For now, that was enough.

THIS IS NOT THE END! I hope to work on a part two! Let me know if you want the next part!

You look perfect (Reggie x reader)

Originally posted by sensualkisses


A/N: So I hope you all know Perfect by Eed Sheeran because this one is based in that song, which by the way has me obsessed!

And also as you can see this one is from Reggie’s point of view.

Enjoy it!

(Y/N) and me have been friends since we were born. Our parents have always been really close, which made that she and me were really close too, we didn’t have other option though.

We spent summers together, she helped me to get better grades since I can remember and I always defended her when someone hurt her, even though she never wanted my help because she said she could defend herself.

I remember how our parents were always joking about how some day we would end up together because we were inseparable no matter how older we got.

We both denied that and we told them to shut up and leave us alone, something pretty normal with middle school kids.

But we weren’t in middle school anymore. We were in senior year, we didn’t know where we would be next year and I didn’t like the idea of being far from (Y/N) after spending eighteen years by her side.

And it wasn’t just that, a couple of years ago I found out that maybe our parents weren’t so wrong. I would love to be with (Y/N) like more than just friends, but I guess that I never got the courage to tell her. When it came to her I couldn’t hide behind that façade of brave and fearless boy that I used for everyone else.

The formal dance was getting closer and I knew that (Y/N) didn’t have a partner yet, so I was going to do it, I would ask her to come with me.

That morning when I saw her coming in my direction my heart skipped a beat, she was wearing a big smile on her face, a smile she was giving to me.

“Hey Reg” she greeted standing in front of me.

“Hey (Y/N), you look extremely happy today” I said closing my locker “Did something happened to put you in that mood?

“Not exactly, but I hope it happens” she giggled.

“Oh, can I ask what is it?”

“Actually… I’m the one who wants to ask, you don’t have a partner for the dance yet, right?” I freeze in my spot, I didn’t know where this was going, but if I didn’t answer I would never find out, so I just shook my head no “Great!” she exclaimed with her smile still on her face, even bigger if that was possible “not great that you don’t have someone to go with to the dance, but great because…” she stopped for a second to laugh at herself and how she was beating around the bush and as usual she made me laugh too “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to come with me to the dance” she finally said. I was paralyzed again because of her words; it was the last thing I thought I would hear. I thought she wanted to ask me if I could go with one of her friends or who knows what, but not this. “It’s ok if you don’t want to, I would understand. It’s just… I’d like to go with you”

“No no, I mean yes. Not that I don’t want to go with you” I stopped for a second to get myself together before I speak again “What I want to say is that I would love to go with you to the dance”

“Fantastic!” she smiled again “I’ll see you later Reginald” she added leaving as the bell rang.

I looked at her until she disappear into the crowd, I couldn’t believe what had just happened and at the same time I was surprised by her, she always managed to amaze me more and more every day. I don’t think any girl at this high school would have think of ask the guy to a dance, but she just did it.


After a couple of weeks the day came, I told (Y/N) I would pick her up, so there I was, so nervous I couldn’t even knock on the door. I could hear voices inside, the sound of the TV on and steps near the door.

I finally knocked and waited until her father opened the door and when he saw me he smiled widely and invited me in.

“(Y/N)! Reggie is here!” she said from the bottom of the stairs.

“Hello Reggie! We’ll be there in five minutes!” her mother said from somewhere in the second floor.

“Hello (Y/M/N)!”

“I guess you already know that five minutes mean ten minutes at least” joked her father guiding me to the living room where he was watching a football game.

We sat there to watch the game and talk about football in general, when I was little my father, (Y/N)’s father and me used to play our own games every time we could and of course (Y/N) would end up joining us.

I heard footsteps running down the stairs and when I turned around I saw (Y/N)’s mother at the bottom of the stairs, she made us a signal for us to join her while she got a camera from the table in the hall.

We waited until (Y/N) showed up upstairs and I wasn’t capable of process what my eyes were seeing,  I always see her beautiful whatever she is wearing, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this beautiful, so I had to make an effort and hide how amazed I was by her beauty.

“Mom!” she exclaimed putting her hand in front of her face when she saw her with the camera “stop!” she laughed coming down the stairs as fast as she could.

“I know this isn’t prom, but you’re not leaving this house before I take some photos” she said grabbing my arm and moving me in (Y/N)’s direction. She stayed in the second stair and put her arms around my neck, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

We made different poses, funny poses all the time until (Y/N) put her hand in front of the camera and took my hand with the other to lead me to the door.

“Be careful!” her mother shouted from the door while we were going to my car laughing.

“You look more beautiful than I expected” I said opening the co-pilot door for her.

“Thank you Mantle, you don’t look bad yourself” she answered giving me a smile and getting in the car.


The dance were like any other one this high school had done before with the difference that this time I had a great time with my partner. We dance every song that they played like if anyone was watching, we were experts dancing thanks to all the times we danced in (Y/N)’s living room when I stayed the night.

When they played slow songs we just danced like the rest of students and we talked about whatever came to our minds. She had her arms around my neck and I had my hands on her waist.

At the end of the night Cheryl announced she was throwing an after party at her house and everyone was invited, which included us.

“You can go if you want” (Y/N) said when I came back from telling my friends that I wouldn’t go to the party ”you just have to leave me at home first because I can’t walk anymore with this shoes” (Y/N) wasn’t the biggest fan of parties, which didn’t mean she wasn’t the life of the party when she attended one, and that’s why she told me that she wouldn’t go, but that I didn’t have to stop going for her, what she didn’t know was that I had other plans in mind for us.

“I was thinking that maybe we could go to my house, it’s still early and I’m sure our parents are still out there having fun”

“I like the proposal” she said intertwining her arm with mine and leading us to the exit.

On the way to my home it started to rain, something pretty normal in Riverdale, it would probably just last a couple of minutes, but we had to go from my car to the front door, which meant we had to get wet.

“Are you ready?” she asked with one hand ready to open the door and her shoes on the other.

“I was born ready” I answered opening my door and running to my house.

I could hear (Y/N) laughing behind me and when we finally refuged form the rain we looked at each other, we were soaking from head to toe, but that only made us laugh even more.

We went into the house and when I was about to go to get some towels to dry us she stopped me.

“Let’s go to the garden, it’s not raining that much and the grass will be wet” she said it with her eyes full of illusion and it remind me of when we were little and we found some abandoned dog, she would take him with her and she would start to talk about how great his life would be since that moment. That was another reason why it was impossible not to love her, how easy she gets excited by little things.

I followed her to the garden and I was about to turn on the lights, but again she stopped me and told me the moonlight was enough to see what we have around us.

So we finally stepped out the door and we sat on the floor while we wait for the rain to stop and when it happened (Y/N) stood on her feet and went to the grass, barefoot. She would probably regret this the next day when she gets sick, but right now she was the happiest person alive.

“Are you coming or what Reg?” she asked turning in my direction.

I stood on my feet, but before I went to her I got into the house and put some music, not too loud so it wouldn’t disturb the calm before the storm but loud enough for us to hear it.

“Would you dance with me mademoisselle?” I asked doing a reverence.

“Of course” she answered doing the same.

I put one hand on her waist, she put one on my shoulder and we put the other ones together in the air.

We dance without saying anything, just listening to the music. I made her spin a couple of times, but I never let go of her hand and I always brought her back to me. I noticed she was looking to the ground, avoiding eye contact.

“Did you suddenly turn into a shy person?” I joked.

“Never” she said finally looking at me “but I must look terrible” she added laughing to play down. This time I didn’t laugh at that and it made her get nervous “Reg? Are you still here?” she blushed a little because the lack of response from me.

“You look perfect” I whispered so weakly that it made me think I had thought about it instead of saying it out loud.

We had stopped dancing and I hadn’t even realized it, she kept looking at me directly in the eye, with a serious expression in her face.

She let go of my hand and I thought that she wanted to get away from me, but what she did was to put both of her hands on my cheeks and stand on her tip toes so she could put her lips on mine.

I was shook at first, but I kissed her back, putting my arms around her waist to keep her close to me.

My heart was beating so fast I was concern it would leave my chest at any second.

“I don’t know why I waited so long to do this” she said biting her lip when we stopped kissing.

She kept her hands on my cheeks, caressing my skin.

“I guess our parents weren’t so wrong” I laughed.

“Not at all” she answered looking at me in the eye and then looking my lips.

I moved away her wet hair from her face and I kissed her again, like I had always wanted to do.

S o l i p s i s

My name is Benjamin. My job is search and rescue.

But not the kind of search and rescue you’re probably thinking of. Instead of navigating dangerous terrain and hiking mishaps, I save people from virtual reality.

Whenever something goes wrong; whenever there’s a malfunction with the neural simulator, and someone stays under too long—whenever somebody’s mother finds them unresponsive after 15 hours and starts to worry that they can’t wake up, my job is to go in after them.

Sometimes there isn’t even a problem. Some kid didn’t realize how long they’d been in there. Happens all the time. Sometimes there’s a bug and they can’t come out of the dive until I’ve fooled around, run an antivirus—and sometimes there’s a real issue, but that’s rare. I’ve never failed to save someone from what’s usually their own stupidity.

Until today.

It seemed pretty typical when I entered the house. His mom sat at the kitchen table, like they usually do, looking up at me anxiously over her folded hands.

“Where is he?” I said.

“He’s right in here.” She opened the door to the bedroom. He was lying on the bed.

I looked him over a bit. His lips were pale and dry, his muscles were slightly tense but looked weak and wasted. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, just to make sure he wasn’t faking. Teenagers will do anything to get attention from their parents.

“Have you got any clue as to what the issue might be?” I asked.

“That’s the thing,” she said. “There isn’t one. Not as far as I can tell.”

“How long has he been under?”

“Two days.” I heard the tremble in her voice. “Thirty-six hours.”

“That’s a long time,” I said. “He must be getting pretty dehydrated.”

She nodded fretfully.

“Don’t worry. I see it all the time. What were his gaming habits like before this?”

She pursed her lips together, and then finally decided to answer me. “To be honest, Isaac has been in there almost 24/7 for several weeks now. Last time I saw him up and walking around, it was only to eat and barely that. He wouldn’t speak to me when I tried to talk to him. We think he’s been sleeping plugged in.”

“Hmm.” I gave the hardware another quick check. “Well, I can’t just yank him out—but you know that. The brain damage could be irreversible.”

She gave a terrified look, so I quickly followed with, “But there are other ways. Let me go try to speak to him. Maybe he can tell me what the problem is.”

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Gasoline: Chapter 3

Members: All

Genre: Angst, Gang AU

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: violence (srs it’s intense), a lot of stuff i guess don’t read if you’re sensitive to that kind of thing i’d say

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 ,  Chapter 9  , Chapter 10, Chapter 11 

Originally posted by taengooks

“You, up” A voice yelled. I woke with a start, groggy and confused. I clutched my side, now bandaged, but still painful. A large t-shirt encased me, smelling unfamiliar and alien on my frame.

“Up!” The voice yelled again. Feeling the sense of urgency, I rose to my feet, stumbling slightly on my injured leg.

“What? What’s happening?” I questioned, bleary-eyed and aching.

“I take that as you’re ready.” Johnny appeared in the door, beckoning me to come over. “Time for your interrogation.” He smirked, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door.

“You’re not going to blindfold me this time? You sure about that?”

“Doesn’t matter if you don’t live to see the outside of this place.” His cold response deterred my attempt to appear strong, silencing me as he lead me down a flight of stairs. Grey walls and grey floors surrounded me, a dull and uninviting setting that held a stench of gunpowder and bleach. A yellowish light flickered above me, and it struck me that this entire place had no windows.

“This dump is your base?” I tried to joke, probably out of sheer nervousness.

Johnny scoffed, “This isn’t our base, dumbass. You really think we’d take you there? This is just a safe house we use for interrogations.” Despite the cruel tone, I absorbed the information.

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Jealousy - Lai Guanlin Requested Scenario


Genre: angst yet fluff (i think)

Message?: this is my first Lai Guanlin scenario and im wondering why


“Come on Y/N!” Guanlin said, hanging in the door frame of my bedroom, trying to leave.

“Okay! Okay!” I said, standing up and tightening my ponytail, walking to Guanlin.

Today was the day that the rest of Produce 101 were allowed to meet your relatives. Unfortunately, Guanlin’s parents are still in Taiwan so he asked me to go and I don’t know if I’m more excited or nervous.

“So basically, there’s gonna be pretty much a massive party and it’s probably gonna go on until tonight but some people have like small brothers and sisters so it can’t go on that late,” Guanlin explained.

“I have two questions,” I said, grabbing my phone as we walked out the door.

Guanlin motioned to go ahead so I asked, “number 1, is there food?”

He chuckled, “yes, there is food.”

“Good, and two, are you sure there is going to be no cameras?”

“99% sure,” Guanlin said, taking my hand in his. “You can never tell with Mnet though.”

“If there is will you tell me?” I asked.

He laughed, kissing my hand, “of course.”

I nodded and we continued until we reached the venue of the party, I’m still not sure where it is though I know it’s in a garden somewhere. Maybe a park.

“Seonho texted me,” Guanlin said. “He’s here with his parents and little brother.”

I nodded, heart racing now.

“Hey calm down, it’s just Seonho, you know Seonho,” Guanlin chuckled.

I breathed, “yeah, that’s right. I know Seonho.”

He nodded and continued walking over but we were stopped by who I knew as Dongho.

I looked up his face, slightly intimidated by his tall, muscly frame until he laughed and Guanlin and I suddenly felt relaxed, knowing he was just a big softie.

“So who’s this?” Dongho asked, motioning to me.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” I said. “Guanlin’s girlfriend.”

I bowed and stuck my hand out to shake his but he pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek. Slightly stunned, I pulled back and smiled.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” Dongho smiled, “why don’t you come and meet the rest of Nu'est?”

Just as Guanlin shook his head, I nodded mine.

“Of course!” I said. “I’m a big fan.”

Dongho chuckled, “cute.”

He slung his arm round my shoulders and brought me over to the other members and who I guessed were their families.

“You coming Guanlin?” Dongho teased, releasing my shoulders.

“Who’s this Dongho?” Jonghyun asked.

“This is Y/N, she’s Guanlin’s girlfriend,” Dongho said, introducing me.

I bowed to the other members and their families as they bowed back to me.

When I stood back up Guanlin was stood next to me, his hand on my lower back.

“Yeah, my family are still in Taiwan so I brought her to be with me,” he said, tightening his grip by squeezing my waist.

I smiled, despite Guanlin’s strange attitude.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N,” Ren said. “And by the way your make-up looks really nice.”

I smiled, “really?”

He nodded, smiling.

I bowed, thanking him and once again when I stood up Guanlin tightened his grip on my waist.

“Oh hey look, Seonho’s calling us over, shall we go?” Guanlin said. “Good to see you guys, speak later.”

Everyone bowed as me and Guanlin walked away.

“Your hurting me,” I muttered to Guanlin, moving his hand while still smiling and Daniel and Seongwoo.

“Wow I still can’t believe Guanlin brought you,” Seonho said in disbelief.

“Why?” I laughed as Guanlin’s grip on my waist finally loosened.

“Because there is 98 boys here,” Seonho laughed. “At least 2 of them are bound to fancy you and that’s not including Guanlin.”

I laughed, “hardly.”

“Well Dongho was being quite touchy,” Guanlin muttered.

“Guanlin!” I exclaimed. “He was being friendly.”

“A bit too friendly for Guanlin’s liking by the look of it,” Seonho giggled.

“Seonho!” Kenta exclaimed, coming over. “Hello! Where are your family?”

Seonho shrugged while keeping his smile, “I have no idea.”

I laughed at him as Kenta turned to face me.

Kenta bowed, “hello! You must be with Guanlin! I’m Kenta and you are really pretty!”

“Thank you Kenta!” I bowed, smiling at him. “Yeah, I’m Guanlin’s girlfriend. Is your family in Japan?”

Kenta nodded sadly, “yeah, but it’s okay because everyone else’s families are really nice.”

“Well Guanlin’s the same as you,” I said. “Aren’t you Guanlin?”

Guanlin nodded even though he was only half in the conversation.

“At least he has a pretty girlfriend to flaunt though,” Kenta smiled.

I smiled back, “thank you!”

Guanlin was paying 100% attention to the conversation now but Kenta had already left.

“Told you!” Seonho smiled.

“Hey Y/N,” Dongho said.

“Oh hey Dongho,” I smiled.

“Guanlin, help me find my parents,” Seonho said. “And that’s a command not a question.”

“But—” Guanlin started.

I laughed as Seonho dragged Guanlin away and I was left with Dongho.

“Want a drink?” Dongho asked.

“Actually yes,” I said.

“Come on then,” he smiled.

He gently put his hand on my arm and led the way to the drinks table but before Dongho could get me anything, Guanlin had dragged me away and was apologising to Dongho saying we had to go. Before I knew properly what was happening, me and Guanlin were leaving, Guanlin’s harsh grip on my arm as he half dragged me down the street.

“What is your problem?!” I called. “Guanlin! Are you even listening?!”

We reached my house and we walked in. I went through to the living room as Guanlin was going to leave.

“Um no,” I laughed dryly.

“Why not?!” He bursted. “Can I not just be alone now?!”

“If I knew you were going to be like this you could’ve been alone!” I said.

“So why not now?” he said, his voice quiet.

“Because I need an explanation!”

“Of what?! Why the earth turns?! Why the sky is blue?! Why you were flirting with Dongho?! I can answer all of them except the last one,” Guanlin exclaimed, the loudest I’ve ever seen him.

I laughed, but not from humour as I looked at Guanlin in disbelief, “I was NOT flirting with Dongho!”

“Oh really?!”

“Guanlin! What part of when I was speaking to him made you think I was flirting with HIM?!”


He stepped towards and I stepped back, feeling a little bit scared of his behaviour.

“I- uh,” he stuttered with a sad expression on his face as I kept stepping back.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just need to think.”

“About what?!” I exclaimed. “Your jealousy?”

I saw his jaw tighten.

“I-,” he began. “I’m not—”

“Really?” I smirked, crossing my arms.

“I’m not!” Guanlin exclaimed. “Why would I be?!”

I raised my eyebrow, walking towards him and saying, “well say it then.”

“Say what?” he asked.

“Say that you, Lai Guanlin, are not jealous of Kang Dongho or Takada Kenta,” I said, enjoying this more and more.

“I, Lai Guanlin,” Guanlin started, but when he opened his mouth to continue nothing came out and he walked over to me, resting his head on my shoulder. “Am jealous of Kang Dongho and Takada Kenta.”

I began laughing, “it’s okay Guanlin. Jealousy is okay.”

“But I’m not,” Guanlin muttered.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because now, even Seonho said your pretty!” Guanlin complained. “And that boy’s a charmer!”

Sunday Drives

Jughead x Reader 

Summary: Jug comes over to spend the day with you, but your parents disagree on the activity. 

Warnings: None

Originally posted by nocturnaldaddario

It was a early Sunday morning and Jug had come over for breakfast, my mom and dad asking him the “how’s school.” And lucky him got to hear the worst of it “You’ve grown so much.” Because we were childhood friends. You could sense the groaning from him, my siblings and even myself as they said the words. It’s not like they never saw him, he was always around and I’m pretty sure my parents considered him one of theirs by now.

“Juggie and I are going to drive down to the river and have a picnic later?” I suggested while picking at my pancakes. He looked up at me and we exchanged agreeable glances before looking toward my parents to get a response.

“I don’t know kids, with all this Jason Blossom drama I don’t think it’s a very good idea.” My mother questioned.

“We won’t go that far down the river and we’ll stay in the open with our phones on us.” I argued and gave her puppy eyes, even if they stopped working quite a while ago, “And Juggie had muscle he can smash their faces.” I said grabbing Jugs arm and showing everyone, they all laughed before returning to their meal.

“He might have muscles (Y/N/N), but I’ve never heard of anyone beating up a bullet.” My brother commented with a mouth full of pancake and took another huge bite, bigger than the last piece he was still chewing.

My dad sighed and folded his napkin in half, “Why don’t I give you kids the keys for the truck and you can go for a short drive and come back for lunch? I can make us some barbecue?” He smiled, hoping we would agree with his suggestion.

I looked at Jug and he gave me a ‘why you looking at me?’ kind of face so I just turned to my dad and said yes. My parents looked instantly relieved and the slight shift in mood had subsided. The conversation had then migrated to my siblings about homework and chores.

Once we finish breakfast everyone moved on with their day, wether they were doing homework or watching TV. Jug and I went upstairs for a short while to get myself a jacket, my phone and a few other necessities. He sat on my bed watching me muck around.

“At this rate babe, we might as well stay home.” He chuckled, I rolled my eyes at him an he walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, “I’m just kidding.” He laughed and nuzzled into my neck.

I looked at him through the mirror above my dresser, “Well I was actually done so you can now apologize.” I turned around with my hands landing on my hips, giving him a cocky look.

“Great, then we can go yeah?” He smirked, I glared at him and he laughed, “I’m sorry baby girl, I’m sorry I whined about your faffing.” He said and leaned forward giving me a kiss.

He stepped back letting me get past him, he followed me out the door and down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and found my dad reading the paper, “Hey dad, can Jug and I take the truck?” He nodded pointing to the set of keys hanging along with all the others on the wall. “Thanks dad.” I singsonged while skipping out the kitchen, letting Jug get the keys. I waited for him in the hall and took his hand as we opened the front door.

“Keep safe kids!” My mom called from inside.

“Will do ms. (Y/L/N)!” Jug called back and turned to me with a giddy smile, I giggled at him and told him he’s driving. I hoped in the passenger side and shut the door, “And why is little miss making me drive?” He sighed.

“Because you love me?” I grinned.

“Finnneee.” He said but turned to wink at me. He started the truck and my dad’s music started blaring, I laughed and turned it down then searched for the cd my mom had in the truck, it was a little less intense. I found it and put it on, the sweet sound of The Beatles filled the car. Jug had pulled out the driveway and went down our street, we were both humming along to Here Comes The Sun. Jug put his hand on my thigh as he concentrated on the road.

I sang along to the songs as Jug glanced over at me with a wide smile every now and then when I did a funny dance or sang in a fun accent. He squeezed my thigh every time I referenced cute lyrics to him or kissed his cheek, or he watched me with a big, goofy smile on his face at the traffic lights.

We eventually had driven to the outskirts of town where Jug had found a small cafe. We walked in and got coffees for each of us. We sat down next to each other and sipped at our drinks.

“Thanks for spending the day with me.” I sighed in content and put my head on his shoulder.

He squeezed my hand he was holding under the table, “Anything for you gorgeous.” There was a moment of silence, “do your parents understand it’s much more pleasant having sex in a car than on wet river sand?”

“Oh my word, only you Jug, only you.” I laughed.

He kept quiet for a while, “So can we have sex?” I rolled my eyes. “I guess not.” He sighed and pretended to be hurt.

I laughed at him and gave him a small kiss. “Not today babe.”

anonymous asked:

Shit dude youre p cute but i feel bad cause i always assumed you were a girl and well, yeah (You are a cutie tho)

Thanks anon! If I was a girl my parents would have named me Caledonia, because, and I quote, “then NO ONE would fuck with you.” That being said, I’m pretty sure that @humans-are-seriously-weird, @clauduscumclaudo and @melancholysoulitude are the closest people I know to female personality dopplegangers (although they are just WAY cooler)

Did anyone ask for...

…newlywed Fitzsimmons finally moving into their apartment and talking about babies? No? Well here it is anyway, with bonus discussion of Fitz’s craptastic father!

Written as a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not necessary to have read that one first. Takes place roughly a month after everyone escapes from the Framework. Enjoy!


“Well, that’s the last box,” Mack announced, setting the cardboard box down with a grunt. Though he’d carried it with relative ease, the muted thud it made as it settled onto the hardwood floor revealed its surprising weight.

“Thank you for getting the heavier ones,” Jemma said gratefully, patting Mack’s arm as she passed him, fluttering about the apartment to make sure all of the boxes had been placed in the rooms that matched their carefully written labels.

Mack shrugged off the praise as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “No problem. Hey, I’ve got to head back to the base to finish up those repairs for Coulson. Congratulations again, you two.”

“Thanks Mack,” Fitz said with a smile and nod. “See you soon.”

With a final wave, Mack headed out the door and out of the apartment building, where Elena was no doubt waiting impatiently for him. The only one left lingering after being wrangled into helping them move the last of their things from the Playground to their new apartment was Daisy. As Jemma roped Fitz into finally beginning the long process of unpacking, Daisy meandered through the apartment, studying the various paint samples Jemma had taped up whenever she’d found a spare moment throughout the past week.

Jemma happened upon her while she was speculatively eyeing the spare bedroom, which was empty of both boxes and paint samples – she and Fitz weren’t quite decided on what to do with it yet. As Jemma came to stand beside her, Daisy threw a wry smirk at her and said mischievously, “Well, you’ve got a ring, you’ve got a cozy little apartment – I think I know what comes next.”

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It's No Accident (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Requested: “Can you please write a Jared x Reader where him and the reader are playing video games and Jared "accidentally” kisses the reader and gets turned on?“

Warnings: smut and mild cussing

Word Count: 1,339

A/N: This is my first smut! I enjoyed writing about this topic, so feel free to request it more often!

“Are you still up for that study session back at my place after school?” Jared Kleinman asked as you shut your locker door.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to have to say no.” You said with a playful smile.

“Come on, y/n, you know you want to.”

“How do you know what I want, Mr. Kleinman?”

“We’ve been friends for literally ever, since we could walk. I’m pretty sure I can even read your mind and it’s telling me that you’d love to hangout with me.”

“Whatever.” You replied sarcastically.

“Hey, my parents are gone for the weekend. I’ll be lonely all evening and I’m barely passing math so I need some help, what do you say?”

“Fine, only for a couple of hours.” You finally gave in. Walking away to your next class, you turned around to see Jared silently fist pumping the air.

The walk home from school was eerily quiet. Usually the two of you were talking up a storm, but today was different.

“How was your day, Jared?” You asked. He seemed to be spaced out. So, you asked him again, but a bit louder. Again, the same result.

“Jared, are you okay?”

“Yeah!” He said loudly, “I meant yes, I’m fine. I’m just thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?’

“Nothing.” He blurted out before you could even finish your sentence.

You had been in the Kleinman household numerous times before, so locating Jared’s room was no problem for you. You raced up the stairs behind him and plopped on his bed, digging in your school bag to find the homework you were going to be working on.

“What are you looking for?” Jared asked.

“The homework we’re supposed to be working on, dummy.”

“Don’t get sassy with me, y/n.”

“Come on, let’s get started. Get your book and –” Jared cut you off.

“Absolutely not.”

“So I came over here for nothing?”

“Ouch,” he pretended to be hurt, ”you came here for me, duh.” Jared continued while picking up his X-box controller.

“Of course, there’s nothing I’d rather do than watch the insanely cool Jared Kleinman play video games all evening.”

“Well when you put it like that,” he joked, “now you don’t have to watch me, you can join if you’d like.”

“Jared, this is why you’re failing.”

“Just this once, y/n?”

“You said that last time.” You reminded him.

“Please?” Jared pleaded as he was getting on his knees.

“Fine! Only if you stop begging, weirdo.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed as he grabbed the spare controller, handing it to you. Jared sat in his usual gaming chair while you were left standing there.

“The game isn’t going to play itself, y/n.”

“I don’t know where to sit, your room is so cluttered –”

“You can sit on my lap.” Jared joked, but he blushed as he spoke.

“Not in a million years, Kleinman.”

“Fine, you can sit here.” He pointed to a spot on the floor between his legs. You made yourself comfortable and rested your arms up on his knees. When it finally came time to play, you had no idea what to do. Jared noticed that you were having a hard time so he spoke up.

“I can tell you’re an expert. I’ve never seen anyone so talented before.”

“Just shut up and teach me already, smartass.” This remark made Jared laugh.

He took your hands in his and guided you through the first level. Although you caught on pretty quickly, you wanted him to stay close to you for just a little longer. Jared started to whisper something in you rear, but you didn’t quiet catch what he said so you happened to turn around to face him at the exact same time that he was repeating what he said. As a result, he accidentally kissed you.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry. I honestly didn’t mean to kiss you, I’m so so sorry.” He began to freak out.

“No, it’s fine —” You began.

“I probably just ruined our friendship and you probably think I’m gross.”

“Jared, stop!” this quickly silenced him, “I told you it’s fine, I’m not grossed out at all.”

“Can I tell you something, y/n?” Jared asked out of the blue.

“Jared, you know you can tell me anything.”

“Okay, if I’m going to be totally honest with you,” he started to say while taking a deep breath, “I have been in love with you since the second grade. I know if you don’t feel the same way, you can leave and we can pretend like this never happened.” You could tell he was almost on the verge of tears, you had never seen this side of Jared before.

“I love you too.” He was taken back by your reply.

“You do?’

“I’ve had feelings for you since who knows when. You’ve been my best friend since forever and you’ve never ever left me. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I was too scared and I was almost certain you didn’t feel the same way.” You confessed .

Suddenly, Jared grabs your face and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

“And I’ve been wanting to do that since who knows when.”

“You’re adorable.” You giggled as you climbed up on his lap to straddle him. You continue to make out with him, then he abruptly stops.

“Are you sure you want this, y/n?”

“Hunny, I’ve wanted this for longer than you could possibly know.” You say as you shut him up with even more kisses.

“Shall we take this elsewhere then?” He asks, you nod in agreement. So, Jared leads you to his bed. He lightly pushes you down , as if you were delicate enough to break. You can feel his bulge through his jeans as he grinds on you. He starts to kiss down your neck hitting your sweet spot as moans escape your mouth. This sends him into overdrive and he takes off your shirt and pants. He also sheds his clothes while you’re taking off your bra. Once he focuses his attention back on you, he is left speechless. Your body is a piece of artwork to him and he wants to cherish every moment.

“Are you okay, Jared?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just wow, you’re so beautiful.” His comment made you blush. He started to kiss down your valley and stopped at the hem of your panties.

“May I?” He asked gesturing to take them off for you.

You nodded and he spent no time messing around. He kissed up your thigh right to your entrance. You moaned beneath him as he started to eat you out hungirly.

“I won’t last Jared.” You could barely form words with all the pleasure he was giving you. He replaced his mouth with his fingers and began to pump in and out at a rapid pace.

“Jared, please,” you managed to say in between moans, “I’m begging you.”

Right before you were about to cum, he removed his fingers from you, leaving you on edge. Jared then pulled down his boxers and rolled a condom he got from his bedside table onto his length, He aligned himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Please.” You pleaded. You didn’t last more than a minute. Only after a few hard thrusts, you felt yourself cumming hard. You were a moaning mess underneath Jared. You could tell he wouldn’t last either. His breathing became labored and his thrusts became sloppier. He finally came while moaning your name. After you both finished, Jared removed the condom from his member, tied it up, and threw it in the trash. You cuddled up with him under his warm blankets soon after.

“Fuck, you were amazing, y/n. I’m so glad my first time was with my best friend.” He told you.

“I love you, Jared.”

“Same time tomorrow?” He playfully asked knowing his parents wouldn’t return for another two days.

“We’ll have to see about that.” You teased.

Congratulations- Eliza Schuyler X Reader

request from anon: eliza x reader 303(“We have to pretend to be married.”) which leads to 295(“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”)at some point

You sat down next to Alex and you turned towards him

.“What is Washington lecturing about today?” You asked him and he looked up at you for a second before looking back at his phone, obviously distracted.

“Dunno. Sorry- Jefferson is in his French History class and keeps on pretending like I don’t understand french so I am kicking his ass right now.”

“So nothing new.”

“Yeah- wait, Eliza didn’t tell me she was joining this class.” Alex frowned, turning his phone off, staring at someone who had just walked in. I rolled my eyes.

“Mm, now you pay attention.” You muttered and he looked at you like you were crazy.

“I don’t know what Washington is lecturing about but look at her. I mean if I were you I would introduce myself.” Alex told you, pointing at a woman with long black hair.

“Funny, I don’t remember asking for your help with my love life.”

“Ha. I’m just saying- Eliza is amazing.” He told you and Eliza looked over towards Alex and he waved her over. 

She smiled as she walked over to the two of you and she hugged Alex tightly.

“Alex, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in person!” She smiled and he nodded in agreement.

“Too long. How is Peggy feeling? Still sick?” He asked her, genuinely concerned.

She nodded.

“She’s getting better but she’s not one hundred percent yet.” Eliza said and she brushed the topic off and she extended a hand to me. "Oh! I’m sorry- Alexander and I always seem to get off topic whenever we talk. I’m Elizabeth.“

You shook her hand.

"I’m Y/N.” You said and she looked at you and smiled.

“Alex has talked about you alot. I feel like I know you already.” She joked and you smiled.

“All good things I hope?”

“From what he’s told me it sounds like you’ve been taking care of him.”

“I’m one of his roommates so I try to make sure he doesn’t pull four days without sleep in a row.”

“So you haven’t changed at all?” Eliza asked with a teasing smile towards Alex and he ran his hand through his hair and he shrugged sheepishly.

“Oh shush. You still wear your hair the exact same way you did in high school.” He argued and she shushed him, her smile growing.

“Mm well at least my hair is still more fabulous than yours.” She smiled as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Alex scoffed and crossed his arms.

“You’re obviously wrong- what do you think?” Alex asked you and you stared at him wondering why he was bringing you into it.

“I think you two fight like an old married couple." 

"Mm Angelica said the same thing, didn’t she Eliza?” Alex asked her and she nodded.

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Noah Hanifin #5

Requested by Anon:  Can you please do an imagine where Noah Hanifin and you go to your parents Xmas party and he meets your family for the first time

*Hiii! I am so so sorry! I didn’t see this when I was doing all those Christmass drabbles and just noticed it now. I hope it’s fine. Enjoy! And I’m really sorry, again. Thank you!!*

Word count: 862

Originally posted by nhl-canes

It’s funny to think that thirty minutes ago, Noah Hanifin looked like his usual confident self. It seemed such a long time before when he was flexing his muscles and making you laugh while you were driving to your parents’ house. What was it, he said? That if he can play and score against Zdeno Chara, then he can go and meet your parents. You sniggered at the thought. Looking at him now, sitting in between your mom and dad, doing nothing but smiling, eating cookies, and drinking eggnog. He looks like a child who got lost in the middle of Target.

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Got7 | Their s/o Is Royalty

Anonymous said:
iKon and Got7 reaction to finding out someone royal likes them or, finding out their s/o is royalty? (you can choose which one! i just really like royalty things) thank you! c:

You thought Mark was upset about you being royalty from him but no sooner did he leave the room, he came back wearing a crown. “M’lady your prince is here.”

Originally posted by parkmyjinyoung

“I’m not gonna have to like…fight for your honor, am I?” he questioned.

Your family had finally tracked their runaway princess/prince down and JB learned the secret that you had been hiding from him. “"What? No…Jae, this isn’t medieval England,” you said, “"I think you should lay off some of those action/fantasy movies. Anyway, you’ve already got my honor whether they like it or not.”

“"Oh…well that’s true…you can’t give that back.”

Originally posted by yugyeomism

“My princess/prince is a princess/prince?” he would question with a smile.

“Yeah Jackson, sorry I didn’t-”

“Does that make me your prince?”

“You’ve always been my prince…”

*happy Wang puppy*

Originally posted by got7official

“I fell asleep reading one of my books last night, right?” he questioned, trying to make sense or the new information.

“Nope, you are wide awake and sadly my family found me. I’m part of a royal family,” you said.

“So you’re no a normal restaurant waitress?” he asked.

“Well I was hoping I could try to be hut they found me…”

“…..things just got interesting I guess.”

Originally posted by jypnior

This is horrible,” he said, after being woken up by strange people claiming they were looking for their princess/prince.

“I know that’s why I ran away in the”

“I have enough problems with people hitting on you cause you’re so pretty…I don’t need the competition of someone with royal blood.”

“Really? No royals really want to deal with a runaway…I’m more of a problem, trust me.”

“But how can you be sure?”

Originally posted by jordragon

“What in the world are you doing?” You questioned, seeing a pile of clothes on the bed.

“Trying to pick out an outfit, if I’m going to meet your parents, I have to wear the right one,” he stated.

“Bammie…all the outfits you put together are great, but we’re not meeting my parents,” you said.

“What? Why?”

“I ran away from the royal life for a reason, and that includes my family…your my family now and I hope you can understand that I just don’t want you to be hurt by their judgemental asses like I was.” A smile spread across his face hearing this and then you got an idea. “Why don’t you clean this up and we’ll Netflix and cuddle.”

“Netflix and chill?”

“Don’t push it.”

Originally posted by tanjhent

“So…since you’re a princess/prince and they found you, does that mean you’re gonna have to leave me to go marry some other person of royal blood?” he questioned after finding out your royal status.

“That would mean that would have to drag me back to my home country kicking and screaming and I would runaway again and again and a thousand times more just to be with you Gyeomie….and I would seriously like to see them try and take me back to that place,” you replied.

“I…I really don’t know how to respond to that…but I love you too,” he said with a laugh.

Originally posted by got7gifs


proudalluratrash  asked:

27 for drarry??

Yeah, um…I’m not sure how this ended up so long because it definitely wasn’t meant to be. I’m really sorry about that lmao 

“G’morning, love,” Harry said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Morning,” Draco mumbled around a mouth full of food.

Draco was already sitting at the table eating, and Harry placed a kiss to the top of his head as he walked past him to make his own breakfast.

Draco smiled to himself at the small kiss. He always loved when Harry did things like that, although he would never admit it.

Harry took a seat across from Draco with a few pieces of toast, some fruit, and a cup of coffee.

“I have to work late tonight,” Harry informed Draco.

The small smile that still remained on Draco’s face from Harry’s kiss disappeared at this.

“Oh.” That’s the third time this week.

“Yeah. It was kind of last minute, but what can you do, right?” Harry chuckled. “It’s just a good thing I love my job.”

I wish you loved me that much.

Draco, like always, didn’t voice his thoughts, and just nodded his head.

“Well, I better go. Don’t want to be late,” Harry said, standing up and taking his dishes to the sink.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t want that,” Draco said flatly.

“See you tonight, love,” Harry said and quickly gave Draco a kiss before disapparating.

The kiss didn’t make Draco smile this time.

He sighed and got up to get ready for his own job at the hospital. He liked being a Healer. He was always busy, which meant he was able to keep his mind free of Harry.

Draco had tried to wait up for Harry, but he could only stay awake for so long. By the time Harry got home, Draco was curled up on the couch, bundled up in the blanket he and Harry always used to share, fast asleep.

Harry smiled at Draco’s sleeping figure when he got home. He carefully lifted Draco into his arms and carried him up to their bedroom.

“I’m sorry, love. They needed me to stay longer than expected,” Harry whispered as he laid Draco down in their bed and kissed his forehead.

Draco stirred, but didn’t open his eyes, so Harry just changed out of his robes and climbed into bed with him.

“I love you, Draco,” he muttered as he nodded off to sleep.

Draco woke up the next morning, not surprised to find himself in their bed even though he fell asleep on the couch. It seemed like that was a regular occurrence now. 

He sighed and got out of bed, leaving Harry to sleep. Who knew how late he got home yesterday. Draco was just relieved it was a Saturday and that Harry didn’t have to work. It was probably the first time he’s ever been excited to be bringing Harry to the Manor. At least he’d still get to be with him.

Draco went downstairs and ate breakfast. He finished and then went to go sit in his favorite armchair in the living room. He opened up the book that he and Harry were reading together, but he eventually got sick of having to wait for Harry to continue, so he was now way ahead of where the two of them had left off.

Not much later, Harry came down the stairs and greeted Draco. He grabbed something to eat before going to join Draco in the living room.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Harry asked.

“Didn’t know how late you got in,” Draco muttered, engrossed in his book.

“Hey,” Harry said, standing up and grabbing the book out of Draco’s hands. “I thought we were reading this together?”

Draco just shrugged, reaching up to grab the book back, but Harry pulled it away.

“Seems like you don’t have much time to read anymore, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.”

“Oh…okay,” Harry said, a little stung at the statement, but handed Draco the book back anyway.

“So I told Ron that we’d come round to his place around noon,” Harry told him while taking a bite of toast.

Draco’s head snapped up at this, the book forgotten.


“I told Ron-”

“I heard what you said!” Draco shouted, jumping up. “What I want to know is why you would tell the Weasel that when you knew we were going to the Manor today for lunch with Mother and Father!”

“Oh, Draco…I’m so sorry, I forgot.”

Draco snorted.

“Yeah, well, it seems like you’re forgetting about me a lot these days.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Exactly what it sounds like, Potter,” Draco said bitterly. “I’m always your last priority! Have fun with the Weasel clan!” He shouted before disapparating on the spot, heading to the Manor, no doubt.

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew Draco hated when he worked late, but sometimes it was mandatory. Other times, though, Harry offered. And this, well, there was no excuse. Draco had told him weeks ago that today was the date for their monthly lunch with Lucius and Narcissa. He knew something had been up with Draco lately, but the fact that it was Harry’s fault absolutely killed him. He had to fix this.

He quickly flooed Ron, letting him know that he couldn’t come and why. He then ran to the store to get a bottle of Lucius’s favorite wine, and a bouquet of Narcissa’s favorite flowers. He knew he couldn’t buy Draco anything to fix what he’d done, so he set up something special for him for when they got home. Well, if Draco would even come home with him. He picked out a new book for them to read together, and this time they would read it. He set it on the coffee table and then arranged the couch with Draco’s favorite blanket and several pillows, the way he knew Draco loved it when they cuddled up to read. Then he put out Draco’s favorite treat: fizzing whizbees.

Harry grabbed the things he had bought for Lucius and Narcissa and apparated to the Manor. Harry was let through the gates and approached the house nervously. If Draco had told them what had happened, this visit was sure to be worse than the others. He knocked on the front door and was greeted by Narcissa. That was good sign. She was always at least a little nicer than Lucius.

“Oh! Harry…this is a surprise. Draco said you wouldn’t be able to make it today. He seemed really upset, but said there was nothing to be done about it. I’m sure he’ll appreciate this surprise!”

Well, at least she was in a good mood.

“Uh…yeah. I uh, brought you these,” Harry said awkwardly, handing her the flowers.

“How sweet of you! These are my favorite! Well, come in, then.”

Harry stepped inside and saw Lucius immediately. He groaned internally.

“Potter,” he greeted.

“Hello, Lucius,” Harry said and forced a smile. “I brought this.”

Harry showed him the wine and Lucius eyes it suspiciously, but said nothing.

Thank you, Harry,” she said with a look to her husband at his lack of manners. “You really are too kind. Draco is up in his room. We weren’t expecting you two so early.”

Harry nodded and thanked them before heading up to Draco’s room.

Harry knocked on the door and entered when he heard someone grumble, “come in”.

He quietly closed the door behind him and approached the bed, where Draco was laying and had yet to open his eyes.

Harry sat down on the corner of the bed and brushed the hair out of Draco’s face.

“Draco, I’m so sorry.”

Draco’s eyes snapped open and immediately settled into a glare at the voice.

“I thought you were going over to the Weasel’s.”

Harry really wished he would stop calling Ron and his entire family that, but now was not the time to bring it up.

“I had someone more important to be with,” Harry murmured and moved his hand down so he could run his thumb lightly over Draco’s cheek, something he knew Draco loved.

Draco’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch. His anger had already faded away, but he wasn’t going to let Harry know that just yet. 

But Harry did know, just by the look on Draco’s face. But he’d let Draco play his game.

“Oh really?” Draco said with a poor attempt at malice. It came out softly, like a genuine question.

Harry hummed in response.

“And who would that be?”

“Oh…probably Lucius,” Harry joked.

Draco cracked a small smile and that’s when they both knew it. The game was over and Harry was forgiven. Draco could rarely stay mad at Harry for more than an hour.

“Harry,” Draco started to apologize, but Harry stopped him.

“Draco, no. Don’t you dare apologize because this is my fault only. I haven’t been spending enough time with you. You know sometimes it’s mandatory that I work late, so I can’t do anything about that, but I’m going to stop staying late when it’s optional. We don’t need the money, we’re pretty well off together. And I won’t forget about any more of these fun lunches with your parents. And I’m going to make sure we have time to read together. Merlin, Draco, when you said you’re my last priority…that killed me. That is so far from the truth, you have no idea. You mean the bloody world to me. And I’m so sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t my top priority. I love you so much.”

Harry leaned down and pressed a soft but loving kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco melted into him.

Lunch with the Malfoys was surprisingly not that bad, but both Harry and Draco just wanted to get home. And when they did, Draco took in the scenery.


“I picked out a new book for us. We could start it tonight, if you’d like?”

Draco nodded enthusiastically.

They got situated on the couch, Harry up against the arm rest with Draco between his legs, leaning back against his chest, and covered themselves with the blanket. Draco popped a Fizzing Whizbee into his mouth and hummed contentedly as he listened to Harry read out loud.

They stayed there all night. They finished the book and summoned another. They only got a few pages into the second one, though, when Harry realized Draco had fallen asleep. He smiled and put the book down before getting into a more comfortable position for both of them to sleep. Harry kissed the top of Draco’s head, because even though Draco wouldn’t admit it, Harry knew he loved it. And he saw a small smile grace Draco’s face when he looked down at him. That was the perfect sight that Harry was able to asleep to.

Give Me Love, 2

Throne Of Glass High School AU

This is Part 2 of my High School AU. So many of you asked for a second part, so here you go! Let me know if you’d like a Part 3 :)

(I also changed Aelin from a freshman to a sophomore)

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX


So many things can happen in one night. Especially if that one night happens to be a party full of high schoolers.

Lives can change in just a few hours. Stupid decisions are made. Smart decisions are made. Some will be the talk of the town for weeks. Some will have to live with these decisions forever.

You can’t take it back. What you do, and what you say. When you’re a teenager, you feel on top of the world. You think you can do no wrong. You’re right, everyone’s wrong. You don’t think about how your choices will affect the rest of your life. You think you have forever.

But. So many things can happen in just one night…

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It was her.

A/N: This is a highly requested part 2 of It wasn’t her. This is from Dean’s point of view. It has a lot of inner dialogue at first to set the story. This is going to hurt. I warned you.

It wasn’t her masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader     Sam x Sister!Reader     Mary x Daughter!Reader

If you had told me three weeks ago that I would be driving to save Sam and Y/N from who knows what with my mom riding shotgun in Baby I would have told you that you’re crazy; but here I am. Cas found a lead and mom insisted on coming with me. Having her back has been different, good, but so weird. I can only imagine what Sam and Y/N are going to do when they see mom. The thought of it brings a smile to my face; Sam remembers mom but Y/N was a baby when mom died. Y/N will finally get her mom like she always wanted, the thought of it makes me push down on the gas a little harder.

The car ride has been silent for the most part, sort of awkward but not too weird. Mom did bring up how she wished we hadn’t grown up in the life but I told her that it was meant for me and that Sam did try for a while; that seemed to make her happy. What made her smile the widest was when i told her about Y/N. How she balanced a hunting life along with trying to be normal. I couldn’t help but brag about Y/N like she was my daughter and not my little sister. Hell she was more of a daughter to me than a sister.

Y/N was twelve when Sam left; it was a major eye opener for me and I realized I needed to make Y/N feel more normal, otherwise she might want to leave me too. So I let her hangout with friends when dad was gone, we’d do extra training like he’d say but then we’d play soccer, go get ice cream, we were normal. Y/N went to dances, hell I let her go on group dates (that I chaperoned of course). She was normal, she even took college classes online.

“Y/N’s got it figured out best mom,” I say to her with a smile, “She has it all balanced, I don’t know how she does it. You’re gonna love her.”

“I know I’m going to.” Mom said smiling back at me, “You sound like a proud parent.” She laughed out. I laughed with her, cause it was true.

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They Don’t Know

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

@blameitonssamd OMG OMG OMG OMG Congrats babe!! Do you think you can write me something super fluffy and cute with me and Simon Daddy? I’m leaving the rest up to you. Just make our daddy so cute that it hurts.

Thank you babe! I’m sorry if this took long. I want to make it perfect for you and I am worried because it may not be ‘super fluffy and cute’, but I hope you’ll still like it. ily~

Summary: When your parents saw you talking with Hyukwoo, they thought that he was your boyfriend. They insisted on you bringing him to your family dinner. The man seated alone in his chair watched the scene unfold, and he’s not very happy.

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The air was thick with silence inside Hyukwoo’s car. He was behind the steering wheel, you were riding shotgun, and Kiseok took the backseat.

You stole a quick glance at him through the rear-view mirror as you gripped your seatbelt that ran diagonally on your upper body. The scowl on his face was getting darker each second that passed by. When he saw you looking at him, he flicked his eyes away and set his scowl deeper as if it could be engraved on his facial bones.

The fact that you were sitting beside Hyukwoo didn’t help, but what can you do? He was the one who shut and locked the doors of the backseat before you could go inside.

Hyukwoo gulped as he stared at the road. He hadn’t been moving his head since the three of you left your restaurant, and you’re worried he might strain his neck with the lack of movement.

You leaned the side of your head on the window, sighing, and recalled the events that led up to this predicament.

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