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I’m In Love With My Best Friend – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine where you told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with guys, but now she’s coming to visit for surprise and you need a fake boyfriend during your sister’s visit so you ask Cody (your best friend) to pretendbe your boyfriend and everything seems goes right until the act stop being act?

Word Count: 3,141

Warnings: None other than Cody saying a curse word, ha. Fluff?

Author’s Note: Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name. I did this because in previous imagines where I’ve named a sibling or best friend, some of y’all have mentioned it was weird to read your own name. So I decided to let y’all use your actual sister’s name or come up with the name yourselves if you don’t have a sister.

Also, I sneaked in a line from Gilmore Girls. I wonder if anyone can point it out.

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Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Y/N whispered repeatedly as the phone rang. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, hoping her best friend would answer. “Pick up the damn ph-”

The sound of her best friend’s groggy and sleepy voice interrupted her rambling. “Hello?”

“It’s about time! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I only called you like a hundred times! I could have been dying and-“

Cody noticed the nervous rush in her voice and rubbed this tired eyes. He cleared his throat before he interrupted her. "Okay, first of all I was filming all night and I just got home a couple of hours ago. Second of all, you’re obviously not dying so this better be good, because as much as I love ya, you know I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Lastly, breathe. Just breathe,” he inhaled and exhaled, which Y/N mimicked, making her feel a little better.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” He asked groggily yet genuinely concerned at the same time.

“I lied to my sister,” she started as she finally sat on the edge of her bed.

“About…?” He trailed.

“That I had a boyfriend. I only did it so she would stop setting me up with all these guys she knew. I thought my plan would work,” she continued.

Cody hummed, following along with her story with his eyes closed. “I remember you told me that. So, what’s the problem?" 

"The idiot decided to surprise me by coming into town without any warning! Now she’s on her way here, because not only does she miss me, but also because she wants to meet my boyfriend of two months…” she trailed for a second, silently praying Cody would agree to the favor she was about to ask him. “So, I was hoping if you could come over and play the part.”

Cody’s eyes flew wide open. He heard what she said but he still had a hard time believing it. “Come again?” He asked, needing confirmation.

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for my sister,” she explained as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously. “I promise you, I’ll get you a gift card for Chipotle that will last you for at least three months,” she bargained knowing Chipotle was Cody’s weakness.

Cody quickly sat up, “I’m getting in the shower right now and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Y/N smiled widely. “Seriously, you are the best. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” Cody smiled back even though she couldn’t see him. “What time will your sister get there?“ 

"She said she was about 2 hours away,” she answered.

“Alright, I’ll get there before she does,” he said as he walked into his bathroom. “Hey, Y/N?”


“Don’t forget the gift card,” Cody smiled as Y/N laughed.

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Jim opened the door to his home and frowned when he saw Tony standing there, patting Peter’s back and looking very worried. He had Peter’s diaper bag, which wasn’t unusual in itself. He did have a suitcase though. That was unusual, but not concerning. Jim leaned against the doorway and raised an eyebrow.

“Hi, Rhodey!” Tony said, smile tremulous. “Thought we’d come for a visit!”

“Hi,” Jim replied, then reached out to ruffle Peter’s hair. “Hey, Pookie.”

Peter gave him a shy, gummy smile and shoved a handful of teddy grahams into his mouth.

Jim got the safety gates put up and coffee on, and Tony got Peter situated in his playpen. They were on their second cups of coffee before Tony spoke again.

“I’m leaving him,” he said softly.

Jim sat his cup down heavily. “You just finalized your adoption.”

Tony stared down into his coffee. “I—I came to realize that Ty only went through with it because he thought Peter would anchor me to him. He hasn’t—ever since we adopted him, Ty hadn’t been involved with Peter. I won’t have him be Peter’s Howard. And I won’t be Peter’s Maria, staying with him and hoping things will work out. It’s—it’s better to have one good parent than half a good one.”

Jim stared at him for a long time before he reached out and put his hand on top of Tony’s. “Hey, man. You know I’ll support you. I never liked Ty anyway.”

“I know,” Tony said, tears in his eyes. “I know. I should have listened to you.”

Jim gave his hand a squeeze. “But then you wouldn’t have gotten this cute booger—who is now escaping his playpen.”

“Peter!” Tony gasped, flying over to him before he could flip over the edge of the playpen onto his head.

“Hey,” Jim said gently, grabbing Tony’s elbow and drawing him away from the window he was staring blankly out of. “Hey. It’ll be okay.”

“He froze all my assets,” Tony replied, voice shaking. “My assets. That I brought into the marriage. And are protected by my pre-nup.”

“Pepper’s working on it,” Jim reminded him. “It’ll work out. Stone’s afraid of her.”

Tony managed the tiniest of smiles. “Everyone’s afraid of her.”

“That’s ‘cause she’ll stab you in the eye with a stiletto,” Jim answered immediately.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, before his smile fell again. “What did I do wrong?”

“Sometimes you don’t do anything wrong and it still doesn’t work out, Tony,” Jim said quietly, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “C’mon, man. Let’s go on a walk.”

“Walk!” Peter repeated excitedly, holding his arms out to be picked up.

Tiberius was a jerk and hired a lawyer that threw his weight around more than Pepper could handle. Pepper hired a lawyer that was slowly but surely putting a case together that would free Tony of Stone forever. Still, Tony’s assets were frozen, and while he still had his penthouse apartment, Ty was there too.

“Listen,” Jim said as Tony sat nursing a cup of tea that Bruce had said would help after an anxiety attack. He reached out to put his hand on top of Tony’s and ignored the way it trembled made him want to find and murder Tiberius. “Listen. I’m being deployed.”

“Oh,” Tony said, trying to put on a brave face and missing by a mile. “Oh, I see.”

“You don’t have to go,” Jim added hurriedly. “Listen, I said.”

Tony swallowed thickly. “Okay.”

“I usually give the guys across the street a couple hundred bucks to keep an eye on my house, water my plants, mow my lawn when I’m gone on trips.” Jim gave his hand a squeeze. “Just stay here while I’m gone. I’ll pay you to house-sit for me.”

Tony stared at their entwined hands before whispering, “You’ve already done so much for me, Rhodey. I couldn’t—I couldn’t do that, I owe you so much.”

Jim took a deep breath, let it back out through his nose slowly. “I’m not doing it for you,” he said finally. “I’m doing it for Peter. He needs someplace safe to stay. I live in a gated community. I’ll just take that couple hundred and give it to you for groceries and stuff.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair, torn. “Rhodey—”

Listen,” Jim repeated sternly. “You’re like a brother to me, Tones. You know I take care of my family. Hell, when Jeanette died—” He swallowed down the anger and hurt he still felt at her passing. “—You were there for me and my parents and Lila. Of course we’re gonna be here for you too. Let me take care of you for a while, you dummy.”

Tony sniffled and lifted his free hand to wipe his eyes. “Why did my life have to get so fucked up, Rhodey?”

Jim stood up so he could pull him into a hug. “I’m just sorry I didn’t stop you from marrying that asshole.” He winced as Tony sobbed into his shoulder, lifting a hand to stroke his hair. “Hey, man, it’s okay. You got Peter out of it, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” Tony admitted tearfully. “It still sucks. I didn’t do anything to deserve this.”

“Yeah,” Jim sighed, giving him a tight squeeze. “Yeah, I know.”

Steve opened the door and blinked in surprise. “Colonel Rhodes!”

“Jim,” Jim said tiredly. “Steve, please, for the love of God, we’ve lived next to each other for three years. We’re not even the same branches.”

“…I fear you,” Steve said after a moment.

Jim thought about that, then nodded to himself, instead choosing to loom over the blond (which worked even though Steve was six foot one and built like a tank. White people.). “Good.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he took a step back.

“I’m being deployed.”

“Oh,” Steve said. “You want us to keep an eye on your house.”

“No,” Jim said, and then tilted his head. “Well, yes. My friend’s house-sitting for me, but if you guys could keep an eye on him, make sure there’s not any shady characters around, that’d be great. He’s going through a divorce and his ex is fucking insane.”

Steve frowned, concerned, but he nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Jim pulled out his phone to show him the lock screen, which was an adorable picture of Tony and Peter beaming at the camera with yogurt on their faces. “If you see anyone but this guy holding this baby, I want you to call the police. And if some of their bones get broken while you wait for the cops that’s okay too.”

“A baby,” Steve whispered, appalled that this was something they needed to be warned about. “You’ve got it, Colonel.”

Jim nodded, pleased, then frowned. “Oh wait. Okay there are two terrifying redheads that get to hold Peter too. But you’ll know them because they will look at you and you will feel your manhood wither and die.”

“I have a friend like that so I understand,” Steve told him seriously.

“…That explains so much about you, Steve,” Jim said, reluctantly amused.

“I’ll be gone for a year,” Jim said.

Tony nodded, bouncing Peter lightly in his arms. “Okay.”

“I’ll Skype as often as I’m able.”


Jim paused in front of the car that would be taking him to the airport, giving his friend and godson one last, fond look. “I told the neighbors to be on the lookout for any creepers. If they see anyone suspicious, they’re gonna call my landline to warn you before they call the police.”

Tony’s breath hitched. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“When Stone dies, I’m going to piss on his grave,” Jim informed him, then leaned in to press kisses to Peter’s cheeks. “Mwah mwah mwah mwah!”

“Nooo Unca Rhodeeeeyyyyy!” Peter squealed, laughing. “No kissies, Unca Rhodey!”

“Aw, sugar pea,” Jim cooed. “But I’m leaving for a whole year! I gotta get my kisses in now!”

“Boo,” Peter said, scowling.

Tony snorted. “Aw, honey, he’s leaving for a really long time. Give him a kiss goodbye.”

Jim beamed as Peter grabbed his cheeks in his chubby little hands and leaned in to press a delicate kiss to his left eyebrow. “Thanks, honey lamb.”

“I missed,” Peter said, pressing another kiss to Jim’s forehead. Then he leaned back and waved, nearly slapping him in the face. “Buh-bye, Unca Rhodey!”

“You need to send me so many pictures,” Jim told Tony seriously.

Tony laughed. “Of course!”

“Lotsa pichers!” Peter agreed.

Jim smiled and tweaked one of his cheeks. “Thanks, honey.” He looked up at Tony, tilting his head across the street. “The guys across the street are army. They’re paranoid around the fourth but otherwise good guys. I’ve got them looking out for you.”

Tony squinted at him thoughtfully. “One of them is the guy that’s super terrified of you, right?”

“Of course he’s terrified of me,” Jim scoffed. “Which means he’ll keep an extra careful eye on you because I asked.”

Why is he terrified of you?”

“Probably because I’m a colonel. Anyway I’ve gotta head out. Bye, Peter Rabbit,” Jim cooed, pressing one last kiss to his head, then reached out to grip Tony’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself. Call Pepper if you run into trouble.”

Tony nodded. “Okay. Take care, Rhodey. Come back in one piece.”

“Always,” Jim said, before he ducked into the car.

Tony walked out into the street so Peter could continue to wave, shouting ‘buh-bye Unca Rhodey!’ over and over. He glanced over at the house across the street. A blond man turned from watching Jim’s cab and paused on him, lifting his hand in an awkward wave.

Tony waved back shyly before adjusting his grip on his son. “Come on, Peter Pepper. Time to get lunch.”

“Macaroni!” Peter cheered, throwing his arms up.

Tony pressed his nose to Peter’s hair, taking a shaky breath. Ty was the biggest asshole in the world, but at least he had Peter.


Words: 2k8

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: - a n g s t  |  ☁ - f l u f f

Description: He was your best friend, but life wanted you two to be more than that.

Warnings: curse words.

A/N: Well, it got more emotional than I thought. This part does not have any smut. Sorry guys!! But, be ready for the next part. I’m doing a Jungkook pov. Hope you enjoy it. xx

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The apartment was quiet when you entered. You found suspicious Jungkook not been home yet. 

Did he go to Jennie’s house instead? 

“Kookie?” You called your friend and waited for him to answer, but nothing. You walked up to his room and turned the knob. It was open, he really was not at home. 

You opened the door and looked around. He had a very different sense of organization. 

His bed was lightly organized, his little studio, in the corner of the room, was with wires, headphones, screens, controls, anything you might imagine needed to record music and play video games. 

You laughed. At least that hadn’t changed so much. Kookie has always been passionate about music. 

The first time you met him he asked what was the kind of music you liked.

 "Please do not say you’re eclectic…“ Jungkook said with a laugh. He had a very cute smile. It almost made you forget how scared he was when you saved him from the boys in the hall. 

“What’s the matter with being eclectic?” You asked trying to make sense of that question. 

"When you say you’re eclectic, it seems like you don’t have an opinion at all about that.” He reached into his pocket. “Not that you don’t have it, it’s just the way I see it." 

"Weirdo…” You laughed. 

“Why do you think those boys wanted to hit me?” He rolled his eyes and smiled. 

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo. Me for example: I’m eclectic.” You gave him a blink and you both started laughing. 

“One day I’ll take you to my studio. I’m sure you’ll start to have opinions if you go there.” He seemed excited about the idea. He was definitely something else. You looked shocked. 

"Are you already asking me to go to your house? What kind of girl do you think I am?” You put a hand on your visibly injured heart. 

“N-is not that… I-I… You do not…” He was blushing and you started to laugh. When he realized it was a joke he pouted.

“I cannot wait to meet your studio.” You blinked and made him blush again. “Awwwn, you’re so cute.” You squeezed his cheek. He looked so innocent. 

“Oh no! One more of you! "He pulled his face away from your hands. 

"One more?” You asked, wondering. 

“My hyungs are always squeezing my cheeks and saying how cute I am.” He smiled sheepishly. 

“Sure, look how embarrassed you are all the time, it’s really cute!” You squeezed his cheek once more.“ 

“I can see you’re all going to get on very well.” He rolled his eyes. 

“How many hyungs do you have?” You asked curiously. 

“Six” You were astonished. 

“Six? Do you have six Hyungs? Wow… Your mom is a warrior.” He began to laugh. 

"They’re not my brothers, they’re my friends.” He made an obvious face. 

“How would I know?” You asked indignantly. 

“Sorry!” He chuckled. “You know… We left home early looking for better things in our lives. We’re living together for 2 years now.” 

"I bet you dreamed to be a band.” He laughed. 

“It’s not a dream I’d put into the past.” He winked at you. 

“My God! If you become an idol, do not forget me.” You looked at him seriously.

 "Never.” He smiled. You knew that would be one of many conversations you would have. Something about him made you believe that a friendship was beginning. 

A tear ran down your face. You cleaned it before it got into your mouth. You hadn’t realized how much that memory had moved you. 

That made you remember the time when you were nothing at all, only two children discovering their dreams and future together. You grew up together, you planned futures together… and because of that, you knew him better than he did… Well, at least you used to. 

Now you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It was frustrating. Maybe you should have tried harder and not let the distance create this void between you.

You pulled the chair from the studio table and sat down. You turned on the computer and the password box appeared. 

You wondered if he had changed the password after all this time. 

“Kookie, I cannot believe your password is: justinbieber123” You sat at his studio table and stared at him. 

“What’s wrong? I like Justin Bieber.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring your reproachful gaze, turning back to the screen. 

“Get out of that chair.” You took him by the arm and lifted him up. 

“What are you doing, wacko?” You have opened the computer settings. 

“I’ll give you a decent password.” You were proud of your conclusion. 

“Please don’t put rabbit-eats carrot.” You looked at him offended. “What? You put it on my cell phone " 

"What did you expect? You’re a rabbit and eat carrots, I just wrote the truth. "He laughed. 

"Sometimes I wonder why we are friends…” He rolled his eyes. 

“Because you love me.” He looked at you and you could see his eyes glittering and an incredibly beautiful smile appeared on his face. 

“Not as much as you love me.” He gave you a wink. 

“Kookie, you’re not listening to Jimin’s advice, are you?” He started to laugh. “I knew it… What did I say about listening to Jiminie’s advice?" 

"Do you want me to listen to your advice?” He asked indignantly. 

“I’m sure it’s better than his.” You shrugged. 

“Sorry, noona, but I don’t wanna be a virgin forever.” You were shocked by that.

 "JUNGKOOK!!! I’m so gonna kill Jimin.“ He started to laugh. "And I thought you hadn’t kissed anyone yet. You have destroyed the image I had of you” He rolled his eyes. 

"Enough about that, are you finished?” He bent down behind you to stared at the screen. 

“Yep, now you have a decent password.” He smiled. 

“Okay, you won that password is so much better.” he kissed your cheek and stood up. 

“Told ya! Now you can go back to your addiction. ”

You pulled the keyboard closer to you. And began typing. 


You hit enter and the screen unlocked. He did not change the password. You smiled. 

As soon as the desktop appeared you saw the background image. It was the 7 boys on a beach snapping pictures beside a pickup truck. 

Everyone was so different. You have not seen them for years. They grew up and became such beautiful men. 

You started reading the names of the lost folders in the desktop and noticed one: Songs. 

You knew you should not be invading your friend’s privacy, but the curiosity was outnumbering you. When you opened the folder, several songs were scattered. 

  • Butterfly (All) 
  • Butterfly (JK)
  • I Need You (All) 
  • I Need You (JK) 
  • Run (All) 
  • Run (JK) 
  • Just One Day (All) 
  • Just One Day (JK) 
  • Boy in Love (All) 
  • Boy In Love (JK) 

Of those songs, the only one you had heard was Boy in Love. He always did this, he records the song with everyone, then he does his own version. You loved his voice. It’s been a long time since the last you listened to him singing.

You put the headphones on and clicked on ‘Run (JK)‘ 

It looked like it was in a Jam version. The music had a beautiful melody and was perfect in his voice.

How you loved to listen to him. 

The song was about a love that was far away and he was trying to keep it close. He ran with all his heart. 

A lump formed in your throat. Could he be in love with someone else?! 

You took off the headphones when the tears threatened to fall. 

Why were you feeling this way? Why did you have to start having feelings for your best friend? Why? 

You were no longer able to understand what your body was trying to tell you, and now your heart was screaming to whoever wanted to listen to whom he wanted to belong to. 

“Damn you, Jungkook” You were going to put on another song when your cell phone vibrated. 

(Y/N), I’ll be there in an hour. 
I’m taking Jennie to dinner. 


You stared at the message on your cell phone. 

He never took any girl to dinner before. Not even when you didn’t live together. If this was happening… does that mean Jennie is not just another one on his list? Was he really starting to like her? 

You were no longer controlling the feelings that were rising within you. 

You’re too late now. You lost him. 

Your phone vibrated again. 

Wanna do something tonight?
I arrived in Korea.
I miss you. 

Lee Jong-Suk 

A chill settled in your belly.

Lee Jong-Suk was your ex-boyfriend. He was the first person you met when you moved to the capital. 

You had just entered college and he was about three years ahead of you. 

“Are you lost?” A voice made you jump in surprise and you stared at the person. Just as you saw him, your face began to heat. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. He smiled and your heart missed a beat. “Where do you want to go?" 

"I-I…” You stammered and made him smile more. You cleared your throat. “The chemistry building." 

"I’m going there, I can accompany you if you want.” You could not believe it. 

“Y-yes… Of course. I’m (Y/N)” You reached out to shake his hand. 

“Lee Jong-Suk. I have a feeling we’ll see more of each other.” He squeezed your hand. 

You felt a tightening in your heart. 

Even though you didn’t realize it, you also missed him, but what you thought you felt for him is nothing compared to what is happening to you now. 

It just reminded you of Jennie again, Jungkook was in love and there was nothing you could do to change that. He is your best friend and that would never change. 

You looked at the conversation with Jong-Suk and started typing: 

I’m free today, what are you thinking? 


You were about to send the message when your cell phone started ringing. 

The name Chorong appeared. 

"Sorry, (Y/N)! I was at rehearsal. Did something happen? Your message sounded serious.” You almost forgot that you had sent a message to her asking to call you. Chorong is also your best friend. 

"I wanna fuck my best friend” You let out with no delays. You didn’t have to prolong anything with her.

“(Y/N), I love you too, but I do not think we’ve gotten there yet,” she said, laughing. 

“You idiot! You know who I’m talking about.” You laughed with her. 

"Obviously I know! You’re talking about your hot friend who lives with you.” She sighed. Ever since you introduced Jungkook to Cho, she did not stop to comment on how hot he was. It always made you sick. 

"Yes, him” you rolled your eyes. 

“Finally! I thought I was going to lose my bet.” She seemed happy with her achievement. 

"You made a bet?” You cannot believe that. 

“Of course, you know I never miss a chance to make easy money.” She laughed and you could only agree to that. She really did love a bet. 

“Please don’t tell me you told my life to someone at your work." 

"To my boss to be more exact!" 

"You told my life to your boss, Chorong?” It could only be a joke. 

“She was bored and I wanted to make her happier.” You laughed. It was more than expected from her. Transform your life into a drama. 

“I hate you." 

"Okay, okay! It was just that? Because if it is, I support it. According to your nightly reports, he’s great at what he does." 

"Chorong!!” Yes, she knew about the nights you stayed in your room and you had to listen to your best friend and some random woman. 

“What? You said it, not me. Your words, baby.” She laughed. You were quiet for a while, just listening to your friend’s breath. 

“What do I do?” You sighed. “I don’t wanna destroy my friendship with him just because I’m feeling something I don’t even know what it is." 

"I can’t believe you’re thinking about that. Do you really think something like that will destroy your friendship? A 7-year friendship?” You could imagine your friend rolling her eyes. 

"He took Jennie to dinner and he’s bringing her home…” Her friend was mute on the phone. Which made you more nervous. 

“This is not just about friendship, are you afraid of losing him to someone else?” You muttered a yes. That was what you were afraid of.

“What’s wrong with me? This should not be happening to me. He’s my best friend, Cho… I’ve never felt anything like this, I cannot even explain what it is. I’ve never been so afraid of losing anyone.” Your eyes were burning, you knew you were about to cry. 

"You know you should be saying this to him and not me.” You felt a chill in the belly just imagining you telling him so. “He’s your best friend for years… You will not lose him, (Y/N)." 

"As soon as I tell him, our friendship will change and you know.” She sighed from the other side. “He’s probably going to distance himself, he won’t want to get any closer to me and he’ll treat me coldly." 

"Do you really believe that after everything you’ve already told me about him, he’d be able to get away from you?” Chorong sonded indignant. 

“I don’t know anything else. I don’t know him the way I used to, Cho. He has changed… He has changed too much. Now I cannot imagine what could happen " 

"Are you going out?” She asked. 

“No, why?” You hadn’t understood the question. 

“But he’s not taking Jennie? I thought you did not like to listen… Wait, you do not want to listen, do you?” You were quiet "Oh my God!! And I thought you were suffering… You’re a pervert. " 

"I’m not a pervert, I would just stay today, because… 

"Because you want to listen and touch yourself. I know you." 

"What am I doing with my life? One hour I don’t want to see him with Jennie and in the other I want to listen to him in bed with her? It does not make any sense at all.” You rose from the chair. You’d almost forgotten you were in Jungkook’s room. He could not come and see you in there. 

"Do you think I know?” You left the room and headed toward the living room, throwing yourself on the couch. 

“This morning I dreamed of him…" 

"Wet dream?”

“Super wet!” you laughed. “To top it off, he realized I was having a dream like that and went into my room. He listened to me moaning his name.” You bit your lip, remembering what happened. 

"Did he hear you moaning his name?” Your friend began to giggle.

“That’s tragic, stop laughing! Now he knows what I dreamed about him. He will never let it go, he said himself. " 

"For me that is called provocation. You do not play about sex unless you want to have sex with the person. " 

"Do not do that to me, Cho.” You smiled just thinking about the possibility. 

“Why don’t you test that?” You didn’t understand where your friend wanted to get. 

“How so?" 

"If he wants something with you, he certainly will not want to see you with another man.” 

"Do you want me to try to make him jealous?” At that moment, that idea did not seem so absurd. 

“It’s the best way to prove something" 

"Jong-suk is back in Korea.” You bit your lip. If you called him to the apartment, besides to try to make jealousy in Jungkook you will see someone you missed. That could work. 

“Even better! I remember they did not like each other.” In fact, Jungkook hated the elder. Jung-Suk only found Kookie childish and sweet. And well… Jungkook was very childish. 

"I’m going to send him a message.” Your friend cheered. 

“Do it now!” There was a pause. “Can we bet?" 

"Shut up!” You laughed. 

“Just because you know you’re going to lose.” She laughed. “I’ll be going, call me to let me know what happened. Bye” Before you could respond, your friend had already hung up. 

Once again, you were staring at your cell phone screen. Jong-Suk’s message was staring back at you. 

I’m home, do you want to come over? 


Before you could lock the phone, he answered. 

I’m bringing Pizza 


You smiled. He was always at your disposal. It was one of the things you liked most about your relationship.

All was left for me to do was take a shower and wait for my ex-boyfriend and my best friend to arrive. 

Maybe it’s your turn to make him listen, right?

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Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?

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(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)

Jughead knew the routine by now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it. He was tired and even more so mentally tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down, even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.

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anon asked: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a BTS Reaction to how cute they think their s/o looks pregnant (waddling, looking like you strapped a disco ball to the front of you, your shirts ride up when you reach for something, etc…) lol sorry I didn’t know if I should give examples or not :S .. Anyways  Thank you so much!! ♡ :)   ~this is my first time requesting I’m sorry! ♡

Seokjin: “I always joke around babe, but I’m dead serious when I say I want to paint your stomach to look like a basketball right now.”

He’s constantly touching your stomach, amazed at the size that it’s getting. He also gets really mushy and teary eyed quite often, telling you spontaneously how absolutely stunned he is that this is his life and how lucky he feels to have you and now the baby.

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Namjoon: He’s constantly looking to other people around the two of you as you walk around, giggling and pointing out to them how cute you are.


You’d have to occasionally swat the back of his head to get him to stop grinning and giggling at you like a moron.

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Can’t Help Falling in Love

Character: Jungkook - BTS
Genre: Angst
AU: Fuckboy!Jungkook
Authors Note: You all have Challenge Anon to thank for this. <3 Also, please don’t ask for a part two as I won’t be writing one.

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The Joker x Reader - “The Wedding Ring”

Your husband’s untimely death left you broken to pieces and incapable of opening your heart to anybody else. That’s why your father can’t understand how The Joker got under your skin since he believes The King of Gotham is the last person worthy of your affection. And you finally ask yourself the same thing because J really crossed the line: he got rid of your wedding ring, the only token of your lost love you swore you won’t part with.

Today 10:35am

“Stop yelling at me!” you frown and The Joker gets in your face, enraged.

“Why are you still wearing the wedding ring, hm? Your husband is dead!” J keeps on going, pissed one of his deals went up in flames and he is taking it out on you. You’ve been fighting for the last twenty minutes: both fired up, shouting mean things back and forth.

You take a deep breath, biting on your cheek.

“Shut up…” you mumble, upset his insensitivity is hurting so much.

“He’s been fucking dead for years!” J continues, ignoring your request and shoves you against the rail of the balcony. “Take it off !!!” he commands, forcefully grabbing your hand and trying to get to your ring.

You push him away, attempting to run but he grabs your waist, slamming you on the couch and gets on top of you while you struggle to flee.

“What are you doing? Let go !” you wiggle under his weight and whimper when one of his knees firmly get in between your legs, making it impossible to get up. “Stop it !” you pull on his jacket, screaming when he pins your hands above your head, slowly sliding your wedding ring off your finger.

“Piece of shit trinket !” The Joker huffs, so mad he can’t even think at this point; the fact that you are fighting back doesn’t help. “You can’t keep this! I’m sick of seeing it all the time!” he shouts in your ear and you try to bite him. “Feisty, aren’t we?” he growls and pushes himself more into you, leaving you breathless for a few seconds. J takes advantage of your lowered resistance and snatches the treasure, getting up in a hurry.

“Please don’t take my ring !” you beg, starting to cry when he glares at you with madness in his eyes. “Please give it back,” the sorrowful plea just brings a huge grin on his face. You get off the couch too, walking towards him with shaky legs, terrified of what he might do.

“You want it back?” he pants, grinding his teeth.

You nod a yes, watching in horror when J suddenly turns towards the city, throwing the wedding ring off the balcony as far as he can.

“You can’t have it back!”

You gasp, unable to move.

“My…my ring…” you mutter, shocked. “Why did you do that for?…” you gulp and more tears roll down your cheeks even if you can’t cry at this point.

The Joker doesn’t answer; he enjoys his little triumph but the demented smile freezes on his lips when he sees the look in your eyes.

“Why did you do that for?…” you repeat, sniffling, completely at a lack of words. You stare at each other for a few seconds before you turn around and leave.

He doesn’t stop you.


1 month ago

“Just look at his mug!” your father points at the laptop screen, bothered by your persistence in dating The Clown Prince of Crime.  “He looks completely gone with the wind!” your dad concludes, logged into the FBI Most Wanted website. That’s how he likes to refer to J’s amazing personality: either “gone with the wind” or “not all at home”.

You sigh, underlining the obvious:

“Dad, your picture is right next to his…”

“So?! That doesn’t count!! I’m your father!” Jase fumes, irritated.

Known as The Godfather, the mobster is the leader of New York and Chicago gangs. He visits Gotham very often with business and will stay at the penthouse for a few days (at your insistence, of course).  You’ve been with The Joker for about a year and Jase’s opinion is unchanged: he doesn’t like your boyfriend and the feeling is reciprocal. But they have black market deals to honor so here you are: déjà vu situation and nothing to do but try to avoid conflict.

“Hello Padre,” J walks in the living room, home at last after being away all day. You father hates the nickname given by the blue eyed pest so he mutters through his clenched jaw:

“Clown,” comes out instead of a formal acknowledgement.

“I’m glad you made it safe and sound Padre,” he smirks and rushes to kiss you, just to piss off your parent, aware there is nothing he can do about it. J purrs, holding your waist with one hand and groping your butt with the other while you pinch his arm, breaking the kiss.

“Seriously baby…” you whisper and Jase rolls his eyes, scoffing.

He can’t stand The Joker and that feeling of wanting to blow his brains out is becoming unbearable.

Your dad noticed something was going on at a meeting where The Joker said something random and you were the only one that laughed like crazy.

“So flippin’ funny,” you kept on cracking up in the background and J was surprised someone got the reference to that obscure movie he was sure nobody saw. He didn’t tell it as a joke but you got the pun regardless. A lot of people talking in the same time and yet he still heard you talking to yourself, giggling from time to time:

“Hehehe, that was hilarious !” When you finally looked up from your cellphone and decided to pay attention to the negotiations, you noticed he was gazing your way. You bit on your lower lip when J discretely winked and it meant he wanted you to wait after the gathering was done. You’ve been secretly seeing him for a couple of months, you father didn’t know at that point.

The meeting ended and your dad was waiting in the limo, not understanding why you stayed behind. Jase went back inside the hideout and almost had a stroke at the young age of 63 when he discovered the two of you making out behind some ammo boxes. He wished to drag you out of there, but you were a grown woman, not a little girl anymore and he had no say in your choice. Even if your choice was the dammed green haired Clown he could never tolerate.

His heart ached at the thought that The Joker got under your skin, completely clueless on how to handle a relationship, especially after he was the first one you showed real interest in since your husband’s death. The King of New York and Chicago was respected and feared, yet nothing scared him more than his only child being hurt again after she’s been through hell.

You married Nate when you were both 22; your father liked him so much he was planning to make the young man a full partner and leader over the south-west branch in Chicago. After celebrating one year of marriage, a routine health checkup revealed he had a quite advanced stage of leukemia. Nothing was spared in order to make him better, but despite all the efforts, the disease progressed alarmingly fast and he died within a few months.

At 24 you were already a widow, broken and lost without the soulmate you didn’t spend more than a day apart from before. You grew up together and always knew he was the one; and now Nate was gone forever. Jase watched you wither and fade under the tremendous grief of your loss, incapable of helping a daughter that seemed to die a little bit more inside with each passing week.

And nevertheless, here you are, offering whatever is left of your affection to a person that doesn’t deserve it. Why do you even like The Joker? He’s so different than Nate, can’t even compare the two of them. Your father can’t understand and it irks him to see your feelings wasted in such a hasty manner.  

“Say Padre,” J lets you go and your parent’s murderous intent intensifies, “my Queen won’t be home tonight and I can’t sleep without her. If you have insomnia, I’ll keep you company,” that eerie grin makes Jase snort.

“I think I’m good, Clown. I’m tired enough to sleep through the night,” the proposal is elegantly rejected. Your father truly has class.

Can’t sleep without her; what a bunch of crap! your dad thinks, wanting to punch J’s lights out.

Unfortunately, insomnia sneaks up on him and there he is, still awake at 1 in the morning. Maybe some cold water will help. As soon as Jase takes the corner towards the kitchen, he sees The Joker on the couch in the living room, rubbing his eyes and watching TV.

3:11am and still awake, tossing and turning. Another trip to the kitchen. The Joker is still surfing the channels.

Interesting, The Godfather puckers his lips, intrigued.

4:27am  Ughh, insomnia sucks ! Another trip to get tea and J is there, waiting for you, not being able to doze off.

5:32am   This time, Jase waits on purpose and checks on your boyfriend. He’s awake.

6:42am   Your father peaks his head from behind the wall and realizes you’re on the couch with The Joker, sleeping in his arms. It seems he’s squeezing the life out of you and you wince, uncomfortable, trying to move a bit.

“No…no…” he mumbles and nozzles in your hair, clenching to you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

Would you look at that, the mobster scoffs, this pretentious jerk might have something going for himself.

The next day J leaves first, wanting to organize some things at the main hideout and you and your father will soon follow for an important meeting involving money laundering.

“You want coffee daddy?” you smile, opening the cupboard on top of the sink. ”I have your favorite: raspberry flavored.”

Jase is 63, but his heart still trembles when you call him daddy; reminds him of the good old days.

“Sure, kiddo. Hey, are you ok?” he asks while you cough, then start wheezing.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine; just my asthma,” you get an inhaler out of a drawer next to the stove and inhale two puffs, calming down.

“I’m glad you keep those in handy,” the relived parent sighs.

“Oh, you have no idea, dad ! J has them stashed all over the place. I mean, I told him it’s not a big deal and it only hits at certain moments, but he freaked out. He makes all of our men carry mini-inhalers in their pockets, this way I don’t have to; it’s kind of embarrassing actually. And he ordered everyone to have at least two inhalers in each car!”

Bullshit, Jase reckons in his mind, passing his fingers through his perfectly styled grey hair.

“Where are you going, daddy?“ you inquire, confused. “Coffee is almost done,” 

“I forgot something in my car, Y/N. I’ll be back in a sec.”

Your father takes the elevator to the underground parking that shelters about 50 cars for the moment. He begins to open random ones and yeap: not a single glove compartment is missing inhalers.

I’ll be damned, he squints his eyes, heading towards a large group of henchmen waiting to depart when you’re ready.

“Sir!” they all strengthen their backs, saluting the honored leader.

“My daughter needs an inhaler,” he tests the waters and sure enough everyone is digging in their pockets, taking out the required item.

“Here you go, sir!”

“Want us to take one to her?” several want to know, ready to fulfill the request.

“Nope, I’ll take it,” he grabs a random inhaler from somebody and places it in his jacket.

Hm, the insolent asshole may have something going for himself, Jase concludes, annoyed.

Later in the evening, your dad enters the laundry room at the penthouse, searching for one of his guns: he’s backtracking on his steps, can’t remember where he left it.

You let out a scream and Jase gets out in a hurry, closing the door behind:

“I didn’t see anything!”

The Joker has you naked on the washing machine and he’s only wearing a purple, unbuttoned shirt.

“Oh my God, I thought you locked the door!” you scold him, traumatized your father walked on the two of you in such a compromising situation.

J laughs, keeping your legs around his waist.

“Oops, I guess I didn’t. I was too horny to care,” and he kisses you again like nothing happened.

“Get off me!” you push him away and hop off the washing machine, upset. “So fucking embarrassing…” you mumble and yank his shirt, covering yourself with it.

“Hey, where are you going?!” he flares his arms around when you storm out, slamming the door. “Great !” The Joker grumbles, looking around for something to wear but there’s nothing: everything is in the washing machine, except his shirt…which you took. “This will do,” he concludes, unfolding some paper towels and wrapping a layer around his mid-section.

“Hey Pumpkin!” J shouts when he finally emerges from the laundry room. You already have a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on, jiggling the car keys in one hand. “What’s going on?”

“You !!!!!!” he gets shout at. “Learn how to lock a door when we have guests!!!”


“And you !!!!!!” the anger turns towards your dad that nonchalantly pretends to read the newspaper. “Learn how to knock!!”

“It’s the laundry room, kiddo,” he has the nerve to reply.

“I don’t care, dad !!!!!!!” you raise your voice more, stomping towards the stairs since you don’t have the patience to wait for the elevator.

“Such a temper!” your boyfriend growls, pissed, standing in the middle of the living room with a flimsy paper attire.

“Her mom was like that…” Jase comments under his breath.

“You don’t say Padre ! Care to expand on the subject?” The Joker wants to find out the gossip because your dad never makes personal remarks.

“No,” the super short answer doesn’t discourage The King of Gotham.

“I have a bottle of 30 years old whiskey in my office. I’ll share if you share,” the bribing kicks in, J being aware how much your dad likes fine quality scotch.

Jase takes a deep breath, contemplating the offer for once.

“Put some clothes on Clown and I’ll think about it.”

– Your father returns to the penthouse around 10pm. After kind of - sort of chitchatting with The Joker for a while, he had to leave for some of his own business that required immediate attention.

The mobster heads towards his bedroom, but the music coming from the living room makes him turn around so he can take a look. He quietly watches in the shadows while you slowly dance with The Joker. You seem grouchy (probably still mad from the earlier incident) and he’s whispering something in your ear that makes you smile wider and wider.

“Really?” you chuckle and J wickedly smirks.

“I swear on my honor!”

“That’s not good then,” you burry your face in his neck, laughing and he spanks you, aggravated.

“Cut it out, woman!”

Jase feels bad about spying and goes to take a shower. He decides that if you are still there when he comes out, he will ask what he wanted to ask since his arrival: your dad wants you back to New York for a while.

His daughter is still there after he’s done, but he can’t interrupt. You are sitting on your favorite recliner and The Joker is on the floor, comfortable on pillows, trapped between your legs. You two are watching a movie and you play with his hair, caressing it, combing it and even braid a few strands that you undo when you’re done. J purrs, enjoying being spoiled and you massage his shoulders too. From time to time he takes your hands and kisses them, resting his head on your knees.

Would you look at that, Jase thinks, the arrogant prick might have something going for himself.


Today 11:30pm

Your father was wrong: The Joker doesn’t have anything going for himself ; he never did and never will. The Prince of Crime brings only misery and suffering to those around him. No redeeming qualities, no remorse to show for his despicable actions.

J enters the house you own about 40 miles away from Gotham, wanting to continue the fight from earlier this morning. He has the key and once inside he’s being loud on purpose; surprisingly, you didn’t show up to confront him yet.

“Y/N, where are you?!”

He stumbles on something in the darkness and the glass rolls over, clattering when it hits the marble coffee table. J turns on the lamp besides him and he sees you on the floor in your bath robe, fast asleep with two empty wine bottles by you, the third one unopened. There are pictures with you and Nate scattered all around your body and your boyfriend is not pleased to notice that you ripped a few photos that you two have together. He shivers, getting goose bumps: it’s very cold inside because you got drunk and cried yourself to sleep before closing the sliding door leading to the patio.

The Joker kneels by you, touching your fingers: you’re frozen and don’t even know it. He doesn’t really want to, but he lifts you up, planning to take you to one of the bedrooms upstairs when the black TV screen with only one red word in the middle: “Replay?” gets his attention.

What were you watching?

The remote is on the couch and he takes a sit, still holding you in his arms and presses play”.

“Me and my lovely wife took refuge under this table,” Nate shows up on the big screen with a very young bride by his side.

“So many people, we need a break,” you sneaker and adjust your white veil. Nate is holding the camera, pecking your temple as soon as you’re done.

The Joker glares at the TV with his mouth opened: he had no idea you had this in your possession.

“This is for our future children,” the groom winks and you elbow him. “They need to see how beautiful their mom is on her wedding day. I mean, look at her: have you ever seen a more gorgeous creature?”

You blush and turn his face towards you, softly kissing him:

“You always say the sweetest stuff…”

“And I mean it,” he kisses you one more time. “I loved your mother since I was 7: I pulled on her ponytail and she hit me in the face with her lunch box. Perfect display of affection, right honey?”
“ Yes,” you laugh, being so happy you can’t stay still.

“This is the perfect opportunity for me to have your mom promise something to me. If I have it on camera, she can’t take it back.”

You look at him, wondering what he’s playing at. The groom becomes serious:

“Y/N, I want you to promise me you’ll never take your ring off.”
“I don’t plan to,” you interrupt but Nate continues.

“I want you to promise me anyway. You know why?”
You nod a no, nervously tracing his tie.

“Because I’m lucky I got an angel to marry me and the world needs to see she’s mine.”

You gasp, your eyes getting teary.

“You say such sweet things…” it’s all you can mumble, emotional at his confession.

“I mean every single one, but you still have to promise.”

“I promise,” you sniffle and he kisses you again.

“Awesome,” your husband smiles. “Now we can live until we’re 85 like we planned and then we can take our relationship to the next level.”

“You’re so funny,” you laugh again, wiping your eyes.

“Where are those kids?” you father’s voice is heard in the background and you shush each other.

“Hahaha, he’s looking for us,” you cover your mouth, accomplice with the handsome groom.

“I guess we have to go,” Nate smacks his lips. “Another kiss for the camera,” he leans over and you are more than excited to fulfill his wish.

The screen goes black, the word  ”Replay?” standing out once more.

It takes a few good moments for J to recollect but he finally gets up and the sudden movement wakes you up a little bit.

“Nate,” you groan in pain, “did you come for me?”

“U-hum,” J answers for some reason.

“I waited for years…why are you so late?” the slurry speech makes it hard for The Joker to understand the question but he can still make out what you’re saying.

“I’ve been busy…” he lifts you higher in his arms, careful not to trip on the stairs.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whimper and cling to his coat, comforted by his warmth.

J is silent and steps inside the first bedroom to his left, carefully laying you in bed.

“Don’t leave…” you implore when he tries to go.

The Joker feels so strange; not sure what to do but he lays by you and your arms go around his neck, tightly holding him.

“My ring is gone…” you breathe on his neck, heartbroken. “I hate him…”

“Don’t hate him…everybody else does…” J exhales, starting to move his fingers up and down your thighs.

“I hope he burns in hell,” you search for his lips in the darkness and kiss him, believing it’s Nate. You taste like wine and he savors the flavor.

“He already is and has been for a long time…” the response makes you snuggle to his chest.

“That’s good…”

“U-hum,” J pecks your forehead and you relax, falling asleep.


“What are you doing here?!” J hears and scoots over towards you while you back out, having such a migraine from the hangover. You barely opened your eyes and him being there makes you mad.

“Don’t do that to our pictures; it’s rude,” he furrows his inexistent eyebrows and places the photos on your pillow. He spent the morning scotch taping the images you torn apart last night.

“You took my ring,” your voice breaks and he takes your hand while you punch his shoulder, wanting to elude his grasp. “Go away! I hate you!”

“Stop it!!” The Joker threatens and slides the wedding ring on your finger.

You stare at it, stunned.

“M-my ring… You found it?!”

“I didn’t. I had it the whole time. I tossed one of my rings off the balcony, not yours,” he admits, not liking the vulnerability of his actions.  “You’re my woman, nobody else’s,” the unexpected disclosure makes you get on your elbow, straining to focus since the terrible headache makes everything spin. “How can I compete with a dead guy, hm?”

It’s so weird and unsettling to hear that coming from him, almost nerve wrecking.

A broken King with a broken Queen.

And nothing to hold the pieces together.

You slide towards him, hesitant.

“After…after my husband died, it took three years for me to go on a date. Things progressively improved a bit, but not too much. Before Nate passed, he was the only man in my life,” and you stop, uncomfortable sharing such intimate details. But you want The Joker to know:

“Every time I kissed someone, it felt like cheating. I only had 4 boyfriends in the last 10 years and every time I slept with them, I felt so guilty afterwards. I can’t explain that dreadful feeling, but it was horrible,” you study his reaction but there’s none. The blue eyes got darker though. “The point is, baby…” and his heart beats faster when you call him that,”… it doesn’t feel like cheating when I’m with you. I don’t feel guilty after we have sex. Do you know how good it is to be able to enjoy my boyfriend without that burden?… I only…”

You don’t get to finish because J cuts you off:

“Sooo, basically what you’re trying to say is that I’m a stud and a very satisfying lover.”


“Jesus, Princess, you don’t have to go through so many loops and chew my ears out with fancy talk just to say you want to have more sex; it’s obvious,” the smug grin returns on his face. “I get it: you were deprived of fun stuff for a long time and then I showed up, willing to take on the challenge. But you know, for having a handful of boyfriends, you sure seem experienced enough. Which arises the question: are you lying to me?” and he rambles on and on until you smile, aware of his strategy.

He has more wisdom and self-praise coming your way and doesn’t give up until you laugh with all your heart listening to such aberrations. At one point you find yourself in his arms, smitten with all that nonsense that keeps on coming out of his mouth.

Just a broken Queen and her broken King.

And maybe something to hold a few pieces together.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: I really don’t know why I picked Clint, but I swear I don’t have him. He’s just very…fitting for the following scenarios. Enjoy that Serious Bucky™ gif.

Warnings: It’s fluffy until it’s suddenly not. Clint gets the short end of the stick.

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Clint’s Bad Day

Trouble brewing in Avengers Tower? Our undercover team caught never before seen exclusive shots from the photoshoot the team had just a week back. What the cameras didn’t show was the drama that was happening between superstar couple Bucky Barnes and Y/N L/N behind the scenes! Our photographers first caught Bucky making eyes at another girl on set. Experts and theorists both agree that this could mean signs of an affair.

 Either way, this did not sit well with his girlfriend. Y/N was quick to see that her boyfriend was not paying her the fullest of attention. Jealous much? Not soon after, the two quickly started arguing. As seen in the photos, arguing began not long after the end of Bucky’s shoot. He seems to be going on the defense but quickly takes the offense after Y/N pushed a few wrong buttons. It looks like these two are just a few stops away from Splitsville…

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genre: fluff? would it be considered fluff?

synopsis: He’s busy on his world tour and comes back to you flooding his notifications with messages to get him to reply. (ok so pretend they each have a phone and can use it)


  • Would be worried that the reason you’re spamming him is because something bad happened
  • Would feel guilty for not being there to comfort you
  • Would instantly call you and bombard you with questions
  • But once he finds out you just miss him, he’d laugh at your silliness
  • “Awww, my sweetheart felt neglected? I’m sorry, let’s go to Lotte World when I come back.”


  • Would be a teeny tiny bit upset bc he knows you know he’s busy, but he’d forgive you as quick as lighting
  • When he finds out you just want to talk to him bc you can’t stand being away from him for so long, he melTS
  • “I’m sorry baby, this is my job. But I promise when I get back we’ll cuddle and watch movies together, okay?
  • I love you :3”


  • He’d be upset bc his phone is filled with messages and he doesn’t like it bc it looks messy
  • tbH he’d prob ask how the house is doing first rather than your own well-being
  • “Did you keep the house clean like I told you to?
  • No, you didn’t, huh?” ok but, you don’t like cleaning?? Like as long as it isn’t a dump then it’s fine
  • He’d tell you to clean since it’ll make you think of him bc knowing you, you’d complain about him making you clean AS you clean ‘Fun, he says. Trust him, he says. My butt.’


  • He’d legit spam you back. With memes. Then you’d spam him back with memes too. Then a meme war breaks out.
  • You’d tell him you miss him, he’d say he misses him too???
  • You send a kermit meme, the one jumping out of a window… He’d send one back, dabbing.
  • “No but seriously, I miss you Ongstar, when are you coming back? ;-;”
  • “AAAWWW I MISS YOU TOO, and soon babe, i’m coming back soon. I give you permission to sleep on my bed if you want.”


  • He’d call you. No doubt about it. Would call, maybe even facetime, and then try (keyword: try) to stay serious and ask you what’s happening
  • He’s be relieved to find out everything is okay, and you just missed him. He just wants his baby safe yk?
  • “Hey, my baby is safe right?” “Yes, Jaehwan, i’m safe.” “No, like I meant my guitar.”
  • “…is your guitar more precious than me?”
  • Threatening to leave, he’d apologize profusely and beg you not to, showering you with sweet words, “Wow, you actually love me.”
  • “Of course, you’re my religion.”


  • He’d facetime you so he knows you’re fine, but at the same time, he knows you miss him. He knows.
  • “My angel missed me didn’t she? Awww I missed you too,” you didn’t even get to tell him that yourself. Maybe your messages told him something…
  • He would pout at you and be his dorky, clumsy self just to make you smile
  • When you both decided to end the call, he spams you with pics of himself
  • With a single text, “So you won’t miss me so much((:”


  • Aegyo. That is all I can say
  • He’d instantly know that you miss him and he’d send you gifs of him doing aegyo
  • But at the same time he’d TRY to do the opposite and show you his manliness(???) by sending you pics of his sexy side
  • “Don’t worry Y/N! The tour is almost over and once I get back, let’s cuddle and spend as much time together as possible,
  • I wuuvvv youuu.”


  • He is very dense. He wouldn’t understand signs until you tell him.
  • He would think you’re just bored and want to chat, so he’d spam you back.
  • Once you reveal the reason behind all your spam, he’d comfort you and promise to try to come back earlier.
  • “Okay, let’s go on as many dates as we can when I come back, I missed you too.” Behind the screen, you’re grinning. So wide that you almost look creepy.
  • WOOSH~(;;;) another message, “I bet you’re smiling so hard at your phone right now.”


  • He’d be so lost and wouldn’t know what to do since he isn’t physically there next to you
  • After a few minutes, would end up facetiming you. Stares into your eyes through the screen and sincerely tells you,
  • “I love you and I miss you too. You don’t have to spam me in order to get me to notice you, I will forever notice you. Even if you just send me a period, noticed! And I will always respond back.”
  • hAH dies a little inside cue melting heart, you literally teared up a little with how much love he projected through his eyes
  • Honestly he rendered you speechless, all you could do was transform into a blubbering mess through the screen
  • “I- i lurve you tew Jinyoung-ie~”


  • He’d call you and sing to you, he catches on pretty fast too
  • Sings the first few lines of Lucky by EXO, then you’d join and the call would turn into a concert, but no audience
  • You hear the love and care in his voice and it lulls you to sleep
  • You always love listening to Daehwi’s voice, he’s such a precious and talented baby
  • Before you fall asleep completely, the last thing you heard was him singing, “So lucky, to have you. So lucky, to be your love.” And he ends with, “Goodnight Y/N~, i’ll see you soon, I love you.”


  • He’d keep up the image of a rich chaebol about to buy the whole world.
  • Cough he wouldn’t know how to respond to your spam
  • Would send you memes of himself, confused af
  • Messages you back, “What is with all these messages, why are you messaging yourself in out chatlog(?)?” guanlin…what??
  • Once you tell him you miss him though, it’ll be like he got struck by lightning, ohhh. Then he’d send you a picture of chicken himself with a gummy smile “I miss you too Y/N, just stare at this picture when you miss me. The real one will come home soon wINK WONK” 

unedited! (like always,,)

ok so connecting to wanna one is harder than i thought??? how did i do the past reactions omg;;;

this sucks guys im sorry, i didnt become friends with wanna one yet so idk their real selves;-;

but i hoped y’all enjoyed??! ♡

Haikyuu LATE NIGHT Airport Headcanons

I was people watching at the airport at like 1 AM and decided to make this for fun! Sorry they’re so random.


•If he has a coffee in his hands at all times, he will stay awake and alert

•If he doesn’t have his coffee he will be a hot (and annoying, according to Iwa chan) mess

Must be the prettiest person in the entire airport

•Does not grasp the concept of waiting in line.

•Loves flying at night because he feels closer to space

•Lets Iwa chan sleep on his shoulder and pretends like its no big deal

•It’s a big deal


•The Sprinter™

•Ends up on the opposite side of the airport for layovers and does crazy stunts to avoid running into people

•Is awake when he has to be, but is otherwise completely tuned out staring at the floor

•Always ends up carrying all of Oikawa’s luggage but never knowing why or how

•Can still beat Makki at arm wrestling even when he’s half asleep

•Is clingy when he’s tired


•Will fight everyone

•Angry and tired

•Is always late to everything no matter how early he leaves

•Will not hesitate to throw tantrums

•As soon as 2 AM hits he turns into that one person un-ironically singing 2010 pop songs in public


•Craves silence

•Doesn’t speak

•Seems awake and normal but is actually contemplating the inevitability of death in his head

•Once tied his and Makki’s wrists together so they wouldn’t get lose each other (the plan backfired when they both got lost and couldn’t find their gate)


•Emotionally distressed

•Cries when he has to wait in line

•Everything bad somehow always happens to him (ex: How the second his flight gets in all of the airport stores decide to close at the same time)

•Has lost his suitcase 8/10 times

•Uses Kenma as a pillow

•Seriously he always hangs on him all the time if Kenma isn’t near him he gets panicky

•"What do you mean it’s not socially acceptable to sleep on the airport floor where else am I gonna sleep?!“

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One more pt.7

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse mention

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4 // Pt.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by k-omachi

In a fit of rage you ignored the desperate attempts from Jungkook to calm down and stay where you were. This whole thing was just a huge mess you no longer wanted to be apart of. It’s like anything he spewed from his mouth was a lie, you should have known better. Whether you missed him or not, you knew you should have just ended it with him for good even if it meant no longer hanging out with your mutual friends. 

Although you were more mad than upset you felt your eyes tearing up again, as if you weren’t already drowning in your own self pity. Your hands clenched and you focused your blurry vision on the street ahead of you. After a small vibration from your phone you decided to pull it out. No surprise it was from Yoongi.


           “Y/N, it’s not what you think. Please just wait for me.”

He must have caught up to Jungkook, knowing about you running off. You took a deep breathe slowly typing your reply.


         “Seriously, just stop already. I’m do-”

With one tight pull, you heard the sound of someone’s car horn blaring at you and the smell of a familiar scent of someone’s clothes as you pressed against their chest. You couldn’t even finish typing when your phone now laid on the ground near your feet. Yoongi let out a long sigh.

“You scared the shit out of me, Y/N. Are you crazy? You almost ran into the road!”

Your eyes widened as you heard him scolding you, finally looking up at him. It would be even harder for you to break it off in person but you now had no choice. Quickly, you shoved his body away from yours but only enough to put distance between you both. He instead picked up your phone, handing it back to you.

“Are you really in a position to yell at me anymore?” You mumbled.

Yoongi pulled his phone out, holding the picture of the two of them together. You stared at it before continuing eye contact with him.

“Is this what you’re mad about?”

“I don’t care what you do. We aren’t together, remember?”

“Look can we not have this fight again, Y/N? She gave me advice on how to talk to you so I told her i’d buy her a drink to thank her because you finally stopped shutting me out! What was I supposed to do? At least she was there to listen. This isn’t easy for me.. I don’t know why those reporters were there.”

You couldn’t hide the anger on your face anymore, practically glaring at him.

“Oh, i’m so sorry. Are you the one dealing with addiction right now? Life must be so fucking hard for you, huh?”

“That’s not what I meant-”

“No. Please, tell me how much this sucks for you because i’m not there to fuck you since it’s burning a hole in your head.”

Yoongi reached out for your hand, only being able to grasp it for a few seconds before you yanked away from him.

“Can we do this somewhere else? It’s going to make a scene.”

You mockingly laughed. Of course you knew how awful you were being but it wouldn’t stop, assuming it was pent up jealousy. You kept it going, yelling and doing everything you were against, just for  your own selfish self gratifying release.

“Why? Are you embarrassed of your alcoholic ex?”

The comment must have really annoyed him because it was almost like his face had darkened in annoyance. He took a step close to you, staring you angrily in the eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You know I love you regardless of that! Why are you doing this to me?” He croaked.

The slight crack in his voice at the last sentence loosened you up, losing the anger in your eyes. 

“Because I want this to be over. I don’t want to keep fighting about this with you, I’m sick of it. It’s bad for the both of us. We used to be so great until I ruined us…I tried to let you go but you kept following me around like a sad puppy! I just wanted for you to be happy and now all we do is fight.”

Yoongi closed his eyes for a few seconds before glancing at you once more to meet your eyes. 

“Then tell me it’s over. Right here and right now. If you really want to never have to see my face again then I won’t push it. Just tell me you really want to end it.”

You grew quiet, listening to the sounds of the cars passing beside the two of you, hearing the footsteps of those walking past you, and standing dead still in your place. It felt weird hearing him say that since all he’s ever done was beg for you not to let him go, making you wonder if this was some sort of test. You were no longer thinking of the picture or the other girl despite that being what started this last fight. It almost felt as though if you spoke or even moved a muscle, things would finally end between the both of you. Two seconds ago you were almost certain this was what you needed to do but this felt like the hardest decision of your life. 

There would be no future for the two of you. No more small attempts to catch his attention when you two were apart, no more joining him in his music studio late at night to check on him when no one else would, no more would you feel his hand resting casually on your leg when you sat next to him, or no more crawling into bed next to him on those really cold days and being able to turn back and look at all the reasons on why you loved him so much. Every memory would be pointless and painful. But maybe he needs all of that without you?

“Please.” You whispered.

Yoongi scoffed.

“Fine. After every single fight, after every single time I explained to you over and over again, and you still don’t get it do you? If you honestly think I’d be happier without you then you really didn’t know me at all. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

As he turned on his heel, you watched as he tried to stuff his two hands into his pockets and almost automatically your hand grabbed one of them, making him stop to look back at you in confusion.

“Please tell me that it’s worth it…”

Yoongi titled his head, only becoming even more confused. He fully turned back around, letting out only a small sigh this time, trying to understand you.

“Y/N. I don’t want my words just to be things you think i’m saying to give you what you want to hear. I meant it when I said I didn’t want you to leave me, that I would be there for you in the very end so I could be there when you beat this thing, that what I went through in the past is in the past and none of this will make me relapse because this is about you. I want you to be honest with me and let me be there for you just like everyone else gets to. Getting clean is completely worth it and whatever you think that girl means to me, she doesn’t. Just like everything, she’s in the past. You’re my present and hopefully my future. I can’t beg you anymore, so please, let me be there for you.”

Every tear you had held back came bursting out as you sobbed, hugging him tightly. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile, rubbing your back as your head laid in the crook of his neck, and he held you for the first time in what felt like forever. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I promise you won’t regret it.” He said, becoming teary eyed himself. Yoongi didn’t care at how many people may or may not have been watching this entire catastrophe. The only thing he really cared about laid in his arms exactly where he felt they needed to be. 


As the two of you walked back to the dorms you found Jungkook sitting, worried, on the porch. He instantly hopped up from his seat when he saw the two of you together. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled, running over to you as he gave you a hug.

“Hey, watch it. She has a boyfriend.” Yoongi sneered.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, innocently when he realized what was going on.

“You guys-?”

“Yeah….No more fighting and no more drama. It won’t be awkward to be in the same room as the both of us anymore.” You joked.

Jungkook smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank god. I seriously thought I was going to die with all of this stress. I should have known you guys got back together. Y/N you’re such a cry baby, I can tell you caved, there’s wet mascara under your eyes.”

You playfully hit his arm.

“You brat. I am not!”

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at your childish bickering, grabbing your hand as he pulled you along. 

“Come on, we have other people to tell before you two end up fighting.”

Jungkook stuck his tongue out as soon as Yoongi turned his back to him, making you giggle.

“Alright, alright. I’m sure Jimin and Joonie will be happy to hear about it.”

Fic Rec Friday  2.15

Guys I’ve been writing a Stucky fic in my head for the last week that started out as a complete indulgence of bedsharing and grew legs (but not necessarily plot). Maybe I’ll actually try writing it down! OR maybe I should commission someone to draw the scene that started it all and just leave it at that. 

Anyway hope you all have a good weekend and that you find great fics to read!

Captain America:

laws of attraction by qunsio, stuckypocketguide  | 23.3K | E | Bucky/Peggy/Steve

Even though night has settled in, it’s balmy, hot, humid; sweat sticks their clothes to their bodies, their hair to their necks. Peggy leans up over the two of them, looking slightly fuzzy from champagne. Bucky leans up too. Steve stays where he is, flat on the ground between them. He finds he doesn’t mind their shadowed, looming faces.

Peggy, biting her thumbnail, says to Bucky, “You should kiss him.”

In which Steve spends his days protesting, working a minimum wage job, and trying to make a buck by reporting. That is, until he gets scooped up by his lawyer, a Ms. Margaret Carter, Esq. Things get more complicated from there.

by realmythology  | 42.6K | M | Bucky/Steve

Maybe flowers’ll grow from me, pulling everything else out of my flesh until I’m nothing but those bones, nothing but all the love I got for you. That’ll last forever, I know it.

Got me all twisted-up, honey. Always did.

Steve Rogers tries to carve out a place for himself in a world where he isn’t Captain America. Bucky Barnes tries to reclaim himself while paying back a debt that he can’t shake.

Somehow, they manage to meet in the middle.

- The epilogue legit made me cry, but in a good way! You’ll understand if you read it :P

All The Angels and The Saints
by Speranza  | 48.7K | E | Bucky/Steve

In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.

20th Century Limited
by Speranza  | 52K | E | Bucky/Steve

“Where am I? Where is this?” and he was in Brooklyn, he was on a beach, the train was shaking around him. He was in the plane, ice splintering up onto the windshield. He was in a tank, tubes trailing from his face, from his groin. Christ, he was cold. There was still ice on his fingers. He was in the Grand Canyon. He was in Times Square. This couldn’t be Times Square. Where the hell was this? “Tell me! Where am I, who are you, where's—” —Bucky?

- One of those “what if just one thing was changed” AUs that had me SO INTO IT 

Prince Charming
by Brenda  | 68K | Works: 2 | E | Bucky/Steve

Bucky Barnes leads quite the charmed life. He has a thriving tattoo shop, a son he adores, the world’s best dogs, and a great group of friends — almost all of whom are in relationships. And maybe he’d been the one nudging them towards each other, but there’s nothing wrong with a little match-making. The world could use more romance.

As for him personally, well, he doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. Not when every girl he meets is someone who he thinks would be perfect for someone else.

But then Steve Rogers comes into his shop looking for some ink, and maybe that’s the problem right there. Maybe what he’s looking for in a relationship isn’t a girl at all.

- If you want a non-angst fluffy-ish AU with a happy ending, get on this (the tag used is ‘Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts’ and that’s so true)

Came Back Haunted
by Brenda  | 130K | Works: 3 | E | Bucky/Steve

“I just want you to know,” Steve said, staring at the ceiling, the dark giving him the strength to say the words he hadn’t been able to earlier, “that I’m not – this isn’t about saving you or recreating the past or anything like that. I know things are different. I know we can never go back. The people we both were…they died a long time ago.”

Steve thought once he found Bucky again, the hard part would be over. But the real journey back to each other was only just beginning. They each had a path to take - a path of redemption and self-discovery, a path of self-destruction and revenge. Along the way, they would need to rediscover each other: as family, as friends, and something new. And to learn that this new chance at life isn’t really about starting over; it’s about moving on.

Teen Wolf:

THAT BOMBED by relenafanel, rlnerdgirl  | 7K | T | Derek/Stiles


Derek Hale: has a nice apartment. Works as a reporter and is semi superman? Has a dog?

Stiles Stilinski: went to college in a boring state but with a decent school. Did keg stands. Now through FBI training.

RelenaFanel: doesn’t even go here anymore

RLNerdGirl: back from 2 year hiatus, still hasn’t watched the show since season 1

WARNING: contents of this fic are not to be taken seriously.

- Look I know this is supposed to be crack but it’s actually GREAT

A Wild Heart’s Desire
by mikkimouse  | 13.4K | T | Derek/Stiles

If there’s one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it’s that Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent.

So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with him.

by hoars  | 32.1K | Works: 3 | E | Derek/Stiles

“See? I need my daisy crown or I won’t get Chased.” Stiles frowned. “And then I’ll have to do it again next year. I really don’t want to do it twice.”

The good and the bad of getting Caught this year included not having to do it again and the bad was he’d have a werewolf mate for the rest of his life. Stiles is seventeen. He has a lot of life to live. Unless his wolfy mate has no sense of humor or a temper. Those with no sense of humor and tempers tended to hate Stiles the most and wouldn’t that suck? Being tied to someone for the rest of his life who hates him. That actually sounds like his type of luck.

“You’ll be fine.” Allison beams because she’s a sweet person and can obviously read Stiles like a picture book aimed at toddlers.

- One of the first things I read in this fandom, it was time for a(nother) re-read

No One Knows Part 7

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

A/N: Getting close to finishing this



Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

Originally posted by angelsaredark

Y/N refused to see him for a good six weeks, she even refused to let him see Bean. It was driving Eggsy up a fucking wall. He wanted to see his son. Not that he knew he had a son before six weeks ago, but now that he knew, he couldn’t stand the idea of being away from them. Tilde had called him during those six weeks, but Eggsy had set her straight the first time. He didn’t want to be with anyone who was capable of hitting a child, especially his. She hadn’t called again after that. He was ashamed to even be with her if he was being honest.

With a sigh, he looked out the window of the car that was taking him to the shop. Eggsy adjusted the tie on his neck as his thoughts drifted to Bean, who most likely heard the entire argument and knew that he had been so close to his father without knowing it. He dropped his head to the back of the seat as he remembered Bean’s face as Y/N was walking out the door with him.

Once the car pulled up to the shop, Eggsy slipped out and went up the steps to the door. He went inside without seeing the little boy who had sprinted away from his classroom after his mum had dropped him off. The boy looked both ways before running across the street and following Eggsy through the door and into a dressing room.

Bean was silent as the floor started to descend. He was so close to his father, but he kept quiet, afraid the man would bring him home. The man in front of him sighed, agitated. Bean waited until his father was walking down a hallway to get into an underground tunnel before he followed. The floor went back up as soon as he stepped off it. He slipped off his school shoes and hurried after Eggsy quietly.

Eggsy sat in the weird shuttle and closed his eyes. Bean couldn’t see a place to hide so he just sat across from his father, watching the doors close before it started moving. Eggsy didn’t open his eyes until the shuttle stopped and he moved to get off, but the sight of Bean sitting across from him stopped him. An awkward silence surrounded them both before Eggsy was pulling the little boy into his arms tightly.

Bean wrapped his little arms around Eggsy’s neck as he was lifted up and taken off the shuttle. He kept the boy close as he walked to the area he knew Roxy was in. He didn’t want to call Y/N to tell her where their son was, but he knew he had to. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make this day last.

“I’m so happy to see you, Bean. I missed you,” Eggsy said, pulling the little boy away a bit so he could look at the boy. Bean gave him a bright smile.

“I missed you too, dad.” Eggsy was sure his heart broke and everyone in ten kilometers could hear it. He hugged his son again, a grin on his face. He walked the rest of the way to where he could find Roxy. She looked up and then jumped to her feet when she saw who was in his arms.

“Oh my god, Eggsy. You didn’t kidnap him did you?” she asked, coming over to him.

“What? No. He followed me down here,” He said, setting the boy on his feet and holding his hand.

“I ran away from school,” Bean said. They both looked at him. Roxy shook her head disapprovingly. Eggsy was nodding with an understanding look on his face.

“We have to call Y/N,” Roxy said, looking back to her friend.

“I know. She won’t answer my calls. Let me borrow your phone,” he said. She handed over her phone and he dialed Y/N’s number. It rang a few times before she picked up.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Y/N,” he started. He could practically hear her stop whatever she was doing. “Bean ran from his school and he showed up at my work.” It was quiet on her end before she took a deep breath.

“Is he okay?” she asked.

“He’s fine. Want to talk to him?” he asked, though he could tell his voice was devoid of all emotion as he was talking to her. She didn’t answer for a bit.

“Yes.” Eggsy handed the phone down to his son. Bean pressed the phone to his ear, holding it upside down. Eggsy gently corrected him without saying anything.


“Bean, why did you leave school?” She asked, worry in her voice.

“I wanted to see my dad,” he replied easily.

“Baby, he-”

“Mum, he said he missed me. I missed him too. And so have you. Why can’t we be together?” Bean interrupted.

“Bean… please…”

“Mum, I want to be with dad!” Bean insisted and Eggsy couldn’t stop himself from smiling. The other end of the line was quiet before she breathed again.

“Okay, baby… Give the phone to your father.” Bean held the phone out to Eggsy. He took it and held it to his ear.

“Y/N?” He answered, nervous.

“Bring him by so he can get some things to stay with you for a while. He better not miss any school and you better make sure he does his homework. He probably won’t want to be alone in a room to sleep in so make sure you’ve accepted the fact that you will end up having to sleep with him. I swear Eggsy if anything happens to him, I will murder you.”

“Nothing will happen to him. I’ll keep him safe,” He said, running a hand over Bean’s head absently.

“Good…” She paused. “Bye.” Then hung up. Eggsy handed the phone back to Roxy and looked at her.

“You capable of taking my jobs for the next week or so?” he asked. His friend simply rolled her eyes at him.

“Probably get them done better than you anyway,” She said, smirking. Eggsy grinned at her before picking his son up. He walked him back to the shuttle. They then took a car to Y/N’s apartment so they could grab some of Bean’s things. Y/N opened the door to Eggsy’s knocking and he couldn’t help, but feel a bit guilty at the tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

She wouldn’t look at him, just helped Bean get his things together. He watched from the doorway of Bean’s bedroom as his mum and their son put clothes in a small suitcase. Bean ran past him to get his things from the bathroom. Y/N stood to follow, but Eggsy moved to block her path. She looked up at him. Slowly he put a hand on her cheek. Her brave face broke almost immediately and the tears start to fall down. He cupped her face with both hands and rubbed the tears away with his thumbs.

“Hey… I’m not taking him forever.” She put a hand on his wrist, looking at him with sad E/C eyes.

“That’s not why I’m crying, Eggsy.” He pulled her to his chest, forgetting all about how she had kept Bean from him and why that upset him. He just wanted her to stop crying.

“I’m here if you want to talk about it,” He murmured into her hair. They stood there for a little bit. She eventually pulled away and wiped her eyes. Eggsy brushed her hair back, looking at her carefully. Without really thinking, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She jerked away from him, eyes wide. He stared at her, pursing his lips while he tried to figure out why he’d done that. She looked him up and down before moving past him and going to see where their son went.

Eggsy stood there for a little while more as he thought about how long it had been since he kissed Y/N, trying to figure out what had possessed him to do so now. He only stopped when Bean tugged on his hand. He looked down at his son, offering a smile to the kid.

 Y/N stood a little ways away before she walked them out. Their eyes met as she helped put Bean’s things into the car waiting for them. Bean was already crawling into the car while his parents stood at the back of the car.

“Don’t… uh.. Don’t let him eat too much sweets. He’ll eat everything he can get his hands on,” She said awkwardly. Her heart still hurt that her son wanted his father more than her. Eggsy nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. She nodded too, hitting her fist gently against her thigh. He looked up at her, hazel eyes searching her face. Y/N turned and walked away from him to give Bean a goodbye kiss before stepping away from the car.

Eggsy got into the car and closed the door behind him, looking out the window at his son’s mother. Bean crawled in his lap to wave out the window at her as the car pulled away. Eggsy couldn’t help feeling like maybe leaving her there was a mistake, but he tried not to dwell on it too much.


Bean wasn’t actually a handful to have in his house. He liked JB and he enjoyed the backyard. He also liked to read. Eggsy had caught him several times just sitting in his study with a book in his little lap. Though he wasn’t sure how a kid so young could possibly understand what he was reading.

They ended up constantly doing things. Bean went to the zoo for the first time in years and Eggsy snapped pictures of him to send to his mum. She never replied to the texts, but she did answer his calls and sometimes she even called him. Eggsy didn’t hold it against her.

A week went by with living with his son and he had never felt so proud when Bean presented him with his grades. Eggsy looked over the paper before lifting the boy excitedly. Bean laughed and they went to a movie that night. Eggsy found no time to think about why he had kissed Y/N that one time. He also really didn’t want to.

When it came time to bring Bean back to his mum, he found himself thinking about it more and more. Bean noticed immediately that his dad wasn’t too excited to bring him home.


“Yeah?” Eggsy answered, snapping out of his thoughts. They were in the car with everything already packed up and about to get on their way.

“Are you okay?” Bean asked, looking over his dad in his regular clothes.

“I’m fine, Bean. Just sad you’re leaving,” The adult said, pulling the kid against him. The boy seemed to accept that. The car pulled away from his house and started heading for Y/N’s. Eggsy wasn’t a nervous person, but seeing her didn’t sound that fun to him. It was superficial though. She wasn’t rude or avoiding him. She smiled at him when he helped bring everything inside and she walked him to his car when he left. He gave Bean a quick hug before looking at Y/N seriously.

“I’m going out of town for work for a few weeks,” he said. She nodded at him. Bean looked a bit sad.

“When are you coming back?” Bean asked.

“I’ll come see you as soon as I’m back. I promise,” Eggsy said, ruffling his son’s hair. Y/N watched with a hidden fondness that Eggsy could see.

“Okay. Be safe,” Y/N said, waving to him as he got in the car and left. She brought Bean back to her apartment and put him to bed. She laid on the couch and looked through the photos Eggsy had sent her with their adventures for the week. With a sigh, she wondered what on earth had possessed Eggsy to kiss her last week.


Originally posted by alternatrash

WHATADO Everybody its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfic. Noq today I’m gonna disappoint you and leave you with a cliff hanger. I made a Brendon Urie fluff awhile ago but life has been busy lately. Btw, small angst at the end

Type: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Cussing, Small angst at end, Fluff, I think that’s about it

Requested?: Kind of, Yea

Word Count: 3.4k (3,478 words)


Now without further ado, P-P-P-P-PLAY IT

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anonymous asked:

Good night! :) The request are still open? Maybe can I ask some HC, please? I've got this idea for a time and... How do you think the RFA boys + V & Saeran react to a Fem!S/O who's always been treated like a man for her family and friends? Like she talks, dress, act and treat other people like a man, but gets all shy and blush when her S/O treats her like a female because she thinks that she's not pretty enough to use dresses and stuff like that. Maybe a little bit of nsfw in this? Thank u!!

Good night/day to you, anon :) And of course, you can request things! My ask box is always open!! 

I hope I got your request right - it’s like a…”tomboy” mc, yeah? ahh I’ll try my best, please let me know if I read your request wrong ^^;; I hope you enjoy anyways! And for you, a little nsfw thrown in~ 

alSO I know anon said the rfa boys, but I can’t leave my wife out so she’s in a separate post! edit: which is now [here]!!!

nsfw-ish! (tbh it’s not that nsfw but i tr ied) 


  • it never really occurred to yoosung that mc wasn’t very ‘feminine’, but he did realize the only time he saw her in a dress was at the party
  • which was totally her choice, but it was also how she acted
  • she seemed to always try to be tough, taking on things she probably shouldn’t be doing but again, go her! 
  • but he felt bad that she wanted to carry all those heavy boxes and such
  • then when they went shopping one day, he saw her eyeing this dress 
  • he asks her about it and she says no, which made him pout
  • they left without that dress but he was determined to get it for he did, surprise! 
  • mc grinned at first but then got all shy and asked him why he bought it
  • “Because you wanted it! I could tell..I just..thought you would like it..” what an angel
  • she tells him that yes! she does like it, but she doesn’t think she could pull it off *confused yoosung noises*
  • “honey, you’re beautiful!!” she gets even more blushy and shakes her head 
  • yoosung literally attacks her with kisses until she’s all giggly - kissing her face, neck, and to her shoulders, that they end up on the couch
  •  “come on, hun. how am I beautiful? I never wear dresses!” “you’re beautiful no matter what you wear-even wearing nothing, I want you to wear whatever you want”
  • this whole time, he’s like on top of her on the couch
  • “even wearing nothing?…” mc asks, smiling up at him. he blushes. 
  • “yes. and i’ll show you.” and boy oh boy he does

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung

  • saeyoung kinda knew what was going on, but really found out when he was trying to convince her to cosplay with him
  • “but mc, it would be so fun!!” “but saeyoung, you want to put me in a dress.” 
  • *pouts* “but you’ve seen me in a dress..” “that’s not the point”
  • “please please?? i won’t show anyone or take pictures and even put it on myself!” to really prove it, he throws on a dress himself
  • mc finally agrees 
  • he lets her pick the dress, but doesn’t let her lift a finger after that 
  • helps her undress and even put the other dress on 
  • mc is all blushy 1. from the undressing and 2. from wearing the dress
  • saeyoung grins at her when he’s done and ends up staring a bit
  • mc blushes more, “saeyoung, you’re staring..” “well…you’re hot”
  • “you’re ridiculous” “no seriously. I admit that I glanced a little while helping you” “sAEYOUNG”
  • “I mean, I can return the favor” and he literally takes his dress off right there
  • wow mc is red 
  • and now he starts pointing out his physical insecurities, all of which mc finds ridiculous he looks so good
  • she can’t help herself and starts kissing to what he points to 
  • and now her dress is off and he’s doing the same for her 
  • at the end of that, they look at each other until saeyoung pulls her into a deep kiss
  • guess we’ll have to cosplay another day


  • they were looking through his old costumes and some of them were a little, uh, revealing not anywhere bad geez i mean they were ripped
  • mc is kind of amazed. she asks how he wears them without being so self-conscious 
  • turns out he has a process, it’s not just his ego my boy here has his share of  insecurities 
  • she tries that process one day with a dress when he wasn’t home
  • but he got home early !! and saw her !!! 
  • obviously zen thinks she looks like The Most Beautiful Person Ever 
  • but mc blushes and runs to the closet to hide 
  • “babe! where are you going? that dress looks great on you!” 
  • “no it doesn’t, zen! stop it. I’m just gonna wear jeans forever, even to the party.”  what a dramatic couple 
  • he convinces her to come out of the closet, the dress still on
  •  but she has he arms crossed and is all pouty and not looking at him
  • luckily, he knows exactly what to do
  • he takes one of her hands and kisses from her hand to her shoulder, whispering little compliments until he gets to the other one 
  • and the next thing she knows, he’s doing that for everything?? 
  • her face, stomach, chest, even her legs hahahah i love the body worship hc 
  • and now she’s blushing for a whole other reason…which zen also takes care of ;))


  • oh boy
  • this man wants to spoil mc with dresses, but she never wears them 
  • he asks about that at dinner one night
  • and mc spills that she thinks she’s not pretty enough to wear dresses and it’s so much easier to just…be not feminine 
  • he understands, a little
  • and you know, he could just.. tell her that he thinks she’s beautiful and that she could try wearing dresses if she wanted to 
  • but noooo 
  • this man had to buy her a bunch to tell her
  • mc is shocked when she got home 
  • “i just..” jumin starts, “I think you’re beautiful, and I want you to feel comfortable in whatever you wear. So I thought we’d practice, just here”
  • she indulges him and they have a mini fashion show that’s just her 
  • jumin is there like “wow my wife is amazing”
  • she starts getting more confident at like, the 6th dress but she also starts getting tired
  • so they take a break, she sits next to him on their bed
  • he pulls her over and makes her look at him
  • “see, my love? you’re beautiful in anything..” mc smiles “which was your favorite?” she asks 
  • “this one.” he answers, “because I’m taking it off”

V / Jihyun

  • also pretty much doesn’t care and actually didn’t notice she never wore dresses (ps this baby got the surgery here he deserves this)
  • until he asked her to do a photoshoot with him! 
  • he get so excited about backgrounds and outfits its so cute
  • but mc starts getting shy and of course, he notices  
  • so he asks her about it 
  • and looking into his eyes, mc has to tell the truth i couldn’t lie to him either tbh
  • he listens and smiles at her softly when she finishes talking
  • “oh, can wear absolutely anything you want and if you don’t want to wear dresses, you don’t have to.” 
  • however, she decides to wear one. Just for him and the photoshoot
  • she surprises him when she comes out of the changing room and V is like, in awe 
  • he thinks she is amazing! wonderful! and he lets her know! 
  • *cue blushy mc* *and grinny jihyun*
  • he gives her a kiss for the surprise and wants to give her like, thousands more
  • but since he’s not that into pda, he takes her into the dressing room to shower her with kisses
  • and then mc says she’s “uncomfortable” in the dress again and that she needs his help “taking it off” bad mc
  • thank god he has his own studio 


  • my bean here gives no fucks 
  • mc is thankful bc she’s so comfortable around him and can do whatever 
  • until the rest of the rfa tells her she has to wear a dress for the party
  • so she tells him to complain a little, but she’s still gonna do it
  • “i think it’d be nice to see you in a dress. different, but nice”
  • aw damn, now she really has to 
  • they go shopping together, saeran picks a really pretty one and she loves it
  • but in the dressing room, she doesn’t think she looks that good
  • “hey, mc! do you need any help in there or?” he calls out
  • “uh, no thank you..I don’t think I’m gonna get it though, Saeran”
  • “why? let me see.” and so he comes in 
  • he tilts his head “you look great in it, why don’t you want it?”
  • she gives him the mini explanation given their whereabouts
  • he frowns and turns them to face the mirror again 
  • “look, I think you look beautiful in this dress. and I know the rest of the rfa will, too. if you really don’t want to wear it, I’ll tell them myself, but if you like it, get it.”
  • both of them are blushing now, but saeran means it
  • and she buys it. they walk out of the store holding hands
  • look i have a hc that saeran is ace so…. 
Snapchat- Day 18

Long distance - Part II

Rated: M

“It’s really annoying sometimes Hina.”

Hinata was trying to put her hair up in a bun while listening to her boyfriend rent, she had to bite her cheek to keep from laughing. She was rude, really, but she couldn’t help but find him adorable in times like this.

“Well Sasuke, I think that’s what she’s trying to achieve…”

Finally having her hair up she laid on her stomach on the bed in front of the open laptop. She couldn’t really blame him. She wished they were together always. Hearing his voice through her laptop and seeing him only while Skyping was killing her too. After she came back from the 2 weeks she spent at Sasuke last month, Ino made it her duty to snapchat her boyfriend every day a picture of Hinata making him jealous.

Of course, Sasuke didn’t have anything to worry, sure Ino was bi and beautiful and Hinata loved her dearly as a best friend but she wouldn’t cheat on him. She told him that a couple of times and he knew it’s the truth. Still seeing Ino with her every day while he hadn’t seen her since last month hurt him. It also didn’t help that he usually send a picture back with him looking mad telling Ino to fuck off, which amused the blonde dearly.

“I can’t wait for it to be summer holiday. I’m flying there as soon as my last class is over”

Summer was only a few days away and Sasuke planned on spending all 3 months with her and of course, she approved of the plan. But what she didn’t know yet was that Sasuke got his files out from school and intended to switch Universities so he could move in the same city as her.

“I can’t wait either. Ino is freaking out too. She wants to meet you so bad. I’m sure you’ll get along fine”

Hinata rose a bit and the camera was pointed at the cleavage her tank top was showing, she was about to go to bed so no bra. His boxers suddenly felt too tight and summer holiday too far away. In the 2 weeks they spent together they didn’t really go all the way, he wanted to, but she was hesitant. He could understand that and of course, he didn’t push her. After ending the call he’d have to take a shower.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Hinata said vaguely still showing off her chest, her laptop was on her bed and she was looking/doing something on the desk in front of her. Sure during the month after seeing each other they did…some stuff while video chatting but that wasn’t really what he wanted. He wanted to touch her, not only in a sexual way but to caress her hair and hold her hand.

Finally settling down he was met with her rosy cheeks, she was holding some kind of brochure. She bit her lip and he almost groaned.

“Sorry about that.”

She knew what she did, he moved a bit to get a little more comfortable. He nodded and she smiled at him.

“Ok, maybe not really surprise. I was just thinking…”

She was stalling. Sasuke told her to go on.

“Ok I don’t want you to think I’m telling you to do this. But I walked around and we have a really good Med School here and I asked around about transfers and you can do that during summer…”

She wasn’t looking at him but at something to her left, her ears were pink. She was asking him to move. His heart hurt, sure he was planning to do that, but the fact that she was thinking of the same thing made him wanna cry and hug her. If the tables were the other way around he wasn’t sure he could tell her to move. Hinata must have thought about that for some time now to built up so much courage. 


“You don’t want to move. T-that’s fine. It wouldn’t make sense to transfer during the middle of Uni. I get is Sasuke it’s fine. Good night”

“Wait. Don’t. You know better than to cut me off.”

She was crying, she did say she didn’t want to make him do anything but she was crying because she thought he didn’t want to move with her.

Sasuke got up and with his phone took a picture and sent it to her on snapchat. Her phone dinged and Hinata looked at him puzzled. He sat back down.

“Look at the picture”

She was wondering if he was trying to change the subject. During the weeks there she saw him. All of him and he saw her but they didn’t do it. They did do a lot of things…thinking about that now…heat started to gathering between her legs and in her stomach, she shifted a bit. She saw him take the picture but the bed covered his lower half. She was half praying it to be his…ahem, the other half was curious what else it could be.

Finally clicking on the photo, there were a bunch of papers and she couldn’t help feeling disappointed. A small ‘oh’ escaped her lips and she frowned. She read his name on some of them and the school name as well.

“What is this?”

“My file and a transfer slip. I…meant to tell you when I was there but since you brought it up. I already transferred. When school starts I won’t be returning. I sold the house with everything in it and for the first semester I’ll stay at the dorms until I find an apartment”

”…oh”  she felt silly now because she thought he sent her a dick-pic. “You don’t have to stay in the dorms. If you want…you can stay here.”

He rose a brow “You sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to offer Hina”

She shook her head. “I don’t feel like I need to, but I want to…I’d love if you lived here”

He nodded and the seriousness of the moment passed. Hinata was staring at her phone despite the fact that the picture expired. Her heart was beating faster, her mouth was dry, the realization that he would be there forever was starting to hit her and she wanted to cry tears of happiness. With shaky hands she texted Ino the news, she needed someone else to know. Sasuke was watching her reactions.

“When you saw the pic. Before I explained what it was, you seemed…disappointed”  he smirked. “What did you think it was?”

Hinata rose her head from looking at her phone and her face was red. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times. Finally, she breathed in and licked her lips and looked at the wall to her left. In a small voice, she told him.

“I..i umm..thought it was a d…dick-pic”

She covered her face with her hands as his laugh filled the room, even changed from the laptop loudspeaker the vibration of it shook her to her core.

“Do you want one?”

Her eyes were wide as the moon.

“Don’t be shy. It wouldn’t be the first one I sent”

He was right. He once sent her one randomly and she was on the street drinking coffee, when she opened it her plastic cup fell and she turned every shade of red there was. She called him that second and told him what happened in a low yet rushed voice and he laughed at her.

She covered her face again “Yes please.”

His eye twitched. “What?”

“S-send one. Please…”

Hinata let her hands fall and she was looking at him, her eyes were darker and despite the fact that her face was red all he could see was lust.  

“Fuck, fuck. Ok wait, wait.”

She nodded and watched him move around and then the sound of a picture being taken was heard he just turned to her, he looked turned on and she wanted to cry. Why wasn’t he there yet? Her phone made a small sound and she unlocked it and breathed heavy, he was watching her. She opened the picture and bit her lip for a moment before kissing the screen. She heard him shift and curse under his breath.

“Hina. Baby, let’s turn to face time. Ok?”

She nodded over and over and pressed to call him before even ending the Skype call. When he answered instead of seeing his face there was his manhood and she moaned and closed her eyes trying to imagine him inside of her. He had to come here soon, all of this was pure torture.  

This is the kind of pic Ino sends Sasuke every day, usually, he sends back a selfie looking annoyed and saying things like ‘You mean MY girl, not yours.”

Part I

Ease - Part 2



Length: 2.4k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: Whenever there’s a word in italics and in bold, it means you’re speaking in English :)

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Tapping your foot, you checked your phone for what seemed to be the hundredth time. What’s taking you so long, Tae?

Just as this thought popped into your head, a familiar honey smell filled your nostrils. Taehyung sat down sheepishly opposite you, giving you an apologetic grin.

You cocked an eyebrow. “So you text me asking if we can meet up at this café which you found, and you arrive 20 minutes late?”

“Better late than never,” said Taehyung, cheekily looking out the window with a smirk plastered over his face. He’s an idiot. “So,” he continued, turning his attention back to you and letting his eyes trail over your choice of outfit, “I see that you’ve already adopted the student life.”

“Oh, buzz off,” you replied, not all that seriously. “I only wore sweatpants because I thought I was going to be late. Turns out I needn’t have rushed,” you added, just to make Taehyung that extra bit guilty. You weren’t really that mad at him; in fact, you could rarely be mad at Taehyung. He always found a way to make you smile again, despite getting on your nerves almost daily.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving your look… which reminds me!”

With his eyes lighting up, Taehyung reached into his bag and pulled out a small white box with a picture of a man with orange hair on the front.


Please don’t let it be what I think it is.

“Could you help me dye my hair orange?”

You stayed silent, trying to ignore the puppy dog eyes that Taehyung was now giving you. However, Taehyung was hard to ignore.

“Please, please, please,” he begged, reaching across the café table to grab your hand tightly. “I’ll love you forever if you do!”

You looked down to where your hands were now entwined, his warmth sending warm rushes of heat up into your arm. You could feel your heart melting and yourself giving into his wishes, but you kept your gaze firmly on your hands. The control Taehyung had over you was terrifying; was that all it took? A simple touch to win you over so easily?

Taehyung’s voice grew soft and gentle. “Y/N? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I could probably manage it myself…”

You finally looked up and met his gaze, and to no surprise, a mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes, despite wearing a solemn face.

Shaking your head out of your stupor, you mumbled, “Yes, it’s fine, Tae. I’ll help you.”

Taehyung’s smile returned, lighting up his features. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” you replied quickly, your mind still half-focused on the fact that Taehyung hadn’t let go of your hand. “My housemates are… funny.”

A girl, supposedly one of your new housemates, opened the door to your share house. Her expression matched her clothing style: uninterested and dull.

“Come in,” she said in a bored tone. “I take it you’re Y/N. Back of the room, door on the left. No noise after 10pm, switch off electronics when you’re not using them, and no boys.”

Without another word, the girl turned on her heel and disappeared into the house.

Feeling quite shocked at your abrupt meeting, you stepped inside and made your way to your room, making sure to put on your house slippers before going anywhere near the clean wooden floor.

Dumping your stuff down, you flopped onto your bed and stared up at the ceiling, hoping that your other two housemates were more welcoming. The silence of the house was unnerving, and it made you wish you were living with Taehyung instead of random strangers. Neither set of parents agreed to you two living together, and no landlord or landlady allowed mixed gender residents anyway.

Sighing, you picked up your phone to see unread messages from Taehyung.

TaeTae [4:52]
so far so good – housemates seem nice, my room doesn’t smell like rotting food and I can see a food shop from my window

TaeTae [5:13]
I’m already invited to a party!!! do you want to come?

You sighed, throwing your phone down next to you. Taehyung was already going to a party when you hadn’t even spoken one word to the people you were living with. Listening to the occasional car go by on the road outside, you felt the familiar stone grow in your chest, the same one you got when Taehyung used to talk about his high school crush. Was it loneliness or jealously? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Picking up your phone, you wrote out a text to Taehyung.

You [6:01]
count me in.

“Hold still, Tae!”

“You’re getting water in my eye!”

“I wouldn’t be if you had stayed still. Also, close your eyes you moron.

“What did you just call me?”

“What, moron?”

“If you’re going to insult me, say it in a language I understand.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued raking your fingers through Taehyung’s hair, using the shower head to wash out the remains of the shop-bought hair dye. You had come over to Taehyung’s new house and immediately ruined their towels by leaving bright orange streaks on at least three.

“All done,” you announced, ripping off your gloves and turning off the water.

“Finally,” grumbled Taehyung, slowly standing up and rubbing his back after being hunched over the bath tub.

Grabbing a towel, he began to work on drying his hair while you made your way to his bedroom. It was a decent size for a student, and although Taehyung had only moved in a few days ago, already the room felt like his. You sat down on his unmade bed, letting yourself be comforted by the sight of his familiar possessions. After a couple of gruelling days trying to talk to your new housemates, it was nice to be surrounded by a piece of home again.

The girl you met on your first day, Yeona, was no different the next day. You had come out your room to go on a large shopping trip to find Yeona sitting at the table in the kitchen area, her hair loosely tied back and wearing a baggy shirt.

“Good morning,” you had said shyly.

Yeona turned around to see who had spoken, and after catching a glimpse of you standing behind her, she replied with a ‘morning’ before turning back to sip her coffee and continue her book.

One of your housemates hadn’t turned up yet for this term, and the other girl, Jiwon, stayed in her room most of the time, too busy with her work. So no new friends there then.

Taehyung appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, his hair looking wild but almost dry. And very orange.

“Yah, what do you think?”

You stared at the mop of orange, a smile tugging at your lips. It should’ve looked bad, and on anyone else, it would have. But honestly, it suited Taehyung, matching his bright personality and brilliant grin down to the T.

“You look great, Tae,” you said truthfully, biting your lip as he ruffled his hair into place.

“Do I look handsome now?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Sorry Taehyung. Still a long way off that title.”


At that precise moment, you heard loud voices enter the house, saving you from Taehyung’s ruthless tongue.

“My housemates are back,” he said happily. “Come on Y/N, come meet them!”

Taehyung’s housemates couldn’t have been more different from yours. There was Namjoon, a clever boy who welcomed you as if you were an old friend; Jungkook, a younger, more shy boy with an innocent face but a wicked sense of humour; and Jin, the oldest, who honestly looked like a model but had the lamest jokes.

“If you ever need anything, Y/N, feel free to come round at any time,” Namjoon said kindly, as Jungkook put an arm around your neck.

“Yeah, we prefer you over Taehyung any day.”

“You’re a whole lot prettier, too,” added Jin.

“Okay Y/N,” interrupted Taehyung, ignoring the laughter from the other boys, “why don’t we explore the campus? We could sign up to a few clubs if you want?”

Knowing Taehyung was getting embarrassed, you accepted the arm he extended to you and together you headed towards the campus grounds.

It was a nice sunny day, with the gentle breeze playing with your hair as you walked. Breathing in the aromas of the city around you, you felt the most comforted you’d been since you arrived in Seoul. You turned to look at Taehyung, watching the sunlight sharpen his jawline and making his orange hair shine.

You knew that moving to the same university and doing the same course as Taehyung wasn’t going to help your feelings towards him. But you felt as if you had fallen into a well: the Taehyung Well. No matter how many times you tried to climb out and pretend that you didn’t like your best friend in that way, the more tired you grew of hiding it. Ever since you gave in to your emotions, just the thought of Taehyung was enough to make your heart lift.

You were surrounded by revision notes: flashcards, mind maps, you name it. And there, lying right in the middle of it all, was Kim Taehyung, fast asleep with his mouth hanging open.

True, it was 4am, but the exam was drawing ever closer and you needed to do this last-minute cramming. You remained hunched over your notes, rubbing your temples to try and help the information sink in. When Taehyung let out a particularly loud snore, you jumped in fright and kicked out your foot, which connected with Taehyung’s head.

“Ah!” he hissed, his eyes wincing as he slowly sat up, multiple sheets of paper stuck to his body. “What time is it?”

“Uh… 4:07.”

Taehyung’s eyes flew open. “What? Y/N why are you still working? You need to sleep!”

“I know, Tae. But I can’t afford to do badly in this exam!”

Taehyung continued to stare bleary eyed at you for a few more moments, but before you knew what was happening, he had stood up and had grabbed you around the legs and around your back.

Squealing a little, Taehyung lifted you up bridal style, holding you against his chest whilst carrying you to your room.

“Kim Taehyung, let me go!” you ordered, but your voice was far from demanding after realising how close you were to his head.

“I’ve got to look after my Y/N, haven’t I? I am older than you.”

Your heart fluttered. My Y/N? You stared at his cheek, trying to even out your breathing despite feeling Taehyung’s steady heartbeat against your body.

When he reached your room, he gently placed you on your bed and tucked you underneath the duvet. For added effect, he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before firmly saying goodnight and closing the door.

As you lay there in the dark, still feeling the ghost of his lips against your hairline, your cheeks began burn like fire, making you glad for the lack of light. Your head was a jumbled mess of feelings and emotions. What was he playing at?

Rolling over, you let out a large sigh, trying to ignore the stone that had begun to settle on your chest after Taehyung left, but it was useless. It was like he was engrained in your mind: the image of him laughing, the image of him doing his goofy walk which always made you smile, the image of him concentrating in lessons with his eyebrows furrowed, the image of him watching his favourite movie with his eyes wide open in wonder.

You lifted your hand to rub your eyes, but instead it drifted towards the spot where Taehyung kissed you. You were almost scared to touch it, as if it would fade as soon as you did so.

What the hell is happening? He’s my best friend, why am I obsessing over this?

But you knew why. You wanted him to do it again, and not in a best friend kind of way.

Falling asleep that night, you let yourself dream of Taehyung, and it was the best sleep you had had in a while. Because you were falling for your best friend, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

Sitting in one of the many parks making up the university campus, underneath a large tree that let the sunlight filter through, you sighed in contentment as you rested your head against the trunk. Taehyung lay on the ground and rested his head on your lap, while you absentmindedly stroked his orange fringe off his forehead.

Lots of students milled about, making the most of the good weather. You could see Park Jimin playing football with his friends not too far off, making you feel like you were back in high school again. You were surprised that he managed to get into this university, seeing as he bunked class most of the time, but Taehyung explained that he never needed to try at exams to do well.

“I see Jimin’s dyed his hair silver,” you commented, watching him make a shot at a goal.

“Silver is for old people. I’m keeping it fresh,” said Taehyung, keeping his eyes shut. “Perhaps we should dye your hair too.”

“No thanks,” you replied, looking down at Taehyung’s peaceful expression. “I’ll look so different with dyed hair. I won’t look like me.”

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

You retracted your hand from his hair and instead dug your fingers into his sides. Taehyung rolled away, giggling as you tickled him but begging you to stop. As it turned into a tickle fight, you couldn’t help laughing out of pure happiness. So long as you had Taehyung, nothing could go too badly wrong.

“Alright! I give in,” Taehyung chuckled, flopping against the tree in defeat. “I swear, you could give Jungkook a run for his money. So damn competitive…”

Taehyung trailed off as he stared towards one of the buildings, his focus completely shifted.

“Tae? What’s the matter?” you asked, wondering would could have caught his attention so quickly.

Taehyung’s mouth hung ajar as he lifted his finger. “Look!” he gasped excitedly. “It’s Yeji!”

anonymous asked:

How about headcanons for this: The RFA and them finding out the MC is a "Forever" style immortal (i.e. whenever they die they wake up naked in the nearest body of water and they stopped aging the first time they died.)

sure thing, anon! also thanks for clearing that up, I have no idea what that is >.> I hope I get this right! ^^; it also might be short, since i don’t know much about this topic;;;

woah rfa, so no saeran! also, i’m assuming that this probably happened to mc already and like the rfa is finding out…yes? oh well


  • so get this, they were sharing childhood pictures and zen notices something weird about mc’s pictures
  • like, they’re really old pictures. older than his 
  • but mc totally said they were like, 23 
  • he doesn’t want to seem too weird, so he casually asks
  • “hey mc, when’s your birthday? I want to know your star sign..and your chinese zodiac” smooth move, zen 
  • and they answer their full birthday because chinese zodiacs need those 
  • now, zen isn’t the best with math, but he knows that year would not make them 23
  • it took a minute for mc to realize what they said though
  • they both stare at each other for a bit before mc breaks the silence with a profound “um..” 
  • and now they have to explain while zen is trying to wrap his head around this
  • “wait, so you’re…not 23?” duh zen, catch up “technically, no. physically, yes.” 
  • at the end of that discussion, he kind of comes to terms with it 
  • is kind of sad that they have to live forever, so his selfie habits get worse is this the first time i mentioned his selfies? i think so wow
  • believe it or not, he also gets cheesier. “i want to leave the biggest impression on you”


  • he needs the most time to wrap his head around it
  • it was one of those nights where they were spilling secrets about themselves and mc couldn’t help but tell the whole story
  • at first, he doesn’t believe them. it’s too crazy
  • but they start bringing up more pieces of evidence and now he’s just amazed
  • they spend the rest of the night cuddling and telling happier stories
  • guess what happens the next day, though?
  • yoosung bought a polaroid 
  • that’s right, it’s about the be Aesthetic 
  • but seriously, he just wants tangible pictures in their hands as soon as they take them
  • because it’s so present and in the moment
  • and that’s where he is with mc
  • even if they spent a while doing other things, meeting other people
  • they mean so much to him and he hopes he can mean as much to them 


  • she is…surprised, to say the least 
  • honestly, she doesn’t spend too much time thinking about how it happens to mc, but rather how time is so weird and both limited and unlimited
  • how she found out, was because she was gathering data on mc and decided to find their birthday
  • she dug up some interesting stuff, like wow 
  • tells mc what she found and they’re kind of embarrassed, but they tell her everything
  • now, she’s more open with pda and with herself in general 
  • admittedly, she’s much happier than she was before
  • and it’s all thanks to mc
  • so it becomes her mission to return the favor 
  • time is a Lie, so she wants mc to feel like the time with her is forever


  • is interested in the concept
  • look, he reads weird books, i’m sure he read at least one of these
  • mc is now going to be Extra Spoiled
  • call him materialistic, but materials last forever and mc can keep them forever
  • takes more time off because “i have to spend as much time as i can with my spouse, you don’t understand”
  • really tries extra hard to sort out his feelings and mc is actually really helpful with this
  • they like to read with him and knit and stuff, they are the cutest
  • jumin knits too, he made them a scarf 
  • basically, everything becomes like 5 times more domestic 
  • learns to take proper pictures too 
  • because wow! he needs 8454754 pictures of mc in his phone now 

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • ahhhhhh
  • now he has the desire to live long 
  • so much that he actually starts taking care of himself 
  • “we will get married at the space station, it can be our 4th wedding if we need it to be, we will get there”
  • he made a robot version of himself
  • and a game of just him and mc, doing domestic and cute couple things :)))))
  • basically, if there’s a way to make sure he is immortalized with mc in some way, he’s going to do it 
  • has no time to push them away now, he is super clingy all the time 
  • sometimes, he has nightmares :(
  • you know his, “i’ll wait for you in another universe?” yeah. that becomes his Thing 

v / jihyun

  • so v here pulls his whole “i am your sun” stuff, again 
  • and mc pulls out “if you’re the sun, I’m your stars.” 
  • yes i know, they’re both stars but hear me out
  • mc makes the connection because v, like the sun, is so bright and there. you can’t miss it’s presence. it’s warmth touches everything
  • but, when the sun is out of sight, stars come out and keep the sky bright. they’re not warm, they’re old. most of them are probably dead, but they’re there. 
  • and the stars, like mc, help people through dark times 
  • v was going through some dark times
  • oh no, he’s crying oh no im crying
  • he also gets the surgery as soon as possible, he needs to see mc clearly
  • when he finally sees them clearly, mc smiles at him and says, “seems like it’s a clear night..”
  • he happy cries and is like “it is..I can see the stars…it’s been a while” 

…where did all this deep stuff come from?