so many books and i want to red every single one of them

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown

Penelope

Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.

           Baz.

           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”

 ***

           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.

 ***

           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

Kiss

Summary: You severely misinterpret Bucky’s intentions during your weekly movie night.

Author’s Note: Written for @oneshot-shit‘s Valentine drabbles, with the given prompt “kisses.” This was too cute to pass up. This was taken from a post I saw on here a while ago, and if anyone has the link and can send it to me so I can give credit, that would be nice of you! Tags below the cut.

Words: 668

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

“It’s a holiday invented by greeting card companies to earn money and make single people feel like shit.”

Bucky snorted from his place in the kitchen, digging through cabinets and the refrigerator. You heard the sound of wrappers and bags as he made his way toward the living room, arms laden with snacks as you scrolled through the Netflix queue, trying to find anything that didn’t look like the cover of a Nicholas Sparks book. Bucky sank into the couch next to you, making you jostle as he arranged everything for your weekly movie night. “I used to love Valentine’s day,” he said, taking a long drink from his glass. “I always had a date.”

“Of course you did,” you grumble, not looking at him. Still scowling, you groan aloud as you hit the ‘Romantic Comedies’ section of Netflix. Bucky opens one of his many snack bags, his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “Must be nice to always have somebody who wants to kiss you. I don’t even care about the chocolate and flowers, I just think it’s dumb that there’s one day a year dedicated to showing someone you love them when, really, you should be doing it any other day of the year too-”

You continue to ramble, finally reaching a category that isn’t centered around romance movies, not realizing that you’ve started leaning into Bucky’s side. Not that either of you would point it out or minded; this happened more often than not, the two of you snuggling together while the screen flickered with the choice of the week.

Last week, Bucky had chosen Lilo and Stitch and Pulp Fiction. With it being your turn, Bucky was fully prepared to sit through a romantic film. It was Valentine’s Day and he was certain that you, like every other woman he’d ever known, were going to force him to sit through something so sappy, he’d throw up. But this wasn’t the case, and he really should have seen it coming because women now were not like women in the ‘40s, at least what he could remember.

“I should have eaten lunch,” you were mumbling, frowning as you clicked the Sci-Fi section.

“Do you wanna kiss?”

Your fingers froze, thumb hovering over the select button. Your eyes were wide, staring at the cover photo for Alien v Predator. Heart hammering in your chest, you swallowed, gaping as you slowly turned toward Bucky.

“Kiss? Do I wanna-” His brow quirked and you mentally slapped yourself when you realized that he was holding out a bag in your direction: Hershey’s kisses. “Oh- you m- You mean, like, the- the candy.”

“What did you think I-” Bucky stopped, the plastic crunching in his grip. His cheeks flushed red and he cleared his throat. Embarrassment washed over you as you wiggled in your seat, trying to put just an extra inch between you and Bucky. But he remained still, glancing from the bag of chocolate to your face. “Or, um, yeah. Th- that, too. We c- we could do that.”

“What?”

The two of you continued staring at each other, the awkward buzz fizzling until it popped, and you were both leaning toward one another. The bag of chocolate was forgotten when his lips grazed yours, so much warmer than you’d expected them to be.

Bucky pulled away first, his nose brushing against yours as he licked his lips. You inhaled deeply, eyes finding his. He smiled, wearily at first, but it spread into a grin when you smiled back. Slowly, you reached forward and dipped your hand into the bag of chocolate, tore off the wrapper, and popped the candy in your mouth without breaking eye contact. This prompted Bucky to laugh, and he reached for the back of your head, pulling you into another deep kiss. The taste of Hershey’s was more prominent now, and the longer his mouth remained against yours, the more you began to think Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

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Legit- (Dylan O‘Brien)

Originally posted by teenwolfmazerunnerunited

Characters: OC’s, Dylan O’Brien and (Y/N)

Word Count: 1219

Warnings: none

Pairing: idk man I got bored I guess some Dylan x Reader

Summary: an interview with your fellow cast mate Dylan goes totally aloof 

(Y/C/N)- your character name


“Run!” (Y/C/N) yells into the darkness of the hospital. Lights flash, the elevator opens. A shadowed figure starts laughing. Stiles grabs (Y/C/N)’s hand and starts dragging her down the hospital corridors, the running is slow motion. The lights shut off. Silence. 

The hospital scene fades away on the large screen behind me and the audience begin to clap and cheer. Dylan and I grin at each other, already knowing what happens after that scene. 

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anonymous asked:

please continue that request where Ladybug and Chat are racing to figure out each others identities!

You all requested, and I have delivered! Due to high demand, a continuation of this oneshot!

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Marinette paced the length of her room with vehement determination. Each time foot met floorboard her steps became a little less precise and a little more violent. After a few lengths, she was seething with rage. It was a bit of a childish display, perhaps, taking out her frustration on her innocent floor, but Marinette Dupain-Cheng, part-time heroine of Paris, was officially at her wit’s end.

Finally flopping onto her bed with a huff, Marinette let out a long, exasperated groan into her pillows. As much as she would have loved to blame someone or an invisible force for her misery, she knew full well that it was self-imposed.

She had decided to challenge Chat Noir to a competition, because she was sure that she could figure out his identity before he could ever figure out hers.

The bastard figured it out in one day.

Marinette grabbed the small Chat Noir plush from the corner of her bed and glared at it. The plush smiled back at her, the signature Chat Noir smirk stiched permanently onto its felt complexion. 

“Stop mocking me!” she hissed at it, throwing it back in the corner. She allowed her head to drop like an anchor back into her pillows and thought back to her fruitless attempts over the last couple days to figure out her partner’s identity. 

From what Chat had said at patrol 3 days ago, it seemed that he was someone who knew her, at least as an acquaintance. And he had stated outright that they went to the same school so…

Marinette bolted upright and ran over to her desk, lifting piles of sketches and pulling out last year’s yearbook. She hadn’t looked at it since school ended in June and had nearly forgotten about it. She then ran across her room and found her backpack, rummaging through it to find a thick red Sharpie. As much as she lamented defacing a book full of memories, she knew it was for the good of the investigation. 

“Marinette!” A small bell-like voice interrupted her thoughts. Tikki floated up and rested on the cover of the yearbook, pouting slightly. “It’s 10:15. You’re late for your patrol!”

“I can’t go yet!” Marinette protested. “I still haven’t figured out who Chat Noir is! Hell, I’m not even close! I can’t face him yet!”

“Don’t worry about that, Marinette,” Tikki giggled. “He told you he couldn’t make patrol tonight during the akuma attack this morning. He’s busy! Don’t you remember?” 

Marinette may have been too busy over-analyzing her partner’s every move in a desperate attempt to draw a conclusion to actually pay attention to what he was saying. 

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Marinette responded. “Tikki, spots on!” She grabbed the sharpie and yearbook before she swung away out of her window. Who said she couldn’t multitask?

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First, she crossed out the faces of every girl so she could see her options more clearly. Next came all the boys who had been akuma victims. Obviously, she couldn’t remember them all, but she was still able to narrow down the pool quite a bit. Next, she eliminated boys based off appearances. Of course, she only crossed out those who looked absolutely nothing like Chat Noir, since she wasn’t sure which features were possibly changed by his transformation. So far, so good.

Ladybug sat near the top of the Eiffel Tower, haunched over the yearbook for about an hour, eliminating boy after boy for various reasons. Too quiet, too short, and when she looked at Adrien, too perfect in every way.

Ladybug crossed off yet another face, her sharpie running low on ink. She then groaned in anger and let her face drop on the pages of the book. What had she missed? She had crossed off every single boy in the school. 

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100 reasons NOT to kill yourself

1. we would miss you.
2. it’s not worth the regret. either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you.
3. it does get better. believe it or not it will eventually get better. sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow.
4. there’s so much you would miss out on doing.
5. there is always a reason to live. it might not be clear right now, but it is always there.
6. so many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself.
7. you ARE worth it. don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise.
8. you are amazing.
9. a time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. you will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. because things always get better.
10. what about all the things you’ve always wanted to do? what about the things you’ve planned, but never got around to doing? you can’t do them when you’re dead.
11. i love you. even if only one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive.
12. you won’t be able to listen to music if you die.
13. killing yourself is never worth it. you’ll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about.
14. there are so many people that would miss you, including me.
15. you’re preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born.
16. how do you think your family would feel? would it improve their lives if you died?
17. you’re gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect.
18. think about your favourite music artist, you’ll never hear their voice again.
19. you’ll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day
20. listening to incredibly loud music.
21. being alive is just really good.
22. not being alive is really bad.
23. finding your soulmate.
24. red pandas
25. going to diners at three in the morning.
26. really soft pillows.
27. eating pizza in neww york city.
28. proving people wrong with your success.
29. watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life.
30. seeing someone trip over a garbage can.
31. being able to help other people.
32. bonfires.
33. sitting on rooftops.
34. sweing every single country in the world.
35. going on roadtrips.
36. you might win the lottery someday.
37. listening to music on a record player.
38. going to the top of the eiffel tower.
39. taking really cool pictures.
40. literally meeting thousands of new people.
41. hearing crazy stories.
42. telling crazy stories.
43. eating ice cream on a hot day.
44. more harry potter books could come out, you never know.
45. travelling to another planet someday.
46. having an underwater house.
47. randomly running into your hero on the street.
48. having your own room at a fancy hotel.
49. trampolines.
50. think about your favourite movie, you’ll never watch it again.
51. think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke.
52. tour survival will make the world better, even if it’s for just one person or 20 or 100 or more.
53. people do care.
54. treehouses.
55. hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse.
55. snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees.
56. i don’t even know you and i love you.
57. i don’t even know you and i care about you.
58. because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness!
59. you won’t be here to experience the first cat world emperor.
60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU’LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS!
61. starbucks.
62. hugs.
63. stargazing.
64. you have a purpose, and it’s up to you to find out what it is.
65. you’ve changed somebody’s life.
66. now you could change the world.
67. you will meet the person that’s perfect for you.
68. no matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you.
69. you have the chance to save somebody’s life.
70. if you end your life, you’re stopping yourself from achieving great things.
71. making snow angels.
72. making snowmen.
73. snowball fights.
74. life is what you make of it.
75. everybody has a talent.
76. laughing until you cry.
77. having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy.
78. the world would not be the same if you didn’t exist.
79.its possible to turn frowns, upside down
80. be yourself, don’t take anyone’s sh*t, and never let them take you alive.
81. heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. be your own hero.
82. heing happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. it means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.
83. one day your smile will be real.
84. having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day.
85. lying on grass and laughing at the clouds.
86. getting completely smashed with your best friends.
87. eating crazy food.
88. staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one.
89. sleeping in all day.
90. creating something you’re proud of.
91. you can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn’t commit.
92. being able to meet your internet friends!
93. tea/coffee/hot chocolate.
94. team starkid.
95. cuddling under the stars.
96. being stupid in public because you just can.
97. if you are reading this then you are alive! is there any more reason to smile?
98. being able to hug that one person you havent seen in years.
99. people care enough about you and your future to come up with 100 reasons for you not to do this.
100. but, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. because even if your life doesn’t seem so great right now, literally anything could happen!

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Selcouth

☇  hogwarts au

genre: pretty much fluff ( but maybe a lillll bit of angst??)

pairing: jimin // you

word count: 4.8k

warnings: none

Description:  “hi, you don’t know me, we’re from different houses, and i’m not exactly sure how to tell you this, but i think your cat is in love with my toad??” was all you wanted to tell him. Only it goes terribly wrong when Park Jimin mistakes you for one of his one night stands. You hope that’s the last time you’ll ever speak to him, only it’s too late. Once you’re on his radar, you won’t be able to get rid of him.

A/N: inspired by a prompt i saw floating around tumblr!! although it got reaaaaally off track and long


selcouth (adj.) - unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous

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“Agh!” you yelp, hopping backwards and scrambling for something to hold onto. You get a glimpse of a long, fluffy orange tail before it disappears under your bed. One of your house mates, Heeyeon, looks up from where she’s doing her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

“Why are you so loud?” she sighs, leaning back onto her hands. She watches as you slowly crouch down.

“That stupid cat is here again,” you say, frowning. Heeyeon slides off her bed and pads over to join you by yours.

“Again?” Both of you lift up the dark blue bed sheets that cover your bed, just in time to see a streak of orange fly out. You cry out, while Heeyeon fishes out her wand and flicks it. The door to your dorm slams shut, with the orange cat colliding into it.

Mreowwww,” it wails, scratching at the dark mahogany door. You wince at the noise. You’re sure there’s going to be scratch marks.

“How does it even get in here?” you mutter as both of you slowly walk towards it. You and Heeyeon decide to stop a good two feet away when the cat spins around and hisses at you, its fur bushing up.

“I swear, the poor cat is in love with your dumb toad,” Heeyeon comments, shaking her head. “Last time we found it, it was like kissing it.”

You glare at her. “Okay, it’s not exactly my toad. It’s Jungkook’s, and I’m just helping him look over it while he’s gone for Christmas.”

“Same thing,” says Heeyeon, tentatively using her wand to poke the large cat. It whips its head around and slashes at her.

“What the hell!” She scoots back, barely avoiding its claws. “Why is it so violent?”

“Well don’t poke at it, obviously.” You both watch as it continues to scratch at the door. A few moments later, the door swings open. 

Kyulkyung, your best friend since your first year at Hogwarts, screams, tripping over the orange blur as the cat streaks out of the room. She places a hand over her heart, her large brown eyes wide.

What in Merlin’s beard,” she gasps, “just happened?”

“Some cat keeps getting into the Ravenclaw common room and into our dorms,” you say, standing up from where you were crouching and patting down your robes.

“I’m seriously wondering how it gets in here, like you need to know the answer to the riddle,” adds Heeyeon. Kyulkyung’s eyebrows furrow.

“That cat seems awfully familiar,” she muses. “I feel like I’ve seen it around the corridors near Slytherin.”

Heeyeon wrinkles her nose. Back then, Slytherin and Gryffindor were mortal enemies. But now, it was your house, Ravenclaw, that absolutely despised Slytherin. Both houses were full of intelligent and clever students, causing a lot of competition. At first, it was just house points and academics, but soon it escalated to even Quidditch.

“That’s it!” Kyulkyung suddenly snaps her fingers, a triumphant look on her face. “I know whose cat that is.”

“Who?” you ask, heading back to your bed to collect your books for your next class of the day, which is Charms. Though it is Christmas break, classes still go on. They are easier though, the usual academic rigor gone since most students aren’t here. You take this chance to further your studies and learn ahead.

“The Slytherin hottie Park Jimin.”

You trip on your robes.

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“Okay, so, how am I supposed to tell him?” Charms had just ended, and you, Kyulkyung, and Heeyeon are now entering the Dining Hall. All three of you eye the Slytherin table, eyes trained on where a certain boy is sitting with a few of his friends. You are surprised he didn’t leave for Christmas break.

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Top 10 Must Read Ichihime Fanfics

Multi-chapter edition! These are in particular the fanfics I believe are a must, perhaps even a requirement, for any true Ichihime fan to read! Fics are mostly rated T - M, with varying language and violence, as well as sexual content.

All fanfics are complete, apart from one.

Fanfictions listed here are found on FF.net, and are in no particular order.


La Belle et la Bete by Enelya87 - 19th century France. An AU Ichihime story based on Beauty and the Beast. “He lifted his hand and dragged a single claw down her cheek and throat, careful not to break the delicate skin.” Language and Lemons.
This is one of the first Ichihime fanfics I ever found, and I remember staying up a full day for the first time in my life when I first read this. Written back in 2009, with 15 chapters and a total of 131,138 words, its a very capturing read!

Office Romance by Enelya87 - They are separated until Isshin pulls a fast one on Ichigo and brings the two together again. Except for one, slight obstacle.
Because we all need a sexy little fic involving Ichigo trying to keep his cool with Orihime strutting around in a pencil skirt. Jealousy, lace panties, and a not-so-tough “rival” for Orihime’s heart. Written in 2009, 5 chapters, 20,061 words.

Yakusoku Shitara byle.etoile - [If You Promise] Protect me if you want. Stay by my side if you wish. My only request is that you don’t cry for me when I’m gone. Instead, smile in memory of me. IchiHime Royal Realm fanfic.
 I have read this so many times in the past year alone, but never get tired of it. It flips between Orihime and Ichigo’s P.o.v. and is based around the idea “what if Orihime was the key”. le.etoile and Ichihime? Duh! Written in 2009, with 11 chapters and 51,212 words, you can almost taste their yearning for each other.

hardboiled strawberries, smiling halcyon by alice hattercandy“Twice, you almost lost her. Her brother. Aizen. Who do you need next to finally gather your balls— if you have any— and tell what you need to say to her? Don’t wait for the third time. Because bad things come in three.” Days later, it happened.
Do you wanna cry? This is one of those fics you will read over and over, forgetting the ending not because it is forgettable - it is the most memorable - but because it will pull you in just as hard as when you first read it. (Or, it might be because of the tearful trauma.) Alice Hattercandy pretty much wrote the book for Ichihime fanfiction in my opinion. Written in 2009, 24 chapters, 104,971 words.

that beautiful girl, she’s a beautiful girl by alice hattercandy- CRACK. But because he was Ichigo and she was Orihime, nothing seemed to get right in their love story.
I think about this fic literally every day(I whisper the title under my breath way too much) The angsty Ichigo is my favorite Ichigo aside from the protective one, and boy does Alice capture them both! Its cute, and Ichigo is clueless even when he knows. Written in 2010, 3 chapters, 6,472 words.

Long Way Down - by le.etoile- Two entirely different people somehow intertwined by similar pasts. With one boy disabled and the girl with a secret, how will these two not-so-strangers learn to trust and fight against an unknown force together?
An AU, where in Ichigo is disabled and is still more hot/sweet than my delicate heart can handle. I have never found another fic like it. Orihime is so sweet I could cry! Drama? Check! Written in 2010, 17 chapters, 52,375 words.

Tainting the Roses Red by Child of the Ashes - Ichigo knew he could be thick headed. He almost always learned things the hard way, but about this, he couldn’t be making mistakes. His hollow was playing a dangerous game, one that somehow involved Inoue.
You might scream. Why is entirely up to you. In which Hichigo starts to surface more frequently as his relationship grows stronger with Orihime, and new faces stir up trouble. Written in 2010, 25 chapters, 107,347 words.

The Pain of Remembrance by halfdemonfan- It was amazing how one memory could change a person’s perspective. Canon to volume 404.
(Or, episode 300) Featuring a somewhat different end to the Aizen fight. We get to see the soft progression of our favorite couples relationship with a twist of Ichigo angst. Written in 2011, 28 chapters, 154,461 words.

The Most Dangerous Things by Child of the Ashes - In which Orihime runs and Ichigo chases.
My smutty love! Child of the Ashes is another notable writer for the Ichihime community. In this, we experience a sex savvy Ichigo frustrated with the sex curious Orihime. Written in 2011, 9 chapters, 31,128 words.

Bakery Department 12 by CoffeeBooks - ABCookies meets it’s end and Orihime finds herself a new position. It’s still a bakery but different from what she’s used to. Will she be able to handle working with the new employee?
Its cute, its light, and Ichigo is only subtle enough for Orihime to not get. Go figure right? Pining Ichigo is the best. Written in 2012, 12 chapters, 22,245 words.

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Hidden Screams - Star Slightly To The Right - “Kurosaki-san, right? I know you do not know me, but I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
AU. I mentioned this wasn’t in any order, but I suppose I lied. Because this is incomplete, it will be the 11th in this top 10.
This is my all time favorite fic, even if incomplete. Ichigo is so just… bad ass, and that sort of sexy-rough my heart cannot handle it maturely. And Orihime, precious Princess she is, good lord! There are a thousand things I could say for this story, but I’d have to make a separate post for it entirely. You MUST read this one! Written in 2012, currently 20 chapters, 101,428 words, last updated November 10th 2016.

anonymous asked:

31 with taehyung please ^-^

thank you for requesting! i hope you like it! 

31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 

WORD COUNT: 1,776

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Suspicious Room - Request

Requested by anon: smut fic where Sherlock and the reader are staking out in a room across from a suspect’s place and things begin to escalate between them?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1.473

Warnings: Smut – unprotected, rough –

A/N: I have no idea what “staking out” means, and Google was no help sooo this is my guess, hopefully I am right.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by roadswewalk

To get inside was hard, but to find something that could be used for the case on that flat was even harder.

The flat was clean. There didn’t seem to be anything that could link its owner to the criminal Sherlock was after. The detective was getting frustrated, and so was his new companion.

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Marauders Era Headcannons

Ok so no one asked but these are mine. It’s really long, so sorry about that. A lot are based on inspo I’ve seen on Tumblr, tweaked to my liking, which is probably wrong but I just have all these feelings that I’ve gotta get out so here goes. If you see an idea that’s originally yours/you know who’s it is, please message me and I’ll credit your genius.

Peter

  •  Shortest marauder. like hella short. 
  • He wasn’t visibly muscled bc he liked food so damn much, but he wasn’t a creampuff either
  • preferred coffee over tea, and was the person who introduced coffee to Marlene
  • Funniest marauder. Could spin a tale/tell jokes like no one’s business. 
  • Towhead, tanned up nicely, brown eyes
  • was actually very particular about how his hair was combed/parted, but didn’t fuss about it openly *cough cough Sirius*
  • just didn’t get the hype behind Quidditch. sure, he liked it, but he couldn’t imagine letting a sport take over your life like James always did and even Sirius did during season
  • was actually hella perceptive and good at figuring things out about other people
  • like for real I think he was the first one to notice a lot; Remus’ condition, Sirius’ abusive home situation, when Lily’s feelings for James started to change, how James himself started to change
  • Was also the swiftest/sneakiest of all the marauders (rat!) and collected all of their intel
  • didn’t much care about school, and wanted to open a cafe in Diagon Alley after school
  • Had something of a talent for Divinations. Like, wasn’t a seer or anything, but he understood the theory and appreciated the art
  • fell in love with Marlene McKinnon in their 6th year, and her death in the first wizarding war (Mentioned in Lily’s letter to Sirius) is what pushed him over the edge and away from the Order. he was already struggling before then, but she grounded him and gave him something to fight for, and without her he just couldn’t handle anything. grew angry, bitter, resentful, flipped on the order and tore apart his friends. yuck.

  Remus

  • V tall. Tallest Marauder. Tallest student. certified tallboy.
  • Tea and chocolate and jumpers
  • smoker, but only right before and right after the full moon. it helps him cope
  • only swears when he’s well and truly angry
  • Brown hair with hints of copper that grows into a kind of mop. He manages it, somehow, even though it’s way out of style, and it just works
  • pale, brown eyes with gold in them
  • Messy to a fault, but somehow always has what he needs in the moment
  • LOVES quidditch, and attends every match especially because Sirius is a beater and damn just look at his arms
  • is the strategic brains behind the marauders operation. as much of a strategist as Ron is, Remus was too, and he was very good at planning things, especially things like breaking into filches office or putting potions in the Slytherin’s morning pumpkin juice that makes them all turn red and roar spontaneously  
  • Always studied, because if he didn’t put in the work he wouldn’t pull good grades
  • Forms a very close relationship with Lily in their 5th year when they’re both prefect
  • realized he was bi (and totally in love with Sirius) in his 4th year
  • Refuses to come out to his parents because they already have a broken son, and he didn’t want to expand on those feelings
  • tutors kids for chocolate bars or spare change whenever he has the time
  • was terrified of being made head boy, because he just knew he couldn’t handle it, and was relieved when it was James (bc he just knew Lily was a shoe-in for Head Girl)
  • Is the first person Lily actually admits her confused feelings about James to

Sirius

  • Second-shortest Marauder (much to his chagrin)
  • has excellent posture as a result (because if he slouches he’s the same height as Peter)
  • Long black hair, grey eyes, regal/sharp features. 
  • has a leather jacket that he picked up at a muggle consignment store when he was 14. it’s worn & covered in patches, and when his mother finds it in his closet his father uses the cruciatus on him
  • speaks excellent french. a side effect of Toujours Pur
  • Always paints his nails black or grey. When they chip, he paints over them, so it’s just layers and layers of paint
  • Starts to grow his hair out in the summer before his third year. Keeps it roughly shoulder length, and trims it himself after he had Emily Tefty teach him how
  • Incidentally, the summer before third year is when he stopped believing he could ever make amends with his parents. The only reason he went home after that was for Reg
  • Wants to live in London and work in a muggle garage
  • Is very smart, but doesn’t try. can ace every test though
  • is particularly gifted at CoMC
  • Smokes way more than he should
  • gets his first tattoo (a lion, what else) in Knockturn alley when he was 15. it paces and roars depending on his mood, and is on his ribcage, protecting his heart because he’s so afraid that one day he wont be able to protect his heart from his parents ideology 
  • realized he was Gay (and in love with Remus) in the start of their 5th year
  • was so terrified of that fact that he went on a year-long dating extravaganza, in which he dated and snogged every girl he could get to agree to go out with him (which was, of course, almost all of them) in an attempt to find someone he liked better than Remus. It failed.
  • Ran away from home for good after a particularly brutal beating between 5th and 6th year
  • cried for days when he heard about Reg getting marked
  • hates Snape because snape doesn’t have the shackles of a pureblood fundamentalist family, but actively seeks that lifestyle, while he would give anything to be free of it

James

  • Gets up every morning and goes for a run around the grounds, no matter how cold it is
  • eats healthy, but he’s a growing boy so a second helping of pudding isn’t going to kill him
  • Lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps quidditch. Wants to be a professional player someday and probably could have
  • half-hindu, so dark complexion, dark eyes and dark hair
  • keeps said hair wildly messy in a lighthearted rebellion against his family
  • has a massive soft spot for the house elves, and sneaks into the kitchen more often to visit with them than he does to get remus and himself a cuppa
  • is the literal life of the party
  • Has loved Lily since 2nd year
  • doesn’t understand why she doesn’t like him for a long time, but eventually he gets it   
  • is naturally smart/gifted, and doesn’t understand why Remus has to study all the time
  • Disliked Severus for a multitude of reasons; his closeness with Lily, his inclination towards the Pureblood agenda, the fact that he was a Slytherin and was proud of it. This made him an easy bullying target for James, but he only started to truly hate Severus after the mudblood incident 
  • is very careful with his belongings
  • Dated a cute Ravenclaw for the first 6 months of his 6th year, but eventually broke it off because Lily was single again because they just didn’t have that spark 
  • Was terrified when he was made head boy, just like he was terrified when he was made Quidditch captain the year before
  • Is literal Mr. Oblivious. Doesn’t realize the wolfstar situation, doesn’t realize that what he says has an impact on people, doesn’t realize how many girls are interested in him, doesn’t realize that not everyone is as smart as he is, doesn’t realize when Lily’s feelings change.
  • literally peter has to spell out the wolfstar thing to him 
  • Is terrified of the mermaids in the Black Lake

Lily

  • the most feminist feminist who ever feministed 
  • Kept a muggle record player from her father that Remus helped her charm to work in Hogwarts during 4th year
  • Was definitely very close to being in love with Severus before the mudblood incident. He was her first kiss
  • she and Severus both made up their own spells, and correct their potions books with better instructions. Muffiato was her creation
  • Smart, but studies very hard nonetheless, Bc in the back of her mind she was terrified that someone someday will take away her wand
  • Actual queen of sarcasm
  • knitted in her spare time (the muggle way)
  • Long (like, can tuck it in her waistband) red hair, creamy skin (burns like a lobster in direct sunlight)
  • Cuts her hair after the mudblood incident because Severus always loved to play with it
    • this is 100% someone else’s idea, but i cant for the life of me find the post. If it’s your’s, or you know who’s it is, PLEASE message me and let me know and I’ll give them all the credit 
  • Ends up with a bob and scraggily bangs. Keeps it for a month, then magically grows it back out until it’s below her shoulder blades. Keeps the bangs, because she likes them
  • Figures out Remus’ secret after 3 months of prefect duty in 5th year. Tells him, just to make sure he doesn’t feel like he has to lie or hide from her.
  •  can banter back and forth with Peter so well that they leave the others in stitches every time
  • Loved her parents, but never had much of a relationship with her mother
  • Officially gave up on trying with Petunia in the summer before 4th year, when she threw a scarf Lily had knitted her for her birthday in the bin immediately upon opening it, because she was convinced Lily had knitted it with magic
  • fell in love with James somewhere in the middle of 6th year, and was terrified of it, because they had managed a truce/friendship and she was so afraid to mess that up
  • legitimately doesn’t believe she’s good enough to be Head Girl
  • Fierce protector of all the muggleborn students 
  • Retreated into a shell of a person early in 6th year when her dad died of cancer. the marauders and Marlene took 2 months to try and get back to being herself
  • Dated Amos Diggory for the first 3 months of 6th year, but ultimately broke it off because of James because they just didn’t have that feeling
  • when Severus started sending her letters threatening to harm himself if she wouldn’t talk to him, she stopped opening them, and reported him to Slughorn as a suicide risk
  • Wanted to become a healer and totally could have

Marlene

  • Best friends with Lily since the first night of first year
  • Sucker for a funny guy
  • Talented artist, terrible in all of her courses (she only passes because of Lily)
  • dyslexic as hell
  • hated tea with a passion, but fell in love with coffee after Peter introduced it to her during their 2nd year
  • now she buys it from columbia (that and art supplies are the only things she shamelessly splurges/spends her family’s vast wealth on)
  • Is a pureblood, but her whole family rejects the doctrines, and she’s very proud of that. Especially after seeing what its like for Sirius to fight his family.
  • wants to become a wizard tattoo artist and totally could have
  • has a floral ½ sleeve she designed herself
  • short stature, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes
  • does commission work for students and faculty 
  • By 7th year, starts giving illegal frowned upon tattoos to students in her dorm (but only those of age). Lily turns a blind eye to this because she knows Marlene is clean and safe and damn good at what she does, and she feels the need to support her best friend’s dreams
  • Started to fall for Peter in 6th year, because he made her laugh
  •  See’s the good in (almost) everyone
  • original queen of the bat bogey hex
  •  Went on one date with Sirius to Hogsmede in their 5th year, during which they talked about tattoos and neither of them felt anything other than friendship
  • Keeps lots and lots of plants in her room (if she was ever good at any class, it was herbology. She just couldn’t take the tests/do the readings/write the essays)
  • had multiple piercings all the way up her ears
  • once hexed Lucius Malfoy’s hair off of his head for sneering at her for spending time with non-purebloods
  • served almost as many detentions (almost) as the marauders
  • commentated quidditch matches

Severus

  • Loved Lily since they were 9 and he saw her first do magic on the playground
  • He had pretty regal features, if he would just get his hair out of his face
  • he wasn’t really greasy, thats just something the marauders called him
  • Dark eyes, light complexion, long, straight, black hair
  • Was a very talented student, but really only cared about defense and potions
  • secretly hated the slug club and all it stood for, but was a member because he saw the value of networking
  • loved pepper imps, and would buy them whenever he had any extra money
  • was very good at budgeting
  • Had an abusive father who used to beat him, until one day when Severus was 7 and his father was chasing him with a belt. He made the china cabinet unscrew from the wall and crash down on his father
  • Refuses to let his mother buy him new clothes until he desperately needs them, because he knows how expensive they are and can’t stand the thought of her going without because of him
  • Hates James from the moment he shows any interest in Lily
  • See’s Lily as a possession to be hoarded 
  • Refuses to acknowledge that his love for her conflicts with his pure blood agenda
  • legitimately believes he can have both, even if that means hiding her away. He even draws up plans of how he would accomplish this
  • Loves to play with her hair
  • Wrote Lily letters following the incident in which he threatened to harm himself if she wouldn’t talk to him. She never did, and neither did he.
  • Figured out Remus’ secret in 5th year after Sirius gave him a huge hint, and was basically forced to make an unbreakable vow with Dumbledore that he would never tell anyone

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Steve/Tony number 91 (“Tell me you need me.”) if you're still accepting these

(This got long, so I had to put it under a read more.)

“Tell me you need me.”


The words punctured through their angry silence like a knife slashing through a tire, and Tony’s head shot up from where it had been staring at the table in order to look over at Steve in surprise.

Of all the things he’d expected Steve to say, that certainly hadn’t been it. 

“I…what?” Tony asked, momentarily forgetting his fury in order to stare at Steve in confusion.

They were in the middle of a fucking screaming match. Steve had just been yelling about how he was sick of Tony, and Tony had been yelling right back, harder and sharper and more furious, because they always had to try and fucking one-up one another, they always had to have the last word. 
You didn’t ask that in the middle of something like this.


And so Tony immediately knew that something was wrong.


“Tell me… just… you know what, fucking forget it, I don’t care-” Steve waved it off, shaking his head and clenching his jaw as he turned his back again and leant over the tabletop.

And god- Tony wanted to just let it go, like Steve was telling him to. He wanted to get back to the screaming; he wanted to ask why the hell Steve had been so rude and cold and distant over the past few weeks; why he’d chosen to drive off to fucking Washington on their goddamn anniversary and leave Tony with nothing more than a note to apologise for it.

But Tony’s brain was fast; it was his goddamn curse sometimes, but it meant he could connect dots pretty quickly, and in the space of a few seconds he was meticulously breaking down all the events over the past few weeks, working out the source, finding the root of the problem in the same space of time as it would take a person to click their fingers.

“Three weeks ago. We were fighting Loki again. You disappeared for a few minutes,” Tony said quietly, and he watched as Steve stiffened minutely under his gaze, and knew he was on the right track.

“What did he show you,” he eventually said, crossing his arms and standing up straighter.

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LOVE

Summary: You connect falling in love with Logan to certain colors.

Ship: Logan x Reader

Song Inspiration: Love by Lana Del Rey

Word Count: 1,575 words.

Tags: i had so much fun writing this honestly, its so cute, well to me, romance, fluff, i think this is fLUff????,

Last Words: best song in the world please listen while you read, IT’LL MAKE THE STORY HIT YOU LIKE A TON OF BRICKS EVEN MORE

Special Tag: since this is my first post on tumblr & i love Logan I’m gonna tag some of my favorite writers :-) @theamazingworldoffandomfics @crossbns  @mellifluous-melodramas @geeks-universe 

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The Opposite of Loneliness

Requested: the Reader discovers Reid with a book of social cues/making friends so that he can get her to like him.

(Part II)


Spencer gave her a spare key to his apartment a long time ago, when they first became good friends. Living only a few doors down, she is the one he entrusted to take care of his plants and make sure his fish don’t die while he’s away on a case. He’s been away for a few days when she notices the large package waiting for him at the front desk. The man behind the desk is familiar with their arrangement, and allows her to collect Spencer’s mail for him. Careful not to drop anything, she lets herself in and deposits everything on the coffee table in his living room.

It’s then that she notices the books stacked on the couch, and she can’t help but to look at the covers. Spencer never leaves books out like this. How to Make People Like You in 90 Seconds or Less; Emotional Intelligence: Socially Awkward No More; Improve Your Social Skills. The last one really strikes her – Stop Being Lonely: Three Simple Steps to Developing Close Friendships and Deep Relationships. Is he lonely? Has he been hurting all this time and she never noticed? Next to the books is a ring of index cards, and though she feels bad snooping, she’s worried about him.

Picking them up, she briefly flips through them, expecting to find tips on making friends, or perhaps insights into his emotions. Instead, his messy handwriting has marked each card with short notes.

The Breakfast Club is a movie from the 80’s, directed by John Hughes, not a restaurant.
The phrase “Challenge Accepted” is from a TV show called How I Met Your Mother.
Tumblr is a website where people create customized blogs, not a cup to mix drinks in.
When she talks about Hamilton, she usually means the musical, not the historical canon.
Taylor Swift is not related to Jonathan Swift. She likes the video of Taylor Swift’s song mixed with the screaming baby goat. It makes her laugh.
Her favorite musician is Regina Spektor. Ode To Divorce always makes her cry – it reminds her of her parents. When it does, she doesn’t want to talk about it, but she does want someone to hold her hand.

That card makes her breath hitch in her throat, and stands paralyzed with them in her hands. Every index card is filled with pop culture references, but what’s more, they’re all her favorite things. One by one she flips through them, scanning for anything else, but they’re all her. He’s been taking notes on all the things she likes so that he’ll understand what she’s saying or what she’s referencing.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” The sound of his voice makes her jump, and she turns to see him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He’s been home this whole time? He must have gotten back late last night, as he always calls her to let her know when he’s returned. When he realizes what she has in her hands, his eyes grow wide, and his mouth falls open. Horror-stricken. “Wh-what… how did – where did you get that?”

“It was on the couch,” she says softly. In sharp contrast, her heart is beating too loudly, so loud she cannot think. It’s hard to breathe. The only thing she can think to do is flee. “Um – I didn’t think you were home. I brought your mail. I’ll just be going, then.”

She starts towards the door, but just before she can open it, something stops her. That title flashes in her mind – Stop Being Lonely. What will he think if she runs away now? So she turns back to look at him, still rooted to floor in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Those index cards- what are they for?”

The sigh he heaves is so deep it seems he’s exhaled his very spirit. He rests his head in his hands and mumbles, “They’re references to pop culture. Things I wanted to learn.”

Fingers shaking, she glances back down at the stack. White paper covered in his messy, scrawling script. “But these things – they’re all about me.

The tentative statement rests in the air, and her heart beats so loudly as she waits for him to respond.

“Yes,” is all he gives her.

“Why?”

“Because…” Spencer looks up at the ceiling, eyes searching for answer that won’t appear for him, no matter how hard he wills it to be so. “Because I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I want to make friends, and I want to understand people. I’m not good at that.”

The books on the couch tell her as much, and it breaks her heart that he’s so achingly lonely, longing for a connection. Still, it hasn’t answered her question. “But why me? Why only the things I like?” She’s not sure why her voice has fallen so soft, but she feels she is treading lightly, afraid to wake up whatever revelation lies sleeping.

Spencer walks over to her and takes the index cards gently from her hands, setting them aside with the self-help books. He gazes down at her, and never did she think that a single look would be able to take her breath away. All she can focus on is the softness in his eyes and how near he is to her.

“Of all the people I want to understand, you mean the most. When we talk, I want to catch all the references you make to books and music. I want to know what movies make you happy and what movies make you cry. I want to be able to read you, as easily as I can read my favorite stories. I want to feel the opposite of loneliness, but I want to feel it with you.”

Like a broken record, she repeats, “Why me?”

He shakes his head, bemused by all her questions. “It had to be you. It’s always been you. Ever since that first day you came racing up the steps and nearly knocked me over. There was so much life in your eyes, and just by proximity to you I felt more alive. I wanted to feel that away every day. Then that night you fell asleep on my couch after we watched The Breakfast Club, and you told me about your parents, something in my heart changed. You changed me, and I’ve never been one to like change, but it’s different with you. I feel better with you. You make me better.”

The air around them feels heavier and she struggles to breathe it in. There are so many words, so many things to process, and she can’t quite wrap her head around the pieces of the puzzle that are falling into place.

“That can’t be right. I’m not anyone special.” There’s no way that someone like her can have changed someone like him – someone so brilliant, so brave.

He takes half a step closer, and she swears that for a moment, the world stops spinning. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever known.” Briefly, his hand cups her cheek, before he pulls away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I – I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t,” she assures him.

“I know I’m weird, and I’m awkward, and I’m not particularly attractive, but I do care about you. Very much. It’s just that I’ve been alone for so long, and I know that doesn’t exactly help, but…” He’s rambling faster than his brain can keep up with, face red and jaw clenched. Anxious. Scared. It’s then that she realizes he’s bracing himself for what he thinks is going to be an inevitable rejection. Apologizing for allowing himself to feel something for her.

“Spencer,” she says, cutting him off. “You don’t need to explain anything. I understand.” Then, she places one hand on his chest, right over his heart. “And you’re not alone. You’re not, okay? I’m right here. I know you, and I don’t care whether or not you know about John Hughes movies or popular songs. None of that changes how I feel about you.” Though she has to admit, she’s overwhelmed by the gesture. Who else would take the time to keep track of all of the things she loved simply because they wanted to make her happy? There is nobody else on the planet like him. This man before her, he’s nothing short of incredible.

“H-how do you feel, exactly?” he asks. She decides not to justify that with words. Instead she pulls him closer, stands on her toes, and presses her lips to his. Once, soft, for just a heartbeat, before pulling away to meet his eyes. When he doesn’t protest, she moves back in, and he responds in kind, kissing her deeply, passionately. His hand in her hair, her arms around his neck. Nothing is left unsaid in the movements between them.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” she whispers, when they part. “I want to be with you. I want to be by your side. I’ve wanted that for so long.” When he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder, she can feel him trembling. That burden of isolation he’s been bearing for so long has finally been set down. The disbelief and shock overtakes him, and it’s all she can do to hold him as he cries. She’s crying too, and she doesn’t know why – only that there is some empty ache within her that has now been filled, a place she didn’t realize had been hollow before.

With time, the books slowly disappear. The spend some much time enveloped in the opposite of loneliness together, and it’s deliriously blissful. He takes her to meet his team, and she can see how much they love him. How much they care.

He needs no book to tell him how to form deep relationships and meaningful connections. All the connections have been there before him, all along. Waiting for him to realize the love he has for them is not one-sided. Waiting for him to accept the love he is more than worthy of.

And when it’s late and they’re lying side by side, all she can think of is how lucky she is that she is the one who gets to give such love to him. And she is the one who is so loved by him.

No, they aren’t alone anymore. This, this is exactly the opposite. An emotion she cannot name, but knows by heart each time he looks her way.

BTS’s reaction to their s/o being deaf:

A/N: I’m not entirely sure if this is what you wanted, sweetie, but I thought that this would be the best way to incorporate sign language into the scenarios. I hope you enjoy it <3


Jin: ‘Alright! Flirting in sign language. Here’s what you need to know.’

Jin watches carefully as you sign to him, then nods his head. He’s ready.

You point to him, then motion around yourself, and tap your open palm with your hand: ‘Do you come here often?’ You mouth the words so that your boyfriend can understand, and he copies along, before you move onto the next phrases: from the more practical ‘Can I have your number?’ to the cheesy ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’ - you cover it all.

But once you’re finished teaching him you have to ask, ‘Why do you need to know all these phrases?’

He points to you: ‘So I can flirt with you, of course.’

To which, you roll your eyes. ‘You already have me. You don’t need to flirt.’

He just winks and blows you a kiss. Sometimes he doesn’t need sign language to get his point across.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Yoongi: How else to say ‘I love you’?

It’s your first anniversary together with Yoongi and he has already exhausted his knowledge of sign language with the many phrases he knows for ‘love’. And he doesn’t want to be cheesy, or dramatic, or overly soft, but you have been the best - the best - thing to enter his life and you deserve to know this.

So, how else to say ‘I love you’?

Words aren’t enough. That’s why, on this day – he’ll show, rather than say.

Breakfast is prepared for you in the morning, he washes the dishes he would normally complain over, and in the afternoon, he takes you to the expensive café you’ve always ogled on passing. And it may not seem like a lot, but on the walk back home, he slips his hand into yours.

That’s enough.

You know he loves you.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Hoseok: In peace and quiet. That’s how Hoseok spends his time with you. It makes a nice change from his usual hectic schedule, and he always looks forward to the evenings where it’s just the two of you, curled up in bed, wrapped in sheets and in each other.

To think that he used to hate the silence, used to hate himself for being silent around you. So unsure how to act with you about, so unsure how to communicate without his voice – loud voice, so he’d been told.

Now he’s competent in sign language, and can make you laugh with his jokes and stories. Now he’s a lot more relaxed with you.

And now, he appreciates the silence that much more. Yes, it’s nice to hear you laugh. But it’s also nice to be quiet enough, close enough, that he can hear your heart beat through your shirt, and hear your breath in his ear. You are his safe space, and in your arms, he knows he’ll always be home.

Originally posted by hohbi


Namjoon: Namjoon has so many words – stuffed in his mouth, clogging his throat, whirring through his thoughts – so many words he wants to say to you. But he’ll never be able to sign them all, not every single one that signals how much he loves you.

So he does the next best thing. He writes them down.

Stacks of poetry. That’s what he’s left with when he pours his heart out in ink. Pages and pages, littering his desk, expressing how he feels.

And slowly, day by day, he feeds the words to you. A haiku tacked to the fridge, a ballad taped inside your notebook – his love invades all parts of your life, slipping into your head, embedding in your brain.

You just wish you could repay him for his words. But they never came easy to you.

All the same, your boyfriend deserves some kind of rely. So one day, you unsheathe your pen, take a deep breath, and on the poem tacked to the fridge – not quite as eloquent as him - you write: “Me too. I love you too.”

Originally posted by snowmons


Jimin: Jimin has had a crush on you for a long time. Ever since he first saw you, absorbed in a book, sitting in the shade of a tree. Ever since he went up to you, swallowing down his fears, and tapping you on the shoulder, so that he could smile shyly, and say ‘hello’…. Ever since you looked up at him, face filled with confusion, and motioned to your ears, shaking your head – oh… you were deaf - and he motioned sorry, and you just laughed up at him, yes, it was the laugh that sealed the deal - ever since that day… Jimin has had a crush on you.

And ever since then, he’s been wondering how he can get his feelings across to you. He’s been studying sign language, trying to figure out what he wants to say… but nothing ever feels quite right, because ‘I love you’ is too daunting, and ‘want to get coffee?’ is too shallow.

But he knows he needs to make a move. There will come a day that you’ll stop appearing in his neighbourhood – you’ll move away, or he’ll move away, or the red string of fate will snap.

So the next time he sees you, sitting on your favourite bench, he goes up, taps you on the shoulder, and when you, blinking, look up, – he smiles, and does the best he can: a salute to say ‘hello’.

And you sign back: ‘You know sign language?’

‘Only a little… but maybe you could teach me more?’

You nod, and pat the spot on the bench beside you – waiting for someone to sit down and fill the empty space.

Jimin’s happy to oblige.

Originally posted by bangtan

Taehyung: You love the sound of Taehyung’s laugh.

Which is weird, since you’ve never actually heard it. Only felt it – felt it rumble when he’s hugging you close, felt it vibrating through you, as a low thrum that stirs your blood, bones and heart.

It’s the reason that you goof around, pull funny faces, make bad puns in sign language – anything to see a smile crack through on his face.

It’s the reason why, every time you meet him after a long while apart, whether away at work, or travelling, you’ll bury your face in his shirt, rub your nose into the soft cotton-y scent and hold him close, closer, until you’re squeezing so tight that he can’t help but laugh, and with the feeling trembling along your arteries, you’ll pull away and he’ll sign: ‘you missed me that much?’

And you’ll shake your head: ‘no, I missed you this much’, and throw your arms wide, as wide as they can go, which he’ll take as an invitation for another hug. He’ll pull you close again - another excuse to feel the throb of his chest as he chuckles. And with your head pressed to the pulse of his beating heart, you’ll wish you could stay that way forever.

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t need words to speak to you.

He has a hundred signals, expressions, eye movements that can tell you exactly how he’s feeling, even if he doesn’t know the sign language for it.

When he first started his relationship with you, he was nervous, unsure how he would cope with learning a new way of communicating, using his hands to sign what he meant. He later learnt that it was all right to not know everything, and that sometimes his hand threaded through your hand worked just as well as an: ‘I love you’.

So it is, that whenever you and Jungkook lie together, arms around each other and hands not free for signing, you can still communicate – because Jungkook’s eyes say so much.

The way they sparkle speaks of how special he thinks you are. The way they crinkle speaks of how happy he feels to have you by his side. And the way they well up, when you murmur ‘I love you’, speaks of how much you mean to him.

His kisses are his reply. ‘I love you too.’

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


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28| Pas De Deux (Finale)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 3758

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Everything had gone wrong tonight. Not one thing had gone to plan, but perhaps that was made the night one of the best of your life.

Your ankle turned out to have a very bad strain. Doctor Hill was almost gleeful to tell that you’d have to be off for at least three weeks, delightedly pointing at one of his posters:

‘Paralysis with your Pirouettes’

Three weeks seemed far too long, but Jimin assured you he’d lend you all the theory books he’d tortured himself with, so you wouldn’t miss out. Doctor Hill taped up your ankle and let you borrow a crutch for the night, and you hobbled into the dining hall with one hand around Jimin’s waist, the other clutching the ugly grey thing. At least your pointe shoe ribbons half concealed the tape.

There was a bit of a pause in conversation as the tow of you entered. All the patrons and audience turned, taking in your condition. You blushed a deep red as the hall turned silent, but then they began to clap.

Suddenly, Jimin and you were enveloped in a rush of compliments and questions, handshakes and pats on the back. People wanted to know how long you’d been dancing together for, where you’d trained before Amour and what had happened to Shinn Taeyeon?

Jimin answered the last with a firm ‘Taeyeon and I are no longer partners.’ It sent an exciting thrill in you, hearing those words, although you knew that they were dangerous. There was no question that Taeyeon was better than you, but then Jimin had chosen, and you had to trust him. As another person asked the same question, you decided that at least for tonight, you wouldn’t worry yourself stressing about whether he would really be able to put up with you.

Though it was still difficult not to be in awe of him. He knew so many of the people, and graciously introduced you to every single one. He was only seventeen, yet these ballet fans and directors and teachers and patrons talked to him with the high regard they would to a principal dancer.

Eventually Master Hwan made the call for everyone to take their seats for the award ceremony. Jimin and you excused yourselves from the portly-looking benefactor you’d been speaking with, and Jimin helped you over to where your class sat, still in their light blue ensembles.

He sat by you as they all clucked about, giving you a blow-by-blow account of all they’d seen. It was hard for him, you knew, trying to keep a teacher-student relationship with everyone else but the complete opposite with you. Yuna and Hyeun could hardly stop giggling, looking between Jimin and you like you were playing a game of tennis.

Despite the slight awkwardness of the situation, your class felt like a proper class again. Seohyun was perched on the lap of a beaming Kihyun, chatting away to Areum and Jongsoo. And Minjee actually seemed quite animated as she picked out all the flaws in Master Kang’s routine, which you supposed was a slight improvement on face-to-face insult.

It was bizarre, really, that all of you were so close after so many hostilities. You knew that it wouldn’t last – that soon you’d all be at each other’s throats again. But for the moment, everyones were a team who had beaten the worst of odds and had still come through shining.

Although, your class didn’t win.

Master Hwan announced with quite the most irksome smile at you that Madame Choi’s class was disqualified for having a dancer in their piece who was not registered in the class and, indeed, not even registered in the same year group. Jimin whispered an earnest 'sorry’ to your class, but they all looked at him like he was mad.

Master Hwan asked Master Kang to come up and collect the trophy for the fifth year running.

You clapped politely with everyone else. Some looked slightly down-beat, but Minjee leaned over and, with a smirk. “Well, maybe we didn’t win, but Jesus, whose dance is going to be more memorable? We were badass.”

Though Jimin, probably wasn’t ever destined to forgive her, looked away stonily, you had to smile back. She was right, you were the history makers. And up on the stage Madame Choi clapped with a twinkle in her eye. You were glad. Even after your surprise entry, things hadn’t gone as planned. You certainly hadn’t gotten the win she’d been wanting, but it seemed she was happy.

Jimin’s class won the senior competition, despite his absence. You squeezed his hand as you watched them all jump up and hug each other. “I’m a real idiot.” He muttered.

“You know they’ve already forgiven you.” You said, smiling as Taehyung lifted Yoongi up in his arms. They were once again back to their rowdy selves.

Dawon and Jin’s pas de deux had apparently given Master Jinho and Madame Hyejin a run for their money. Yuna and Hyeun whispered to Jimin and you that they’d done a 'seriously hot’ tango kind of thing, and that they’d probably have beaten the teachers if Jinho and Hyejin had done a clean, classical piece. But, as it was, they seemed to have predicted what Jin and Dawon were going to do, and so they equalled the heat with a saucy pas de deux from Carmen, the story of the seductress.

You laughed as Master Jinho gave Madame Hyejin a chaste kiss, then held up their trophy in triumph with a wink to Jin and Dawon.

With the awards ceremony finished, you had figured you’d all be sent to bed to rest before a full day of classes tomorrow. But then music began playing and drinks and food were brought out. The champagne however was kept well away from the students, as people began mingling again. Jimin whispered you a promise of return and went to apologize to his friends.

Eungkwan came up and congratulated you, saying that it seemed you’d found his replacement. You bit your lip, smiling. You’d managed to foster a fondness for him over the past week, even though he was probably one of the most serious dancers you’d ever met. He was funny, in a quiet way., but he was right. Jimin was the one and only who could ever dance with you the way you truly wanted.

Jiwoo came hurrying up soon after, pulling a besotted Kwangsik along behind her. You amusedly noticed her rumpled hair and blushing cheeks before she threw her arms around you. “That was insane! I was so proud! Everyone in the crowd was gawping, seriously!”

You laughed, feeling so happy. You pulled back and looked at her bad arm. “I just wish you could’ve been on stage with us, Jiwoo. I missed you up there.”

She smiled with a hint of sadness. “We’ll find out soon, just promise me free tickets to all of you and Jimin’s performances when you’re both famous and I’ll be happy.”

“We’ll get you through it, Jiwoo.” Kwangsik said gently putting his arm around her. “You’ll be back dancing in no time.”

“With you, I hope?” She said, leaning back against his chest.

You hid your smile and slipped away before things got too hot.

The night wore on, and the kitchen staff certainly showed their skills, serving out platter after platter of treats. You guessed that tonight was the one exception to the strict diet they usually kept everyone on.

You didn’t see Taeyeon for the rest of the night, although rumours were circulating that she’d been seen in a corner in a deep discussion with the director of the US Ballet Academy. You wondered what to think of it.  Did it mean she was going into the school? Or straight into the US Ballet, despite her missing the audition. However you decided it would be better not to care. She could talk all she wanted with Chongsu Sungmin. You didn’t want to have anything to do with either of them.

Of course, if you were going to continue with ballet then you would eventually bump into them again.

And continuing with ballet? You could hardly think of doing anything else, because when you had first come to this academy, you had thought yourself just a schoolgirl with an affection for dance. An academic toying with the idea of ballet. But now you knew who you were, and what you were capable of.

Now you were a ballet dancer.

When the time was nearing Midnight, you were standing with Yuna, Hyeun, Jiwoo and Kwangsik and a few others, half listening to their conversation about what the big production might be this year. Seohyun had managed to swig a couple of glasses of champagne from somewhere, and her giggling was higher than ever as she suggested a ballet version of Hannah Montana.

A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled as his scent swirled around you. “You look like you need an escape.” He whispered in your ear.

“Is it that obvious?” You replied.

His chest moved against your back as he chuckled. “I suppose I’ll have to rescue you, then.”

With a quick excuse to your friends, you slipped your hand into Jimin’s and together snuck through the crowd to the doors.

The entrance hall was cool in comparison to the dining hall, and you let out a long breath, turning to look at him. He gazed at you, a smile on his lips. “You are beautiful, (Name).”

You blushed, glancing down at your hands. “Stage makeup.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, it doesn’t detract too much.”

You couldn’t help but beam at him then, feeling happiness flow through you, calm and seemingly endless but  you knew it wasn’t. You knew that tomorrow would see Taeyeon’s revenge and Minjee’s return to bitchiness and Master Jinho’s various punishments and expectations.

“Things aren’t going to be easy.” Jimin murmured, seeming to concur with your thoughts without meaning to.

“I know.” You said.

Together you slowly began making your way to the stairs. Without a word, Jimin hoisted you up in his arms. You balanced your crutch in one hand and wrapped the other around his neck. Stars twinkled outside the great window as he carried you up the stairs. You looked at his chiselled features. If you were beautiful then he was godlike, and you were so, so lucky to have him.

I have him…

The thought started it. The music in your head, serene and light.

You reached the first floor, and you both stilled. The notes played strongly in your head. Jimin gently sat you down, still holding your weight as your foot touched the ground. You looked down the corridor, past the various doors where you’d taken your classes each day. The pull was so strong. You looked back at Jimin.

“(Name).” Jimin said. “You’re injured. it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

You raised your eyebrow, seeing the complete contradiction in his brown eyes. They were alight with emotion. And you knew that he could hear it too: the music.

A smile crept to his lips once more, and he stepped back, taking your hand in his own.

You walked down the corridor, the pain in your ankle faded by the feel of something much stronger. You knew Doctor Hill had commanded that you had to rest, but he didn’t understand. Dance had so much power over you, much more than an injury.

You entered the last door on the left, the door through which you had first glimpsed this man.

Moonlight poured through the windows, catching on the dust which lingered in the air. The empty floor was bathed in white. You relaxed, feeling the cool air surround you.

Jimin returned from the stereo. He took both your hands in his own and led you to the centre.

You looked at each other, breathing as one. And the music began all around the two of you.

Together you stepped back, lowering your hands, as the first notes played, delicate and soft. You lowered into a deep curtsy, he into a bow. A surrender. To one another. And then your fingertips touched again, and he slowly pulled you back up to him. You let yourself lean back, your spine curving over his hands. Your arms stretched above your head, fingers swirling the dust. You smiled, eyes shutting, languishing in this freedom.

You came back up, and turned so that he stood behind you. His lips brushed your bare neck as your leg reached out. You couldn’t help but sigh, letting your head lean back against his chest. He turned you in a slow pirouette, the notes gently coming down as your arms rose. He spun you faster as the music gained intensity, and faster again.

And then quickly it came into its first flourish, and you halted, your arms around his neck, one leg back in an arabesque. He spun you again, and then once more. Jimin and you grinned: both knowing what was coming next. With the final flourish, you pulled back, and he kissed your knuckles in farewell, his eyes meeting yours with a glint mischief.

The fast notes began, and you parted, you one way and he the other. You spun and twirled in wide circles the notes tumbled on delightfully, letting your happiness reign free! In his own circle, Jimin leapt high and free, his face one of pure bliss. It seemed like the second time tonight that you could not help but laugh with glee as you danced.

As the music darkened for a moment, you stayed at opposite sides, moving in place on your pointes, your arms in an oval above your head, and Jimin tiptoeing, his arms out wide, showing all his power.

The music broke out of its hush into its high notes again, and finally you were rushing to each other, spinning into a pirouette as your hands met. You toured the room, Jimin lifting you in high leaps and complex catches which seemed like the easiest thing in the World. Everything was natural, everything was meant to be, he twirled you in a tight set of step turns as the music twinkled up even higher. As they reached their breaking point, his hands quickly went to your waist, and he lifted you into the air, as if you were a bird he was setting free. You let out yet another exhilarated breath, feeling so joyous.

But then the music began to soften, turning delicate again. Your breathing slowed. Gently, Jimin turned you so that you faced him. You put your hands on his shoulders. Slowly, ever so slowly, he brought you down his body, first your legs and then your stomach gliding down his chest until your toes touched the ground once more. You looked at him, realizing that here you had something as precious as the melody described. How? How was you worthy of this?

You turned yourself away from him as the notes gently dropped. Eyes closed. Was this really possible? This connection? Really?

But Jimin stepped closer behind you. His hand gently slid down your wrist, his fingers linking with yours. He knew your thoughts, he knew your worry - the other hand did the same. As a new chord played, he wrapped his arms, joined with yours across your chest, holding you against him. You felt his warmth, his trust, his love.

You turned to face him, unshed tears suddenly warm in your eyes and a smile curved on your lips. He gazed at you with all the emotion in the world before the music flowed into its final tumble of notes, quick and yet deeper than the previous times. Joy running as deep as the heart.

Together, Jimin and you danced those final few bars, letting your very essences entwine.

And as the last chord played, you held each other, your leg up in an arabesque, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. And as the final note faded, your lips met, sealing whatever fate awaited Jimin and you.

Clair de Lune…

A/N I Just want say it’s been such a honour to write and share this story with you guys! I want to thank you for staying with me all the way, and thank you for alle the sweet encouraging support! It truly means a lot! As promised I’ll be writing a sequel and everything is already planned out and ready, however as you may know I have some very important exams, which means I won’t post or be much online for the next couple of weeks. I’m also planning a Jungkook au, which I’m very excited for, so stay tuned. 

Much Love, Fei <3

Forget Me Not | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by bansheesandhellhounds


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After an accident you wake up with temporary memory loss and can’t remember being in love with your boyfriend.

Warnings: mentions of a crash, basically the whole thing is based on someone losing their memory temporarily. 

Word Count: 2026

A/N: first of all i am v v v sorry if this isn’t 100% accurate but it was an idea playing around in my head so i just took things from what i know and shows ive watched. i also wrote half of this while i was in a crap mood and the other half when i was v sick so it might not be the greatest but it’s something. also forgot my tags list on this one i’m the worst. and i almost didn’t wannt post this bc i’m a lil iffy on it and don’t want to trigger anyone or upset folk but yolo i guess. it’s not too bad ???

Forgetting thing is always annoying. Whether it’s where you put your keys, plans with friends, if you’d taken your dog out - simple things like that. Trying to search your brain to see if you can figure out if you can remember is never anyone’s favourite thing to do but imagine if you couldn’t remember anything at all.

Nothing.

Never mind where the keys were. Imagine what it must be like to not remember anybody, memories and everything you used to know. Imagine having everything you ever knew ripped away from you.

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a salty teens au (1/?)

Wherein Jon and Sansa misunderstand one another from the very beginning.

“You don’t like her.”

Jon didn’t bother denying it. Aegon was right, to a certain extent, and if storming out of the gardens hadn’t told the story of his feelings, then his face – set in a “rictus of displeasure,” as his brother had likened it – surely did. “It doesn’t matter if I do or don’t,” he replied. “Father’s will is that I am to be married. To her.”

His brother rolled his eyes. “And since when do you bend to Father’s will?”

“He is the king, you know.”

“And you’re his son. If you’ve found your betrothed so… unfit… I’m sure even his royal highness could be swayed to spare you the burden. ”

Jon curled his fingers into a fist, trying to verbalize the impossible. It wasn’t entirely true that he disliked Sansa Stark. In all respects and by every measure, she was everything he could have asked for in a bride. More than. He was a lucky man. He could recognize that.

But there, in perfection, lied Jon’s problem.

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Nerdy Virgin Luke

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 10.000+

Summary: I wrote a song preference once and wanted to continue a part out from it. Would appreciate feedback and request if you want the other boys as well! ~ #61 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer | High School AU | His P.O.V

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