the au pair

the train of lost souls

fantasy au

pairing: jungkook | reader, hoseok | reader
genre: angst and tiny bits of fluff
word count: 13.610
warnings: mentions of past death 
author’s note: I promise it’s not tragic, though it might seem like it at first. pls believe in me! :)) on another note, let’s just pretend they are all the same age here, since I planned the story that way~

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

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Hopeless Hearts

jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.


Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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City Of Love

Write-A-Thon: AU Day (1)

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Alexander Hamilton-Jefferson goes back to France to have his husband sign divorce paper’s so he can marry a woman he loves in back in New York.

Inspiration: @exadorlion mentioned this au once.

Warning: cussing

Word Count: 3,663

A/N: angst :): btw this was supposed to be posted tomorrow but it’s already the 26th in a lot of the world. 

The streets of Paris never seemed so unfamiliar to him. The dim streetlights made the rain-slicked streets practically glow and the usual bustle of people were not gallivanting around the city. Everything seemed dead. Maybe it was the crushing feeling in his chest that made everything feel so drastically different, or maybe it was because most people didn’t wander the streets of Paris at one in the morning.

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Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader) DRABBLE

Originally posted by relationshipaims


pairing: bucky Barnes x fem! reader

word count: 487

warnings: cussing, nightmares, grouchy bucky, sad reader, PTSD, mentions of torture and child abuse. ANGST

drabble Prompt: whatever you dream your soulmate can also see

A/N: if any of you guys need to talk i’m here. i’m sorry i know the warnings of the chapter can be triggering.

Everyone has a soul mate. Or so Bucky thought. Back in the 40′s Steve had met Peggy and they were soulmates. Bucky was ecstatic that one day he would meet his girl.

It all changed when he was taken by Hydra. He dreaded he’d never find her, that she’d die alone, wondering where her one and only was.

It made him sick to his stomach, what if she died hating him? What if he is never able to apologize for all the horrible things she has to see at night?

His thoughts didn’t change when he was rescued by the Avengers. He saw the things she dreamed of, a young girl who couldn’t escape the clutches of her parents.

He saw her fears of what would happen if her parents came back for her. He knew these weren’t just nightmares, but his soulmates past, or present, and it broke his damn heart.

When the Civil War was over, after awhile they teamed back up and became a family again. There was always some tension but no one minded it. 

Bucky was still struggling with his memories and putting everything together in his head.

It was When Tony brought in the newest recruit, Y/n that he realized he knew her somehow. He just couldn’t remember how though.

But it was as soon as Y/n looked at bucky she just kinda froze up. Fear rooted itself in Bucky’s gut. Was she also from Hydra and he’d done something to her?

This fear diminished slightly when the smaller girl rushed forward and flung her arms around Bucky’s shoulders, just taking a deep whiff of his scent. 

It was Bucky’s turn to freeze up a little, but as soon as he saw the large scar on her shoulder he knew who she was, he saw that scar every night in his dreams. She was his soulmate.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, never wanting to let go. She didn’t hate him, she was hugging him like he was her life source,

The team was obviously confused at the scene in front of them. They’d never seen Bucky show so much affection.

Tony had cleared his throat and the soulmates separated from one another, but Bucky kept a protective hand on her waist, his nose was still nuzzled into her neck, taking in her scent. 

“ you two know each other?” Tony asked, he was voicing his confusion.

Bucky looked at Steve before saying quietly “she’s my best girl” as soon as the words left his lips Steve had a look of realization. 

His eyes snapped to Y/n before looking back at Bucky “holy hell” the words just seemed to tumble out of the blonde super soldiers lips.

The team was still confused, as Y/n blushed a little and looked down. “he means i’m his soulmate” she mumbled quietly.

Bucky was ecstatic though. She was with him. He’d found her.

The Universe and You

Sorry I’m late because of who I am as a person. Here’s my Write-A-Thon Day One aka AU Day!

AU: High School Sweethearts

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Word Count: 3136

TW: Break-ups, angst, fighting

“You’d love the city, (Y/N).” You smiled, looking at the city sights around you. You remembered the day he’d told you that like it was yesterday. You’d sworn he was wrong.

“I have everything I need right here, babe. I don’t ever need to leave Charleston. It’s got all the city I need.” He’d laughed at you, shaking his head.

“You need to get out of your head, (Y/N).” You’d spoken in unison, knowing exactly what he was going to say before he said it. He’d said it so many times before.

You didn’t realize how much you’d miss him saying it until he wasn’t anymore.

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Ride With Me (Part 8)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au


WARNINGS: light swearing. 

*(Y/N)’s working double time to cover Wanda’s shift she is confronted with a handsome stranger who is as dangerous as his silver tongue   

 I did it, I bloody did it. A whole day spending time with my Aunt and Uncle and I was still able to write this chapter. I may suffer for it in the morning but who cares, I can sleep when I’m dead ahaha 

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Originally posted by paininmyasgardiansoul

“It’s been over a month (Y/N) and you didn’t call of course I was going to worry” You rolled your eyes as you shimmied into your jeans.

“I’m sorry Jess, I really am. Thing’s just got a little crazy” you trailed off trapping your phone between your shoulder and ear as you fiddled with the button of your jeans.

“This is my point, you left to get away from crazy. Now you’re six feet deep in Sheild and Red Skull shit,” You sighed knowing she was right.

“How are things on your end? How’s Trish” You asked tentatively.

“She’s ok, coping as best as anyone can. She still didn’t think you had to move away”

“It was the best thing for everyone if I left Jess, you know that” you pulled on a shirt as you did your best to sort out the bird’s ness that was your hair.

“I know, I know. It still sucks” Jess huffed, you could imagine her now. Stood on the sidewalk smoking glaring at any passerby.

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Pairing: George x Reader


  • CAN YOU DO ONE WHERE YN IS FROM AUSTRALIA!! Thank you i love your writing!
  • Hey there, I really like your writing and i only just followed you today so sorry for my spamming! do you have any Imagines where Y/N is Australian? ❤️️
  • Omg you’re Australian too?? Can you write something where the reader is from Australian, maybe Queensland or something??
  • hey, can i please have one where y/n is from Australia and with George and really fluffy please? sorry it isn’t very specific, i just need Australian y/n ahaha
  • George fluff is all I need in life can you please write a George fluff!

A/N: so I found all my notes… Turns out the problem was that I logged out of iCloud… I’m an idiot. ANYWAY, I’ve gotten a few requests for an Australian reader as well as a lot of Hufflepuff readers, so here is both! P.S. You’d think that this would clear up a lot of my asks, nope I still have exactly 100 requests

Squicks: None

It was February, meaning that back home it would be scorching hot, the sun would be blazing down and everyone would be in desperate need of cooling off. Here at Hogwarts however, the grounds were blanketed with snow and with more and more coming down, you swear you even saw the Whomping Willow shiver. You were from Australia, meaning that you in particular were more sensitive to the harsh cold that Scotland brought around this time of year.

You were in the Gryffindor common room with your friend George Weasley. It was 9pm meaning that most of Gryffindor were coming in and out of their common room, Fred and Lee doing god knows what and god knows where. The Gryffindors didn’t mind when you would come into their common room, knowing how close you were to the Weasley twins.

You and George both sat on the floor with your backs leant against the couch, your homework sprawled out messily on the small table in front of the fire. You and George had been trying to finish off your Charms work, and have been here for almost two hours.

You had written one and a half paragraphs.

George had written seven words.

It’s not that the work was hard, it was just that you two would somehow manage to goof off at any random time, making the other one laugh and lose concentration too. That, and you were freezing your arse off.

“I think that even if I jumped into that fire I still wouldn’t be warm enough,” you complain, looking into the fire with your arms crossed.

George let out a chuckle, “You can’t seriously be that cold”.

You shot a glare at George, your bottom lip shivering along with the rest of your body as you tried to pull yourself into the tightest ball you could form.

“…Shit, okay, maybe you are that cold,” George said with another laugh, but was also kinda worried.

“I am, I’m absolutely freezing, Georgie,” you say sadly, making a move to gather your belongings, “I think I might head back to my common room, it’s just way too cold,”

“Don’t be silly Y/n, I’ll give you a jumper,” George says getting up before you can protest, “come up and I’ll let you pick one out, God knows Mum’s knitted me enough of the things…”

You giggle, standing up with George and follow him towards his dorm. Truth is, you didn’t really want to leave him anyway.

You followed George up the winding staircase, your arms still wrapped tightly around your body, feeling colder and colder with each step you took away from the fire.

“Here it is, the Gryffindor men’s sleeping quarters,” George announces, arms stretched out, showing off the messy room.

You slowly twirl around in a small circle taking in everything in the room. There was Gryffindor merch stuck to every wall and hanging off every bedpost, practically all of the beds were messy, and you were almost certain that you could tell whose bed was whose just by looking at the types of things spread across them.

“Take your pick,” George says as he dumps a load of jumpers from his arms onto his bed, catching your attention.

“I like this one, it’s got a big G on it, G for Ginny I suppose,” you say, looking up at George who was mid-eye roll. You giggled and slipped the knitted jumper over your head, the jumper reaching half way down your thighs and the sleeves about five inches too long, “it’s a perfect fit!” you say happily, causing George to let out a laugh.

“Now Y/n I will warn you, this lovely one-of-a-kind jumper does come at a cost,”

You let out an overdramatised gasp, “I knew there was a catch!”

George took a step closer towards you, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m afraid so, because as you see I don’t have a great deal of jumpers, I can’t just give them away to every pretty girl I see,”

You look over at the pile of about ten jumpers still on his bed, “There must be a lot of pretty girls at Hogwarts then,” you say with a smile.

“Ehhh, there’s one pretty girl in particular, and unfortunately she hasn’t paid the price for this fine sweater I’ve just given her,” he says with a smirk, taking another step closer.

“Alright then Georgie, how much will this sweater be costing me?”


“One?” you ask with confusion, “one what?”

“One kiss,” George said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Whilst you were in complete shock, you pretended to be totally nonchalant to the whole situation. You folded your arms and looked up as if contemplating your decision.

“I guess it is a warm jumper…” you start,

“Oh yes, quite possibly the warmest jumper on the planet I daresay,” George encourages, taking a final step towards you and placing his hands on your hips,

“And the Hufflepuff common room is terribly cold…” you add,

“I can imagine it is, yes, what better way to keep warm than with an oversized sweater?” George says, playing with the hem of the jumper as you slide your hands around the back of his neck,

“I think you might have yourself a deal, Mr. Weasley,” you whisper, your face inches away from his,

“Perfect,” he whispers back before gently pulling you towards him and connecting your lips. You kissed back instantly, your hands playing in his hair as well as one of his holding the back of your head, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

Your kiss was passionate and quite honestly perfect. Your lips moved in sync with each other and your bodies were pressed together.

After a while the two of you pulled back, marking the first time you had ever seen George Weasley actually blushing.

“One kiss for a jumper is very cheap I would’ve thought,” you say with a smile, pressing your forehead against his, “I’m happy to make another payment,” 

“There’s no way I’d object to that,” he says, before the two of you started kissing once more.

A Little Bit Longer

Write-A-Thon: AU Day (1)

pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

summary: Lin and reader both have Crohn’s Disease and receive Remicade infusions for treatment. With nothing to do for 3+ hours, they chat with each other and quickly become closely acquainted. 

warnings: IVs (like hospital ones), swearing, chronic illness? idk man

words: 2430

a/n: So, this is the first part to a fairly slow burn series I’m starting. It’s the most personal thing I’ve ever written and I’m sure it’ll keep getting more so. That being said, I’m absolutely terrified to put this out for people to see; I’ve never shared something this deeply personal to me and I’m just worried what the reactions will be. I really, really hope you guys like this. I cried a lot of tears writing it, but I think it’ll be a very healing experience for me. 

Thank you to @alexanderhamllton @secretschuylersister and @tempfixeliza who all read over it for me and helped calm my nerves about it. I love you all. 

tags: @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

There comes a moment in everyone’s life where something colossal happens, something changes in their lives, and they’re suddenly never the same person. Some people will change for the better, others for the worse, but it’s an inevitable fact of life.

Maybe it’ll happen when you’re seventy, you might just be seventeen, but regardless of age, it won’t be easy.  Life doesn’t discriminate between the old and the young; pain is pain and it demands to be felt, whether emotional, physical, or other.

For some time after said life changing event, the sun seems to stay hidden behind dark clouds and as far as the eye can see, there are storms. The storms will seem to never end and odds are, you’ll find yourself wondering how other people do it, how they get through it.

The truth is, it isn’t easy. You do it because you have to, because you have no other choice. Life will push you down countless times before you can get back up, and that might take years. But when you look up at that cloudy sky, you’ll see that every cloud has a silver lining. The sun will come back out, sometimes one ray at a time, and life will be beautiful again.

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The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

Masterlist | Request!
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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The Game of Love Life!

day one ─ au day. 

pairing ; lin x reader

summary ; your students decide to play the game of love life with you, ultimately leading to a life changing kiss. (i can’t summarize for shit i apologize.)

words ; 1874 

warnings ; nope!

note ; this is for day one of the write-a-thon! i’m really excited to do this, so let’s hope i can keep up schedule!

masterlist || write-a-thon tag || write-a-thon schedule

Teaching high schoolers who were forever in the business of your love life wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Ever since the second semester, they had all become obsessed with your relationship status. Why? You weren’t sure. But when you had free-time in class, Jaylon, one of your tenth graders, would get up from his desk, grab an Expo marker from the whiteboard, and say, “Who’s ready for the game of… Love Life!?”

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Write-A-Thon: Day 1 (AU Day)

Pairing: John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton

[ 80s bookstore AU // John is an art hoe who thinks the shop is good inspiration and Alexander is the cashier who won’t let anyone in if they don’t buy a book ]

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1772

A/N: I’m gay for this,, its not got much in the way of an actual plot line but its cute and they’re awkward and i loved writing it, also my computer autocorrected flames to lams at one point so basically i hate myself

Perhaps sitting behind the counter of a run down bookstore wasn’t how one would typically find love. Alexander Hamilton certainly never presumed that it would be the case for him. He’d grown content with the idea of hiding safely within the walls of the store, allowing the world to pass him by, a flurry of excitement just out of reach.

Alexander worked at the bookstore, the one tucked away on the corner of the lane. Everyone in town knew the one. Small: one room, and cluttered from wall to wall with shelves upon shelves of aged books.

And the smell: old candles, cigarette smoke, and a century old family dinner. It was unmistakable, the rotting floorboards and the yellowing walls. But despite the run down appearance, the shop gave off a distinct aura of homeliness.

It was the sort of place which seemed to draw out a smile from almost anyone, even Alexander. The store brought out the best in him, as much as he denied it.

Bells jingling, the heavy wooden door swung open, causing clouds of dust to form in the air before dissipating right before Alexander’s eyes. With it, came the curly haired boy, fatigue evident in his darkened eyes, a sketchbook clutched tightly in his left hand.

The smirk melted off of Alexander’s face as he found himself face to face with the boy. “If you don’t plan on buying anything,” he snarled, narrowing his eyes menacingly, “you can fuck right off.”

Smile worn across his lips, the boy simply shrugged off Alexander’s words. “And what makes you think I’m not buying anything?” he challenged, pulling himself away from the door, moving with a new life, as if his spirit had ignited a fire inside his chest: ever burning and forever ardent flames.

“You think I don’t recognize you?” Alexander remained firm and insistent, arms crossed over his chest, even as the boy picked a book up off the shelf. “I’m not stupid.”

“Really?” Eyebrows raised, a smirk dancing across his face, the boy seemed to be mocking Alexander.

“You’re that artist,” Alexander continued, spurring up the softest laughter, as though the idea of this boy being an artist was ridiculous. “You’re always here, and you never buy anything. So you can get out.”

“What does it matter to you if I’m here?” He pressed on with such insistence, yet with only the slightest bit of confidence to back that up.

“What does it matter to you?” Alexander replied quickly, repeating the boy’s words as so to spare him the energy of thinking up a witty comeback. “All you do is draw,” he continued. “You don’t even read anything.”

The boy gave way to a shrug, daring to hold Alexander’s gaze for a few moments more as the air seemed to decay around them, leaving them as nothing but mere statues in the dust where there had once been a bookstore and two boys whose worlds had just begun to fold into each other’s.

“I’m John Laurens,” the boy offered up, looking up at Alexander expectantly: the Laurens family was well known for being the most wealthy in their pathetic little town. John clearly seemed to think that because of his last name, he was entitled to whatever he wanted.

“I see what you’re doing.” Alexander narrowed his eyes, glaring pointedly at John. “You think you can just hide behind that name and I’ll give you what you want.”

John’s cheeks flushed red and he drew his gaze to the dusty floor. He nervously brushed a hand back through his hair, pushing billowing chestnut curls away from his face.

“It won’t work,” Alexander continued. “See, I only care about your money if you’re using it to buy a book, which you’re very obviously not. So give me a reason to let you stay before I kick you out.”

“It’s good inspiration- the store,” he explained, gesturing at the walls around them. “It’s so full of history, so colorful-”

Alexander let his gaze sweep throughout the store. “I can’t see any color besides brown, so unless there’s something I’m missing, you’re full of shit.”

On the surface, it seemed as though Alexander was right. Dusty brown floorboards, walls, even the book covers seemed to be tinted brown in the flickering lighting.

“Not the visible colors.” John continued, voice dripping with the utmost assurance that Alexander wasn’t stupid: from the almost bored tone in his voice, he reckoned that this was a conversation he’d had many times. “Like… there’s this… this aura.” He searched helplessly for some sort of understanding in Alexander’s eyes, but was met with no reassurance whatsoever. “The sound of the fan-” he waved his hand towards the fan that sat in the distant corner of the shop- “the sound it makes, that’s green, a deep forest green. And the smell of the shop, that’s this soft yellow shade, like a sunflower. And the walls-”

“I get it.” Alexander cut John off, despite not understanding what he meant in the slightest, but he didn’t have any interest in listening to him ramble on indefinitely. “But seriously, this is a book store. Not an art studio.”

Drawing out a sigh, John held a book up for Alexander to see. Ironweed by William Kennedy. “And if I buy a book, will you let me stay here?”

“Ironweed?” Alexander struggled to hide a smile. He fell back against the back of his swivel chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “I suppose I’d let you stay, but Ironweed isn’t the place to start, in my opinion.”

John arched his eyebrows in response.

“It’s part of a series, see.” Alexander pushed himself up off his chair and wove his way through the maze of bookshelves. “The Albany Cycle.”

Finally finding what he was looking for, Alexander plucked the book off the dusty shelf and held it out to John. “This is the one you’re looking for.”

“Legs?” He read off the cover, a note of disbelief in his voice. “What the fuck kind of name for a book is that?”

Alexander cracked a smile, staring down at him through dark eyes. “It’s the name of a character,” he explained. “Which you would know,” he added, “if you’d bother to read the back of the book.”

Eyes narrowed in defiance, John flipped the blood red book over in his hands and began to read aloud. “‘Legs, the inaugural book in William Kennedy’s acclaimed Albany cycle of novels, brilliantly evokes the flamboyant career of gangster Jack ‘Legs’ Diamond.”

Alexander clapped his hands in mock pride. “You can read!” he exclaimed. “And here I thought you’d never picked up a book in your life.”

He continued to scan the back of the book. “It takes place in the 20s?” He sounded shocked, perhaps even the slightest bit disgusted by the notion.

“And the 30s,” Alexander supplied, almost mechanically, continuing to stare John down from behind gold rimmed glasses.

“It’s 1983,” he pointed out, causing him to receive an overly dramatic eye roll from Alexander in response.

“So?” Alexander challenged, growing defensive despite having never read the book. “The 20s were much better than now, in my opinion.”

“Well, your opinion doesn’t matter much, as you’re not the one buying the book.”

Alexander gave way to the softest laugh. “I don’t think you’re buying the book either.”

He slammed the book on the counter with quite a bit more force than Alexander reckoned was necessary. “How much?”

“3.99,” Alexander supplied without having to think. The prices were almost ingrained in his head after over a year of working at the store.

John dug a crumpled dollar out of his pocket and tossed it onto the counter beside the book. He held Alexander’s gaze for a few moments, seemingly daring him to accept the partial payment.

“Fuck, fine.” John folded his arms over his chest, somewhat disheartened.

“You’re rich.” Alexander didn’t bother trying to hide the incredulous tone in his voice. “What does 3.99 matter?”

John dug around in his pockets for the rest of the money. “Shit,” he mumbled as a handful of coins slipped from his fingers and rolled in every direction across the floor. He set his sketchbook on the counter and knelt to the floor, chasing the dozens of coins.

Alexander took advantage of the opportunity to flip through the pages of John’s sketchbook. He couldn’t deny that the art was incredible: graceful lines merging with perfectly selected colors, but even so, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Turtles?” he asked incredulously, flipping through the pages. That was the last thing Alexander had been expecting to find in the notebook, and there were hundreds of them. Every page contained a new turtle, some with even two or three.

John emerged from the other side of the counter, cheeks burning red. “I like them,” he admitted defensively, setting the remainder of the money in front of Alexander.

Giving way to a light chuckle, Alexander stuffed the money into the cash register and slid the book across the counter to John. “They’re quite nice, actually.” Alexander gestured down to John’s sketchbook. “I wish I could draw like that.”

“It’s just a matter of practice.” The corners of John’s lips crept into a genuine smile.

“Yeah, well…” Alexander trailed off, unsure of what he was supposed to say. “I used to want to be an artist. Then I realized I was pretty shit at it.”

John raised his eyebrows as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “You? An artist? I wouldn’t have guessed… you don’t seem the type.”

Alexander shrugged, letting a small storm of silence overtake them. It crept in from the darkest corners of the room, slowly blanketing the whole shop in a world of quiet. “Well, look at you here, buying a book. I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type for that either.” He smiled as though that cleared everything up. “I suppose we’re all full of surprises, aren’t we?”

John’s cheeks flushed an obnoxious shade of pink. “You know I’ve got no intention of reading it.”

“I know,” Alexander assured him, slipping the book into a brown paper bag and handing it over to John. “But maybe you’ll surprise yourself as well as me.”

John smiled. “Maybe I will.”

He took the bag and tucked it inside his coat, making a mental note to try and get through at least a few pages in the book. If not for himself, then for the hopeful cashier who had laid the world out for John in a language that he didn’t quite comprehend, but at the very least, he would try to learn.

Summer Night (Modern AU)

Originally posted by soracormac

Pairing: Shay Cormac x reader

Word Count: 2,123

Note: This was a random little something I wrote in two hours for @shay-makes-my-luck / @waterbird-loves-pasteis

Shay… can you not?” You mumbled as an elbow nudged your lower back.

This was the fifth time one of his limbs had come into contact with your body in less than an hour. Honestly, you were about ready to pull out the duct tape and strap him down to the goddamned bed if he didn’t stop with his tossing and turning.

“I’m hot…” He sleepily replied, his words barely intelligible. The man was obviously half-asleep still.

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Yoongi Scenario: Leave Me Lonely

Summary: Yoongi is a vampire from royal heritage, he belonged amongst those who weren’t able to feel human emotions. Never did he wonder that one day he’d be bewitched by the scent of a woman and that her touch was the spell which would break down the boundaries of his vampiric sentiments.

Genre: Angst / Romance – Vampire!AU

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

Leave me lonely~

Every rose has its thorn. Don’t trust me too much, you don’t know me that well yet.

Yoongi wasn’t the kind to resist temptation easily, instead, he was one of those people who usually denied their self-indulgence. However, standing on the grounds of his safe manor, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to you – the woman who brought him out of his shell. To think how casually he found you; in the public library, by smelling the fragrant scent you unconsciously flaunted. It left him dizzy and gasping for air.

His fingers toyed with the fringes of his red velvet tuxedo absentmindedly meanwhile he waited for the arrival of his older brother, Seokjin. He cursed under his breath, hating being from the Vampiric Royal family in that moment. He wished he was a blatant normal human for the hundredth time – if he was, he would be by your side in a heartbeat.

“Brother,” Yoongi muttered as soon as Seokjin entered the room.

“I didn’t come here to see you,” he clarified, gazing at the gigantic window.

“Then, why would you come?” He sneered, obviously annoyed at his overly intrusive sibling.

“You’re senseless, did you know that? Soojeong told me you’re running after a human woman,” Seokjin scowled, the distaste present on his voice.

“What’s so wrong with that?” Yoongi retorted, “do you think our parents would care? We don’t hate humans.”

He scoffed, “do as you please, brother. But, be careful because it might hurt.”

When Seokjin stepped out of the lounge to meet up with their sister, Soojeong, Yoongi kept thinking about your touch and how the tension residing in you was instantly transferred to him. The frown on your face was undone with his unsubtle observation. He resembled to a hawk, surrounding its prey. He couldn’t avoid it, however, you were a magnet that drew him closer to you naturally.

The sunken dorm you lived in was murky and old, nonetheless, it was the only place you could afford with your current job and situation. Many of your colleagues were on the same boat, working and engaging with a load of studies. You were privileged, somehow, because as your workplace was the library, studying turned out to be an easier task to you.

Until you met a man, a handsome young guy that started showing up frequently, causing you to get distracted simply by the thought of him. His ivory skin was flawless and contemplated his cherry lips, his hair was a sleek black color that tore you apart – his presence had begun to bring you at the seams. And you loathed the idea of being attracted to a man, you weren’t experienced romantically and you avoided seeing anyone in that light.

You heaved a sigh, climbing the ladder to rearrange the section of philosophy books. Cleaning up a little wouldn’t hurt, and it would help pass the time quickly.

Silence. Complete and utter silence filled the ambience. People paced around quietly and remained undisturbed while studying, listening to music, or inaudibly pondering about life. You were currently wiping off the dirt of one of the wooden bookcases when the mysterious stranger who gazed attentively at you beckoned you to come closer. When you reached him, nervous butterflies erupted on the pit of your stomach. With a strained voice, you choked out a small ‘yes, sir’ that elicited a cheeky grin from him. If you weren’t embarrassed enough…

“My name’s Yoongi,” he said, staring straight into your eyes.

He looked exquisite. Adorned with a whole black outfit and glasses, he could be a model, barely you knew he was a five-hundred year old vampire.

“Yoongi,” You repeated, calmer than before. So calm, that it seemed to alarm him. He stood up, chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“Please, go out with me.”

You stood for what seemed like a long time, mind blank, mouth wide open. This was not happening. The furtive stranger was asking you out? You told yourself that you should be smart and try to understand the situation, but it was too much. So, in response, you nodded. Having a little fun wouldn’t hurt.

Walking with him was quiet, Yoongi was a silent person just like you and he couldn’t formulate anything meaningful to say to you as he strode to the cozy place he had discovered two weeks ago, he thought if you’d like it. He felt an urge to hold your hand and he did, he was tired of holding back.

You had to stop yourself from yanking your hand out of his grip, his skin against yours was like fire and ice colliding, the ice melting into boiling water. You stared at his lips, you couldn’t afford to think of it. His soft, beautifully shaped lips…The way they curved just right, or how delicious they looked when he bit down onto his bottom lip. Or the way the veins on his neck were bulging, how dark his acorn colored eyes looked at that very moment, as if he was about to do something bad.

Was he a good kisser? No, no. Don’t be crazy. You’re being crazy, Y/N.

“How come have we never met before?” You said, thinking about how weird that you and Yoongi hadn’t ever bumped into each other.

“I don’t know,” he soothed, caressing your bare shoulder while you walked, “maybe it was destiny.”

A destiny Yoongi made sure to happen, that’s certain.

Your confident footsteps toward me looks so pitiful today. Emotions? That’s an extravagance to me.

The dictate that said that ‘once you keep thinking about something, you would dream about it’ proved itself right. When someone knocked on the door of your dorm, you were dumbfounded. But, you had a vague idea of who it would be – Yoongi. Who else? The both of you had become exceptionally close ever since he pleaded you to go out with him which had been six months ago. There were times Yoongi would show up at your place, late into the night as you scrolled across the internet carelessly. He would appear at the door, your spare house key dangling in the knob because he always forgot which way to turn it to unlock the door.

Tonight, was one of those nights.

You sighed happily before dropping your papers down to your coffee table and lifting your butt off the floor, slightly groggy from so many hours of research. “Hey,” you stuttered in an exhaled breath.

“Hey, beautiful,” he purred coquettishly as he caressed your cheek.

You blushed at the action. Yoongi had been flirting with you for a while now, and you began to play along, jokingly blowing him kisses, or tell him how important he was to you. He was open, too. After breaking some of your walls down, he was straightforwardly blunt, he was in love with you and was going to make you fall in love with him as well. He was fun, almost always smiling, life of his own little party. You decided not to deny to yourself and himself the pleasure of both loving and being loved as you leant forward to brush your lips against his.

Yoongi was skeptical about your attempt, however, backing away as a jolt of shock hit him, “what are you doing, Y/N?”

If your cheeks were pink before, when he halted you, you probably looked like a tomato. Why were you so shy?

“Kissing you?” You stuttered, maneuvering your slender fingers on your soft lips that had faintly brushed with Yoongi’s. It was tingling and it felt right.

He groaned, “do you mean it?”

“How will you know without kissing me?” You retorted, unable to avoid giggling when he merely clasped his hands around your waist.

“Yoongi?” You muttered and he pecked your lips, gazing you with full adoration.

“What now?” You mewled, nobbling him; chest with chest.

“Nothing. You’re just… outstandingly beautiful,” Yoongi stated eliciting a giggle out of you, as he presses you harder against him and against the wall.

“I lo–” he was about to speak.

You peck his lips.

And then, you were kissing – hard, softly, crazily, peacefully. As Yoongi tried to confess and utter the words he knew you wanted to hear and he wanted to say, you didn’t let him. The kiss was sweet, his lips soft, your tongues perfectly tangling on each other. You stopped and he eyed you, with his deadly orbs.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered out, furtively. Finally sharing the secret, he had wanted to share all along as if he didn’t tell you every now and then.

Your eyes flutter closed in a nanosecond, your breath certainly vacillating. Not that you weren’t sure of your feelings – it was the mixture of an unpretentious spike of passion reaching its peak and it was love. The good old raw loving. You stopped your kissing session again to compensate the lack of air in their lungs. Nonetheless, the boy started to look at you with a newfound passion, acknowledging the things on your figure he thought he hadn’t paid that much of attention before.

And that was it, even if you weren’t sure of letting yourself call for him, you decided you wanted to. Try to experience how mind blowing it would be to be worshipped by him, experience the simple act of love and to be reciprocated.

Yoongi thought his insides were about to burst.

“I love you, Y/N,” he murmured.

“I love you too, Yoongi,” you said, caressing his arm as you gave him a sweet smile.

When you awoke, you had the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach. Just as you suspected, a sleeping Yoongi laid beside you, blankets kicked to the end of the bed. He was spooning you, arms hugging you for warmth. His face was almost fully covered by his messy bedhead, and you gently pulled the covers up over your bodies since the room was slightly chilly. You ignored the ominous sign ringing on your head, falling in a deep slumber yet again.

Yoongi, on the other hand, knew you had woken up suddenly. He had left the bed previously to just see his brother’s text and returned, you were definitely a light sleeper. When your heartbeat had gotten faster out of nowhere, he felt guilty, but as it subdued to its normal pace, he detached himself from you again. He forced himself to not gaze you longer than necessary or else, he wouldn’t drive back to the manor which he was requested to go. Yoongi smiled at your sleeping form, so peaceful.

His demeanor went from utterly pleased to terrified in a fleeting speed. He detached his body from yours, flinching at the coldness that came with your absence, it’s not like he wanted to. However, he obliged to the order he was given, or else he would be dead.

When your alarm clock rang and you tapped the covers only to find it empty and cold. It was 8:30 am and you couldn’t believe your luck, Yoongi had vanished into thin air. You huffed in annoyance, kicking the blanket angrily off you, the tears that fell from your eyes were helpless – it wasn’t the first time you opened up to a guy to only afford on him leaving, without looking back.

“I can’t believe it!” You croaked, your voice muffled due to your throat’s dryness.
As you took a shower, you scrubbed your skin with force, wanting nothing but to get rid of the dirt because his kisses and caresses felt like it now – your tender skin was crimson red.

Deliberating if you were overreacting, you sighed. Your coffee lost its scorching hot temperature only to have a mildly tepid one take its place. What should I do? Your tearful eyes didn’t help your despair as you hugged yourself to try and keep your body warm. Crying won’t help, you told yourself as you made your way toward your workplace.

Yoongi smelled a stench when he stepped foot on his manor. Not knowing what to expect, he called out his siblings and went upstairs to seek the source of the such smell that penetrated his nostrils obnoxiously. He placed his hand upon them, blocking his rational line of thought to one flooded with you and only you. He relished in your smell that was still strong in his hands. There wasn’t anyone in sight and he thought that maybe his brother had fooled him. Just leaving behind the sour smell that reeked his house.

Sighing, he turned on his heels when he heard the subtle paddling of feet. It was Soojeong, his eldest sister.

“Did he bring you here?” She asked softly, coaxing him to come closer.
He didn’t.

“Yes, he asked me to come.” He said. “But, I’m already leaving since you seem to have everything under control…” Yoongi swirled his body with his arms stretched out to nothing.

“Yoongi, wait,” she halted him with her soft hands griping her brother’s forearm, “did you mate with that human?”

He snarled. His siblings were doing all of this because he loved you?

When Yoongi approached the entrance door of the majestic library building, there was a stranger talking to you – a male dressed in all black. He cornered you in a dark, unfrequented spot in the library. Sensing your vitals, he could tell you weren’t afraid which caused him to conclude things erroneously. Principally because of the scene he wished he didn’t witness.

“What are you running away from? Why don’t you go out with me? I’ve missed you,” the man snickered and trailed his fingers on your shoulders.

“Don’t touch me, Soohyuk.” You hissed, “I have a boyfriend.”

Soohyuk pretended not to listen to you as he approached you, forcefully kissing you and dragging you out of the building. As soon as the young boy walked out the gates, he stopped with his arms grasping you tightly. You were terrified by the look on Yoongi’s face, by being kissed without wanting it. He was startled and wasn’t going to patient. Not that he ever had been. But, you were in love and for him, you would endure everything and anything. Soohyuk ran. Further and further away.

“Yoongi?” You called out. No answer. “Yoongi, you know none of this is my fault.”

“Are you going to pretend nothing happened?” You asked with shallow breath – half whimpering, half pleading.

“I’m leaving,” he whispered, denoting everything but love.

A/N: this was inspired by @imsarabum ‘I won’t stop you’ series. Aksjajkaajaka.


Doodle of AU College student Natsu and Lucy  link

Love the idea of them going to the same University and Natsu and Lucy are classmates in one of the subject. Lucy runaway from home to pursue her dream as a writer and Natsu’s reason for going to the University is to find his dad Igneel who is a Professor (Sorry for my bad english //CRY)

I actually plan to make this a doujinshi…but it may not be sooner (because I’m a lazy potato XD)


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