so if you want to give your input about coloring let me know!!

Kinks (Taehyung/Reader)

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Prompt: Hello! I was wondering if you could please do a Taehyung/Reader where you’re both having a lazy day and you’re watching TV on the bed. The remote falls but you’re too lazy to get up so you stretch across, and he goes “just get up lazy ass” or something and spanks your butt playfully, but you moan- which leads him to (correctly) believe you have a spanking kink ;)) which leads to some kinky smut afterwards!! Thank you so much <3

Genre: smut

Words: 3.5k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary: Wednesday was your favorite day for multiple reasons. 

Tags: Spanking, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Face Sitting/Riding, 69 position, etc.

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How to Get the Most Out of Your Tarot Reading

Tarot readings are cool, but why not make them AWESOME? Here’s some ways you can be sure to get the most out of your divination situation.

🔮Have a Question In Mind- This sounds pretty obvious, but it’s astounding how many people I read for that have no idea what they want out of it. Wanting a general reading is fine, but definitely have an answer to the question “what would you like to know?” when you sit down/place an order. Thinking about what you want helps you solidify the question with the cards, and helps you avoid thinking an hour later, “Drat! I should have asked about _____.”

🔮Think about How You Frame your Question- Tarot has different strengths and weaknesses, like any divination form. Playing to these strengths will help your reader give you a more fulfilling answer! For example, I once had a querent purchase multiple readings from me asking for very specific times of things. While tarot CAN be used in that way, it is much harder and in my experience usually comes at the expense of more valuable information. A better version of, “when will X happen?” is “what will make X happen?” or “What must I do before X?” That way you know if X requires specific action on your part, instead of sitting around waiting for “Oh, maybe about three months” and nothing happening. Phrasing your question in a way that milks the most information out of the cards makes for a better reading!

🔮Know Your Reader- First and foremost, a tarot reader is not the same as a psychic. A lot of psychics use tarot cards as a tool, but most people just offering readings can’t tell you the name of your future spouse or the color of your great-grandfather’s shirt when he died. Secondly, every reader is different! Some are intuitive readers and pull cards from the middle of the deck, some have you choose the cards, others deal from the top, and that’s just one example. Every reader has a different style to their interpretation that makes for a unique experience, so if possible, be picky with who you choose to purchase from. Some readers work better with certain types of questions. Maybe some give more detail in their interpretations. Some readers tell a little story about each card, which people can like or dislike. Some have trouble delivering bad news. Some just may not resonate with you! If you have the ability to check out multiple readers, especially online, definitely do so and find one who you think lines up with your needs the best.

🔮Don’t Be Afraid to Confide- The phrase, “I have a question in mind, but I’m not going to tell you” makes me want to rip my hair out. In my experience, people do this less because they want answers and more because they want to be impressed by a display of Tarot’s accuracy and the reader’s intuitiveness. They want to see the reader still pick up on the Truth with no outside input. This is all fine and dandy, but it’s not going to give you a lot of information. Why? It’s going to be vague! I can’t connect the dots as well if I don’t have half of them. It’s okay to give me some information about your question; it helps me pick out signs I may have not found significant without context. That said, I understand the fear of just having a reader use your words to tell you what you already know and call it divination. So don’t feel like you need to over share, either! If you want to know about whether to break up with your partner over that argument two days ago or not, a simple, “I’ve been having relationship problems and would like some insight on how to move forward.” Should work fine. That should allow you to still get a display of the reader’s intuitive ability (identifying the specifics of your situation) while still getting an actual answer.

🔮Interpret For Yourself- Yeah yeah, do my job for me. But not quite. Sometimes there are symbols that strike us that the reader may not emphasize in their interpretation. You know yourself better than they do, after all. If you think the cards are saying something extra to you, feel free to include that in your personal takeaway! If a reader asks, “what does this mean to you?/does anything stand out to you?” (this happens more in person than online) it’s totally okay to say, “I find X really interesting because Y. How do you think that ties in with the rest of the reading?” Feel free to start a conversation over it. Pick these cards apart with your reader. I, at least, love when querents do this. It shows they’re invested and engaged, and it lets me pull even more information out for them.

🔮Take a Picture- If you can. Sometimes online readings come with a photo of your spread! (Mine do.) Look back on the photo with a fresh mind later and reflect on it. Have you come up with any new personal interpretations for it? (Once I had a reading that I thought was about starting a business, but realized later it was about me writing a book!) What do each the cards actually mean? Are there any patterns in the spread you notice? It can also be fun to look back on it much later and see how accurate it was!

🔮Get Readings from Multiple People- I like a little variety, but I also just like people. I have people I go to for when I need a really solid dependable reading, but I also enjoy talking to other readers and seeing how they do it differently. I know it’s helped me improve a lot as a reader. If you’re able, consider getting your question answered through multiple sources (but be respectful, we’re still people.) See if there are any common threads between the two interpretations (it happens quite frequently.) See how they differ! It’s more work and money but is usually fairly interesting.

🔮Don’t Take it Too Seriously- At the end of the day, getting a reading is not going to change your life. Only you do that. While tarot can be a magnificent tool for insight, it is not an actual changing force in and of itself. Don’t stress too hard over it and be sure to use it alongside your own judgement, intuitiveness, heart, and common sense. And most importantly, enjoy it for the sake of enjoying an art form!

If you’d like to purchase a reading from me, you can do so here!

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Redecoration.

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just moved in together, calling for an immediate shopping trip to update your apartment. 

A/N: This is an idea I got because I went to Target to get one thing and ended up spending like $200 on pretty stuff. Also, it kind of sucks, but it was a cute idea and I really wanted to write it. 

As usual, shoutout to @hamilbye for reading this when it was halfway done for me and telling me it was an adorable idea. 

Pairing: Lin x Reader 

Warnings: All fluff, all the time (would I ever write anything else?) 

Words: 2,381 (I can’t even try to keep my word count low. Sorry.) 


Maneuvering your car into a tight parking space had taken ten minutes. Finding the parking space had taken half an hour. From where you sat, it almost wasn’t worth it. But then you glanced at the smiling being sitting next to you in the car and grinned. Lin was a toddler, already straining against his seat belt, trying to wrestle himself out of the car and into the store. You reacted immediately when he placed a hand on the door handle, reaching your hand out to grab his wrist, your body leaning over the center console. You laughed before growing stern, the look on his face just barely contained the excitement.

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Niall Horan - “Marry Me”

This picture gave me wedding vibes so I was like .. gonna write it. Enjoy! 

Part one of two. Part two coming soon!


Niall was going to do it as soon as they had arrived at your friends party, but then one drink in he chickened out. Two drinks in, you were off dancing with friends and he used it as an excuse not to do it yet again. By drink three, he was feeling a bit more confident but still felt the nerves shaking his hands a bit. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” You ask him, picking up on his anxiousness. You eye him over the rim of your glass as you take a sip but he just smiles and takes the glass from your hands, placing it on the table beside him before pulling you into his arms as his lips find yours. You laugh against his mouth, tasting the beers he’d had on his lips. “Well okay.” You pull back to say, smiling at him. “Come dance with me?” 

“Sure,” He stands from the stool he was sat on. “Give me one second, though.” He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before he heads off towards the person who was in control of the music. You watch as they discuss something, both of them grinning before he heads back over to you. “Shall we dance?” You smile and rest your hand in his, allowing him to pull you over and out to where everyone was dancing. 

The two of you danced to the song, and the one after that, both of you laughing and just having fun, much like you always had. Both of you were a little bit tipsy, his hands may have roamed a bit more than they would have otherwise but you didn’t mind at all. You could still pick up on his slight anxiety, especially as the song ended. Instead of being followed up by another one, the speakers grew silent. 

“What’s going on?” You question, pulling away from Niall who took a step back and looked more anxious than ever.

“We have someone who needs to say a few things before we continue on.” The person in charge of music calls, gesturing towards Niall who gives a little smile and a small wave of his hand before taking a deep breath. 

“Niall…?” You question, glancing around as everyone quiets down and turns to watch the two of you. You see his band mates standing off to the side, all of them grinning. As you turn back to Niall you frown at him as he takes your hands. 

“I’ve had maybe one drink more than I should ‘ave before doin’ this bu’ we’ll just go for it anyway.” He starts, giving a nervous and tipsy laugh. “Love,” You watch as he takes a deep breath, looking into your eyes. “We’ve been together for four marvelous years now. You’ve been by my side through so much and I wouldn’t be half as happy as I am if it weren’t for you.”

“Niall..” You whisper, thinking you knew where this was headed. You grip at his large hands tightly, staring into those blue eyes as he gives a small smile. 

“I’ve thought about this moment so many times the last year or so. Where I would do it, how I would do it. And then after I got the ring, I kept waking up every mornin’ beside you and just kept thinkin’ about how I could do it right then and there. How, watching you sleep so peacefully, just made me fall in love with you more and reassured me every mornin’ that you are who I want for the rest of me life.” You, at this point, at a couple of tears falling down your cheeks and no one in the entire room was making a sound. “I don’t really understand how I got so lucky to land such a beautiful, smart, loving, selfless and brave girl like you but I want to give you the world, for the rest of our lives. I want to give you the life that you deserve. So,” He releases one of your hands then and you give a small hiccup as he fishes around in his pocket a bit, a look of determination before his fingers finally clasp around the ring. “Y/N…” He sinks down to one knee. “Will you marry me?” 

“Oh, Niall…” You gasp, grinning down at him. “Of course I will.” You tell him and everyone breaks into cheers. “Now get off your bad knee before you hurt it again and kiss me.” You tug on his hands and he laughs, standing up. While everyone around you cheers and claps, he slides the ring onto your finger and then he meets your eye. He had a a tear or two sliding down his cheeks and his blue eyes were shining bright and glistening with more un-shed tears. “I love you, Niall.” He takes your face in his hands, clasping your cheeks in his palms and leans down to press a heated kiss to your lips. You wrap your arms around his torso, hugging yourself tightly against him. 

“Our little babies are engaged!” Suddenly there were three bodies enveloping the two of you, causing you to pull away from one another. “I can’ believe this. It’s abou’ time!” You laugh and look up at Harry who stood beside you, his arm across your shoulders, grinning at the two of you. 

“Great speech, lad.” Louis compliments from beside Niall, giving him a slap on the back. 

“Yeah, had me tearin’ up a bit, even.” Liam wipes at his eye a bit before everyone laughs and then leans in for one large group hug. The whole group then pulled away and began to laugh when Marry You by Bruno Mars began to play. 

“Shall we dance then, love?” The guys took a couple steps back from you as Niall grinned at you, holding his hand out towards you. You give a small, elated, laugh and rest your hand in his. He swings you around and pulls you into his chest. 

You had known for a long while, probably just a couple of months into the relationship, that Niall was who you were going to marry. It was always just an idea though, a far off and abstract thought that was now put into reality. Here you were planning your wedding to Niall and, while stressful, was the best time of your life. 

“Okay, but what about this one?” You ask, holding up a small square of fabric. The two of you were trying to decide on the tablecloths for the wedding reception but he was being no help. 

“It looks the same as this one.” He points towards the one you’d just put down on the table a second before and you sigh. 

“Niall, that one is cream, this one is eggshell.” 

“Aren’t they both just white?” He questions then, a look of pure confusion on his face. You actually give a small laugh at how adorable he looked before you grab for a third fabric swatch. 

“No,” You say, holding it up. “This is white.” He looked extremely confused then, his eyebrows creased together, his lips pursed together as he took in the three swatches. 

“Look the same to me.” He mutters but then looks up at you, and a small smile begins to creep up onto his handsome features. “Which one do you want? I like this one.” He points at the eggshell one and you can tell he simply chose that one to appease you. 

“Thank you.” You lean over, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The entirety of wedding planning had been going like this. Picking out dishes for the reception was a similar affair. He had picked up and examined each plate and glass before stating they looked the same. You pointed out how some had a bit different gold detailing than the others, the glasses for one were crystallized while the others were not. He had given you the exact same confused look before pointing to one but ultimately agreeing with whichever you chose. 

“How come you don’t really want much of a say in what we do for our wedding?” You asked him one night as you laid in bed. The two of you had been wedding planning all day. He had to leave to do interviews and a couple of shows the next day and would be gone for two weeks. The wedding was two months away so the two of you tried to cram in as much as you could today. There was planning the menu, went and made a gift registry, planned the final touches on the cake and started picking out what flowers the corsages and bouquets were to be made of. He had given some input but mostly let you make the final decisions once again. “Do you not care?” 

“Of course I do, love.” He pulls you close against his chest, kissing at the top of your head. “I jus’ want it to be exactly how you want it. ’m not one much for caring what flowers there are or what color the tablecloth is. You know that. So whichever is going to make you happiest is what is goin’ to make me happiest. This day being exactly how you want it to be and how you imagined it will make it the perfect wedding day for me. You happy and beside me is all I need.” His words brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile and press your lips to his. All conversation was over as he rolls over, his body pressing yours into the mattress and his tongue meets yours. 

“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” You say one day, sitting on the dining room table. You had papers strewn about before you. Plans, phone numbers, pictures, all sorts of things were placed upon them. The wedding was only a week away now and you were freaking out. You groan, pushing your fingers through your hair. 

“You didn’t forget anything, love.” Niall walks up behind you, his arms going around your shoulders and his nose pressing into your hair. He presses a soft and gentle kiss to your temple before pulling away. “Everythin’ is set to go and it’s goin’ to be perfect.” He assures you but when you still sigh and shake your head he begins pressing kiss after kiss to your cheek. They were sloppy, wet and loud kisses. 

“Niall!” You giggle, going to push him away from you but he continues for a few more moments before he pulls away, grinning. 

“You’ve done everything that needs to be done, I promise.” He assures you, taking a seat beside you. He takes your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. “Tomorrow you are goin’ to go get your hair and nails done, you’re gonna get all pampered and relax.” 

“I’m gonna miss you.” You grin over at him, seeing his matching grin. The two of you had decided to spend the week leading up to the wedding apart. The plans were finished now it was all about prep. He had one last fitting for his tux before he and the guys picked them up and he was going to have his hair trimmed. You had gotten your dress already, your bridesmaids had theirs. Everything was planned and in motion. 

“You’re the one who suggested this week apart.” He reminded you. “Somethin’ about building anticipation.” He playfully rolls his eyes but his grin remains. 

“It will make the moment we’re reunited that much sweeter.” You argue, reminding him of your reasons. 

“I know, love.” He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Jus’ gonna miss ya, is all.” He kisses you again. “Our wedding night sure will be somethin’ else though.” He gives you that smirk that almost always made you weak in the knees and you had to resist the urge to drag him to the bedroom right then. Last night and this morning you spent together, it sort of being a ‘one last time’ sort of thing. Much like the two of you did before he left for tour or something of the sort. You’d said your goodbyes in that manner already. 

“Don’t smirk at me like that.” You push his face away playfully as you both give a laugh. “I can tell what you’re thinking.” 

“Oh, you jus’ wait. It’s gonna be the perfect end to a perfect day.” He vows, kissing you again. 

Once he left that night, heading off to stay at Harry’s for the week, you packed a bag and headed off to your own friends house where you would be staying. The two of you were going to be having a girls week of relaxing pool side, getting your hair and nails done, a massage. After all of the stress of wedding planning, you needed this. Your wedding planner was on top of making sure everything was being done correctly and she assured you that it was okay to relax finally. 

You just wanted to marry Niall already. He was your perfect man and you couldn’t want to call him your husband. 

Never Gonna Happen

Enzo Amore/OC (smut): Despite his constant playful flirtations, you and Enzo have never been anything more than friends. After a drunken night at the club, and a questionable morning after, you learn how he really feels about you.

(This is my first fic on here, I’m so nervous but I hope you all really enjoy it! It ended up waaaay longer than I anticipated.)

Special thanks to @imaginingwwesuperstars for being super supportive and an all-around sweetheart, ily. <3

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Be My ♥ Color

a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx. Updates on Thursdays & Sundays. Any Filipino friends/readers wanna help me out :0 Michael being biracial I wanna have a little more substance to him. I’m hispanic so I have one side of him covered but its unfair to only depict that side. I’d love the input/help to give Michael all of his canon qualities ^^ pleaseandthankyou
summary:  Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
warning: He’s a mean one, Mr. Squip
w/c: ~3.1k
sincerely tagging:
@guns-and-squips (betabae); @mishaisakitten@fandomgeek34@theunidentifiedfangirl @gayrhodians @ka-rin7204 @nekothecatblog @binxi1031 @spilling-tea @loststardraws @green-llama @walkingcontadiction @purpledays9@bouquetofllamas@hacks-the-trash @spoiledbuni @angryhatefulcoffee-man @gum-and-chips @redhoodiehearts @icouldhaveabettername@bemoresquip@anxiouscassette @bigdumbpigeon @blind-duck@multiotp @cherry-chree@violentwonders @memejocksupreme@fruityfrootloops @optimisticweirdo@beafayette @bacongirl86@ho-tdogwater @cloudydoodle@treebrosofficial@hamilamstrash @artsietango @bellatrixmld@strawberrrylips @vermilion-blues @ 8955342113853211 @bellatrixmld @strawberrrylips @chessy-is-confused @treebrosofficial @cough-syyrup @imfeelingay

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“What do you mean we WON’T be doing a Midsummer Night’s Dream!” Christine groaned after being peeled off the ground and placed on a chair, holding  an ice pack someone had run to the nurse and got for her. She looked up at Mr. Squip then turned to Mr. Reyes who didn’t seem as bothered about all this as Christine.

“Mr.Squip and …the board suggested a slightly …different approach so we can attract more of a crowd this year.” He explained calmly.

Christine shook her head and slowly placed the ice pack aside. “What’s wrong with Shakespeare’s approach on theater!?”

“He’s DEAD, Canigula, let him go.” Mr. Reyes sighed, then slowly walked over to her and whispered. “The popular kids are going to be lending a hand, with them on board we have a chance of saving the theater!”

“But sir, since when does the theater sell out it’s morals like this?” She pressed one final time.

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How It Is Now - Part One

Request: @rose4958  Can you do a second part to ‘Teen Sam x teen reader’ where they are older and run into each other (Maybe just maybe the reader had gotten pregnant the last time they saw each other, before Sam left for good) and they still love each other, maybe they end up together. I also love your writing and thanks

This is a follow up to How It Was Before (read it first).

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: After twelve years you and Sam have a chance meeting that changes everything. Part 1 of 2(or 3).

Words: 1800+

Beta’d by: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: a little language, smut in future parts. 

Your name: submit What is this?


“Y/N”

Sam Winchester. You know his voice in a heartbeat, even after all these years since last hearing your name on his lips, it brings back a flood of memories long pushed to the deep recesses of your brain.

It’s not that you don’t think of him, but when you do it’s a shadow of a recollection, fuzzy around the edges. You wonder sometimes what’s real and what your brain just fills in to make things whole. For a long time, you turned every moment you spent together into painful memories. They were sharp little triggers that cut right to the quick every time. Even the sweet and good moments morphed into something agonizing.

But the pain faded long ago and perhaps you put on rose colored glasses when you think of him now. The two of you were just kids and that’s how you choose to recall him now, as lovely, gentle Sam who was always in awe of you.

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The Dress

Request for @velvetsceams

yOOO I SAW YOU WERE DOING REQUESTS AND I WAS WATCHING SAY YES TO THE DRESS AND I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WOULD DO AN IMAGINE WHERE DRACO GOES DRESS SHOPPING WITH YOU?!

Word count: 866 A/N: so sorry if this sux


“Draco, you know the groom doesn’t generally come to these things, right?” You asked as you walked hand in hand with your fiancé Draco Malfoy.

He shook his head in disregard. “I don’t care. You need someone to go with you. And all that ‘bad luck’ crap is bullshit.” You just shook your head with a small smile, knowing Draco wouldn’t let you go all alone.

Today you were going wedding dress shopping. Since most of your family is sick and your best friend had a family emergency at the last minute, you had planned to try on dresses alone. But Draco wouldn’t let you. He knew how excited you were deep down to find your wedding gown, and he didn’t want you to be by yourself. Something about it made your heart swell, but also made your roll your eyes, seeing as Draco was the most stubborn person you know.

You sneaked a glance at him as he walked. His hand was still tight in yours and he was gazing around curiously. He began to hum mindlessly. A wide smile broke out across your face. You couldn’t imagine marrying anyone more perfect.

As you approached the bridal shop, you started to fee a bit nervous. What if Draco didn’t like any of the dresses? You shook the thought from your head, reminding yourself Draco would find anything pretty on you. You got set up with a bridal consultant named Pippa, who led you into a room full of ivory racks.

There were hundreds of dresses, and you had no idea where to look. “Merlin”, you heard Draco mutter behind you. Pippa instructed you to pick out some gowns you like and meet her in the dressing room.

“Draco, go sit. I’ll be out soon and you can give me your input.” You smiled as he nodded and kissed your forehead gently. You quickly made your way through the racks, selecting a variety of colors and styles. To be honest, you really had no idea what you wanted yet, you just figured you’d know when you tried it on.

With Pippa’s help, you slid on your first dress. It was a creek colored fit and flare gown with a sweetheart neckline and a long train. It was glittery near the neckline and exaggerated your curves. As pretty as it made you look, you weren’t completely sure. You needed some input from Draco, though you weren’t sure it would be very helpful.

You felt butterflies in your tummy as you stepped out to where Draco was sitting. Momentarily forgetting to lift the train as you walked you nearly fell flat on your face. Your fiancé pretended not to notice and focused only on you. You nervously tried to read his facial expression as you stood in front of him, but you couldn’t. He was expressionless.

Finally, he spoke. “Y/N. You look-” his voice cut off momentarily, which worried you. “-absolutely gorgeous.” He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at his words. After all this time, four years of dating, he still had this affect on you. He still made you feel like it was your first date. And you loved him more than anything for it.

When you didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Do you love it?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You swallowed hard and gazed into the mirror in front of you. It was true that you looked very nice, but you just didn’t feel like you had imagined. Something was missing, but you couldn’t figure out what. “I- yes. It’s great, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t think this is it, Dray. Is that ok?” He just gave you a reassuring smirk, saying, “of course baby, this is about you.”

How had you gotten this lucky. Next, Pippa pulled a large dress off the rack that you remembered picking out. It was a ball gown style, your favorite as a young girl. She helped you get the large train and fabric on and something clicked within you. The dress was pure white, slightly puffy, had a lace torso and a sweetheart neckline. It just felt… perfect to you.

Not being able to form words, you simply gave a nod to Pippa, who opened the door and led the way to your fiancé. He had been talking to an employee when his voice went dead silent. You watched as his eyes ran over you and the dress, the smile on his face getting bigger every moment.

This time, you spoke before him. “Dray. This is it. This is my dress.” He just nodded. “I know, love. I know.” And suddenly you were sobbing, and he was holding you, and even Pippa got a little testy eyed. This dress just somehow felt right, like it was made for you, for the both of you.

He broke the noise by making a comment about how the dress was only slightly whiter than his hair, making everyone let out a little laugh. Suddenly, the world felt in balance. You were going to marry the man you love in the dress of your dreams.

BASS & BUBBLEGUM [POPSTAR!Y/N AU] - PART FOUR

++mobile masterlist +b&b masterpost

parts; (one) (two) (three) (four) (five) (six



summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.

word count: 3,594

warnings: none that i know of

author’s note: i like this series so far!!! but tbh this part felt so rushed im creasing at my badd grammar but anyways i feel like i made y/n into an asshole lol uhhhhh enjoy??!!?? (i still dont know how to end these things)


A good night’s sleep is what usually prevented you from short temper. When your management told you that you could have a five-month break from touring to write your songs for the next album, you were ecstatic. Especially since this meant you could sleep as long as you want on most days of the week.

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Off-Screen

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: Fluff

Here’s your order, miss.“ The lady at the counter said, catching my attention. With a quick thanks, I grabbed the three cup trays and the bag filled with food and headed back to my car. I hated being on lunch duty, it was a five mile drive from the studio and it always took forever, with the insane traffic, the waiting in line during the lunch rush. Then waiting for them to make it all, then checking to make sure it’s all correct. Lastly, I have to make it back with 11 drinks and a bag of food, with out spilling any of it. In stop and go traffic. Fun, right? If only.

The guard let me in without a second glance. At least he didn’t stop me, I’m already late. I park close to the door amd decide I’m going to have to make two trips, I grab the bag and two of the trays, leaving the third for later. I bump the door open with my hip, while trying to balance the trays. I drop the food on the snack table and run back out to my car. Once I get back in, everyone’s crowded around the table grabbing their order.
"Oh, good, there’s more, I thought you forgot my order.”

British accents are the best.

“N-no, I just couldn’t carry it all, sorry it took so long, lunch rush, and the traffic was crazy.” I stuttered, feeling bad.
“I told you it’d be faster to walk.” Followed by a hand being slung around my shoulder. I was one of the personal assistanton the Marvel set, I worked a few different jobs here.

They hadn’t started the actual filming yet, so I wasn’t as busy, just prepping. That’s why I was sent out for lunch.
“No it wouldn’t, the sidewalks are just as crowded, and plus I wouldn’t have been able to carry it all.”
“Hm, that’s true.”
“Of course it’s true, Mel, you really think I hadn’t thought of that.”
“C'mon we have to finish the last set, remember.” She pulled me along, towards the back where we had to finish one of the house-like sets.

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“Hey! Melissa! Dammit, now I have to go change.” She had flung paint at me, to get my attention. The walls were almost finished anyway, she could do it by herself.
I stated walking back to my car, before I realized that I didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, fuck. I really don’t want to walk around with paint all over me all day, not that it’s a big deal, I’m always covered in paint, but I hadn’t put my smock on yet, and this was my favorite shirt.

“Woah, what happened?” My head snapped up at the question that was obviously addressed towards me.
“I- uh-” I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t think straight, sometimes I wish I interacted with the actors more, maybe I’d be less shy.

“Shouldn’t you have a smock on?” Something clicked and I was able to form a sentence.

“I just got back from the lunch run, I didn’t have time to put it on. The girl I’m working with flung paint at me to get my attention.” I felt my face heat up and I knew I was red. He was obviously amused.
“Sebastian St-”
“Stan.” I finished for him, taking his outstretched hand.
“I know who you are. I work on your set, plus, you’re famous. Its kind of hard not to.” I state, feeling the blush come back.

I ramble when I’m nervous.

He smiled.
“Well, you know my name, it’s only fair that I know yours.”
“Oh- uh, my name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”
“I like that name.” I feel the blush coming back, so I look down and mumble a quiet thanks.

“Are you going to change?” He questions.
I blush even redder, this time from embarrassment.

“I-well, I forgot a change of clothes, so I really can’t.” I stutter.

He laughs again, his blue eyes filled with amusement.
“You could borrow one of my shirts, although you should put a smock on this time.” He smirks. My eyes widen.

“No no no, uhm no, thank you, it’s fine. I can deal, you don’t have to let me borrow your shirt. I probably won’t see you again soon anyway. I’m always busy and I rarely see the actors, unless we’re filming, because I work with the set and uhm…”
I trail off, realizing I’m rambling again.

“Hm, that does seem to pose a problem. You can just keep it. It’s fine.”
“No, no really I’m okay, I don’t need to steal your clothing.”

“How about we make a deal. I let you borrow my shirt. And since you insist that you can’t keep it and that you won’t see me, you give it back to me when we go out to dinner. Saturday at 8, sound good?” I’m at a loss for words.
I stand there gaping at him. He takes a pad and pen from the table I’m front of us, and I realize that we’re at his trailer. He writes out his name, phone number and the details and hands it to me, along with a maroon colored shirt. He smiles and ushers me into the bathroom to change. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds before stripping off my shirt and putting his on. It’s big on me, but that’s to be expected, I’m pretty small. I walk out with my shirt in hand and Sebastian takes it from me.
“Hey!”
“ I’ll wash this right now, and we’ll exchange shirts on Saturday. See you then, Y/N.” He says with a smirk ushering me out the door. I head back over to the set to finish cleaning up. This time I put a smock on, just in case. Mel did a great job finishing the wall, but left a mess for me to clean up.

After I finish cleaning, I look around for Mel and find the studio almost empty. I check the time and realize how late it got. I hop into my car and drive home.
God, it’s been a long day. When I get home I do my usual routine, eat, shower, brush my teeth, watch some TV, and go to sleep. I threw Sebastian’s shirt in the wash before I showered, so I wouldn’t forget.

We talked for five minutes tops, and he managed to organize a date. Honestly, that scared me. Was he always like that? I mean, was he just looking to hook up and I was an easy target? My mind was piling questions on top of each other and I couldn’t think straight. Eventually, it went blank and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The last three days of the week passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. I did my best to avoid, not just Sebastian, but the rest of the cast as well, which wasn’t too hard. When Saturday came around, I was all too happy to sleep until noon. The only problem was, Sebastian wanted to meet up.

I mean, he didn’t have my address, so I could just ignore the date and go about my life, right? I’d drop his shirt at his trailer, but what about my shirt? The familiar Star Wars theme played from my phone. I groaned and picked it up off the nightstand.

“Hello?” I answered, a bit hostile.

A deep chuckle sounded from the other side, followed by:
“Did I wake you up, Y/N? Sorry, I didn’t think you would still be sleeping. You never texted me, so I took it upon myself to get your phone number from that tech you’re always with, Melony, right? No, that’s not it.-”

“Melissa.”

“YEAH! That’s it. Thanks. So, about tonight. I wasn’t thinking fancy, you don’t look like that type of person. I was thinking maybe we could go out to that little diner in town and then head to my place for a movie?”

I hesitated. At least at the diner, there were other people. I didn’t know how to feel about being alone.
“Y-Y/N? Are you still there?”

“Oh- y-yeah I’m here.”

“You didn’t answer. I was talking to Mackie about it, he told me that he overheard you say something to his makeup lady about the diner.”

“Did everyone else give their input as well? What about Chris? He’s like your other half.” I know he couldn’t see me, but you could definitely hear the smirk in my voice.

“You know, Chris and I aren’t as attached as people think we are. Sure we’re close, but we’re not ‘I would die for you’ close. I mean I spend just as much time with Anthony.”

“I’ve noticed you spend time with Anthony. The diner sounds nice, and for the movie, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. It depends on how much work I have left to do.”

“Alright, be ready at 8, and text me your address. See you tonight, Y/N.”

“See you tonight.” I repeated, hanging up and going into my messages. I typed in my address and hit send. The work lie was an excuse. I really don’t know if I want to be alone with a man I just met, although its not like I don’t know who he is. You get the idea.

°°°

Knock knock knock

Shit.

I dropped my pen and grabbed my bag. I practically jumped over the back of the couch to reach the door.

“Are you ready for an adventure?”

“Sebastian, we’re going to the diner. Is that really considered and adventure?”

“Yup.” I sighed and followed him outside.

“I decided, since it’s a really nice day, that it would be nice to walk. It’s not too far. Two blocks. Do you mind?”

“Of course not.”

We walked in silence through the busy city, making sure to keep our heads down as to not draw attention. At the diner we were shown to our table and we ordered our drinks. The conversation stayed light as we talked about our jobs and the sheer contrast between the two. After dinner we took the streets once more, but instead of going to Sebastian’s house, we walked through the park, keeping the conversation flowing. We talked about everything from past to future.

By the time we left the park, it was already midnight. Sebastian walked me home and when we reached the door to my apartment he handed me my shirt and left me with a hug and a smile. I stepped in the door and locked it behind me, dropping the keys on the table. My shirt smelled like him and it made me smile. I put it back in my drawer where it belonged and my phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up and read a text that brought a smile to my face.

You up for date #2? Friday for coffee?

How To Change A Fuqboi (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2,917

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and suggestive content)

Originally posted by donewithjeon

How to Change a Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Boning and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)

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Step 1) Get acquainted*

Obviously, first you need to find him, that “Netflix and Chill” guy who thinks it’s cool to recycle pick up lines from pop songs, ask for “pics” within the first five messages of a conversation, and has the nasty little habit of borrowing his mom’s earrings. They’re everywhere, so really, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

You retrace your steps carefully, gaze glued to the ground. It has to be around here somewhere.

Of course the day you convince your father to let you wear your late grandmother’s silver bracelet, you’d go and lose it.

Maybe it’s along the path you take to your car. Maybe it’s back in your oceanography class. Maybe someone found it and…

Anxiety rips through your veins.

No, it has to be somewhere- you just need to remember where it fell off. Your feet stop carrying you forward as they reach the classroom, bracelet still nowhere to be seen. This is your last chance, so taking a deep breath to futilely fend off the disappointment and subsequent panic, you push open the door.

The professor has long since left and the next session, which you think might be a discussion class, probably won’t start for another half an hour, thus you are mildly surprised to find a student lounging in your exact seat, scrolling through messages on his phone, but also idly fiddling with a VERY familiar piece of fine jewelry.

“Hey!” the rude cry escapes your lips before you can stop it.

The boy looks up, immediately making eye contact and freezing you to the spot. Calling him attractive would do this masterpiece no justice. His muscular shoulders and arms fill out his black t-shirt beautifully, matched with a pair of perfect legs complimented by ripped jeans. And his FACE… his sultry eyes are partially hidden behind sun kissed bangs, hair messily parted slightly to the side in a way that makes it WORK and a jawline so sharp it could split thread.

However.

You immediately know what he is, the coil in your stomach makes it clear, a heartbreaker- nay, a fuck boy. You firmly believe in the live and let live policy, but after the last time, you don’t think you could handle another emotional roller coaster.

It’s almost painful to maintain his gaze, so you drop yours to your feet, voice wavering, “I’m sorry…I… I think that’s my bracelet.”

“Is it?” his voice is the auditory equivalent of tasting thick cake frosting and a smirk quirks the left corner of his lips upward.

“Yes,” you affirm, though sound anything but sure.

“How do I know you aren’t just trying to steal it?” he arches an eyebrow, pinching the bracelet between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for inspection.

You run your fingers through your hair, finding the courage to look at him again, half flustered, half frustrated, “It’s my grandmother’s. Please.”

“Well anyone could say that,” he shrugs, either doing a stellar job at feigning concern or actually (albeit stereotypically) breaking character by showing interest in something that isn’t related to his pleasure, sexual or otherwise.

“Then how can I prove it to you?” you know you sound desperate now, but what else can you do? That’s REAL silver he’s holding.

His smile widens until he’s flashing you a perfect set of pearly whites, “First off, you can tell me your name. I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

*Addendum: acquainted, not to be confused with “friendly” or “intimate.”

Step 2) Keep everything on your** terms

Conversations are, obviously, give and take, push and pull, but try not to lose ground whenever possible. Give a fuqboi an inch and they’ll shove it down your pants.

You waste no time answering his question and Jungkook bobs his head in acknowledgement, a rich hum leaving his throat before he replies, “Alright, nice to meet you. Why don’t you come take a seat so we can talk?”

His suggestion is friendly, innocent enough, and he hasn’t tried anything so far, but hesitation still laces your movements. The seat is cold against your skin, thighs slightly exposed as your skirt settles awkwardly. You pull at the hem, trying to save your decency, cheeks burning for reasons you can’t fathom (or choose not to), voice hoarse, “Can I have my bracelet now?”

“Do you have proof yet?” his tone is teasing.

“Touché,” you sigh, glancing at the clock. Twenty five minutes.

“I think I should keep it safe until I’m sure,” the coyness in his tone is nauseating, “We could-”

On an impulse, tired of this bullshit song and dance, you lurch forward, making a desperate grab for the prize, but Jungkook seems to be one step ahead of you as he, in one motion, collects the silver chain and hides it in his fist.

“Ah, getting antsy are we?” he chuckles. Yes, chuckles. You attempt to withdraw immediately, cheeks coloring, but he catches your wrist with his free hand, “Maybe I won’t think about it so hard if you, say, give me a kiss?”

Jungkook doesn’t fight as you pull away like he’d burned you. It’s not a secret that you REALLY want that bracelet; yet you have NO idea where those lips have been. If you’d been friends- heck, if you had known the guy for more than five minutes, it would have been a POSSIBILITY, but you’d only met… well okay, seven minutes ago.

Still, what other options are available? You can’t really ask a third party for help because as much as you hate it, he’s right. You’ve got NO proof that the bracelet is yours. Jungkook has all the cards and he knows it. The worst part is, he probably knows you know he knows it.

“What if we start by exchanging numbers?” you offer, tearing your gaze away from his hand to force a smile at his face.

His amused grin easily sinks back into a cocky half-smirk, “Sure. Give me your phone and I’ll take care of everything.”

“What? So you have my phone AND my bracelet?” you can’t help yourself.

Jungkook leans forward a bit, resting his cheek against the heel of his palm, sharp gaze boring into your eyes, “Verses giving you my phone and risk letting you hold it hostage until I give you the bracelet?”

He has a point.

With a guttural sound of uncomfortable irritation, you pull the device from your pocket and thrust it at him.

“Thanks babes,” the pet name rolls off of his tongue easily and Jungkook wastes no time slipping his number into your contact list and shooting himself a text. The audacity of some people… well, at least it’s on your terms, not his.

Twenty more minutes-

The door opens, shattering the illusion of isolation. You startle subtly, turning to glare at your newest companion and the fresh hell that’s sure to ensue, but you’re genuinely surprised to find a middle aged woman toting a rolling backpack behind her.

“Hello, professor,” Jungkook gives a chipper greeting that grates on your nerves.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” she gives him a smile of acknowledgment before turning on the projector and setting up her computer.

I guess you were a little off on your estimation of thirty minutes.

Your gaze flits to where you know the piece of fine jewelry lies, which is still secured tightly in his fist, “Please, Jungkook. Just give me the bracelet.”

The smallest amount of hope blossoms in you that, in front of his teacher, he may show mercy. But it dies immediately as he slowly shakes his head, tapping his cheek, “Only if you give me a kiss. Doesn’t even have to be on the lips.”

Shameless.

“No,” you insist, standing. “I guess I better leave then.”

“Oh c’mon,” Jungkook practically whines, though the amusement is still heavily present in his expression, “Don’t be like that…”

Without another word, you take your leave, deciding that as long as the bracelet is “safe” with him, you’ll be able to live with it; but for course, only until you figure out how to steal it back.

**Clarification: not “YOURS” exactly, but he should not have complete control of the situation.

Step 3) Don’t fall for his silly*** tricks

These often include but are not limited to intensive verbal flirting, lingering touches, and intentionally prolonged eye contact.

It takes less than ten minutes for your phone to light up with the first text message.

jKoOk OppA: miss ya arleady babes~

It seems as if autocorrect can’t even cover up his douche-ness, though the contact name he input is enough to force a shudder run down your spine.

Me: …?

jKoOk OppA: [(1) Attachment]

Your lips purse in concentration as you contemplate not opening it. With the kind of guy he is, there’s no telling what it could be. Then again, he’s in class so there’s a very limited amount of damage he could do.

Your thumb presses down with only mild hesitation and a picture pops up of your dangling silver bracelet. You sigh in relief. Okay, maybe he’s blackmailing you- or is it blackmailing? He’s holding a piece of YOUR property hostage and demanding… demanding what? This far, a kiss, but that was a joke, right?

Whatever the case, it could be much, much worse and you decide that MAYBE he deserves a chance. After all, he hasn’t done anything TOO bad. Yet. So you decide to play along with his little game for now because what’s the harm?

Me: Did it really have to be “oppa?”

jKoOk OppA: yess ;)

And of course you just really, REALLY want your bracelet.

A few days pass, during which you fervently try to keep the conversation going in order to get this boy’s approval, but the only progress you seem to make is finally changing his contact name. Jungkook just seems to be interested in flirting (big surprise), but stays somewhat on topic by sending you pictures of your stolen possession every day.

This morning, you even get him in the shot, lips pursed, one eyelid dropped in a wink, and this thoughtful message attached:

Kook Boy: mayb you could retrun the favor today??? ;)))

You decide to not grace him with a response, but you can’t help the stupid smile that pulls at your lips. Okay, at this point you can’t deny the fact that you like the attention and sometimes humor him by flirting back. Jungkook always says (or types, as you haven’t really spoken since meeting him because, no matter how long you wait, he seems intent on not showing up for his class on time) the right things, making you blush. And obviously, he’s HOT, for lack of better words.

But the thought that he’s probably saying those very things to ten other girls, making them blush too, is always present at the back of your mind. You’re not special. He just happens to be holding something of value hostage. For all you know, that’s his strategy and…

This argument has been running your mind in circles for about sixteen hours straight now, interrupted only by your sad attempt at four full hours of sleep. It’s so distracting that you use it as today’s excuse to not pay attention to the oceanography lecture, taking precedence over worrying about that essay you’ll need to power through tonight in order to turn it in tomorrow morning.

It would be so easy jut to give in to his demand. A single kiss, “not even on the lips,” and the bracelet would be yours, but then you’d have no reason to talk to him- unless you’d be willing to break your “no more fuck boys” rule.

This seems simple enough, but you deserve better.

It is around this metaphorical mental lap that your phone decides to give off that special vibration, the three staccato hums that you set specifically for THAT number.

Your hands shake as you reach for the device to subtly glance at the message below the desk.

Kook Boy: Hey babes, wassup??? ;D

Me: Boooored in class ;-; wbu?

Kook Boy: ^^ thinking…

Me: About what??

Kook Boy: :’)

Me: Mmmm I’ll take a guess. Me?? lol

Kook Boy: Maaaaybe

Me: Good thoughts? O_O

Kook Boy: [(1) Attachment]

“But he’s already sent me the hostage picture of my bracelet…?” is exactly the line of thought that indirectly leads to you dropping your phone with the loudest fucking clatter ever, interrupting your teacher’s carefully designed powerpoint about tide cycles, and exposing the dick pic to the entire class.

Any affection you might have had for Jungkook is instantly wiped away in a flood of adrenaline and an avalanche of humiliation.

You scramble to pick up the device, but the damage has already been done. The people immediately around you are audibly smothering laughter or blatantly showing looks of disgust. The only thing that saves the dregs of your dignity is the fact that you’re sitting near the middle of the room and the professor can’t see the screen, though he does cast a glance of irritation in your direction.

Once the phone is back in your pocket, you bury your face in your arms, wanting to die.

You’re so put off by the entire situation that you fail to notice both the class ending and everyone exiting the room. The only thing that draws your attention out of the bottomless vortex of slight self hatred and complete loss of faith in humanity are the three short vibrations.

For whatever ungodly reason, you decide to look at the new message.

Kook Boy: lololol sorry beb wrong person~~

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, he confirms your suspicions that there ARE other girls and holy fuck he’s sending them dick pics.

You feel physically sick, bile threatening to rise up your throat.

Judging by his lack of appearances over the past couple of weeks, you take solace in the thought that at least you won’t have to face him. But then, as if SIMPLY to prove you wrong, the door opens and life delivers you one last, stinging kick in the ass. Jungkook strolls in leisurely, like he hadn’t just mortified you beyond repair. Then again, he has no idea.

“Oh! Hey babes,” he gives you a thousand watt smile, voice lacking emotions that normal people would probably feel after sending a misplaced text, such as embarrassment or regret.

That look on your face… I’m not sure if it’s annoyance or humiliation, but either way the only thing you want to do is melt into your seat. Maybe the floor too, whatever it takes to disappear.

He sits next to you, dumping the relatively empty backpack at his feet and adjusting the unbuttoned collar of his blue shirt with tacky, dark blue pineapples printed all over it.

You hate him and his low neckline, sun kissed hair, and cocky smirk.

Much to your irritation, heat pools in the pit of your stomach and you do the only natural thing. You stand, haphazardly gathering your belongings in your arms, and briskly say, “You know what? Just keep the damn bracelet.”

Jungkook’s expression immediately falls into one of shock, “Babes, what are you-?”

Your words get high pitched with exasperation, “Do you even know my name?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what is it?” your tone is nothing less than venomous, and rightly so.

His fingers rake through his hair, “S- no… Ch…”

“You DON’T know,” you accuse, more angry at yourself for knowingly wasting your time than at him.

“Is this about the picture?” he sounds more confused than anything.

“Yes- no- it doesn’t matter! You were just using me. For what? I don’t know, but I also don’t care. Have a good life, Jungkook. Don’t worry about texting me anymore,” you are prepared to shoulder your way past the door, but once again, his intoxicating voice stops you.

And this time, it’s only two words, spoken in a tone that thoroughly perplexes you: sorrow.

“Wait, please.”

***Definition: Silly, in this case meaning less than savory, but often presented as suave or sincere.

Step 4) Give up and realize that he’ll never change****

You don’t turn to face him, instead simply listening to his next actions. Jungkook unzips his backpack and rises, walking toward you. He stops at a respectable distance, but is still close enough to suggest the smallest amount of intimacy.

The boy gently takes one of your hands, guiding it away from your books, turning it so that your palm faces up. Into it, he drops something cold, tearing your eyes away from the hallway, your route of escape to find the silver bracelet.

He clears his throat, “Here… I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Your fingers close around the metal chain and you decide that one last glance will be okay. Jungkook’s brown eyes easily meet yours and a small, sad smile slides onto his lips. Without another word, you slowly pull away and let the door close between you.

It takes several therapeutic hours of walking around campus aimlessly for you to come to a decision, but you eventually gather enough courage to take out your phone.

The device seems to weigh a metric ton and your fingers feel stiff as you type, but somehow, you manage to complete the message, giving one last, self-affirming nod before hitting the send button.

Me: I forgive you.

****Correction: he’ll never change, unless HE wants to.

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A/N: So there’s a 75% chance I’d do one of these for each of the members if people want to read it.

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Request: Hi could I request a story where reader really likes the idea of having wings so Gabriel snaps up some angel wings for them and their wings start giving signals that gets Gabriel kinda flustered, fluff or smut I don’t care as long as there’s a lot of it. Also your guys blog is awesome! I’m obsessed with it keep up the good work! :)

Request: Hello, dears! I’ve been having a pretty crappy week packed full of exams, so here’s my request: Gabriel x reader that’s just pure fluff. Cuddling, tickles, wing kink, the whole nine yards. Please and thanks! :*

Request: Can we get Babe so cute Gabriel x Reader fluff?? Like the purest fluff possible. like cotton candy sweetness fluff

Warnings: wing!kink, lots of fluff, no smut

Word Count: 1540

Author: Gwen

Gender: Female

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Some action movie with cars played on the motel T.V. screen, but despite those being your favorite your eyes remained on the archangel sitting next to you on the ripped couch. His shoulders were relaxed as a smile made itself at home on his already charming face. He was leaning forward, elbows on knees, and it making you wonder if it was because of his wings or if he was just really interested in the movie.

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Wild Turkey Woman

Summary: Killing time and liquor in a hotel room with Dean.
Pairing: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 1420
Warnings: Language, drinking, sexy times, implied smut. 
Challenge: @winchester-writes’s Birthday Drinking Challenge; my prompt was Wild Turkey and, “Why is it I only drink this when I’m with you?” as well as @chaos-and-the-calm67‘s Milestone Challenge, wherein my prompt was “Have You Ever Really Love A Woman” by Bryan Adams, as well as the gif at the bottom of the fic. 

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Okay…let’s get started with my review on the latest chapter of The Freshman Book 3…Kaitlyn lovers, I’m sorry, but I’m about to let loose on this bitch. This will be a long post…

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So…we’re still at the concert with that big ass brawl happening. MC acting all helpless and shit and keeps getting pushed around. Zig, my baby, gets her up and out of the club. MC locks eyes with Kaitlyn, as a signal or something, basically letting each other know that they’ll meet outside. I’m thinking she’s gonna come to MC and ask her if she’s okay but then this bitch does this


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AA !! THIS WAS SO NICE TO DO IM 10/10 THERE FOR BROTHERLY LOVE AND SAERAN WITH KIDS BEAM ME UP!!!

Prompt 60: ” You’d be a great dad. ”
Brotherly love with Saeran and Saeyoung



“ Im gonna get ‘cha!! ”
Saeyoung couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he watched his twin chase all around the playground after the two kids, going slow enough to let them think they were winning— Yet still grabbing for them here and there as a tease. The kids enjoyed it, and kept calling Saeran ” old ” and ” Grandpa See-Ran. ” as they ran as fast as their little legs could take them. It made him happy.
MC had to run to the store to grab some things for dinner, so to keep the kids busy him and Saeran decided a trip to the park would keep the mini-twins out of too much trouble for a awhile. Then again his youngest boy, by seven minutes funny enough, was found eating pine chips under the slide; Certainly is his fathers son, Eh? Regardless, Besides that incident– Its been relaxing to lay back and let someone else chase those two till their little heart desired. He never understood how something so small could have so much energy. The sound of his son whining pulled his attention towards where they group was, The boy was rubbing his knees as he cried softly to himself in the sand; He must have fallen. Before Saeyoung had the chance to spring into super hero action, His brother had beaten him to it. He sat back down to watch how this would play out.

“ Hey, You’re okay. Just a scratch, See? ” Saeran slowly crouched down to the boys level and used his hand to sweep off the dirt from the scrape, to which he regretted right away seeing that his nephew instantly whimpered and recoiled away from him. It wasn’t bad nor bleeding, just a little friction burn. Yet the boy was still blubbering as he looked towards his older twin; who was rolling his eyes dramatically in his brothers direction, Most likely upset playtime was halted.

“ Hurts.. ”
He stared down at his knee and nearly started to cry again, but his father’s whistling pulled him out of it. Saeyoung tossed a bag in Saeran’s direction as soon as he looked, which he had caught with ease. Inside he searched for the tiny little med kit MC always carried around in the pack. He found it at the bottom and plucked a tiny red bandaid from it– The boys eyes seemed to light up instantly when he saw the “ healing sticker ” as he called it.

“Nah, This’ll make it feel better in no time bud.”
He stuck the bandaid onto his nephews knee rather sharply, causing the kid to flinch— But he ruffled his hair with a comforting smile right afterwards; the mini-saeyoung looked up with a toothy grin as he giggled softly at the action. Saeyoung told both the boys no more running after that, despite their desperate pleas, telling them to play on the ship-slide combination for now while ’ Unkie Saeran ’ takes a break for a bit. They didn’t want to, But Saeran told the two he’d tell mommy about eating the pine-chips over her dinner if they didn’t listen to their father. To which the tiny twins sprinted off rather quickly to play by themselves, afraid of his small threat. Saeyoung smiled warmly at his brother as Saeran made his way towards the bench, rolling his eyes towards the red head in a similar manner that the kids had done to each other beforehand. Saeran plopped down with a grunt onto the bench, incredibly exhausted from all this running around he’s done today. He truly thinks he’s lost weight with all this exercise recently. But his ankles are killing him..
“ Your kids are a handful; You know that? ”
Saeran hastily rubbed his temple to rid himself from the headache that had found him from over exuberating today.

“ Ha, Trust me— I know. ” Saeyoung laughed heartily at his brothers distress. Children were so difficult, yet rewarding in the same breath. He wouldn’t give up his achy legs and the trouble that follows his kids for the world. Its just what adds to the fun of being a dad.

“ The feeling in my legs reminds me of why I never want to be a dad.. ” Saeran turned to rubbing his legs through his jeans now, they were most likely as incredibly sore as he says they are; since him and the kids have been running all over the place for nearly the past hour or so. Saeyoung knows that feeling all too well. But he didn’t agree with his brothers words.

“ But you’d be a great dad. ” His twin seemed rather surprised at his words, but continued rubbing his legs and ankles without input. Leaving the two in somewhat comfortable silence before Saeran decided to speak up.

“ You think I could do that? Handle kids I mean. You of all people should know i’m not exactly the softest person in the bunch. ” Saeran surprisingly spoke up after a few moments of silence, he’s never really replied to his brothers comments like that before. So this was a first. With the way he replied, Saeyoung couldn’t help but wonder if his brothers thought about this before.

“ I think you could do it. You say you’re not soft, But you make the little ones pretty happy when you’re around. They do love you. ” Saeyoung smiled softly at his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, causing Saeran to groan in annoyance at the touch. He didn’t want his brother getting all sappy on him now.
“ Soft as a marshmallow! ”
His brother turned to ruffling his hair, which still had slight white flares hidden away inside it, in memory of when it really was all marshmallow color. Saeran pushed his hand away with a glare that could kill a man; but he couldn’t hide the tiny twitch that appeared in the corner of his lips.

It was something to think about.

Never before in his life had he thought of having kids. He didn’t even really enjoy them until his brother and MC started to have a couple. He slowly found himself growing attached to the two trouble makers even if he didn’t intend for that to happen. It just did. And he loved his nephews. Even if they tease him, Saeyoung was right. They loved him. Would his own child love him like that? Becoming a father is a big step up from uncle.

Before they got the chance to delve into the idea, One of the kids began screaming at the other forcefully; Causing Saeyoung to groan loudly as he stood from the bench– stretching his hands above his head to get back into the swing of things.
“ Thats my calling card. ”
Saeran couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. To which his brother repaid with a soft smile before sprinting off to where the two boys were, crawling up the child size slide to enter into the tiny space room the two were in. He must have surprised the kids as they both yelped when they saw their father crawling grudge style into their hideout.

Saeran felt warm all of a sudden. But this time he didn’t try to push the feeling away. Seeing his brother with his own kids; Maybe he could have that one day.
He wanted to have that one day.
Eyes That Know

Summary: The reader is a rock star with heavy addiction issues.  Sam is a former rocker who has been to rehab and been sober for a number of years.  When the two meet at a party sparks fly and they fall into a romance.  After losing one girlfriend to addiction, Sam can’t do it again and makes the reader choose between him and her drugs.  

Author: revwinchester

Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Jimmy Novak, Ruby, Amelia Richardson

Word Count: 5697, including lyrics (which are italicized throughout)

Warnings: talk and use of soft and hard drugs, implied prostitution, cocaine overdose, major character deaths, mention of minor character death, mental illness - specifically addiction, anxiety, and depression, all the angst.  Also, one of the character deaths could be read as suicide - though it’s not intended to be one - and the song lyrics mention the historical suicide of Vincent Van Gogh.

A/N: This ended up being for two challenges and it is the angstiest thing I have ever written.  I cried while I wrote it.  First, @nichelle-my-belle is hosting Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge and my prompt was “if you kill all my demons, my angels might die too.”  I was looking for a song to frame the fic when @thing-you-do-with-that-thing announced the SPN Anti-Valentine’s Challenge and I saw one of the prompts was “Josh Groban - Starry Night,” which is a cover of Don McLean’s “Vincent,” a song I absolutely love.  You can bet I snapped that one up real quick! Click on each of the links to head to youtube for two different versions of the song.  They are so different but each are beautiful in their own right (though, if you’ve never heard it before, I recommend you start with the original).

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taekook rec: april 2017

paint me in faded purples and blues by cherryjjk

jeongguk and taehyung get more than they bargain for when attempting a simple luck spell.

or, taekook fuck up and accidentally make an aphrodisiac.

if you love me, let me go by buttstrife

They’re alone in Jungkook’s bedroom. There’s a song playing faintly from the speakers of Jungkook’s phone. The lyrics go like this: Oh, my heart hurts so good. I love you, babe, so bad, so bad.

Taehyung is his love, his best friend, his soulmate – Jungkook is sure of it.

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Carrots

A/N: Okay so, I can’t remember who requested this. So here ya go, some Connor fluff!!!!!!! I personally didn’t like this, but I’m posting because a few friends said it’s good. Thing is, I haven’t written in a long LONG time - well, not in english -, so I fear my writing might be a bit rusty and the style might differ from the first half of the fic. Plus, I want to say that this fic is silly. Very silly. Anyways, as I said prior, our next boy might be JayJay aka Jacob. There’s a request for Altaïr and La Volpe regarding this AU; also one for the name of your soulmate written on your wrist. I might do this one with either Arno or Ezio? I’m kinda leaning more towards Arno tbh *Arno sucker*

Special thanks to @miss-t0mboy for being so lovely as to offering herself as my beta reader!

Your name: submit What is this?

You idly watched the market, mostly sailors carrying crates moving hurriedly in front of your family stand, sighing in defeat. There were people, yes; but not even near to the most busy hours. It was early, way too early to be on your feet — but your dad explained, more than once, that today was the day scheduled for mercantile ships to come back to the Boston harbor and unload whatever it was that they carried. It was a busy day, a day for trades, you kept reminding yourself…

But what you didn’t understand was the necessity your dad felt to be the first to arrive at the market. “The early bird catches the worm”, your mother had said.

Yeah, sure. But what if the bird was so early the worms weren’t even up yet?

You stifled a yawn, placing more apples on the wooden stand, hoping to catch everybody’s attention — not because your family stand was one of the three or four within working hours, but because the quality of your products had to stand out. Your mother talked in a chirpy voice, luring customers in as the morning carried on rather slowly. You smiled dreamily, eyeing the sailors curiously when they passed by.

You were anticipating. Your mark itched every time you thought about it, about the possibility of meeting your soulmate. Most of your friends had found their partners — even Catelyn, that unbearable girl with the upturned nose to everything and everyone around her. Was destiny playing with you? You had heard tales about others who hadn’t been able to find their soul mates, or missed the chance… what if you were to become one of them?

Sighing, you thought it was just foolish. There was no you way you weren’t going to notice it. Those words had long found a place in your mind, marking your heart and refused to leave, even late into the night when you couldn’t sleep; despite their… oddness.

“Sweetheart” your dad called for you, interrupting your thoughts, voice slightly out of breath “can you help me with these?” he pointed to the crates still inside the battered wooden cart.

Your dad was an easy man to smile to — so you did, sighing softly afterwards. “Right away.”

You went towards the cart, groaning in pain as your dad passed you a wooden crate filled to the brim with carrots. God, he was giving you the carrots! “I feel like you always give me the heaviest ones, father” you joked, turning around to fill the stand once more.

“You know me so well, Y/N” he said humorously at you.

You walked awkwardly towards the main street — it’d be easier to fill the stand from there —, legs wobbly and eyes unable to see much more than carrots and the top of people’s heads. You groaned under the weight of it and right before you reached the front stand a sailor passed by you, pushing your shoulder rather briskly to make way — and that was enough to make you lose balance.

Not wanting to fall down and stain your clothes because honestly, Boston’s filth was so damn hard to scrub off of anything, you let go of the crate and watched as it unceremoniously dropped to the floor.

And now this, you thought rather bitterly, kneeling and doing your best not to stain the light color of the gown, you tried to gather the spilt vegetables — your mother was too busy selling to a woman who looked like a maid. She gave you a pointed look, as if asking if you were alright and you waved a hand back at her from your position.

I believe you dropped a few carrots” a soft voice came from behind and your head shot up “Do you need help?”

Shit.

You whipped your head back, eyeing the man from toes to head and spit out the first thing that came into your head.

Wow, you’re big.”

The man was, indeed big, but you hardly doubted that this was a polite thing to say to someone offering help. The next thing you noticed was the slightly darker tone of his skin — a native, in Boston? — and the way he folded his hands in front of his body. He had shoulder-length dark hair, the upper half of it tied back and big brown eyes — that now were wide. 

His attire was nothing like you’ve ever seen before, a mixing between the usual native clothing you were able to identify by the tales of travelers and something else you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. The stranger frowned, and you noticed he had freckles, casting his eyes downwards to his wrist and then back to your face as a sheepish smile appeared in your lips.

“I— my apologies, but—“ the man stuttered as you got up in a hurry, doing your best to beat the dust off of your apron.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” you chirped, nearly knocking the native down, ignoring the looks from a few passerbies, the excitement taking over you before the decency and common sense called you donw “I do… believe you’ve said my words, sir, but… They’re awfully simple, you see, so I just want to make sure that…” God, you’ve waited for this moment for so long that you never wondered how things would go once they’ve actually said it.

“Yes, I… believed you have said mine as well, I—“ he blushed, clearly flustered at his lack of words. “Can you tell me your name?”

[REVIEW] EVERYTHING YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE BUYING
CUBE I7 STYLUS

Cube i7 Stylus is a 10” Windows 10 tablet that I just bought for portable light sketching and painting purpose. It’s affordable with the price tag of $300. There are many things I like about this product while it has MANY, MAJOR FLAWS. Here I will report everything I discovered so far.

1) DISPLAY

  • IPS type panel with wide view angle. Standard-gamut with horrible color space coverage of 67% sRGB, 46% AdobeRGB. Cuts off around the far ends of green, blue, purple and red areas. Not so much for yellow and orange.
  • Very bright backlight. 400cd/m^2 at max. No flicker at low brightness level. 120 cd/m^2 is at about 30%.
  • White point 6600K, decent but still cooler than ideal.
  • Tone Response Curves look very good. Almost dead straight.
  • Average deltaE is merely 0.17. This is kinda amazing, it explains the straight TRC performance described above. Despite its small color space coverage, whatever it can display, it displays them super accurately. You don’t really need to calibrate it. As a result, it produces not rich, but very clean color, leaving me the impression of Microsoft Surface Pro 4, even though the SP4s have nearly perfect screens. You might want to be careful not to use extremely saturated color when drawing, because it cannot reflect those.
  • It’s glossy, super reflective!

2) PEN & TOUCH

  • Wacom Penabled display. The same technology of the old Cintiq line. Compatible with a zoo of weird pens!
  • Original stylus has 1 side switch. I use my Cintiq 18SX’s 2 switch stylus (THE BEST OF ALL. Model: UP911E-02DD, available on Amazon.).
  • Original stylus has 1024 level pressure sensitivity. My trusty 18SX stylus has 512, but you won’t tell the differences. They both worked well enough.
  • The display surface is a bit slippery. Use Wacom felt pen nibs to increase friction.
  • Fujitsu 10 point touchscreen. Works better after the removal of the included screen protector sheet (it has bubbles under it -_-). It doesn’t cooperate with Wacom’s stylus – no hard-wired palm rejection. Windows 10 can do this for you – search in Cortana for “Pen Settings”, check “Ignore touch input when I’m using my pen”. To turn it off completely, in Device Manager, disable “HID-compliant touch screen”.
  • GNU/Linux wise, under Ubuntu 16.04.1, 1 of 2 side switches of my 18SX stylus would not function. No dice with xsetwacom and xinput. When stylus and touch both activated at the same time system locks up for a while. I’ve reported this to linuxwacom project.

3) SPEED & STORAGE

  • It call itself i7, but it’s a dirty trick. It actually has Core m3-6Y30, 4GB RAM, HD Graphics 515. I feel no slowdown at all when drawing an A3 300dpi picture in Krita.
  • Foresee 64GB M.2 SSD. It reads like a rabbit and writes like a turtle. Boots up system in a flash, but when Windows 10 is undoing updating itself, you can feel that writing queue is lining up straight to Uranus.
  • Has a MicroSD card slot. Storage space is not an issue.

4) OTHER STUFF

  • 3 hours + under stress running time, at 30% brightness level (120cd/m^2). Lasts forever when browsing webpages. Gets red hot when you are both charging and running 3Dmarks9000 on it.
  • Power adapter not included in the official package list. At least not in China where its produced. Some 3rd party distributors includes one though. DC 12V 3.5x1.35mm jack. Good luck finding that! In China you must give them 5/5 and put up photos on the distributor’s online shop to get an adapter. I scavenged an adapter from a dead router and gave them 2/5. Bastards. (When I was writing this report, they phoned me about sending me one for free anyway.)
  • 1 USB Type-C connector. You may charge it through this connector, but your charger must have 5V2A standard USB power output to do that. QuickCharge(QC) devices and alike are not guaranteed to charge it unless their non-QC, conventional mode can output 2A. Also, it seems to charge only when you plug it in after the machine is booted into the system. If you connect its USB-C before turning it on, it might not boot. USB-C connect does not support startup disk.
  • No documents, no tech support, no drivers on website Not even on the Chinese version. They are serious about national equality here. No. Quickstart Guide does not count as a legit piece of document. The Recovery ISO is hosted on a 3rd party, Chinese equivalent of dropbox as a dodgy .rar file like a p0rn video. Very unprofessional. If you are going to install Windows anew, you’ll need to find your own drivers. (Search for: Intel Driver Update Utility / Wacom Feel Driver / Realtek High Definition Audio Driver)
  • The keyboard is detachable. In tablet mode it feels very light weight to be hold in one hand. Unlike Cintiq 13HD, this one I can use for a long time without having sore in my arms. The keyboard itself is very well made too. The whole frame is cut out from a piece of metal, probably steel. No squeaking sound. Super steady. Very heavy. Holds up the screen nicely. Definitely one of the best in this size.
  • Touch pad has major usability issues. Instead of using software to handle the gestures, it seems to embed the gesture recognition in the hardware and send out keyboard signals when it thinks your movement is a gesture. Very easy to misfire commands like minimize all windows, zoom, swipe and task view. There is no way you can turn it off. Just don’t let your fingers go near its edge.
  • The earphone jack packs a punch. The audio chip is the infamous Realtek ALC283. This crap has no right to drive my Etymotic ER4B loud (you monster!). But it did! At only 25% of the volume, too! Did they bother to put an amp chip in it? It sounds quite musical for a cheap tablet, too! I have to write about this. What a strange breed of product we got here. XD
  • Has 2 cameras, each on both sides. The sensors are OV2680 and OV5648, controlled by intel Imaging Signal Processor 2500. They are absolutely crap. You got nothing but noises. Probably not good enough to provide evidence of a crime scene. :P
  • Audio jack and power adapter jack look exactly the same. I often plug the power adapter connector into the audio jack. Although it doesn’t bring any danger because of the structure, it still makes me like an idiot.

Wow what a piece of crap! But at the end of the day, it’s better than nothing! XD”

Just joking. Despite all those problems, I still love this product. It’s very well built and doesn’t feel cheap at all. Nothing top-notch but all good enough for my target purpose - portable sketching. At the price of $300, I consider my money well spent.

But still, I DO NOT RECOMMEND IT FOR NON-TECH ARTISTS. You must know how to deal with its atrocities. Otherwise, YOU GONNA HAVE A BAD TIME, KID.